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Old Fashioned
Tim turned in the mirror. He eyed the way the cape flowed and the gleam of the lights bounced off the bright green. He then turned his back to the mirror before looking over his shoulder and frowning.
âI feel naked.â
âYou look great!â Dick took rapid photos off his hand camera, on his phone he knew Tim would have them erased beyond saving. âGive another twirl! Put some moxy in it like I did when I was younger.â
Tim just sighed before taking the old mask from his face and examining it in his hands. âYeah-when you were nine it mightâve been okay, but even then no way in hell did you just look at this- thisâŠspeedo and be like âyeah, Iâm going to fight mentally ill insane people in this.â Like-what the hell Dick, my ass is near hanging out and I look like a mustard bottle.â
Dick rolled his eyes. âYou lost the challenge-now shh so I can take some blackmail pics in peace.â
Tim groaned before putting back on the mask and doing a classic robin pose-hands on his hips and foot on a gearbox. Not long after Jason walked into the Batcave with a smug looking Damian following behind him.
Tim turned around at the sound of them walking in and fumed. âDick! You said you werenât telling them when we were taking the pictures!â
Dick lowered his camera and gave a apologetic smile. âSorry Babybird, mustâve let it slip when I was looking for the outfit.â
Tim grumbled before flipping him off. âWhatever-but they arenât allowed to take pictures!â Tim let out a heavy sigh. âShoulda burned this thing when I had the chanceâŠâ.
âHey! Iâll have you know itâs a relic from my past! So no matter what you say it looks amazing.â
Jason and Damian got to their little photo shoot area when Damian spoke. âHow does it feel Drake? The burn of failure that is.â
Tim huffed. âShut it brat. How was I supposed to know that Dick knew you were able to replicate Bâs voice. Hes a grown ass man and your like nine!â
Damian crossed his arms. âNever doubt my capabilities again Drake. Take this as a merciful reminder.â
Jason just silently laughed. âThis is why I donât make deals with the little devil anymore and his sparkling demon friend.â He nodded towards Dick and Damian.
âWhatever, it fine as long as no one else finds out about this.â
Jason pressed his lips to try and contain a laugh. âAbout thatâŠâ
âJason. Jason what the FUCK do you mean by that?!â Tim screeched.
Jason put his hands up. âNothing-I just forgot to cancel on Kon for our sparring session. Soo, he might pop up. Not my fault.â
Tim felt his eye twitch. âITS LITERALLY YOUR FAULT-THE HELL YOU MEAN ITS NOT-â
All the sudden the zeta beam began to speak. âKon-El, 012, Superboy.â Tim froze. âOh. So this is what it was like to feel moments before disaster. Shit.â
âSup guys! I was just stopping by for-â. Kon stop as he walked out the zeta and stared. ââŠhuh.â
Timâs face went red before quickly trying to wrap the cap around himself. âDonât look!â
Kon looked star struck. âIs thatâŠis that Dicks old uniform?â
Dick gave a nod as Tim tried to leave but was blocked by Jason. âNope-how bout you give your little friend a spin?â
Tim glared at him as Damian snickered. âIâd love that actually.â Konâs voice came out hoarsely and dry. He licked his lip. âI mean, itâd be fun right? Reminiscing anâ shit.â
Tims face flushed a deeper red before giving a nod and dropping the cap as is. He gave a small spin, the cap twirling. Kon swallowed hard.
âYou should totally start wearing thatâŠthrow the baddies for a loop huh? I mean, I like it.â
Jason cleared his throat as Dick was glaring at Kon. âYeah, we could tell.â Damian just faked gaged.
Tim raised a brow. âYou like it? I donât look stupid?â
Kon smirked. âCall my old fashioned but I think I love it.â
Might continue this if you guys like it. I just couldnât help but think about Dicks silly little outfit and how heâd kick people ass in it-like who the hell let this kid go out without pants đ. But yeah-think Kon really loves the look.
Kon:Hope this doesnât AWAKEN anything in me heheâŠheh
#batfamily#tim drake#dc comics#timkon#dick grayson#damian wayne#jason todd#kontim#robin#Kon is THIRSTY#GET THIS HOE A DRINK#Jason and Damian want to set them up#Damian is a little shit#Jason is a supporting brother#Dick wants to beat Kon with his camera#Kon WANTS that camera#batcest dni#dcu#these bitches gay#good for them
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a list of all my dc wips:
(id appreciate any asks about these! maybe hopefully it will increase my motivation to finish them)
Rejected Batgirls AU
Fed up with the Bats for the last time, Steph decides to strike out on her own as Spoiler again. Funnily enough she's not even the only wannabe Batgirl that was struck down in the making and choose to hit the streets with a separate identity. In which Spoiler and Misfit team up to hit the streets of Gotham and cause general chaos and mischief.
Batgirl Jason AU
Jason hasn't had a lot of positive male role models in his life but he's known a lot of kick ass women. That's primarily the reason why he asks Bruce (and Barbara!) if he could be the new Batgirl instead of the new Robin. This works out great in the end because Dick isn't pissed that Robin got replaced without his permission and is instead thrilled to have a baby brother and there's also still an unfilled opening when Jason realizes the weird stalker kid with the camera is his rich neighbor.
supervillains love their kids as much as you do, assholes
the unofficial sequel to a mother's love. in which i explore different villains relationships with their kids and completely change the dynamics.
villains im planning on writing: cheshire & lian, lex & kon, slade & his brood, jason & his many villainous moms (the plot to a mother's love if you haven't read it), talia & damian
every family has a black sheep (and most of them end up on the same team?)
in which artemis is the jason of the wonderfam and forcibly reintroduced to being a member of the family when all she wants to do is stay on her deserted island with the rest of her team. bizarro is the only one that doesnt laugh at her and for that? hes her favourite, no questions asked
i honestly just wanted to see yara flor interact with jason and artemis.
momhood and dadtemis
jason liked to say he took the outcasts (generation outlaws) into protective custody when he took them away from lex. clara likes to say he kidnapped them. shes full of shit though, she's always the first one to fight sasha over who gets to sit at jasons side on movie nights.
jason wasnt robin au
a series centering around jason being someone else's sidekick and just having badass moms
red hoodie au
in which clara, sasha, devour (devan) and dna (dani) are deaged to toddlers and jason is suddenly the single father of four (not that he wasnt before but there was a reason he adopted teens, damnit!)
outlaw zombie au
no powers au
jason got sent to some rich kid boarding school when he beat the shit out of some kid bullying tim. because of his background, the media cracked down and it was the lightest punishment bruce could get away with.
it was supposed to be a year min with no contact but then the apocalypse fucked everything up.
stuck in a boarding school in northern California woods, the outlaws band together to survive the zombie apocalypse
fixing the outlaws au
where i take the great idea that scott l*bell had and then i dont fuck it up like he did and instead make a great outlaws team
red hood is more than just a bat
in which i explore jasons relationships with those outside of the batfamily.
dead robins drabble
the first time jason meets spoiler, she sprains her hand against his helmet, screeching like a banshee about how he tried to kill tim
the first time jason meets stephanie, she pokes his pec and loudly complains about how his tits are bigger than hers
jason knight au
in which sheila haywood wasnt jasons biological mom but natalia knight was
#jason todd#red hood#rhato#roy harper#artemis of bana mighdall#kori anders#bizarro#rose wilson#red hood and the outlaws#dc#yara flor#batman#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#barbara gordon#jayroy#charlie gage radcliffe#spoiler#misfit#robin#nightwing#batgirl
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how red robin and supernova got together
damian had known of (at the time) superboy's identity when he and his mother use to go on their mother-son trips aka people watching and training
jon went through a major identity crisis: first he was superboy, volcanic, solarboy, a whole bunch of others before settling with supernova
so imagine jon's confusion when damian called him superboy because umm, i think you're confusing me for my sort-of brother
after the motorcycle incident jon and damian didn't really talk/interacted with each other much to everyone's surprise
in fact it almost seems like they don't even want to be near each other
jon most definitely wants to be near damian, but damian's got his mind somewhere else
like trying to prevent his idiotic brother from falling to his demise while jon is just like: robbie notice me pls
he's already noticed you, jon
the real time they actually interact with each other is when damian very awkwardly came back to his pseudo titans team after being MIA for almost a year
during a depressive episode damian kept an eye on the team, most specifically jon through surveillance cameras in his hidey-hole called 'the static room'
they talk, hang out, damian judges jon's choice of toppings. they have a grand time
jon is the first to realize his feelings after he saves the team from a crumbling building and made sure red robin is okay while his heart is beating a hundred times faster than anyone connected to the speedforce
he practices his lines in the mirror and it's frustrating because supernova is super smooth with people usually but damian...has him tongue tied
chris kent: just ask him, jonno
jon: i am trying
damian's always known he was at least a tiny bit attracted to jon just he'd never thought it'll become a full blown crush
and he's kind of mad at himself for developing feelings on his teammates because it almost always never works out. why couldn't he just crushed on a civilian like drake?
cass: because it will never work either. i suggest you should talk to supernova, maybe he shares the same feeling as you
baby helena: [gurgles]
dick: see? even ellie agrees
damian: i'll keep helena's and your input on this in mind cassandra but no thanks.
on christmas day everyone were invited to a casual christmas party at wayne manor
supernova and red robin are getting cozy on the balcony then jay nakamura, one of jon's college friends and occasional partner in crime takes jon aside and made him promise that he'll kiss damian to end all their suffering
jay nakamura recognition FOR THE WIN
jon, never one to back down from a challenge, says "alright bet" and he may appear cool but his palms are literally sweaty mom's spaghetti
jon never got to kiss damian instead he just very nervously asked him on a date this weekend just as the clock hits 12am
damian says yes
and when kon yelled "about damn time" everyone knew
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My Best Friendâs Brother
Jason & Tim, TimKon, Robin!Jason, Stray!Tim, Alternate Universe, Flirting, Humour, Teasing, Blushing, Friendship.Â
Summary:Â Jason thinks they could work together, it would certainly be an interesting dynamic with the way Tim gets all flustered around Kon, especially considering his persona is one of the most flirtatious ones out there. Making a decision he starts making plans on how heâs going to deal the obvious two way attraction that Stray and Superboy clearly have. Itâs not going to be easy, but heâs Robin, he can handle it!
A/N: This is an AU where Jason is Robin and Tim is Stray. All you probably need to know is that Jason is with Tim's Titan's team, (he hasn't died), also that Jason and Kon are best friends. This is crossing off 'Villainous Crush' from my Batfam bingo card.Â
Also on AO3
Enjoy! :D
âI donât think I can do that.â Robin says shaking his head as he stares at the security footage in front of him. âI mean Iâm good, donât get me wrong, but that is beyond my capabilities.â
âWhat do you propose then?â Wonder Girl questions him with a frown. âWho else is there that has the ability to bypass security as tight as Luthorâs undetected?â
Robin crosses his arms and gets thinking. The security they need to get pass is top level and the most advanced stuff Jason has ever seen. Theyâve been able to hack into the cameras but thatâs as far as they had manged, beyond that was just a dead end and none of them could do it.
What they need to do is access a hidden vault underneath Lexcorp because itâs storing away some crucial files full of delicate information. What that information is Jason wasnât sure, however when Superman gave them the mission he made it quite clear that is was to be done asap.
One person soon comes into mind. This particular person could have the skill to get pass the security where they canât, who would be able to sneak their way around everything without getting caught but was also skilful enough with technology that they could hack into the system if needs be.
Heâd rather not ask them for help but really itâs the only option he can think of. With a sigh, Robin turns to Wonder Girl. âI know someone, so leave it to me. As much as I hate to admit it, they probably could get through the security and laugh about it at the end.â
She raises an eyebrow and demands, âWho?â
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âMy, my little birdie, itâs been a long time! Did you miss me?â
Their voice comes out sounding rather distant from the phoneâs speaker, almost like they were outside. Despite how quiet it sounded, there was no mistaking the teasing tone behind their words.
Jason sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, mentally counting down from 5 before responding. âIt has been a long time Stray. I hope youâve been keeping out of trouble.â
âOf course I havenât! Who do you take me for?â Stray says with a disbelieving snort, like he couldnât believe Jason just asked that question.
The present Titans were all gathered around the kitchen table with Jasonâs phone in the centre of it, currently on speaker to the costumed vigilante called Stray. Jason glances at his team mates to see most of them raising eyebrows at Strayâs words, Cassieâs face was stony cold, like she absolutely loathed this idea. Jason wasnât a fan either, but itâs all they got.
Jason knows who Stray really is, but his team doesnât. Stray was Gotham born and bred, they met on the rooftops and bonded (Jason may or may not have become protective of him during that time, not that he could help it). Theyâve stayed in touch and occasionally help one another out when needs be, hopefully Stray will be willing to help Jason on this occasion.
Before he could say anything more, Strayâs voice was coming through the speakers again, this time louder like he has stopped and actually put his phone to his ear to talk into. âIâm guessing this isnât a pleasure call Robin, which is a shame. What do you want?â
âI â we, the Titans â need your help with something if youâre willing. Are you available in the next day or so?â
âHmmm, it depends. I may be free to help you, that is saying if I even want to help you, however I may not be. What is it?â
Jason rubs a hand across his head feeling frustrated. Stray really isnât making this easy. âBy passing security in Lexcorp to get to a vault. We wonât be able to do it without triggering the alarms, you on the other hand may be able to. If you agree then Iâll meet you and share the deets, if not then itâll be until next time.â
Thereâs a moment of silence, as if Stray is thinking through his options. After a few beats his voice comes through the phone again, âIf I do agree to help you, whatâs in it for me? Jewels or money? Perhaps some of that nice fancy tech Luthor happens to have laying around all the time? A date with my favourite birdie?â
Jason ignores his friendâs wide-eyed looks and focuses only on the phone, âWe can discuss that afterwards. Are you in: Yes or no?â
âFine, Iâll do it,â Stray agrees sounding sort of resigned, âmessage me where you want to meet and Iâll be there. See you soon birdie!â
Jason doesnât bother with a good-bye, he simply reaches over to grab the phone and hangs up. Still ignoring his friends expressions he tells them, âIâll arrange a meeting with Stray for this evening and make a plan from there. Iâll keep all of you updated as I go.â
After that he leaves the kitchen and ignores the questions being fired at his back in favour of retreating to his room. He really hopes it wasnât a mistake contacting Stray.
It was early next morning when he meets with Stray. They meet down by the San Francisco docks away from any cameras, any prying eyes and in complete privacy.
Jason stands waiting around with the trained patience thatâs been drilled into him from his early days as Robin. Thatâs the only reason on why he wasnât fidgeting or pacing with restlessness, unlike his companion whoâs decided to tag along with him.
To his side Superboy paces a few feet backwards and forwards with boredom, sometimes he walks it and sometimes he floats it. Jason wants to be annoyed at him for it, but it was rather amusing to watch.
When Jason announced his meeting time with Stray, Superboy insisted on coming, stating that someone else should tag along just in case something happens. Jason had wanted to protest but the Kryptonian looked determined to come and he couldnât remember the last time he and Kon had actually been alone together. Considering theyâre supposed to be best friends, they donât actually hang out a lot.
Kon lets out a huff and comes to stand by his side. The half-Kryptonian crosses his arms and looks around impatiently. âWhere is he? Heâs supposed to be here by now right?â
Just for his own amusement, Jason doesnât bother pointing out that Stray has actually been around for the last 10 minutes, simply hiding in the shadows watching them. Heâs surprised that Kon didnât pick Stray up with his enhanced powers.
âYou should come over sometime man,â Jason says conversationally instead. âItâs been a while.â
Konâs scowling expression turns into something softer at the mention of hanging out, he sends Jason a smile, âThatâll be good yeah. Iâll have to kidnap you at some point and take you to the farm, Maâs been asking about ya.â
Jason shoots him a small smile. He likes the farm and always enjoys visiting the Kentâs, a weekend away doesnât sound too bad actually.
Deciding heâs had enough, Jason turns to a shadowed covered alley nearby. âAlright Stray, enough is enough, come on out. We have business to deal with.â
He ignores Konâs squawk of surprise in favour of watching Stray saunter towards them. The vigilante was dressed in his full gear which consisted of a tight dark grey leather suit (which could easily rival Dickâs Nightwing spandex) from the neck to his legs, flexible black boots and gloves, a small black belt tied around his waist with a whip hanging loosely from it, on his head were two cat ears and sliver googles with black lenses covering his eyes.
He has no idea how Stray wears the suit, it contours every muscle he has and seems like its going to rip if he stretches just that little bit too much. It never does and Stray wears it without an inch of discomfort.
Stray walks up to them, and Jason certainly doesnât miss the way he eyes Kon up and down, until heâs a couple feet away. He smiles widely, showing his teeth. âHello boys. Howâs it going?â
Under his domino mask, Jason rolls his eyes, pointedly ignoring the almost flirtatious tone being used. Next to him Kon was staring wide eyed at Stray, barely moving a muscle.
In that moment he knows something was up, this here was the start of something. With the way Stray had his head tilted just to the side so he could look at Superboy (Jason couldnât see his eyes but heâs known Stray long enough to know his tell-tales) and the way Kon was openly staring without a care in the world.
Jason very loudly, and obnoxiously, clears his throat to gain their attention. âMatters to attend to thank you very much. Important files we need to steal before they land into the wrong hands. Remember that?â
They both turn and blink at him but otherwise donât say anything. Rolling his eyes Jason digs through his utility belt and brings out a small electronic tablet which he presents to Stray.
âThis is the security we need you to break past.â Robin tells him. âThere's a vault at the end, we havenât yet worked out what kind it is but chances are that youâll probably know how to break it anyway. What do you think?â
Handing Stray the tablet seems to snap him out of whatever trance he had fallen into while staring at Superboy. He grabs the thing out of Robinâs hand and studies it. Jason patiently waits, knowing heâs studying the black and white security footage, going over what is visible to the eye before looking deeper and finding all the hidden secrets.
âThat shouldnât be a problem.â Stray declares handing the tablet back to him after a moment.
Jason raises an eyebrow in surprise. âReally? So youâll do it?â He honestly hadnât expected it to be so easy.
âSend me a copy of that footage and the details of the building, from there I should be able to get in and out. I can have the files you apparently need by sunset tomorrow, or today if you want to get technical.â
âWhat do you want for it?â Robin questions suspiciously. Thereâs always a catch somewhere.
There's a pauses as Stray looks Kon up and down once more before turning to him with a wicked smirk, âKeep it open as an IOU. Once Iâve decided Iâll let you know gorgeous.â
Without further words, Stray turns and disappears back into the shadows like he was never there in the first place. Jason takes a deep breath and shakes his head, that kid he swearsâŠ
The silence soon catches up to him and he shoots Kon a look. His best friend was still staring at the recently vacated spot. Jason waves a hand in front of his face. âKon?â
Kon blinks and finally turns to him, as if coming back online. âThat was Stray?â
âYes, that was Stray. The annoying little brat I call my younger brother who I reluctantly asked for help because it boosts his ego like nothing else. Why, didnât you know who he was?â
âYeah, I, uh I-â Kon stutters for a moment as if looking for the right words. âIâve heard of him but never seen him until now. That was him? How old is he? Is he even legal? Did you see those hips, jeeze⊠wait you said little brother, I didnât know you had a younger brother!â
Putting the tablet back in his belt, Jason turns and starts walking away, heading back for the Tower since it was late. Kon rushes to meet his stride and together they walk.
âHeâs a younger brother I never asked for, not by blood but in every other way that counts. We met on the streets in my early days as Robin, much to my annoyance I came to care for the little brat and here we are years later. We occasionally help one another out when needs be.â
Kon gapes at him for a moment before spluttering out a question. âWhatâs with the leather? I mean I get you bats and your spandex but leather? Thereâs no way thatâs comfy, and with how much it showsâŠâ
Jason scowls at his friend, feeling a little protective. âDonât perve on Stray -â
âIâm not perving!â
â- he just likes to flirt. He gets kicks out of everyone around him being a blushing mess.â
What Jason doesnât mention is that Stray is only that confident in the suit. Outside of being Stray, the kid behind the persona is nothing but shy, sweet and innocent (if a little annoying).
Kon seems to have nothing else to say after that, if he does he keeps any other thoughts to himself so the rest of the journey back to the Tower was quiet and uneventful.
The next day a small box parcel appears on the Towerâs doorstep. After scanning it and triple checking that it wasnât any kind of bomb, they open it up to find the files they had been after from underneath Lexcorp. All that there was in the box beside the files, was a sticky note with a handwritten message on it saying: Remember birdie, IOU, Iâll let you know what I want gorgeous.
Upon reading that Jason sighs and shakes his head. He mentally curses out Stray for putting him in the awkward position of explaining to his team that no he and Stray were not in any kind of relationship and how Stray just likes to flirt with everyone.
Jason quickly explains why theyâve never met the vigilante before, that reason being because Stray was also a thief and can be unpredictable at times. Despite Jasonâs brotherly relationship with the brat itâs still a risk to work with him, he never wanted to get Stray involved with the Titanâs from the beginning.
After some more questioning his teammates seem to eventually accept the explanation and leave the matter be. However, Kon wouldnât let it go, he kept pestering Jason for more information. Did Jason know who he really was? What was his age? Why was he a thief? Would he want to join the Titanâs anyway? Was he single?
Jason glared at his friend for that question and refused to tell him anything.
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It turns out it wasnât too long until Kon ended up meeting Stray again. A couple weeks after the Lexcorp mission, Kon decided to stop by Gotham to hang out with Jason only for them to come across a battered, bruised and bleeding vigilante later on.
Jason was on patrol when Kon found him, and not having the heart to tell his best friend to go away (who cares about Bruceâs no metaâs rule anyway?) he let Kon tag along for the rest of the night. Once they were finished the plan was to go back to the Manor to chill with some video games and some of Alfredâs delicious snacks.
It had been going well as they had stopped several muggings, a few drug deals, a couple of lurking johns and even a small gang war. It wasnât until they were about to head home when their plans suddenly changed.
From where they had been in an alleyway, sudden gunshots could be heard from nearby. Not wasting a second, Kon lifts up off the ground, grabs Jasonâs outstretched hand and flies them over the building into the alley on the other side.
They get their just in time to see a body fall backwards onto the ground and someone making a run for it at the entrance of the alley. Without even speaking, Jason instantly rushes over towards the fallen body while Kon goes after the runner.
To Jasonâs surprise its Stray he finds lying there on the ground groaning with his hand pressed tightly against his shoulder.
Diving into his utility belt for medical resources, Jason hisses. âWhat the hell did you get yourself into Stray? You idiot.â
His voice seems to get Strayâs attention. The kid gives him a pained smile, âJust yâknow, an average night. Fuck.â After a moment he seems to remember something because heâs bolting up into a sitting position and looking around frantically. âWhere is he!â
Jason pushes Stray back down and keeps him still with a hand on his chest. Ignoring the weak struggles and protests, Jason examines what he can of Strayâs wound. He could see that the bullet is still in his shoulder but he canât say if itâs hit anything vital. Theyâll have to get him back to the cave for scans and proper treatment. In the meantime, Jason slaps a bandage over the wound and keeps pressure on it.
