Self-neglect came naturally to Tim, not because he despised himself (there were periods of self-loathing, but not that severe) but simply because taking care of himself wasted time and energy that could be better spent elsewhere. A nasty little habit that had always been a part of him, fed into by the man that turned him into Robin. Tim was the Robin that had the most in common with Bruce when it came to their personalities. But he wasn't quite proud of that the way he was when he was younger.
They'd made a deal, so he followed through with his part of it. Scrubbed the night's filth off of himself, ate actual, healthy meals (with a little help from Alfred), got a full eight hours of sleep. Even Tim had to admit the whole thing made him feel like an entirely different person. He'd gotten so in the habit of just doing the bare minimum care to get by that he'd honestly forgotten how it felt.
Tim got the text, rolled his eyes, and didn't bother responding. It took him only a minute or two to pull on some clothes and sneakers. The grimoire he'd been give was already secured in a messenger bag that he threw over his shoulder and he was out the door. It was a nice car, he had to admit, even those his tastes tended towards the newer, flashier models. Jason had done a good job with it. He looked good, too, like a wet dream straight out of the fifties in that jacket of his.
"Be a pity to waste the piss." The younger of the two said instead of complimenting it, but there's a hint of a smirk that gave away that he was full of it. He wasn't sure if Jason would even want a compliment from him. Tim easily slid into the passenger seat and buckled his belt.
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They'd made a deal, so he followed through with his part of it. Scrubbed the night's filth off of himself, ate actual, healthy meals (with a little help from Alfred), got a full eight hours of sleep. Even Tim had to admit the whole thing made him feel like an entirely different person. He'd gotten so in the habit of just doing the bare minimum care to get by that he'd honestly forgotten how it felt.
Tim got the text, rolled his eyes, and didn't bother responding. It took him only a minute or two to pull on some clothes and sneakers. The grimoire he'd been give was already secured in a messenger bag that he threw over his shoulder and he was out the door. It was a nice car, he had to admit, even those his tastes tended towards the newer, flashier models. Jason had done a good job with it. He looked good, too, like a wet dream straight out of the fifties in that jacket of his.
"Be a pity to waste the piss." The younger of the two said instead of complimenting it, but there's a hint of a smirk that gave away that he was full of it. He wasn't sure if Jason would even want a compliment from him. Tim easily slid into the passenger seat and buckled his belt.