#Drake got violated

[3rainrot]

Kendrick Lamar back to back to back

[verymuchablog42]

i do not care what nora says, there is no way andrew minyard is misoginistic

[artemismoorea03]

DPxDC Prompt: Who's Child Is This?

Inspired by an ICarly Clip. "Mr. Wayne, we have your son here."

Bruce blinked, then checked the number on the phone. It was from the police station. He then looked around the table which had fallen silent when Alfred had brought him the phone.

Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, and Damian were all accounted for. Even Jon was there so they couldn't have misidentified him as his kid.

"Which one?" Bruce chose to ask.

"Tim Drake."

Bruce looked at Tim specifically as he tilted his head confused. "Are you sure?"

"Oh yeah, Mr. Wayne, we know your boys by now."

"Right... alright, I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Can I ask on why Tim has been taken into custody?"

Tim tilted his head even further while some of the others around the table started chuckling.

"He was found trespassing near the new Axion Labs at the edge of the city. The owner chose not to press charges so we're sending him home in your custody."

"I see, I'll be there soon. Thank you for the call."

"Of course, Mr. Wayne, we'll see you soon."

Bruce ended the call then looked at his kids. "Apparently, Tim has been arrested for trespassing near the Axion Labs construction site."

"And you didn't even invite me?" Dick chuckled at Tim, "We could have had so much fun together."

Tim scrunched his nose at the idea. "No way, that whole area is an OSHA violation. If I went there it wouldn't be out of costume, whoever that kid is was risking his life just walking within a block of it."

"Well, I'm going to go down there and see what 'Tim' was thinking." Bruce got out of his seat, "I'll be back soon."

"New brother?" Cass asked as Damian growled.

"We're going to assume no for now, but we may have another for dinner depending on what's going on."

"I will prepare another seat while you are gone, Master Bruce."

"Thanks, Alfred. I'll be back soon."

-

When Bruce walked into the police station he immediately noticed 'Tim' sitting in front of one of the officers desks. It was a newer officer and it was clear that neither Detective Montoya or Commissioner Gordon were in or somebody would have noticed that this kid definitely wasn't Tim.

Yes, the kid had black hair which was on the shorter side but his hair fell in front of his face more than Tim would wear it, and his eyes were unnaturally blue. He was pale in an old hoodie, blue jeans, and red shoes. The biggest difference though was that this kid looked like he was only pushing 15, not 17. Yes, he looked quite a bit like Tim but anybody who had spent more than five minutes with Tim Drake would know they weren't the same person.

"Mr. Wayne." The officer called as Bruce walked over, looking at the kid.

He was thin and pale, which a tired look on his face. He also shrunk away from Bruce when he walked over.

Bruce knew what a kid in trouble looked like. So he smiled down at the kid. "You know, Tim, when I said you could go to the lab to do your science homework I didn't expect you to go all the way to Axion Labs."

The kid looked at him, surprised then seemed to quickly catch on. "What can I say, I had to see what terrible science looked like. Sorry for making you come down here."

"It's fine, but are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, totally." He said, his hand subconsciously moving to his ribs as though he was hurt.

"Alright then you are grounded."

"What?!" 'Tim' squeaked, "Come on-"

"Nope. You are ground... for... 'til... college."

"FOR 'TIL COLLEGE?!"

"For 'til college!"

The officer cleared his throat then held out a clipboard. "If you sign the red x's you can take your son and leave, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce took the papers, quickly looking over it and signing it. It was strange to see that all of the handwriting on the paperwork was adult writing. Had they even asked this kid his name? Once everything was signed he passed it back over to the officer who nodded.

"Looks good. Thanks Mr. Wayne and you stay out of trouble. The whole city knows your face. You're just lucky Mr. Masters didn't want to press charges."

"Yeah, so lucky." The kid rolled his eyes, then stood up and looked up at Bruce. "Can we go now?"

"Sure thing, chum. Come on." Bruce said, leading the kid out of the station and to the car. The kid seemed hesitant as he looked around, his eyes narrowing when they landed on a gentlemen with silver hair in a ponytail, only when the man smiled at 'Tim' did the kid speak up again.

"Come on, Dad, let's get out of here before the stalkers find us." He said, climbing in the front seat and closing the door, much to the annoyance of the silver haired man.

Bruce climbed in the front seat, buckling in and driving away from the station. "So... 'not Tim' what's your name?"

"Danny. Just Danny... sorry about all of that Mr. Wayne. That guy took one look at me and started calling me 'Tim' and when I tried to explain that I wasn't 'Tim' hey called me a liar. But if I gave them my real name then... somebody else was going to come collect me and I didn't want that. So... I let them call me Tim. I'm sorry, I hope it didn't put you out..."

"Not at all. But... are you okay? Why were you at Axion Labs?"

Danny seemed hesitant, "I... it sounds crazy."

"It's Gotham, kid. Crazy things happen all the time..."

"Right... well um... I-I was kidnapped from my home and taken to Axion Labs. I-I escaped and when I was trying to leave the grounds the police saw me and thought I was trespassing. Since the cops were I decided to play along with it..."

Bruce frowned, "Kidnapped? Is... is there somebody I can call?"

Danny shook his head. "I have an older sister who is probably going crazy looking for me but other than her and a couple of friends there wouldn't be anybody. My parents... they were kind of involved. They... they found out something about me and tried to hurt me, I ran to somebody I knew I couldn't trust because I thought maybe he would get his head out of his ass but I was just being an idiot." Danny hugged himself. "You can drop me off anywhere though, you don't have to bother yourself with me or my shit."

Bruce pulled to a stoplight and reached over to the kid who flinched, Bruce waited until he relaxed before Bruce patted his head. "I'm not going to just leave you on the street. Besides, it's late and by now my butler has already dished you some dinner. So at least for tonight you're welcome to stay with me and my kids. We'll get some food in your belly, make sure you're not wounded, let you call your sister, and find a way to get you home. Sound good?" He asked, moving his hand away.

Danny looked at Bruce, seeming a bit untrusting for a moment before he glanced at something near Bruce and relaxed. There was nothing with Bruce, he wasn't carrying anything, but whatever Danny was seeing was enough to put his mind at ease. "Okay... but if anybody tries anything be warned, I bite."

Bruce chuckled, "So do most of the others. You'll fit right in."

'But just what the hell is going on with this kid? Does it have anything to do with that man outside the police station? I've got to get to the bottom of this before this kid leaves, especially if he's still a target.'

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Bruce Wayne is used to ransom calls. They happen often enough despite his children's training, though it doesn't help that they sometimes purposely get themselves captured to later mock the kidnappers but he digressed.

This call was different. "We have Tim Drakes children" what did that even mean? Did they kidnap some random infants with black wisps of hair and blue eyes and just hope that Tim miiight have had a night of indiscretion in the last year or so to be concerned about?

Spoiler was the first on scene, actively teasing Red Robin about the whole fiasco. He swears they couldn't possibly be his and this had to be a scam of some kind. They had been assessing the situation from the rafters of the warehouse when another guy who looked like prime Batman Adoption Bait stormed the place and beat the crap out of the guys before zooming over to the infants.

The pair nodded at eachother and leaped down from the rafters and landed behind the man. He whirled around, holding the kids protectively to his chest, careful to support thier heads.

They asked him to confirm if he's the father which he did so readily. Red Robin got a wierd feeling though and asked to get a swab for testing, just to be sure.

The guy refused. That wasn't overly suspicious but the defensive way he acted was. Were these not his children? The bats chose to try a different tactic and asked him to wait for the police to arrive so they could confirm he was the twins father.

He ran.

Danny was having one of the worst days of his afterlife, and trust him, he's had some rough days. Being chased through Gotham at night by its local terrifying vigilantes while trying not to drop or harm the babies was hard, especially since he was trying to hide his powers. But really, what was he supposed to do?

He can't exactly just say "a ghost with genie powers overheard my mom wish for grandbabies from me and granted that wish but screwed us by making the other half of the babies DNA that of some random rich guy from another reality?" Cause thats going to go over soooo well.

