Bradley Chadley - JayTim Week '26 Sneak Peak P.1 {NSFW FIC}
{Day 1: Soulmate Aversion, Borrowed Shirt | Day 2: Secret Admirer, House Party | Day 3: Mermaid AU, College}
Tim’s choking on his own blood, unable to do anything except gurgle as Jason carves his knife into his chest.
No, Timothy thinks hazily, please, no.
In the dark of night alone in Drake Manor he had put a hand over his mark and hoped that one day he wouldn’t be alone. On top of crumbling roofs beside Batman he would think of the soulmate on the other side who would give him something other than Robin to live for. When facing death he clung to his Bo staff and fought harder at the chance to live another day to avoid giving his match a dead soulmate.
Now, he’s more worried about losing the only piece of himself that isn’t living in the memory of Jason Todd; Of losing the connection to his soulmate and finally being stripped of anything Tim.
The knife cuts a flap of skin away and stabs beneath shallowly, slicing above the muscle of Tim’s pectoral.
“Did you think I would let you keep this?” Red Hood asks.
How is this man the same boy Timothy had mourned?
He understands his anger, his pain, his hunger for vengeance for the boy who replaced him– but he can’t fathom the cruelty that comes with the act of skinning off his soulmate mark.
The horrified confusion must show on his face because Red Hood pauses, looking up from his masterpiece.
“Oh…” the chuckle Jason lets out is terrifying. “You thought I would let you keep this? You’ve already replaced me, you’re not getting to keep me too, soulmate.”
Timothy feels like he’s floating above his body as he watches Jason rip the stained flap of skin off his chest while simultaneously tearing apart the last thing he believed in.
It would only be fitting for him to die now, he thinks, now that he finally has nothing left.
+++JTw’26+++
Kappa Pi’s party is already in full swing by the time Caroline Hill has lost her heels and gained a delightful buzz. She’s played a round of beer pong, danced with a few frat bros, and trauma dumped a sad story about having no family in the states. If someone’s looking for their next victim, it’s going to be Caroline.
“Heeeeey Cari— Caroline! How’re you liking the par-tay?” Caroline’s gracious Kappa Pi friend asks and she sidles up to the blonde girl drunkenly.
Caroline giggles conspiratorially, gesturing to where a few frat bros are loitering by the beer pong table. “I’m liking it a lot. Who knew frat boys get hotter when you’ve been drinking?”
“Hah, I’m pretty sure everyone gets hotter after a few shots.” Kappa Pi girl (Izzy? Issa?) snorts.
Caroline is about to ask I-name if she’s heard any rumors about the last girl to go missing when she’s interrupted by the drunk girl continuing on, “You shouldn’t even entertain these boys when you have a real man after you. Did you get any more of those sexy letters from Mr.Secret-Admirer?”
Right, Tim thinks. His secret admirer who had started stalking him around campus a week after he first arrived. A few gifts and letters left in less private areas had caught a few people’s attention before he could remove them and rumors have subsequently spread. It ended up being how Caroline Hill got the attention of some of Kappa Pi’s members.
Anyone hot enough to be stalked was hot enough to party with them, essentially.
“Not really… only a few flower bouquets since the last time we talked.” Tim lies. “I promised I would tell you if anything of note happens, didn’t I?”
I-name deflates a bit and pouts before she brightens with an idea. “If Mr.Secret Admirer isn’t staying up to date on his gifts maybe getting with a frat bro will make him jealous.”
Attempting to make a stalker jealous was not only incredibly dangerous but not what Tim is going for. Caroline doesn’t say this out loud, but she does seem put out by the suggestion.
“I don’t think—”
“Caroline?” A masculine voice interrupts from behind them.
The two inebriated young women turn.
A man that Timothy can’t help but immediately nickname ‘Bradley Chadley’ once he looks him up and down towers over them. Bradley Chadley matches the extremely small and objectifying beauty standards of the ‘All American Dream Boy’. He’s got the height, is the muscular side of toned definition (especially in the upper body), and a perfect smile with white teeth and deep dimples. A real lady killer— potentially an actual murderer too.
“Yes?” Caroline asks, slightly breathless from the sheer attractiveness oozing off the man.
And that’s how Tim knows he’s caught a bug in his trap. Being surrounded by superheroes and vigilante’s all the time is like a 24/7 modelling show. There’s no way Tim’s being affected by Bradley Chadley without some sort of supernatural intervention.
“Mr.Simmons told me you were the person to go to if I needed help with this week’s Kinesiology project, the best exercise for strengthening your glutes with the least amount of muscular stress.” Bradley Chadley gives Caroline an appreciative once over, not objectifying enough to be icky, but slow enough to make her flush. “And I see why he did, you seem to be already putting your knowledge into practice.”
Like a ‘girls girl’, Izzy/Issa slips away with a shit eating grin and a long look at Bradley Chadley’s behind.
“Hah— thanks.” Caroline says, light headed as she tries to stay focused. “What do you need help with?”
Bradley Chadley shrugs sheepishly, “Honestly I’m pretty unsure about the whole project, including how to start. I’ve always been focused on the fastest results regardless of the amount of stress as long as it doesn’t cause immediate damage. Kind of short sighted, y’know?”
It is in fact short sighted, but his self-awareness is charming.
“How would you like me to help then? I can try to fit you into my schedule in return for a favor or two.” Caroline flirts subtly, batting her long lashes up at her mark.
Bradley Chadley looks positively pleased by Caroline’s feigned interest. “What about now? The party seems to be quieting down and my Greek House is about to dip. We could stop by one of the labs and catch up on some studying together?”
“Now?” Caroline pretends to play coy, “I mean… just us, alone?”
Bradley Chadley scratches the back of his neck nervously, “Yeah. If that’s ok with you?”
“Uh-huh. That works.” Caroline grins, biting her plush bottom lip.
The blonde man’s face changes ever-so slightly as if he’s thinking ‘gotcha’, a predator thinking it’s caught its prey.
“Great, we can head out now.”
Not even a minute into their walk across the campus after they’ve said their goodbye does Bradley Chadley start up conversion (and Tim begins to wish he had asked their name before it had become too long for the question to be appropriate).
“So, how do you feel about biology?” Bradley Chadley asks out of nowhere.
Caroline blinks in surprise. This isn’t the conversation topic she thought this himbo would come up with.
She follows up, “Biology? Human biology?”
A new expression shifts across Bradley Chadley’s face. It’s one Tim recognizes from the reflection of himself in the mirror; obsession.
“I know that’s the focus of the class we’re in, but I’ve always been intrigued by the bodily science of fantastical creatures.”
It’s not where Tim expected the conversation to go, once again he’s caught unaware and finds himself scrambling to understand the intricacies of this unexpected social interaction. All at once Timothy is reminded of being young and chided for smiling too big or not knowing the appropriate amount of space to leave before speaking.
“Like Superheroes?” Caroline asks, looking up at Bradley Chadley with innocent bewilderment.
“Like fairytales.” He corrects.
The car that’s been following them a block down rolls past the stop sign without a care. It’s an offblack, beat up truck with a windshield so tinted a cop would have to write the driver up for it if they saw.
Caroline hums thoughtfully, “I’ve never really had the time to think about it to be honest. It does sound interesting though.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
There are eleven parts of this fic total, many of which are already up on my Patreon for those who want to read it early with planned posts. This fic will, of course, be posted for JayTim week, Patreon is just for those who want early access to mermaid smut.
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