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Pov: you have to be up early in the morning but have just learned (after finding out that a large majority of your favorite fics were taken down or are no longer available which was a sad day in and of itself) that your all time favorite fanfic is back and available and has well over 100+ chapters for you to read!
I must sleep and do things tomorrow but one chapter won't hurt anyone right? Right?
Tim begins to distance himself from his family after Damian becomes Robin.
It was obvious in the way he ran off to rescue Bruce, but that was more of a physical thing at the end of the day. He was desperate and had lost any kind of safety net and support he had after Dick threatened Arkham and how badly he hurt Alfred with his instance that Bruce was alive.
Either way he was going to get Bruce back, if not because he felt like he was an aimless, nothing human being without Batman then there was that he wanted to be believed.
Then Dick handed over Robin to Damian who at that point genuinely despised Tim, though there was also a level of jealously in the young Wayne’s mind at the intelligence and analytical Tim.
It was then that Tim decided he would bring Bruce back and then do his own thing, outside of Robin and outside of Batman.
He clearly had done his job hadn’t he? Sure Bruce was dead, but Dick was acting as Batman and that Batman had a Robin, so his reasoning for being Robin was extinguished.
Tim brings Bruce back and the older man praises and thanks him for several days and then, like everything else, the attention moves away. It goes to him connecting with Damian on a vigilante level and catching up on the last several months of him being ‘dead’. It goes to Jason who, now that he’s lost his foster father has decided that maybe he could try a little harder after all.
It goes to everyone and anyone other than Tim and this time? That’s actually the plan.
Tim isn’t as good of a hacker as Barbara, but she’s basically a god at it so compared to others he might as well be master level, just not against her. This he uses to shift around peoples schedules so Alfred has no choice but to let him go to school on his own (Tim may have also invented an early morning ‘club’ that was totally legit and not at all a fabrication). He makes it so when Dick is over or Jason takes the rare opportunity to visit he had to work at WE or DI, something important he can’t neglect.
He never has to walk Ace or Titus because he’s busy with his team mates.
Team mates who think he’s busy helping out Batman.
Tim still does work as a hero, but it’s entirely through his businesses after a while. A few times he has no choice but to go out in a boring black suit with a full face mask and hoodie. It’s got nothing on it, no symbols or gadgets. Nothing to connect him to anyone.
He starts with the homeless, dishing out vaccines like candy without even doing a campaign to showcase it.
Then he changes Bruce’s rather naive approach to orphanages and makes it so every single child who is put through is given a small amount of funding. He makes it so kids have more chance to stay with siblings, makes sure everyone who even so much as enters the ground of a orphanage have a real background check and sure the adoption rate drops, but so does the missing kids and DV cases.
Tim steals over fifty million from people like Luther and Penguin and all kinds of corrupt rich assholes for the majority of the funding and not even a cent of it is traced back to Wayne or Drake businesses. Whiles he’s digging into Lex be manages to get enough evidence to put a sizeable dent in his reputation, even if Lex manages to smooch a fair bit of it back.
He’s manages to take out a large sized trafficking ring and helps get the victims into a real recovery home that he hand picks out security for.
Later, as in a few days afterward, he discovers a dog meat farm and everyone medical veterinary student suddenly finds themself free of student loans and debt and with multiple work opportunities available and volunteer work being down right pleased for.
Tim knows he’s being noticed but given that he basically lives in his office in the heart of the city, he isn’t there to hear his old teammates and ‘family’ talk about the mysterious Dread.
Dread who was named that after a report came out about a theory of an unknown hacker or ‘cyber vigilante’ who was stealing money and information from rich folk and giving it to the poor, giving all of the 1% dread that he would hit them next.
The exact quote was ‘Those with money deeper than their pockets dread the hackers next moves. And they should feel that dread as a warning for this Robin Hood like legend seems to be getting braver.’
Dick was sure the hacker would have been called Robin if he hadn’t chosen that name already, to which Barbara responded with grumbles and growl because she couldn’t find anything other than holes and traps left by the hacker. It was like they knew her every move before she even made it!
Tim, obvious to his growing reputation until it fully took off, hadn’t even considered that his actions would be framed a threat by Batman. He would say it was because he didn’t think Bruce would ever really target him like that, but in actuality it’s because he knew Bruce was one of the few good rich folk. Surely he would be on the side of a secret vigilante hacker trying to use horrible people to do good? He embraced Dread quickly and was happy he make the rich squirm and brought a sense of hope to people, it was just like Robin but instead of them being safe and given light they were given a peace of mind in a mix of revenge and justice.
What Tim doesn’t know is that Bruce is still too far into his whole image of black and white, good and evil, that he tends to forget there’s grey areas.
At least Jason is on the side of Dread, even if he still thinks the myth of a story is just that, a myth.
