Everything is  DARK , but  there’s  something  echoing  in  the  distance . A  voice &&  a  familiar  one , it’s  calling - SHOUTING , but  he  can’t  quite  get  a  grip  on it . Like  fingers  slipping  from  the  cliff  edge ,  he’s  slowly  descending  to  somewhere  that  he  knows  he’ll NEVER  be  able  to  get  back  from .  He  doesn’t  know  WHAT  happened  exactly - but  it’s  obviously  something  bad - a  feeling  of  impending  danger  lingering  into  unconsciousness .  

The  voice  calls  again , LOUDER . Dick  digs  his  nails  in - pulls  himself  towards  the  male  tone . As  he  drags  himself  ,  one  thing  becomes  clear . He  DOES  know  the  voice . TIM . The  boy  that  had  watched  him  with  awe  in  his  eyes -  the  guy  DICK  had  watched  with  the  same  awe  as  he  grew  into  the  bravest - smartest  man  he  knew .

“ ugh - “

Eyelids  flutter . Dick  can FEEL  his  body  now - a  sure  sign  that  he’s  coming  around . Safety . Something  hurts - something  he  can’t  put  a  finger  on  yet , but  that  doesn’t  MATTER ,  not  when  he’s  so  close . A  gasp  &&  Dick’s  eyes  finally  fly  open . He  sits  halfway  up  before  he  can’t go  any  further . Eyes  wide  they  seek  out  the  younger  male .

“ Tim ? TIM ?? “

Chaos. It was the only thing Tim could think to describe the scene that he found himself in. One second they were all standing around making small talk in the extravagantly decorated ballroom, and the next second they were running for their lives as a huge group of masked people came in and attacked.  

Something had to be wrong with him. The first thought that came into his head was that this would make for a good excuse to skip the next gala. All night he was itching to be out on the rooftops of Gotham. But he didn’t want this. 

Gotham’s elite were screaming as they ran away from the masked maniacs, Tim tried his best to save as many as he could while toning down his skills to keep his identity safe. It wasn’t long before he was overwhelmed. His hands were promptly duct taped behind his back and he was dragged to a van in the back. Coincidentally Dick was here too, knocked out. 

 “Wake up! Please wake up.” 

Tim did his best to sound as helpless as one would expect a young son of a billionaire to be. Putting on something of a show for these psychos. There was only one guarding the car, they must be going back for more people. How they decided who to kill and who to spare was beyond Tim. 

__________ “ Time to suit up, looks like the meeting’s on. ”

Jaydick is godtier and anyone who disagrees with it is weak

      “impress  me,  was  that  what  you’ve  been  trying  to  do  all  this  time?”  a  SMIRK  streaks  across  the  witchboy’s  features.  the  arch  of  his  chin  brushing  over  the  escrima  stick’s  polished  line. &  when  the  weight  lessons,  klarion  PRESSES  foward.  following  the  retreating  weapon  with  a  hint  of  brimstone  awakening  within  the  onyx  of  his  eyes. / wicked  mischief  coursing  through  his  veins.  “but ---- why  indeed.  it’s  almost  as  if  i  were  distracting  you!”  painted  nails  clip  into  the  baton,  sinking  into  the  grooves  as  he  trails  a  finger  down its  girth. ----- if  only  he  had  taken  a  moment  &  used  his  head,  he would  have  realized  that  his  anchor  was  nowhere  in  sight. 

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 there’s  a  blink,  a  moment’s  pause.  and  then  a  smirk  slides  across  jason’s  face.  ❛  that  sounds  like  an  invitation.  ❜  he  takes  a  step  towards  the  shorter  man,  head  tipped  to  the  side.  ❛  do  you  want  to  know  all  the  dirty  details  of  what  i  get  up  to??  ❜