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Heya! Bad things happen prompt (if you have any inspiration / motivation to write it, I swear I won't be offended if you'd rather not) - Jason and Tim "lost their voice from screaming".

Sorry this took forever! I love the Bad Things Happen bingo, and hopefully this was at least a little worth the wait.

Tim did not wake up screaming. This was a first, and the best indication that the worst had passed. He came to silently, grimacing against the light that shone overhead. Everything hurt. He felt like he’d been run over by a truck. No, cut open lengthwise, turned inside out, run over by a truck, then dragged behind the truck for about a mile.

He blinked, trying to orient himself. Someone clucked softly, a soft cloth appearing to wipe the tears that ran down his cheeks. He wasn’t crying. The fluorescent light was so bright and harsh that it hurt, and Tim had to shut his eyes again.

Batcave.

It helped to have one piece of that puzzle. The subtle scent of linen and aftershave meant it was Alfred who sat by his bedside. The hunch was confirmed a moment later when Alfred spoke.

“Are you with us, my boy?”

Tim nodded, then lifted his hand to wipe his eyes. Or, he tried. His wrists jerked futilely against the padded restraints. He opened one eye, just a crack, and peered down at himself through the dim haze of his eyelashes.

He was reclining on an elevated cot, thick leather cuffs chaining him to the rails. A thin cotton blanket was thrown over his body, but it didn’t come up high enough to fully cover the emblem on his chest. He was still in uniform.

Alfred was sitting next to the cot. The old butler dabbed at Tim’s eyes again, then folded the handkerchief and tucked it back into his breast pocket. Tim didn’t ask him to take off the restraints. There must be a reason for them to be engaged to begin with, and Alfred would need to ascertain that the reason was no longer valid.

Alfred confirmed as much when he spoke again. “A few cognitive questions, and then we’ll put you to rights. Do you where you are?”

Tim nodded, but when he tried to say the Batcave, nothing but a hoarse gasp came out. His throat felt like it had been mulched. Tim doubled over, straining against the cuffs as he coughed. Alfred’s hand rested flat against his spine, rubbing small circles the way he used to when Tim would catch his yearly flu and spend days hacking up phlegm.

A cup touched his lips, and Tim drank, grimacing every time the muscles in his throat contracted. The cool water helped ease some of the pain, though, and soon he was able to lie back against his pillow again.

“Perhaps we should conduct this interview via nonverbal methods, hm?” Alfred suggested. Tim nodded gratefully.

With the restraints, Tim couldn’t use full sign language, but he was able to finger-spell short answers. It was the standard battery—what is your name, do you know where you are, what day is it, are you in any pain, where is the pain, on a scale of one to ten how bad is your pain, etc. He passed, though, he earned a small frown from Alfred when he rated his head a six and his throat an eight.

The only question he couldn’t answer was Do you remember what happened?

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•Jason always finishes what’s on his plate. Even if he’s full and throws it up later when he thinks Bruce isn’t looking, he always finishes it.

•Whenever Bruce has to leave for a business trip, Tim catches his sleeve and asks when he’s coming back. He holds on until Bruce gives him a time and day and promises to text and call.

•Dick double and triple and quadrupole checks the lines and grapples. He tests them out before anyone else can use them, even after Bruce tests them himself and promises Dick they’re safe.

•Steph always looks around corners first. Her eyes dart around the room, looking for something that Bruce thinks he knows the answer too, and she lets out a soft breath every time she dosen’t see it.

•Damian hides it very well, but he flinches back whenever Bruce or Dick or Jason raise their voices. He always looks down and twists his hands together, and Bruce is quick to lower his voice and tell Damian ‘it’s not your fault’ before an ‘I’m sorry’ can leave Damian’s mouth.

•sometimes Cass’s hands shake when she signs. She stops mid sentence, and Bruce will gently catch her hands and urge her to keep going.

•Sometimes Barbara will look panicked when someone knocks on the door. Her eyes widen and her breath hitches, and Bruce will go to answer it for her. He knocks softly now, when he goes do visit.

•Duke will hang back in the shadows at family gatherings. He does it less and less now, but Bruce will always put an arm around his shoulder and bring him out, and everyone else is always happy to bring him into conversation.