It’s when Tim blows up a bank when everyone has gone home for the night just so people will find the underground money ring that and he visits the manner to get a few things that he hears them talking about it.
By that point it’s been around two years since he dropped Robin and as usual Dick always greets him with a look of a desperate puppy, “Tim! Hi, you’re here. I haven’t seen you in months, how have you been?”
Tim smiles at Dick even if he hasn’t gotten over his anger at his oldest brother and moves to sit at the breakfast table with everyone (Alfred, Bruce, Jason and Damian).
“Good. Busy, we’ve had a lot of donations lately.”
Jason snorts, “No shit. Isn’t Wayne Enterprise one of the few ones not hit by Dread?”
Bruce grumbles and shakes his head, “I wouldn’t say that. They’ve managed to get into our system and completely changed the Jason Project.”
Jason grins and laughs happily, “you mean improved! Crime Ally is doing great now. Not the best, but still a fuck of a lot better.”
Smiling at the man who once beat him to an inch of his life, Tim takes a sip of his tea and casually says, “You’re welcome.”
The whole table goes quiet as Tim continues to casually sip his tea.
The silence carries for a total minute before Bruce puts down his cup and leans forward with a slight growl in his voice, “Explain.”
“Explain what?”
Bruce stands over his son even from halfway down the table and very obviously tries to calm himself with a deep breath, “What do you mean ‘you’re welcome’?”
Tim makes an ‘oh’ expression before cocking his head to the side in confusion, “I was the one who fixed the Jason Project? Wait, did you guys not realise I’m Dread?”
Damian shouts out a ‘what?!’ That makes Titus jump and Tim laughs under his breath, “What did you think I was doing?”
“Running the business! Not stealing from people and black mailing politicians!”
It’s Tim’s turn to growl now and he stands up himself with a glare at Bruce that is as close as any of them have gotten to the famed Bat-Glare, “Are you fucking kidding me? Like are you a Tully kidding me with that horse shit?”
Bruce looks stunned and Alfred doesn’t even tell him not to swear.
Tim slams his chair into the table.
“What the fuck else would I be doing, Bruce? I’m not Robin, that was taken from me, so what else was I gonna do? I finished my job, not only keeping you from killing anyone but bringing you back, so I had do pick something else. I’m not stealing from the rich, I’m stealing from selfish cunts who ruin peoples lives for no reason and giving it to people like Jason. So, don’t you fucking yell at me and don’t try to make me feel bad for this, not when I’ve done more in two years than you ever have and- don’t you fucking speak Dick, not when you were the one who took my place here away from me! Now, I have a trafficking ring I need to expose so good. Fucking. Day.”
Hi Elwyn! Seems like something's up with MO and your other fics on Ao3. Have you taken them down or maybe changed a setting for account-holder access only? Your works are so well written and my personal favorites, so it would be heartbreaking to lose them 💜Either way, I hope you're doing alright and just want to let you know your fics are so so loved.
Thank you, I appreciate it. I didn't see it until today, but I've gotten a 30 day suspension on Ao3, which is why some of my fics are down. They said they had tried to contact me about it, but I didn't get any emails. May have been in my spam, I'm not sure. I think it may have been because of someone commenting about Patreon on the work which can also be held against me/the work, or me linking my carrd.
I can't do anything until October 7th, including editing out any offending notes or deleting comments, because of the suspension. I'll try to get it up as soon as possible at that point.
when someone asks me what my favorite book is and i can’t say a 700k word thanzag hades game fanfic that’s about zagreus being raised on the surface with persephone instead, but he has to hide in the underworld with thanatos and many greek heroes in elysium because ares is angry with him for accidentally bringing someone back to life (zagreus didn’t know he could do that, all his life he thought that his father was a mortal and he was a demi-god) 🥀🥀💔💔💔
So, I'm actually going through and properly drawing everyone. There will be multiple final drafts of this because I'm a mad woman who likes giving herself insane projects.
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It's been two weeks of helping the bats look for Robin and Batman, New years came and went and now we're halfway through January. I've learned that a friend of Tim's also went missing at about that time, the young blonde girl I met at his birthday party. When I asked Tim if Stephanie Brown was Robin, he confirmed it.
Apparently Tim met Stephanie the same way he met me, he was out late, alone taking pictures of Robin and Batman. Some street thug cornered him, Stephanie showed up in full purple and she beat the shit of them and the rest was history.
When the second Robin died, Tim went to Nightwing to beg him to help Batman but he refused. Tim went to Steph next and I knew the story from there. I will say this whole Batman and Robin being missing has helped me solidify my points against Batman being Bruce Wayne.
Mostly because Mr. Wayne has been seen plenty around Gotham and even left to go to an event outside of Gotham, I don't really remember where... I've been a bit busy trying to find my friend.
