[The fact that Tim doesn't immediately bite his head off about it is... progress? Tentative progress. Now Jon just has to figure out how to prevent the man from getting hold of a different gun. There must be license requirements. Can he report Tim for illegally firing a gun? Should he tell Wolf to?
But going behind Tim's back like that is exactly what the clone had been accusing him of. Jon doesn't want to be what Tim fears, a creature that just keeps sabotaging him.]
Would you take self-defense lessons with me from Tim Drake, instead? I honestly think you'll get more use out of them than having a gun. And he keeps pestering me about doing them. Having someone else to hold me accountable to them would be... useful.
I'm already taking them. He's a pretty good teacher and even better at knocking me to the floor, but I think getting some exercise would be good for you. And I mean more than what you get from lifting boxes of statments.
[He's taking self defence lessons already, he has mace, and a gun. Is Jon seeing the picture of how safe Tim has felt lately in this city?]
[Tim starts to make a joke about who hasn't thought about slugging their boss then stops. Images of his clone flash in his mind briefly and he changes his response.]
Maybe thinking about that sort of thing with your boss was just me with Elias, then. He's gone, by the way. I don't know if Hawke told you, but I did ask him. Just like that. I'm not sure it's quite as much of a relief as last time. He didn't have much time to do anything nefarious.
No, he didn't. I expect some part of it was the city severely limiting his abilities this go around. They did something to shake his connection with the Beholding. He was looking to me for answers on some things. Which was... unnerving. He was also from before things changed. He hadn't realized he'd won until I told him.
[Again Tim's hand has to stop before hitting send. There is so much he wants to say, but isn't sure it's a good idea: are you really sure Elias manipulated his contract before? Are you sure Elias is to blame for the end of the world and not just an excuse? Could it have been a Not Them? Like it had been a Not Sasha? Instead he simply chooses something else.] Seemed just like the Elias I always knew from back home. Maybe a bit stuck up sometimes, but not a bad guy.
That's not a bad thing. I'm glad he wasn't awful to you.
I still don't understand what his angle was. Right before he left, he took me in for a few days. Some sort of effect came while I was eating my breakfast out in the park near the office. I lost most of my memories. Everything back to where I'd just been hired as Head Archivist. Elias found me wandering around, took me to his home. Nothing untoward happened. He was just... nice to me. I don't trust it.
[Jon side-eyes the hell out of that message, but manages to contain a snippy response.]
He wasn't one of the Not-Them, Tim. You realize 'Elias' is just the body Jonah Magnus is piloting around? He ripped out the original Elias Bouchard's eyes, stuck his own in, and erased the man who used to own that body. Just like he did to every head of the Institute from its inception.
Or maybe he was just biding his time. He spent 200 years planning a ritual that ended the world. For all his many faults, a lack of patience isn't one of them.
Then I guess I can see why he'd care about you, but why me? I thought the only one who mattered was you. Yet he was nothing but helpful to me. [About the only one who listened and agreed with him on things Tim thought anyone from home should have done the same for. Yet Elias seemed to be the only sane one for awhile.]
Considering he's used you and the others to help gaslight me in the past? I wouldn't put it past him to play the sympathetic ear to get you on his side. All the better to help convince me I'm being unreasonable, irrational. He's just the old boring, but helpful Elias we all knew and admired.
Why can't we all be friends again, Jon? You're being so paranoid, Jon. Why are you always like this, Jon? He's just trying to help you, Jon.
[Jon is attempting to keep his cool, but the anxiety and paranoia are bubbling up in his throat.]
[After so long of wanting someone, anyone, to listen and believe him Tim thinks he can understand how Jon feels.]
You do an amazing Elias. Have you thought about quitting archival work and doing impressions as a stand up gig? [He hopes Jon appreciates the attempt to lighten things up and doesn't hate it.]
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You have a good point with that. I hadn't considered it in that way. I'll look into replacing it.
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But going behind Tim's back like that is exactly what the clone had been accusing him of. Jon doesn't want to be what Tim fears, a creature that just keeps sabotaging him.]
Would you take self-defense lessons with me from Tim Drake, instead?
I honestly think you'll get more use out of them than having a gun.
And he keeps pestering me about doing them.
Having someone else to hold me accountable to them would be... useful.
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[He's taking self defence lessons already, he has mace, and a gun. Is Jon seeing the picture of how safe Tim has felt lately in this city?]
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Maybe Sasha and Martin would be willing to join in.
Gerry, as well?
A taser might also be a better option than a gun until you're very good with one.
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I mean, you could all beat me up, if that's easier.
I daresay it must have crossed all of your minds at some point.
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Probably not that often.
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He's gone, by the way.
I don't know if Hawke told you, but I did ask him.
Just like that.
I'm not sure it's quite as much of a relief as last time.
He didn't have much time to do anything nefarious.
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He didn't seem that bad.
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I expect some part of it was the city severely limiting his abilities this go around.
They did something to shake his connection with the Beholding.
He was looking to me for answers on some things.
Which was... unnerving.
He was also from before things changed.
He hadn't realized he'd won until I told him.
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It was... uncomfortable, really.
He kept touching me and trying tell me it was our world.
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That must have been awkward and uncomfortable for you. [Is what he goes with in the end.]
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He was stranger this time than before.
Gentler with me.
He kept trying to convince me he wanted to be my friend.
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He might not have done anything bad here, but he's a monster.
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I'm glad he wasn't awful to you.
I still don't understand what his angle was.
Right before he left, he took me in for a few days.
Some sort of effect came while I was eating my breakfast out in the park near the office.
I lost most of my memories.
Everything back to where I'd just been hired as Head Archivist.
Elias found me wandering around, took me to his home.
Nothing untoward happened.
He was just... nice to me.
I don't trust it.
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cw: mention of body horror/eye removal
He wasn't one of the Not-Them, Tim.
You realize 'Elias' is just the body Jonah Magnus is piloting around?
He ripped out the original Elias Bouchard's eyes, stuck his own in, and erased the man who used to own that body.
Just like he did to every head of the Institute from its inception.
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He spent 200 years planning a ritual that ended the world.
For all his many faults, a lack of patience isn't one of them.
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I wouldn't put it past him to play the sympathetic ear to get you on his side.
All the better to help convince me I'm being unreasonable, irrational.
He's just the old boring, but helpful Elias we all knew and admired.
Why can't we all be friends again, Jon?
You're being so paranoid, Jon.
Why are you always like this, Jon?
He's just trying to help you, Jon.
[Jon is attempting to keep his cool, but the anxiety and paranoia are bubbling up in his throat.]
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You do an amazing Elias. Have you thought about quitting archival work and doing impressions as a stand up gig? [He hopes Jon appreciates the attempt to lighten things up and doesn't hate it.]
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