âRobin to the cave, anyone there?â He says into his comm.
While he waits for a response Superboy appears with an unconscious body in his hands, that being the man who had made a run for it moments ago.
âThis is Agent A, Robin. How can I assist you?â
âIâm with Stray, heâs just taken a bullet to the shoulder and itâs still in there. Iâm bringing him back to the cave, can you get the medical bay ready? ETA 10 minutes.â
After getting off the comms he turns to Superboy whoâs body posture was awkward but his eyes were trained on Strayâs limp body. âSuperboy.â
It takes a moment but Kon seems to snap out of the trance. âHuh? Sorry. The police are on their way, what shall I do withâŠâ he gestures to the unconscious man still in his grasp.
Jason huffs as he quickly digs out a pair of handcuff from his belts and tosses them to Kon. âTie him to the lamp post. I need your help with Stray.â
Kon does just that and reappears at his side seconds later. âWeâre taking him to the cave, I want you to carry him there and keep pressure on that wound. The bulletâs still in there. Agent A will be there waiting for you.â
âI donât wanna go to the cave⊠Iâm fineâŠ.â Stray mutters from his position on the ground. His words are beginning to slur and his movements are sloppy.
Kon hesitates. âWhat about Batman?â
Jason waves his concern off. âDonât worry, I can deal with him. Now go before anything else happens. Iâll meet you there in a bit.â
Jason makes it to the cave a lot later than what he would have liked. He had to wait around for the police, explain to them what had happened before he could finally start making his way home.
By the time he got the cave, Stray was already trying to leave and was arguing with Alfred about his condition, while Kon was standing to the side looking awkward and unsure on what to do. Stray was currently only dressed in the bottom half of his suit, leaving his torso and bandaged shoulder for everyone to see. Much to Jasonâs surprise, he didnât even have his ears or goggles on which helped conceal his identity.
As Jason walks from the garage to the medical bay, he observes the scene. It was rather amusing to watch the younger boy try to argue to Alfred why heâs fine and doesnât have to stay the night to be observed and how heâs continued on with much worse. Stray is fighting a losing battle and they all know it.
Kon, on the other hand, was rather interesting to observe. The meta was standing in the medical bay but to the side, watching the scene before him with wide eyes. While the Kryptonian seemed to be in shock, Jason could also see how Konâs eyes run over Strayâs body, the way they linger at his chest before moving up to stare at his identifiable face.
Jason is pretty sure Kon doesnât know who Stray really is. He has made it clear that heâs attracted to Stray and is curious enough to want to know more about the thief but beyond that heâs never done anything about it. On the other side of the coin, he knows Stray is eyeing up Kon in a similar fashion. Behind the flirtiness, heâs a shy boy who wants to get to know Superboy more and secretly gets flustered at the thought of the meta.
Perhaps Jason needs to introduce them on a more solid and neutral ground? Stray is like a brother to Jason and Kon is his best friend, would they even work? Does he want to start something like that between them, or simply help them get their shit together so he doesnât have to be stuck in the middle anymore?
Heâll have to have a think about it.
âYou are staying the night and that is final!â Alfred declares firmly to Stray who was now pouting from his position on the medical bed.
Jason snorts as he enters the room and goes to Strayâs side. Poking the younger boy in the ribs, he says, âLook, itâs just for one night. We can hang out, have a good catch up while we play crappy video games and sleep until noon tomorrow. Then you can go.â
The glare he receives makes Jason cackle. Once heâs calmed down he glances at Alfred, âThanks for patching him up Al!â
Alfred merely smiles and starts bustling about to get everything cleaned up. He turns to Stray next, pointing a finger at him, âIâll see you upstairs in a moment. Iâm just going to walk Superboy out of here.â
He turns to Kon to find his friend still staring at Stray. Rolling his eyes, Jason clicks his fingers in the metaâs face and grabs his attention. He cocks his head to the side and starts leaving the medical bay, âLetâs go lover boy!â
Kon stutters for a moment before rushing to catch up and he grins when he sees Konâs flushed face. Jason walks with Kon to the end of the cave, thanking him for his help that night but also apologising that their plans to hang out werenât happening. He does a rain check for when heâs next at the Tower and promises that theyâll spend time together while heâs there. Looking a little sullen, Kon nods his understanding but doesnât push the matter. He takes off up in the air and quickly disappears into the night sky.
As he heads back, Jason starts making mental plans on how heâs going to deal the obvious two way attraction that Stray and Superboy clearly have. Itâs not going to be easy, but heâs Robin, he can handle it!
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âSo what was it that you needed to do again?â Kon questions him as they climb a fourth set of stairs.
Jason glances over his shoulder from where he was ahead of Kon, guiding them through the apartment building they were currently in. âI got a message late last night from a friend, asking me to pick something up from his place. Figured Iâd stop by while out with you since we were passing through the neighbourhood.â
âMakes sense.â Kon comments a moment later.
They donât talk again until they were standing outside an old wooden, beaten door after climbing six flights of stairs. Jason knocks on the door and patiently waits for the occupant to open it up.
âThis friend of yours,â Kon drawls looking at him, âare you guys close?â
Does he know about your night activities? Jason picks up the double meaning of the question. He smiles at Kon and says, âWeâre actually really close, yeah. But sorry about this, it shouldnât take too long.â
He doesnât mention to Kon that in fact this was all planned by him. The message to come and collect something from his friend was planned, because Jason in fact purposely left said item here the other night just so he would get the message. Meeting up with Kon and having him come along just out of âcoincidenceâ was all part of it too.
A sound coming from the door opposite them gains their attention. They both turn to it as they hear locks clicking and a chain being rattled. Soon enough it opens up to reveal a small teenager dressed in an oversized hoddie and leggings.
âHey Tim, howâs it going?â Jason asks with more enthusiasm than necessary.
It was like he was watching it all in slow motion, that moment when the kid opposite him realises exactly what Jason has done. His eyes go wide and his mouth drops open at the realisation of it before his expression becomes dark where his eyebrows drop, his eyes glaring daggers at Jason and his lips pressed into a tight thin line.
While Tim glares at him, and is probably imagining the most painful way he could kill Jason, Jason turns to Kon just in time to see his best friend also click onto what heâs done. Konâs expression goes to one of shock as his eyes flicker between Tim and Jason.
âWait, youâre uh, youâre-â
Kon doesnât get to finish what heâs saying because Tim was suddenly hissing at Jason. âYou asshole Jason!â
Tim backs away from the door and promptly goes to slam it shut and itâs only thanks to his quick reactions that Jason catches the door before it hits the doorframe. He barges his way into the apartment and turns to Tim grinning at him. Tim wasnât paying attention however, the kid was now glaring at Kon who stared back and slowly inched his way into the apartment. Despite Kon being invulnerable and one of the most powerful people on the planet, he seemed rather intimated by Tim.
Once they were both indoors, Tim then slams the door shut with a loud bang. Crossing his arms over his chest he turns to Jason with a scowl. âWhat is the meaning of this? You of all people know how important identities are!â
Jason hums and starts wondering around the small apartment. He leaves the hallway they had been in and adventures into the joint living room and kitchen area. It was there on the coffee table that he sees the files he purposely left behind the other night.
Tim marches in behind him with Kon following soon after. âWhat the hell are Selina or Bruce going to say about this?â
That makes Jason blink and pause. He hadnât thought about that. Oops. He shrugs nonchalantly, âItâs fine. I can work around them.â
âHow? How are you going to get around one of the best thiefâs and the worldâs greatest detective?â
Jason doesnât answer, mostly because he doesnât actually know. Thankfully heâs saved from any more scolding from Tim because his best friend speaks up.
âSo your name is Tim?â Kon suddenly asks from his spot by a sofa. The meta still had this wide-eyed look on him, like he really couldnât believe what he was seeing.
âYes.â Tim snaps at him. âYou better not tell anybody either!â
Jason forces the smirk off his face as he sees the kid blush red. He knows this is about to get interesting and is more than happy to watch how this plays out between them.
âReally though? Tim? Tim is Stray, the cat thief who likes to wear skin-tight leather while on the job and oversized jumpers in his downtime.â
Timâs glare hardens and it looks like he wants to deck Kon there and then.
âJust because youâre invulnerable doesnât mean that I still canât hurt you!â Tim threatens Kon, with a pointed finger to emphasise his point.
For someone who had been intimated by the person now threatening him, Kon now looks completely unperturbed. It was like learning his name was âTimâ made him less terrifying. âUh huhâŠâ Kon hums looking at Tim with a raised eyebrow.
Tim enters Konâs space and pokes him in the chest to make a point. âI will throttle you.â
âAnd I bet youâll like that, wouldnât you?â Kon grins, winking at Tim.
Jason couldnât help but snort at Timâs face. If his shocked expression in the hallway was golden, his shocked expression now was totally palatium. Itâs like Kon flirting with him has made Tim freeze and buffer, like he doesnât know how to handle it or what he should do next.
Tim was speechless and Jason laughs at the sight. However he does wonder where Kon suddenly found the confidence to flirt with Tim, especially since he seemed so unsure at the start. He knows Konâs had his time with beach babes in Hawaii, but this is slightly different.
After several beats it seems like Tim finally comes back online because heâs suddenly shouting, âGet out, now. Thatâs it! Get out, the both of you!â
Jason was still laughing, even more so because Tim is now as bright as a tomato. âWhat, donât like the tables being turned Timmy? Receiving the flirting and not giving it for a change?â
He didnât even see Tim move, so when the kid is suddenly in his space and shoving his files into his hands, Jason stumbles backwards a couple steps to keep his balance. Seconds later hands start shoving him out towards the hallway and towards the front door.
âGet out!â
âOkay, okay,â Jason resigns. Heâs had his fun and embarrassed Tim enough for one day. He walks out of the apartment and into the corridor of the building, seconds later Kon joins him. When the door slams shut behind Kon, they share a look and burst out laughing.
They donât talk as they exit the building, both of them giggling right up until theyâre out on the street and back out in public.
Kon takes a breath to control himself and shoots Jason a sideward glance as they walk down the street. âDude, what was that all about?â
There were so many hidden questions within that one question. Jason picks them all up easily. Why did you blow his secret ID? Why did you take me there? What are you up to? He doesnât answer any of them. Instead he snorts in disbelief and waves a hand around. âOh please, Iâve done you both a favour.â
From there he refuses to answer any of Konâs queries on what just happened. Things were building up between the two of them, Jasonâs simply helping to jump start things along. After seeing them in there earlier, he thinks they could work, it would certainly be an interesting dynamic with the way Tim gets all flustered around Kon, especially considering his persona is one of the most flirtatious ones out there.
Heâs got his own questions he wants to ask Kon, like where did that confidence suddenly come from? What happened to being intimidated by Tim? Before he starts grilling his best friend however, he figures heâd give Kon some time to mull over what happened today and then heâd pin him down to get some answers.
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Jason was done for the day. All he wanted to do in that moment was go to his room, have a long hot shower before changing into some comfy clothes and climbing into bed to sleep for the next three days.
But no, he couldnât do that. He wasnât allowed to do that because he had to go and find Kon, who was in the Tower somewhere, and get his report he failed to hand in after the latest mission. Cassie was getting on his back about Konâs tardiness and it was getting on his nerves. Jason wants to argue that heâs not Konâs babysitter! Why should it be him who has to chase the half-Kryptonian for reports heâs responsible for?
Either way heâs on his way to Konâs room in the Tower, figuring that if Kon wasnât in the kitchen (he wasnât) then he would most likely be in his bedroom. When Jason reaches the right door, he taps his knuckles against it and lets himself in, he only happens to walk two steps in before heâs freezing on the spot because of what heâs seeing.
There on Konâs bed were two figures in what seems to be an intimate position. Jason could see Kon on his back on the mattress (thank god he was fully clothed!) with his head propped up by some pillows. Above him with his legs on either side of Konâs hips, was a familiar smaller figure dressed up in tight leather.
The two of them were currently playing tonsil hockey as hands roamed each otherâs bodies. It wasnât until a low moan comes from one of them that Jason comes back to himself and actually registers what he was seeing.
âWhat the fuck!â
The two figures startle at his outburst and split apart. Tim sits fully upright and looks his way while Kon blinks owlishly at him from his position on the bed. All three of them stare at one another for several long beats, waiting for someone to break the heavy silence.
In the end it was Jason, repeating his outburst. âWhat the fuck!â
âOh hey birdie. Enjoying the show?â Tim smirks at him. He didnât have his ears or goggles on meaning Jason could see his face. Meaning Jason could see how amusing this all was to him.
Kon on the other hand seemed to be on the other end of the scale. He brings his hands up to cover his face with embarrassment and groans. âThis is not how I wanted you to find out!â
âFind out what?â Jason scoffs disbelievingly. âThat you and Tim are finally boning?â
âWell technically we havenât gotten that far, yet.â Tim drawls out, stroking a teasing finger along Konâs chest.
âRight.â Jason says. Deciding that heâs seen enough, he starts to turn around so he could leave. âWell have fun, use protection and Kon, Cassie wants that report done asap.â
Just as he was about to shut the door, Tim speaks up and Jason shoots him an unimpressed look for making him stay longer than what was necessary. âWhy are you acting like that? You wanted to get us together to begin with anyway. Did you want to join in?â
Jason blinks and takes a moment to comprehend what heâs just been asked. âNo! What the fuck? That's my best friend there and youâre like my brother you flirtatious asshole! And yes I was trying to set you two up but that doesnât mean I want to see it!â
Before anything else could happen Jason makes a quick exit. Unfortunately he still wasnât quick enough because he hears Tim shout âYou know where we are if you change your mind!â just before he shuts the door.
He shakes off what he just heard and tries to erase those images from his mind. He blames Cassie. If she didnât want that stupid report then he would have never walked into Konâs room and seen that. It could have been worse where they were naked but thatâs not the point!
Well, he knew something was going to happen between the two of them and now theyâve finally gotten their shit together. Once Jasonâs done getting over it, heâll interrogate Kon all about it later on. Theyâre best friends, he deserves to know all the nitty gritty details and how dare he leave Jason in the dark.
Stray on the other hand wouldnât actually tell him anything, either because of embarrassment or out of spite, it would depend on what mood he was in on the day.
It looks like heâll be having quite interesting conversations with two people very soon.
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Love like poison
Soo... I did that, huh. I have no excuses, I was sad, so now youâre all sad with me.
Warnings: angst. Hurt. Hospitals. Puking. Blood.Â
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
He canât breath.
He had always been scarily good at deception, Dick thinks blandly. His heart is screaming, and crying, and being torned apart, but his mind is strangely steady. A calm voice, sounding all too much like Bruce when he just became his ward and was hounded by panic attack after panic attack, reminded him of his- their options.Â
But it was hard, to listen to that part of himself. Hard to remember they still had time, Tim wasnât dead yet, they still couldâŠ
Tim coughed again, and a waterfall of belladonnas, nightshades and clematis spilled into the ground.
(Danger, artifice and death. Whoever it was Tim loved, they couldnât be worth this pain, if those were the flowers they filled him with)
Fully bloomed and bloodstained. This wasnât a new disease; it had been left to fester inside the young man for too long, and nowâŠ
Now Tim couldn't breath.
Everything else took a backseat as he rushed towards him, falling into his knees by his side in the Caveâs cold floor, screaming for Alfred, Bruce⊠for help.Â
-.-.-.-.-.-
He had been forced into bed rest. No one would budge, no matter how much he complained.
Then-
-Iâve been going out with Hanahaki for as long as Iâve been a vigilante; this is nothing.
Alfred had to leave the room. Bruceâs face had spasmed and closed, emotions tightly locked inside. Jason punched a hole through the wall and stormed off after the butler.
Damian had clutched Dickâs hand as he watched his intubated brother. Itâd be forever their secret, how the youngest boyâs hands had trembled.
Tim just coughed again, and fell asleep clutching a bouquet of foxgloves and dogbane. Tucked in by insincerity and deception.
Dick could only cry the night away.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
-I refuse.
Those two words stop the word in its axis. Hearts refuse to beat, birds quieten their singing, and it seems the wind itself stops howling, breath held in wait of the punchline. Of the explanation. Of the apology.
Tim offers none. Just looks outside the window and repeats his decision once the doctor enters to check the reason for Jasonâs yelling.
Their begs go ignored. Their anger, scoffed at. Their cries produce little more than a sigh.
Tim asks the nurse for a bucket and pukes a river of deathly flowers, seams and all. She pats his back in comfort and looks at them with pity in her eyes, because Tim is no longer a minor, they canât force his hand, and the staff are under oath to respect the patient's wishes.
Hyacinths. Please forgive me.
I canât forgive a corpse, he wants to say. He canât- it wouldnât be heard over Jasonâs screams, or his own sobs.Â
-.-.-.-.-.-.
Tim signs the documents Lucius hands him with trembling hands. Dick has to steady him and hold his body upright, and press a handkerchief to his pale lips when he canât keep the coughs inside any longer and spills fully bloomed oleander on the fabric. Heâs careful that no drop of blood falls in the papers.
Distrust. Heâs worried about the future of Wayne Enterprises, now that heâd no longer be at the helm.
Dick wants to shake him, shake him until he coughs out all the flowers, all the love, all the death. Until his lungs are free and his head is set straight. Until his cheeks flush again, his eyes get their shine back, and heâs warm and living once more.Â
Wants to shake him as if he could spit his little brother out, along with the plants and blood. The little brother he basically raised, protected, mentored, loved. The one heâs about to lose.
He doesnât. Wonders when, exactly, did he stop fighting for him.
And when did Tim stop fighting for himself?
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Cass and Steph had arrived two weeks after Timâs hospitalization. They'd been deep undercover, and Bruceâs emergency call hadnât reached them until just then.
When they stormed into Timâs private rooms, the Wayne family felt a shadow of hope blossoming in their hearts. Was it Steph? They had been together a while ago, maybe Timâs feelings had remained and he thought hers were gone. Maybe they werenât, and they couldâŠ
Timâs face didnât turn wistful, but guilty.
Cassâs hand took his, and Stephanieâs fingers combed his hair away from his forehead. She retrieved a petal from within the locks; hydrangea. Thank you for understanding.
They knew?
The betrayal stung, but Dick forced himself into calmness before analyzing them better. Cass was the one who looked regretful but resigned. Stephanie, while carefully silent, was still despairing enough that he knew this was news for her as well. Maybe her partner had put her up to speed during their trip here?
And his sister⊠Tim had backed her up from the beginning, when both he and Batman distrusted her past. He had stood up for her and she had always been careful to repay him in kind. There was no point in getting mad at her now.
Dick just hoped their bond would be enough for her to convince him to take the damned operation now.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Conner Kent arrives one afternoon, grim faced but unsurprised. Dick suspects heâs known for a long time now, and hates him a little for not telling them. Not doing anything before Tim started choking on dangerously full bloomed plants.
Bruce must have been beyond himself with helplessness, if he called him. Dickâs own despair is the only reason he doesnât punch him in his invulnerable jaw.
They left the room (some of them for the first time in days) when Conner asks, because they are just that desperate.
Tim and Conner talk around the issue, never saying any name, because they arenât dumb enough to ignore the possibility of microphones and cameras.
They speak for hours. Kon reminds him of the time he has left (not a lot, dude). Tim replies heâs not ready (for what?). He pukes a beautiful, complete wisteria (I cling to thee). Conner takes it with shaking hands and puts it behind Timâs ear, the purple contrasting with his dark hair and almost bringing life back to his deathly pale face. He nods, says he understands. Dick doesnât.
The meta says they all miss him, at the tower. They want him back as soon as possible (they are not the only ones), so he better hurry up and get better. Tim pats his hand, whispers something they canât hear, and then they hug for long minutes, maybe an hour (Dickâs perception of time is meassured by coughs and breaths, these days), until Tim chokes on air and pukes sweetpeas (Departure, remember me, good-bye, tender memory, thank you for a lovely time).
Conner cries a little when he leaves the room. Tim is again looking at his window. All signs of the happiness his friend brought with him, gone again, washed away like his petals on the wind.
Dick goes after him and wants to scream and insult and hit him.
âTalk him out of this!â
âHe needs the surgery!â
âWhat are you good for, if you donât convince him to fight for himself?â
âYour best friend is dying and youâre doing nothing!â
âDo you even love him? At all?!â
He ends up falling into his chest and crying, instead.
âMy little brother is dying, and I canât do anything about itâ
Conner doesnât hug him back. Doesnât even look at him when he dislodges Dickâs arms from his middle and turns away, leaving the hospital and any hope the Wayne family had of saving Tim behind.
There was scorn in his gaze, but he doesnât need the meta to voice his thoughts, for him to get the message. Unneeded, besides; he already blames himself enough.
-.-.-.-.-.-.
-What are you doing?
For a few minutes, Dick thinks the words escape his own mouth. The question had been bouncing around in his head, but unvoiced; doubting Tim would even answer. He only ever spoke when Alfred or one of his friends came.
But no, it was Damian who asked, and Dick saw the bedridden boy parting his dry, bloodstained lips to answer.
-Thinking.Â
From the corner of his eye, he saw Jason sitting straight in the couch he had claimed for himself a a few day prior. The four of them were alone at the time, and Dick felt a weak throb of hope at the idea that maybe without their Father, Tim would be willing to answer.
-About what? -asked Jay this time, voice rough for all the shouting heâd been doing lately. He was more mellow, today; tired of fighting against Timâs imperturbable facade.
-About who. The one who planted these seeds in my lungs. Just⊠reminescenting.
-What the... ? Stop! -Dickâs voice broke- You know it makes the Hanahaki worse! You are just watering those, those⊠weeds! You are not even ignoring the precipice, you are speeding towards it!
Timâs face never turned from the window. His hands fiddled with some nerium oleander flowers, a far away look in his eyes.
Distrust. Beware. Caution. What was Tim scared of, that was worse than death?
-Iâm almost done, anyway -he sighed, letting the violet and bloody red petals fall to the bed. The white sheets and colorful flower made a sick disparity.Â
Dick wanted to scream- What? Your life?
Jason and Damian flinched at his words. Tim smiled without humor.
-My resistance.
He sighed again, and didnât speak for a long while. His eyes left the window to look at Dick, and they stayed like that for what seemed like hours, eyes locked, Timâs unreadable icy blues against Dickâs sky ones.
When he finally did, it was to ask for a doctor.
-.-.-.-.-.-.
They were kicked out of the room. All of them, even Bruce. No matter how much money he offered, or how he reminded the hospital staff of their debt to his family; apparently, Tim had chosen the most morally upright doctors in the whole city to treat him. That, or heâd threaten them worse than even the Batman could.Â
Both are equally plausible, coming from his scheming, cunning little brother.
