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There were many things in the world that could resemble different, separate, parts of Timothy Drake. As a whole, however, there were none.
Perhaps this was the reason he sparkled so much attention from evil, such as the joker, such as Ra's. One thing he did have for certain is that, in his life, the thing he regretted most is probably what has shaped him as a person to begin with: becoming robin.
Timothy startled awake with a shudder, a silent scream tearing down from his throat, green silk and black linon covering his too small frame for his age. He tried standing up but, because of a sharp pain erupting from his side, he ungracefully fell. Sheets tangled at his toes, he grabbed his side from the floor in pain and a bloody hand came up to meet his eyes.
"Oh dear, what an amusing sight, detective"
Ra's.
Why was Ra's here?
Actually, it did quite make sense. The green silk, the sculpted woodwork the everything in this situation screamed Ra's.
"Ra's"
"Good morning to you too, Timothy."
Tim stood from where he ungracefully fell, untangled the sheets from his toes and made his way halfway across the bed until he promptly collapsed in it in pain.
"Yes, I wouldn't recommend overexerting yourself in the state you currently are in"
Sung Ra's.
Sung?
"And wich state exactly am I in?"
Answered Tim, almost in a whisper through the pain.
"Do you, perhaps, not remember your unfortunate... encounter?"
Encounter?
With whom?
Frowning, he tried his best to recall every single thing he could from a very close past.
Oh.
Oh.
Suddenly, everything came crushing down.
The widower.
Pru.
Owens.
Zedd.
He remembered his fight. How they all lied there, blood pooling on the floor, mixing together.
He remembered using the last of his forces, the last of his will to live, to carry Pru to safety. Because Owens died. Because Zed was killed.
He remembered them arriving at his hotel room. All the bloody towels. All the broken needles.
He remembered the league finding them. Him screaming for them to save Pru first.
And then, darkness.
Trembling, he took a had to his face. Still bloody, it dirtied his hair and face.
He did not know how long he must have been lying there. He assumed it had been a while, as Ra's was nowhere to be seen.
"Pru?"
He muttered, soft enough that no one should have hea-
"She's recuperating from her injuries, much the same as you are, detective"
Ah, so not gone.
Delightful.
"I would advise you not overexerting yourself more, you did give us quite the scare there, Timothy.
Ra's seemed almost, almost sarcastical enough that Tim would care.
And in normal circumstances, he probably would have. But his side has aching terribly, and having Ra's even breathing the same air as him just made him more cranky.
"Oh yes, I guess I should inform you that, in order to save your life, we had to remove your spleen"
At this point, all the physicians had left the room.
His room?
He did remember shallowing some pill. Or was he tripping?
What even is a spleen anyway?
"Sleep well, Detective"
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He woke up peacefully this time, only a dull ache settling in his stomach. Before opening his eyes, he tested his surroundings, making sure he was alone.
Slowly, he opened his eyes to a (surprise) greenish ceiling with golden patterns.
Quite pretty.
He tried to sit up, pain almost making him give in to the comfort of a pillow. But Tim Drake was no quitter, and as everyone new, was very stubborn. So, eventually, he did manage to sit up. For what is not certain, as he just stared at the door as if looks could drill a hole in it.
Time went pass. Not flied, because it went so painfully slow that Tim could swear he could have lived two lifetimes already.
Eventually, gratefully, the door to, his? room opened.
Letting in none other than Ra's.
He'd rather live a third lifetime thank you very much.
"Detective, I see you are finally awake. Come."
Tim stood up painfully slow not to strain his wounds and silently followed the man through Infinite corridors decorated with the finest arts. The obsession this man had with green should definitely be consulted with a therapist because what the fuck.
He supposed he should be somewhat grateful to Ra's. After all, he did save Pru's live. And, well, his, but that's less surprising. Apart, of course, of the grief that currently shook his body and prevented him from snapping sarcastic responses to Ra's.
Eventually, the arrived to what he supposed was a kind of dinig room if the dinning table was any spoiler. With its usual green decor and annoying patterns, the room was pretty much the same to the others.
Ra's invited him to sit down and after some seconds of consideration to purposely annoy him, he sat down, grateful for the relief from the pain that had settled in his side once more.
"We have to talk about the recent events detective, it is no use ignoring them longer"
Ra's voice was very annoying, somehow more so today.
"I remember most of what happend, Owens and Zed died and Pru and I survived"
"Good, I shall have you know that Prudence is still asleep since she has been through surgery"
He could guess as much, he remembers her throat split when he tried helping her stop bleeding in his apartment while she was unconscious and Owens and Zed were de- He was spiraling, he had to focus. He was currently in the presence of Ra's and he refused to have a mental breakdown.
"Don't be so appalled, Detective. You went through surgery as well, both of you will live."
Oh right, his spleen. Now that he was thinking more or less clearly he could remember that a spleen basically controlled the "don't get sick". Great, then that means that he will have the complexion of a Victorian Child from now on. Just his luck.
"Can I see her?"
"Later, first we have to decide what will become of your little...quest"
Bruce.
How could he have forgotten?
The evidence was right there, right in front of him.
Batman was alive.
"I found proof that he was alive. In the cave, before the attack"
He lifted his head slightly from the floor, trying to ground himself to think clearly and choose what to say wisely. He was with Ra's for the god's sakes.
"And where, exactly is that proof now? I really want to believe you detective, but so far your little quest has costed the life of two of the best of my assassins"
Liar, he could easily replace them.
"We went out of our way to save Pru and you even thought you were on the brink of death. I could have let you die, Detective. And yet, I didn't."
It was so obvious he wanted something that he almost pitied his attempts.
"Just say what you want Ra's"
"I see you've recuperated your sarcastic commentaries. Before I say anything I must let you know that a very young lady came here just 4 days ago asking for you. She was quite, impatient. If I remember correctly, her name was Tev, no, Tom?"
"Tam?"
"Precisely"
What was Tam doing here? In retrospect it made sense she was sent by her father or even herself to find him, he did leave a little abruptly, wich was very unlike him. But Robin had just been taken away from him and the only thing left so that he didn't throw himself off a bridge was finding Bruce. Wich was going great now thanks to life.
"Since I saved your life and you failed your mission, our deal I believe should be extended".
He knew something like this would happen, it was strange that a man like Ra's would give Tim all the resources and the help he needed just in exchange of overthrowing a random organization that was causing a bit of trouble. Ra's didn't need him personally, he could have sent anyone. So he must want something else, and now with both Tam and Pru under his thump, he knew Tim wouldn't dare refuse whatever was thrown his way.