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Time’s the boys call Bruce ‘Dad’

Dick Grayson - The first time he ever called Bruce dad was when he was maybe 12 or 13, it was just after he had a nightmare about his parents death. - When he woke up Bruce was right there holding him through it and not once did Bruce try to get Dick to talk he just let him cry. - Once he was all cried out only then did Dick start talking, and he just asks Bruce to stay with him until he falls asleep again. - Bruce doesn’t hesitate and lays down before letting Dick curl up next to him, he just played with Dick’s hair until he fell asleep. - Then Dick just mumbles something in his sleep about how he can’t get comfy and rolls as close as he can get to Bruce. - “Comfy now?” - “Yeah..” - “Well get some sleep, Dick.” - “I love you, dad.” - And Bruce swore he melted right then and there. - There were other times that Dick would refer to Bruce as “dad” normally it was when Dick was feeling vulnerable or upset. - After Dick left to grow as his own person and become nightwing Bruce was no longer called dad, it was a long time before they grew that close again. - It was only after Bruce jumped in front of a bullet for Dick during a speech he was giving at the opening of a new Wayne Foundation building, that Dick called him dad. - He was lying on the ground while people were running around them screaming and suddenly Dick was hovering over him with teary eyes. - “Dad? Please you have to be okay.” - Bruce remembers patting his cheek gently and smiling before it all faded to black. - When he woke up in the hospital bed Dick was still next to him half asleep, Bruce ran a hand through Dick’s hair and sighed softly. - “I love you son.” Jason Todd - Jason never ever intended on calling Bruce dad, he didn’t call him dad once while he was Robin. It was always ‘Bruce’ and nothing more than that. - When he came back to life Jason called him ‘Dad’ just to taunt him but it was nothing more than that. - It had been a while since Jason had rejoined the family and everything was going really well, until Jason rode into the cave covered in blood after being m.i.a for a week. - “Jason- what happened.” - Bruce was catching him before he could fall and putting him down on the medical bed, before he could leave to get Alfred Jason was grabbing his arm. - “Please don’t leave, dad.” - It was desperate, and he could see the tears in Jason’s eyes while he clung to him. Bruce texted Alfred instead and sat down next to him. - “I’m not going anywhere son, I’m right here I promise.” - “I-I love you dad.” - “I love you too son.” Tim Drake - Tim was different to his brothers, he had a father when he became Robin and Bruce hadn’t adopted him yet. So it wasn’t until long after Jack’s death that Tim actually called him dad. - Midway through a gala Tim had disappeared, Bruce had looked everywhere and yet he couldn’t see his son anywhere. Worried he told Alfred to keep an eye out for him and moved through the vast halls of the manor. - Bruce had basically checked every bedroom, every closet and every secret room they had in the manor and still couldn’t find Tim. Panic was welling up in his chest until he heard a broken sob coming from one of the guest rooms he’d already checked. - See the thing about Tim that always scared Bruce was just how still he could get, and how he could hide in the shadows and not be seen if he was quiet and still enough. Tim was better at hiding in the shadows that he was. - He opened the door and everything was silent again, this time he turned on the light and found Tim sitting curled on the floor crying. - “Oh Tim-” - Bruce was closing the door and rushing over to his son before cradling the crying robin in his arms, he rocked him gently as Tim’s fingers curled up gripping onto his suit jacket and his tears ruined the perfectly tailored suit. Alfred would understand. - “I’m sorry.” - “For what, Tim?” - “Making you come look for me..” - “You could’ve just told me something was wrong.” - He knew that Tim was pushing himself too hard some nights, he also knew that Tim probably hadn’t slept in a few days. - “I’m just tired and there were too many people. It was too much” - “That’s okay, why don’t we just head straight to bed. I don’t think people will miss us too much.” - “Are you sure?” - “Yeah” - “Thanks, dad.. it means a lot.” - By the time Bruce had managed to carry Tim all the way to his room he’d fallen asleep, so he laid Tim down in the bed and sat next to him keeping watch until he next woke up. Damian Wayne - He already calls Bruce ‘father’ constantly so Bruce isn’t really too worried about that too much. - But there are different tones when Damian says ‘father’ and he’s learnt to read them. - There the ‘I hate you and I wish you were dead’ father. - The ‘You’re so stupid sometimes’ father. - The ‘I want something and won’t take no for an answer’ father. - And then there’s the ‘I need a hug but I won’t ask for one’ father - Bruce knows because Damian says it softly, and he never looks at him when he says it. - The moment he hugs his son there’s a sniffle and a choked sob, so Bruce takes him somewhere quiet so no one will see him crying. - They talk for a bit and it always ends with them going to an ice cream place much to Alfred’s dismay.

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Noct ran.

