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Lacy, oh, Lacy, skin like puff pastry
Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell?
Dear angel Lacy, eyes white as daisies
Did I ever tell you that I'm not doin' well?
Jason Todd, his Robin. Jason Todd, his hero. Jason Todd, his role model. Tim would be lying if he said his childhood idolization of the boy wasn’t still as strong as ever. Jason Todd, the dead boy who literally went through hell and back. Jason Todd, the man who beat him with his own staff and slit his throat. Yet still, Tim can’t think of Jason as anyone other than the sweet boy he once was. Even with the nightmares, even with his safety being questioned every second with him in the manor. Yeah…he wasn’t exactly doing well.
Ooh, I care, I care, I care
Like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time
Watching, hidden in plain sight
Ooh, I try, I try, I try
But it takes over my life, I see you everywhere
The sweetest torture one could bear
And yet, Tim still cares. He remembers lingering on Robin’s patrols all the time when he was younger. He always wondered how the invincible Batman didn’t catch a little kid watching his crusade through Gotham while staying hidden in plain sight. And Tim does try, he really does. Isn't this what he wanted? For Bruce to be whole again? For Dick, Babs, and Alfred to gain their missing piece? For the family to finally be happy again? For Jason to be…alive? Tim sees Jason everywhere. In his dreams, his nightmares, around patrol, lonely nights and desperate days and now more recently the manor. Tim wanted to be acknowledged by Jason his whole life. He remembers trying his best to walk all the hallways where Jason would walk in school, to find Jason the rare occasion he came to those horrendous galas. A part of him is still giddy that Jason Todd, his Robin, is alive and talking to him. That he even knows his name. Before he remembers that he hates him, wants nothing to do with him, would rather him be gone than even see a glimpse of him. It was the sweetest torture one could bear.
Smart, sexy Lacy, I'm losin' it lately
I feel your compliments like bullets on skin
Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate
Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?
Tim feels Jason’s sneering compliments like bullets on skin. “Daddy Bat’s favorite”, “the smartest Robin”. If only Jason could see how his death broke Bruce. If only he could see how Bruce in his drunken haze called Jason the smartest, the favorite, the one Tim could never be. And it was true, Jason was the best. He was the dazzling starlet of the grim Gotham nights. He will never forget the amazement he felt when watching Robin. How his hero worship for him would still be left undying. How at one point Jason was the only reason Tim looked forward to another night. He vividly remembers writing in his journal how Robin was the greatest thing to ever exist.
Ooh, I care, I care, I care
Like ribbons in your hair, my stomach's all in knots
You got the one thing that I want
Ooh, I try, I try, I try
Try to rationalize, people are people, but
It's like you're made of angel dust
Whether Jason knows it or not, he cares for him. No matter how it makes Tim’s stomach all in knots. It took forever to get him to the manor. Jason's hostility towards Bruce is still present, even if slightly softened. And that’s what Tim doesn’t get. Jason has Bruce. He has Bruce’s attention, his love, his want. Bruce wants Jason to be with him, to come home. He has the one thing that he wants. Tim is a logical person, he tries his best to rationalize it. He knows people are people, that Jason is just a man. A flawed, violent, traumatized man. He isn’t actually perfect and maybe he shouldn’t be putting him on such a high pedestal. Jason might have come from the Lazarus infused pits of hell, but to Tim, it’s almost like he’s made of angel dust.
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me
You poison every little thing that I do
Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately
And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you
Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you
It’s funny now, it still feels like Jason is out to get him. Even though he’s done being his replacement, done filling his shoes. Jason probably couldn’t care less about Tim. Heck, he wasn’t even here for the majority of his time as Robin. Yet he still manages to poison every little thing that Tim does. And maybe he does loathe Jason lately for the scars left on his neck and on his mind. For the time he wasn’t here for. But more than that, Tim despises his jealous eyes and how hard they fell for Jason all those years ago. He despises his rotten mind and how much it still worships him.