Why do they care so much anyway? He doubts they're going to make the guy pay child support, not that Danny needs it. Then again its probably better to stay in this world where no one knows who he is and his children are safer...from his parents OSHA violations if nothing else.

Vlad couldn't enter this universe cause he couldn't get past the "source wall" whatever that was, but Danny and his babies had no problems so meh.

The bats had him cornered and hiding invisibly inside an abandoned arcade (why were so many places in this city abandoned???) the bats kept combing through the place looking for him. He knew they were about ready to give up looking for him when one of the babies sneezed.

The next thing he knew the littlest bat, Robin was right next to him, "Found you." Then he was knocked out.

[reaperlight]

Last line game!

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

Thanks @krisseratops for the tag! Oops, instructions unclear, I just plopped in a recent piece of wip I was working on (and added to it without thinking 😅

[Context: A scene of dramatic irony of Eddie, while drinking, getting righteous about Anne working for Drake post-breakup and ranting to Cletus (who in this au was never caught, is Eddie's friend, and Eddie does not yet know is an ACTUAL killer...)]

Eddie: She lied to me. Honestly fuck her for protecting him. I might as well welcome a *murderer* into my life.

Cletus, [looking uncomfortable]: Maybe she thought she had a good reason to keep it from you? It was her job wasn't it? Eddie, she trusted you. Even if you felt you had good cause that's not the point. She most likely felt like you violated that trust.

Eddie: God, I miss her so much. I want her back--

Cletus: Do you really want her back? Or do you want the idea of her? It sounds like you couldn't accept her. Her profession. Why would that change if you got back together? Relationships are about compromise--

Eddie: Like you'd know-- [instant regret] Shit I'm so sorry. That was a low blow and completely out of line.

Cletus: Yes it was. [sighs] Look Eddie, I know because I've read every self help book out there. Because I know I'm fucked up. But I want to be ready and capable of being the man she needs and deserves when I find her again. It doesn't matter how fucked up you are, what you've done in the past. You can do better moving forward. I've gotta believe that. I do believe that. For me, and for you.

Eddie: Okay... yeah, okay.

Cletus: I know you thought you were doing the right thing. And honestly, you were. In a just world you would have been rewarded instead of getting fucked over for trying to help people. But the world ain't just and also you gotta see it from her perspective. From Anne's point of view whatever your reasons you still violated her trust and, as far as she's concerned, you got yourself and her fired for nothing. You really should apologize to her if you wanna have any kind of relationship with her in the future.

Eddie: So you think I was wrong to try and go against Drake?

Cletus: No. Hell no, you weren't wrong. In fact I'm proud of you. Few people would have the guts. But you just need to be more strategic about these things, you know? Gotta remember the consequences. What is my objective here, what might it cost me? Or the people close to me? Like hypothetically if I strangled everyone that annoyed me I would be in jail right now. You gotta at least make sure they can't trace it back to you.

Tagging, if you wanna do it...

@galadhir @ruindunburnit @pulchrasilva @pyreneese @symbiotic-slime @hell-if-i-know-dudette @rodeokid @harperhug @purple-slimy @frankenbolt

[locustsend]

drake got on his response and fucked around that's why kendrick had to violate him two times in the same day

[lesb0]

when you say porn is filming rape and trafficking what do you mean or where did you learn that? i almost got into the industry when i was dating a girl who was up & coming in the industry, but as i met more and more women i was startled by how many of us are survivors of childhood sexual abuse! and i am one too. the only time i’ve met that many survivors in one place is literally in support groups. there were also a couple instances i heard where women would say their consent was violated in some way with a popular male actor and not much happens, sometimes the male actor is dropped from that production company but then makes his own or moves to a different one. it isn’t always like that, i’ve met many women who said they enjoyed their job a lot and i did know women who were self sufficient away from professional porn, they would do pro shoots when they wanted (but didn’t necessarily need) more money. i think most of them would say they enjoyed what they do.

i’ve also met full service sex workers and all of them said they wanted to be able to stop doing that and hopefully get into porn instead. the two aren’t mutually exclusive though. when i asked “if you felt that you could do something else with your career, would you?” sometimes they seemed hesitant to answer, and sometimes they would say “nope, i like what i’m doing!” i think it would be offensive if i didn’t believe them so i did, i believed they had agency as women and i don’t want to patronize or infantilize them. but i was aware the choice to stay in the career is a choice made under patriarchy. i worried for my reputation because you can only do the job for so long, and i didn’t know many women 50+ or what they do after their career slows. i knew one over 40 who has her own production company.

all that was enough for me to steer myself away from porn. there’s something called The Whorearchy and what I wanted to do was be at the top where cam girls, only fans, and amateur self-owned productions were - and then sometimes choose to do professional porn with my girlfriend and a female producer. i knew many women who were happy doing it this way. still, i felt it really wasn’t worth it. i’d rather be poor now and wealthy in old age than the other way around.i was told saying they film rape and trafficking is a popular “swerf” talking point, and i’ve heard conservatives say it too. the statement conjures an image of women on drugs in dank and dirty rooms being told what to do by their pimps. the majority of the women in the porn industry i did know were seriously offended by people saying that, especially those in their amateur productions or doing cam work. however the truth was that they and i knew that once you were famous it would make it difficult to do anything else outside of adult industries. some would say we are all coerced to do work and the industry is abusive not because it’s sex work but because it’s under capitalism. i support decriminalization laws and destigmatization that make life harder for sex workers and increase violence against them.

so when you say that statement do you mean it’s because women can’t leave the industry without serious financial hardship so their consent is not full consent? i’m wondering if there is something i don’t already know.

thank you so much terra!

Yeah I mean porn and sex work as an industrial complex has a systemic structure in which women are tricked into accepting large sums of money, trips, vacations, gifts, drugs, etc on high profile "dates" and then told she will need to "work it off". Sometimes it's filmed, that's how the porn industry thrives now. it's become much easier via influencers and only fans to facilitate this kind of "glamour" trafficking and rape. It's not that they'll leave with a big debt, it's more that they'll make her murder look like a suicide.

Celebrities like prince, drake, diddy, have made money from these kinds of yachting trafficking rings for decades. My ex was in this lifestyle as a dominatrix and stripper before she became trans masc, has to change her name and identity and address every few years. it was all extremely traumatic. I have nothing against girls who stay in the industry but it is absolutely not "just a job".

[detective-inspector-her]

Please talk about the dynamics in the Fey AU it’s so fascinating

Fae AU it is!

So I've spoken about Valkyrie and the Fae themselves, but I haven't talked about the outside.

Gordon figured out that his niece had been replaced quite quickly but was unable to convince Desmond and Melissa. He went to Fergus and explained what happened, but Fergus was unable to think of anything they could do. Carol and Crystal overheard this conversation.

Gordon read this among many Fae stories and asked Skulduggery if it was a true event. Skulduggery confirmed that it was, though the names had been changed and when he remembered this, Gordon tried to follow this method to get Stephanie to leave.

Now, there's this story:

A YOUNG woman, whose name was Mary Scannell, lived with her husband not many years ago at Castle Martyr. One day in harvest time she went with several more to help in binding up the wheat, and left her child, which she was nursing, in a corner of the field, quite safe, as she thought, wrapped up in her cloak. When she had finished her work, she returned where the child was, but in place of her own child she found a thing in the cloak that was not half the size, and that kept up such a crying you might have heard it a mile off: so she guessed how the case was, and, without stop or stay, away she took it in her arms, pretending to be mighty fond of it all the while, to a wise woman, who told her in a whisper not to give it enough to eat, and to beat and pinch it without mercy, which Mary Scannell did; and just in one week after to the day, when she awoke in the morning, she found her own child lying by her side in the bed ! The fairy that had been put in its place did not like the usage it got from Mary Scannell, who understood how to treat it, like a sensible woman as she was, and away it went after the week's trial, and sent her own child back to her.

Stephanie, however, wasn't there for her own violation. Stephanie, like most of the Changelings that replaced Skulduggery's 'pets', didn't want to be there. At first, she wanted nothing more than to leave but was terrified of Skulduggery.

