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Jason here is a bit less unhinged because Talia trained him to be the perfect soldier, but at first, any interaction with Tim just TRIGGERS the hell out of him. So he's smoking a ton, barely sleeping, and skipping some patrols. He tries to spend as much time with him during rehab, but sometimes he snaps and bails so Tim doesn't catch him on a bad day.

Since Tim's memories are all fragmented and scrambled, he doesn't remember Jason trying to kill him. Later, when Tim's stable enough, Jason will tell him himself. But because he doesn't know the truth, Jason's presence becomes Tim's only stability at first: his hands smell like cigs and gunpowder, they're calloused and scarred, but gentle, never pushing him. Tim hyper-focuses on sensory stuff because he can't look at people for the first few months.

After six months, when Jason heads out on patrol, Tim will take the "Cadmus" folder from his desk and start analyzing it and the whole Kon case in general. This is Tim's first real proactive move, like a beacon signaling he's finally not hiding in his own subconscious or a catatonic state.

Tim hates having his hair touched—it hits a major trigger—so Jason "draws" spirals on his shoulders. It's a decent way for both of them to ground themselves without having to look at each other, but still feel relatively safe.

Tim barely needs sleep due to all the toxins and Ra's al Ghul's people messing with him, so while Jason grabs his 5 hours, Tim can clean their whole apartment and update the firmware on Jason's helmet. Later, Tim needs constant activity or mental processing to feel okay, and Jason, getting this, starts leaving him more crime-related tasks or blueprints for his bike/gear. At some point, Tim creates a made-up language just for the two of them + a cipher for long-distance comms + a cipher for communicating through third-party tech.

Damian's still in the game, actively looking for Tim, and when Tim notices... he helps him. He appears like a ghost on rooftops, sometimes helping with stuff, sometimes messing things up. Their relationship is fragile, on the level of: you're my ally for now, but that doesn't mean I won't kill you if I have to.

Tim leads him on, entertaining himself and satisfying that lingering need to look after Damian. What do you think will happen when Damian finds out who's behind the mask with the voice modulator?

BTW, Tim pulls a similar stunt with Barbara, hacking her channels and sending short messages like:

Do better or everyone finds out.

He's trying to help her keep the Batfam safe in his own weird way.

If this post gets some traction, I'd tell you more. Anything specific you wanna hear?

And of course, link to my AU:

AAAAAA I THINK TOO MUCH ABOUT WRITING SHORT FUNNY BUT WARM ROMANTIC FICS

Yes, Tim spent a year and a half with the Joker. He was 13 when he was taken.

Yes,for the first six months, he sent out signals and tried to write to Bruce and Dick. They'd had a fight before that, and both thought Tim needed time to 'find himself' and all that.

When faking Tim's death,the Joker intentionally left several mistakes. So that later, when the truth came out, Bruce and Dick would feel even more guilty for not figuring it out right away.

"Funny Family"has 105 episodes, 25 minutes each, with its own opening credits. That's 44 hours of pure torture (of course, not everything was filmed), shown through satire of popular 2000s Disney Channel-style sitcoms.

In this fic, Superman didn't die. Project "Eclipse" was developed by Lex for the sole purpose of knocking Superman off his pedestal of public adoration at the right moment, so he could do whatever he wanted afterwards.

A bit about Con:

He's much more sensitive and emotional than in canon.I feel like DC dropped the ball on a few things with him. Because if you say: "he's too emotional, doesn't respond to normal control, and doesn't follow orders" – it should actually be like that. None of us know how a Kryptonian psyche works. If their pain tolerance and physical vulnerabilities are negligible, why would we assume their psychology works like a human's? (You can theorize about what I mean by that, because I can't say more right now.)

One of my favorite details about Con: his hypersensitivity is insane because all sensations hit him at once. He didn't learn to live gradually like Clark; he just came out of the lab and started hearing and feeling everything around him, which overloaded his brain so badly that the first three times, he just passed out from sensory overload. Answering questions in advance: yes, Con will use various kinds of sensory 'dampeners' for sound and everything else for the rest of his life. They'll just evolve over time.

The first thing Con ever got for himself, as Con—not as Superboy or Subject Thirteen—something that was truly his, that was a gift… was a scratched-up, beat-up CD player. With one CD in it.

Guess which song was on it?

Some cute details about Tim and Con, for when they finally get together:

· Tim talks at home without the comms, not only because he feels safe, but because Con really likes his voice.

· Every time Con wants to do something risky or potentially dangerous with Tim, he doesn't get to do it until he agrees to the subsequent 'aftercare' / being taken care of.