Dick canât breath, is holding all his air and emotions tight in his chest from the moment they are given the boot until a nurse approaches, face a blank mask but eyes betraying her relief.
Tim had agreed to the surgery.
He would live.
Dick is more focused on the colchicum sheâs twisting in her hands.
My best days fled.
For a moment, heâs not sure who was the intended recipient of the message. Nor why his throat hurts so bad.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
There was going to be a long recovery time, they are told. Timâs flowers were left free to fester and grow and twist inside of him for too long. A lot of tissue had to be removed along with the roots, the stems had scratched along his esophagus andâŠ
And there was something else. Something the doctor refrained from telling them. Something that turned Timâs smile empty when they visited him after the procedure, lying still in the too big bed. Had made his voice devoid of any feeling as he told them heâd be having his rehabilitation in San Franciscoâs General Hospital. He had a house there, he informed them, and his own company, that he apparently had been preparing for a long time now. He wouldnât be opposed to future contracts with WE, but now was time for him to spread out his wings and fly. The Titans would look over him during his recovery, after all, and Gotham was no place for a bedridden vigilante anyway.
Dick felt cold all over.
A bouquet in Timâs hands, gift from his friends, told them what they needed to know about his decision.Â
Lantana. Unyielding.Â
Pasque flower. You have no claim.
Azalea. Take care of yourself for me.
The operation should have gotten rid of Timâ feelings towards the one he loved. Why was he leaving the entire family behind, instead?
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Alfred wasnât there when Tim was discharged. He had decided to go back to the mannor first, with both Cassandra and Stephanie, to ready everything for the familyâs return. For those who were coming back, at least. Tim had said goodbye to him in private, Dick thinks. He doesnât understand.
Bruce goes next, and he leaves the room shortly after, confusion as clear in his face as when he went in.
Jason and Damian entered together, neither trusting the other with their bedridden, weakened brother. Dick thinks, if there was something positive to take out of Timâs suffering, was the cementing of his bond with both his predecessor and successor. They left with twin paper slips and a direction scratched on them. An invitation for the future.
As requested, Dick was the last one. He had to stop at the threshold and just relish in the image his brother gave. Healthier than he had been in weeks (maybe months, even), rosy cheeks, no sign of shadows under his eyes, easy smile stretching lazy lips. Hair a mess, but when wasnât it? Still underweight, the days leading to the surgery, specially hard on his body, had prevented him from eating much of anything, but that was nothing a lot of care wouldn't solve. Care that would be provided by his friends, apparently.Â
His heart throbs.
They hadnât been alone in a room together in quite a long time. When Tim succumbed to Hanahaki and collapsed in the Cave, maybe? And before that? At least a year and a half, maybe two, before he gave Robin to Damian.
Tim is lounging by the window, travel backpack at his feet. Conner would be picking him up from the hospitalâs rooftop any minute now, and the rest of their team had already went to the mannor for the rest of his luggage.Â
One last goodbye, and Tim would be gone.Â
(Better in San Francisco than dead, he thinks)
-Why? -he asks, unable to stop himself. The question had burned at his throat for too long now, and he wanted to cough to get rid of the feeling. He refrained; weary of anything that could delay his answers.
Tim, so tight lipped he had been lately on the subject, let his smile stretch an inch wider.
-Iâve been in love with you for as long as memory serves, Dick.Â
Easy, voice almost breezy. As if had not completely turned Dickâs world over.
Unperturbed by Dickâs gasp and his sudden need to grasp the wall for support, Tim continued.
-My feelings for the rest of the family were built over that, and now that they are gone⊠well. I still care for them, the small part of me that wasnât consumed by love grew to like them besides what I felt for you, but the feeling is⊠a lot smaller than it was before.
A small shrug, he looked at his wristwatch and bent to pick his backpack up. Apparently they were running out of time for their goodbye.
Dick had believed Tim had saved him for last because there were many things he needed to tell him. Turns out that he just didnât care enough. Didnât care anymore.
-You know how it is, when you stack everything over one little, unstable piece of yourself? When it collapses, it takes everything away. My life as a vigilante was spurred from meeting you so long ago. I came to be Bruceâs partner and later his son because of you. I made up with Jason and Damian because you edged us on. I guess Alfie, Cass and Steph are the most detached from that, so Iâm cool with them now as well. The rest⊠Iâll guess weâll see, from now on, how it goes. Fresh starts and all that.
He approaches Dick, still smiling. Dick has to force himself not to shiver. Thereâs nothing scary in Timâs eyes, nothing dark; just lightness and calmness.Â
Heâd never noticed, how charged those eyes were when they looked at him. Now, they barely held anything.Â
And that by itself was terrifying.
-I still care about you, donât make that face -he laughs, but itâs⊠itâs not the laugh heâs used to. Not the one that screams so many feelings. Not the one that always made him felt like he was on top of the world just from earning it-. You are part of the Waynes. Weâll see each other soon enough, and Iâm sure weâll be able to built a new relationship thatâs not linked with my hopeless love. Itâll probably take time, Iâm bound to be very busy with my new company and my team, but hey, weâre young, thereâs time.
Dick feels sick. His chest is so tight, he canât breath.
-Donât look so grim -Tim whispers, a hand careful on Dickâs shoulders-. You were right, the operation was for the best. I was just⊠desperate and lost, you know? I felt that way for so long, I didnât knew how to be anything else than in love with you. Wasnât sure how much of me would remain after getting rid of that part. Apparently -he waves at himself- enough.Â
Another step, Tim was just by his side, still touching him but now closer. Another step, and heâd be out of the room.
-After everything went wrong between us⊠the flowers I used to have were prettier. Both in meaning and⊠well. Do you know what belladonnas, nightshades, clematis and every other flower I coughed had in common?
He shakes his head. Isnât sure if Tim can see it over how hard heâs shaking.
-They are all poisonous. Thatâs what my love for you was in the end, Dick. It was poison, and it was killing me inside faster than even the Hanahaki, but I still nurtured it. Them. Those flowers were killing me, and I still cared for them, watered them with my tears and memories. I know, it was silly, but⊠Well, you know how people say âpick your poisonâ? I picked you. I hanged on until I couldn't anymore. Letting the flowers go was the hardest choice I ever made -he laughs, a little incredulous- and now that they are gone, I canât even understand why. I guess only those in love can.
Heâs still smiling when he lets go of Dickâs shoulder and steps out into the hallway.Â
-Bye, Dick. See you soon, okay? Take care.
Dick stays there, frozen in the door, for a long time. Thinking of Tim, of the years spent together, the pain and the happiness they shared.
He remembers the kid he was, bright eyed. Always following him around when he had the chance, hanging out to Dickâs every word. Always kind, good beyond belief. Too much, for the life they lead. Too bright for all the darkness surrounding the Bat.
Until everything started crumbling. Until the weight of duty drove Dick into distrust. Into choosing. Into abandoning.
Until all those sweet memories turned into even sweeter poison.
The happy but naive kid, turned ruthless but righteous teen, turned dangerous and kind hearted young man. The kind of man who receives a vial of toxics from a loved one, and still drinks it with a smile. Still fights to do good. Still tries to keep his feelings, as hurtful as they turned to be, close to his heart.
He was heartbreakingly beautiful in his sadness when he decided to let go, and now in the lightheadedness of finally being able to breath.
Dick falls to his knees. Emotions too deep, too complicated, swim around his head.
He feels like he lost something invaluable. Heâs not sure what: Tim is still there, alive and happy. And theyâd have to rebuild their bridges, but that was possible as long as he was there.
So why�
All comes crashing around him, and he allows himself to cough, trying to get the heaviness off his airways. To breath again, after Tim took all the air with him when he left.
He coughs, and coughs and coughs.
Ranunculus petals come out. Iâm dazzled by your charms.
He coughs, heaves and pukes. Crawls into the room and closes the door behind him. No one can see.
Lilies of the valley, fully bloomed. Sweetness. Happiness through the ages. Youâve made my life complete.
Gasping for air, he drags himself to the nearest wall, back resting against it as he hides his face in knees drawn up against his chest.
A hemlock, bloodstained. You will cause my death.
A shadow passes by the window. Itâs dark and blue and a little red; Superboy, taking Tim to San Francisco and away from him. From the man who almost killed him.
He cries in between coughs, as the garden of lost chances, poisonous flowers and blood grow around him. Itâs grimly beautiful; no wonder Tim was hesitant of getting rid of it.
He canât breath.
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how do you fly with no wings? // young justice
WHO: Cassie Sandsmark, Bart Allen, Conner Kent, Tim Drake.
WORD COUNT: 4939 words.
LOCATION: New York City.
GENERAL NOTES: Young Justice is back, baby! Well, they thought they were back. A mission goes awry and Cassie falls and falls hard.
WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, guns, mentions of drugs/drug trade, mentions of past injuries.Â
CASSIE: There was something in the air that Cassie felt settle deep into her bones, none of it good. Her mind whirled with possibilities of what it could possibly mean. The team was back together, officially. It couldn't be them. This was good, right? It had to be good. It felt like there was some dark cloud hanging over her head despite the joy she felt at being back together with her friends once more.Â
The mission was easy enough. It was supposed to be, at least. Intervening in a drug trade that was to go down between two of the traffickers they had been following. Something for them to ease back into working together once more. Cassie was situated on the top of the building across from the meeting place, ready to spring into action as soon as Tim gave the go ahead. "In position. Is everyone else ready?"
KON: The super's eye peeked open at the sounds of his girlfriend's voice in his ear. He had been lounging atop the building where the meet up was supposed to occur for what felt like hours, just waiting to be given the go ahead to crash through the roof with only a pack of gum to entertain him.Â
Phones could be tracked, according to Tim. That and he hadn't wanted a ringtone to go off in the middle of an interrogation, which, in Kon's defense, had only happened once so the fact that their fearless leader was still harping on felt a bit unnecessary to begin with.Â
Either way, he popped another piece of gum in his mouth, humming at the sweet taste of juicy fruit as he pushed his sunglasses further up his nose. "Born ready, babe. I've been stuck up here for forever!" He complained, flicking his ball of foil into the air and turning into sprinkling ash with a quick flash of red, "Tim's the one taking forever, right Bart?" He snickered as he turned the volume down on his com. He'd know when it was time, and even if he didn't, it was always cooler to make a late entrance anyway. It added pizzazz to these things.
TIM + BART: "Cut the Bat-Brat some slack, Slug," The speedster's chipper voice sounded over the link, following gusts of wind and quick electric snaps. Tim had to smile. It felt so familiar, something old that resurfaced after a good dusty coat had been brushed off, still a bit rough in practice and use, but... These guys had been running their hero gig almost longer than Tim had, in the team sense at least. When Tim had left Young Justice to Cassie, it was to distance himself, to protect them from the possible consequences of his presence causing their utter demise. It was still a prevalent memory, the mass of them to be truly honest, amassing in a visceral fear that made his stomach turn every time he thought about it. Kon, Bart, gone and back within the same... No. They're here. You're all here, you're all getting back into the swing of things. Just keep it cool, keep everyone else in line like you were trained to do. You're a Robin, God damnit.
Crouching from his high vantage point, Tim could clearly see all three members of his merry band, whether they knew it or not. The shadow of the concrete around him kept him near invisible, if it wasn't for the glowing white lenses of his mask and the bright flash of red that spread over the new uniform's arms. Fingerstripes, those were Dick's thing... But Tim needed a change. Needed something new for the new Red Robin. The old one... Well, the old one died at the hands of Ra's Al Ghul, when he told himself he'd never be able to get back in the game because of what he'd done, what he was made to do to keep his city and his family and his friends safe. Besides, with his old gear either destroyed or left to ruin, he figured he'd need to do some upgrading regardless.
"You still thinkin', feather-brain?" Another breath of a laugh, shaking his head and glancing in the direction of the speedster. Bart was keeping himself occupied, as always, by playing around with the rusty lightning that haloed every appendage as he ran. Short sprints gave him just enough to practice throwing the thin bolts at the gravel, every strike leaving a blackened mark on the ground, throwing his already wild hair back further over the open top cowl. "You're almost scarin' me with how spooky silent you are. Then again, guess we've just worked with a boss that likes to be a little more commanding-" ZZRP! "... Not that there's anything bad about that, Wondy."
Bringing his arm up out of it's draped cape coverage, Tim glowered at the holographic screen appearing in his field of vision, working on typing in commands on the gauntlet. White lenses narrowed as he worked, a sly smile forming as information flooded the screen. "I'd have thought you all discovered patience while I was off the team. Guess that's what I get for assuming." Remotely, Tim snagged footage from the hidden security cameras outside of the building's loading bay. Without much more than a second to lose, the familiar lights of a transport truck came up on the screen. People or product, didn't matter, that was their cue.
"Transport approaching, East loading bay. Go for Operation Hart Protector. Flash, keep the truck from parking, watch perimeter. Superboy, Wonder Girl, bust in. Keep watch for digital storage, and don't destroy them please and thank you."
CASSIE: A small smile tugged at Cassie's lips even through the ominous cloud she felt darken with every passing moment. There was always a part of her that couldn't help brighten up around her team, her best friends. When Tim had left she had been a bit wary of leading the team herself, not wary in her skills but in everyone not wanting her to lead after having Tim as a leader. She never had trouble finding her voice, making sure it was the loudest and most commanding. Almost on the other side of the spectrum from Tim, cool and calculating while she was loud and commanding.Â
"Thanks, Bart. I think," Cassie snorted out. "No destroying, you got it." This part was easy, putting herself in the mission mindset. She could push aside the looming gray cloud and the way her stomach was churning, head starting to spin. It was fine. Maybe a trip to Dr. Mid-Nite was due, but she'd keep that to herself for now.Â
Cassie took to the air, flying towards the loading bay and faltered in the air as her head spun. She quickly righted herself and let out a shaky breath, shaking her head and surging forward to punch in the door. "You're slacking, Superboy!" Cassie quipped despite the words feeling heavy on her tongue. What had just happened?Â
Didn't matter. She had to keep going.
KON: It wasn't like he wasn't paying attention, he was great at multitasking, after all, but he was almost always more attuned to Cassie's heartbeat than anything else. Most days it thumped solidly in his ear, grounding him when work got overwhelming and comforting him when he caught glimpses of Clark flying across the sky. He figured it was just a super thing, really, because he knew with certainty Clark did the same with Lois and he would bet his last Dr.Pepper Jon did it with Damian. It was nice, knowing that the person you loved most in the world was safe and happy but now his head snapped toward where Cassie's heartbeat was coming from, the falter in its beat making him frown.Â
Cassie never got nervous. Not even when they faced foes that were far more terrifying than some drug traffickers. It worried him and a part of him wanted to rush over to her but he would never hear the end of it if he did. Not from Tim and certainly not from Cassie herself. She could take care of herself, always had.Â
He tore through the ceiling with a grin, grabbing one of the few guards by the collar with a quick, "Sup?" Before grabbing onto the man's weapon and tossing it across the warehouse.Â
"C'mon!" He whined, "Ladies first and all that. I was just being a gentleman." He grinned, winking at her as he tore a strip of metal from a parked van and formed it around the guards wrists in makeshift handcuffs. "You think Robin would buy us some handcuffs or do you think he'd be worried we'd use them for less than PG purposes?" He asked, dropping the man onto the ground as he glanced toward Cassie.
TIM + BART: Bart didn't need to be told to GO twice. He was off running the minute the order was given, a blip on Tim's visual radar as he appeared to just.. Appear in front of the parking truck, leaning against the hood, still humming from an engine that didn't have time to turn off. "Hi, boys. I'm gonna have to ask you to vacate the premises, orders from the boss." A gear shifted, the tires crunched against the pavement. "... Haha, oops." The speedster pushed his hands against the hood, flipping himself onto the trailer in a few quick motions, holding onto the edge for fear of getting flung off. "I don't think they bought it!!" He called out over the engine revving, the vehicle scraping the side of the building as it attempted to throw the hero off.
Tim was still waiting, a looming shadow at his post, listening and watching like a... "You do know I can still hear you all, right?" He sighed, closing down his holographic computer and standing on the edge of his vantage building. May as well get into the fray, he wasn't trained to just sit back. Besides, he'd been doing far too much of that lately. Grapple launcher in hand, the bird leapt into the air and soared for what felt like the first time in forever. Flying was really more Dick's thing, but there was a special kind of feeling in that free fall, the calculations you had to make, to get yourself to safety without hitting the ground or pulling your arm out of its socket. Without another spoken word, or much other thoughts, the red bird swung up to fall near silently through the hole the Super left in the ceiling, crouched and ready to strike.
A loud crash against the wall and a mumbled "Owwie..." In his ear caught his attention first, head whipping over to the wall the noise. "Flash?"Â
"M'fine," came the grunted reply, Bart pushing himself back up on his knees. "Truck's not parked. In fact, it's way past that."Â
"Shit."
"Not to worry, Captain, I'm on it." Funny, Tim doesn't recall Bart ever sounding annoyed himself. His scowl deepened even as he tossed batarangs into the onslaught. There were a lot more hostiles than he'd initially thought...
"Hey, Rob, did these guys also have a weapons trade deal? 'Cause it's a little hard to catch up when I'm also being shot at."
Double shit.
CASSIE: Whipping her lasso out, Cassie snapped it out and wrapped it around the nearest man's forearm. She tugged hard and sent him flying back. A smile pulled at her lips and she rolled her eyes at Conner's attempts at flirting in the midst of them taking down the guards. "Definitely not," she tugged her lasso back and kicked out at the guard who was attempting to charge her, sending him crashing into the nearest wall and making him crumple in on himself. Tim came swinging in and it was like something clicked into place despite the persistent bad feeling that had made itself home in her chest.Â
Of course, that couldn't last. Bart's voice sounded out through the comms and Cassie's heart sunk right down into her stomach. "Shit," she breathed out, trying to think of a solution and quick. "Flash, I'm coming! You two handle this!" She barked out the orders and shot out of the doors that were no longer hanging on the hinges after her hard punch. There was a memory that flashed across Cassie's mind of Bart and his knee, the way Deathstroke had put a bullet in it with no hesitation. She couldn't let him get hurt again. She wouldn't.
The dizziness was back and Cassie felt like she was seconds away from throwing up, but pushed it back. She pushed herself harder and faster, shooting through the air and throwing her lasso to wrap around the exhaust pipe of the truck. A scream tore its way through Cassie as she tugged and tugged hard, lifting the back of the truck up and dragging it backwards. Shots sounded out and Cassie tugged up harder, bullets ripping through the air and bouncing off her bracelets. Pain shot up her arms and spread throughout her body unlike she had felt before, the gas being pressed harder to try to get away from her. The exhaust pipe snapped and Cassie was sent flying back, a surprised yelp leaving her. "Oh no you don't!"Â
Cassie caught herself in the air and tried to push through the dizzy spell and pain tingling in her entire body. Then something seemed to just snap as she pushed through the air, her body faltering up high in the sky and suddenly dropping down. Cassie scrambled, trying to force her body back up airborne but nothing happened, the dread setting in.Â
A blood curdling scream escaped Cassie as she yelled out, "CONNER!" She was falling down towards the ground at a rapid speed and unable to stop it.
KON: He smirked, happy at the sight of his girlfriend's lips twitching into a small smile at his antics. He swiftly dealt with another guard, tossing him against a wall and pointedly ignoring the man's loud groan of pain. "Hey, if you didn't want to deal with us you probably shouldn't be doing... whatever it is you're doing here," he said before turning to Tim, "What are they doing here again?"Â
His head whipped toward Cassie, his eyes following as she punched her way through the metal doors and off toward Bart. "Goddammit," He sighed, turning to Tim, "Does she seem a little off to you? Her heartbeat is going crazy."Â
He sighed, pulling Tim behind him as a barrage of bullets came through the open door, a large truck screeching to a halt as "What are we supposed to do n-" His words were cut off when he heard, once again, Cassie's heartbeat falter and then, no more than a second later, the terror-laced scream of his name. He glanced at Tim, eyes wide but before the man could say anything he was flying up through the roof once more, dropping Tim onto a different building before he pushed himself toward the sound of the scream.Â
His heart raced and he swooped down, his heels digging gouges into the street as he skidded right under Cassie, his arms ready to catch her before he was shooting back into the sky with a relieved laugh, his arms pulling her closer to his chest. "What the hell was that, Cass? Are you okay?"
TIM + BART: This was... Too familiar. Too nostalgic. The staff in his hands seemed to transport him back to a time when he was just a teen, a teen in green tights, a little too obsessed with ninjas, given the gruff command to take care of his own team as his predecessors before had done. A near mirror image of the League, the ones stuck to their sides or in their shadows. The wind in his hair as he whirled around, added more to the momentary illusion, and he forgot for a fleeting moment that the four of them had ever been apart. It was clockwork, just as easy as muscle memory...
That was, until things went wrong.Â
Just their luck, the world gave them a sign that they should've kept to themselves, it seemed. Tim barely had the chance to answer Kon's questions before the scream nearly blew out the speaker in his ear. White eyes went wide with shock, a whispered "Cass-" making it's way out of his throat. It didn't take much more than a shared look of fear to know that his teammate had heard it too, possibly a million times louder than either of them wanted to hear. He was trying to think of a plan, to send Kon off so he could fend off the rest of the hoard himself, to call back Bart and get at least someone on his 6, but his brain doesn't run on super speed, the ground flying away from him faster than he could start to talk again.
"What the hell-?!" Another sentence, reflexive and reactive, and again barely spoken before he was dropped out of the air again. Damn it all. Tim rolled to a kneel again, looking up to see a blurred streak racing off into the horizon, his plans fizzling out like a match in a puddle. They had this, they had this under control and ready to get done. What the hell was going on that he didn't plan for?? He wanted to make a retort, tell the other that he was fine, that he should've just left him there to duke it out, but... He worried. Lips pulled into a tight frown, masked eyes watching the blur fade away, he waited... Listened... Watched. It's what he was good at, right?
Bart skidded to a full stop just behind the capture zone, though his gold, sparking eyes darted from the sky to the road. "Grife, they're gone," He sighed, a gloved hand flicking through the windblown nest of hair, letting it fall into his face. He wasn't about to get another hospital trip out of them coming together again as a team, no sir. Besides, he had the plates, make and model, and gaudy off-white color scheme committed to memory, it wasn't like it was going to be hard to find with a now broken exhaust.Â
It was a moment of silence from the both of them, just staring at what they could only assume was the super-couple above them. All was quiet until Tim decided it was time to speak up again: "Status report."
CASSIE: There was a certain sense of helplessness as Cassie fell down, down, down. The wind caused her hair to whip past her face, not because of her pushing her body through the sky but from her descent down towards the ground. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears stung at them, so many faces flashing in her mind as the air rushed past her body.