Slowly, she got used to her life and started loving it. She didn't want Valkyrie to come back and quite frankly, didn't believe Valkyrie was still alive.

About five years after Valkyrie was taken, Nefarian Drake was swapped with Nefarian Serpine. He took on the name Serpine so no Fae could take his name, but he was smart enough to know that Serpine probably had enemies. Nefarian was still a murderer, just not Skulduggery's family's murderer.

Of course, no one knows he's gone because Serpine is disguised as him, but the murders are done differently, attracting the attention of Remus Crux. He begrudgingly takes it to Gordon, who has written several stories about how stupid he is, and Gordon decides that Serpine is a Fae and later realises who he is.

Gordon takes a few weapons and meets Skulduggery in a spot he knew the Fae hung around a lot. They talk, Skulduggery confirms that a human took Serpine's place and before he leaves Gordon asks how Valkyrie is. Skulduggery walks away while humming merrily so Gordon assumes she's still alive and kicking.

Of course, Alice was born a year and a half before this happened and Gordon knows that Fae are watching his family due to rumours of their bloodline and its connection to the Fae world. He finally confronts Stephanie, who's grown comfy in her new life.

Stephanie promises to protect Alice in his place and when Gordon asks what she means, she attacks him on Skulduggery's orders. He fights back but is losing and before she manages to kill him, Carol rams into her and dies fighting Stephanie. Crystal watched the whole thing.

The murder is placed on Ian Moore who had attacked the family once before and beat himself up in his cell after a year of being stuck. It just so happened that he was in the area and actually coming after them.

A few months later, another swap is made. Oisín Auger Caddock's parents decided that their son didn't live up to their image and so made a deal with the Fae. They got a Changeling capable of living up to their standards, and the Fae got to keep their son.

Fortunately for him, the Fae they made the deal with was Fletcher, interrupting the worse kinds of Fae who'd have used him as a slave. He tells the child to pick a new name and he picks Omen. Fletcher introduces him to Valkyrie, who grows attached immediately.

Auger's first few weeks with the Caddocks are alright, but after a few months, he wants to go back due to their treatment of him. Unfortunately, because the deal was made by Fletcher who doesn't leave the Fae world often, he's trapped. He makes a few friends that make his life bearable though and he isn't malicious.

Another thing to mention is that while all of this is happening, Valkyrie still looks twelve, Fletcher has looked fourteen for years, and Omen will look seven. Fletcher is aware of this fact and deals with it in his own way but he knows Valkyrie won't take it well and keeps it from her.

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[oldhabitsdiescrming]

drake got fuckin' VIOLATED. good riddance bitch !!

[mycroftrh]

Whumptober 2023 Masterpost

For the first time ever, I'm a completionist!!! Links to all fics are below the cut. (There are fewer than 31 because I combined a lot of prompts.) All works are General Audiences. Fandoms are Batfamily, Moon Knight, Loki (TV), Thor (MCU), and Avengers (MCU, 2012 era).

Batfamily

Eyes, 1,709 words, Hurt/Comfort, Mind Control, Dick & Bruce

The Batmobile pulled into the Cave accompanied by more of Dick’s happy chatter. Bruce got out first, Dick bounding out the passenger door to his side. Bruce pulled down his cowl. “Good job, today, Dick,” he said, and Dick looked up at him, grinning widely - And froze. He felt like a baby rabbit under the gaze of a wolf, prey looking at a predator, flashing teeth longer than his limbs - there was something wrong with Bruce’s eyes - his eyes, they - And then it was gone.

like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon, 661 words, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters

Tim was 10 when he figured out Batman and Robin’s second secret: they were monsters. It was a secret that wasn’t a secret; everyone said that Batman was a vampire. Few knew it was actually true. Everyone said Robin was fey, was impish. But those were just adjectives, weren’t they? It was when Tim was 12 that he realized that the Second Secret was a problem. Jason was the first human who had ever been a hero in Gotham - Tim didn’t know yet what Batwoman and Batgirl were, but they were certainly not human - and Jason had died. And Batman would never accept another human as Robin.

Mayday, 498 words, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Songfic

“Red Robin to the Justice League. Can anyone hear me? I’m - I’ve been - it’s been five hours, if anyone can hear me, please respond. Please.”

Experience, 779 words, Abuse Recovery, Dick & Tim

Damian fears the consequences of failure. Tim has some experience with that, and tries to help.

Just a Few More Days, 2,668 words, Bipolar Tim Drake, Good Parent Bruce Wayne

Tim can keep this hidden, for just a few more days. It's fine. He's fine. He just needs to keep Batman from noticing anything for a few more days, and then he'll be back in top condition.

These Days, 2,839 words, Bipolar Tim Drake, Dick & Tim

“Are you on something?” Tim froze in place for a moment, then whirled around. “What the fuck?” “I don’t know! You’re acting so off! You just cussed at me twice for no reason, you’re being sloppy - ” “I cussed at you because you’re being an ass, and I’m not sloppy!” (Tim has a hypomanic/mixed episode.)

Getting Better, 1,112 words, Self-Harm, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Dick & Tim

Dick glanced over from where he was warming up on some rings and his eyes widened ever so slightly. “Tim,” he said carefully, “when did you get injured?” Tim’s stomach sank abruptly. He dropped out of the backbend, his shirt falling back down over his side. “Hm? Oh, that’s just from - “ Tim paused and furrowed his eyebrows. He looked down at the floor and took a deep breath. “I was going to lie, but that wouldn’t do anyone any good,” he said. “It’s, um. I did it. It’s fine, I - the cuts aren’t bad.” “Oh, Tim,” Dick sighed. He dropped down to the ground. “Can I see?”

Is There Room For One More Son?, 372 words, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Tim’s always the one left on the edge, left out, left behind.

MCU

Moon Knight

The Broken, The Beaten, & The Damned, 1,241 words, Angst with a Happy Ending, Steven & Marc & Jake

Will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, & the damned? Steven, Marc, and Jake all save each other.

Loki (TV)

Ethical Violations, 1,081 words, Torture

Mobius raised his eyebrows. “Have we been dabbling in ethical violations, Ravonna?” “For far longer than you know,” Ravonna answered, and pushed a button. And Loki screamed.

Avengers (2012 MCU era)

The Flashback Blanket, 1,936 words, Panic Attack/Flashback, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Loki/Tony

Loki was pressed against a wall, green flickering sickeningly around his hands, eyes tinged red. Thor threw himself towards him as Steve grabbed for the shield. “Wait, hang on! Back off!” Tony, armorless, darted in between them, hand held out warningly not to Loki but to Thor and Steve, gesturing them back. “Give him some room, for fuck’s sake - “ he said as he all but shoved them away from Loki. “Stand away, Anthony, he will harm you.”

Thor (MCU)

Pray, 245 words, Canonical Character Death, Suicide

The first time Loki died, he was a young child. He fell into an iced-over pond and froze to death. He was brought back by healers, he was told, although later in life he wondered if that was true.

[scarlethood]

Your post about Tim thinking the worst of people reminds me of in Young Justice when Tim had an internal monologue about how he didn't trust Kon and wasn't sure who he could trust.

Then promptly had it revealed that Kon (he got in a fight with Kon) didn't 100% trust him and some of his other teammates (including Bart and Cassie) didn't 100% trust him either and was so upset he quit the team for a bit.

Tim is untrusting and judgemental but literally cannot seem take it the other way round sometimes.

Yes exactly! He can be incredibly harsh to the people around him and at times even to himself but acts like it's an indicator of a moral failing when other people don't fall at his feet. It's incredibly hypocritical. He does this to Steph and his Brentwood companions as well during his Robin run. He'll be violating their privacy and autonomy, but as soon as they get mad at him he just can't understand why and they're being really aggressive about it!

And don't get me wrong I do like it as part of his character!! It can be fun to watch his thought process knowing he's being completely delusional... But it can also be straight up infuriating... I have mixed feelings about Tim Drake.

