#he's not fond

[scaryscarecrows]

No One Left Behind

Tim may have erred. Maybe. Just a bit.

Okay, so sneaking out while Bruce was out cold (broken leg, he’ll be down for weeks) was perhaps a bad idea, but, uh…

Look. He’s been on this case for two months, he can wrap it up without Bruce! He’s not a baby, or an incompetent disaster. So the guy he’s after is located in the Bowery. He’ll be in and out without Hood ever knowing a damn thing.

Turns out that it wasn’t Hood he should have been wary of.

He’s not an imcompetent disaster, but neither is the man he’s been tracking, apparently. The bastard brought in help–False Facers, never a good thing–and, well…

Let the vigilante who has never-not-once taken a board to the face cast the first stone.

So anyways, that’s why he’s hanging on a meat hook in some grimy warehouse, stripped of most of his weapons and unable to even backtalk thanks to the strip of duct tape plastered firmly across his mouth. He can’t see, either, because some asshole decided to blindfold him.

This is a little bad, but Tim is mostly confident that he can get out of this.

Mostly.

Unfortunately, while they’ve missed the lockpick in his glove, they’ve also tied his hands with rope. And the knots are good.

Think, Tim, think…

Five men, sounds like. Maybe six. Unknown number outside the room, no way to see who’s armed and with what. Best bet: stay very quiet and try to assess–

“Shit-!”

“What’s he doing here?”

“Shoot him, stupid!”

Tim goes from Bruce? Dick? to oh no when the return gunfire reaches his ears. Of course Hood would have noticed the to-do. Tim aside, these guys have been running guns for weeks. There’s been a lot of fatalities.

Maybe if he stays quiet enough, Hood won’t notice him. Or maybe he’ll just leave him here to figure things out, that would be fine.

There’s the sound of doors being kicked in, followed by more gunfire and screams. Then, all at once, it’s silent.

Tim’s taken by surprise when the blindfold is yanked off, followed by the duct tape. For one semi-hysterical moment, he feels like he’s a cheap slasher film; the room is littered with bodies and Hood is inches away, head tilted like Jason Voorhees. He’s very still and Tim’s mouth gets out ahead of him when he says, “Is there something on my face?”

Hood moves , knife singing through the air and oh no oh no oh no–

Thump.

Ow…

Ow?

Tim is on the ground, rope around his wrists sliced through without so much as a lingering strand. Unfortunately, he’s now stuck staring up at Hood, who. Um.

The bastard’s built like a brick wall. Hits like one, too, as Tim can attest. This isn’t a position he wants to be in.

Although.

Hood’s not moving to attack him. His body language suggests that he actively doesn’t want a fight, actually, and hesitant squinting (and accounting for a very small concussion that Alfred does not need to know about) turns up blood seeping steadily through the vest, just under the bird-bat-thing on his chest. It makes the symbol look like it’s bleeding.

It’s creepy.

“Um.” He’s not sure what’s the point here. “You’re, uh, bleeding.”

Hood scoffs, cold and angry.

“Look at that, you really are a detective.”

Tim doesn’t really care, on a personal level, what happens to Hood. But Bruce will, hands down, and Tim already dragged him back from the brink once. He doesn’t want to do that again.

“I can help–”

“You can keep your hands to yourself or you can carry them home in your utility belt,” Hood snarls. “We clear?”

…

Contrary to popular opinion, Tim has a little bit of self-preservation.

“We’re clear.”

“Good.” Hood turns, breathing slowly and carefully, and stalks over to a body–no, to an unconscious man. He kicks the man over and oh, no, he’s not unconscious, not totally. “I know you’re awake, asshole.”

“No–”

“Relax. You’re the sole survivor; you should be proud.” He crouches down, reaches out and hefts the man half-off the floor. “You’re going to leave, and you’re going to tell everyone you know what happened here, and you’re going to make especially sure that they understand that this was a fluke . Next time I have to break up something like this? Nobody walks away. S’that clear?” Silence. Hood tightens his grip and growls, “Is. That. Clear?”

Terrified nodding. Hood drops the man back and his head hits the ground with a nasty crack! Seemingly satisfied, he stands up, rolls his shoulders and pops his neck, and turns towards the door.

“Why did you save me?”

Good job, Timothy! He was leaving and you had to open your big fat mouth!

Hood stills. For one hopeful second, Tim thinks he’ll be ignored. He’s not so lucky; Hood whirls back and crosses the room in seven rapid stomps.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you have an escape plan?”

“I–”

“Because what it looked like to me was yet another kidnapped Robin with no Batman in sight!”

“Hood–”

“Next time, pretender , I’ll go on my merry way and let them take a branding iron to your face. Or maybe waterboard ya, that sounds fun, right? Bonus if they hook you up to a car battery, that’ll get your heart rate up!”

“Jason–”

Hood shuts up. Tim gets the feeling he didn’t mean for that rant to happen. The blood coming from under the bird is starting to bloom more than trickle and he’s breathing heavily and now, now is when he’s going to finish what they started, isn’t it, good going, Tim, you fucked up now–

“Better get one thing through your head, kid,” Hood says roughly. “Take the saves when they come, because they’re not guaranteed.”

Tim shuts up after that. Hood turns on his heel and walks out into the rain.

THE END

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[nouverx]

Obligatory Alastor and Niffty art because their little moment in the finale was everything to me I can't wait to see them interact more in the next seasons

Also bonus sketch bc I just know he kept the crown on the whole evening

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[kalidels]

it's the regency era. before you are three baldur's gate bachelors. which one would you dance with at the ball? 😳🌹

(i wanted to take a break from comms but went out of my mind. as you can see. also i might do a version w the girls if ppl wanna see it :3)

[bertoyana]

#ship so good they (accidentally) gave each other abandonment issues

[reineydraws]

i dont have a caption for you lol i'll let shanks's heart eyes speak for themselves 🫶

(source)

[userarmand]

Mets-moi dans mon cercueil, Louis, Louis.

[bbygirl-aemond]

“He was very fond of me, and i of him” NOOOOOOOO ALICENT STOP THE AVERAGE VIEWER DOESN’T HAVE THE MEDIA LITERACY TO UNDERSTAND THAT YOU CAN’T VERBALIZE YOUR OWN ABUSE DUE TO YOUR UPBRINGING AND YOUR OWN COPING MECHANISMS AND THAT IT MEANS YOU SPEAK KINDLY OF YOUR ABUSER IN A WAY THAT IS NEITHER TRUE NOR DESERVED

[danlous]

Mind if I ask a few follow-up questions?

[paintedpatroclus]

they added whatever was in the inventory …

[emkini]

Currently thinking about 18/19 year old Toph getting thrown in some random podunk fire nation town’s one-cell jail and being like “hey I’m broke as hell but I’ve got a friend who can bail me out can I make a call” and then 2 hours later Fire Lord Zuko himself slams open the door yelling “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS TIME YOU SHIT” 

[hinamie]

august

[tbgkaru-woh]

The new generation leaders

[milkcioccolato]

First names are something to be used sparingly and on special occasions😌

[patentedsun]

THIS PANEL OF NALU. I will never ever get over the expression on Natsu's face.