Conner, Bart, Tim. Her team she had let down in a course of action she hadn't even seen coming. Donna and Diana, two Amazons and her sisters she had felt so disconnected from for far too long. She didn't feel a part of the Amazons and entirely too much like a boat floating far out to see. There was Kara and Jon, the two other Kryptonians that had wormed their way into her heart. The anger she had quietly held for Kara despite being able to relate far too deeply. There was a regret in the fact she had been angry with her in a place that had only come from wanting to protect Conner. Her mom. Her mom, who had only wanted to take care of her and was horrified when she decided to become a hero. Her mom who she hadn't talked to in so long and ached for her in this moment. Maybe she was right, Cassie didn't know what she was doing and hadn't in a very long time.
Suddenly, arms were around Cassie and she was shot back up into the air. She let out a startled gasp and her eyes opened, arms scrambling to wrap around Conner's neck tightly. She parted her lips to answer and wasn't even sure what to say. What did happen?Â
"...I don't know," Cassie whispered weakly, a tear escaping and rolling down her cheek. She wasn't one to fall apart like this, but she had been scared, terrified even. "I was...I've been feeling off lately. Dizzy and just like something wasn't right. I ignored it for awhile, was gonna go visit Dr. Mid-Nite...then I justâ" Failed them. She failed them and the mission. Their first mission back as a team and she had ruined it.Â
"I was flying after the truck and it was like someone tugged the power chord on my powers. I just...fell. I couldn't make myself fly no matter how hard I tried. If I had to guess I probably can't even make a dent in a door I punch. I'm...useless. I don't have any powers." The reality came crashing down on Cassie swift and fast. She didn't have any powers. She had had powers for so long now, was one of the heavy hitters on the team alongside Conner. What good was she without them?Â
Tim's voice crackled to life in the comms unit and Cassie's response was half heartedâmonotone at best. "I'm fine." She didn't feel it. Not in the slightest.
KON: She was safe, here in his arms with her heartbeat fluttering wildly and her voice breaking. He looked down at her and his teeth dug into his bottom lip as his fingers squeezed a little tighter only to ease up again in an instant. His flight wavering as his brows stitched together in concern.Â
There had never been a time that he could remember that he had been scared to hurt her, but now as he looked into her eyes and saw the vulnerability shining there he had to take a deep breath just to collect himself. He shifted her weight into one arm and brushed away the stray tear as best as he could, his lips pursing as they continued to flow. He landed them on the ground and glanced around, a small dry chuckle bubbling past his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. They were farther out than he had anticipated, somewhere upstate from the look of it. He had been so terrified, so panicked in the moment that he hadn't even realised how fast they were flying. His only thought had been getting her away as quickly as possible but now he felt guilty. Bart needed him, he had left Tim on a random roof, his need to protect her so strong that he hadn't given a second thought to abandoning the team, his best friends.Â
They could have been captured, they could have been hurt, they could have been killed.Â
He took a shuddering breath, his eyes squeezing shut as he reached blindly for Cassie's hand and cradled it in his own. He needed to focus on her right now. Bart and Tim were smart and capable and probably already tracking them.Â
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, hating how just a few weeks earlier she had asked him the same question. When did they start keeping secrets? Lying by commission? That wasn't them, was it?
"You are not-" he huffed, snatching the comm from his ear and pinching it between his fingers until he heard a satisfying crunch. "Look, we'll figure it out, Tim will- I don't know, do Tim things and we'll fix it, okay? Don't cry," he said pulling her into a hug, "I hate when you cry."
TIM + BART: No visual, they disappeared... That wasn't too odd in a normal sense, but this wasn't a normal mission. He knew they were out there at least, knew they were still alive. He wished that was all the assurance he needed. Cassie wasn't fine, and Kon wouldn't be fine unless she was. Something had gone terribly wrong here. Possibilities flooded his head, nearly blocking out the mental work he'd already put in that he'd take on solo to try finishing what the four of them had started. Maybe it was easier that way, anyways-
Nope. Fuck. Stop that, you promised you'd stop that. You're fine. Just breathe.
A deep grumble sounded at the back of his throat when he pulled up his screen again, typing quick commands to try and find the pair... And noticed he could only see one dot on his radar. Damn it. Damn it all. "Well, at least he won't get to whine about calling it off."
"Yeah, he can get pretty whiney, huh?" Without a second to spare, it seemed, the yellow-clad speedster had come up to flank the vigilante, his eyes slightly glowing from the sparks that threatened to take his vision for the moment. "I don't think he'll be doin' much of that now, though."
âWhat happened?" Tim asked, concern filtering through the gruff mask he attempted to put on his voice.
"She just..." Lost, confused, worried, the speedster looked back up at the sky. "She just kinda' fell."
The two shared a moment of silence, each one lost in their own thoughts. If Tim wasn't trying to figure it all out at once, he'd have to laugh at the fact that this was probably the longest time Bart had ever stayed quiet. Deep down, Bart knew it too, but he was stuck in place, rooted, grounded, frozen. All words he never wanted to be. But... What could either of them really do? No one had the full story, least of all Cassie, they were sure.
"... Head back home, Bart," Tim eventually sighed, closing down the holograph screen, turning his head at the familiar sound of an engine on the streets below. Hello, old faithful. "Get some rest. I'll send a report when I can." Walking, not running, Tim dropped off the edge of the roof and onto the waiting top of the Redbird, waiting until he was actually in the old car to lean back and... 'Relax'. To say he had a bad feeling would be rhetorical.
And Bart only watched, still at a loss for words. Did he really want to go 'home' tonight? It felt like he shouldn't, he should let the two of them be alone as much as they could. Maybe he should leave a note, send them a text, maybe he should go to the Garricks or his old place he shared with M-... No no, don't do that, Allen. With the feeling of tears threatening to take his eyes, the speedster set a sort of concentrated scowl on his face at the horizon line. Without another second to lose, he was gone in a flash, taking off to no destination in particular. There were no problems while he ran free, there wasn't anything he had to worry about if he just kept going.
He'd be back tomorrow anyways, always smiling, always happy.
CASSIE: Conner was trying, but all Cassie could feel was a never ending sense of dread and disappointment. She hated letting them down, had been afraid of it for so long even. Back when she was the leader of the team that was a constant fear. For as confident as she was, she truly had lost all faith and confidence in herself steadily over time. She saw Diana, even Donna, and didn't know where she fit into the picture. They were Amazons through and through, but she...she wasn't. She could pretend all she wanted, but she was just some girl who happened to be part god and was only ever gifted these powers by her deadbeat of a grandfather who just so happened to be Zeus.Â
Why didn't you tell me? The question was enough to make Cassie grimace and flinch the tiniest bit. She had told Scott, breaking down in a similar fashion in the man's new home on Genosha that something was wrong with her. She hadn't said anything to anyone else, almost afraid if she uttered any more about it that something would happen. Little did she know, she was doomed regardless.Â
"I didn't mean to...I was scared. I thought something was wrong and I was afraid if I talked about it then there would actually be something wrong with me. How am I supposed to explain that? I can't explain it other than I had a terrifying gut feeling that there was something absolutely fucking wrong with me." Cassie sighed weakly and scrubbed at her eyes tiredly, she felt completely drained. Whether it was from the loss of powers or just...emotionally being completely destroyed was up for debate. The lasso at her hip felt entirely too heavy and she wanted to rip it apart, throw it away with her bracelets and never look at either again.
"Yeah. We'll figure it out." Cassie parroted halfheartedly at best. She had a feeling that they wouldn't. That she would be...stuck like this and wouldn't be needed. By anyone. "Let's just...can you take us home, please?" She requested quietly, moving to wrap her arms around Conner's neck once more as his arms moved around her. The wind in her hair and the clouds in the sky were a far different experience when someone was carrying her rather than her flying through them herself. Her head fell to Conner's shoulder and she squeezed shut tightly. They'd figure it out. They had to. Right? Right. (She hoped so at least. She didn't know what she'd do if she was stuck like this forever. She could only hope and try not to let that diminish for now.)
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[Podcast 7: Clubs, Relationships, and Jason Todd]
[âSpoiler Alert Podcastâ theme song plays. There are three taps of the mic before Stephanie clears her throat.]
[Stephanie:] âGoooood afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Spoiler Alert Podcast, your weekly dose of tea and drama from Gotham High. I am your host, Stephanie Brown! Joining me today, we have-â
[Jason:] âMe! The one and only, Jason Todd. Wink.â
[Stephanie:] â...Did you really just say âwinkâ?â
[Dick:] âI cringed. I cringed so badly.â
[Jason:] âShut the fuck up.â
[Dick:] âMake m-â
[Stephanie:] âOKAY! Hahah, can we get on with it? Thank you. So yes, joining me is Jason Todd and Dick Grayson.â
[Jason:] âYo.â
[Dick:] âHey!â
[Stephanie:] âAnd today, actually, this episode will be centered around an ask we got from an anonymous, sent from our Tumblr inbox. Thanks Anon!â
[Jason:] âAnd this anon actually wanted me to appear much more frequently and even though I absolutely, 100% annoy your usual hosts-â
[Stephanie:] âYEP.â
[Dick:] [at the same time with Stephanie] âYouâre not wrong.â
[Jason:] â-Iâll try to be a more frequent guest.â
[Stephanie:] âHe winked by the way. Thereâs no camera, dumbass, they canât hear you.â
[Jason:] âAh. I see this is already a lost cause.â
[Dick:] âThanks, Jay. Really.â
[Stephanie:] âRiiight. So, Anonymous asked, âWhat clubs are the Wayne kids in? Timâs in Paranormal, Jasonâs in Drama, what else? What about Cassandra and Damian? And Babs?â Heh, I love how they didnât mention Dick.â
[Jason snickers.]
[Dick:] âItâs okay, Iâll cry about it later.â
[Stephanie:] âAlso, âWhoâs dating who in the zoo and what do they identify as?â We will cover moooooost of what the ask.. Erm, asks us about.â
[Dick:] âWe actually asked them the question Anonâs ask was talking about. So these papers-â [sound of papers wiggling] âHave most of our answers.â
[Stephanie:] âYep!â
[Jason:] âStarting off with Tim then? Since his name was the first to be mentioned? Timâs answer: âHey, Anon. Thanks for the question. Iâm the captain of the Decathlon team, we actually have a match coming up next week at Brentwood Academy, so please make sure to support us.â You know, if I would have known his answer would literally just be an entire half page of advertisement for his clubs, I would done the same.â
[Dick:] âNo one wants to hear you go off about your Drama club, Jason.â
[Jason:] âItâs in the notes! THE NOTES!â [sound of papers shuffling] âAnd the ask! Anon asked!! And I shall give!â
[Dick:] âYou LITERALLY go on and on and on and on-â
[Stephanie:] âAnd ooon and ooon and ooon-â
[Dick:] âAnd on about it for hours when you get the chance.â
[Jason:] âSpeak for yourself, bitch, you do the same thing when someone asks you about Babs.â
[Stephanie:] âYou know, Iâm really gonna have to put âbeepâs on future eps on top of every curse word you say, Jay.â
[Jason:] âOh, so right now wonât count?â
[Stephanie:] âWait no, THATâS NOT WHAT I MEANT!â
[Jason:] [Taking a deep breath] âFUC-â [His mic gets turned off.]
[Stephanie:] âCan we continue? Please?â
[Jason:] [Heard by Dickâs mic.] âI was kidding, it was a prank, please put my mic back on.â
[Stephanie:] âIf you try to do that again, Iâm kicking you out of this podcast forever.â
[Thereâs a click sound.]
[Jason:] [Clearer, back on his mic] âWhatever, fine.â
[Dick:] â...Are you both done yet?â
[Stephanie:] [Sighs.] âYes.â
[Dick:] âIâm gonna keep going. Timâs also part of Band during school hours, he plays clarinet. But during after school, heâs in Symphony Orchestra with Cassandra, who plays violin. Jason, isnât he also in the Robotics club with you?â
[Jason:] âYeah, weâve been working on a robot together for next monthâs tournament. Weâre certain Jay Jr. can win the trophy.â
[Stephanie:] âYou called your robot âJay Jrâ?â
[Jason:] âItâs better than TD-1020. He was going for more Star Wars.â
[Dick:] âTD-1020?â
[Jason:] âTD for Tim Drake and 1020 âcause thereâs 26 letters in the alphabet and he put my name as numbers.â
[Dick:] âOkay, but thatâs cool.â
[Jason:] âI like Jay Jr better. But Iâm also in the Debate team. I like to yell and tell people that theyâre wrong.â
[Stephanie:] âAh yes, you do that really well.â
[Jason:] âRight? Whoâs next?â
[Stephanie:] âDamian. Heâs in a lot of clubs, actually, but sometimes he hangs out in some clubs for the hell of it. Like Journalism. Dickâs in there too.â
[Dick:] âNot that the Anon cares, or anything.â
[Jason:] âDick, could you get any more salty?â
[Stephanie snickers.]
[Dick:] âNah, I canât. Thatâs your specialty.â
[Jason:] âYeah, but like, today itâs like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and stepped on a wet puddle with your sock.â
[Dick:] â...THEY CANCELLED MY DRAMA, OKAY?â [Despair.]
[Stephanie:] âAaand there it is.â
[Dick:] âWE WERE SO CLOSE. SO SO CLOSE. BENDITA WAS GONNA CHOOSE ROGELIO, I DONâT CARE WHAT YOU GUYS SAY-â
[Jason:] âOh my god, yeah, we know. We know, you tell us about it every time.â
[Stephanie:] âYou know, you never really say what drama it is.â
[Jason:] âSteph, please donât-â
[Dick:] âITâS FROM-â [his mic gets turned off, but he can till be heard to the side, picked up by Jasonâs mic.]
[Jason:] âThis is why we donât ask Dick why heâs not okay most of the time. Can we keep going? Please? Before I hit him with his own mic?â
[Stephanie:] âYeah. Damian. But the clubs heâs actually in is the Art Club, Astronomy, Sword Fighting, and sometimes he sneaks into Cooking Club, which Iâm actually part of.â
[Jason:] âThe best part is, he doesnât even go here. They accepted him into several clubs. I think he scares them.â
[Dickâs still being heard ranting about his drama in the background, but itâs not actually intelligible when Stephanie and Jason talk over him.]
[Stephanie:] âI thought he hacked his way into the system and put his name into the roster?â
[Jason:] âThat was at first, yeah. But you know, every time they tried to change the system and take him out, heâs always getting back in.â
[Stephanie:] âSo they gave in and gave the brat what he wanted, huh.â
[Jason:] âCareful, he might hear you.â
[Stephanie:] âGOOD. LET HIM. HE STOLE MY LUNCH.â
[Jason:] âWaffles, again?â
[Stephanie:] âAs if I eat anything else.â
[Jason:] âShould we add Dick back?â
[Dickâs just sobbing in the background now.]
[Stephanie:] âGive him a few seconds.â [She sounds farther from the mic.] âHere Dick, take a tissue.â
[Dick:] [Sounds farther too] âI just want them both to be happy.â
[Stephanie:] âI know, Dick.â
[Dick:] âAnd get married and give Bendita the best wedding.â
[Stephanie:] âI know, Dick. Pull yourself together, weâre on air right now.â
[Dick:] âOkay.â
[A click can be heard.]
[Stephanie:] âDickâs back.â
[Dick:] [sniffles] âHey.â
[Jason:] â...Are you good, dude?â
[Dick:] âYeah, yeah. Whereâd you guys leave off?â
[Stephanie:] âWe left off with Damian. We were gonna do Babs next.â
[Dick:] âRight, okay. So sheâs not in many clubs. Sheâs in the Writing club and the Programming club, but sheâs saying that next year they probably wonât have a Programming club next year. Thereâs not many people that join anymore.â
[Jason:] âWeâve got lovely listeners here. You donât have to be tech savvy to learn how to program, right?â
[Dick:] âNope. She helps people who donât really know what theyâre doing. Itâs for everyone to learn. And itâs not too late to join!â
[Stephanie:] âMoving on. Weâve got Cass. Ah! Sheâs in the orchestra as first chair violin!â [She sounds chirpy.] âAnd sheâs doing so well! Sheâs also in cross country, but I think itâs more fun to watch her in ballet when she performs. She looks so so pretty.â
[Some silence from the boys.]
[Jason:] âStephanie, are you dating Cass?â
[A beat of silence.]
[Stephanie:] âNonsense. Sheâs my best friend!â
[Dick:] âUhh, Stephanie? You hesitated.â
[Jason:] âHoly shit, youâre dating Cassandra.â
[Stephanie:] âIâm not dating anyone! You canât prove tha!â
[Jason:] âITâS ALL OVER YOUR FACE!â
[Stephanie:] âARENâT YOU DATING ROY?â
[Jason:] âYouâre dating Cassandra, holy shit.â
[Dick:] âI always knew something was up between you both. Even Babs had suspicions.â
[Stephanie:] âIâm not! What about Jay, he never denied heâs dating Roy!â
[Jason:] âOh Iâm not. I mean Iâm bi, yeah, but Royâs like a brother.â
[Dick:] âI thought you were hanging out with that guy from Liverpool?â
[Jason:] âJohn Constantine? Yeah, why? He can hold his booze pretty well, âcourse.â
[Stephanie:] âAnd?â
[Jason:] ââAndâ what?â
[Stephanie:] âThatâs it?â
[Jason:] âYes? Aaand that heâs fun to hang out with? What, you think Iâm just gonna drop my pants for any guy cute guy or girl who comes along?â
[Some silence.]
[Dick:] âBut youâre single right now right?â
[Jason:] âYeah?â
[Stephanie:] âYOU HEARD IT HERE FOLKS, COME GET YAâLL JAY JUICE.â
[Dick:] âYou do realize thatâll just attract the attention of that girl from his fanclub? The one that snuck in our basement twice already?â
[Jason:] âKATHY IF YOU HEAR THIS, CEASE AND DESIST OR I WILL BE FORCED TO GET A FUCKING RESTRAINING ORDER I SWEAR-â
[Stephanie:] âJason, jesus, calm down.â
[Dick:] âYeah, besides restraining orders donât seem to do anything to them. Remember that guy with Cass?â
[Stephanie:] âAh. Yes. Andrew?â [Tone sounds cold.]
[Dick:] âYeah, him.â [Sounds like heâs highly unamused]
[Jason:] âAh right. He snuck in once and Titus almost bit his di-â
[Stephanie:] âAnywaaayâŠâ
[Dick:] âRight, weâre getting sidetracked, again.â
[Jason:] âWhat about Tim? So what, is he with Cassie S. or Kon or what?â
[Stephanie:] âJeezus, please. Thatâs like an entire podcast in itself, thereâs so much going on with that. But right now heâs with Kon.â
[Jason:] âSo what about you, Dick? If Stephanieâs in no relationship, then thereâs on point in talking about her.â
[Stephanie:] âThanks, asshole.â
[Dick:] âUhh, Babs and I are good.â
[Stephanie:] âAwesome, that wraps it up for Dickâs relationship.
[Dick:] âWai-â
[Jason:] âDaaaamianâs not really interested in any of this right now, honestly. I mean, heâs made new friends with a girl in his middle school.â
[Dick:] âMaps, right?â
[Stephanie:] âCute kid. Weird name. I know she listens to the podcast. Hi Maps! Hey, when you get here next year, join Orchestra, I know you play violin. Cassandraâs a great teacher. Sheâs amazing and talented and-â
[Jason:] [Whispers into the mic.] âAnd she says sheâs not dating her.â
[Stephanie:] âWhatâd you say?â
[Jason:] âI said you smell like vinegar.âÂ
[Stephanie:] [A beat of silence] â...No I donât?â
[Dick:] âSidetracked again, please. Plus he has Jon, but Jonâs still in elementary. But he is gonna promote to middle school, heâs so grown up now.â
[Jason:] âPlease donât cry again, seriously.â
[Stephanie:] âOookay I think Iâm just about to end this podcast, we went over our limit for today and Jason, weâre late to Drama.â
[Jason:] âOh shit.â
[Stephanie:] âAnyways, this podcast is brought to you by the ASB, the Associated Student Body. Theeeey sell hot cocoas in the mornings because itâs cold and they care about us.â
[Dick:] âAnd if you ask, they put little marshmallows in there!â
[Jason:] âThat and theyâre gonna be selling Sadie Hawkins Dance tickets soon, so make sure to save up for that.â
[Stephanie:] âAlso, weâd be more than happy to have guests for our podcast, such as Jason, just go on ahead and drop us an ask or a message, or drop little notes in our lockers to request someone, and weâll oblige.â
[Dick:] âAfter all, weâre a student-made podcast, so weâll student-give.â
[Jason:] âNice. And to the anon that requested me-â [a kiss sound] âThatâs for you.â
[Stephanie:] âYeck.â
[Dick:] âThis has been Dick Grayson-â
[Jason:] âJason, the Glorious, Todd-â
[Stephanie:] â-AND Stephanie Brown. As always, love and sparkles.â
[End of Episode 7.]
#spoiler alert podcast#sap#batfam#batfamily#stephanie brown#jason todd#dick grayson#season 1#anon ask#aSKD CLSFD THIS IS LATE AAHHHHH#I FORGOT TO POST IT -ModGroot
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Reset!Rant (part 5)
Gemini Ascendant
Chapter: 1
Max: "Are they always like this?" Helen nodded and turned the page of her bodice-buster romance novel. "This is the status quo for them. Bart gets bored. Bart annoys Thad. Thad overreacts. Chaos, followed by a scuffle in the back yard. Boys come in dirty and exhausted. Repeat."
She forgot to mention the part about Thad abusing Bart and being the one who insults him. And getting murderous thoughts and viciously beating Bart up is something a little more inexcusable than just overreacting, as Helen puts it.
Thad stared at his costume that he still held in his hands. "I don't think this is going to fit, either." At least Bart was good for making the embarrassing mistakes first, so he didn't have to.
Sums up pretty well all that Thad sees in him. Because despite proving his worth and helping out numerous times in this story, Thad still refuses to acknowledge how essential Bart was to the mission and how helpful he can be.
Thad was not letting go of the subject. "You used to just cook out of box or can, too," He accused Bart. "Well yeah, but I leveled up." He stuck his tongue out at his brother. Thad's arm shot out and he grabbed Bart's tongue, eliciting a yelp of surprise.
This is another one of those scenes that is creepy and makes me feel very uncomfortable. This is a physical threat and it's aking towards physical abuse. Bart is playfully teasing him, and Thad sees that as such a big threat to his position of power that he feels the need to physically intimidate him and maybe even elicit pain. His actions aren't justified. They're not okay.
Thad complied and Max sighed. "Can't you two keep your hands to yourself for one day?"
Can't any of you see that Thad is always the one who starts fights and gets physical first? If you want to stop their fights, then maybe start by punishing the one who starts them.
Chapter: 2
"It's your own fault that they don't like you." Thad ducked a flying shirt and smirked at Bart's angry glower. "You let your nature get the better of you." Without lowering his chin, he sneered down at his twin. "You always do."