Speaking of outside of Gotham; Trader, or as he's more widely known as Nightwing, has taken up wearing the Bat suit. It was odd to see the typically excited and bouncy Nightwing all dark and brooding, Batgirl agreed that it wasn't something we'd want to see again.
We've learned that Robin was taken first and Batman came after her only to fall into a trap. I'm trying to not let myself wallow in guilt, Oracle recently told us they believe the reason Black Mask went after Robin first was because she'd gotten her hands on some information that only Penguin had... I haven't told them about my involvement that night.
I've been paired up with Batgirl and Oracle a lot, mostly just going in after Nightwing and scouring the place for anything that was left behind. Cat's been doing a lot of digging of her own, pulling in favors from different rouges; like Aunt Ivy or Mister Dent, and goons to find what information she can. My part has been a bit different than everyone else's.
Every time we find even a hint of something related to the original Bat and the third Robin, Batgirl drags me to the scene. These past two weeks have been the most I've ever used my meta ability and it frustrates me to no end when I find nothing. Either I don't find anything that will give us more than what we already know or it gives us a detail that doesn't help solve this problem.
I'm currently sitting in an old office building that Batgirl brought me to, in my hands I'm holding a bullet casing while trying to let my focus slip. The newly constant static buzzing fills my mind as I focus harder, then there's a familiar pop and my eyes fly open. A ghost of a vision blurs before me then slips away. Nothing again, I let out a frustrated sigh before focusing again.
My brow furrows as I focus again. The static gets louder as the bullet casing in my hand gets hotter, hot enough that it starts to burn in my palm but I keep focusing. All I hear is the constant buzzing and all I feel is hot iron in my hands, I close my eyes and push harder.
Pop Pop! Pop! Pop!
A series of flashes and I feel like I'm being thrown backwards, my body going limp as I fall against the harsh office floor. I can barely hear myself scream. Batgirl is by me in an instant, helping me sit up. When I do I feel the trickle of something wet from my nose and falling down my lip. I reach a hand up but a black gloved hand grabs my wrist as a cloth is pressed to my face.
"Batgirl! Come in, what just happened?" Oracle's altered feminine voice crackled through my ear piece causing me to wince, the black glove around my wrist let it go and reached up to the side of Batgirl's mask.
"Cat pushed too hard, another nose bleed," Batgirl said, voice monotoned and smooth. I can't see her face but I can feel her scowling at me, I roll my eyes before pulling my bottom mask back over my face.
"Stray, we've talked about this. Don't push yourself, if there's nothing to be found..." I hear the strange buzzing that is Oracle sigh before she continues, "Go home Stray, Batgirl go help Nightw- Batman."
With that Batgirl is gone, moving into the shadows and disappearing. I pull myself to my feet before leaving the office and going home, it's harder with the pounding headache that has rapidly appeared over the course of my maneuvering home.
It's fine, I'll deal with it later.
February
I can feel the adrenaline spiking through my veins as me and Selina land on the rooftop of a random warehouse. Batgirl contacted Selina only a few minutes ago telling her to come to this address and to bring me. They found something and I'll be damned if I don't help find everything I can.
Entering the warehouse, we can immediately hear a man laughing and the sound of a harsh clap of someone slapping something. Walking further in I immediately spotted Batgirl standing off to the side, her cape completely wrapped around her and flaring out on the floor.
Nightwing is wearing an older Batman suit with a more dark blue and grey color scheme than the typical black and grey. He's standing in front of a man who's tied up to a metal chair, he's wearing a familiar suit and half mask. He's one of Black Mask's men and he's not saying much of anything, despite the clear beating he's taken.
Immediately I walk towards the man, pulling off my glove as I walk forwards. A hand grabs my shoulder and spins me so I'm looking at Selina, it's hard to see past her orange lenses and face mask but I can tell she's worried.
"Don't over do it Kitten, we don't know what you can do against someone living." I shrug off her hand as frustration builds in my chest.
She keeps treating me like I've never done this before, like I have no idea the full capabilities of my powers. I still have the scar of an ancient knife being stabbed into me, I know what I can do.
"I'll do what it takes to get my friend back, Cat." I turn around and square my shoulders as I walk towards the tied up man.
As I walk closer to Batman he steps back, letting his cape fall around him in a similar manner to Batgirl's. I don't pay him any attention as my eyes never leave the man before me, once I'm in front of him I hear Batman growl out one last attempt.
"Last chance, tell us where Robin is or she'll make you." I pull down my face mask to reveal the feral smile plastered across my face.
The man flinches but doesn't say anything, my smile drops and I pull my mask back over my face. I don't wait for a signal or go-ahead, I don't even hesitate, my ungloved hand lays flat against the man's forehead. The sweat and grime doesn't make me cringe as I focus on letting the buzzing consume everything before there's a loud pop.
