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Tim hated his name, Timothy, ughhh it was so formal. At least that’s what he told people when he said to call him Tim. It was easier to explain that way.
In reality, he didn’t always hate his name. He used to love it, Timothy Jackson Drake, proof of his parents love for him. He had his father’s name after all.
But his love for the meaning of his name got twisted (he didn’t think his parents saw it the way he did at all, his father liked to stake his claims of possession after all)
“Timothy!” His mother screeched her fingers making crescent shapes on his wrist as she continued to berate him, “Why did you dust the Mings?”
He stammered as his mother continued to screech at him.
“Timothy Jackson Drake!” His father exclaimed in a raised voice before turning back to whisper apologies to some rich Gothamites, “Stop being such a baby, go and apologize.”
They had hit him, called him names. He was the one who got punished.
He didn’t like his name for long.
He was younger than five when he realized his parents didn’t love him.
He was six when he was left alone in a cold empty house that was too big for one kid.
As much as he hated he the solitude, as much as he still loved his parents, though they didn’t reciprocate the feeling, he hated them coming back more.
Whenever they came back, the cold empty house would still be cold and empty. Colder still with the withering stares of disappointment and disdain.
They felt more gone when they went to parties and dinners and forgot about him alone.
When they were there he sent most of the time hiding under his bed from them or locked in his room bleeding.
It was around that time when he started forgetting things.
That was around the time when he first met Red.