Weird, I could've sworn that you were the one who wasn't able to control his angry outbursts one chapter ago and tried to hurt Bart because he was teasing you. You're the one who resorts to abusing Bart because you can't control your anger, so get off his back for being impulsive. He's better at not letting his impulses control himself than you are, you're just too deluded to understand that. Impulsive anger is still impulsive.
Helen leaned against the counter and looked Thad in the eye. "He's a little excited right now, and we all know what happens when he's wound up like that. None of his friends can keep up with him if he gets too enthusiastic." Thad knelt down to rub Dox between his ears. "Fine, I'll babysit him."
Yeah, great idea Helen, give the person who's ripping on Bart and abusing him even more power over him, what could possibly go wrong? Isn't Bart the one who constantly had to stop Thad from doing stupid, reckless stuff because he was mad?
Max: "Do you see what I'm aiming for? Helen has done wonders in turning a potential Cain and Abel into Castor and Pollux. Now, we have to make sure that it sticks.
Sure, except for that Pollux actually loved his brother and gave up his immortality so that he could be with Castor, and that he wasn't an abusive jerk. Thad is the opposite of Pollux. He would never sacrifice something for Bart, he would let him die if it wasn't for Max. He's callous and toxic to Bart. Helen didn't make Thad less hostile towards Bart, if anything she encouraged his vile behavior. She doesn't deserve credit for this. Making sure that it sticks means that you are keeping up an abusive relationship. Max should work with Thad on his behavior if he really cared about Bart and their whole team dynamic.
Chapter: 3
Anita: "I remember us joking around that you couldn't be normal if you tried."
"Hey! I can too!" Bart glared at Thad, who was snickering at his expense. "Like you're any better." "I am", Thad replied with a grin. " I can fake being normal just as easily as I can fake being you. How else do you think I get through the day?" Bart ticked off the items on his fingers. "Picking on me, chatting with your internet girlfriend, playing with Dox..."
Thad really has a problem with self reflection in this. Then there's the immediately trying to embarrass Bart for his short comings, and saying that he's so much better than Bart. He's condescending as ever.
And not being able to fake being normal a.k.a. neurotypical is funny because..?
Thad braced against the wall and raised a golden eyebrow. "It doesn't look so much like he's joining it, as it seems more like he's owning it."
Kon's sudden frown and the telekinetic ejection of Bart was just the payoff he was looking for.
Because when Thad is in company of Bart's friends and therefore can't hurt Bart, he will try everything in his power to get them to hurt or humiliate Bart for him.
Bart: I don't get these guys. They don't act like zombies are supposed to. They're tearin' stuff up, yeah, but the're not biting people or eating brains." Thad leaned over Greta's sketchbook with his hands folded behind his back. "Then maybe they're not zombies, moron."
While casually calling him a moron (for the fifth time, by the way) Bart's friends are standing right next to him. They say nothing in response to Thad being an absolute dick to him.
Thad decided that he had enough of Greta play fashion designer and je hovered over Bart's shoulder to supervise the monitor. "Use the traffic cameras, idiot. You can follow the pseudo-zombies and extrapolate their path. Then you can tell your team where to head them up."
"I am using the traffic cameras!" Bart snapped back.
"You're not doing a very good job of it."
"Yeah? I don't see you doing this job!" Bart challenged.
Thad sneered down at him and countered, "I'm not part of your little team, and I wasn't asked to sit here."
This is the very definition of senseless criticizing and abuse that's disguised as advice. He's chewing Bart out for supposedly not doing a good job, but offers no help whatsoever. He's criticizing just because he can. He reigns Bart in for mistakes that don't even exist. Despite saying "You suck at this" He gives him no advice how to do it better. Imagine having to live with someone like that. Imagine having to listen to someone ripping on you for everything you did, even when there was nothing that you did wrong. There will always be something the abuser will be upset about, whether that thing exists or is just made up in order to be a reason to judge and criticizise the victim. Everything the victim does is somehow false.
As always, there's the put down directed at Bart's intelligence.
"He did," Thad grumbled. "I wish I could say that I had no obligation to save him, but I made a promise to Max that I would look after my idiot brother."
This confirms that Thad really would let Bart die and/or suffer right in front of him if Max wouldn't have told him to do otherwise. Also another put down.
Greta: "You're not moving very fast for a speedster saving his brother." Thad shrugged and kept his eyes on the monitot. "I'll let him dangle a bit just so he appreaciates my timely intervention more. Bart's a little dense." The last word came out with a derisive grimace.
He's risking Bart getting hurt or killed in a fight just so that Bart will learn to appreactiate his time more. Thad is the one who needs to learn to not take Bart's support for granted. He's the extremely demanding one who wants more than he deserves. In his eyes, Bart is a worthless idiot who needs to show more respect to him. And don't forget the insult. Thad wants everyone to understand how shitty Bart is because he has ADHD.
Conclusion
From the very start of their relationship Thad is a manipulative abuser who uses every opportunity he gets to ridicule and belittle Bart and continually wears his self esteem down. The lack of punishment Thad receives from his parental figuers for his damaging behavior not only turn Helen, Wally, Max and Jay into neglectful and borderline abusive guardians, but also lead to his toxic demeanor intensifying. The lack of indignance the characters show when faced with Thad very obviously and aggressively abusing Bart right in front of them makes it seem like abuse is something normal and acceptable, and not something that is contemptible and needs to have consequences. Moreover, the fanfiction is ableist in that it paints insults that are directly meant to degrade ND people for being mentally disabled (such as r*tard and shortbus) as harmless and appropriate swear words for that group of people. It is infuriating that so many people praise it as 'the best fanfic about Bart and Thad out there with the most accurate characterisations of them' when the mental torture he inflicts on Bart is objectively so plain obvious. I think I know why the readers of this work failed to recognize the maltreatment. Sibling abuse isn't as known as parental abuse is, and even more people deny that it exists. Many people excuse abusive behaviors in sibling relationships because they're under the false assumption that siblings can't be abusive. They're even harder to convince that it is abuse when the siblings are twins and don't have a significant difference in age and physical appearance. Abuse always includes a power imbalance, and you can definetly see that in Bart's and Thad's relationship. It starts in that Thad is chronologically and mentally way older than Bart. He is also more knowledgable and well versed in combat situations and fighting. Through the use of intimidation, put downs and threats Thad enhances that already existing imbalance and makes it easier for himself to abuse Bart.
This version of Thad is one of the most evil, reprehensible and crude monsters I had the misfortune of meeting in fiction. Living with someone like him is a nightmare and through the entire work I felt bad for Bart. Despite what this work is trying to make you belive, abuse is never justified, no matter who is the victim and who is the perpetrator.
#tw abuse#sibling abuse#tw manipulation#thad thawne#bart allen#helen claiborne#max crandal#wally west#rant#reset!rant#fanfiction#impulse#inertia
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Can i ask for a fic about the tabloids or paparazzi reacting or finding out that the infamous jason todd is engaged to rachel roth aka raven? đ
Hello,
Sorry this took so long to get to but I hope you enjoy! And to every other anon and follower whoâs left requests in my inbox, slow as I can be, I am working to get to them. Promise. =)
AmericanRoyaltyâŠ
Hereâs the real story about Jason and Raven:
Heâd been fourteen, heâd been in the clutches of Joker fornine fucking months, and tortured. His family hadnât had a lead to follow, andthey couldnât find him (it had taken him years to accept that they hadnâtabandoned him, they couldnât find him, and there was a difference. And it hadtaken a bit longer for him to truly feel loved by them because before; asidefrom B and Al, theyâd taken great pains to make him feel unwanted). Anyways, heâdbeen fifteen when Raven found him.
The demon daughter of John Constantine had been running fromone of her brothers and unwittingly tripped over him in her attempt to escape Hell.Apparently to escape Hell she had used her empathy, latching onto powerfulemotions; his, and dragged herself from Hell to his plane of existence again,and saw Joker torturing him. The fourteen year old hadnât even hesitated as shetore the Jokerâs heart out, and stood there bloody, covered in grime, and soot,and from the depths of Hell stood on trembling legs before him. Sheâdcollapsed, but her arrival in this plane had lead to Constantine coming and himbeing found and rescued.
Jason had never been so fucking thankful for anything in hislife.
Months of rehab, and surgeries, and shrinks poking and proddinghim had patched him up. It hadnât removed the scars, or the hideous J brandedinto his cheek, but hell, the entire world knew Jason Todd had been taken by theJoker. They didnât know Jason had been taken because he had been Robin, andthey didnât know his pain of being replaced in his family, or how he wasnâtwanted.
But he was American Royalty, and B had firmly kept him inthe family.
Jason had bonded with Raven though in their time in the JLhospital. He thought her to be quirky, off beat, a bit odd, maddeninglyapathetic; and exceedingly competitive as they did rehab together, and for along time the only friend he had.
In the time heâd been kidnapped B had somehow ended up with Timand Cass, Damian had come a year after Jason had been found, and then there wasDuke, and Jason⊠Jason was Dickâs failed brother, and Bâs dangerous child, hewasnât needed or wanted. The Cave filled up with others, and Jason wasnâtwanted.
Ravenâs own home life had taken a turn for the worse. Heradoptive father, John Constantine had taken in Zatanna Zatara, with Zed andChasâ support of course. And Zatanna had turned into Ravenâs nightmare whichhad driven his friend in on herself, and they had bonded over having shitty âoldersiblingsâ even more.
But that was years, YEARS, ago when theyâd been children.
Jason was now working at Gotham General, he had a medicaldegree, and was a trained trauma surgeon and had been a combatmedic for the JL teams he was on. He was best friends with Roy Harper (do notask how the fuck that had happened, because he didnât know), and Raven stillwas his girl. She was his person, his rock, his lover, friend, confidant, and fiancĂ©e;had been his fiancĂ©e for about a year now.
Dick was divorcing Barbara Gordon, they were arguing aboutfidelity and alimony and that was a nightmare. Tim was set to marry Kon-El, a.k.a.Conner Kent, this spring. Cass was not dating, but she was trying to set up herbest friend Stephanie Brown. Duke was dating Claire Clover, again donât askbecause B was about to have a hernia at that relationship. Damian had come out asasexual, and the brat was barely eighteen.
No matter, Jasonâs engagement to Raven was old new by hisfamilyâs standards. Very old news.
So as he walked out of the hospital he worked at, with Ravenin hand; because she had been kind enough to stop writing for a bit and be with him for a spell. It was great, and despite their âlong distance relationshipâ they were as close as they had been since he had met her ten years ago, he savored his fiancĂ©eâscloseness.
âAnd then he got all purple in the face and stated that wasnâthow this worked and demanded that I show up for the television interview,â sherecounted with her British accent; something sheâd picked up a long time ago from Constantine, as they walked.
âHeâs a moron,â Jason chuckled.
âHe also said that he didnât care if you were AmericanRoyalty, he was demanding the story, even if he had to come bother you at work.Then I said that was foolish and he called me an ignorant cunt for not givinghim the lead!â Raven stated in outrage.
âLove, itâs old news,â he pointed out as he sipped hiscoffee.
âI thought it was when I told him to go to hell. I donât seewhy they all acted surprised about the ring or our engagement,â she rolled hereyes as she lifted her hand to stare at the ring he had gotten her, and she hadbeen wearing for a year. âPaparazzi are blind morons,â she decided.
âObviously if theyâre just noticing it now, and itâs notlike youâre a Duchess or Queen of England or something, I donât see why this isTHAT big of a deal. So, weâre engaged, big whoop, wedding is a long ways off,âhe shrugged.
âThe engagement is our down payment for the wedding,â shechuckled.
âExactly, itâs also just making sure you donât get taken bysome other idiot.â
âOh please, as Zee points out none would brave a demon as foolheartedlyas you,â she chuckled. He was very happy that her relationship with her olderadopted sister was on good enough terms for her to refer to Zatanna as Zee, hefelt it was a good sign for her.
âI donât know, Iâd have serious competition if GarfieldLogan grew up and decided you were his girl.â
âEw.â
âAdmit it little bird, you like him,â he tormented.
âHeâs green, Iâm grey, weâd clash Jason,â she dismissed.
âSo if you were to leave me, who would it be for?â he askedin amusement. It wasnât like Raven was going to go anywhere.
âObviously Iâd go for Garth.â
âWhat!?â
âIâm marrying a King, I could stand for nothing less thananother royal,â she stated.
He roared with laughter as he yanked her around and kissedher hard.
There was a click of a camera before that picture was plasteredeverywhere in America and across the world.
âGotham Prince Found His Princess.â
Jason revised it to state what it really was. Jason hadfound his Queen and he wasnât letting her go.
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I said I was kind of going on a hiatus. Too many things in my brain pan, but I connected with such a wonderful person, @careamorran, and had to write a thing based on a spectacular piece of art :D The post is here, and I really just wanted a little fun and maybe a little angst ;)
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The blast of sunlight in his eyes is the conscious train rolling down the track. You know, right at his face.
After his syrupy thoughts evaluated the stabbing to his eyes as something non-lethal, the need to throw something sharp and vaguely bat-shaped at the defenseless windows fades enough that he can squint at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
Dammit.
He and Jay have plans for the day. Partially because itâs been two years today, and since Jason Todd is actually a sentimental cinnamon roll underneath the intense murder you vibe, Tim had managed to wrangle his reluctant significant other into finally getting the new ident set-up. Itâs been a long time coming, and theyâve been arguing on and off about seeing to the details for weeks.
(âThings like a driverâs license, Jay.â)
(A careless shrug with a mouth full of meatball sub, âI drive, Timmers. I drive all the time.â)
(âLegally. The key here is legally.â)
His boyfriend had finally caved for their anniversary, and Tim would be damned if they missed the opportunity because of a long night in Gothamâs seedy underworld.
(Black Mask? Totally an ass hat, and no, he gives no shits about ruining the guyâs night. Seriously, fuck him. Mask literally hit on the Red Hood, right in front of him.)
With a soft groan of the newly conscious, Tim sits up, still wavery, and in desperate need of caffeine.
Desperate. Need.
The yawn is jaw-cracking, and heâs already reaching over for the lump of still-snoozing, just a tuft of dark hair peeking out from under their fluffy comforter in Jayâs room at the Manor.
If he grins a little, thinking someone as bad ass as the Red Hood is incredibly cute, well, no one else would ever have to know.
âJay,â his voice still husky is bordering on fond, âwe should get up, itâs late.â
Heâs expected the inevitable, âwhereâs mâ good morning kiss, Timmy?â and to be pulled back down because Jay is really just as bad as Dick when it comes to pre-consciousness cuddling.
The hand moving fast to grab his wrist, to stop him from making contact isnât necessarily unexpected because of reasons like ingrained instincts and Robin training. The occasional accidental injuries arenât anything new. At times, it might be things like terrible nightmares or remnants of the Lazarus Pit. On the flip side, it might be residual panic because instead of Kon or Bart or Steph or Bruce, itâs Jason spitting out a mouth full of blood and gripping his harness with wide eyes and stuttering heart.
âHey, calm down, itâs just--â
And whatever heâd been about to say in the usual soothing way dies in his throat when Jay turns, still in the t-shirt heâd thrown in before theyâd fallen into bed last night, and--
Timâs eyes go wide in shock and surprise.
Who the fuck is in bed with me!?
The set of jawline and ensuing frown is so painfully familiar--
From that time when Tim was a kid with a camera and Robin dove in out of the night to save him from a thug.
A Robin in his prime.
A Robin thatâs fifteen instead of twenty-five.
Holy shit, Batman.
âOhâŠâ is about all his half-wired brain can muster.
Those eyes, the same ones from the painting in the main hall that used to be one of his safe places, the eyes without the green flecks, take stock, roving over Timâs sleep-mussed hair, his face, his bare throat and chest, his too-big boxers.
And something seems to click.
âWHAAT THE FUUUCK?!!â
Is about as horrified as you can imagine.
The ensuing fight is really anticlimactic. Jason has aged-down equivalently, so while he can still duck, dodge, and fight better than any average person, he doesnât have memories further than now meanwhile Tim hasnât lost an ounce of his edge.
âYou need to calm it down, Robin,â he tries while blocking a punch that is decidedly lower than what heâs used to. Yeah, throwing out that little bombshell is really a 50/50, but nothing else he can possibly say would help either:
*Iâm your boyfriend, and you will be seriously pissed at yourself if you hurt me.
*I was the Robin after you, promise. Â I only got pants because those green panties were a hard âno.â
*You havenât tried killing me in a whole year. Can we stop trying to break the record?
As it turns out, maybe he should have because those eyes go wide and the fight takes on a more desperate turn.
Well, fuck.
He catches the knee before it takes out his jaw, his suddenly longer reach catching the much smaller fist in the palm of his hand. âThatâs enough, Jay. Youâre going to--â get yourself hurt.
But the younger is panting and red-face, gritting his teeth with narrowed eyes, and an obvious plan in the works when he realizes heâs not going to beat Tim.
âWho,â and the tone isnât as low and growling as the Red Hood, but it still jars Tim right in all the places where heâs still mesmerized by the second Robin, âthe fuck are you and how didja find out?â
âYou wouldnât believe me if I told you, so Iâm going to let Bruce and Dick fill you in,â he replies, easing back slowly.
The teenagerâs eyes narrow in suspicion.
âHow about this then: you hide books all over the Manor. Alfred found A Separate Peace, The Outsiders, 1984, To Kill a Mockingbird, and The Once and Future King just to name a few.â He leaves the ones heâs found off the list just because the memories of his post-Robin life are apparently gone, and Tim is in no hurry to fill him in on the horrific events starting with the trip to Ethiopia.
Jasonâs mouth falls open in a little âoâ of shock.
âOne more just so you feel better about this: the first time B got hurt, seriously hurt, defending you, you called Dick at Titanâs Tower in New York.â His hands up in that not dangerous pose, he eases just slightly closer, tilting his head to actually look down. âIt was that time with Killer Croc and you were freaked out.â
âHow--â the teenager struggles, blinking at him with those blue, blue eyes, all of it without the Pitâs influence riding him.
With that realization, a horrible kind of plan hits Tim right in the brain pan.
âI know youâre Robin, so thereâs some evidence, Mister Junior Detective.â
Jay gives him a huffing sneer, âreal wise ass, ainât cha?â
âLearned from the best,â he deadpans with a sad half-smile and fond eyes, âSo, I vote we go downstairs, find Alfred so I can have some coffee, and then Bruce so he can have a holy shit moment of his own.â
Still staring at him, still calculating the risks and possible nefarious plots afoot, Jason only follows because heâs planning the best way to take this guy heâd woken up with down (and maybe staring down at his ass) while they went down the grand staircase.
Luckily, as it happens to go in Wayne Manor, at least someone has the patience to deal with things like utter fuckery.
That person will always be Alfred Pennyworth.
âGood morning Master--â
If Tim wasnât as light and fast on his feet, there would be a whole lot of smashed ceramic all over the floor.
âMy-my word, Master...Master Jason?â
âMorninâ Alf,â the teenager waves a little, grinning sheepishly. âFound Slick here runninâ the halls, soâs I thought maybe ya know who he is.â
(Slick? Tim arches a brow at that because really)
Alfred blatantly looks over, immediately getting back his usual calm, cool, and collected. âI do hope the scuffle I heard upstairs did not result in any bloodshed on the Turkish carpets, Master Tim.â
âIâm hurt at your complete lack of faith in my kick-ass skills, Alfred,â he waves a hand on his way to the sideboard where wonderful things (like coffee, please, please, please give him coffee to be able to deal with this and what he should very much not tell Jason) waited. He pauses to get his thoughts together, makes a mental Venn Diagram of the potential backlash of both scenarios, and adds cream with a little sugar so he doesnât down the first mug liked boiling lava.
âIâm Tim Drake. Nice to meet you, by the way. Itâs much nicer when weâre not trying to kill each other,â and yeah, thatâs Alfred clearing his throat just a little. âIâm also a vigilante, so of course Iâve heard of Robin,â luckily, the way to trip up Jasonâs radar is to tell the lie with just enough truth mixed in, âand I do work with Batman sometimes on out-of-town cases. I also do data collection and reconnaissance for the Titans, who Iâm sure youâve at least met at this juncture.â First few desperate sips accomplished, he moves to take a spot at the table and wait until Jason warily joins him, scrappy and scrawny, eyes that take in everything.
And he moves lighter on his feet, without a hell of a lot of burdens and probably a mass of missing scars from things like crowbars and insane psychopaths that deal in megalomaniacal delusions of grandeur. Itâs a Jason Timâs only known with a mask, and itâs a rough moment to stop himself from reaching out across the table to grip those twitchy fingers, but all he can do is swallow his heart back down in the vicinity of his chest, glance at Alfred with a little Batanese using just his eyebrows.
Without giving the his younger boyfriend an opportunity to ask, he cuts in with, âoccasionally, B lets me stay over when a case gets...rough. It was last night anyway. Iâm sorry I surprised you, but Iâd been awake for about seventy-odd hours by then, so I was pretty compromised.â
Pretty much all true.
During the distraction, Alfred turns to busy himself at the sideboard. A glow in Timâs peripheral is probably the butler texting the fam. B, Come downstairs immediately; Damian, please do not yet come downstairs. I shall bring breakfast up straight away. Dick, your presence would be appreciated at the Manor. It seems we have a situation. To make it a little more obvious heâs being serious, Alfred completely takes advantage of a displaced Jason, too busy staring Tim down from across the table, to snap a discreet picture to follow-up all those texts.
A fresh glass of juice and a side cup of coffee makes some of the tension ease from Jayâs shoulders, âsounds pretty stupid, you feel me? First rule of being a cape: take care aâ yerself. What we got against these crazy assholes? At the end of the day, itâs yer fists and yer brains, so ya gotta make sure ya got enough in ya ta take the beating.â
And itâs a fifteen-year-old Jason pointing a finger at him around his juice and all mock-serious, which it totally why he starts laughing without snorting coffee up his nose. Points for him.
âYou are terrible at mocking B in lecture-mode. Terrible,â he shakes his head a little once heâs sure he isnât going to choke, âmore practice, okay? Youâll totally get there, but donât think youâre ever beating out Dick. He is the official runner-up in the Best Dad Lecture category.â
A heartbeat and Jason starts to crack a grin, laughing out loud in that younger voice, the blue of his eyes without the Pit lingering, without the grim realizations of the day heâs going to die (again). Heâs so heartbreakingly innocent of it all (and Tim just wonders how Bruce is going to take this because things like tears and BatDad are going to go down soon--he can feel it).
So by the time Alfred emerges from the kitchen with warm eggs and fluffy waffles, the tension has eased down between the former Robins by the way they throw stories back and forth.
âYer kiddinâ me,â Jason deadpans back.
