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trans_92009-09-18 12:36 am
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I fought the law (and the law won)
There's not a whole lot to do, when you're marking time in a jail cell. Tim has paced every inch of it, calculated the estimated area of his new living space (small), and counted the ceiling tiles (42 and 1/4).
He hasn't tried to escape, though he thinks he might be able to, if he really tried. But he won't.
Right now, he's lying on his cot, staring at the ceiling, and hoping that no one comes to visit him. He's not sure he can face their disappointment.
He hasn't tried to escape, though he thinks he might be able to, if he really tried. But he won't.
Right now, he's lying on his cot, staring at the ceiling, and hoping that no one comes to visit him. He's not sure he can face their disappointment.

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"Isn't it?" Tim asks, raising an eyebrow at Leon. "I've been fighting psychos since I was thirteen. I'm pretty good at it. Why shouldn't I use my training?"
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Leon may or may not deal with the rest of your statement later, Tim. Right now, he's still stuck on the fact that some psycho let a thirteen year old fight other psychos.
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"Yes, thirteen. That was when I started being Robin."
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"We'll talk more later." Leon was going to need a minute.
He started to leave, but paused for a moment. "Just one more thing. Any soldier, whether they've been discharged or on shore leave, aren't allowed to put on war paint and run around being up bank robbers or whatever, even on US soil. There actually is a reason for that. You think on that for a while, and I...
"I need to have a talk with someone."
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But not for being a vigilante. Caped heroes and vigilantes have been a reality in his world for a long time. He might be sorry about his actions regarding the yeerk--he should have asked for help--but he doesn't regret being Robin.