"I want you to stay here. Indefinitely."
What
"Why?"
"Because I want yo to become my heir, Detective"
His heir.
Like Damian?
"And if I refuse?"
Ra's tilted his head slightly to tha side and smirked almost imperceptibly.
"Must I remind you of your dear friends who are currently residing inside of my home?"
Tim's body froze where he was seated. He could not refuse, not with Tam and Pru both here.
"Of course you will still be able to resume your search for Batman if you want. Think about it, do they really need you anymore Timothy?"
At this point, Ra's had stood up and made it all the way to Tim. He grabbed the side of his chair and the table, putting them awkwardly close to each other.
"Do you think they want you there anymore? You told me yourself, detective. Once you find Bruce, what else do they need you for? Will they welcome you with open arms? Or will they wait for any chance the get to send you away? Maybe to Arkham?"
If Tim could have frozen any more than he already had, he would have. Because he knew what Ra's was doing, manipulating ideas into his mind. And yet. And yet everything he said was something he himself already knew, had already thought of.
He only entered Bruce's, no, Batman's life, because he was needed. Then he didn't need him anymore, but Jason did. But the Jason was reincorporated into the fold and he was not needed. But then W.E needed him.
And now?
Now the needed him to find Bruce, even if they don't recognise it.
But then?
Dick had already discarded him. He took away the only thing he had left in the worst moments of his life. If he was willing to do something like that in the worst moment of his life, God knows what he could do once he comes back.
Ra's was right.
As painful as it was to recognize that the old evil psychopath was right, he had no option but to do. Because everything he said, down to the molecule, was right.
However, it was not a time to think about that further. Even if that is true, he wouldn't have left either way. As Ra's had already clearly said, he was holding captive the only friends he had left.
But still, staying forever seemed like an overkill. Maybe a bit longer, gaining his trust would probably launch Tam and Pru to safety and Bruce back home. Once he didn't have anything to loose, once he-
"Fine, as long as you let me keep searching for Batman and return Tam to gotham"
"Why, detective, I already assured you your search could continue. As for Tam however-
"You already have Pru, keeping Tam as well seems a bit too much. Even for you, don't you think?"
Ra's had always hated being interrupted, wich probably did little to help Tim convince him. But he was talking so damn much his head was starting to ache.
"What I was trying to say, detective, is that she will be sent back. Along Batman. *If you ever do find him, of course."
"Doubting my abilities Ra's?"
"Never, Timothy"
Chapter 2: A few talks and a slap.
Summary:
Tim talks, and researches.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Tim woke up to a loud banging noise from his door. Annoyed, he stood up and headed to open it. But before he could get even a foot from his bed, the door was abruptly opened.
"Ra's sent us to guide you to Prudence Wood's bedroom" A man with a deep voice said, annoyed. It was impossible to say what he looked like, because he was almost completely covered by dark robes.
After day or two passed, he was finally allowed to visit Pru, who had woken up a few days prior. It would probably take a little longer to be allowed to visit Tam, which was unfortunate because the poor girl must be scared out of her mind.
He was guided by the long, you guessed it, green corridors until they came to a halt in front a door, identical to his door and the million others that plagued this place. 27 doors away from his.
He was left to enter alone, the assassins standing guard in front of the door. He slowly crept inside, seeing as Pru was asleep.
The moment he set foot in the bedroom, a head peeked from the covers. Pru, seeing as it was him, inmediately relaxed and dropped her head back in the pillow.
Tim went and sat down in the, ehem green, armchair beside the bed and looked Pru in the eyes.
'They're listening' He signed, praying that Pru would know sign language.
'It's not like I could have talked anyway' She pointed to her throat, where a long scar, that uncannily matches his, stood.
'Are you going to be able to talk again?'
'Yeah, but it's going to take a while' Pru sighed in despair.
'Sucks. Maybe then I'll not have to cope with your mumbling'
She stuck a finger to him and signed, 'Bitch'.
Tim chuckled, and signed,
'In all seriousness, we need a plan'. Pru lifted her head from the covers to get a better view of his hands.
'For what? I mean if you want to leave so be it, but I'm staying with Talia'
Tim lifted an eyebrow, incredulous.
'And why should I care? You're helping me leave, suck it up'
'Sucks to be you 'cause I ain't helping you'
'I have your guns'
Pru crossed her arms, amused.
'I'll help you as long as you don't pull stunts as that one'
That one obviously meant the very happy and enjoyable encounter with the widower, where Tim got distracted by the bat signal on the walls of a cave and thus they got ambushed and, well, Zed and Owens died.
'I'll convince Ra's to allow a funeral'
She frowned and supported her head in the bedframe, sighing she signed,
'What's the plan?'
Tim ignored the obvious change in subject and explains,
'Ra's wants me to stay here, indefinitely, as his heir' Seeing Pru's horrified face, he paused before continuing, 'apparently, my assistant from W.E managed to find where I was and came close before Ra's captured her. She is now being used as bait to prevent me from escaping or doing anything stupid. He also implied that you were bait as well'
'That motherfucker sure is desperate, What are you going to do?'
'I...don't know'
'What do you mean you don't know?'
'I..' He paused, 'I haven't had time to think about a plan'
Pru frowned, incredulous.
'You, Timothy Drake-Wayne, do not have a plan?'
'No'
'I guess there's always a first time for everything'
"Time's up, get out" They were startled as a voice interrupted their conversation. The man that had brought Tim here suspiciously leaned his head inside.
He must have been suspicious not hearing anything, Tim though. He really was starting to become less and less aware of things around him. He needs to focus, and fast. If he wants to get out and Bruce back that is.
He was guided by the, again, green corridors. But instead of heading back to his room, he was guided in the opposite direction, towards to enormous, and green, doors that, if his mind correctly supplied, would probably be like, a throne room or something. And knowing Ra's, it would definitely not come as a surprise.
Ew. Since when did he know Ra's.
Now he fervently hoped it was not a throne room and was a like, an office or something. But as the universe had proven time and time again, he was wrong. It was a fucking throne room. Pretentious fuck.
"Ah, Detective. Do come in" Spoke Ra's from the throne, because of course he would have a throne.
He handed the papers he hand been holding to an assassin at his side and gave an almost silent order that Tim was not able to hear before the assassin left the room.
