Open: Ryuuji, Tim, Dick
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It didn't rain nearly enough at Hogwarts. It needed to. Terry would have been more than happy, well maybe that was overstating it. Terry would have been satisfied if it'd rained to go with his mood. He'd been living in something of a fog since coming back his impromptu vacation on Caladan. He'd returned to find Ryuuji different, physcally and emotionally.
These days he almost wanted to laugh about it. He'd actually thought he'd been showing improvement in the boyfriend department; after all Ryuuji'd have understood about postponements and his general lack of polish with gift giving. But he'd broken something important all the same. He hadn't thought Bruce would ever be right about something like that. Frankly, he'd thought the old man was wallowing in sorrow and worn out regrets. Terry remembered Talia and how that had turned out.
But he'd wanted to protect Ryuuji from himself, from his anger and he'd broken something. And he could hear Bruce's voice in his mind, about how they were never the same after you broke them, after you did something that wasn't quite normal. And he'd thought he was so slagging well adjusted.
If he didn't require asking Ryuuji to follow through, Terry'd have pressed for the trip back to Gotham. He could do with having his mother fret over him, and having a Bruce he could talk to and argue with and work this out with. Hell, a Clark he could talk too wouldn't be remiss either.
Curled up on top of a tower, crouched against the sloping sides of a spire-d roof, Terry looked out at the grounds, thinking but not thinking, wishing there were criminals down below he could act against so he'd feel as if he was doing something more than pouring through textbooks of abstract, twisted latin every day.
Of course he could have responded to knocks on his door. He'd finally found Dick's letter. There was no one to avoid, or at least there hadn't been for a while. He could let Tim in to take care of him somehow. But that seemed wrong, like something Bruce would do. And he'd done too many Bruce-like things already.
The worse thing about this school was the lack of good, cleansing, violence. He'd give a lot to wedgie some idiot right now, right in the middle of kicking their crime committing asses.
These days he almost wanted to laugh about it. He'd actually thought he'd been showing improvement in the boyfriend department; after all Ryuuji'd have understood about postponements and his general lack of polish with gift giving. But he'd broken something important all the same. He hadn't thought Bruce would ever be right about something like that. Frankly, he'd thought the old man was wallowing in sorrow and worn out regrets. Terry remembered Talia and how that had turned out.
But he'd wanted to protect Ryuuji from himself, from his anger and he'd broken something. And he could hear Bruce's voice in his mind, about how they were never the same after you broke them, after you did something that wasn't quite normal. And he'd thought he was so slagging well adjusted.
If he didn't require asking Ryuuji to follow through, Terry'd have pressed for the trip back to Gotham. He could do with having his mother fret over him, and having a Bruce he could talk to and argue with and work this out with. Hell, a Clark he could talk too wouldn't be remiss either.
Curled up on top of a tower, crouched against the sloping sides of a spire-d roof, Terry looked out at the grounds, thinking but not thinking, wishing there were criminals down below he could act against so he'd feel as if he was doing something more than pouring through textbooks of abstract, twisted latin every day.
Of course he could have responded to knocks on his door. He'd finally found Dick's letter. There was no one to avoid, or at least there hadn't been for a while. He could let Tim in to take care of him somehow. But that seemed wrong, like something Bruce would do. And he'd done too many Bruce-like things already.
The worse thing about this school was the lack of good, cleansing, violence. He'd give a lot to wedgie some idiot right now, right in the middle of kicking their crime committing asses.