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Dead Guy Walking
âTim,â Jason mutters, shock and sadness covering the name.
         I wish your mother had been a little stronger.
           I wish she stayed around a little longer.
âRun home to Mommy dearest.â Jason snaps, turning away. His head still ringing from the blow it took.
âCanât do that.â Tim snarls from the ground where he is wrapping his calf to stop, or at least pause, the bleeding. âShe gave up back in that jungle. Dad claims she said she had nothing to go on for. That it was too hard.â
Jason closes his eyes, breathing deeply to push the guilt down. He had meant Alfred, had forgotten that his actual mother was dead.
A humorless chuckle reaches his ears, âGuess love wonât help you overcome everything. Guess it wasnât enough. Or maybe I wasnât.â
âDonât. You need to go.â Tim says. When his face tilts enough to become visible, Jasonâs hurts at the dead expression on his face, at the heaviness that seems to have settled into his skin. Tim doesnât move when Jason takes a single step closer. Timâs pale skin is ashy grey, his body standing as if his bones are too heavy for him to hold up. Jason curses at everyone, at himself, at the world for ruining this young man.
              I wish your dad was good!
Jason perches on the window ledge as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. He wants to leave, but between his broken wrist and Alfred he knows he wonât get far. Well, wonât get far in one piece. He smiles at the thought. He takes in the silence of the Manorâs grounds; the still air so different from the noise of the city. Which is why he glares at the open window that letâs the shrill of a phone break it.
âHello?â Timâs voice falls out of the window. Jason watches his shadow as Tim stretches. âOh. Umm, IâŚjustâŚjust a second.â
Jason debates going back inside, but then Alfred will definitely smell the smoke and he just opened this pack. So he refocus on the conversation, leaning against the wood frame, and exhales smoke.
âTimothy, where are you?â A voice hisses. Tim must have put it on speaker Jason figures as the voice continues, âI look like an idiot when you donât make it to the meetings. I canât run this business alone.â
âI know, Iâm sorry.â Timâs shadow moves around, a rustling noise accompanying his words. âI got in late from San Francisco and then Bruceââ
âBruce is not your father.â The statement has Jason frowning. He is more of a father than you Jack, which is sad; Jason shakes his head at the thought. âHe does not get final say.â
âOf course, I understand that. Itâs just the case needed another setââ Tim rushes to say.
Again Jack cuts his son off. âOur agreement was that you could continue withâŚyour extra activities as long as?â
âAs long as I put the companyâs needs first, listened to you, and didnât talk about it.â Timâs tone is flat, computer like. His shadow shrinks in on itself.
âGet home Timothy. Iâm leaving in the morning and you need to be briefed.â The dial tone is the only goodbye Tim receives.
Jason ignores the sound of a fist smacking the wall as he sucks down the last puff. Instead he crawls back inside, shutting the glass tight. Thank God Willis was gone before he became that. Jayâs mind whispers. Jason pauses, thinking back to Tim. He huffs at himself before shooting Dick a text to check on baby bird.
Jason reaches out, cupping Timâs cheek. âNo, we need to leave Timmy.â An emotion starts to break through Timâs stoney face. His breathing stutters as he relaxes against Jayâs palm. âThatâs not the plan.â He croaks, swallowing a sob. Jason moves slowly, projecting his every move. Bring his arm up to rest his hand on Timâs waist, pulling the teen into his chest.
               I wish grow-ups understood!
Bruce stands in the doorway, hulking figure taking up the whole thing. Jason pauses in his observation of the body. He meets the white eyes of the cowl, âFinders keepers B.â
âThis is not your case, Hood. Get out.â The Bat growls at his second son. âRobin!â
Jason stands as Tim swipes into the room, their eyes meeting briefly. âB, my territory my case so either share or get the fuck out.â Jay steps closer to Bruce.
Bruceâs lips peel back, harsh words probably bubbling in his throat.
âIâll forward the file to you after I updated it tonight Hood.â Tim speaks before a fight can break out.
Jason nods at him, stepping out of Bruceâs way. He squeezes Timâs shoulder, âThanks, Baby Bird. Iâll send back whatever I know or find out.â
Jason exits but pauses at Bruceâs tone.
âRobin, we do not work with criminals.â
âRed Hood is no longer consider that.â Robin replies. Timâs words ease the sting of Bruceâs.
âRobin, you know very well that people do not just bounce back. Hood will not get the file.â The Batman growls.
The silence has Jason tensing and stepping back to the room.
âItâs like you donât want him back. Everyone is trying, yet you wonât even stay inââ
âWe have a case, Robin. Do not get off topic again. Hood will not get any information on this or any other cases from our computer. End of discussion.â Bruce must have turned or crouched because Jason can make out the cape dragging against the floor.
Jason leaves, rage on a tight lease. He breaks up a fight, tracks down some informs before heading home. He drops his guns on the table, turning on his computer to compile what he knows. Smirks at the file: malina, a paper copy. The note inside gets a chuckle.
