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jamjarTerry believes in a lot more than he used to.
He believes in the mission and secrets and necessity. He's seen-- not enough, which is pretty close to too much. The ghost fits into that category almost exactly.
He's not Robin. He's close, but not quite exact, and he's a lot deader than any Robin Terry knows. He's pretty sure they would have told him if one of the Robins had died. It would have come up, probably with a lot of angst and an old enemy, because that's pretty much what always happens.
It's an extra glass cabinet that isn't there and a bright flash of yellow and a pounded Joker when he turns around. Full cups of cold tea in the kitchen and the smell of smoke and adrenaline when he trains in the cave.
Sweat and need and weirdly solid body pressed against him, when Bruce is sleeping on the other side.
He believes in the mission and secrets and necessity. He's seen-- not enough, which is pretty close to too much. The ghost fits into that category almost exactly.
He's not Robin. He's close, but not quite exact, and he's a lot deader than any Robin Terry knows. He's pretty sure they would have told him if one of the Robins had died. It would have come up, probably with a lot of angst and an old enemy, because that's pretty much what always happens.
It's an extra glass cabinet that isn't there and a bright flash of yellow and a pounded Joker when he turns around. Full cups of cold tea in the kitchen and the smell of smoke and adrenaline when he trains in the cave.
Sweat and need and weirdly solid body pressed against him, when Bruce is sleeping on the other side.
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Date: 2004-09-03 07:53 pm (UTC)guh.
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Date: 2004-09-03 07:55 pm (UTC)Put the boy in a fic, preferably post-death, and...
guh.
That's the way he works.