"Come with me" Ra's stood from his, obviously green throne (what did you expect) and headed towards a door to his left.
"Come on, follow" Nudged the guard who had guided him, seeing as he was not following.
Slowly, Tim made his way to Ra's and, now together, they went through the doors.
"Where you have been staying up until now was the... guest corridor, more or less. As your stance here will be more permanent, I have decided to assign a room fitting for the task. Follow"
Tim scoffed, of course the weary megalomaniac had a whole ass building just for guests. Who were, mind you, completely unaware that they weren't staying in the main building.
Everything was slightly livelier here, you had more chances of encountering someone randomly walking through the hallway completely at ease. As they made their way through the various rooms and corridors, everyone they came across with just bowed their head until they were at least like five feet apart before continuing walking.
Eventually, they arrived at a corridor that looked more like an alley, without exit but to turn around. The room at the end was the one with the biggest door in probably the whole building. Tim almost thought it would lead to another building that he had no knowledge of before Ra's abruptly turned right, towards the closest room to those doors.
"That, detective, is my room" said Ra's, pointing to those doors he had been staring at, "this wing is the family wing, where me and my family would sleep if one wasn't insane and the other had not betrayed me, thus the other rooms are empty. And this" He said, pointing at the door they were headed towards, is your room. The heir's room".
Tim was very unpleasantly surprised, sure he did expect some sort of change now that he was the heir or something. But so soon? Maybe Pru was right, he really was obsessed.
"Don't fret, Timothy, you will not yet move to this room. Not until you're my official heir and I am thoroughly certain that you have no desire to run a knife against my throat"
"Fat chance" Tim glared at him.
"And have learned to express yourself properly" Ra's said, an small smirk, almost imperceptible, forming in his lips.
"Come"
They turned back and went to a different corridor. The rooms around the them changed and now, instead of encountering fully geared assassins wandering the corridors, they came across fewer people, all dressed in white lab coats and, some, googles. Which was funny, just to point that out.
They stopped in front of a, surprise surprise, white door with no green in sight.
"This will be where you will continue your research for the detective" Ra's opened the door to a small laboratory, with multiple computers and scientific instruments, "This will all be for your personal use, no one else but me is allowed to enter"
"I..." Wow, he seemed a lot out of words lately. It would be a lie to say he wasn't thankful, but it would hurt his pride enormously to admit that, "I guess its...acceptable."
Ra's chuckled, "Oh then I am glad you accept it"
"I am going to leave you now, I trust you will find your way back?"
Tim nodded and turned his head from the door once Ra's left.
He closed the doors and admired the laboratory before him.
In one corner, a black microscope stands sentinel, its lens poised to reveal the hidden secrets of the microscopic world. Nearby, shelves groan under the weight of technical manuals and research papers, a testament to the ceaseless quest for knowledge that drives the inhabitants of the laboratory.
The hum of machinery provides a constant backdrop, a melodic rhythm that underscores the frenetic energy of the scientists as they move from station to station outside, lost in their pursuit of knowledge. Multiple computers stand turned off to the world.
He stepped further inside and got to work, reviewing papers, going through evidence and, eventually, conducting a couple of experiments. He supposed he should have left a while ago, as all noise from outside had ceased. But now that he was truly alone, he decided to head to one of the computers, log in and try to hack the security cameras. Of course, as the experienced hacker he is, he eventually managed to get it. It was harder than expected, but nothing Tim couldn't handle.
He watched all the security cameras until he found what he was looking for. There, in one of the rooms, was Tam. She was uninjured, so that meant that the room was serving as a prison cell of sorts, which meant it was blinded.
He look for the hallway and the number of doors. It was directly across his own hallway, 36 doors from the corner.
Silently, he stood up and left. Fortunately, he didn't run into anyone on his way. He headed as he would for his room, but instead of turning right, he went straight ahead and, in the next hallway, turned right. He counted 36 doors until he found the one. He took a deep breath, praying that he had not made a mistake and this was actually her room, and tried opening the door. Surprisingly, it opened to him. Which was strange because wasn't it meant to be closed because, you know, she was a prisoner? The moment he opened the door, a pillow struck him in the face. Distracted, he sensed movement on his side and instinctively raised his hand to stop it. He grabbed her and pushed her back in the room. The pillow had already fallen from his face and was currently on the ground, as well as Tam.
"What was that for?" Asked Tim, grabbing the pillow.
"Tim?" Tam slowly stood up and approached him. Once they were face to face, she slapped him. Hard.
"Ow, and what was that for!?" He reached for his cheek. It tickled, not that he was hurt, of course.
"What do you mean what was that for!?" Tam grabbed his shirt and almost, mind you, almost, lifted him up by it, "You suddendly disappeared, and as if it were anything of my business, of course I have to come search for you. Of course I get kidnapped because of you, and know you expect me to be all dandy and forgiving? What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I didn't ask to be rescued, Tam. I don't need to be rescued" Tim grabbed her hand and released it from his shirt.
"What are you saying, Tim? Have you taken a good look around you? You are surrounded by assassins for Gods sake, what are you even doing here?"
"I know Batman is alive, and only they believed me, so". He shrugged and crossed his arms, almost defensively.
"So know you're just what, going to sell your soul to them. Come home Tim, I'm sure someone will help you, either with your research or with your grief". Tam reached her arm to his face, cupping the cheek she had just slapped like, two minutes ago.
"I already tried, Tam. They're not going to help me" Tim moved her hand from his face before continuing, "But trust me, you'll be fine. Once I... arrange some things, you will go back home, I promise"
"With you".
"I... No, that's not possible"
"And what then? What are you going to do if you find Batman?"
"I'll go home, I promise"
"I'll trust you. Jut this once Drake, don't disappoint me"
It felt bad lying. Sure, once he found Batman, he would try to go back home and out of Ra's reach, but it would most certainly not be easy. It would, at the very least, take a while. Which meant he was breaking his promise.
He turned around to leave and saw that the door was bare. It was impossible opening it from inside because it had nothing to open it with, it made sense. Kudos to Ra's I guess.
He closed the door and headed to his room as silently as he could. He slithered and stuck close to the walls, he briefly stopped before Pru's room before deciding to not go in for tonight. Once he reached his room, he relaxed. Mission acomplished, he guessed. He silently and slowly closed the door to his room, and completely relaxed. He was out of danger know.
"Detective"
Tim's head spun around as if to break his own neck. Ra's was standing uncomfortably close to him, which made him let out a surprised noise.
