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a Batfamily Secret Santa done over at LiveJournal. C:
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Tim stood, arms akimbo, at his now decorated apartment.To the corner of the living room was the Christmas tree, a Christmas stocking if you were to avert your eyes to the chimney, a few Christmas wreaths hanging around, most especially around the doors, a giant one on his main door, and Christmas garlands going around the entire house. It was nice, nothing too extravagant, but nice, Tim thought as he surveyed the area.
It's not like Tim was expecting anyone to see his Christmas decorations, but he thought it was appropriate-- it was Christmas after all. And, well, Tim was just Tim like that.
He walked towards his balcony, a mug of eggnog (Thank you, Alfred, for dropping some off earlier) in hand. The sky was a deep midnight blue, stars brighter than usual, which was brightened up even more with the lights that swept over the entirety of Gotham. Gotham actually looked cheerful tonight; something that never happened unless it was Christmas or maybe a few other occasions (Tim had his doubts though).
Yes, it was a great night. An even greater night if he had, maybe, someone to share it with.
The boy sighed. He knew it was his fault. If he had wanted company, he should've gone to Wayne manor. That was, still, HQ, where everyone gathered. Was it wrong to start falling into his deep thoughts? He usually did anyway. Though he felt negativity tug at him, creeping up. He wasn't just a replacement, right? He'd stood his ground, created something of himself, as an ordinary person and as a superhero?
"Hnnk--!!" A strong arm pulled him hard into whoever owned that arm's chest.
Tim looked up, greeted by bright blue eyes and a giant smile. "Dick?"
"Timbo!"
"And me." someone else interjected. Tim looked towards the other direction, a shadowed figure emerging from the side of his balcony. Even Jason Todd was there.
"Shouldn't you two be in the manor?" Tim figured that at least Dick would be.
"Goldie here decided that we spend time with you, Baby Bird."
Dick nodded.
"Merry Christmas, Tim." The two older men said.
"Merry Christmas." Tim answered.
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Tim stood, arms akimbo, at his now decorated apartment.To the corner of the living room was the Christmas tree, a Christmas stocking if you were to avert your eyes to the chimney, a few Christmas wreaths hanging around, most especially around the doors, a giant one on his main door, and Christmas garlands going around the entire house. It was nice, nothing too extravagant, but nice, Tim thought as he surveyed the area.
It's not like Tim was expecting anyone to see his Christmas decorations, but he thought it was appropriate-- it was Christmas after all. And, well, Tim was just Tim like that.
He walked towards his balcony, a mug of eggnog (Thank you, Alfred, for dropping some off earlier) in hand. The sky was a deep midnight blue, stars brighter than usual, which was brightened up even more with the lights that swept over the entirety of Gotham. Gotham actually looked cheerful tonight; something that never happened unless it was Christmas or maybe a few other occasions (Tim had his doubts though).
Yes, it was a great night. An even greater night if he had, maybe, someone to share it with.
The boy sighed. He knew it was his fault. If he had wanted company, he should've gone to Wayne manor. That was, still, HQ, where everyone gathered. Was it wrong to start falling into his deep thoughts? He usually did anyway. Though he felt negativity tug at him, creeping up. He wasn't just a replacement, right? He'd stood his ground, created something of himself, as an ordinary person and as a superhero?
"Hnnk--!!" A strong arm pulled him hard into whoever owned that arm's chest.
Tim looked up, greeted by bright blue eyes and a giant smile. "Dick?"
"Timbo!"
"And me." someone else interjected. Tim looked towards the other direction, a shadowed figure emerging from the side of his balcony. Even Jason Todd was there.
"Shouldn't you two be in the manor?" Tim figured that at least Dick would be.
"Goldie here decided that we spend time with you, Baby Bird."
Dick nodded.
"Merry Christmas, Tim." The two older men said.
"Merry Christmas." Tim answered.
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how has o one commented on this?!?!?!?!? its awesome!!! amazing work you fantastic person that draws fantastic art!!