Tim is recovering conciousness slowly. Something is not right...
"Tim? are you there?" He hears Dick ask softly, maybe even scared. Tim blink twice until he can see Dick in front of him. Himself is against a wall on the batcave, every bat free that night is watching him caustounly from a safe distance.
"Wha--" He cuough and an inmense pain in his abdomen makes him double over him. "What's going on?" he says as he grabs his side.
"We don't know, but you were acting weird" answer Dick. Damian, on his side, is watching him wouthout blinking. Bruce is behind them, in a protecting posture.
"Weird how?"
"You were speaking arabic... but resembling an old man" says Damian. "You said and I quote: I made it, i finally made it, and then you fainted"
"How do you feel son?" finally ask Bruce, while coming closer to help him on his feets.
"I-- I do't know. I feel fuzzy, and it hurts my side when I move"
"Then let me check, take of the top of your suit" Tim nods and start removing it. When it is off, everyone is speechless. One of Tim's scars is black, and it appear to be some writing alongside it.
"What is this?!" nodoby answer him "It can't be posion or venom... I think something inside off me is trying to take control..." taking a deep breath, he grabs his head, feeling dizzy. "Quickly, tie me up"
Only Damian acts as requested, tying his wrist and ankles toghether. Soon after, Tim start acting werid again, whispering to himself and trying to untie his hand. His eyes are no longer deep blue, more la a dark brownish and greenish color. His pupil are blown, making him look... possesed.
"Dick, call Constantine... I think someone is trying to posses Tim"
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As soon as Constantine looked the mark on Tim's body, he makes a face crearly feeling disgust.
"Is this mate mising something? An organ, perhaps?"
"Yeah, he is missing his spleen. Ra's took it a year ago" respond Dick, with an angry face.
"I have horrific news... and good news, so wich one first?" Bruce and the rest doesnt say anything, so Constantine start talking again. "I see how it is... the bad one fisrt, I advise you to take seat, this is disgusting"
Bruce simply stays where he is, without moving, whatching Tim while he is tie up and gagged so he doesn't speak. Damian and Dick take a sit and listen carefuly.
"There is and old old magic that nobody works anymore because is really nauseous to use it. You have to have a stomach... because probably old Ra's is eating Tim's spleen as we speak to take control of his mind"
This is heavy inspired on the fma and xxxholic universes.
After he was found bleeding and moved to the Leagues quarter, Ra's ask the doctor to wake him up before the surgery.
Tim's eyes couldn't focus on anything, he was in deep pain, felt nauseous and couldn't even talk.
"Young detective... I admire the way you work. That's why I amd offering to bring back your mentor." Great, now he could rest in peace if someone was willing to bring Bruce back. "But there is a price to pay, as nothing is free in life, not really"
"W-won't be... your..." Truly Tim was tired, his word slurred and didn't make sense, but Ra's knew what he was talking about.
"Do not worry about that now, we will talk and you will obey me... but now, I just need to know if you are willing to give some of you to bring back the Batman"
Tim didn't know what he was talking about, but he looked deep in Ra's eyes, trying to see if he was telling the truth. He would do anything to bring Bruce back, his dad back.
"I just need to take something from you. Specifically a memory," he touched his forehead with his hand "a piece of flesh," now he touched his stomach "blood and bone" he held his hand.
With disgust, Tim took his hand as fast as he could, and without taking his eyes from the cold green stone eyes from the old man, he understood that he was right... This si the only way.
At one moment, Jason has apologised for attacking Tim in the Titan's tower. And Tim responded:
"I forgave you a long time ago. You weren't... yourself" Jason was speechless for a moment. This dumb kid is goint to get himself killed, it's a miracle that he is alive.
"Don't start with that bullshit" Jason stood up from his seat in the library. "you know that it is not a excuse for what I did!" His hands nervously combed his own hair. "I could have killed you!"
Tim was calmly analasing him. "But you didn't, so it's okay, you just wanted to maimed me to send a mess--"
"NO! No Tim... Timmy, I wanted to kill you. I..." He took a deep breath. He couldn't see Tim in the eyes. "I thought I killed you back there... and I was... I was fine with that. Don't forgive that easily because I don't deserve it."
