Texts From Gotham

A Word: All texts taken as is and unaltered from the TFLN database. Drabbles may or may not be loosely connected. Just assume they're not as pairings and what not will change to reflect the specific texts used as inspiration.

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(773): My ex-fiancee UPS-ed me a sixer of tall boys, and a fifth of bourbon for christmas, from halfway across the country. What does this mean?

Tim looks in the box again but still fails to find a note or anything even vaguely note like. Just the alcohol, the packaging, and the packing slip with Tam's neat hand done in blue ink. He didn't even know Tam was in Illinois. He doesn't know why she's there.

He flips his phone and thinks about calling her up to ask her, but is honestly too afraid he'll get that judging silence that means she's mentally calling him all different kinds of an idiot. An inattentive idiot, because she probably did tell him she was going out of state and why she was doing it. Tim's well aware that his mind is primed to catch a very specific type of relevant information even when he's not really listening to what's being said, and that vacation plans are not very relevant to that filter.

His phone chimes. Several more times than it should, and Tim unlocks it to see that Dick's -as usual- shared the conversation. Tim groans as Jason and Steph send him almost identical texts right on top of each other. Something about removing sticks that he deletes without looking too closely at them. He opens up a mass text and starts typing his standard 'hate you all' response. He gets halfway through it before having to add names to the text because Dick's 'accidentally' texted Roy and Gar. Again.

By the time it's done there's a large enough list that it takes a full minute to go through. Tim still doesn't know why Tam's sending him alcohol, but he appreciates it and has no intention of sharing it with Dick like he thought he would when he first sent the text.

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