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You can either make it snippets into each of his regeneration's lives, or a time-space event where they all end up at the same time and place together fighting the same thing. Feel free to choose any incarnation of Robin you want, as they would all be 'the same' person anyways you can even use both comics!Tim and toon!Timmy if you so choose. I would love to see Steph!Robin though.
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10:00 PM
“I don’t know what to tell you, Bruce,” Leslie says, looking over the charts in her hands.
A doctor of exceptional caliber and long-time friend of his parents, Leslie is one of the few people he trusts with the secrets of his other life. She is also responsible for providing the medical treatment that neither he nor Alfred can provide in the Batcave.
Leslie puts down the file, sits down and folds her hands into a steeple, before adding: “In fact, were this any other patient, I’d be referring them to the diagnosticians at Princeton Plainsboro.”
“What’s wrong?” Bruce asks, frowning.
“It’s complicated,” Leslie admits and, with a sigh, looks back at the charts for a moment. “I’m not even sure where to start exactly, but I can tell you with an absolute degree of certainly that, physiologically speaking, the boy sitting in my exam room isn’t the same boy that I’ve been treating all these years ( ... )
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“Dick will be fine,” Bruce interrupts, rubbing his temple. He can feel a headache coming on and all he wants to do is make sure Dick’s fine and go home. “He’s been fine in your care so far and he’s probably still allergic to aspirin, so I don’t see how this changes anything. Just treat him like you normally do.”
Leslie rises from her chair, now looking deeply concerned. “Bruce… I don’t think you understand how serious this is. If he gets sick or injured, I’m not sure I can help. I wouldn’t even know where to begin-”
“Leslie, I trust you,” Bruce states firmly, “And I trust Dick. If something’s happened, he’ll tell us when he’s ready ( ... )
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The reference to the Doctor's aspirin allergy was a nice touch.
Now I'm wondering where Dick has run off to - is he going to find his TARDIS? Or does he just need some space to take in everything that's just happened? I can't wait to see what happens next!
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Spoilers. ;)
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Room 2011It’s not the sound of the doorknob turning that wakes Rick up, no. It’s the sudden, unnerving sense that someone is there. His eyes flicker open and he nearly has a heart attack when he sees the slight, shadowy figure stooping in the darkness ( ... )
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“It’s just…” Dick pauses, wiping his eyes on his sleeve, “I miss my mom and dad and I want to know why. Why did we have to come here, to this stupid planet? Why didn’t couldn’t we stay us?”
Why are my parents dead?Rick knows that’s what Dick’s really asking. He takes a deep breath, licking his dry lips and stares up at the ceiling, letting his mind drift into the past. He supposes the best place to start is where it started. “Your father and I were friends. I met him while he was doing research for the Academy - something about parallel realities ( ... )
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And I can't help but think of that list of tropes and have a dreadful sort of anticipation settle in my gut.
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Rick is the biggest ball of angst-induction. He's lost everything and, in a way, he's probably been hoping Dick never opens the watch cause Dick's all he's got left. And I bet people were thinking I forgot about him, dohohoho!
I promise every one of those will make sense at the end. Not to mention the additional tropes that are going to pop up as it continues on and the regeneration-specific ones.
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5:30 AMAlfred isn’t entirely unused to his charges coming in at odd hours, if they do come home at all, and, when they do deign to return to their proper beds, he is quite used to them remaining there until at least a minimum of five hours have passed - three, if Master Bruce is feeling particularly obstinate. He is, however, very surprised to find his youngest charge in the study before sunrise, especially given the boy’s rather strange, distressing episode the night before and the late hour at which Bruce had brought him home. Add the rather disturbing revelations he’d gleaned from Leslie about the physiological changes young master Dick had undergone, and Alfred finds himself quite concerned ( ... )
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Alfred notes the vaguely familiar-sounding name, filing it away for future reference, and idly wonders where he’d heard it before.
The boy’s shoulders begin to tremble as he lowers his head, trying to hide the tears threatening to spill again, and then he sniffles, rubs his eyes with the back of his hand and takes another sip of cocoa. “All my friends are probably dead now.”
“Not all, surely,” Alfred says, pausing in his preparations. Ah, so there it is, the heart of the matter, Alfred concludes mentally and then adds, “I believe you’re forgetting about your friends here.”
Dick visibly stiffens and then sinks lower into his chair, cradling the mug between his hands. “That’s the thing, Alfred. They’re Dick - Robin’s ( ... )
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(Also, don't think I didn't see what you did there with Patient Room# 1940)
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I will only confirm that both Bruce and Alfred know Dick has undergone a traumatizing physiological change and that Alfred may have heard the name Gallifrey before.
(dohohohho I expected nothing less)
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7:16 AM
Dick hesitates. Before him is the stairwell that leads to the Batcave. He’s not sure he has the right to be there, not after what he’s learned about himself. His hand drifts to his chest and the steady four-beat pulse drums a deafening bass beneath his fingertips.
Is he even Robin anymore?
Robin was Dick’s creation, his superhero identity, not the brainchild of - "oh," he mouths, pausing. His fingers drift up to his mouth, pressing his lips hesitantly as he mouths his real name again. It feels so strange and unwieldy. It’s like it’s not even a part of him anymore. And, as much as he wants to say it aloud, he knows it’s not allowed ( ... )
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