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    Leo's mind rebelled against the sensation. The heaviness burst into awareness, body, limbs, lungs, blinking. The middle distance he'd apparently been staring in focused. Leo was awake. Leo was aware. Leo was alive.

    Being alive wasn't something he thought he'd be.

     

    or: recovery fic featuring dissociation problems, missing limbs, and Leo discovering a familiar presence in his mind. twice the trauma in one body, what could go wrong?

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    The video cuts out.

    For a moment, the cave is silent, as frozen as the black screen that encompasses the Batcomputer.

    And then Tim’s hands are falling to seize the handrests of the Batchair, spinning it around. Bent over, his face, furious and openly agonized, is right in front of Damian's.

    “What,” Tim says, voice dangerous, shaking in an effort to stay calm. “Are you doing.”

    Or, the Batcomputer has case files for everything the Batfamily encounters. Everything includes Jason's death.

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    31 Jan 2026

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    Bank Robber raises his gun.

    Damian’s chin tucks, his eyes glare, his muscles tense in preparation. Tim knows he’ll take that bullet. He’ll take the bullet, the injury, the pain. He’ll take the scar, the video, the risk. He’ll take it silently. Like he was trained to do, like he always has.

    Except that’s Tim’s little brother.

    And he can’t let him.

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    27 Jan 2026

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    Yuichi laughs softly, reaching out to grab the end of Leo's deep red scarf. It's a good color on Leo. It's soft, and it matches his facial markings (which Yuichi would like to see more of, if he's being honest, he's only seen Leo maskless a handful of times). The look on Leo's face gets soft too all of a sudden, because Yuichi has slid into his bubble without really realizing it. It puts him close enough to see Leo's pupils dilate, swallowing the reddish brown of his irises, and the color rise in his face; the way he bites his lip to try and keep his smile at bay.

    Yuichi's heart pounds his ribcage like it's trying to get out of him. He flips the tail of the scarf up over Leo's head, which both hides Leo's irresistible face and wins Yuichi a bright, playfully offended bark of laughter.

     

    //First dates don’t always go as planned, but sometimes they do go as expected.

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    The turtles, the ones that he’d purchased from the pet store, they seem to have been spilt with the same stuff that turned him into this.

    They’re no bigger than perhaps what a six month old human baby would be. They’re rolling around on their larger than normal shells, babbling away, stuffing toes and fingers into gummy mouths, looking towards him for answers.

    And he wishes so he could just leave them be. Set them in a sewer someplace, out of sight out of mind, he’s been cursed on top of this inhumane form. He has to fend for these creatures now, or they’ll have nobody else to fend for them.

    He picks up the courage to go scour through a back alley of old dumpsters one night, when the air is calm and the streets are still. He leaves the turtles be, rolling around an old shoebox, he goes and looks for anything that could be considered food.

    And when he makes the scurried journey home, with old noodles that have half gone hard, and the crusts off of stale pizza slices, does a tiny, evil little thought cross his mind:

     

    Let them be gone by the time I return.

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