[He's blinded by an insufferable headache, the kind that makes his teeth grind and forces a wince. Something about the raw adrenaline, the abrupt high coming crashing down as forcefully as it had made his body react. The ringing in his ears hasn't subsided but that's fine, he can hear the voice well enough.
His breathing's heavy and his face, he's sure, is splotched red. The shame and coiled tension alone is enough to make his arms want to tremble. Lesser men would wanna cry, probably, what does he know, but all Tim can do is look on like some deer in headlights. This isn't Ra's al Ghul. This is a perfect stranger. And Tim Drake just swung a chair at him. And everyone is staring. Bruce would be so disappointed.]
I-- I thought... [And the guilt, ugly and forever at the ready, pounces. If security gets called over, which it damn well should, what will that do for the investigation? He doesn't need that.
Blue eyes dart to the man's... hand. The high collar of the stupid cloak. Tension seeps from his body. His heart's still thrumming stupidly in the cool hollow of his chest. Tim huffs out... air. In an effort to quell that.]
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. Are you... [--a preemptive cringe--] are you okay?
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His breathing's heavy and his face, he's sure, is splotched red. The shame and coiled tension alone is enough to make his arms want to tremble. Lesser men would wanna cry, probably, what does he know, but all Tim can do is look on like some deer in headlights. This isn't Ra's al Ghul. This is a perfect stranger. And Tim Drake just swung a chair at him. And everyone is staring. Bruce would be so disappointed.]
I-- I thought... [And the guilt, ugly and forever at the ready, pounces. If security gets called over, which it damn well should, what will that do for the investigation? He doesn't need that.
Blue eyes dart to the man's... hand. The high collar of the stupid cloak. Tension seeps from his body. His heart's still thrumming stupidly in the cool hollow of his chest. Tim huffs out... air. In an effort to quell that.]
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. Are you... [--a preemptive cringe--] are you okay?