[stxrliasfics]

TW: MENTIONS OF SA; GROOMING. PLEASE SCROLL IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

I wanted to share my takes on the Pod Meets World ep and the new Quiet on Set documentary that is out. This is going to be a long-winded blog post. I'll put a keep reading divider up so that no one will be bombarded while scrolling through their dash. I'd like to have a civil, adult conversation about this so if you decide to join in, please keep it mature.

In light of recent events with the whole Pod Meets World episode and the Quiet on the Set documentary coming out, it really opened my eyes more. I think a lot of fans have parasocial relationships with these stars, holding them on a pedestal, and forgetting that they are still real human beings who are prone to doing shitty human things. This is a reminder for me too. This is something I definitely need to break out of. And I'm mentioning this because it really did hurt to hear Drake Bell's story and how he really didn't get an apology. If what he said was true about Will and Rider only coming out with their episode after being notified about the documentary, then they deserve all the heat that they get. At first, I commended them for telling their stories on that creep Brian Peck and discussing their feelings during the court case. But now it seems disingenuous. I haven't gotten to watch the documentary aside from tidbits because I don't have a streaming service that I could watch it on, unless it comes on cable. And I haven't gotten to see the full Pod Meets World episode apart from the clips of Will talking so I plan on catching up and educating myself as much as I can. The guys apparently weren't told what was going on in the case and were blindsided by this. In no way am I doubting that they were groomed as well. But Drake mentioned that they were told everything by Peck before they wrote the letters and still decided to write them. That's insane in itself. As a CSA survivor and someone who was groomed and sexually harassed by an older "friend", it was disheartening to hear that my favorite actors were pretty much complicit and trying to save themselves when they realized their dirty work was being unsealed. And I didn't want to believe it when I read more on the info last night but it served me a reminder that these were real people outside of the characters. Obviously I know that, but Boy Meets World is one of my comfort shows and obsessions so it hurt to hear that. Although I enjoy the characters, I have to keep reminding myself not to get attached to the actors and actresses who play them. I brought the parasocial relationship thing up because that's what it felt like was radiating from the BMW reddit forum as well. Some of the people there were up in arms to defend them, saying "It was a different time period. They were told that Drake was coming on to Peck." DOES THAT NOT SOUND INSANE?? I’m pretty sure that they were told Drake was underaged, I can't remember too much from the podcast clips. If they knew, how did they not question it more before coming to court and writing the letters?? Not to mention that other people were reached out to write a letter for Brian and many declined. Were they already told about the case?? Were they only given small details just like Will and Rider?? My guess is that they already sensed how weird Peck was and got a bad feeling from his request. I would've thought that Will and Rider would have more common sense in something like this. But again, I don't know these people personally. None of their fans do.

And I will repeat once again, I'm not invalidating the guys' experience with Peck either. I wouldn't put it past Hollywood that the cast of BMW were all groomed and violated when they were younger too. The adults could've even been violated just as easily as well. From the clips that I've seen of Will talking about Peck, he seemed very genuine and remorseful. I’m sure that they were regretful. It's just that after hearing what Drake said about them not apologizing and them making the episode after the doc announcement, it feels off. Will admitted that he would like to apologize to Drake personally and Drake apparently isn't interested in an apology. Who can blame him? Would I accept an apology from anyone who stood up for my abuser? I don't think so. And Will had time to reach out to Drake before. Was it embarrassment that stopped him? And Brian could’ve very well lied to them. My own groomer is still walking around lying and gaining support from others.

The best research I could do was from forums, comment sections, and small clips, so please bear with me. I will educate myself more on the matter. But I felt the pain of every child actor that was affected because it reminded me of my own experiences and I'm upset with this new knowledge. We, of course, know what Drake was convicted of. I'm not mentioning that to take away from his trauma nor side with what he's done. But I've seen some people bring up this point at the mention of his experience with Brian Peck, invalidating him being sexually assaulted by this man. Firstly, I think that's absurd. We can still feel sympathy for Drake even if he isn't a good person.

The fact that Dan Schneider and Brian Peck are able to walk free TO THIS FUCKING DAY MAKES ME SICK!!! How the fuck was Peck only given 16 months in jail?????? They would've both been a bag of fucking bones by now underneath the cement of the jail if they hurt my kid. My next question is, what do we do about the child stars who are apart of these companies now? The ones who are still getting deals with Disney and Nickelodeon?? Just because Schneider and Peck were called out doesn't mean that ALL of the pedos under these companies are gone. All of the children affected deserve justice.

[hils79]

Hils Watches Only Friends - Ep 1

Right! Time to start a new drama. I've been meaning to watch Only Friends for ages because it's got so many people I like in it. From what I've been told it's about a bunch of people making bad decisions so I guess I'll either enjoy it or get annoyed. At least they're adults and not students for a change.

Time to play GMM bingo. I definitely know him from something else. OH THAT'S BOOK!

And there's my beloved First who isn't angsty or crying therefore I'm confused

Oh but First and Khaotung are bickering after they literally just met. That very much is business as usual.

And of course where there is Book there is also Force. I'm looking forward to seeing them in a slightly more meaty drama. Both of them were too good for Enchante

Oh and there's Neo. Wow I didn't realise how many of my favourites are in this.

Oh, I guess they are students. Still, it does seem to have a more mature vibe. Kind of the same way Not Me did. They were students in that too but it felt more adult.

I'm not sure opening a legit business just to pass your uni course is the best or most legal idea? Don't you need permits and shit?

Well it's going to have to be either First or Force since those are the only two who aren't here

Oh and there's Mark. I wonder if this will finally be the drama where he gets a nice boyfriend. I know technically he got one in My School President but it mostly happened offscreen and I was mad about it.

Well he's looking at Neo (I'll learn their character names eventually) like this so maybe they will end up together?

Neo is clearly also into it. I'm half expecting them to just fuck on the counter of this store

Okay, I am obsessed with this drama already. He just very obviously gave Nick the once over to make his interest known.

I knew it would be one of them. Also I am loving the soundtrack to this drama.

You literally just met him

Oh, and there's Drake. I haven't seen him in anything for a while.

Harsh, but Khaotung was about drive home while wasted

Well, I had the wrong couple but someone fucked on a counter

Okay, you don't need to slut shame your friend to explain why you don't want to lose your viriginity to a dude you just met

Poor First does not deserve this

Khaotung has spent a lot of this episode puking

God, I love him so much. Even when he's playing someone grumpy and annoyed he still manages to look devastatingly yearning

Okay, we are definitely into mature territory here. Nick is jerking off to nudes on Boston's phone that Boston left with him to fix. I've never seen a Thai BL like this before. I mean I'm probably too ace for the amount of fucking that is happening but it's so interesting to see something different like this

Everyone else: super horny or too drunk to be super horny Mew: let's get to know each other before we fuck please and thank you

God, I really top Top doesn't turn out to be an asshole who loses interest once he's had sex with Mew. They are too cute!

I love them!

Why has he got a set of gym lockers in his apartment?

Definitely not because I violated your privacy and jerked off to your private photos

Duuuuuude! I mean to be fair Boston is probably into a hot guy taking nudes with his phone but still!

Okay, now they actually are having sex in the store. Called it.

Ah, shit! I've hit the tumblr image limit! I guess to be continued in part 2?

[fearsomeandwretched]

Yeah yeah Dan Schneider should be under the jail but what about BRIAN PECK who groomed, raped, and sexually violated Drake Bell who was a child in the most disgusting ways imaginable. He got 16 months for that, continued to work in kids TV, and is just walking around a free man now. He does have to register as a sex offender but it isn't enough imo

[mysticonsheadcanons]

Mysticons Sharise's Dad Episode: Surprise.

Note: This is based on a post I made about Sharise's backstory.

The Mysticons are hanging out in the stronghold when there is a knock at the door. Sharise sees and hugs him, introducing him as her dad, Lydor. Arkayna remembers Sharise talking about her anthroplogist father. Lydor then reveals that he's not just there to visit, and says that he wants Sharise to quit being a Mysticon. Sharise storms off.

