(Bat) Bonding Rituals: Shadow(ing) Birds
Tim & Damian bonding fics
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You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
That’s how the saying goes. Take enough punches from the universe and eventually it becomes harder and harder to pop back up, to see the worth in fighting back, to stop yourself from turning around and delivering some punches of your own.
Tim never wanted to become the villain—
“Appendicitis,” Tim breathed in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
—but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to burn the world to ashes when shit like this kept happening to him.
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In Tim’s haze of fire, he ends up with a thought that turns everything into ice.
It’s been a year since he came back with Bruce and he never got an apology.
So Tim walks up to his older brother who’s now taken a step backward with slightly widened eyes at the smile- the cold and very wide grin that’s taken place on Tim’s face very quickly, very suddenly -and he walks straight up to the man in front of him, puts his hands on his shoulders, and knees him straight in the dick.
Casually stepping over his older brother practically crying on the edge of the platform, and ignoring the gobsmacked look shared among Tam, the security guards, and most of the press who caught it all on camera, he walks over to wooden stand with the microphone and begins nonchalantly talking about the unfortunate mistake made by someone he doesn't care about in a division that’s so unimportant he was literally thinking about shutting it down a few weeks ago.
The questions asked by the press weren’t on topic at all.
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- Part 5 of DC (Mostly Unrelated Tim Stories)
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Damian has changed, really, if only Tim could just understand that.
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Tim isn't Robin anymore, that doesn't mean he's no longer a bat.
Someone brought Batman home.
Someone's been protecting Gotham from the shadows.
Someone's been taking pictures of Robins.
Someone is called Bat Watch. He is darkness, he is the night.
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“Dr—Red Robin! Tell me what’s wrong!” Damian demands. “Have you been hit? Are you ill? Did you get sprayed with any gas or pollen?”
“No, I’m fine,” Tim says, panting. “I’m just in labor.”
(Or the one where Tim has a baby, and Damian becomes the favorite uncle.)