     He said no info from our computer. So this is from Babsâ and itâs a      paper copy.
               Send her any info you get.
                           R
âI have to do this. If I donâtââ Tim whimpers. âNo you donât.â Jason says firmly. âTimmy, stop this.â Jason tightens his hold on the younger boy; finding the middle ground between a hug and a restainted. His cheek rests on top of ink black hair, a little greasy from days without a shower. Tim pushes Jasonâs chest, yet grips the back of his shirt with another hand. âIf I stop, then we still have to fight. If I continue,â Tim rushes to explain, âI can stop other deaths. I can end so much pain.â His eyes have a feverish tint to them; lack of sleep leaving them pink and swollen.
    I wish we had met before they convinced you life is war.
Jason had been told to look out for Robin, that he was not to be left alone if found, that after the two deaths⌠That Dick wanted him found. Climbing up to the top of the old church, Jason spots a flash of yellow against the stone gargoyle. âRobin.â Jason calls out in greeting. Only to see a mask-less face staring back. âOh, baby bird.â
Tim hiccups, curling tighter into his cape. âGo.â
Jason debates: he could call Dick, tell him where Tim is, and be done or he could step forward.
He steps forward. âIâm just here for the view.â Jason shrugs as he settles against the cold stone. The bare face makes sense when he notices the tear streaks on Timâs cheek; the maskâs paste must have been washed away by the constant tears. Jason had sat down close enough to barely brush his arm against Timâs shoulder. The distance was there if Tim needed it, but small enough to close without issue.
âThey are dead.â Tim whispers. âI keep waiting for Bart to rush by orââ he chokes âor Kon to swoop down. But they are dead. And theyâre not coming back.â
Jason nods. Doing nothing when Timâs weight settles onto his arm.
âIâm the only human and theyâre the ones killed. The ones getting statues. Iâm the human and theyâŚâ Tim swallows.
Jason shifts so that Tim can curl into his side. âI know baby bird. Iâm sorry you lost your friends.â
âI lose everyone Jason.â Tim whispers into the dark.
âItâs part of the gig.â Jason has no words of comfort. At one point, he was the causality of this job.
âItâs part of war.â Tim breathes out.
Jason waits till Tim has drifted off into what can only be a restless sleep before calling Dick. He scoops Tim up and tightens his hold when it hits him this is what Bruce looked like carrying him.
âYou will add to mine if you continue.â Jason confesses. âIf you go through with this, Dick, Alfred, Babs, Cass, Cassie, me, hell even Bruceââ âEveryone has someone Jason! I lost mine. I lost Kon and Bart and Stephanie. I lost Dad and Mom andââ Tim has become haggard; his chest rising slowly and falling quickly like it was too much to hold in oxygen. âI donât have anyone. Donât go.â Jason bellows, shaking Tim ever so much. âLeave with me. Please, Tim.â
            I wish youâd come with me.
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Hi could you do a Damian x female reader where he introduces you to the Batfam for the first time ?? ( that is if your still doing requests ) thanks Xxxxxx
relationship:Â damian wayne x readerword count: 700+rating: generalwarnings: nonesummary:Â Damian is concerned about bringing his girlfriend to meet his family for the first time.
âWhat theâno. Iâll be home for dinner. My plans with (Y/N) are running behind schedule. NoâGrayson, I will not see you until you get back to the manor. Yes, I understand that youââ Damian hissed, his face set and tense as he talked on the phone. âTt. I will see you later tonight Grayson. Good-bye.â
âDamian?â you said, not liking the muffled panic in Damianâs voice. âWhat was that about?â
âTt. Itâs nothing important.â
âDamian, whatâs wrong?â you asked, delicately resting your hand atop his forearm, as your brows pinched closely together.

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hey reblog this and say your zodiac sign and wether you believe in soulmates
yall mind if i
self isolate n die
Kings of Teleri
Alfred âsass to deal with thisâ Pennyworth
Bruce âyes these are all my childrenâ Wayne
Dick âI am like the mom of the friendsâ Grayson
Jason âI died once and will remind you oftenâ Todd
Tim âI am too tired for thisâ Drake
Barbara âbadass and smartâ Gordon
Stephanie âdonât tell me what to doâ Brown
Cassandra âyou donât stand a chanceâ Cain
Harper âI dare you toâ Row
Kate âdonât doubt me cause I will kick your buttâ Kane
Duke âI can do thisâ Thomas
Damian âI prefer animals over peopleâ Wayne
This is No Manâs Land, Diana. It means no man can cross it.
â Happy Birthday @richard-grayson â¤

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you've been hit by, you've been struck by
the fear that youâre unloveable and youâll die alone
I love hearing about the vibes I give off cause I honestly have no idea
Anonymously message me what vibes I give off and why you think that