âAll true, I swear. Freeze and Ivy watched him bust his bat ass--â
âYâknow, there was one time he fell through a crappy roof right inta a ladiesâ shower, right?â
âIâm sorry what now?â
âThat ainât what she was thinking, Timmy. Just takinâ a shower and boom, thereâs the Bat admiring the decor anâ shit.â
The mental image is enough to get him started all over again, laughing while huddled over his precious, beautiful coffee and lost staring at the fucking beautiful sight of his younger, unburdened significant other. Even better, more evidence in favor of the formulating plan clicks into place with Jasonâs easy laugh and wild gestures. But it all comes down to basic facts: fifteen or twenty-five, this is the crazy idiot he loves. And if this is a golden opportunity to give the guy a second chance, one without the Joker and ticking bombs, without being buried alive, and thrown in the Lazarus Pit, it might well be worth the effort.
#based on fanart#love this panel#thank-you for letting me write something!#tim drake#jason todd#de-aged Jason!#someday I'll write more about Jason patrolling as Robin#you know B has BatDad feels#my fic#my writing
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Twisted soulmates
BIG Thank you to @iphoenixrising who let me babble on chat about this idea, and to @the-sky-is-a-lie who is an awesome sweetheart and read and edited this for me (THANK YOU!)
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Tim has three names on one wrist. His soulmates. Tim has one name on the other wrist. His nemesis.
...or are they?
Tim gets his first mark the night the Graysons fell, âRichard John Graysonâ forever tattooed on him, the otherwise unblemished white skin of his left wrist almost shining in contrast to the new addition.
Young, he might be, but not stupid; never stupid. Neither of his parents would approve of a circus artist, perfect as he may be in Timâs wide opened eyes, so he had to be smart about this. His mind hasnât stopped whirling since the little touch that burned Dickâs name on him and vice versa, all kind of plans on how to broach the subject with the adults, how to make Dick like him beyond the promised love of a soulmate, every possibility dancing through his eyes, while his parents look for their seats at the stands none the wiser.
He's planning on asking his mom to stay after the show, so he might properly introduce himself to this marvelous trapezist, maybe proclaim an interest in the training - anything that could improve his overall abilities was a good thing in Janetâs eyes, and having her on board would be enough to force his father to accept. Heâs excited at the prospect, and a part of him thinks Dick, up the trapeze getting ready for his act, feels the same. That he could feel, through the bond that snapped in place when the other kid first touched him, an echo of his own happiness, a joy at finding, so soon in life, something as beautiful as this.Â
Heâs going to stay after the show. Heâll talk to Dick, introduce himself properly, be as mature as possible- Dick wouldnât want a dumb kid as his soulmate. Maybe even make friends with this wonderful boy that can fly and is destined to love him.
(Love him, him, him. He canât wrap his head around this strange concept of being on the receiving end of something strong and wonderful. He might cry.)
Then the tragedy occurs, and Tim's too traumatized to think about doing anything about it. He can't pester a grieving boy with this. They are kids after all, and itâs not like their bond is going anywhere.Â
(I donât want to wait, please donât forget about me, please love me.)
---.---
Dick has just been adopted, his entire worldview had changed, adding a soulmate to care about would be just too mean of him. Tim can take care of himself, even when sometimes, after his parents left for yet another trip, he yearns for someone to hold his hand after a nightmare. To brush his hair back and hug him.
But thatâs just the child in him. He doesnât need it to live, itâs just a silly comfort thing to wish for, like the baby blanket his mother had made the servants take away once Tim turned four. So he keeps quiet. He waits.Â
Dickâs name is on his left wrist, after all. He is his soulmate.
----.----
He gets his second mark years later, when the Batcaveâs security is breached and some strange men attack Bruce. The giant penny is too tall, but he still get a good look at the man below it, and something in his gut twists. It all makes sense a few minutes later, when Bruce is fighting someone else and the man in green robes pushes Tim aside, holding him hostage to get the Batmanâs cooperation.Â
The skin on his wrist, the one that doesn't have Dick's promised love tattooed on it, burns. He doesnât dare look down, aware of how taking your eyes from the predator in the room could mean instant death. He doesnât need to, anyway; he already knows.
Timâs pretty sure this is his nemesis, because no way he'd be destined to hate Dick and love this criminal, and they are on opposite wrists. So⊠getting away is the first step on his âdo not interact with this terrorist until Iâm significantly better at defending myselfâ plan. Easy peasy.
He catches the side glance the man shoots him, because of course he also felt the burn, and thereâs curiosity there. Something akin to amusement, which, Tim can get behind, heâs also seeing the irony of this, the utterly ridiculousness of him being important enough in the grand scheme of things to warrant being tattooed on this manâs skin.
Thereâs also possessiveness there, which isnât fun at all. Stranger danger, his mind screams at him.
His nemesis shouldnât be possessive of him, unless he has a really fucked up view of his enemies, in a âtheir death is mine, and mine onlyâ way. Because this is his nemesis, there's no doubt in his mind of that.Â
Dick is on his other wrist, after all, and he is his soulmate.
----.----
Bruce goes mental when he finds out later, and almost blows a gasket. Raâs, as Tim later finds out his nemesis is called, is suddenly one upping the Joker on Batmanâs high priority enemies list, which means only a glimpse of him anywhere near the city borders would warrant a call to Superman, Bruceâs ultimate last resort. Thatâs how big this is.
Young Justice has split feelings on the matter. Cissie and Cassie, ever the bloodthirsty ones in Timâs humble opinion, suggest tracking the man down before he can get to their leader, and taking him out of the game. Probably permanently. Kon seems torn, half with the girls, half with Bart, who finds the whole thing amusing and exciting. Raâs Al Ghul, one of the most dangerous enemies the Justice League ever faced, and little old Robin is his fated enemy. Not Superman, not Wonder Woman, not Batman himself; just their Rob. That, according to the speedster, is so, so, so crash. The rest of the team, if they have opinions, keep them to themselves. It takes a while to calm the room down and focus on their mission of the day, but he eventually succeeds.
Dick, on his part, comes back from where he was brooding with the Titans after a fight with his mentor to fret over Tim, and everything is right in the world.Â
He isn't afraid of Ra's. He has his new family, new friends, and soulmate.
----.----
Thereâs something on his pillow when he gets back from the weekend with his friends.Â
A perfect rose, white as snow, thorns so sharp Tim knows they would pierce skin if touched. Not that he would be so stupid as to do it, not when foes like Ivy existed.
But⊠thereâs a ribbon, and it sends ice through his veins. A red ribbon, tied at the stemâs exact center. A flower with a ribbon, the universal symbol of soulmates.
Heâs pretty sure Dickâs back in San Francisco. Which leaves...
No.
He squares his shoulders and searches in his bag for his Robin gauntlets, protecting his hands with them as he disposes of the rose.
His right hand stings a little through the entire process.
----.----
When he gets his third mark, he's honestly surprised. As well as on the edge of unconsciousness from blood loss.
The blood flooding his airways is his, and the building that he believed was his safe place would never feel like that again. His knocked out friends litter the hallways, the bo staff he tried to use to defend himself long lost to the fight, as this man, his hero, his Robin, his apparent Soulmate, tries to kill him.
(Their eyes meet and they feel it at the same time, the twist in their stomachs, which is what stops Jason's blade. Timâs hand raises up, weakly, and carefully brushes against the one holding the knife. It burns, and everything goes black for a minute.)Â
(Jason stops breathing. He has the Joker on one hand, and was markless on the other until now, so this runt has to be his soulmate. No way it's the deranged clown. Which means he almost....)
Jason runs away (this is Jason, his wrist claims, not the mysterious Red Hood any longer) and Tim patches himself up, does damage control with his friends, calls Batman. His heart is beating twice as fast as usual, but he tries to be logical; Jason is on the same wrist as Dick, who is his soulmate, and opposite to Ra's, who's most likely his nemesis. Ergo, Jason's gotta be his soulmate.Â
His confused, probably traumatized, totally not in his right mind soulmate.
He's gotta be patient and wait. Jason surely will get better, will come back to Tim, will fix this mistake he almost made, will... will love him.
Dick is his soulmate, and calls him âlittle brotherâ, which hurts, but he says it with such warmth that it soothes the ache. Dick loves him.Â
Jason will, too, someday.
----.----
A few weeks later, he wakes up in the middle of the night, conscious of the feeling of being watched from the shadows of his room.Â
Thereâs the teddy bear Steph won for him at the fair some months ago, sitting on the chair near his bed where he last put it, but⊠odd. Thereâs something about it thatâs not quite normal, something that wasnât there when he went to sleep half an hour ago.
It took him less than a minute to spot it, which would still be shameful if Bruce ever found out, but he sees the unusual shine in the bearâs eye and groans, more tired than rightfully angry, feeling like the moody teenager he never actually was.
A hidden camera. This was the fifth of the year, what the hell?
Pissed off, he gets up and takes the scissors he leaves by his bedside (canât exactly go to sleep with a birdarang there, his dad might check on him at night and freak out, but sleeping without a weapon in easy reach just makes him uncomfortable) and makes quick work of the bear, getting the device out with as minimal damage to the plushie as possible. Heâll fix it later.
Beyond done, one hand opens the window with more strength than absolutely necessary, the other flying back to gather momentum and throw the thing right at the supposedly empty shadow on the roof of the building across the street. Heâs not surprised when a dark gloved hand catches it, the rest of the body still perfectly concealed by the night. Fucking ninja.
No words needed, he slams the window shut again and grumbles his way to his desk, turning on his lamp. Heâs not falling asleep again tonight, so might as well work on some cases.
----.----
His fourth mark is both exciting and like a bucket of cold water.Â
It's a fucking kid.
Is this how Dick felt when he first got Tim's mark? No wonder he avoided talking about the subject, this was uncomfortable as fuck. Granted, it didn't necessarily have to be a romantic soulmate, platonic soulmates were a thing too, but... still. Awkward.
Even worse because the kid didn't have another mark and, as Tim was his first, was convinced he had to be his fated nemesis. No matter how hard Tim tried to explain the opposite; after the heart stilling moment where he extended his hand for a shake and was slapped away, thus providing the skin to skin contact needed for the bond to form, the brat was sure it was nothing but a ruse to get him to lower his defenses or something. God this kid was fucked up.Â
So. In short. There were two of his soulmates trying to kill him. Great.Â
But... Dick was on the same wrist as them. Dick loved him. Dick was his soulmate. So Damian... Damian had to be, as well. Maybe he'd grow out if his hate, maybe it was just a phase.Â
Maybe.
----.----
His mother and father were dead. Steph was dead. His two best friends were dead.
Tim was numb, going through the motions but not really feeling anything. His only source of emotion, nowadays, was his constant rage at Damian, and the adrenaline while fighting a bad guy.Â
He barely slept. He couldnât remember the last time he properly ate. The manor wasnât comforting enough with the little assassin roaming around for him to get any shut eye, and how could Tim be sure he wasnât going to poison his food?
Sleeping in safe houses seemed the smarter move, even when they werenât really safe at all, judging by the âgiftsâ that kept appearing every time he turned his back. Food - sealed and untempered with - files on whatever case he was working on, a brand of turkish coffee that he would gladly down even if it contained poisonâŠ
Flowers, hundreds of them, all white in color, tiny red ribbons tying their stems.
Tim shivered at the meaning, but no longer minded the feeling of eyes on him while he slept. Looking for hidden cameras was too much effort to be worth it, as long as there were none in the bathroom and his walk in closet. He couldnât care less, these days.Â
----.----
Jason tried to kill him. Again. In the middle of a Pit Episode, even after all Tim had done to help him, to mend their relationship.
Damian was even worse, abusing Tim any way he could, any time he got the chance to get away with it. And it was a startlingly large amount of times, considering their family should be more attentive to attempted murder. None of Tim's effort to bond ever bore fruit.
But he's still convinced they are his soulmates, so he's gotta be patient. They have to be.Â
Because Dick is his soulmate, and they share a wrist.
Because Dick...
----.----
Dick betrayed him. In the worst possible way, in the most vulnerable moment of his life. When Tim needed him the most.
Jason tried to kill him.Â
Damian tried to kill him.
Dick betrayed him (which was, arguably, worse).
Dick was his soulmate. Jason was his soulmate. Damian was his soulmate.
They had to be.
----.----
His quest for Batman wouldâve been a lonely affair, if not for the honeyed voice whispering in his ear. The silent eyes he felt on his skin wherever he went, more heavy than his three assassin escortsâ stares.
What a crazy world it was, where Timâs nemesis believed in him, while his first soulmate, the one he loved almost his entire life, claimed delusion. Where his nemesis sent his people to keep him alive, to keep others out of his way, while his other two sought his death.
What a crazy world indeed.
----.----
-I think we need to talk, Timothy. About this bond we share.
-Iâm listening.
Timothy, he said, but it didnât sound like his name at all.Â
In his mind, it echoed something scary, something that made him shiver and tense.Â
It sounded like Mine.
----.----
Ra's al Ghul was probably his soulmate.Â
He's gotta be. Because there's no way Tim's fated to love three people that are just going to break his heart again and again and again.
When he goes to the League for help looking for Bruce, he steels himself in place when Ra'sâ voice in his ear makes him want to flinch. He grits his teeth at the viper like words murmured in soft tones. Makes himself accept when Ra's offers to train him in the ninja arts after he successfully brought his mentor back. Clenches his fists when he's asked to dinner in a dimly lit French restaurant.
Ra's didn't retaliate when Tim blew up half his bases. He kept giving Tim pointers and praises. Seeking his company.
So he breathes in.Â
He forgave Damian for being a killer, Jason for being one, too. He surely can find it in himself to forgive his actual soulmate for being a criminal.Â
In time.
Right?
...Right?
----.----
Something dark and victorious twists in Raâs chest when the Detective doesnât flinch away from his touch, and silently accepts the white rose and red ribbon he presents before guiding him deep into the restaurant. Thereâs acceptance in Timothyâs eyes, reluctant but hopeful, even if he stirs away from any âdangerousâ topics of conversation and very firmly drops a drug test pill in his glass of water the second the waitress turns her back on them.Â
Raâs doesnât comment on it, merely mirrors the act on his own wine (one could never be too sure, not when an enemy as interesting as this is seated across from him) before raising it for a toast. Not that the Detective was aware of the reason.
Heâs got a lot to celebrate.Â
Deceiving this one wasnât easy, after all.
----.----
Later that night, alone in his room, Tim turns in the bed, his back to the cameras on the far end of the room. The movement is slow, lazy, following his usual sleeping patterns. A clumsy hand pats the mattress, blindly looking for a pillow and dragging it to his chest, face hidden by its softness. He goes lax again, peaceful and oblivious to the world around him to any lingering eye.
Once heâs sure thereâs no way anyone could see him, Tim lets a slow, dangerous smile creep on his face, his heartbeat thundering in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins, feeling so alive itâs almost painful after all the numbness.
Raâs was looking so smug, like the cat that got the canary. Oh, he tried to hide it, but Tim had made it his life's mission since he was twelve to understand the man to his truest essence, to be able to read him as one would a book, and practice had taught him how to play him like a cheap kazoo.
He probably shouldnât smile, safe as he is in hiding his face in the pillow, but he canât help it.
Deceiving Raâs, soulmate or not, wasnât easy.
#Tim Drake#dick grayson#Jason Todd#Damian Wayne#bruce wayne#ra's al ghul#Ra's is creepy#but he's smart about it#OR IS HE#Young Justice#Timdick#Jaytim#damitim#ra'stim#soulmates au#nemesis au#which one is each though#my writting
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Home
Four times Tim just wanted to go home, and one time heâs actually there.
(Â @animemangasoul I think youâll like this one)
(I was listening to Home by Machine Gun Kelly X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha while I wrote this. Might have cried a little. I regret nothing)
----.----
His mom is holding his hand, a rare occurrence. Were he in a more⊠stable state, heâd squeeze the moment for all itâs worth.
But the coldness of fear had his heart in a ice-like grip, and the scenery around them did little to appease him. Nothing, not even the warmth of being held, could keep him from shaking.
-I want to go home -he whispers in his motherâs ear when she picks him up in her arms. Safe against her body, he thinks he can feel his heart melting a bit around the edges where panic had frozen him over.
Mom tightened her hold, eyes leaving the crying kid and his dead parents for the first time in a long time. He feels how one of her hands drops its place under his leg to pat his back, more comforting than he ever thought she capable of.
-Yes, we are leaving now. Jack? Bring the car over, weâll wait here.
She doesnât lower him until they are back at the manor. Then, his parents retire to their rooms, both to rest and prepare for their trip to the Bahamas the following morning.Â
Tim shivers all night long, yearning for the warmth he was too distracted to appreciate a few hours ago, back at the circus.
This wasn't what he meant, when he asked to go home. He just wanted to feel safe.
----.----
This⊠wasnât what he expected. To being caught, that is. Specially by his hero.
Jason (Robin, call him Robin, donât you dare slip up, he canât know you know!) is looking down at him, hands on his hips. Heâs doing his best to look stern, but the short shorts, pixie boots and unconscious thug at his back ruin the effect of his glare.
Tim, camera held tightly as itâs been for the last couple of minute since the man came out of the shadows to try and steal it from him, distractedly thinks Batman should get on that, teach Robin his famous loom. Heâs feeling starstruck, more than fearful.
-Itâs too late for a squirt like you to be out. Streets are dangerous, noâne told you? Specially âis parts oâthe city -the young vigilante drawled, accent thicker than Tim recalled from back at the gala when their parents introduced them in passing. Not that Jason would remember.
-I⊠Iâm not a squirt, Iâm ten -he finally blurts out, wishing he could smack himself the second the words leave his mouth.
-Children should be on bed at this time.
He does his best to calm his erratic heart, and canalizes all the sass on his pint sized body to arch an eyebrow- Hypocrite much?
Robin growls, but Tim can tell heâs doing his best to hide a smile.
-I can leave you here, you know.
He knows Jason is bluffing, looking for a reaction, but the mere idea still makes his barely calming heart kick into overdrive again. The scare of a few minutes ago was too fresh on his mind. He already knows he wonât be going out again soon, not until he could plan a new route to photograph his idols while traveling only by rooftop, to best avoid the scum of the city.
-No, wait⊠please -he moves forward, hand taking a handful of cape, as if that could stop the vigilante if he actually was planning to leave.
Jason took the chance to wrap him on it like a little blanket, picking him up in his arms like a baby.
-Donât worry, shortstack. Iâm taking you home so I can be sure yâer actually following your bedtime.
Feeling a little braver in his heroâs arms, he fired back- Donât have any.
-Whatever, you lil liar.
-Itâs true. You can ask my parents⊠thatâs it, if youâre willing to go into my house for a chat. Masks are in bad taste though, youâll have to take yours off.
Truthfully, both his parents are away on business. Not that he needed to know about the bluff.
This time, he didnât bother to hide his amusement, letting his barking laughter come out.
-You little shit. Iâm not giving you my secret that easy.
Tim just shrugs, painting his most innocent smile. Itâs difficult to keep it in place when Jason asks for directions, and then drops him at his bedroomâs window.
The giddiness of meeting his hero canât quench his disappointment when he watches Jasonâs back as he leaves.Â
A little, childish part of himself had believed, hoped (with all the innocence his heart had left), that when Jason said âtake you homeâ, he was talking about his own.Â
----.----
Heâs training as hard as possible. His body, shaped by the multiple teachers he hired through the years, hurts in a way he never thought possible, and has been like that ever since he first went to the training mats to face Bruce.
He knows the pain is necessary, what he learns there could be the difference between life or death (his eyes never fail to go to Jasonâs suit, his altar, where he, as his whorshipper, would always go ask for strength and courage), but it's hard to remember his purpose for being there when he goes to bed each night with aching limbs.
Still, he endures.
This last week has been both harder than any other, and the best heâs ever had. The first, because a full on out gang war had forced him, Dick and Bruce to work overtime, going out every night for twice their usual hours (thank god for spring break). The second, because to save time and strength, heâd been allowed to stay the night at the manor with them.
He canât believe how nice it is to have breakfast with someone. Sure, they have it at like three pm, but still. The pained body was so, so worth this.
When they caught their last perps, all tied up and pretty for the GCPD, Tim was simultaneously absolutely beat and the happiest heâs been.
Batman puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, saying âletâs go home, Robinâ, and he thinks for a moment heâs dreaming again.
He actually sleeps a bit, on the Batmobile trip. Beyond tired, feels his body being raised and then lowered again in a soft surface, something warm over his chest, and then lights out again.
When he wakes up the next morning, heâs at Drake Manor. The breakfast table is empty, the hallways colder than he remembered, and he wishes last night had actually been a dream. It would hurt less, if it had been all in his imagination; instead, he has to live with the knowledge of being so close, yet so far.
Not for the first time, he wishes âhomeâ were a different place.
----.----
He sighs, dropping his suitcase uncaringly. Anything important is on his phone anyway, who gives a fuck. Certainly not an overworked seventeen year old kid whoâs just getting back after a long day.Â
The place was clean, spacious and with a modern decoration style he kinda likes. The mechanic fishes certainly give it a nice touch, and the underground nerd cave he built for himself is the cherry on top- bottom, whatever.
Itâs a nice house. A place he made for himself, to come back to. With scanners that automatically alert him if some sneaky ninja plants a bug, or a snoopy family member was sniffing around for his toys. He knows everything that happens here, in this little kingdom he built from scratch.
Of course, there are some itty bitty problems with it. Not the layout itself, that one was a dream came true, and no security issue either: all of Raâs thwarted attempts at having his people breaking in confirmed how tight it was.
But, for some reason, the thermostat didnât seem to work. It was always way too cold.Â
The soundproof walls were good at keeping his secrets under wraps, but they also made it seem so unnaturally quiet, it gave him the creeps.
No table in sight. Not that he needed one, he shrugs. Lunch he eats outside, at the office. Dinner is a quick thing, a sandwich while he gets ready for patrol or some other snack while he types away at his computer. Breakfast⊠he doesnât know why, but he never feels right when eating it, so he skips it more often than not.
Sighing again, he falls face first into his absurdly pricey couch. Blindly patting the coffee table until he finds the blanket he always keeps there, he thinks about taking a lil nap. He didnât sleep last night (or the one before that), so it feels like heâs earned this break.
Decision made, Tim takes his phone out of the secret pocket in his coat and selects the app that makes background noise. He always sleeps better with it.
Yeah. This is a nice, comfortable place.
Too bad itâs not home.
-I just want to go home -he whispers to himself before letting unconsciousness claim him.Â
If asked, heâd said the break in his voice was a yawn and not a sob.
----.----
When he wakes up, itâs to noise all around him. That alone puts him on guard so fast he would have pulled a muscle, if he were anyone else. As a Bat-trained vigilante though, he just tensed before opening his eyes to analyze his surroundings.
This⊠wasnât his place, where he distinctly remembers falling asleep, face down on his couch.Â
This was Titans Tower. Was he losing track of time? Had he been on a fight and got hit on the head?Â
-Hey, youâre awake -Konâs head poked out of the kitchen area, smiling as he floated all the way to where Tim was lying, on the living roomâs couch.