Sharise is wandering around the undercity when she sees a statue that wasn't there before. She initially doesn't think much of it, but then it sprays out some kind of acid. Sharise pushes a kid out of the way, and while the kid gets out completely fine, Sharise gets a little bit of the acid on her arm, giving herself a slight burn. A cart behind them, which got most of the acid sprayed on it, gets destroyed. Sharise calls the others.

Lydor goes with the other Mysticons to meet Sharise, and mentions how she wanted Sharise to have a calm, stable life, and that's why he left Sharise with her uncle while he travelled for work. Zarya points out how Zaros treated Sharise, and Piper adds how happy Sharise is as a Mysticon, and how they're happy to have Sharise on the team. Lydor promises to think about letting Sharise stay as a Mysticon.

They meet up with Sharise, and Lydor sees the burn on Sharise's arm and tells her that he won't let Sharise continue being a Mysticon, as he doesn't want Sharise hurt any worse. Sharise insists that she'll be a Mysticon with or without her dad's permission, and says that Lydor has no right to try and contrl her life after leaving her with his uncle. Em suggests that they at least finish this mission, hoping to stop the two from arguing.

Since they don't have any leads on who made the statue, they decide to ask around. They find some orphans, who said that a mean person used an acid sprayer to scare them out of a building they were living in. They lead Lydor and the Mysticons there, and Arkayna tells them to wait outside, as it may be dangerous in the building.

They sneak in, and soon find a human female scientist, talking on the phone about how she can take any land and any house that she wants in the city, including having complete control of the undercity. Lydor recognizes her as a former professor at the University of Drake City, where he works, but was kicked out due to ethical violations. A fight ensues, and the scientist is defeated. However, no one notices her pressing a button on a remote.

The Mysticons and Lydor are checking to make sure that the area is safe for the oprhans to live in when suddenly, some acid begins filling the room. They all manage to get on some furniture, but Lydor mentions how the acid is melting the furniture, so they won't be safe for long. Piper guesses that Sharise's powers to create grease may make the acid weaker, but Em and Sharise both point out that they don't know if Sharise's powers are an acid or base (Science note: Basically, acidity is based on a scale from 0-14. Below 7 is an acid, 7 is neutral, and above 7 is a base), and if it's either neutral , or an acid, it wouldn't work. Sharise does mention that it's slippery, hinting that it's a base, and tries it. The acid neutralizes enough for them to escape, and Zarya calls her mom to request a team that specializes in cleaning chemicals cleans out the building. Queen Goodfey agrees, and Lydor notices how Queen Goodfey is concerned for her daughters by asking if they're alright during the call, but supposrts them being Mysticons.

Lydor apoligizes for trying to take Sharise away from the Mysticons, and admits that while he doesn't like Sharise being in danger, he is happy to see Sharise being around people who truly cares for her. He also says that, given what he's heard from Zarya about Zaros, he is glad Sharise has somewhere else to stay. He gives the Mysticons his number and tells them to call him if Sharise is hurt, and he'll come as soon as he can, no matter if he's in Drake City or off to another country.

[amateurwind]

Chapter 6

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Financial District.

Red Robin was on the hunt.

He’s crouched on a gargoyle high above the streets of Gotham. Staring down as the sounds of life drifted up. The honk of horns, the shriek of brakes, and the steady murmur of engines are all present. His eyes scan every street. Part of him wishes that the dark alleys of Gotham would just yield and tell him everything he wants to know.

This was getting ridiculous. He’d been searching for weeks. He could find nothing even hinting towards the court of Owls. If he hadn't been involved he probably never would have known of their existence. His nights are now entirely devoted to exploring leads, only for them to fall flat. He’s running on fumes. Caffeine pills and positive thinking will only get you so far. He huffs slightly, pressing his fingers to his eyes.

These last weeks have been disappointing. Not only that but strange. After that two-day gap, he’s had this pervasive sense of anticipation. He could also swear someone is following him. Though he's never been able to catch them he's sure they’re there. Though it could also be paranoia from how much caffeine he's had. If only Alfred could see him now. The grandfatherly butler would be so disappointed in him. The elder would certainly have many things to say about his habits.

‘Well, it isn’t like I've got a choice.” Tim thinks.

He knows he pushing himself but he can’t stop now. Even if he could bring himself to relax long enough to rest he wouldn’t. When he does manage to sleep his dreams are plagued with sinister whispers and images of owls. It's absolute torture when even the safety of sleep is violated. He has no peace. He’s noticed a few more gaps in his memory as well. Just a few minutes here and an hour or so there. He should probably be more concerned about that than he is. But he just can't muster up the energy to worry about it. Honestly, it was kinda a relief when he started a meeting then blinked and it was over. It was just annoying. And then not half as annoying as the status of this case.

He has found nothing on the court of owls. Only the barest mentions here and there, mainly conspiracy blogs. He can attribute most of his suspicions to those blogs but still nothing verified. Whoever these people were they kept a tight reign on all information about them. That was the only explanation. If these people were as powerful as they seemed they would need to have agents everywhere. Which means there are weak points. There needed to be a way around everything. Nothing is impenetrable, just look at the Great Wall of China. There is always a way.

He went back to Drake Manor.

He forgot one thing though. His parents did not agree with the digital movement. He privately cursed their generation while he sifted around his parents' old filing cabinets. But he got what he needed. His parents' old Financial records and business documents yielded little results.

He’d made quick work of scanning the document to his case file when he went home. One thing that stood out was the funding for his parent's archeological expeditions. His parents had; had a few benefactors throughout their careers. According to the documents he was able to find; there had been mention of one main patron… Avian Finance. Thus the reason he was here standing on the rooftop just across the lane from Avian Financial.

He needed a direct connection to their servers if he was going to have any hope of finding what he needed. Honestly breaking in from his perch would have been fine as well, but he wanted certain he got everything. That and he wanted to fly.

His patrols these last weeks had been more of a game of ‘Avoid the Bats’. He runned into them one too many times for it to be mere coincidence. He wasn't stupid he knew a set up when he saw one. He could only hope they would get the hint and leave him be. He didn't have time to figure out their behavior change. He didn't need any more confusion right now.

Red does a visual swipe before grappling across to the adjacent roof. Tucking just before he lands and exciting a perfect roll. Pulling up the building layout on his wrist. Glancing around he sees his way in. He disarms the security networks and slips into the ventilation system. He's soon able to make quick work of navigating the Labyrinth of shafts to get to the server room.

He comes across a few late-night workers and the occasional security guard but goes about undetected. He’ll have to make this quick. He drops down into a seemly deserted floor. Several cubicles are filling the space. He’s landed next to a couple of copiers, but aside from the soft glow from a few screensavers the space is dark.

Perfect.

Red doesn't waste any time, he sits in the cubical closest to him and begins the process of hacking into all the files. Feeling a wave of sympathy for the patrons of this bank. Their cyber security was pathetic. His hands fly over the keyboard shattering their code. He enters every scrap of information he can find. Documents flash across the screen. Red feels disappointment creeping in. Nothing. No, he couldn't just give up here he had to go deeper. He’s no longer just looking at just avian records but anything related to them. There had to be something. Anything. Code passes before his eyes at a dizzying speed until…

Wait...

There!

Hidden deep in the code is an encrypted file. He finds that the security that protects this file is ten times stronger than that of the rest of the system. That was what he needed. His mouth splits into a grin as he pokes at the firewalls blocking him. It was going to take more than that to leave him stumped. It takes him 10 minutes to crack the encryption. He sets up the connection and begins to download the data.

His eyes narrow in annoyance at the process bar. With all the advancements in technology, you’d think things would be faster. Time was a luxury he didn't have, he needed to do everything he could get ahead of the owls. Which was an uphill battle when one considered the fact they had a ten-year head start.

He hoped he could come up with something.

The minuscule beep notified Red of the download's completion. Grinning he pulls the USB from the computer. Carefully placing it into one of the hidden pouches on his belt. He quickly scrubs every trace of his presence from the system and shuts everything down. Straightening out from his hunched position he hurries to his access point, disappearing into it, leaving no trace of his presence.

