A small drabble about Tim & Dick, that was an idea for a story but never made it.
An unexpected thought.
I worked beside him for years now. Although I wish I could say that I have seen him lately. He’s been off looking after my city, while I have been either at the manor or at HQ. After all that has been said and done, I can’t face that nightmare city. I’m glad he is there though. Maybe one day I will return and help him out but right now that’s not an option. Beside the kid needs his space. However judging by the file I found the shit is going to hit the fan when Robin talks to him about his pretend uncle. I can’t say I don’t blame him for not wanting to live at the manor but I always thought he would have the balls to say something. I smile ironically; after all it wasn’t as if I could talk.
Sometimes HQ feels more like home than the manor does.