Ra's was here.
What was he doing here?
Notes:
Hi! I hope you enjoyed this new chapter. Don't forget to leave kudos if you did :)
Also, as some of you may have noticed, the first chapter was an experiment of sorts. It will be edited (again) in the future.
Chapter 3
Notes:
Hi, I was gone for a while so I decided to post an unedited chapter to, idk, edit it later.
Chapter Text
"Timothy, I see you're back" Ra's asked calmly, as if he weren't literally inches from Tim's face, "Mind telling me from where?"
Tim moved a step to the side, trying to put a little distance between them.
"I was, uh" He had to think, and fast, "I just got caught up in the laboratory, too many things to do you know?" Tim made a mental note to practice his acting skills more often because what was that, seriously.
Ra's snorted, or well, his version of snorted. Which was almost imperceptible.
"Oh, well then Detective, I guess there is nothing to worry about" He smiled, "Or is there?"
"No, nope. Nothing to worry about"
Tim knew he knew that he was not actually in the laboratory, but Ra's was playing dumb, so, so was he. He found him amusing, lying so badly, so Tim made no effort in improving his speech.
"You must be curious" Started Ra's, "to know why I am in your room?"
"Very" Tim crossed his arms and raised a brow in question.
“Sit” He said pointing to the armchair opposite from where he was sitting.
Tim hated the guy, he really did. Normally, he would have refused to play by his rules, not caring about the consequences. Because the consequences where for him and him only. And he didn’t really care what happened to himself. But now, not only did he have Pru, who Tim knows can take care of herself, but he also has Tam. A civilian who doesn’t know how to fight, or climb, or even run correctly. She ran funny, Tim saw her once.
And, of course, the death of his teammates, whom Tim and Pru had refused to talk about. They would have to, eventually. He knew they meant more to Pru, who had spent years working with them, than Tim, who only became part of the group a few months prior.
So, all in all, he had no desire to anger Ra’s.
He started walking slowly towards the armchair and sat, cautious. Ra’s sat after, taking a cup of tee from a small table that Tim could swear was not there before.
“You must know, detective”, started Ra’s, “that normally I wouldn’t intrude in your quarter without prior notice."
Tim raised an eyebrow, sceptic.
“But I think you will like to see this” Ra’s set the cup down and reached for his front pocket, pulling out an envelope.
He set it on the table and Tim eyed it warily.
“What is this?” Tim asked, slowly taking the envelope from the table.
Ra’s didn’t answer. And he didn’t need to, because the moment Tim opened the envelope, he let out a loud gasp at what he was seeing.
There was prove, and a lot of it, that Bruce Wayne; The Batman, was alive. Photos, mostly of messages left in different places around the world and some old photos in which Bruce appeared on the back. Some of which were dated before he was even born.
“Where-How… How did you find these?” Tim asked, incredulous.
There was no way Ra’s had discovered all these in the mere 12 hours since they last saw each other. Not to mention that Ra’s enthusiasm and collaboration on finding Batman was limited to letting Tim do all the work.
Which meant that he chose to only show him now. Now that he was under his thump with no way out.
Funny, how his hatred for Ra’s always seemed to find a way to grow.
“When did you find this?” Tim asked again, dropping all the photos on the table and standing up, furious.
“Relax, detective” Purred Ra’s, clearly amused, “we are here to have a nice, civilized chat”
“Relax?” Tim frowned, raising his voice, “how do you expect me to-“
“Enough, Timothy”, started Ra’s.
He stood up and pointed at the armchair in which Tim had been sitting.
“Sit”
Tim was sat.
“Do with that information what you will, Detective”.
Ra’s headed towards the door before adding:
“I’ll send your regards to your Tam friend, I’m sure she is restless to see you”
With that, Ra’s left, closing the door behind him, leaving Tim sitting there, alone and angry.
This was not the first time Tim had been betrayed at all but it only now hit him that he did trust Ra’s in the end. He didn’t expect him to hide information from him. Tim though he had no reason to.
The world was proving that, once again, Tim was an idiot. A hopeful idiot.
Massaging his temple, irritated, he grabbed the photos and headed towards his bed, spreading all the photos on it.
He looked at the one by one. The first one was a photo dating 1925 with a couple posing in the park, smiling. It was blurry and the quality was shit, but if you looked hard enough, you could clearly see Bruce on the back, walking. And he was way older that he was supposed to be, of course.
The second was a photo of a batsimbol on the wall of a cave, very similar to what they found on that day. Another batsimbol on a tree, and another on the ceiling of an abandoned warehouse, and another, and then another couple, and then a group of friends. There were dozens of photos, dated in different times, very wide apart, where Bruce should have been very young or not born at all.
He didn’t really know what to do with all this information. He could send it to the JLA, to prove he had been right. But that would be immature and impulsive.
As useful to prove his point as all this information was, it only confirmed his suspicion, that Bruce had ben somehow sent back in time. But Tim still had no idea how to send him back or how he even got sent back in time, and all this photos didn’t help. So, what to do with all it? Let it rot on a shelf until he found a way to bring Bruce back? But how? It was the first time Tim had to deal with something of this magnitude, much less alone and with his and his friends lives being threatened, depending on his success.
It soon became clear that he would not be able to sleep the remainder of the night. And now that he lacked possession of caffeinated drinks, it would be hell on earth. He was starting to understand why people considered caffeine a drug.
So, he grabbed a notebook, a pencil and glue from his nightstand. Because, apparently he had a hole art studio on his room, and started arts and crafts to organize all the evidence, grouping batsimbols on one side, and photos of people on the other, scribbling down details beside each and every photo.
He went on doing that until well in the morning, when the sun started to illuminate his features a little bit too much and started to become increasingly annoying. He looked up to his only window and source of light and decided to get up to get rid of the soreness in his legs. He didn’t know if he had to wait for someone to come get him or if he could just head out on his own. It’s not like he was scared of Ra’s. Not at all.
He was, obviously, not scared of him. So Tim decided to walk out the door. Which was locked. He was still kind of a prisoner, Tim though, so it would make sense that the door was locked. Still, it was strange, because Ra’s had not locked the door when he walked out, he was pretty sure.
