In the neighborhood...

[notafraidofyou]

Okay, well, maybe Tim hadn't exactly been in the neighborhood.  It's possible that he took two trains and four buses to get into the neighborhood.  And maybe skipped some school.

Okay, he skipped the whole day.

But he's here!  He shifts the weight of his backpack on his shoulders and knocks at the door to Dick's apartment.

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[notafraidofyou]

"No way! I do it for fun." He grins back. "Come on. If you had to take public transportation instead of that sweet bike, you'd do the same thing."

[things_change]

Dick leans back and crosses his arms behind his head, grinning. "Fortunately for me, I have a license and said sweet bike, so it's not an issue, is it?"

[notafraidofyou]

"Not until you critique my method of transit," Tim says, elbowing him in the side.

[things_change]

"Critique your method of transit?" Dick repeats, batting Tim's elbow away and poking him in the ribs in retaliation. "How much time are you spending with Alfred these days, anyway?"

[notafraidofyou]

Tim rolls his eyes. "I do actually know some big words, birdbrain," he says, squirming away from Dick's poking fingers. "Plus, he's been looking over my homework and editing my papers. He's tough."