He ran as fast as his trembling legs would take him, even after getting shot in the calf. The adrenaline making him almost completely immune to any sort of pain. He kept running, his hair matte from the blood dripping down his head. His ears rung almost painfully. This was supposed to be one of the best days for him and his dear comrades. He found prompto and smiled before stopping dead in his tracks. Someone was behind him. He widened his eyes when he realized who was behind him and sprinted to the oblivious blonde.

“PROMPTO!” The prince screamed, jolting off the bed and clutching his heart. His hair was covering his face, he was ghostly pale, eyes wide and glassy. Prompto ran into the room, tripping, “what? Are you okay?” The blonde yelled, worry slapping the sleep out of him. Noct looked around. He wasn’t in the citadel anymore. He was in bed. Safely. Noct shook as Prompto walked up to the traumatized prince and held him close, feeling Noctis shake uncontrollably. Noctis cried and clutched onto Prompto's shirt, afraid of letting him go, even for the slightest second. Prompto held Noct just as close, his heart pounding just as hard as his breathing.

“You’re okay… You- Iggy. Where’s Ignis? A-and Gladio?” The prince asked, jumping off the bed and tripping on his way out, desperate to find his fellow companions, hoping it was all just a dream and not another vision. ‘It can’t be.. Can it..?’ he thought to himself, his heart racing. “Ignis! Gladio! Where- Where are you guys?” He yelled as he ran around the main hallway. His head spinning with only the worst thoughts. He was abruptly brought back to reality when someone held his shoulders firmly, shaking it. The prince screamed, widening his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks unknowingly. What the prince saw would surely haunt him for years. There, in that moment, he saw Ardyn, in his daemon form. That wasn’t what stuck fear to the young prince. What paralyzed the poor Noct, was his deformed face and mangled, ripped body. One of his amber eyes bloodshot, the other a pastel, almost grayish amber tone. His wretched sneer more twisted than ever. He wore a sneer only a mad, sane man would carry, a man so sane, that itself, caused him to go mad. Ardyn’s body was almost completely split in half, deep, deep gashes of his internal body showing, the smell of a dead corpse filling Nocts nose. He dropped to his knees at the sight of the daemon. ‘This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. I killed hi-’ “Noct, what are you doing here? You have an announcement to make at the citadel later” Ignis said, the cursed daemon now gone. Noct looked around to find his fellow friends, looking down at him worriedly. What was happening? Didn’t they see Ardyn? “Wha- What? But Ardyn’s here- here” He stuttered. Gladio sighed and pressed his hand against the delusional prince, checking his temperature, “Seems fine. Maybe he hallucinated from jumping out of the bed right after he woke up.” The big man said quietly to Ignis. Prompto looked at Noct concerned, “A-Ardyn? Like evil spooky daemon relative Ardyn?” Prompto squeaked out, looking around on high alert, ready to summon his gun. Ignis shook his head, “if he was here, we would’ve all known. No one would be able to even resemble him, so we would know. We’ll look around to make sure everything’s clear if it’ll ease your nerves.” Ignis said, holding the princes shoulder. The prince tensed, the visual of his ancestor embedded into his brain, forever remaining there to haunt him. Noct nodded, tears silently rolling down his fair cheeks. He stood up and made his way outside the citadel to get some fresh air. He was still in a state of shock, numb to the core. Prompto followed the man before him, helping him walk out with small words of encouragement and reassurance, shaken up a bit as well, but nothing compared to what the prince had witnessed.

Once Noctis was settled and calm, he went to the citadel to discuss about the death of Ardyn and the new era of peace. He wore a dark blue suit with a pendant he had received from his father days before he was killed. He wore his casual boo-

“Noct, why are you wearing your boots..?”the advisor asked the prince, now king of Insomnia, “Yeah man, they don’t even match” Prompto pointed out, holding back a snicker, only to be hit in the back of his neck by gladio “No one’s gonna see his shoes, let the boy be.” Gladio laughed, his laugh sounding more like a roar than a laugh. Noctis sighed. He had a bad feeling something was gonna happen. Something that’s gonna have to do with that nightmare, or vision- whatever it was. The young king shook his head and walked out, cheers filling his ears, smiles all around him anywhere he looked.

‘Just like the way it was with dad..’ He thought to himself, a sad smile on his face. He took a deep breath, indicating the beginning of his speech. The crowd went silent.