Tim didn’t like to be trapped, he didn’t like it one bit. At least this kind of trapped. Because he could easily pick the lock and flee, and yet, yet, he couldn’t. Because if he did, Pru would be in trouble, and Tam. And B. Because Bruce, The Batman, needed him. He needed him. Him. And maybe Tim would never go back, and maybe they would never see each other again. But Bruce had to live, he had to come back. And he had to put things back together. Fix them. With or without him. Maybe, probably, without him. Perhaps it would be better. Easier. To put the family back together once he wasn’t there. Jason and Damian would have no one to try and kill, Dick would have to worry about one sibling less. Maybe Cass would miss him, but she had left him to go to China to deal with her own grief. And even if he couldn’t blame her, he would be lying if he said the he didn’t resent her at the very least a little bit. Stephanie had proven time and time again that Tim was unimportant to her. His relationship with Barbara was provisional at best, outright cold at worst. Alfred would miss him, that’s for sure. But then again, he never stood up for Tim, which, if you read into the lines, means that he doesn’t care all that much about him. And Bruce, of course, who never stood up for him and who never treated him past coworker/partner, never like a son, never like Dick, or Jason, or Damian.
If he had to say the truth, he resented them. Maybe more than they resented him. But He guesses he will never know, for they probably will never see each other again. Maybe he doesn’t care as much as he though he did.
Maybe he’d expected something different, something more. As always. Tim was an idiot, he didn’t think.
With nothing else to do but to drown in his doom, he turned around and towards his bed. He lay down and stared at the ceiling, trying to prevent intrusive thoughts. Well. More intrusive thoughts from clouding his judgment. Which was hard because he was very bored.
It wasn’t too long before his door was being opened, thankfully. Curiously, without Tim hearing a shuffling of keys.
“Come on”, Spoke the man. It was the same man as yesterday. Tim didn’t know his name, so he decided Bob would suit him just fine. Nice.
He got up and walked towards Bob, stopping right in front of him, estranged that Bob hadn’t started walking yet.
“Master wants to you to have breakfast with him” Spoke Bob, deceptively.
It was kind of funny to hear a 6’3 foot man covered in scars calling someone ‘master’, but well, stranger things have happened.
“Oh don’t worry”, Started Tim, having noticed the deceptive tone in which Bob had talked, “I’ll be careful not to steal him away from you”
Bob sneered, amused. Probably.
“I guess I should thank you then”
Tim smirked. He didn’t exactly expect Bob to be all that friendly. You know, with all the scars and all.
Maybe. And hear a man out before judging. Maybe, just maybe, he could try to turn some of Ra’s people against him. He thought he had just got lucky with Pru, Owns and Z, that almost everyone else supported Ra’s through hell and back. But it couldn’t be that much of a coincidence that all the people he had meet thus far in the league showed some kind of, of something, against Ra’s. He doesn’t nearly have the amount of loyalties he claims to have. Statistics.
“Come on” Nudged Bob, after an awkward silence, “Let’s go”.
They walked out of the door and Tim made sure to look for any locks in the door. There were none. Huh.
They continued in silence for a while, walking past the nauseating green everything. Green was definitely Tim’s least favorite color now.
They took a different direction that the other day, which made some kind of sense because they weren’t headed to the Throne Room or whatever it was called.
They finally came to a halt in front a fancy, big, green and gold door. Though less fancy than the Throne Room’s.
“Go ahead, get in” Bob pointed with his head towards the door.
Tim stood there, a bit confused.
“I’m not allowed inside”
“That sucks, why?”
“You’re alone now”.
He didn’t answer his question, rude.
“I know”
Not exactly alone it seems, because the moment he opened the door, he spotted Pru, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. And Ra’s, obviously. On a throne. Talk about a pretentious motherfucker.
“Timothy, good morning”, spoke Ra’s, “do come in”.
Chapter 4
Notes:
So I have basically decided that cannon is my bitch and I can do anything I want. So.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
"Good morning, Detective" repeated Ra's as Tim seated by his side, silent.
Tim looked Pru in the eyes, questioningly.
"You do know it is good manners to wish someone a good morning in western culture?", started Ra's, rasing an eyebrow, "or am I, perhaps, mistaken?"
Tim turned his head towards him, annoyed.
“Good morning”
“I thought, Timothy” Started Ra’s “that what better time to interact than breakfast?”
Tim thought of a sharp remark, but Pru’s presence just reminded him of the consequences for his actions. Even if he was still angry at Ra’s, he couldn’t risk losing to him o even angering him a bit.
He still had to think of a way to determine how to get Bruce back, which pretty much meant meddling with Time, which, hah, consequences. But that didn’t matter that much because, well, this time the consequences were only for him. Which was fair because it was him who chose to follow this path, no matter what. So he deserves anything the universe might throw at him.
Right?
Right.
He couldn’t communicate with Pru with Ra’s beside them, which was a pain because she seemed quite bemused and Tim didn’t want anything more than console her and well, maybe she wouldn't really appreciate it, but sue him, he really wanted to. She also looked downright pissed, but not at Ra’s? Or maybe yes at Ra’s but she was looking at him. Murderous.
Tim didn’t do anything to her as far as he could recall. The only thing he did that was “wrong” was talking to Tam. But she didn’t know that.
So, back to breakfast. Ra’s was looking at him as well, just not murderous. Which left him feeling a bit too observed.
He played around with his toast, it was still early so he was not really hungry. Well maybe it was not that early but still, not hungry.
“Is the breakfast not to your liking, Timothy?” Questioned Ra’s. Because of course he would.
“Yes,“ Started Tim, forcing himself to eat on bite, “it’s delicious” .
“I am glad detective, you will be needing that strength”
Pru narrowed her eyes at Ra’s, pissed. Not at him at least, Tim though.
They finished their breakfast in silence, which was distressing, but better than having to converse with Ra’s at least.
Once finished, an assassin/servant/idk guided Pru out. Tim followed her with his gaze until Ra’s caught his attention.
“I believe it is time for your training to resume your training now that you’re almost fully healed”.
Tim straightened his back if there was something he hated more than Ra's, it was training with Ra’s. It was as if he hurt him purposefully. And he was sure Ra’s was expecting him to kill his fighting partner. Which was terrifying.
“Abd al-Shakur, who has been guiding you as of yet will come get you when its time, إلى اللقاء”.
With that, he left, leaving the door open. Tim hesitated for a moment, wondering if Bob or, apparently Abdus Shakur, who has graduated to Bobo now, would come get him or if he could just up and leave.
Since it had been a while and the door was open, Tim decided to just get going.
He strode silently through the corridors, admiring the drawings, the history. Everything green of course.
