Nolan!Tim Drake, future Demon's Head, sob I'm sorry Timmy :c

[somethingelseentirely]

You would toy with my history, over complicate my life, question my decisions. You would do this for your entertainment.

I have work to do. Yes, more important work than explaining why your Batman is fool, but as I imagine you'll leave me be faster if I hold your hand through this.

He is weak. He is a coward, and Gotham doesn't deserve saving. Sodom and Gomorrah burned, with Abraham begging for the sake of ten good men, of five, of one. You are no Abraham; there is no negotiating to be done.

Gotham will fall, and something new will rise from its ashes.

Comments

[damnyougravity]

I didn't know you went to Catholic school.

[somethingelseentirely]

Are only Catholics allowed access to these stories? Forgive me, I didn't know.

[damnyougravity]

No, I don't think so. But they get wine with their bedtime stories. So that's probably helpful.

[somethingelseentirely]

An excellent way to dream of hellfire and damnation.

You speak as if you know me.

[damnyougravity]

Yeah? My dreams tend towards the "at school in my underpants" variety.

...ah. Is this a parallel universe thing or an undercover thing?

[somethingelseentirely]

Who are you? [He hates not knowing okay :c]

[damnyougravity]

I'm awesome. [Deal with it.]

Who are you?

[somethingelseentirely]

I'm a stranger. [Bad answer for bad answer okay B|]

[damnyougravity]

Your face says otherwise.

[YEAH. She went there.]

[somethingelseentirely]

[What 8|]

Your name.

[damnyougravity]

[And isn't this just the best/worse role reversal on the planet! For once, she's the one with the info.]

I sure do have one. Your name is Tim Drake. Cute, loner rich boy with a chip on your shoulder and more than a few secrets. The Danielle Steel novel writes itself.