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Red emerges from the vent soundlessly. Fastening the hatch back in place with little extra effort. His heart quickens as he places a hand on where he stored the drive. It wasn’t much but he found something. That was all he needed. Just one week link to break the chains. He needed to view the files he’d gotten. Hopefully, this could shed some light on the deal his parents struck. Or about the court of owls in general.

Then he could piece together why they wanted him.

Reaching for his grapple, Tim prepared to leave. A steady feeling of accomplishment caused his heart to flutter, only to disappear as an all too familiar sensation enveloped him. The sensation of being watched. His blood clogs and his ears whine. There was something different about this watcher. He couldn't put his finger on it but— This felt familiar somehow. It was just like the night he had busted Marconi’s operations. He had assumed it was Jason. It also reminded him of his shadow at work. Only this…this was stronger.

Whoever this was. They wanted him to know they were there.

His eyes scan the skyline trying to find where his watcher was hiding. His body tenses, preparing it for any encounter. He fiddles with a bit of his gear, discreetly slipping out a few birdarangs.

A beat of silence. A rustle.

There!

He whirls to his left, throwing the rangs. Twirling his staff and settling down into a defensive position. He waits.

Slowly a figure emerges from the darkness. In its hands is one of the rangs he threw. The other two are lodged in its shoulder. He can see the blood— That wasn’t blood?

Confusion rushes through him at the sight of the thick, black substance oozing from the wounds. It is startlingly close to his dream. He can still feel the phantom sensation of being pulled down into it. His hands grip his Bo-staff, at the disturbing similarity. Neither of them moves. Both of them seem to size up the other. Red Robin takes that time to analyze his watcher.

The darkness obstructs all the fine detail but Tim can see they have a large build ( it could give Jason a run for his money), and are dressed in a dark skintight uniform. Their face is completely covered in a hood of some kind. Except for the eyes. The eyes were hidden behind a rather bizarre pair of goggles. Golden goggles that resembled a horned owl. He swears under his breath. It was painfully obvious who sent them.

They couldn't possibly be here for ‘Tim’. And RR hadn't set off any alarms, so how did they know someone was here? And even if he had triggered a secondary alarm system that response time is impossible…unless they were already here.

His revelation is interrupted when his stalker makes a noise. The sound was enough to set Tim’s teeth on edge. His eyes narrow as he stares at the creature before him. The owl resemblance alone sets him on edge but while the thing looks human the sounds coming from it are anything but.

Red doesn't have time to dwell on that. The creature lunges towards him with speed that was far beyond normal human capabilities. He dodges. Just barely avoiding getting hit by its claws. The thing spins and advances, throwing constant punches and kicks. In less time than it takes to blink Red finds himself on the defensive. It takes everything shred of focus to duck. Block. Dodge.

Whatever this thing is it’s strong. And fast. Far faster than it should be given its size. Tim can’t shake the feeling he is missing something. His assailant was strong, stronger than Tim. Though he hates to admit it, It could easily overpower him if it tried. He was caught off guard. A dangerous position to be in. So why wasn't it finishing this?

Tim dodges a few more grabs. Focusing all his efforts on dancing around this thing's lunges. Parrying more than once to dodge another deliberate reach for his belt. Evading a hold. He pivots and he blocks another direct reach for his belt with his staff.

There was little doubt about it. It knew why he was here. This thing had been watching him a lot longer than he had thought. But if that was the case, why hadn't it attacked him before? Why wait until he had the information? He decides to test his theory. He kicks off the owl. Gaining just a bit of space between him and it. He quickly liberates the USB from his belt. The creature stares at him. Watching his every move. When it sees the drive, it hisses. A smirk breaks across Tim’s features. He must have something good if this thing was determined to stop him.

The fight begins anew.

Neither one is backing down.

The strength and size of this thing are steadily overwhelming Tim. Whatever this thing lacks in brains it makes up for in muscle. He ducks another swipe of claws. A light bulb turns on. Analyzing his surroundings he notices himself subtly being pushed back towards to edge roof. He can scarcely catch a breath. Whatever this thing is, it’s out for blood. He ducks, contorting to sweep the legs out from under his opponent. The creature falls and Tim jumps back. Putting space between him and his attacker.

Watching as it picks itself up giving and bestial growl. What the heck was this thing? Its moves are quick and precise. It’s not careless either. It calculates its strikes. Tim is broken from his musings, as the thing breaks through his guard and lands a solid strike to his flank. Ugh, he gonna feels that in the morning.

The force of the blow is enough to send him sprawling to the ground. Rolling away as a foot barrels down towards his head. A split second later and he would have been done. He needs to get away. There was no way he could win this fight. He slightly curses himself for being caught off guard in the first place. Geez, he can practically hear Bruce lecturing him about being more mindful of his surroundings. He goes on the offensive.

Whatever this thing is it's matching him blow for blow. He can’t get an advantage. He has no choice. He strikes out. Adding enough power to break a bone, he pushes it back before turning and fleeing over the rooftops.

He runs.

He can hear the growls and footsteps of his assailant following after. The chase is on. But he doesn’t have time to focus on that. He has to get away. He flies over the rooftops. The adrenaline flooding his system makes the jumps easier. He ducks and weaves his way across Gotham.

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His Pulse is booming in his ears when he finally stops. He can’t hear footsteps or even the inhuman cries of the thing anymore. He checks all around, being mindful of his six. He’s on edge so after turning back and forth a bit he’s satisfied he's alone. Leaning against a nearby gargoyle, Red attempts to steady his breathing.

The adrenaline fades as he gets his breathing under control. He starts to feel the burning of a few cuts the thing managed to get on him. He’ll have to take care of those when he gets back to the nest. He had bigger things to worry about. He tries to collect himself as he leans back against the gargoyle. Who is now named Goliath, for future reference, and clutches the pocket with the flash drive.

He removes the drive from the in place and turns it over in his hands. If for no other reason than to reassure himself it was real. Mind-blowing and a bit ridiculous that this little drive could be the key to freedom. He may be jumping the gun, after all, he still had to verify what he got but still. After weeks of searching, he finally had something.

He got it.

His vision blooms white as a boot comes flying out of the darkness, and connects with his head. He goes flying across the ledge. Hardly able to register the blow before another kick connects with his gut. His mind is still fogged as he feels his stomachs give a painful lurch. Even through his hazes, he is present enough to mutter thanks to his barren pantry for the empty stomach as he dry heaves.

Oh…He jinxed it.

His head is swimming. His stomach is still twisting painfully but he manages to open his eyes. He is just able to decipher the doubles in front of him. The owl is staring at his hunched figure holding something in his hand. His vision clears a bit more and Red can see that the flash drive is clutched in its claw.

He makes a weak attempt to grab it but the owl drops it to the ground. The drive doesn’t even still before the boot slams down crushing it before him.

He blinks. Staring at the shattered pieces of the drive.

That jerk!

RR grunts angrily, and tries to stand up. His movements are stiff and unsteady. Yikes he may have a few bruised ribs. No, make that cracked ribs. He manages to dodge another blow, before swiftly feinting and then clapping his assailant’s ears.

The owl gives an unholy shriek, clutching its head. RR wastes no time throwing down a few smoke pellets. He fires his grapple across the expanse and disappears.

A smirk broke across his features.

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Throughout the lengthy process of getting back home, showering, and changing into his civvies; the smirk is still firmly on his face when he sits down in front of his computer. Turning a small SD car between his fingers.

He had managed to remove the small memory bank from the drive before the owl had caught up. That fact that he had outsmarted them. It made the ache in his ribs worth it. That’s things goal was more than likely to stop the information from being taken. Good thing that Owl wasn’t so smart.

Whatever was on this card was worth the court revealing just a bit of their playbook. That owl thing had been strong, and practically feral. He would need to keep an eye out for those things in the future.

Facing the screen Tim plugs the mini clue card into the port. He is trembling with anticipation as he starts scanning the files. Digging into all the financial records first.

‘Show me the money’. He ponders, as he scans the information.

From the looks of it, there were many things being funded by Avian. They had extensive records of every single project. This company was partnered with several other businesses throughout Gotham. Had their hands in several pies as it were.

Even Drake Industries.

