Hystypqwyyx Klywtwtstx was ecstatic. He (for the purposes of this drabble, we will refer to him as masculine, mostly because our simple earth languages can't distinguish between the 27 genders of his species) burbled and whirled and flapped his fins around his tiny ship. Oh, the Queen-mother-uncle-god would be so pleased! He, Hystypqwyyx Klywtwtstx had found the Krypotonian's one weakness! Now they could invade that puny planet and claim their rightful place as rules of the secter!
It hadn't been difficult, Hystypqwyyx Klywtwtstx thought modestly. All it had taken was some simple obervation. The Kryptonian never used any of his true strength when the metal-glass-lense things were on his nose. His shoulders hunched and he let people push him around. Obviously, the metal-glass-lense things weakened him. It was the only solution!
Intellectually, Tim understands that sex appeal is an effective weapon. He's worked with Nightwing, for heaven's sake. He's seen what a skin-tight costume and a certain smile can do to informants.
But, somehow, he had never really thought to apply that lesson to himself. Not until Lex Luthor interrupted himself in the middle of a rant to check Robin out, which is icky and slimy and really, really out of character. Tim will update Luthor's file to include this new ... habit just as soon as he finishes srubbing his skin off.
I LOVE THIS! I'd rub my skin off too if Luthor checked me out. It really would be icky and slimy if Luthor did start taking an interest in Tim, and I really shouldn't like it as much as I do. "holds head in shame"
[and sorry my comment is so late, I thought I had then realized I didn't]
At first, the uniform had helped. For years, just seeing it made Tim stand a little straighter. He had to make himself worthy of that uniform and that name. Robin meant something. Robin was a hero.
But now, he's seen that uniform torn and frayed and covered with substances he doesn't want to think about too closely. He's sweated into it and he's cried into it and he's bled into it. He has lived in that uniform for days on end and watched the bright armor gradually fade beneath the dust. The uniform still means something. Robin is still a hero. But now, Robin is him.
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It hadn't been difficult, Hystypqwyyx Klywtwtstx thought modestly. All it had taken was some simple obervation. The Kryptonian never used any of his true strength when the metal-glass-lense things were on his nose. His shoulders hunched and he let people push him around. Obviously, the metal-glass-lense things weakened him. It was the only solution!
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But, somehow, he had never really thought to apply that lesson to himself. Not until Lex Luthor interrupted himself in the middle of a rant to check Robin out, which is icky and slimy and really, really out of character. Tim will update Luthor's file to include this new ... habit just as soon as he finishes srubbing his skin off.
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[and sorry my comment is so late, I thought I had then realized I didn't]
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But now, he's seen that uniform torn and frayed and covered with substances he doesn't want to think about too closely. He's sweated into it and he's cried into it and he's bled into it. He has lived in that uniform for days on end and watched the bright armor gradually fade beneath the dust. The uniform still means something. Robin is still a hero. But now, Robin is him.
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