I open my eyes and see how the man was captured by the two Bats, I see him tied up and Nightwing interrogating the man. I focus more on the image of Robin and Batman, letting the buzzing get louder until there's two small pops and I'm standing in front of Black Mask who's sitting at a large desk. I start describing everything I see out loud.
There's another pop and I'm walking in a large tunnel system, I do my best to explain what I'm seeing and where I'm going. The tunnel opens up into a large dead end room and I walk towards a set of barred doors. Looking inside the first one is a clearly beaten Batman, there's a gas mask over his mouth that's attached to a small canister.
The thought of bootleg fear toxin enters my head and I voice it aloud. Walking to the next cage I immediately recognize the curly mass of blond hair, Robin is tied to a chair though she has no fear toxin mask and is unconscious. There's another much louder pop and I'm standing in front of Batman, my fist bloody and bruised.
The last pop is deafening as static and light take over my senses and I'm shunted out. I have to physically take a step back as I reorientate myself to the area around me, I can feel the familiar trickle of blood from my nose and immediately grab the cloth from my pouch.
"Did you get all of that or do I need to go in again?" I ask finally looking up, Batgirl and Batman are crowding around the tied up man and I hear Selina walking up to me.
"What's going on?" Selina asked, her worry clear in her voice as she stands beside me, she continues forwards and steps around to the other side of Batman.
"How hard did you push?" Batman asked turning to look at me over his shoulder, I shrunk into myself a bit, without realizing, at the intensity of his glare.
"Not that hard, what happened? What's going on?" I ask, moving to step forwards but Cat immediately whirls around and marches up to me. I can clearly see her anger, frustration and disappointment on her face.
"You fried his brain! I told you to not over do it!" Selina hisses as she grasps my shoulders and shakes them.
A wave of nausea runs over me and I have to rip off my mask and pull myself away from Selina's grasp, I double over as my stomach empties itself and tears form in my eyes.
"I didn't mean to... I promise!"
April
"I'm coming with you!" I yell trying to get past Selina to get into my room, they've found them. They found Batman and Robin, I have to go with them. I have to help!
"No! I won't argue with you about this," Selina blocks my path once again and I let out a frustrated cry, that only seems to harden Selina's resolve.
"You're not going." That was the last thing she said before slipping out and leaving me at home with the cats.
I can feel the anger, frustration and guilt simmering low in my gut as they twist themselves into a hard knot over and over again. But I know why Selina won't let me go with them, I understand and it helps ease the boiling emotions. Not by much but enough that I don't follow and listen to what my guardian said.
They found a lead, a good one regarding Batman and Robin. Selina and Nightwing are going to investigate it, I know I could be helpful with my powers but Cat doesn't trust me after the incident with the goon.
It doesn't help that I've felt off all day today and yesterday, everything is just a bit overwhelming. Like the air feels thick and it's really hard to concentrate on one thought, I wouldn't be of any help like this and that just contributes to the pit in my stomach.
I walk back into the living room and sit down on the couch, the room is dark except for the lights of Gotham outside the window. There's a trilling meow as slowly Queenie jumps up onto the couch and slowly walks closer. Without really thinking about it I let the mass of black fluff curl up into my lap while I pet her.
I don't know how long I sat in my dark living, slowly petting my cat as Kingsley and Princess also found spots nearby. I zoned out so hard I barely noticed the buzzing of my phone on the coffee table. Maneuvering in a way that didn't disturb the cats around me I reached forwards and grabbed my phone, reading Tim's name as the caller ID. I don't hesitate to answer the call.
"Hey Timmy what's-" I'm cut off by Tim's small, frantic and obviously panicked voice.
"There's something in the house! Like the thing from the library but bigger!" I immediately get up, completely ignoring the frustrated cats as they all get up and slink off to find another room to nap.
"Call the police, I'll stay on this line but call the police!" I try to keep my voice calm as I possibly can while I frantically grab my backpack and put on my utility belt before covering it up with a hoodie.
There's a click and I realize Tim's made this into a conference call with a GCPD operator.
"Gotham Police what's your emergency?" The only sound is Tim's panicked breathing and a struggle happening, Dana's voice can be heard in the background but I can't hear specifics.
"There's someone in his house, Timmy buddy you've got to tell her okay?" I reach the front door and quickly grab my board, while rushing out into the apartment hall. While running down flights of stairs I have to tell the female operator Tim's address.
"Alright Tim, there's an officer on the way okay? Can you tell me what the intruder looked like?" The operator kept her voice calm and kind as Tim softly whispered everything, his voice tight with fear and tears.
I can't focus on the conversation between Tim and the operator as I make my way through Gotham streets. I run across distance that would slow me down on my board and skate the areas that running would be slower.