He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. This company had been a long-standing Benefactor of Drake Industries since DI’s founding. They had Funded several of his Parent's expeditions, as well as requisitioned the obtainment of several artifacts over the years. They had been involved in several major deals that had helped bring DI out of obscurity.

Why didn't he know about this? He was in charge of a majority of DI since his parents' death. He searched even further back. Expeditions, charity events, and even the launch of a few products. The funding had all come from here. He honestly couldn’t tell what to make of this.

He read and re-read the information over and over. Something was missing from the records the numbers from his parent's statements didn’t line up. While this information did elude fraud and laundering he didn’t couldn't find any reason this file was so heavily encrypted.

The documents don't hold any sensitive information. From what he sees here it's just a request for artifact retrievals. His parent's names are listed here as well as a few others he’d never heard of. According to the documents, all were requisitions to find and retrieve a unique collection of artifacts. But again why did it need to be encrypted? Numbers of banks and businesses requisitioned or lined a figure to display.

Growling in frustration Tim sets to work. He crosses every network he can to try and dig for the information. There has to be some clue somewhere. Anything. They were nothing but useless sandstone. Everything checked out they weren’t caught illegally. No evidence of fraud or theft. If there wasn't anything why had these documents been so guarded? No there was something here. He just had to find it.

A sharp pain pulses in the back of his head. He grits his teeth before messaging his eyes. Everything is finally starting to catch up. The sleepless nights the gaps in time. Nothing he couldn't handle but it was still concerning. He had tested his blood for any possible substance he could think of but nothing had shown. He had even taken to carrying around a testing kit and had been testing everything he ingested. Frankly, if he saw himself he would think, crazy. He felt crazy!

He can’t make heads or tails of it. Looking back he can kinda understand why his parents could sell him off. They were the type of people to do anything to further their own goals. If anything, Absolutely anything got in the way of that, it was open season on whatever poor, company, family, or individual that caused it.

As a child, he had seen how other parents were with their children and vice versa. But he was never able to experience the warmth he saw in other families with his own. His parents had always said he was a difficult child. Even when he did his best to rectify his behavior to adhere to their expectations nothing changed. So when he found out about their deal while it had hurt but when he looked back he wasn't all too surprised.

Tim leans back in his chair. His body is strangely heavy. The pain in his head has subsided a bit. He needs more coffee. He peels himself up out of his chair and heads in the direction of the kitchenette. He is fairly certain he still has one energy drink. He'll need to make that grocery order. There was no way he'd be able to find the time to go himself.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen his mind cycles back to the court. Mainly their reason for wanting him. There were a number of possibilities but none of them seem to fit. Tim can't see the reason anyone would want him, to the point of going to this extreme. He didn't know anything about them so he wouldn’t be of any use. If it was some weird familial thing, why hadn’t anyone mentioned it? This headache was making it difficult to recall but he remembered his father mentioning something about his mind, but…he couldn’t recall.

Hmm…there was a buzzing in his mind.

He’s standing just in front of his cabinets. Huh, everything is kinda fuzzy. Well, nothing some caffeine won't fix. Opening the cabinet he was previously staring at he retrieves his prize. He looks at the label, but he can hardly focus enough to read it. Popping off the cap and knocking back an energy shot, he shudders at the caffeine rush. It sadly doesn’t clear his vision or ebb this buzzing, but he figures it’ll do.

The static … feels nice really…

‘Timothy.’ Was that a whisper?

Hold on… This feels familiar…

‘Timothy Drake’

It’s a vague recollection. He has felt this before. A number of times. Every time he’s lost a bit of time.

‘Such a clever Owlet.’

Owlet?

The realization came too late. He is standing in front of his desk as the buzzing increases. The feeling is encompassing and entrancing. He drops down to his knees trying to stave off whatever this is. He can feel his control slipping as he hears a voice.

“That's it, little owlet.”

He can’t tell where he is anymore. He must have dropped to the floor. He can’t tell if he’s sitting or lying down. He can’t see, his vision has gone dark but he can sense he's drifting. Further and further down. He can't resist it.

“Come to me Little Owlet.”

Just like all the other times before, he fades away.

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Bat-cave.

Dick stares at the screen. That’s all he's been doing for the past two hours. He cut his patrol short and came by the cave to see if Oracle or B had found anything new. Arriving at an empty cave he figured everyone was still patrolling so he thought he’d make himself useful and monitor coms. And maybe check for any new leads himself.

It was a distraction.

And a rather useless one at that.

Tim. That’s where his mind kept coming back to, despite his best efforts. Tim. Finding out that something was tampering with their calls had been an eye-opener. Not to mention a tidal wave of guilt that flowed over him for thinking the worse of their baby bird. Oracle managed to figure out that whatever was interfering with the calls had nothing to do with their line or connection. At some point, a tap was installed in Tims's phone directly.

And wasn't that a horrifying revelation?

Whoever was behind this already had access to Tim. It was a wonder nothing had happened yet. The other thing that made things frustrating was, it was easy to fix. They could remove whatever was interfering and it would take less than five minutes. What made it difficult is— They couldn't get hold of Tim to do this.

How hard did it need to be to talk to his brother? Obviously, harder than they all thought.

Dick had tried to get in to see Tim the day after they had discovered the interference. Only for Tim to play hooky from work. The next day the same thing. He’d called Thursday to see if he was in, which he was but he was booked from then till the end of the month. Dick tried to just casually stop by and sneak in but he was always caught by that new secretary…Niall or something. Honestly, it was embarrassing. The guy looked like he would break if Damian sneezed too hard.

The patrol was no luck either. He would see a flash of red only for it to disappear the next second. But all that was nothing when he remembered that they still had no idea who was behind the whole thing. A group comprised of the world's greatest detectives were on the case and they found nill about who was after their baby bird. It's infuriating. Also embarrassing.

Dick breathes out through his nose as he runs a hand over his face. The pressure that had built up over the last few days was starting to boil over. One failure after another. All their attempts to reach out, or find a real lead had gone cold. They were just about as close to finding the one/s responsible as they were to talking to Tim himself.

Dick's eyes narrow. Despite the discouragement building up in him the most prominent thing he felt was guilt. Was this how Tim felt during those horrible months before B’s return? Had he felt this helpless and lost? Trying everything only for it to fail? Dick takes a slow breath before letting it out through his nose.

His brother needed him. Tim is god knows where and probably didn't even know something was hunting him and here Dick was powerless to help. They have been trying to find leads for days and there weren’t any. Oracle has been working round the clock trying to trace the signal but that had yet to yield any substantial results. It was like they were a ghost. What made it worse throughout all this he couldn’t call Tim to make sure he was all right.

This was all his fault. If he had been a better brother he would have noticed how far Tim had drifted. How far he’d let him drift. Then, maybe Tim would still be with them instead of out there alone. If he had only followed his own advice and practiced what he preached Tim would know he could come home. No, instead Dick decided to play the martyr. And in doing so, sacrificed his brother.

Dick hunches over the keys and slams down a fist. A growl escapes him. This was getting him nowhere. He wasn’t doing anything, and even if he could he didn’t know what he needed to do. He just wanted his brother to be alright. He wanted to know he was alright. Self-loathing and regret rip into his heart.

“I doubt father would appreciate having to fix any damage caused by childish emotions, Richard.”

Dick merely pears over his shoulder at the boy, still leaning over the keys. Taking a moment to collect himself he straitens.

“Hey lil’ D, I didn’t know you were here.” He admits. Ignoring the boy's previous statement.

“Well, that much was evident,” Damian responds. Dick watches as he climbs down the remainder of the steps and over to him. All the while never making a sound on the metal grates of the cave. “I assume from your demeanor no progress has been made”.

“Not yet”.

“TT— And I understand nobody has been able to get into contact with Drake either”. Dick sighs.

“No nothing.”

Damian reaches his side and both settle into a tense silence. Gazing at the screens as they run through the algorithms and security footage. As well as tracking Batman and Red Hood's whereabouts. Neither of them breaks the silence.