“Today is the dawn of a new era.” He started, raising his posture up, a firm look in his eyes. “After ten years of my absence, Ardyn has stripped you all of light and peace. I will admit, we lost countless soldiers, but they will be remembered from now on. They did not die in vain. Ardyn is dead as of now to the end of days!” The crowd cheered, men throwing confetti, women throwing roses and beautifully colored petals. “From now to the end of days, we will have nothing but peace! No more having to fear of the daemons that haunt us or our children” he said, memories flashing before his eyes, making him widen them by just enough for it to go unnoticed by those other who didn’t know him as close as his fellow brothers. He smiled, dismissing the quick flashbacks and shaking his head, “And from now and so forth, I will protect insomnia with my life!” He stated finally before an earthquake-like rumble erupted. The king looked around furiously, his breath hitched. ‘No.. this isn’t what I think it is..’ he muttered to himself, shocked, his blood running cold. He didn’t wanna believe what was unraveling before his eyes. “Noct!” Ignis yelled, grabbing Nocts attention. There, laid an unconscious Gladio and an injured Prompto, coughing up some blood. Noct couldn’t believe his eyes. He ran towards the group, his heart racing. ‘Countless acts left you in vain~’ a voice said, clearly in his head. He stopped in his tracks. That voice was clear as day in his head. Only one person had a voice so sickly sweet and toxic.

“Ardyn..” The king muttered to himself. As he ran towards his team, he noticed them getting farther and farther away from him. “Noctis!” He heard Ignis scream out. He ran to the sound of Ignis, his heart and head pounding, his legs aching, his stamina reaching its limit. The king pushed forward, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Flames engulfed his lungs, causing Noctis’ eyes to sting, ash gray tears slipping out of his

eyes. He finally made it to Ignis, who looked just as bad as Noct, if not worse. “Where-Where’s Prompto and Gladio?” He stuttered out, his stomach churning to knots, his breath still heavy from the running and the smoke. Right at that moment, Noctis heard a gunshot. He turned behind him, only to hear a certain someone fall on him. “Ig… Ignis!” He screamed out, his eyes wide and glassy. Someone had shot him, someone had shot his advisor- no, his brother. The king frantically tried to cover his bleeding, breathing heavily, his thoughts racing, “I am not afraid to die” he heard Ignis strain out, holding the kings hand close to him, “Go find the rest… kill Ardyn once more..” His final words stuck to him. Noct shook his head furiously, “no, no no, don’t worry, I’m gonna find the rest, and- and I’m gonna make sure you’re- Ignis!” He screamed as his fellow companion started to glow and turn to dust. His eyes widened, shock coursing through his veins. Noct’s knees buckled underneath him and he dropped to the cold concrete floor. He couldn’t let this happen to the others. ‘I have to find the rest before something like this happens to the rest’ He thought to himself, slowly dragging himself up, suddenly feeling a wave of adrenaline pump through him. He went inside a building and found a cloak to disguise himself from whoever had been attacking. Noct warped to the top of the said building and heard a familiar cry. He smiled as he realized it was none other than Gladio. ‘Hm, he’s in a fight I guess. Better go check on him, he’s probably with Prompto.’ He thought to himself, dropping from the building and running, the grin on his face never leaving his bloody, cut face. The king didn’t know why, but a rush of excitement washed over him, the thought of fighting those who caused him so much pain and so much grief giving him joy. He let out a chuckle, seeing the soldiers falling, they’re last breath being taken before him as he slashed at them, nothing but happiness and pure adrenaline pumping in through his veins as he let out a loud laugh. A laugh some might think of as nothing but a happy man with those he loves, while others know that laugh. Oozing and dripping with nothing but pure insanity. So much insanity and just sanity, it could cause one to go insane with the laugh itself. It’s definitely a laugh that’ll scar those who hear it.

As Noct went after the magiteks with the grin of a mad man, Prompto was frozen in place, helping Gladio up. He started to tremble, feeling his knees buckle underneath his weight. “N-noct..?” He muttered, confusion and fear evident in his tone. He widened his eyes after hearing the laugh, collapsing, tears starting to stream down his dusty face. The laugh.. That laugh was the exact laugh that still haunts him. The laugh he heard when Ardyn had endlessly tortured him. Prompto started to sob, holding his head tightly, quietly begging for him to stop, praying it’s all in his head. Noctis slowly started to finish his spree, turning and running to Prompto and what seemed to be an unconscious Gladio, a small smile on his face “Are you guys- Prompto, what’s wrong?” He asked, the smile disappearing from his face almost instantly. Prompto hesitated, resting his hand on the kings shoulder, “You okay?” Noctis nodded, looking at him, a puzzled expression evident on his face, “Yeah, why?” He questioned, catching his breath. “Hm.. nothing..” he shrugged. Noctis nudged Gladio, shaking the amicitia, “Oi, Gladio, buddy, wake up.” He said, the big man not moving. Prompto laughed nervously, kneeling down to him and checking for a pulse, staying still for a moment before widening his eyes, “Gl..Gladio…? Come on man, get up big guy, you’re the shield!” Prompto choked out, holding back tears. Noctis watched as the blonde wailed for the Amicitia. Noct leaned down to the big man. He looked at peace, like nothing could harm him anymore. As if he was finally happy. His hand now cold and loose around his giant sword, an indicator that he wasn’t where Noctis and Prompto had hoped he would be.

