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The chattering never stopped, not for sleep, not for death, not for him. Ever since he was 3, The voices that read into his life comment on everything. The food he was eating, how much he was into Kon, or how he never sleeps because of them. They know that but don't stop, not once. It does have its perks though. Knowing what's going to happen, and then telling of what's going on in other people's lives could be useful. As well as awful, he didn't want to know what was going on between B and Catwoman.
Sometimes he could see them in little text bubbles, or a live chat depending on the day. So he just calls them chat when talking to them. Asking about the world they dont answer but say they're from a place without heros. That's like not possible as they talk about this guy called Iron Man or the Winter soldier but those names sound so bad. Like who would name themselves like that, or black widow- never mind that name is cool.
Not the point though. It makes him feel so scatterbrained, but he might just have ADHD. It's gotten to the point where he can't function normally. Now dicks on his back, talking about how he needs to pay more attention. which is like total BS, he can, Just with some struggle sometimes. No way he can tell them of the chat with the no meta rule. They would hate him, same for lying to them. The only people he ever told are his parents. He was grounded for lying to them, and like why would a 5 year old lie about that, it's soo stupid.
Sometimes he thinks that there's something wrong with him. Like his life is a movie, just for people to watch. It kinda is with the chat in his head. Ironic that he also hates to be in photos, and being watched. Makes him get dysphoria, and yes he did look that up. He doesn't know why he gets it.
He hasn't had to deal with his parents in a while. So it's good that they hadn't seen his hair, and how much of its gone. It's been a great help to him and all. That brought him back to looking in the mirror. Staring at himself, black hair dripping in his eyes.
'bro hes not gonna do it'
'Gulr don't do it'
I laughed at that last voice. In a weird way they're very funny. He needs to trim his hair. It's getting too long. With scissors tight in his hand, carefully cutting bits off trying to get it even.
'Noo stop it looks good i' "shut it's my hair " 'it did look good tho
"Tim!"
'Oooo someones gonna get caught '
"Tim, are you cutting your hair again!" dick calls much closer to the door now. It's locked.
He doesn't respond. He's too scared to let him know. "Look tim, I know you're in a tough time. Just come out please. I know you're struggling right now, but just open the door. I can help you with whatever you have going on, just please."
'Ok but that was sweet' He didn't know what to do, but let out a little hum to show he's hearing him. "Tim, can you come out? I can get you a stylist. You can get any kinda haircut you want, even baled."
"Ok" He slowly gaped the door handle and opens it showing uneven layers some that go the him shoulder and some him ear it looks a mess dick did not look mad just sad at it having know idea what going on in him head "im sorry"
"It's ok, if your hair gets too long tell me ok "
'oo he cares but not for the last year :) ' he wasn't sure if the smile was good or not. It's best to not think about what the chat says. Sometimes, it hurts a lot. So honest, he can never live in delusion. Then telling him at 3 that the flying graysons did die, or that he is going to risk his life every night for someone else not to kill people. That his parents aren't coming back for him on his 10th birthday. Only getting Miss Mac to make him a cake.
"Hello ? Tim are you there "
"O um yeah sorry."
'Bro just get him to a stillest i cant with the hair'
'Don't be mean we dont know whats going on with him yet'
'Ok bozzo'
"Come on let's get you a proper haircut " Dick grabs his hand and pulled him into the hallways leading him to the front door. Ever since they took him in as robin, he'd spend the weekends with the bats. They don't know about his parents yet, so that's been nice. 'i think they should get a mullet '
'no thats too rugged cut what are you talking about 'the cloud of thoughts stood over him, Like though old cartoons characters, when they have a bad day. Just thinking about it made him sick.
He's pretty sure that there's more to his ability, but never tried. Not after jack, and maddie shut him down. "your lying tim, you don't lie to your parents, ever "
"I can't believe you're disrespecting me like this! Go to your room now!" It never ended well with his parents.
"you know there's this new guy in town, do you wanna find him later?"
"... what's the name?"
'i bet its hood like theres no way its not
"He goes by red hood, some new crime lord, And has a problem with Mask."
'I knew it take them bitchs yes yes!'
'shut up bob your such a dick sucker'
'Woooooow, that's not very nice samantha'
"Huh, so like an old joker name? What a weirdo"
"I dono man" he says as he gets to the car. Tim didn't even realize they got to the car, and out the front door. The car was black, but so clean you can see the reflection of the concrete underneath it. He got in the back seat. It was clean and in the car, weird.
'When did'a you clean your car?'
'O he would notice it i knew it'
"O um just earlier this week why?" dick said in a weird voice almost squeaky
"You never clean your car. Did you do something you don't want to say?"
'He clock that shit'
"... don't tell B ok, he'll be pissed".
"Donuts and we have a deal" dick sighed and meant yes. He didn't want donuts, but why not right?