· They both make compromises for each other: Con allows himself to be taken care of, and Tim allows himself not to lie and to act relaxed.

· Con can't cook at all, like, not even a little. Tim finds cooking meditative and sequential. Con loves to stand behind him and just hug him while Tim cooks. This is usually accompanied by grumbling along the lines of:

"You know this is uncomfortable for me."

"You know I wouldn't be standing here if you were against it."

· Con is fascinated by people's scars. For him, they're distinctive marks that can tell a lot about a person. He's jealous of people who have scars because they make individuals stand out from each other. You already get that he can lie for hours just tracing the contours of Tim's scars with his fingers, right?

· This also helps with Tim's self-acceptance. But in return, Tim observes Conner's behavior endlessly. He likes everything. His emotional outbursts, the way Con starts to levitate when he feels comfortable, how his eyes can glow in the dark, Con's fangs, his pointed ears, his perfect curls, and his always-warm body… Tim is just utterly, ridiculously gone for him.

If this post gets some traction, the next one will be about Jason and Tim!

Of course, Tim can still speak, but it's not particularly loud and quite hoarse, so our smart boy built himself a module, borrowing Jason's technology.

Today we have:

Poor Barbara, Circus and fucking lex Luther

I was hit so hard—so intensely—that I felt the urge to write something. Okay, we'll discuss my aching head later. This was written, and I advise reading it to "Plastic Trees" and "Man of War" by Radiohead.

This is my first text in the last two months, I hope you like it! please, English is not my native language, if you see mistakes, please point them out.and BE SURE TO WRITE WHETHER YOU LIKED IT OR NOTT

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He shatters the mirror and breathes heavily. Shards dig into his hands, but the pain never comes. A piercing scream echoes through the laboratory. Tim shudders in a soundless sob — he no longer allows himself to cry, and he tastes blood on his tongue. He'd been screaming too loudly again.

The painkillers are too far away. The world tilts precariously and finally swallows him whole. His scars itch, and his body, feeling nothing, makes him lose himself completely in his own mind. Lying on the floor, Tim closes his eyes and hugs his knees, as if trying to become smaller than he is.

He hears all of them, and it's too loud. He hears the Joker's laughter, Harley's caring words while she straps him to the table, he hears Bruce —disappointed and broken. He hears-hears-hears too much, and it is destroying him.

Sensations keep crashing over him in waves. Tim is drowning because now the touches come. Poison Ivy runs her hands over him, touching where it's disgustingly damp beneath the green shirt, coating him in something vile. Jason touches his cheek, stroking it, and his skin begins to burn. The Joker strokes his hair, and it feels like a thousand insects are crawling there. Tim begins to tremble and howl hoarsely, feeling the cough descend upon him along with the third wave — the thoughts.

He thinks too much. About those he failed; those he abandoned; what he couldn't handle; about never having truly left that place, the warehouses; about how weak and worthless he is; about how he will never be able to take his place, because he is too broken to have a "place."

He thinks about Jason. About his pursed lips, about that vile gaze, so similar to Bruce's—filled with regret and guilt. He wants to erase that gaze. From his memory. From his skin.

He thinks about Kon, who always, intuitively, holds back when he touches him —because, of course, he could never be as good as the Kryptonian. Somewhere outside, a voice — his reason, and someone else — is shouting, trying to prove to Tim that his mind is now torturing itself, but Tim doesn't hear it. He can't hear.

His memory is slashed by shards of recollection, distorted and fractured. His father strokes his hair, asking how exactly he would kill Batman. He replies that he can't kill Batman, because that's his father's dream. His mother kisses his forehead and reads him something about sheep and wolves at night. She lazily runs her fingers through his hair as another needle, terrifyingly slow, sinks under his skin. Still, there was something about rabbits that don't always get pulled from hats, or pigeons that got stuck and died in those mechanisms during the early era of magic tricks, wasn't there? Bruce touches his shoulder, barely perceptible, and says: "Good job. I wouldn't have remembered that sensor."

Alfred brings him cookies and orange juice, saying something about sleep and concentration. Should he go to bed now?

His head is like an overloaded computer. Tim feels he's going to explode very soon. He feels this along with Connor's presence in the lab. He's standing right here, behind his back, silent, nervously tapping his foot on the floor. It seems to shatter what's left of Tim from the inside, and he surrenders.

He surrenders, tearing apart with laughter — hoarse and ringing, interspersed with a bloody cough. He laughs louder than the Joker; scratches his hands more fiercely than Jason yanks his hair; breaks into a scream that is clearly louder than Kon's voice, trying to get through to him. He's probably saying that Tim is no longer needed. He's free now, he's gained Superman's recognition — why would he need Tim?