"Yes. I'm one of the totally cool ones. Just like you," Tim encourages. He's not entirely sure what's going on here, but he'd agree to anything to make the zombie go away, preferably not in a second death. This chat is complicating matters. This is not a mindless killing machine with no concept of good and evil.
But knowledge of accepted morality and social norms does guarantee adherence thereof. Tim remembers the nasty bites covering Howard's face. Maybe R is a killing machine. Maybe not. Tim only knows that, if he attacks R for existing, he's going to end up with infected wounds.
And that's at best.
"I'm Tim," Tim suppresses the gentle, patronizing voice that he almost slips into. This is not a lost toddler. There is a limit to how soft he is willing to appear in hopes of walking away. He's convinced that if he's too accommodating, he'll be a lamb chop. "Listen , R. You can go ask Howard. Ask him if Tim Drake touched him. I didn't. He'll tell you for himself."
Taking a few more steps, he widens the gap between them. "I'll warn all my friends that this place is Howard's."
Actually, he'd warn them to never attempt the river in the dark and to try to trusted backup, but it was close enough to the truth. It's how you finesse the presentation. He doesn't go so far as to offer his own friendship. His parents. They looked like this. Talked about missing him, glad to be together again and rotting...
No. He can feel the facial muscles tic. Don't glower. Don't let him see the revulsion. It's not at him. Not all of it.
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But knowledge of accepted morality and social norms does guarantee adherence thereof. Tim remembers the nasty bites covering Howard's face. Maybe R is a killing machine. Maybe not. Tim only knows that, if he attacks R for existing, he's going to end up with infected wounds.
And that's at best.
"I'm Tim," Tim suppresses the gentle, patronizing voice that he almost slips into. This is not a lost toddler. There is a limit to how soft he is willing to appear in hopes of walking away. He's convinced that if he's too accommodating, he'll be a lamb chop. "Listen , R. You can go ask Howard. Ask him if Tim Drake touched him. I didn't. He'll tell you for himself."
Taking a few more steps, he widens the gap between them. "I'll warn all my friends that this place is Howard's."
Actually, he'd warn them to never attempt the river in the dark and to try to trusted backup, but it was close enough to the truth. It's how you finesse the presentation. He doesn't go so far as to offer his own friendship. His parents. They looked like this. Talked about missing him, glad to be together again and rotting...
No. He can feel the facial muscles tic. Don't glower. Don't let him see the revulsion. It's not at him. Not all of it.