#left ambiguous

The first people to know Tim was a girl were her soulmates. She was seven when she realized it, and wrote it on her arm cautiously. One responded with a 'you're an awesome girl then' and the other responded with a happy face.

Tim was happy they knew, and hoped to see them soon. She couldn't be out with her parents, something she told the others. They were upset (or one was. The other just did a frowny face but Tim figured they had a learning disability or something preventing them from writing) with her parents which Tim liked.

Tim met her first soulmate when she was forced to go to a gala. She was a little pleased it was with the Wayne family, though she didn't speak to them at first. Rather she wrote about the party she was at (a family buisness thing she explained) and saw Jason Todd laugh.

She got curious, wondering and then...

"Hi Jason," Tim smiled at him as she showed him her hand. Jason stared and then smiled widely.

They were young, and decided to let their soulmate status rest until they figured it out. Tim confessed to knowing about Batman, and she joined the team as a researcher, uninterested in taking to the streets right away. Rather she waited as Bruce got custody of her, and let her begin transitioning. It was Tim who managed to keep Jason from running off to Ethiopia, unknowingly saving his life.

But it was Jason who found Cassandra, the girl recognizing his mark on his hand. She slipped into the family easily, a sister and a friend.

She learned to speak and to write, though she preferred ASL more then not, and her smiley faces on their arms.

Virgil already knew it was hopeless.

He was just so...perfect. He was bright, and he shone like a thousand radiant stars. He was only a few feet away from him, and yet he was the one person Virgil would never be allowed to touch.

Virgil couldn't help but notice everything. The way his eyes would express his every emotion when he spoke. How he spoke with his hands, how his lips quirked up at the corners when he smiled. How passionately he spoke about his favorite things, and the way his eyebrows tended to furrow when he was upset.

She hadn’t meant to doze off here, but it was such a nice, quiet afternoon, and she’d only meant to close her eyes for a moment to help her visualize her current composition.  The warm weight curled around her and still snoring when she came to, however, was a surprise.

It is one of the easiest decisions Jim has made in quite a long time as he stands over his sniper, looks down at him with a severity that is new and familiar, directed at him for a change, and not at some anonymous man staring down the barrel of his gun. They both know that Jim means business, both know that the time for playing was long over.

Daddy's had enough now.

His voice is gentle, though, as he issues the orders, a death warrant for her, and Sebastian knows all too well who, knows he'll have to stare her down and put a bullet in her head to ensure he was Jim's, body and soul.