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He felt water droplets slowly drip onto his face, soon beginning to engulf him. ‘It’s raining..’ He thought to himself, slowly looking up to the sky.

He let out a chuckle..

Then a small laugh..

The king let out a laugh, tears streaming down his now bloodshot eyes. He couldn’t hold back his laughter, a laugh that could scare even the strongest of them all. His laughter echoed through the new ruins of what once was the citadel and his home. “Is this all you’ve got?” He cackled to himself,dropping to his knees, “Killing my family? Killing my people, and destroying my kingdom? I should really thank you Ardyn!” He grinned. “You never seem to surprise me either! You coward, show yourself! Let me show you my gratitude you filthy daemon.” He chuckled, his eyes darkening to a sick maroon. His arms twitched once he held his sword, dragging it as he walked around his now broken down kingdom. “This place was always a dump you know.. always the same shit going on.. nothing ever changed here. It was an endless cycle.” His voice Projected through the place. He heard a twig split and turned towards the sound, only to see his dear friend. The blonde shook to his core, his eyes bewildered and wide, with fear clear in his eyes. “N-Noct..? Buddy? Oh thank six I found-.... you..?” He stopped himself as the king stared right through him, as if he was some sort of daemon. A corrupted animal, thirsty for blood, his breathing uneven. Prompto shook his head, ‘ It’s only Noct. He’s just shaken up.. right..?’ He inches closer to his best friend, slowly regaining confidence and reaching his hand to his shoulder, “Hey buddy, le-let’s go find Ardyn. I knew he was around he-” he stopped himself as Noct swung his sword upward and aiming right for the blonde. Prompto barely had time to comprehend what was happening before him and dodged Nocts swings. “Noct! Get a hold of yourself man! It’s me, you’re best friend, Prompto!” He yelled. Noct let out a frustrated grunt, starting to warp and swing around the blonde, only for the blonde to dodge. “Shut up..” Noctis muttered.

“Shut up… shut up shut up, SHUT UP!” he yelled out, his eyes strained and bloodshot. He recklessly swung at Prompto, his eyes a furious red, “You killed my FATHER, you killed my brothers! What’s next, huh?!” He screamed. Prompto widened his eyes, halting, letting out a small yell before dodging a swing right for his throat. “N-Noct, it’s me! Prompto!” He stuttered, his heart dropping. Noctis glared and let out a scoff, “You’ve got to be kidding me. Cut the shit out already, you pathetic scum.” He spat out, his eyes full of nothing but pure rage. Hatred. Prompto choked and looked down at his shaky hands. It didn’t look like his own hand..? He gasped at the realization and looked up at Noct, “n-no! Noct, p-please, buddy, it’s Prompto!” He cried out desperately, falling to his knees. Noctis shook his head and pointed the tip of his sword right below Ardyn’s heart. “Go back to hell you pathetic daemon.” He grumbled before digging his dagger deep into his chest. Noctis’ eyes widened at the sight of what he had previously seen as Ardyn, turn to his fellow brother, Prompto. His eyes furiously looked around before scampering to the dying blonde, “Prompto.,.Prompto, Prompto, please..” He cried out, desperation clear and strained. He killed his best friend. He heard a soft laugh. A familiar laugh. Why did he sound awfully like his mother..? He slowly turned and looked up, seeing his beloved mother facing away from him. He weakly smiled, defeated. “Mother…” He whispers. He slowly reaches out for his mother’s hand, “Mom, I’m sorry!” He cried, hugging her. “I’m so sorry mom, I should’ve been stronger, I should’ve controlled myself, I should’ve been stronger, I’m sorry mom, mother I’m-” he was interrupted when he felt his mother softly push his hair away from his face, showing the dirt and blood all over his face. She smiled “It’s okay Noctis.. Everything will be okay. Trust me” she whispered.

Noctis nodded before going into complete darkness.

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