Suddenly, he felt observed as a careless shadow appeared by his side and quickly disappeared. Tim decided to keep walking.
Once he reached a corner, he decided to turn towards the wrong hallway and hid behind a curtain with his foot slightly out.
Soon, a young voice yelped, falling on their face and hitting the ground. Tim appeared from the curtains to help the young boy, a teen most likely, from the ground.
The kid didn’t take his hand at first though and just stayed on the ground, rubbing his neck and looking at the ground.
“Hello”, started Tim, “I’m Tim”. He crouched to the ground.
“I…”, started the kid, ashamed, “I’m sorry”. He took Tim’s hand and they both raised from the ground. The “kid” was almost Tim’s height, but Tim was short for his age so the boy should be around fifteen or fourteen, a year or two younger than Tim.
“What for?” Questioned Tim, trying to get to the bottom of this and, perhaps, make a friend for his little plot.
“It’s just that”, he hesitated, “everyone has been talking about you for a while now and I just wanted to, I don’t know, see for myself”.
Tim though of asking him what they were saying about him, but before he could, a cold hand hit him in the head, though not very hard, but still made him almost fall forward.
“What the-“Tim started, rubbing his neck while turning around.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Whisper-shouted Pru, that being the loudest as she could probably talk yet.
“What are you talking about?” Questioned Tim, staying calm, but confused.
“Don’t play dumb motherfucker” Pru grabbed him from his shirt, “I thought we said we wouldn’t do anything dumb yet, and yet now I find out that Tam was moved to a cell because of you?”
Oh
Oh fuck.
Tim had forgotten about that.
How could have Tim have forgotten about that?
Uselessly, Tim mumbled apologies halfheartedly while Pru continued to whisper-shout at him. Tim took a large breath and focused.
“Okay, okay” He said while carefully removing Pru’s hand, who was leering at him as if she was about to chop his head off. Which, fair.
“I have a plan”.
Pru scoffed, not liking the idea of any of Tim’s plans.
“No, you are not doing anything” Pru pointed a finger at him, “you have already caused enough harm as it is”.
Tim froze.
But she was right, wasn’t she?
She had every right to be mad at him after all. It was his fault.
“And who’s he?” Pru suddenly stopped his train of thought, pointing at the boy.
“I’m Iman”
“Prudence”
They looked at each other uncomfortably.
“Iman, do you have acces to the cells?” Tried asking Tim.
Maybe it was too soon and he was risking Iman telling his family or, worse, Ra’s. But it was his fault and so, he had to fix it.
Pru looked at him with eyes that screamed, WHAT ARE YOU DOING and were about to murder him slowly and painfully. Thankfully, Iman was probably under the impression that they followed Ra’s blindly, which was probably what Ra’s had told every assassin, because soon he said:
“No, but I have a friend that does”.
Pru and he exchanged a look, and Tim smiled sheepishly which had Pru rolling her eyes.
Tim didn’t think she really blamed him for the death of her friends, but she would be in her righto be if not. If Tim hadn’t started to pursue this suicide mission in the first place, maybe nothing would have really happened.
Maybe, just maybe, he regretted starting his search for Batman. He often asked himself if it was really worth it, worth putting his family (not really his family though) and friends (most of them dead) against him. And the answer was yes. Because maybe Tim hadn’t acknowledged it yet, but he was not searching for Batman because he wanted him back (which he kind of did) but more because he needed a reason to keep going.
If his parents were dead, if Jason was fully reincorporated into the fold, if Kon and Bart were dead, if Damian was still trying to kill him, if Bruce was dead.
You see, Tim needs to be needed. He lives to serve and to help, so if he’s not needed. Then what?
That awful, terrifying unknown had been hunting him until now. Never fully out and never fully in, because Tim refused to acknowledge he was as heartless as to having a hidden, personal, arrogant, egocentric motive to want Bruce alive rather than the sole and only want of having his paternal figure back.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” questioned Pru, interrupting his very productive, very important thoughts that were cero percent intrusive and depressing. No no.
Tim stared at her, not having fully grasped reality yet, processing her question.
“You were biting your nails and staring at nowhere with a frown” Pru crossed her arms “you only do that when you’re overthinking something”
Damn, what a way to out him to they’re new friend, Iman. Who, by the way, was standing in front of them looking extremely uncomfortable.
“Iman, who is this friend you talk about?” asked Tim.
“Ah”, said Iman, as he snapped out of it, “His name is Jorge, he sometimes guards the door to the cells, and, you know, has the keys and everything”.
“And where could we find this Jorge?” asked Pru, butchering his name to an almost unrecognizable state.
“Look, we were told that you would be The Masters right hand man” Started Iman, looking directly at Tim, obviously having realized his mistake as he nervously added, “you do understand that I can’t go against his orders?”
Tim and Pru exchanged a look, this time, it was Pru who started smiling sheepishly.
“Are you sure this is the way?” asked Tim, uncertain.
They were walking through hallways way too fancy to be approaching literal cells, not to say, instead of going down, which was were cells and dungeons were normally held, they were going up.
“Hey, I’ve been living here for forever” Pru eyed him, squinting her nose like a know-it-all, “have a bit of faith”.
Tim eyed her warily, keeping a close eye to the boy currently being held prisoner in Pru’s shoulder.
“How long did you say the poison lasted?”
“Again, it is not a poison”.
“It looks like one”.
“Just because it’s red doesn’t mea-“
They were interrupted by loud classing noises coming from afar, startling Tim.
“Looks like we’ve arrived” Pru stopped walking and faced him.
“Pru there is nothing here but us, and I don’t think that noise is very welcoming either”
Pru snorted and knocked twice on the wall to their right, under a portrait of Ra’s (very ugly by the way).
“What are you doing?”
Pru was very obviously going mad.
She raised a finger to her mouth, signaling him to be quiet. Suddenly, the noises stopped and the ground opened under them. Literally.
With his training, Tim thankfully didn’t embarrass himself by screaming and just let out a surprised noise.
They fell and fell for what felt like five minutes, so not that long, but still. They fell.
The landed on a very hard and not at all comfortable ground. Having almost fallen on his face, Tim stood up on shaky legs and supported himself on the wall.
“What”, he started, trying to catch his breath, “was. that?”
“Fun” answered Pru, lifting a, thankfully, uninjured Iman off the ground.
“I wouldn’t describe this as fun you know, you could have at least warned me”
Noises, the same classing noises from before, started sounding everywhere around them, louder, and definitely closer.