Adrenaline pumping through my system as I get across Gotham as fast as possible. There's a gunshot on from Tim's side and my adrenaline spikes even higher as Tim's quiet sobbing is heard on the other side.
"Hold on Timmy, I'm almost there!" I hear the operator say something similar to Tim about the police, nausea rises in my stomach.
Those shots weren't the police? They're not there yet? I feel tears sting my eyes as I push myself to move faster, my throat constricting as I see the high fences of Drake Manor and a police car out front.
I didn't even realize the call had been dropped, I didn't really care as I jumped off my board and ran towards the massive house. My heart was in my throat as fear settled where it once was. I'm suddenly grabbed by an officer, he's speaking to me but I'm not listening. Everything in me is trying to get to Tim, trying to get to the closest thing I have to a little brother.
I don't really remember how long I struggled in the officer's grasp but the moment another one walked out to the front door holding Tim, I fought even harder. The man let me go and I rushed towards Tim, he clung to me as I held him. His tears were soaking my shirt but I couldn't care less.
"He's gone!" Tim keeps wailing those two words over and over, his body shaking as he clings onto me desperately. I hold him as tightly as possible as I bury my face in his hair.
I keep Tim pressed against me as an officer walks Dana out in handcuffs, she looks like she's in shock. The front of her nightgown is stained red and her eyes look hollow and sunken in. They put her into the back of a cop car and it drives away.
There's a bunch of officers surrounding me and Tim asking all sorts of questions that Tim doesn't answer, he just sits there quietly sobbing and I'm kinda left in a daze. Eventually, I don't really remember how, we end up in the back of a cop cruiser and are taken to GCPD. I kinda shake myself out of my daze and find my phone, I call Selina but she doesn't answer so I leave a message.
"Mom?" I swallow around the tightness in my throat, "I'm with Tim at the police station... Something happened and I- we need you here. So, uh- if you could hurry down that would be great yeah?" I struggle to speak as tears fall down my cheek.
I finish leaving the message and put my phone down next to me and just hug Tim. When asked where my guardian was I explained that Selina was on her way back and that she'd been out of town on a work trip. When I was questioned about my relation to Tim, I answered saying I'm a close family friend.
When asked if there was anyone else who could come to help I was left with a blank. I knew there were others who would come help. Mr. Luther or Mrs. Dowd came to mind but I don't know how to contact them. Another name popped into my head and I called immediately. The line only rang twice...
"Are you hurt sweetie?" Mrs. Thomas's kind, sleep addled voice asked immediately, I couldn't stop the soft sobbing that started.
"It's alright sweetheart where are you? Just tell me where you are alright," Mrs. Thomas instructed and I took a desperate breath before calming myself down.
"Gotham Police Station, the one near Town Hall... I'm with Timmy and-" I can't finish the sentence as another sob wracks my body, Tim is shaking just as hard if not harder than I am. There's a massive wet spot on the shoulder of my shirt but I don't care.
"Alright darling, we're on our way okay? We'll be right there."
I don't really know how long it was, Tim had fallen asleep on my shoulder. His hands are still clutching my hand and the front of my shirt, everything around me was like static. Buzzing and loud, fuzzy and hard to comprehend. The only thing I could understand in detail was Tim next to me.
Suddenly the kind, round face of Elaine Thomas is in front of me. She's clear like Tim, not fuzzy and blurred. Soft hands touch my face and wipe away tears that I didn't know were there. I can see her mouth moving but I can't hear anything, Doug is here too I think. Maybe talking to an officer or something, he's frustrated I can tell as much. There's a commotion and then Selina's here next to Mrs. Thomas.
"Mom?"
May
"... That's all I know, when I-" Tim takes in a deep breath and I squeeze his hand. "Dana didn't kill my dad, the Court of Owls did."
Batman, the original one, doesn't say anything. He hasn't since Tim started recounting that night, only giving grunts and nods as Tim talked. He's already gotten my side of the story, everything I heard and what little I saw. It wasn't much but Bats said every little thing helps, I've offered to help more.
To use my psychometry to investigate but he shot it down, 'To traumatic.' as though I couldn't handle it... Maybe I couldn't but I'm willing to try, I'm willing to do anything if it means that Jackson Drake's killer is found and dealt with. It's not like I haven't tried doing it on my own.
I've tried a couple of times to slip out and go to the Drake's residence, only for Selina or a Bat to stop me. I eventually gave up on sneaking out but I haven't given up on helping. Just like I haven't with finding Robin, it's just gotten a lot harder for me to do it behind Selina's back. So I have to be above board for now.
"The Court isn't above killing children, and even though framing a third party is typical it feels a little sloppy. Why didn't they just kill everyone?" Nightwing asked, he's been in Gotham a lot lately helping with the search for Robin.
"I know why," I mumbled, this was something me and Tim figured out a while ago. "It's to send a message."
