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    Damian Al-Ghul Wayne had everything at one point. He was a prince. Ibn al Xu'ffasch. Son of the bat. Heir to the demon.

    He had never asked to be ripped away from everything that he knew, from the warmth of his home, his culture, his palace in Nanda Parbat. He had never asked to be shipped to a gloomy, grey city.

    Even when his father kept taking in orphans and ruining his plans for inheritance, Damian stood steadfast.

    But then his father died, leaving behind his newest orphan.

    A tiny acrobat with watery blue eyes and black curls, who spoke no English. Damian knew the boy never asked to be ripped away from everything that he knew, from the warmth of his home, his culture, his circus troupe.

    Damian knew he needed to be there for him.

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    16 Mar 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 14

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    Apparently, giving a shovel talk when you're eleven years old, five foot even, and all of one hundred pounds soaking wet isn't all that effective.

    Jason is going to try anyway.

    ♡ ♡ ♡

    Treat fic <3

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    01 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 41

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    Jason is going to beat up Tim. No really, he is. There's just one problem. Tim has a bunch of pet spiders and Jason has arachnophobia.

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    Jason does a character study and does not like the picture it paints.

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    28 Feb 2026

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    Tim Drake died.

    It wasn’t a grand affair with the brutal weight of a crowbar and a nation holding its breath. It wasn’t a disappearance steeped in mystery, nor a martyr’s end in the midst of a world-ending event, surrounded by the roar of collapsing buildings and the flash of desperate heroism.

    No. Tim’s death was smaller. Simpler. Quieter.

    Tim Drake died alone. In a space too empty to echo his final breath. Somewhere off-grid, somewhere no tracker was pinged, no alert was triggered.

    He died in a whisper, not a scream.

    And that was what it took for him to start living.

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    25 Feb 2026

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    Tim got used to it. The organized chaos. The chirping and cooing and occasional feathers in his coffee. The flock of doves following him around and nesting in his drawers. The murder of crows bringing him shiny trinkets and stealing his pens. It became his normal.

    For over a year and some change, the Nest felt full. Lively. Predictable, even.

    Until the day he came home from patrol, coffee in one hand, data chip in the other…

    …and found a raven sitting on his desk.

    Just—there. Like he owned the place.

    Staring.

    Silent.

    Still.

    Like a ghost.

    And Tim—Tim just blinked and said, "Okay. That's new."

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    24 Feb 2026