The sight of his friend was enough to loosen his muscles. Still unsure but immediately comfortable he sat up straight and looked around. He could hear Bart and Cassie bickering on the background, probably the kitchen, Gretaâs laughter coming to him from the same place, and those were Anitaâs shoes and Cissieâs backpack near the elevator.
The first two and Kon, he could get. They were all Titans. But the three girls? They were retired, so whatâŠ
-Hey, boy wonder, let your brain take a break. I can hear you thinking from here and itâs giving me a headache -the super joked, landing by Timâs side and poking his forehead lightly.
-Thatâs because you never think, you arenât used to it -he fires back automatically. Then, a slow blink- What are the girls doing here? What am I doing here? Last thing I remember I was⊠at the Perch. Sleeping.
-Yeah, and what a deep sleep that was. Been pulling all nighters, havenât you? -his best friend shook his head, beyond giving Tim a disappointed look. They knew each other way too much to be surprised by their respective bad habits- you didnât even flinch when I wrapped you up in TTK and flew you here. And about the girls, I told Cassie and Bart I was gonna pick you up, and they decided to make a thing out of this and went to bring them here, just to hang out. Like back in the days, you know?
The mention of their Young Justice times never failed to give Tim a heartache, but this time it just made him feel warm.Â
He tried to look stern, but the smile he could feel growing on his lips against his will probably ruined it.
-But why did you? Bring me here, I mean.
Kon tilted his head, visibly confused.
-What do you mean? I heard you. You said you wanted to go home.
Something deep and frozen inside him abruptly melted, like it was hit by a flamethrower. The intensity brought tears to his eyes, body shaking uncontrollably as he bent over himself, hands clutching the opposite arm tightly, as if trying to hold himself in one piece.
Konâs arms were around him in an instant, worried shouts piercing his ears as he plastered the smaller vigilante to his chest, unthinkingly helping him keep his broken pieces together. The warmth from his best friendâs body served as a welder, and Tim could finally breathe without the fear of breaking apart.
-Tim? Fuck, whatâs wrong? Are you okay?! Here, dude, I got you.
-Kon? What is i- fuck, what did you do? Hey, Tim!
-Rob? Oh my god heâs crying, why is he crying!
The voices came closer, surrounding him from all directions as multiple hands touched him in an attempt to comfort.
It was too much, too warm, too bright.
He hoped itâd never end.
-I justâŠ
Everyone stopped talking. His voice was broken by sobs, but he sounded happier than they had ever heard him.
-Iâm just happy Iâm finally home.
#Tim Drake#Young Justice#batfamily#my writting#kon el kent#bart allen#cassie sandsmark#Greta Hayes#Cissie King-Jones#Anita#Bruce Wayne#Dick Grayson#Jason todd#NO EDIT#I WROTE THIS IN ONE SITTING I FEEL LIKE I WAS POSSESED YOU GUYS
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Soul shards part 2
This isnât edited in the slightest folks. Wrote this in a LONG car ride and Iâm beat. Tumblr was being difficult and wouldnât let me copy an paste so I had to copy every individual paragraph, so there might be some mistakes.
Shoutout to @sideeffectsofwriting who suggested damitim and kicked the muse into motion and @the-quiet-carrotcake who let me cry about this on chat.
.-.-.-
He needed to do what not even the Batman could achieve. Â
He would bring Drake back.
-.-.-.-
11Â - 16
Damianâs first gifted soulshard came from his mother, when he turned five. It was a beautiful orange-red dagger, with flecks of gold here and there, and he wanted to hold it more than anything in the world.
Then his mother put it in his hand, closed his fingers around it and held a kitten by the scruff and hind legs in front of him, as an offering. An order. A mission. And, once it was carried, the slightest hint of satisfaction in her eyes.
Those were the feelings the dagger was imbued with; expectation, and pride. Not for who he was, but for what he did. A heavy weight, and a cold one, right until the moment the mission was complete; after that, a short-lived warmth crept up his arm, the starting point the dagger in his hand.
Or maybe it was the kittenâs blood what chased the cold (and his sleep) away. It should have been comforting.
It wasnât.
When Grayson chose him as his Robin, he sealed the deal by giving Damian an R shaped soul shard in the form of a brooch. It should have been an ecstatic moment for him, his second ever soul shard being gifted to him by his Batman.
It wasnât.Â
While warmer and lighter than his dagger, it felt⊠off. Their bond was just growing then, no trust nor love giving shape to the soul given away. Instead, Damian was presented with Graysonâs feelings of responsibility (to the city), despair (because they both have just lost their father) and reluctant resignation (because even when Grayson choose him, it was obviously not what he wanted, it couldnât be, not when there was already a Robin fully indoctrinated in The Mission perfectly available and⊠more loved), as well as the barest hint of hopeful fondness.
He doesnât hold it against him; that was just their beginning, and it was the gesture what was important, a gift from the soul that Damian hadnât yet earned, a trust at giving himself away to the child he had just decided to take under his wing. Were Grayson to give him a new soul shard, he was sure the feelings wouldnât be so harsh now that they had formed and nurtured this bond between them. Still, he treasured his brooch for what it was: a chance to prove himself, a chance at a home.
Drakeâs soul (not a shard, not a piece, but the remainings of his actual soul; his core) was an entirely new phenomenon. The moment he received it, clenched it in his hands for the first time, it was imbued with a rage and contempt that didnât surprise him, as those were the grounds of their relationship. But, with every passing minute, the feeling just⊠calmed down, like⊠forgiveness? Acceptance? It was like a pat on the back after a hard patrol with Grayson, after he made a mistake and the man would just sigh and tell him âdo better next time, but letâs just put this behind usâ. But⊠from Drake?
It- that was- there werenât actual words to explain it. Damian had never heard of it, of a change on the emotions inside the soul, but, he supposes, this wasnât something Drake had sharded with an idea in mind, this wasnât a love confession or a methaporical friendly hug. Drake had just⊠given himself away, entirely.
Damian wasnât sure what it meant, but the mystery of that pushed him relentlessly to the batcave, to the monitors where he would watch and rewatch old footage of Drakeâs training, read old reports, dig as deep as he could in search of information that might clear things up for him.
That might explain the clench in his heart when he held the tiny soul.
.-.-.-.
He is missing.
Bruce canât process it at first. He has every camera, every metahuman, every genius hero at his disposal⊠and nothing. No one could find Tim, and heâs been gone for over a week. Seven days and twelve hours, if he was counting. Which he was, because seeing the pretty ice blue watch on his wrist, warm with admiration, respect and adoration, slowly turning cold and red and black was high on the list of the scariest moments of his life.Â
He was holding his sonâs soul, soon it wouldnât feel any different than the Rolex he might wear for a charity.
It terrified him.
The only piece of Timâs soul he could find (and it had taken him a while, to track down everyone Tim ever gave a shard to, even going so far as to dig Janet and Jackâs graves, because there were so many pieces; too many, although his Titans friends had flat out rejected his request to give them to him) to remain icy blue was Damianâs. Which would be fantastic for testing, for figuring out what was wrong, maybe even for tracking Tim downâŠÂ If Damian werenât so dead set on keeping it in his direct line of sight, on the little leather pouch by his hip or dangling from his neck.
The twelve year old had proven willing to stab any hand that tried to take his soul shard away, accepting only those tests that were safe and could be made in front of his eyes.
-We could try to, like⊠mesh my piece of soul with Damianâs? -had suggested Dick, once, earlier on the week.
-And how, pray tell, would you do it? Drake himself is the one that shaped your necklace. This are his soul shards, no one but him can bend them to their will.Â
-I mean⊠Cassâs father, Cain, he made dents and bumps in her soul, so itâs not like its impossibleâŠ
-âŠafter years of abuse, from which her soul has yet to recover! Of all the stupid/!
Dick, on very little sleep and with worry and guilt battling it out inside his heart, rolled his eyes at Damianâs objections.
-We wonât hurt him for the hell of it, but he could be in danger, or lost, or who knows what! Thereâs little to no precedent about soulless people. Since when do you care so much about Timâs wellbeing, anyway?
-And since when do you *not*?
That had ended the argument quickly. Guilt had won in Dick. Damianâs gifted little piece of soul remained at itâs pouch. And Tim was still missing.
Bruce wanted to pull at his hair, yell and throw fists. He did none of these. Damian needed him. He had already failed one son.
.-.-.-.
12Â - 17Â
Life goes on, after a tragedy. And this tragedy in particular was a silent one; there was no blood, no screaming, no tears. Just someone that left it all behind and disappeared on the wind. And, as much as the Bats wanted to find him, Tim going on a solo trip wasnât alarming enough for them to ignore the day to day dangers of Gotham, the multiverse threats, the alien invasions. As concerning as multiple soul shards changing color and losing emotion had been, the fact remained that it⊠just wasnât priority.
Timothy could look after himself; the civilians of Gotham and the world at large couldnât. Â At least, that was what father said.
Damian was of a different mind.
He noticed it at first during a Justice League meeting. He had taken to playing around with the little ice blue ball when lost in thought, or was nervous, a habit developed after hours, days and months sitting by the caveâs monitors studying his predecessor.
So there he was, idly rolling it between his fingers, careful to not drop it, when he catches sight of SuperboyâŠ
(The Titans were a mess, Wonder Girl, SB and Impulse running around like headless chickens, dropping everything, no matter how mission-important, at the slightest mention of anything Red Robin related, recruiting the help of old fiends from their Young Justice days, hurting so much not even him, usually indifferent to his peersâ drama, could remain untouched by their pain)Â
âŠbeing scolded by Superman. Which, would normally not even phase Damian, impartial about the clone outside of his relationship with Drake as he was.
But. But. When Superman layed a condescending hand on Kon Elâs shoulder, something spiked inside Damian, a sudden and strong desire to slap that hand away, to growl at the man, to protect his/Â
âŠhis best friend? Â
That thought itâs what gives him pause, stops him mid step, where he was unthinkingly approaching the aliens.Â
Those werenât his feelings, but Drakeâs.
At the realization, the little soul in his hand glowed and warmed and almost jumped right out of it. It seemed to say âfinallyâ.
Damian couldnât breath.
.-.-.-.
He kept quiet about this new knowledge, but it nagged at him. He had to test this out.Â
He held the small soul while watching Grayson train by the Caveâs trapeze. Rolled it between fingers with little to no trouble while covertly listening to Cain and Brown tease each other. Made a protective fist around it when he stumbled across Red Hood during patrol, catching the -now reformed- antiheroe mid flight.Â
Admiration and yearning (teach me, choose me, love me).
Fondness and familiarity (bond with me, laugh with me, stand by me).
Trepidation and want (please look at me, please stop hating me, please let me watchadmirelove you).Â
Those werenât his feelings, so. Confirmed then. Holding Drakeâs soul, he apparently had an open door to the manâs feelings. An insight to the deepest parts of him.Â
Weeks into his discovery, he learned a few things. For example, how annoyingly emotional the young man was. Did Drake always feel everything this intensely? It was exhausting, and Damian at least had the option to put the soul away at itâs pouch, stopping the flow of emotions. Drake⊠well, he did leave it behind, after all.Â
Which made him wonder, if he had Drakeâs emotions at hand, what did it leave his predecessor with?
.-.-.-.-.-.
13Â - 18
It pained Damian to admit this, but Drake was⊠good. Too good. Unbelievable so, for someone that started his formal training way later in life than Damian. Â
The footage in front of him was one he had viewed already dozens of times, and he still couldnât believe his eyes. A gift requested to his mother, footage from the Cradle, about two years before. Â
At first, Damian had just wanted to uncover the mystery of Drakeâs time away during Fatherâs absence. What happened during those months, to drive one like his Gradfather from mild admiration to almost obsessive, possessive desire? What elevated the, by the time, teenager to a spot previously occupied by none other than The Batman, and even beyond?Â
His in into the League allowed him access to the answer. And he understood. The mixture of recklessly brave plans, creatively executed acrobatics, heart-stopping genius and iron clad morals. Fighting against the Spiders, protecting the innocent at his back, all the while under tight schedule on his plan to land an unprecedented hard blow to the League. Â
It was breathtaking. The young detective, that unmasked the man many believed was no more than a myth, the novice hero that when told ânoâ started his own team of fighters, that while no one else thought it possible defied Death itself for the life of his adoptive father. Barely older than Damian himself, with half his years of training, and still so far away. Leagues ahead of him.Â
Out of his reachâŠÂ
A grimace, an unfamiliar tightness in his chest and then Damian was cracking his knuckles and typing away at the computer. If his Grandfather viewed Drake above Father, then maybe Damian was going about this the wrong way, in his quest to surpass every Robin before him. He needed to succeed where even Father had failed, reaching to a step below Drake instead of the entire flight of stairs he had ahead of him.
 âŠbut not for long. Â
He needed to do what not even the Batman could achieve. Â
He would bring Drake back.
.-.-.-.-.
It takes some time. He studies for weeks under Gordon, shadows Cyborgâs steps for a while, even declines patrol once or twice claiming a stomachache when he feels heâs close to a clue. Has the Titans permanently hacked (props of connecting from the Batcaveâs computer, no one questioned the backdoor on their system, assumed it was Batman checking on them) and an alert programmed on his phone for every time some reporter catches sight of the Drake-Wayne heir (none so far, but, like a voice that sounded like Grayson singsonged, cover all your bases). Â
And even after all of that, it was still Drake himself that pointed him in the right direction. Â
Damian was idly scrolling down some online headlines, mind numb with tiredness barely paying attention to the titles, when the little soul between his forefinger and thumb gave him a spark, so sudden it was like an electric shock, sapping him out of it and forcing his attention to the article on screen.Â
Serial killer known as The Gardener found tied in the front lawn of his supposed next victims, after seven months evading the Parisian police force. Family claims they never saw nor heard anything until the morning, when the father was about to head for work and stumbled across the handcuffed man, hand clutching his signature weapon, unconscious and still bleeding from, what the police assumes, was a short lived fightâŠÂ
The soul pulsed again. Disgust, rage, adrenaline⊠pride, vindictive pride. The same emotions that soared through him when a would be rapist fell to his sword during patrol.Â
Quick eyes scanning through the article, nothing pointing towards a vigilante, no pattern that he could see pointing to his missing predecessor. And still, Damian knew.
Energy renewed, he scanned through older news, titles. Nothing sparked the soul, until a thwarted robbery on Scotland gave him pause. Again, the article itself was generic, no common points except the mystery of whoever stopped the crime from happening, but⊠his gut, and Drakeâs gut, they were both screaming at him. Â
This was him. What was he doing on Paris? Was he still there? Two articles, separated by a few weeks, was more of a clue than anyone had found this far, but it was still nothing. And the last one, with the Serial Killer, was from two days ago. Even if he told Father and he dispatched a velocist or super, itâd still be too late. Drake wouldnât have been able to evade them this long if he iddled long somewhere. Sighing tiredly he fell back into the chair, raising the little soul so it was eye level.
After all this time, after all his training, after all of fatherâs efforts to track his wayward son, it was proved only Drake could find Drake. A little, sleep deprived smile broke his scowl. Â
He was too tired to feel frustration.
Not too much for admiration, though.
.-.-.-.-.
That same night, oceans away, a slim figure dealt the finishing blow to some wannabe gangsters on a upper class Venetian neighbour. They had been armed, but only the slightest of scratches decorated his arm. The other guys⊠werenât so lucky. Theyâd be lucky if their broken ribs didnât pierce a lung. Â
The scared girls that he saved from being jumped (or worse) rushed forward once their attackers hit the ground, sobbing between their heartfelt thanks and praises. Trembling hands reaching for his cap-less back, the slippery material of his dark shirt slipping from their fingers. Still, he carefully moved out of range and tonelessly told them to call for the police, letting them comfort each other and waiting only until he could hear the sirens approaching. Then, he was gone, lost to the night that had spited him out to fight the treath minutes before. Â
On the back of his mind, something told him he should be annoyed. He had been good to keep himself out of the mediaâs attention, dealing with crimes where no one would be able to pinpoint exactly who had been their saviour, or how had they been spared from the danger. Like the Parisian family. Now that was a clean work. Found the killer, guessed his next target and caught him just before the crime. In, fight, out. Easy, untraceable.
Two scared girls might not have the clearest memories of their traumatic attack, but âyoung, black clothed man fights off gangsters with a staffâ would surely make the headlines, which meant hailing ass as far from here as possible before anyone could trace this back to him. Â
People tracking him raised in his gut⊠the closest thing to emotions he had nowadays (something he hadnât been bothered with for years now), namely annoyance. He had a goal in mind, rules he played by, things to avoid. Having all that endangered was troublesome, and even worse was how inevitable it was. He couldnât exactly ignore the crying girls, not because he cared, but his body always moved on its own on situations like this, personal preferences overrode by muscle memory.
How inconvenient.
And speaking ofâŠ
He barely nodded in acknowledgement when a shadowed figure fell into step besides him, keeping up on his sprint from rooftop to rooftop.
-My Master wishes to extend an invitation to dinner. He demands your company. Â
Not Pru then, but not so different from what he expected.
He hummed, for show more than anything else, eyeing the leather pouch by the manâs hip. A Soul Carrier, nothing flashy but firmly attached. Classic League.
The shadow flinched. They all did. Something in his lack of soul scared them shitless when he payed attention to theirs, as if he would snatch them and steal away with it.
Ha. Please. He didnât even want his own soul back, why in hell would he take theirs? Heâd never feel lighter before.
And even if sometimes the emptiness inside made him eye with attention the knife he carried on his boot as a last resort, those moments were few and easily forgotten.
-Depends. Is he ready to pay for the pleasure of it? Itâs been a while, Iâm on need of cash and resources, so my fee has gone up. Â
A moment of silence while the shadow listened on his earpiece for his answer. Then, a nod.
-Okay then. Tell him to send me directions to the place once Iâm out of this country. And that if he wants me to wear something pretty, he better chose a nice, camera-less place. Also, if he doesnât keep his hands to himself, heâll need one of those shiny green pools of his to regrow a few fingers.
.-.-.-.-.
14Â - 19
Toddâs emergency beacon called from Tokyo, interrupting their post patrol debrief. Father had programmed all their distress signals so they would always come through, no matter what else was doing on or what Do not Disturb protocols he might have. Nothing would get in the way to saving his sons ever again. Â
When they answered, tense and (in Damianâs case, reluctantly) worried, it was to the sounds of heavy breathing and clang of metal against metal. A fight.
-/ing hell! Fuck! Goddamned little/ anyone copy me?!
Father, cowless but every bit the Batman, pressed a finger against the keyboard and dropped his voice am octave.Â
-Red Hood, here cave, we copy you. Whatâs the situation?
The sounds of fighting never stopped, and whatever could keep Hood on his toes like this and forced him to call for help was enough to have Damian reaching for his Soul Carrier, where two different (in size and colorthen) spheres guarded each other. It was a habit he needed to train himself out of, but for now, a needed comfort.Â
-I /shit shit SHIT, YOU LITTLE FUCKER/ I found the bastard! Tim!
A needle dropping could be heard in the following silence. Cain steps as she approached the batconputer could be heard and that was something.
The smallest of the souls in his carrier pulsed at the sight of Brownâs distress as she clutched Black Batâs hand, her other going to the almost completely red locket hanging from her neck. If it followed the pattern of both Grayson and Father, it would soon turn dark. Â
(Unlike the clone and velocist, those twoâs soul shards still retained the icy blue color, and Damian couldnât help but think it had something to do with the fact that the people that had betrayed Drake the worst were the ones that were losing their connection to him first; Cainâs own compass was still mostly blue)Â
Damianâs own soul basically jumped to his hand at the implication of what Todd was saying (he ignored the flash of disappointment that he wasnât the one to find Drake, the little spark of something on the icy blue little ball that still reacted to that idiotic ToddâŠ). Â
Grayson was the one that basically pushed father out of the way, so he could lean over the keyboard, as if that would make him be heard clearer, hand fondling with the chain around his neck that was Drake âs first shard, both to be created and to lose itâs warmth.Â
-A-are you sure? Our Timmy?
-You have eyes on him? -demanded father as he typed away, faster than Damian ever remembered seeing, probably sending some kind of message to the Justice League for assistance.
-Damn right Iâm sure, stumbled across him during my mission here, donât know anyone as annoying/ FUCK canât you see Iâm on the phone ya lil shit?! I can do you one better than eyes on the bastard, B, Iâll put my hands around his weasly lil neck/!Â
A window popped on the Cave monitor (of course Gordon was eavesdropping) as Oracle traced the call and hacked the street camera closest to Toddâs location.Â
The figure was all in black, taller and leaner than Damian remembered. Or was that because he spent so much time watching footage of his time as Robin?
Drake was smaller then, baby faced and bird-boned. A child. Somewhere along the line, lost in studying his formative years, Damian had forgot the fact that he was a man, now.
He certainly looked the part, now. Graceful as fought Hood off, tough a lot more brutal, if Hoodâs grunts of pain everyone the shiny staff made contact could be believed. He seemed in a hurry, too, judging by his almost too fast to be seen movements.Â
The fight moved a little (likely Hoodâs doing), and they shifted just enough for them to see, in the grainy quality of the camera, a second of Drakeâs face before before he seemed to sense that he was being watched.
Something was thrown the cameraâs way, a little gadget, and everything turned black. The only connection the Cave had to Drake now was the still going sounds of fighting.Â
-Hood, tell him to stop! We donât mean him any harm/
-I do, the little fucker broke my left wrist! Imma gonna show him!
-Hood! -now not only Grayson, but Brown too, chided.Â
-Just stall him -commanded Father- Clark is on his way.
-Easy for you to say! Whatever heâs being doing this last few years, it gave him a hell of a boost. I can barely/Â
Silence. Not just Hood shutting up, but no more breaths, no more metallic clang. The line had been cut, something that shouldnât been possible after all the upgrades father made to their comms.Â
By the time Superman arrived to Gotham, an hour had passed, and not even Gordon could re install the connection to either the street camera nor the comm. Not that it would do any good: Hood was unconscious and brutally beated up, and not even a full scan of the city by various metas gave them any hint of Drake âs location. Â
The icy blue soul pulsed with guilt at hoodâs state, but also an undeniable pride at the fact that Drake got away.
Damian felt like throwing it against a wall. Instead, he cradled it in his hands, against his chest, as he went to sleep that night.
He dreamed of grainy camera footage, the face in the recording handsome and lethal, the coldness on pretty eyes replaced by the emotional icy blue of his soul.
.-.-.-.-.
He woke up in the morning and laid on bed for a while.Â
Ignorant on the emotional side of things as Grayson might believe him, Damian wasnât about to lie to himself.Â
There was no denying the clenching on his gut when the camera displayed the video of the dark figure fighting, the disappointment when Hood failed to bring Drake home, the spark of annoyance at the fact that the tiny soul still reacted to the second Robin, the flash of white warmth that crept up him when he saw the results of Drakeâs power on Hoodâs battle wounds. Â
The craving pumping his heart was like nothing he ever felt before.