“Oh, the real fun is about to begin”
Notes:
Translation:
إلى اللقاء - Ila l-liqā’ (until the meating literally translated, it means see you later)
Chapter Text
Eeeeeerm sorry for not posting for like 4 months🤭
Tim looked around, slightly unsettled. And obviously not scared at all.
"Pru? I don't think all those noises are really reassuring"
"Please you're such a pussy, wasn’t it you the one who wanted to come down here?"
"Well can you at least tell me what the fuck those noises are? Please?"
"Uhm, I don't really know"
Tim stared at her, mouth open.
"Really?"
"uhum, and we better get going"
Said Pru, as the noises seemed to approach more and more.
As they started walking through the almost unlit corridor, Pru stated:
"I don't suppose we came down here without a plan right? Like, we save Tam, and then?"
"You siriously thought I would even consider coming to the dungeons if I didn't have a plan?"
"Uhm, yeah"
"Great cause you're right"
Pru stopped, almost dropping the boy from her arms.
"Are you serious?"
"Almost, I don't have an exact plan, but I do know that a mision ship is going to be going on a mission somewhere this afternoon, so"
Pru relaxed, even if only a bit and they continued walking.
"But what then? We can't just send her on a random ship alone and even less hidden from some assassins going who knows where, and if we take down de assassins, Ra's will find out"
"And that, dearest Prudence, is when we all will get on the ship. Including our new friend Iman"
"You're willing to take that risk?"
"Well I can't just leave him in good conscience to Ra's knowing all this was his fault"
"I didn't mean him, I meant you. Idiot"
"Me?"
"Yeah, are you willing to risk him going after you?"
"Sure"
"And what about your search for the big bad bat?"
"I'll just hand the evidence to the JLA"
Tim felt bad lying, but he hoped Pru would just buy it. He hadn't fallen so low as to hand his burdens and his hard work (even if hadn't found this evidence himself) to an organization who had already stated clear they would not be helping him. And he definitely wasn't willing to let Ra's follow him and hurt those he loved. Past tense.
Pru had definitely found something fishy, but fortunately, or unfortunately, however you prefer, they came to a halt in front of two separate doors, one to the right, and one to the left. The one on the right was a wooden door, simple, and without any extravagances. The door on the left however, was green and gold, with intricate details and a bid marble snake covering the door. This part, thankfully had more light than all the previous ones.
“I guess this is like the labyrinth in fantasy movies, one door leads to the dungeons, and the other to certain death, most likely with those classing noises”
Those classing noises where coming from the right door, actually, so probably not that one.
But it was just too obvious wasn’t it? The noises where clearly coming from the right, but then it would be too easy to guess, and that was unlike Ra’s, so perhaps it is that door and the dungeons come after whatever is making that noise, or perhaps that noise is just for scaring the people away and there’s actually nothing. Or perhaps it is the door to the left because it is obvious it is to the left so we’d go to the right, then it’s certainly the left one.
“Snap out of it” Pru hit his head, not too hard, and handed him Iman, who was starting to stir in his sleep.
She confidently headed towards the door with the classing noises and opened it.
“See? There’s no-“
They ground fell under them. Again.
And once again, they fell.
This time, the ground was not dirt but grass. And Tim was alone.
He let himself stay there laying down, as shellfish as that was.
Slowly, he sat and looked around. He sighed when he saw that he didn’t know where he was and that, just as he had feared, neither Pru nor Iman were by him. The moment he stood up, the scene changed. Now he wasn’t in a land field, he was home.
The Drake manor stood before him, but it wasn’t the Drake manor he left behind, it was from way back, to when he was young and still living in it. He could tell because the gardens were cared for, and the porch was not drowned in dirt.
Slowly and against his better judgement, he went inside. Surprisingly, his mother was in the kitchen, cooking something. Tim didn’t know what it was but it smelled delicious.
“Timothy dear, welcome home. How was school?” She said, smiling warmly as she approached him.
He was this close to asking what she meant, as he hadn’t gone to school for almost a year now, but before he could, she cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the cheek, to then proceed to hug him, immersed in the moment, he raised his hands to hug her back, keeping back tears. He became aware of the weight of a backpack on his back as she let go.
“I’m making Borscht to eat, come”
He left the backpack on an empty spot on the counter, and sat in front of Janet to eat.
“I know” She started, “that I have not always been the best mother” She reached her hand to grab his, which he accepted, “But since your father died I-“ She took a deep breath, holding back tears, “I have realized that you and him were the only important things in my life. I have already lost him, and I am willing to do anything to fix all that emptiness we left in this house for you”.
Tim was truly speechless. If this was a hallucination, it was working. This, this is all he’d ever wanted. Not for his father to die, of course. But yet, he’d take this any day over Bruce. And that hurt to even think, because in the end, he was there, and his parents were not. He stood there not because he had to, but because he wanted, to some extent at least. But for Tim, his parents would always come first, no matter how much they hurt him, because he was an idiot like that. He would never let go, because he never expected the love he gave to be reciprocate, he didn’t love to be loved back. He just did.
So to be loved back was-, new.
“Timothy dear, are you all right?”
She looked at him, concerned. But like, genuinely concerned, not fake, not because he had a gala to attend to, just because.
“I’m-“Tim started trying to find the words, “I’m fine”
And it seems like Tim’s endeavor to remain calm could be shattered as easily as his mother simply hugging him. As he broke down in tears between her reassuring words of love.
Because this was all he really wanted, wasn’t it? Not Bruce. Not Dick, not his own father, but her. His mum.
“It’s all right, sweetheart” She kissed his forehead, “you can skip this meal if you’re not feeling okay, yeah?”
Tim nodded and she headed him to his bedroom, which, surprisingly, showed signs of an actual 16 year old living there.
He lay on the bed that his mum had opened for him, without taking his eyes off of her.
“I’ll just go downstairs to tidy everything up in a moment, okay?”
After he nodded, she caressed his head and went downstairs.
And now, it was only Tim and himself. He sat on his bed, the thick winter sheets falling to his lap. He knew this wasn’t real, he remembered everything in the prison (?) and he knew that he had to leave. And soon. Tim didn’t think he would be able to stand leaving with enough time spent here. But he had no clue on how to leave. Acknowledging it was all false clearly wasn’t it or he would have already woken up. So.
Because this was a dream or whatever and against his better judgment, he decided to head for the window. Surely if he could find the batcave it would be easier to figure something out.