There was a long pause. Jason didn't know what was going to happend next, but he was willing to accepp it no matter what. He was tired of pretending that he was not to blame.
His has his back to Tim now, looking the ground with heavy shoulder full of guilt.
For a moment he thought that Tim has left, but suddenly a hand was on his back, close to his shoulder.
"I don't know how to say this but... I am not mad at you anymore. I wanted to, but I was not mad just... sad." Jason still couldn't see Tim. "Even if you say that your intention was to kill me back there, you didn't and I know you could. You had the change and you didn't." The hand on his shoulder was starting to grip and pull him to face the younger. He let his body be move around and finally he was in front of Tim, looking directly to his stupid baby blue eyes.
"Do you want to kill me now?" God, Tim, you can't be serious. Jason shook his head. "Then I forgive you. You learned, and I know now that you care for me, right?" Now Jason nods. "Stop being so hard on yourself"
"I am not... I just... don't think this is enough"
"Then what if... I ask things from you so you can make up for me?" Yeah, that's something that Jason can do. He can help him in his patrols, coocks him some actual food, helps training... the list goes on. He nods again.
"Then I want you to come at least twice a week to family dinner."
If anything, Wally was really hoping he would actually help someone with this torture. With this mad guy poking on his inside... taking pieces. Ugh, everything was wrong but he couldn't get out of the ties holding him in place.
"We will start with a part of the liver... as you know--"
"--It can grow back, I know, I'm not stupid!" Wally didn't let the mad doc end his phrase. This felt like a violation. Taking things from you without consent. Even if it was to try and create new organs to donor later.
"Shut up or I will take more than I should". The speedster bite his tongue. He can heal faster, he knows, but he doesn't want to learn how much.
It has only been three hours since he was kidnapped. He is sure that, in at least on more hour, someone will come to his rescue. Uncle Barry or Uncle Hal, Dick, Roy, Bruce... anyone; he just have to wait, be patient and hope to be in one piece when they arrive.
Tim doesnt know who to talk to. Kon will be mad and there will be consequences he doesn't want to adress right now -or never. Dick and Damian are the ones to initiate the problem... and he knows Dick won't change his mind about how to aproach Damian.
He really doesn't want to talk to Bruce or Alfred, he doesn't want to be a bother to them, and Duke is like his younger sibling, he can't been seen like this -crying, trying to control his panic attack.
Steph is an option, but he feels like she will try to makes him smile no matter what and he wants to be mad, to scream and cry.
When he is leaving the mansion, as soon as he opens the door he is meet with Jason arriving in his motorcycle. "Crap," he thinks, "Maybe he won't mind enough to ask." So he quickly put his sunglasses on start walking toward his car, just giving a nodding to Jason.
"Hey, hey, hey. Where're you goin' little bird?" Jason start walking to his door and tap the window twice. Tim rolls down the window. "C'mon, won't even say hello?"
"Hi, Jason." He breath deep, trying to control his sobbings and trying no to see on Jason's direction. "Sorry, I have work to do, you know how it is..." He says hoping that Jason will let him leave. There is a moment of silence where Tim isn't sure if he can roll up the window... Jason's hands are on top of it.
"What's going on?" and before Tim can say nothing, Jason adds "And don't give me that nothing crap... your eyes are red and you're or have been crying"
Tim bite the inside of his cheeks. If he start talking, he will start crying all over again. He is just so tired... he wants to be alone.
"C'mon Timmy" Jason insist, and Tim can't handle it. He just shakes his head and cover his mouth to supress a sob. "Fuck it" Before he can stop it, Jason opens the door and pull Tim by the arm until he is out, after that he takes Tim face with one hand and remove the sunglases with the other one.
Tim is looking to the ground, he really doesn't want to talk or to do anything actually. He rubs his eye with his hand and hiccup pathetically.
"He..." Tim start talking, but it's getting troublesome as he keeps crying, but he tries anyway "He did it again, I thought... I thought he have stopped com-complety but... he did it a-again"
There is a part two, but let me know what you think happened.
Also, if anything is bad written, let me know. English is not my first language.
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