"To Tim?" Selina asked, she was sitting in a chair across from me and Tim on the couch. Bat and Nightwing were standing in front of us.
"Tim? Probably, he's going to inherit his dad's company eventually so there's probably a reason but no. I was talking about Bruce Wayne," I state, Tim nods before jumping in
"Wayne Industries came up a lot in the Courts offerings to my dad, he never took them and I assume Mr. Wayne didn't either..." Tim trails off after that, quietly watching the two vigilantes for reactions.
"What better way to send a warning to the man, plus they're also trying to scare you as well." I nudged Tim after a long period of silence. No one says or does anything, we all just sit in relative silence. I finally have enough, I can't stand the strange buzzing of everything around me.
"Uh, Batman?" I received a grunt as acknowledgement, "Has anything new come up about Robin?"
As I ask the question I try to focus on Batman, I've only done this once on purpose so far and every other time was by accident. But I can feel it connect, like a slack wire suddenly going taught. As soon as it does I just listen, I can't think of anything or he'll hear as well...
"No, we haven't found anything." Batman grumbles.
'You're going to hurt yourself if you push too hard.'
"Really? Nothing?" I ask, my shoulders slumping at the news.
"Yes, nothing." Nightwing shakes his head at Batman's words.
'Nothing that warrants you getting involved.'
At that I try to push further, to see what Batman knows but it's like I hit a wall. As soon as I hit it the thread snaps and I completely deflate, slumping back against the couch. I need to get better at this but it's harder than I thought, I feel all buzzy and numb again.
"Are you still searching for her?" I ask, it's for my own comfort. I need to know because if they've given up then I can't. I have to find her if no one else will.
"Jillian," I looked up to find Batman crouched in front of me. "I'm going to find Robin."
I nod, trying to fight back tears. I really don't want to cry in front of Batman, that would be so lame. I'm not a kid! I shouldn't be crying but... Warmth streaks down my cheeks and the cold grip of frustration tightens around my throat.
I just want my friend back...
August
I'm out! I can finally help, Selina is busy helping Aunt Harley and Aunt Ivy with something so I can go out! I'm going to find out what I can and I'm going to help!
I glance over my shoulder to make sure Tim's right behind me, the two of us made a deal the night of his father's funeral. We weren't going to leave each other behind, we're partners and we'll investigate everything together.
Tim's keeping up well so I don't hesitate to continue our path through Gotham, we're both currently in civilian clothes. A hood and face mask with our equipment in a backpack including our utility belts and goggles. If Tim's taught me anything it's that it is easier to slip past a bat as a civvie.
I mean Tim's been following them for years, observing and taking pictures. He hasn't gotten caught yet, just casually slipping through alleys and across rooftops like it's an everyday thing. Maybe it is, I did it a lot as a kid and I do it a lot now too. Whatever.
Tim and I arrive at our destination, it's a sewer system cover. It leads to where Black Mask was holding Batman and Stephanie. I squat down and shove the cover aside, Tim slips down first and I follow after quickly replacing the cover. Once my feet land on the damp concrete I immediately pull off my backpack with Tim following suit.
As we pull on the last of our gear, I tap the side of my goggles to see better in the darkness. Tim's got all of my old gear so his goggles aren't as nice as mine but they're definitely good enough to keep using. Then again Tim's been tinkering with his equipment in his room so I don't know what they can do anymore.
"Tomcat, one thing before we go any further. Wanna know something cool?" I ask while grinning ear to ear at Tim, who nods excitedly.
With a bit more practiced ease I reach out for the invisible thread and pull it taunt, I can faintly hear the excited and curious buzzing of Tim's brain come into focus.
'Tim? Can you hear me?' I see Tim's eyes widen and I hear his quiet, 'Woah!'
I explain to Tim the recent development of my meta abilities and he gets super excited. He's always been curious about my powers and is curious if he'll ever develop some. I've told him the truth, that I don't really know how I got my powers and I don't know if he'll get some. That seemed to satisfy him for the time being.
After I showed him my new telekinesis and let Tim ask some questions about the newest developments in my powers, we continued to walk through the sewers. I've kept a consistent mental image of the goon's memories I saw, it helped guide us through the maze of sewer systems to our destination.
Once at the familiar opening I quickly rush towards the two empty cells, there's still a chair in the one Stephanie was sitting in. I rush over quickly and remove the glove I had on. As I focus on the static buzzing around me I feel the faint thread of Tim still taunt. I let the thread loose and focus completely of the static buzzing and the rapidly warming metal chair.
Pop!
My eyes fly open and in front of me is Robin, she's barely conscious. I can hear men yelling behind me and as I turn around I'm kneeling in front of Black Mask, who's barking orders at his men. There's a commotion in the cell next to us and the sound of fighting coming from the direction me and Tim came from.