Carefully, he stood up ensuring not to make a noise and he stuck his head out of the window. Fortunately, the location of his bedroom hadn’t changed and the fall to the ground would be minimal.
So, he just jumped. Besides, if this was all truly a dream, he couldn’t get hurt, right?
Well, as long as he could find something in the next like 4 hours he wouldn’t have to test that out. He didn’t know how long the time difference between ‘dream world’ and ‘real world’ was, or if there was one at all. The less time spent here the better.
He ran for a little while just to make sure his mother wouldn’t spot him, and when she realized he was gone, didn’t know where he went. After he had made sure she wouldn’t be able to recognize him in the distance, he slowed down. It was cold and he wasn’t exactly wearing winter appropriate clothing. So he put his hands in his pockets and raised his shoulder a little to try and cover his neck. Just ten minutes later, he spotted Wayne Manor in the distance and started wondering if this was a good idea, what if Batman was also dead here? What if he was alive? What if he didn’t know who Tim was? So he decided to google on his phone for ‘Batman’.
But when he searched everywhere, on tiktok, Instagram, twitter… nothing.
Batman didn’t exist.
Tim stopped in his tracks and made up his mind. He decided to go to Crime Alley.
It was a long walk and a possible hypothermia, but it was all a dream. So.
Chapter Text
Just as Tim was about to turn towards crime alley, he pondered not going on such a long walk and just heading to the manor to have a watch. He doubted he would find anything but, you know, just in case.
So, with renewed motivation, he headed towards the formerly known as Wayne Manor, now known as… Tim was fairly surprised when he searched for the manor on Google and the same name popped up, as it turns out, even though the “Batfamily” no longer existed, it turns out the “Wayne family” did. The photo that popped up when he searched for them was clearly taken a few years back, which was surprising because in “real world”, the Wayne family was always somewhere mediatic, whether it was a scandal or a new life changing deal by Wayne enterprises, which seemed to still exist in “dream world”, over all, there was little or no information on “dream” Wayne family. In the photo, he could see almost everyone from the “real world”, except for him, of course. Dick, Jason, Cass, Steph and Damian in the middle, on one side Bruce, and on the other, Alfred.
Tim was actually kind of surprised because the photo seemed quite old, old enough for it to be impossible to have Damian in it. But alas, “dream world”, right? It wasn´t as if he cared, he just wanted to return. He obviously didn`t mind a little bit that everyone was in the photo, everyone but him. No, no, he didn't.
With this little dialogue in his head, he had barely noticed that he had arrived at the outer gate. He rang the bell and waited for an answer. It was answered fast, a small mercy that Alfred hadn’t changed.
“Good afternoon, who do I have the pleasure to be speaking with?”
Ah, it was weird having Alfred address him so formally. It kind of reminded him of when he first showed up on the manor’s doorstep, he recalls so vividly when a confused Alfred let him in, with almost the same words as now.
“Timothy Drake, sir.”
“And what brings you here, young man?”
“I was hoping I could speak with Bruce Wayne?”
“Mr. Wayne is busy right now; however, I could relay the message to him.”
“It is of great importance, sir, I’m afraid it has something to do with one of his children.”
There was silence at the other end of the line for a bit before the walls were opened automatically. Tim headed straight inside the property with little to no hesitation. Nothing had changed, he noticed; all the gardens and the façade were the same as before.
The front door opened, and an old man, clearly Alfred, walked out. There were some minor differences, but that wasn´t too weird considering this was the “dream world”.
“Come on in then, Master Bruce is in his study” Spoke Alfred, eyeing him warily.
Tim followed him through hallways he knew all too well until they reached B’s study.
He was actually kind of hyperventilating. It would be the first time he saw Bruce since, well everything. What if he was like, evil or something here? What would he say when he saw Tim? What would Tim say to him?
‘Hey, I’m your son from like not-dream land, or another universe, idk man I’m just not from round here. Mind helping me get back?’
He couldn’t say that.
Tim kind of regretted coming here in such a rush, God he was dumb. Too late though, the doors to B’s office were already being opened in front of his very eyes.
He couldn’t run away. But he didn’t think he could face him either.
Alas, too late.
“Ah, Timothy Drake, no?”
What
What
What the hell was Ras doing in Bruce’s study? In his chair?
In his place?
“What the hell Ra’s?”
“Close the door, Pennyworth, please”
Tim launched himself through the door before Alfred could close it on his face.
He ran down the stairs and through the front door. He was about to cross the gardens when, right at the door-
“Good try, detective.”
Ra’s grabbed him from behind by his waist. Their size difference was big enough for Tim to have absolutely no chance of getting him off. Nevertheless, he still got a nice and deep bite in his shoulder.
He dragged him into the house and to his office once again, where he dropped him on the armchair and locked the door.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’m doing you a favor.”
Tim panicked when he realized his body wouldn’t move. He was stuck on the armchair.
And if that wasn’t enough, water started flooding through the door. Green water. Lazarus water.
And he couldn’t move.
“Fuck” He swore, “Why Ra’s? Why not leave me alone?”
“Because you are mine, Timothy, I need you.”
What the fuck.
Sure, Ra’s has always been creepy.
This is another kind of creepy.
“What would you have done if I had refused to become your heir?” He suddenly asked, the question randomly spawning in his mind.
“I would have managed to keep you close either way,” Started Ra’s, approaching Tim “I think I would have made you my wife.”
Tim was absolutely panicking now.
Ra’s didn’t stop approaching, Lazarus water was on the verge of touching his foot, and he couldn’t move.
“I’m a man, and underage. One would think even you would have some morals.”
If this was to be his death, he could at least try not to go being a coward.
“Ah, see, when you are as old as I, small things like gender, and age stop seeming so important. I will outlive you after all”
Ra’s was so close. If Tim was just able to move his foot slightly, he would be able to touch the water. Was it better to die? Or to surrender to Ra’s?
He couldn’t move his foot. As much as he tried, he just couldn’t. He was actually sweating from trying, becoming desperate. Fortunately, death, as always, came to find him. Right before Ra’s could get anywhere near where Tim was absolutely right guessing where it was going, the water reached his foot.
The pain was so overbearing, he was finally abe to move, to talk, to scream. The world became a blur around him.
And, finally, nothing.
Notes:
Ehm, Hi again! I'll post the next chapter soon, hopefully.
Until next time, I always come back.
IamTheOceansWater on Chapter 6 Sun 07 Sep 2025 02:35PM UTC
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