They both continue like that for a while but it isn’t long before Dick peeks at the youth from the corner of his eye. The boy's face is pinched. The ever-present frown lines crease his face. If Dick had been anybody else he would have mistaken the look for his usual scowl. But Dick hadn’t spent all this time working with the kid to miss his tells now. Damian was worried. He hid it well but it was there.

Who could blame the boy? This whole thing was affecting all of them. Batman had hardly come up for breath, Throwing himself into his work with abandon. Jason seemed to have regressed. Falling back into his more aggressive and violent methods, heck even he was tenser than usual. At the start, it had been hard to see how all this was affecting Damian. As it turns out his little brother wasn't as indifferent toward his predecessor as he made himself out to be.

Dick couldn’t stifle the swell of pride. They had come a long way from Damian stabbing, and attacking them. Even when the assassin had calmed down, and grown his relationship with Tim was still fragile. And that was putting it lightly. It was good to see the boy had grown.

“We’ll figure this out”. He reassured. Gently bumping the other's shoulder. Watching as Damian crosses his arms and huffs. Petulantly turning away.

“Tt, It matters little to me”.

And with that, the silence returns. Dick focuses on surfing the networks trying to ascertain which rogue, organization, or cult may be after Tim. And Damian matched him at his side. Each fell back into what they knew. The duo. A team. A pang of nostalgia hits him. This is how it used to be with Him and Tim. Birds of a Feather united and focused on bringing down anything that rose to threaten their city. Robins flying together over the city protecting it from anything that sought to harm it.

Dick clenched his jaw. When did that stop? When did they stop being a flock?

‘Right when you took the last thing that gave the kid hope.’ His mind whispers.

Dick taps the keys harshly with that admission. To this day he didn't regret giving Robin to Damian. The boy had needed it and it had helped him. At the time Dick thought that Tim would just have to deal. It was the right choice, but now it seems that the payment for his actions was coming due. He never suspected the price to be this steep.

He should have considered it from Tim’s perspective. Should have known.

He was a hypocrite. When Bruce had given Robin to Jason; Dick practically went feral. Laid into Bruce about how it wasn't his to give and so on. When Tim came along he had watched him. Neither he nor Bruce had been all that accepting of him, but he had to hand it to him he had done what none of them had. He had earned Robin. He couldn't be more proud.

Now the bills were coming due. Debt collectors in the form of their current situation were adding hidden fees for when he hadn’t listened to his brother when he came to him about his theory. Dick had heard rumors about Tim’s behavior, and when he showed up in the cave with eye bags they spoke of days without sleep and a story of a living corpse. Well, he couldn’t handle that. Dick took one look and decided Tim had fallen too far.

Before him, the screen beeps as one of the leads he was following shows it is another dead end. Frustration, regret, and guilt pulsed in his core. He slammed his fist down on the armrest with a frustrated growl. They were getting nowhere. His baby brother was out there being targeted and they could find anything about who was doing it or why.

A hand brought him back. Looking over, he sees Damian give him a nod of reassurance. Dick just stares for a while but he eventually takes a steadying breath. He’s right it wouldn’t help if he lost control now. Tim needed him.

Taking a moment to steady himself, he gives Damian a smile of thanks before turning back to the screen with renewed determination. They need something.

“Drake will be fine”. Came the slightly unsure voice from his side. He knew Dami was saying it more to himself than Dick so he simply nods in response.

Dick settles back into the silence of the cave. He should have been comforted by the presence of his brother at his side. But it just made Tim’s absence more pronounced. Then the fact that nobody had noticed the absence. Something foul gripped his heart.

‘Maybe it wasn’t that nobody noticed it was that nobody had cared’.

Tears well up in his eyes. He felt sick. It was true. He had seen. But he’d blamed Tim and felt justified when his weak attempts to reach out were ignored. But at the time he had brushed it off. the tears spill. He couldn’t deny it. They had done this. No, he had done this. He needed to fix it. The crack in their dynamic may not have been acknowledged before but now they all were making an effort. They would make this right.

“Guys we have a situation.”

Oracle's voice cuts through the cave. The urgency in her voice immediately catches the occupant's attention. Dick's stomach drops.

“O? What have you got?”

“I was shifting through surveillance cameras when I spotted this.”

A video spawns on the screen. The Robins, past and present, watch the screen. A lone figure. They're running across the rooftops. The screen blow as it changes perspectives. Red Robin. RR flew over the rooftop with quick efficiency. Jumping and catching air that would make Dick jealous. But something struck Dick as wrong. He opens his mouth to inquire. Only to be a second too late.

“What is he running from?”

So Damian noticed too. On the screen, RR’s movements were executed with perfection. The type of fluidity that comes with practiced ease. The movements while fluid were rushed and almost frantic. But when Dick scanned the background there was nothing there.

Several different scenarios flash across his mind had his brother runs into ivy or god forbid scarecrow- alone.

His eyes are glued to the screen watching as Red stops on a ledge and stumbles into a gargoyle. He sees him steady his breathing fiddling with something on his crossbands.

Dick can hardly comprehend what happens as Tim goes flying across the ridge. A shudder goes down his spine. It was hard to see but it looked like Red had been kicked in the head. His pulse quickens as a figure steps out of the shadows and goes on the offensive. Was that what Tim was running from?

On-screen, Tim was struggling to his feet. The assailant blurs as it advances but RR manages to deliver a blow to the head disorienting it, before dropping a smoke bomb and dashing out of frame.

Dick feels his blood freeze in his veins. He felt far away. Once the smoke clears he sees the person. Thing? he can’t honestly tell. It stands there and then gives a series of twitches before jumping and scaling the walls and disappearing.

What in the multiverse was that thing?

“What in blazes is that?”

Dick can only shake his head in response. He has no idea. What had Tim gotten into now? Again, Tim is off who knows where doing God knows what. And once again Dick found himself dumbfounded by what and how much he didn't know.

Once again he was unable to be there, once again his brother was facing the world alone, and once again he was powerless to help. But not because of any ill twists of fate, no. If anything happened this time, he would bear part of the blame.

No!

No, this was unacceptable. This time he would make sure his family was safe. This time he would stand in the gap.

“Oracle, notify B of the situation and tell him we’ll wait for him here. Probably tell J too. Run the images through the bat computer for analysis. See if it can find any ID on that thing. Is there anything you can tell me?”

“Negative. There was a disturbance in the financial district. But it seemed to be a false alarm. I was keeping an eye on the surveillance cameras for Batman. When I stumbled upon this recording. It seems to be only a couple of hours old.”

“Is there any evidence the record is faked?” Damian asked.

“Nothing. No evidence of any tampering.”

Dick just stared at the frozen image of the creature. Its goggles glint in the camera light. His mind a whirlwind of worry and suspicion. His stomach flipped thinking over what he had just witnessed.

Whatever this thing was it could fight. Its movement and form were concerning, but throughout the whole thing, Tim hadn’t called for help. Not once. The thought alone caused a stab of shame. He had to make this right. Looking back at the frozen image of the hybrid he steeled his resolve. This may not be much but it was something. And he would be vilified if he didn't use this chance.

Turning in his chair he jumps up and veins walking toward the stairs. “Come on Baby bat, we’ll let Alfred know what’s going on and wait for B and J.”

He turns around when he doesn’t get a response. He sees Damian clenching his fists, with a pinched expression. He freezes. Partly from concern and partly in surprise at the small show on genuine emotion.

“Dami? Dami, look it’s gonna be ok. We’ll fix this.”

“Do you believe that?”

The boy’s voice is so quiet Dick almost missed it. He draws back a bit at the raw vulnerability in the youngest voice. Damian had a difficult relationship with Tim it was undeniable. It wasn’t until Tim returned, Damian had shown any desire to fix things. If still veiled by a show of indifference.

Dick felt something warm in him. This was a start, and it was enough. They would all be there for their missing member.

“Absolutely.”

‘We will figure this out.’ Dick thinks to himself, straightening and turning back toward the exit.

Despite the promise he gave little D, he couldn’t help the traitorous voices in the back of his mind.’What if it was already too late”.

No!

He thinks steeling himself. His steps taking on a more urgent pace. He needed to focus. He would find out what was going on. He just had to.

Before it was too late

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