Robin mumbles something under her breath and I don't catch it fast enough to understand what she said. One of the goons grabs Robin and throws her over his shoulder before him and Black Mask make a run for it. I try to move, to run after them and follow but I can't, and then my vision whites out and I'm back in front of Tim.
"Damnit!"
I'll find you Steph, don't worry... I promise I will get you back. We can hangout on the clock tower and joke about this...
I promise.
October
This is my chance! Everything has led to this moment right now, all of the headaches, the nightmares, the nose bleeds and constant prying into others thoughts! It's all led to this moment right here. They found her!
And I'm going to follow them!
I stay far enough behind that they won't notice me, Batgirl and Batman. I send Tim a silent thank you for all those nights chancing after Batman and Robin. They've trained me well and I can't see a better use for that training than tailing them.
The building they stop at is a super fancy hotel in Gotham City Center. Of course the two Bats have their own entrance but I have to be smart, so I find the route in that Selina would use. It's quick and easy as I follow the Bats through the halls and they move deeper into the building before stopping. But I keep going, I have to get in front of them.
I slip into the room with practiced ease and the first thing I see is Black Mask and Robin. The room was modified, specifically so that Black Mask and his gang had the tactical advantage when entering a firefight. But none of them are looking my way, I need a distraction. I focus and reach out to the two threads near by, once they become taunt I start plucking.
'Yo! Bats! Don't freak out it's me! Stray, I need your help! I have a plan to get Robin but I need you guys to distract them!'
For a moment I get nothing, absolutely nothing from either of them. No thoughts or memories, not even emotions. It's like they're completely blank.
'Do it Stray, we'll distract them.' Then our connections snap away like before. But I don't have time to worry about that I have to help my Birdie out of her cage.
I can't get right up to Steph, she's too close to Black Mask and he'll definitely see me. I'm good at stealth but not that good, I still have a lot to learn when it comes to that aspect but I can use other skills.
I find the thread that connects to Black Mask, when I do this I have to be perfect. As the thread goes taunt, I push the image of Robin still tied up in the chair next to him. That's all I think and project as my telekinesis reaches out to untie her hands, something I can do without thinking.
Robin is right there next to you, she's still you hostage. Even as Batman and Batgirl burst in to fight, even as you wave your gun and threaten to shot. Even as you press it right up against her head, as she lets out a small cry. She's right there next to you, tied up and bound to that metal chair.
I snap the thread myself as soon as Steph is in my arms. I have her and I turn to the same way I entered, I have to escape! Now!
Bang! Bang!
Warmth and pain spreads from my shoulder as something hits me, as I focus there's a man in a similar suit as Black Mask's pointing a smoking gun at me. When did he get behind me?
Wait...
I only felt one shot...
No!
I look down and only see red.
It's everywhere!
Shit! Shit! Shit! What do I do?
Okay calm down! Mom taught you this! First aid! Right stop the flow of blo- red! Yeah! Stop the red! I can do that! Pressure!
I find the place where the red keeps flowing from. I place both hands over it and hold down, putting everything I can behind my shaking hands. Even through the buzzing around me I can hear the scream...
"I'm sorry Birdie! I'm so sorry! I promise this will help! I'm so sorry!"
Why do my eyes burn? Stupid goggles are in the way but I can't move my hands. If I do the red will get worse and that's bad!
There's someone beside me, massive dark gloved hands cover my own before someone pulls me away. Black and blue... When did Nightwing get here? Why am I being carried away?
"Stop! I have to help Birdie, she needs my help! Robin! Please!"
•°•°•
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. I haven't seen Robin...
Not from a lack of trying, everyday I tried to find her but then Batgirl disappeared too and no one has told me anything! Not Batman or Oracle or Batwoman. Not even Selina! No one has told me anything!
Tim's worried too and he had an idea, which is why we're in Bludhaven. Nightwing is my last hope of learning about my friend, he has to know something about Robin's well being.
"Nightwing!" Me and Tim yell out at the same time, stopping the man in black and blue.
"What? Strays! What are you two doing here? Does Catwoman know your here?" He asked as he puts a hand on a cocked hip.
"It doesn't matter! Do you know anything about Birdie?!" I yell while running closer, everything burns. It's been a hell of a time keeping up with this dude as he's swung around. No wonder Tim doesn't have many pictures of him in his collection.
"Birdie? You mean Robin?" I nod my head frantically, hope surging through me as I look up towards the man.
"Sorry kid, I haven't heard anything about her. Maybe try Batman? He'll know more than me." With those last words Night wing dove off the building and with him my last shred of hope...
She's gone...
Birdie's gone...
And Batgirl is too... Because I let Robin get shot. I wasn't paying attention and she got shot because of me...