It was kinda like seeing his mother holding her soul shard his way, like Grayson hands fastening the R brooch on his cape for the first time, like giving Father a ring and Nightwing a bracelet, nervous in a way that was unbecoming to someone of the Al Ghulâs household. Â
It was wanting to receive and to be accepted.
It was even more than that.
It was holding Drakeâs entire soul in his hand, small and battered as it was, and thinking âIâll fix thisâ. It was masterfully twirling it in his hand, easy from practice, letting Drake's emotions wash over him, his fierce protectiveness over his friends, his honest fondness over the family, the growing approval every time Damian cracked a case or figured out a mystery on his own.
It wasnât Drake himself, but at the same time it was. Â
Damian dropped his head back into the pillow and raised the hand holding the tiny soul, his own gold, green and blue one laying on the mattress by his hip. It had tiny specs of ice blue on it, influenced against his will by the soul that shared the soul carrier with for so long now, not too different from the way his motherâs orange red soul had some dark blue hues dancing near itâs core, or how Pennyworthâs silver one had the barest hints of yellow, which the butler once told him were remnants of his first love. Â
He never would admit to be emulating Todd, but in that moment, he couldnât help it.
-Fuck.
#Soul shards#soul shards au#tim drake#damian Wayne#the bats#it's a pain to tag everyone but they are all mentioned#this was a BITCH to publish tumblr wouldn't let me copy paste everything from my docs so i had to do paragraph by paragraph#pre damitim i guess?#soulless tim#Ra's is there for a sec not in person but by creepiness factor#Damian is developing a crush how cute baby assassin#i did this during a eight hours car ride this isn't edited in the slightest#my writing#oh yeah#tw: animal cruelty#at the beggining though but still#forgot to tag before sorry
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Tiny Tim (part ten)
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Tim scribbles messily on the piece of paper in front of him. The cafĂ© they were at offers free colouring sheets and crayons to kids and Kon being Kon decides to get some for Tim. Tim bets it was mainly just for himself because at the moment Kon looks like heâs having a lot more fun with the colouring than he is.
âYou know youâre supposed to colour in the lines right Tim?â Conner comments to him when he looks up from his own paper.
Just to spite him Tim grabs another crayon and scribbles wildly over the paper. Once he was done he looks back up at Kon and gives him an innocent looking smile, âWhoops.â
Kon gives him a look, one that says really? and in retaliation Tim sticks his tongue out at him and looks back at his bit of paper. Theyâve been sat at the cafĂ© for a good 10 minutes already and itâs another 5 before someone shows up.
âConner!â
Both him and Kon turn around to the name call, they find Jon heading their way while dragging Damian behind him. Conner smiles at him once he reaches the table, âHey kid, howâs your day been so far?â
âLook!â Jon shoves a Superman plushie in Konâs face, âI won this!â
Kon shoves it out of his face, âYeah? Did you cheat?â
Jon pouts at him, âNo I did not! Damian, tell him I didnât cheat.â
âTt, despite what it looked like and what he is capable doing, Kent did not cheat.â
âThank you, see Conner.â Jon says wearing a smug smile.
Kon smiles and shakes his head, âWhatever kid. What else you been up to?â
Jonâs normal excited grin appears back on his face and he enthusiastically tells Kon about his and Damianâs day. Tim was listening but he moves his attention away from the two supers when he feels a presence stand next to him. He looks up to find Damian looking at his âcolouringâ.
âDrake do you not know how to colour? You keep inside the lines, it is not that hard of a concept to grasp, but then again a simple-minded creature like you would find that hard to understand.â Damian says to him, voice full of disgust.
Tim narrows his eyes up at Damian, god he wishes he was his normal self again just so he can beat him. But no. He was stuck in this four-year-old body and they happen to be out somewhere that was full of random people, it would look and sound weird if a four-year-old started cursing at a teen and calling him all kinds of vulgar names.
Working to keep himself from saying anything Tim settles for glaring at Damian. Of course Damian is undeterred by his look, the teenager simply glares back and it suddenly becomes a glaring contest between them. Timâs not willing to let the demon spawn beat him, Tim may not be able to fight back physically but at least he can glare to some extent.
Heâs unsure how long they spend looking at each other but much to his annoyance Tim brakes eye contact first and that was only because someone jabbed his ribs. He couldnât help the yelp that escaped his mouth and the sudden jerk of his body. He looks around to find Jason smirking evilly at him. âJumpy there Timmy?â
âDonât jab my ribs.â He pouts back at the man. Next to him Damian tuts and walks away, Tim watches him go and as he sits down next to Jon who was now sat on Konâs other side. Jason also moves and takes a seat on Timâs unoccupied side. Tim watches as Jason takes in his colouring, an eyebrow goes up on his face and his mouth opens to say something, however he seems to change his mind because he shakes his head and closes his mouth again.
âCome on daddy!â
Tim turns around to find Lian running towards their table. She stops every few feet to make sure that Roy was following behind her. Tim looks at Roy and does a double take, in his arms thereâs a very big teddy bear. A huge fluffy brown bear with a red bow tie around his neck. Timâs pretty sure that it was bigger than him in size and possibly even in weight.
Eventually they get to the table and Lian starts jumping up and down, âLook what we won! Look what we won!â
âWow.â Kon says looking at the bear with wide eyes as Roy sits it at the table opposite him.
Next to him Jon gasps, âThatâs huge! Where did you get it?â
Roy looks at him and smirks, âA shooting game. There was two targets, one side had a little crossbow and the other had a gun, so naturallyâŠ.â
âFair enough.â Kon comments still looking at the bear.
âDaddy, can I go play in the play area?â Lian asks looking hopeful from where she was tugging on his t-shirt.
Roy frowns at her before looking around, he finds the childrenâs soft play area over in the corner of the cafĂ© and looks back at his daughter, âYou can but after youâve had something eat.â
Lian looks like she wants to argue but a stern look from Roy changes her mind, she nods, âOkay daddy.â She climbs up onto the seats next him and looks around the room with intense curiosity.
Roy leans forward and grabs a menu from the middle of the table and sets it out in front of him, Jon does the same with the second menu and opens it up for him and Damian to look at. He and Kon have already decided what theyâll be having, they decided on it while they waited for the others to arrive.
âHey, whereâs Goldie to?â Jason asks suddenly, he looks at Jon and Damian, âWasnât he with you brats?â
âTim and I saw him in a performing in a parade on the way here, I have to admit Iâm curious about how he got there.â Kon says, looking between Jason and his brother.
Jason lets out a snort, âSeriously? A performing in a parade? Typical.â
âWell about two hours ago the three of us bumped into some acrobats who were trying to perfect a move. Dick saw them and offered some help, he showed them how to do it and they offered him a place in the parade because they realised who he was.â Jon explains. âAt first he said no because he was with us but then Damian told him to go because it was clear that he wanted to do it but I think that the real reason is so Dick would leave us alone to do whatever we wanted without an adult.â
Silence surrounds the table as they all look at Jon who blushes once he sees everyone looking at him.
âWhat? Itâs trueâ He says defensively.
Conner frowns at him, âSo youâve spent the last two hours on your own?â
âWe do not need a baby sitter clone, we are perfectly capable of looking after ourselves.âÂ
Kon rolls his eyes but lets the comment go. From there Tim ignores the small talk thatâs going on around the table, instead he focuses on the paper in front of him while trying to ignore the hurt feeling inside of himself. Dick said that theyâll spend the afternoon together but now that heâs with the parade thatâs obviously out of the window. It hurts to know that Dick had apparently forgot about his promise.
âWell Iâm not waiting for him to show up, Iâm hungry so Iâm getting food.â Jason declares standing up from the table, âJoin me or not, I donât care.â
He starts to walk towards the counter where the orders are being taken, Roy gets up and follows him, once they get back Kon, Jon and Damian all get up and do their orders. When they return small talk takes over the table once again and is that way until the food arrives.
Half an hour later all the food they had ordered has now disappeared. Tim enjoyed his food, it was a childâs portion of fries and chicken nuggets in shape of Mickey Mouse. It wasnât a big meal but it filled him up. What he didnât enjoy was that Dick still hasnât shown up and there was no signs of him showing up at all. Kon had tried to console him but Tim brushed him off, he doesnât really want to hear it.
Timâs brought out of his head when he hears Lian impatiently ask, âDaddy can I go now? Pleeeeeeaaaasssseeeee.â
Roy puts a thoughtful expression on and takes his time in answering, with every second that passes of him not answering Lian looks like sheâs going to explode. After about 10 long seconds he finally nods, âSure, go ahead, but be careful!â
âYay!â She exclaims. She immediately starts to climb down from the table, however instead of heading for the childrenâs play area she runs around the table and grabs Timâs t-shirt, âCome on Timmy, letâs go play!â
Tim almost falls off the seat heâs on because of her tugging and he has to steady himself by grabbing the table, he looks at her hopeful face and feels slightly guilty when he says, âUh, I donât really want toâŠâ
Her face falls in disappointment, âWhat?â
Tim opens his mouth to say he doesnât want to play but Jason speaks before he can, âHeâs only joking, of course he wants to play!â Thatâs when hands appear under his arms and pick him up from the seat, they place him on the floor next to Lian, they also remove the cap thatâs been sat on his all of this time, âNow you two go have fun okay, weâll be here for when you want to come back out.â
Tim sends him a betrayed looked while Lian sends him a bright grin, âThank you Uncle Jay, letâs go Timmy!â
She grabs his hand and drags him towards the play area when they get there Lian lets him go and starts climbing up the foam steps, âCome on! I think the slide is this way!â
Tim watches her disappear up the stairs, he looks back at the table where everyone is to find most of them staring at him with different kinds of smiles on their faces. Jason was wearing an evil smirk and was even holding up his phone with the camera faced at him, Roy was wearing an amused one and Kon was wearing a fond one. Jon and Damian wasnât looking, both more interested in whatever was in front of them on the table.
âCome on Tim!â He hears from above. He sighs and resigns himself, he isnât getting out of this, begrudgingly he starts to climb the foam stairs to find where Lian had disappeared to.
30 minutes later Tim was ready to quit. He was tired and wanted to sit down. How did Lian still have so much energy? She was still running around the play area, shouting at Tim to hurry up and even dragging him along. Tim tried to go at her pace but it was hard, this body was not used to pushing itself past itâs limit and now he was super tired and surprisingly wants a nap.
Letting Lian go on ahead up the foam stairs he heads back to the table where the others are. He walks slowly now finding his feet are beginning to hurt. He makes it back to the table and stands behind Kon before leaning against his lower back. Kon jumps slightly from the touch, he turns around to find Tim there and smiles at him, âYou okay?â
âHow does she have that much energy? Sheâs like a battery or something.â Tim comments.
Kon laughs at him, âShe worn you out has she?â
âYes.â
Thatâs when Lian appears once again, âTimmy why did you leave? We still have yet to go in the ball pool.â She whines at him, she leans forward and grabs his hand and starts to pull him away from Kon, âCome on!â
Someone takes pity on Tim and speaks up, âHey munchkin, why donât you and I go play in the ball pool. Timmy here needs a rest, youâve worn him all out.â
Lian letâs go of Tim and turns to Jason, âYes please, letâs go Uncle Jay.â
Jason gets up and starts to follow Lian towards the childrenâs play area, but when he gets a few steps away from the table he stops in his tracks and turns back facing the table. After a few seconds heâs moving towards the table, he goes around it until heâs behind Damian and in a quick swift movement he has the teen up and over his shoulder like heâs a sack of potatoes.
âTodd! Put me down this instance!â Damian demands trying to wiggle out of Jasonâs grip as the man heads for the childrenâs play area.
âCome on demon, you could use some fun.â
They hear Lian giggling her head off at the display and even Jon let out a laugh in amusement. Jon gets up from the table and follows them into the play area. Once they have all disappeared from view Tim tugs at Konâs t-shirt to get his attention again, when the meta looks down Tim raises his arms up in a childlike fashion for Kon to pick him up. Konâs hands wrap around his waist and lift him up, after a moment Timâs arranged so his straddling Konâs thighs and his head is against his chest.
Tim takes the position and leans heavily on Kon, the tiredness taking over his body. It doesnât help when Kon starts threading his fingers through his hair and lightly massages his head. Tim sighs contently and lets him do it, he doesnât know why but it feels so nice when it happens and he feels himself drifting off at his motions.
Tim snaps out of his dosing state when another voice speaks up, âHey guys I am so sorry that I am super late. To be honest I wasnât even sure if youâd be here at all or not but thankfully you are.â
Tim turns around to see Dick settling in a seat next to Roy, he was looking around obviously trying to find the where the others are. As if reading his mind Roy speaks up, âTheyâre in the ball pit if youâre wondering. Lian. Jason Damian and Jon.â
Dick smiles, âAh okay.â Dick then looks over and sees Timâs sat in Konâs lap, âDidnât fancy joining them Timmy?â He asks.
Tim hears, as well as feel, Kon laugh, âLianâs already worn him out from playing in there for half an hour.â
Dick lets out a laugh after and Tim mumbles a shut up but that seems to encourage the man even more. âIf youâve still got the energy Tim I have a promise to keep, once Iâve had some food weâll go on a few rides together.â
Tim feels himself smile at his words, he hadnât forgot after all. Tim nods in agreement and Dick beams at him, âBrilliant! Iâm going to get some food.â
By the time Dick had finished eating his food everyone else had returned from the ball pool. Comments were made and laughs were shared throughout it. For the most part Tim dosed on Conner as his body was still recovering from the time he spent running around after Lian.
âAnyway, what are we going to do now that Goldie is here?â Jason asks looking at everyone.
âWell I was going to go with Tim around the park for a bit, just the two of us as I promised him earlier we would.â Dick says.
Jon jumps in after him, âConner can we go together and ride Space Mountain?â
Tim feels Kon shrug, âSure, I donât see why not.â
âAwesome letâs go!â Jon gets up from the table and starts bouncing excitedly.
Kon laughs, âAlright kid, calm down.â He gently picks Tim up and places him on the floor, he then crouches down so theyâre nearly eye level, âYou okay with me going?â
âGo have fun with your brother.â Tim smiles at him and Kon grins as he stands up. Once stood Jon was quick to grab his hand and start to pull him away. Tim walks around the table and stands next to Dick, who was already rising to his feet. Dick bends down and picks him up and places Tim on his hip.
âSo weâll catch you guys later, have fun!â Dick says as he walks away from the table.
Dick doesnât put Tim down for a good 20 minutes. Tim doesnât mind, it saves him walking around because he still feels tired even after his light nap on Kon from earlier. After walking around for a while they find a bench and settle down on it.
âSo, how you doing Timmy?â Dick asks looking at him.
Tim swings his feet backwards and forwards from where they hand over the edge of the bench, âIâm okay.â He answers.
Dick smiles at him, âYeah? I guess thatâs good then. Howâs Conner dealing with this situation?â
âHeâs trying,â Tim tells him, âI think me being this age has made him realise that he wants kids. A few times Iâve caught him with this dreamy look on his face like heâs imaging the future or something, but heâs doing what he can.â
âThink heâs father material?â Dick asks looking amused.
âI think he is yeah, canât say the same for myself however.â
Dick leans over and ruffles his hair, âAwww TimmyâŠâ He coos out.
âDick!â Tim exclaims and tries to bat the mans hands away, that just encourages Dick more. Tim finds himself getting dragged along the bench and pulled into Dickâs lap, before he could do anything Dick was running his fingers all over his sides and underneath his armpits and Tim couldnât contain the squeal of laughter that bubbled up inside of him.
Once Dick was done tickling him, Tim was out of breath and his face was hurting from smiling so much. Dick stands up and picks him up. Placing Tim on his hip he says, âCome on, weâll get a few rides in by the time the park closes. Oh by the way I love your shirt.â
Tim looks down at his shirt and sees the Wonder Woman pattern on it, âYeah, Kon picked it up. It was either this or Superman.â
Dick barks out a laugh, âBrilliant, how the hell did he manage to get you in those? Do you have a batman one?â Tim chooses not to comment; however his silence gives Dick the answer heâs looking for. The man letâs out a gasp before laughing, âOh you do! thatâs brilliant! Weâll have to get you in that around the Manor at some point.â
âShut up.â Tim pouts.
They walk around until Dick comes up to a ride, Tim looks up at Dick with a questioning look, âThe carousel?â
Dick looks at him wide eyed, âYes the carousel, itâll be fun.â
Dick moves over to where the queue was supposed to be but fortunately it was empty and they managed to get straight onto the ride. They walk around the ride and Dick chooses them a horse to sit on, he picks up Tim and places him on the horses back, then heâs lifting himself up onto it right behind him. Tim feels Dick getting in close and he leans back into the manâs chest, Dickâs arms come up and grab the pole in front of them and effectively boxes Tim in so he canât fall off.
Soon enough the ride starts up and cheerful music begins to play in the background. Slowly, their horse goes up and down and the ride starts to spin around, after a few times around it begins to pick up speed on the spinning.
Itâs not the most exciting ride heâs been on but when he looks up at Dick and sees a huge smile on his brotherâs face, Tim couldnât help but smile too. After that the ride was a lot lighter and Tim enjoyed it a little more. It ends after 3 minutes or so, the horses stop moving and the spinning slows down to a halt. Once given the all clear Dick getâs off the horse first and then helps Tim off it and they make their way to the exit.
As they walk in another direction Dick says, âI love those rides, they always remind me of Haleyâs, you know, the horses, the bright colours and cheerful music.â
Tim looks up at Dick and sends him a smile, no wonder he wanted to go on it then. Dick looks down and then squints at Tim. When he doesnât look away Tim begins to feel uncomfortable under his gaze, âDick?â
Dick draws back, âSorry, but Iâve just realised that you would have been this height when you came to Hayleyâs. You really are small.â
Tim pouts at the last comment, âThanks, and yeah more or less, but remember you werenât that tall when you were in Hayleyâs either.â
Dick lets out a laugh and shrugs, âIâm okay with that,â He reaches down and grabs Timâs hand, âNow come on, thereâs another ride I want to take you on.â
Tim letâs Dick drag him along, though he has to take twice as many steps as the man because of his tiny legs making it difficult to keep up. By the time they get to the ride Dick wants to go on Timâs all worn out again, he curses his current body for not having enough stamina. Looking at where they are Tim sees elephant shaped planes going around in circles.
Dick leads him through the entrance and over to where the line is. They donât have to wait long as the ride that was going on comes to a stop. Once all the people have left they were allowed on, Dick leads him around the ride and goes to an empty elephant. Like with the carousal, Dick picks him up and places him in the elephant and then gets in himself. They strap up and wait for the ride to start.
A few minutes later the ride starts and Tim instantly sees people shoot up into the air, unexpectantly at that point the elephant theyâre in goes shooting upwards and Tim lets out a yelp at the sudden movement. Next to him Dick was laughing. âNot funny.â Tim tells him.
Thatâs how most of the ride went, with Dick randomly changing their height. Tim wonât lie and say that it didnât give him a bit of a thrill but it was just as annoying. He went from watching everything around him to watching Dickâs hand on the small lever that controlled their height, in the end he pushed Dickâs hand off it and took control of it himself.
Eventually the ride slows down and comes to a stop and Dick and Tim exit it. They walk out and head in a random direction, thatâs when a cheerful tune rings out of Dickâs pocket. They stop walking and Dick brings out his phone and answers it.
A few moments later Dickâs hanging up and grinning down at Tim, âRight Baby Bird, apparently Lian is now out for the count, the dayâs finally caught up on her and Iâm willing to bet that you wonât be far behind either. Weâve arranged for everyone to meet at the entrance so we can get going, weâve got one more night in the hotel then first thing tomorrow we head back for the Manor.â
âSounds like a plan,â Tim says looking up at him.
âGlad you approve,â Dick smiles back.
Before Dick could walk off Tim lifts his arms up in the âpick me upâ fashion. Dick watches him with an amused expression before rolling his eyes and bending down to pick him up. He places Tim on his hip and Tim leans his head on Dickâs shoulder as the man begins to walk in the direction of the entrance.
âThanks for keeping your promise,â Tim mumbles to him, once again he feels the tiredness taking over him.
Tim feels a hand come up to his head and as it starts to stroke his hair, âOf course Timmy, sorry I was late.â
âThatâs okay.â
He has no idea how long it had been but suddenly he finds that theyâve made it to the entrance where everyone was already waiting. Jon was excitedly talking to Kon, Roy and Jason, Lian was fast asleep in Royâs arms, Jason was holding the giant teddy bear in his arms and was wearing the Green Lantern cap that Kon had brought earlier on and Damian stood just to the side not interacting with anyone.
They reach the group and Dick bends down to place Tim on the floor, which Tim wasnât pleased about but he uses the opportunity to walk over to Kon. He finds the meta standing there smiling at him as he approaches, âHey, have fun?â
âI did, did you?â Tim asks back. When Kon nods he finally sees the bag that heâs holding. Pointing to it he asks, âWhatâs that?â
âOh, I went back to that superhero shop that we went into and brought a few things.â
Tim rolls his eyes at that, god knows what Kon has brought.
âRight shall we get going?â Dick calls out to the group. Everyone then started to pile out of the entrance. They make their way back to the hotel and then all separate according to where their rooms are located. They made arrangements to meet early in the morning hence why theyâve called it an early night.
Tim doesnât really pay attention to anything. The walk from the park to the hotel Kon had been carrying him, then once inside the hotel room he allowed Kon to get him ready as he didnât really have the energy to do himself. Soon enough he found himself curled up under the covers on the bed of their room in his pyjamas and just about ready to fall asleep. He doesnât submit to sleep until Kon was in the bed with him, once he was Tim curls into Konâs side and soaks up the heat coming off him and then he allows himself to finally go to sleep.
Everything in the morning was a blur, from packing their things to traveling to the airport to then getting on the jet and flying home. The travel takes up most of the morning and they end up having breakfast on the plane. They spend most of their time sharing different stories of the previous day and having a laugh about what gag gifts theyâve each brought for people.
Once they were in Gotham it was then traveling from the airport and back to the Manor and by mid-afternoon they finally make it back to the Manor.
Dickâs the first one up the steps, getting the keys he opens the door and heads in first. Everyone else follows him, they pile in the hallway and dump all of their things on the floor. From where he was standing Dick stretches, âHome sweet home,â he comments.
âIndeed, home sweet home.â A new voice speaks out.
Everyone shares a wide-eyed look before looking in the direction to where the voice came from. Standing there in an expensive suit with hands in his pockets was the famous Bruce Wayne.
âCare to tell me whatâs going on?â
#Tiny Tim#part ten#timkon#Tim Drake#Kon-El#dick grayson#Jason Todd#roy harper#lian harper#disney world#fanfiction
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