Jason: *putting on a coat at six in the morning*
dick: whoa, wait, you’re never up this early. What are you doing???
Jason: *non-chalantly* I’m going to adopt a child
dick:
Jason: *walks out the door*
dick: *knocks over like fifteen things in order to follow his brother* JASON. WAIT UP. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.
Jason: *heading to his car* I’ve decided to adopt a child, Dickie, get with the program.
Dick: WHY???
Jason: *sighs* because I had a dream in which I adopted a kid but then I woke up and it wasn’t real and I felt very sad and guilty for abandoning my kid
Dick:
Dick: you had a dream—
Jason: that I adopted a kid, yeah
Dick: and you’re currently mourning your . . . Imaginary child
Jason: kind of, yeah
Dick:
Dick: *tearing up* I’ll call B and get together the necessary paperwork. Meet you at the adoption agency in thirty?
Jason: *putting on a coat at six in the morning*
dick: whoa, wait, you’re never up this early. What are you doing???
Jason: *non-chalantly* I’m going to adopt a child
dick:
Jason: *walks out the door*
dick: *knocks over like fifteen things in order to follow his brother* JASON. WAIT UP. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.
Jason: *heading to his car* I’ve decided to adopt a child, Dickie, get with the program.
Dick: WHY???
Jason: *sighs* because I had a dream in which I adopted a kid but then I woke up and it wasn’t real and I felt very sad and guilty for abandoning my kid
Dick:
Dick: you had a dream—
Jason: that I adopted a kid, yeah
Dick: and you’re currently mourning your . . . Imaginary child
Jason: kind of, yeah
Dick:
Dick: *tearing up* I’ll call B and get together the necessary paperwork. Meet you at the adoption agency in thirty?
Dukes We are Robin movement. He still becomes Signal but that movement inspires the Robin mantel.
Damian comes in and becomes Robin. The name is inspired by Duke’s movement. Damian moves on/outgrows Robin. Takes on a night wingish role.
Stephanie takes on the Robin role. I imagine she was already Spoiler but Bruce missed Damian so he took her under his mentorship. Though I don’t imagine he adopted her or anything. But Damian does have feelings he got replaced. Especially after she adopted the mental. She does similarly in cannon. Replaces some of the death in the family story line.
Tim comes crashing in. Says Stephanie is alive and is going to prove it. Id imagine he’s a close friend of Steph’s. Bruce is depressed and blames himself. Although he doesn’t see Steph as his kid he does feel responsible. He’s reluctant to train anyone else. Makes himself robin and finds Steph.
Idk if Step would become a Red Hood type figured but I think it would be interesting. She’d definitely have a different view point on heroing that challenges Bruce.
Jason is adopted in cannon. Dies in cannon. Further blows up the family at gab in cannon bc the batman is way more established. Somehow more angsty than in cannon.
Dick comes in shortly after. His appearance creates an interesting dynamic of bringing the family closer despite the tragedy that just happened.
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conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 1
Jason: yeah me and B are on ok terms now,
Dick: oh you guys are getting along-?
Jason: well we’re doing ok, I’m not mad at him anymore.
Dick: thought you wanted him to kill the Joker?
Jason: i did, but then like last week i went to the manor and i saw him smash the coffee machine with a hammer because it didn’t fill his mug enough; and i just don’t think he’d be a good killer.
Dick: *light wheeze* because he broke the coffee machine?
Jason: well it was just- *cracked grin* he gets- he gets angry, you know? and he’s not good at self control? like that machine did nothing and he just destroyed it. and i was just thinking about how, like, he decided that adopting kids was an acceptable thing to do, and now he has like eleven of us,
Dick: *silent cackles*
Jason: like he can’t see a kid without thinking ‘wonder if i can draft this one’. i think if we managed to convince him killing was ok it wouldn’t go well. he’d just keep doing it.
Dick: *through laughter* because of no self control?
Jason: yeah, like once he crosses that line he’d probably step over it at any minor inconvenience. he gets addicted and he gets mad at a lot of things.
Dick: so B shouldn’t kill?
Jason: no.
Dick: but you can?
Jason: well i- *wheeze* i have practice honing the rage, i don’t kill for stupid reasons. *pause* apart from that one time.
Dick, audibly amused: what time?
Jason: i sneezed and accidentially pressed the trigger.
Dick: *loud cackles*
Jason: i felt bad, man, like his cat was there-
Dick: *falls off his chair*
Jason: how are you this apathetic.
Dick: is that where Damian’s new cat came from?
Jason: it’s not like i could just leave it there!
Dick: i thought i saw trauma in it’s eyes. it had that wartime stare.
Jason: the blood spattered right across its fur. i had to bathe it.
Dick: Damian thinks it has anxiety
Jason: anxiet- dude it has more than anxiety, it has fucking PTSD-
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