Tim -14- freshman

Red Robin

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Early-morning Tim.

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Red as a Robin (Tim & Bart)

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Bart laughed, “I think you would have won. Would have suck for Superman though.” He smiled at Tim gently wishing to soothe him but he couldn’t even touch the Batfamily member. So he settled for sympathetic faces. Bart hadn’t had the dreaded sunburn yet so he didn’t really know what it felt like. The speedster shook his head, “Hey, you may not have speedsters healing, but you have a speedster healer!” Bart smiled at Tim. He knew Tim would be a lot better by tomorrow, “And you know the song….The sun won’t come out tomorrow~” At least, that had been what some girls tanning on the beach had been griping about.

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Tim chuckled and flopped onto the bed when they arrived at their room. "Bart, you are the best friend a dude could ask for..." He said, smiling up at the speedster genuinely. "For you immense valor and best-friend-itude... You get to choose the annual movie night movie...!" He said, saluting the speedster.

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Red as a Robin (Tim & Bart)

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Bart followed Tim close behind. The auburn haired speedster came up behind Tim with bottles of calamine lotion, ice, and tubs of ice cream. Bart had never had sun burn and he assumed it would heal easy for speedsters though he remembered Wally coating his fair ginger-white-boy skin in pure zinc cream. Bart looked at Tim with pity. They were supposed to go to Disney World tomorrow…It would seem that would be ruined.

"…Come on, Timmy, we’ll get the lotion on you, you’ll get a little ice, watch a little TV, some R and R. You’ll feel better in the morning. Speedster’s honor!" Bart gave a little salute.

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Tim smiled, Bart always somehow knowing what to do and say. "Sounds much better than waging war on the sun which is what I was planning..." He chuckled, leading the speedster into the elevator.

"You don't have to nurse me back to health though, Bart...  I know you were looking forward to Disney tomorrow..."

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Red as a Robin (Tim & Kal)

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"And yet Florida seems to like you, judging from the way it has marked you as its own," Kaldur teased, coming up behind the smaller boy as he toweled off. He could’ve used his powers to scatter the saltwater that clung to his skin, but it would’ve been conspicuous and petty. Plus, the feeling of a soft towel was one of the aspects of the surface world that he took true delight in.

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"Haha, Kal. I get it, I hate the sun, the sun can't seem to get enough of me. For our friendly Atlantean, you could've woke me up off the beach before I turned crimson." Tim pouted, wanting to cross his arms but it would hurt too much.

"Heat makes me.. Crabby." He said, noting the pun.

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Red as a Robin (OPEN)

Tim stepped into the hotel like the ground was made of glass and to the bright red boy, it practically was. Someone as pale as Tim Drake should not be outside in the Florida sun for more than an hour. And yet here he was with a burn that took four hours to wake him up from the deep sleep on the shore and he looked ready to go back home.

  "Hate.... Florida.."

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Cole Drake ((Tim & Bart))

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"I’ll keep looking," said Bart with a comforting smile. He sighed and turned his head away, sneezing. He chuckled, "Sorry…’Scuze me, I don’t wanna get you sick." Bart pulled out of the hug, "I’ll do another scope of the town. Maybe he went near the forest.You know, hunter by nature and all that."

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Tim's eyebrows drew together, "Are you okay...?" He asked, noticing that Bart was sick which was weird due to his Speedster metabolism Then he noticed that it was probably Bart's looking for Cole that had probably gotten him sick."Bart.. It's a bit cold. Why don't you take a little rest. It'll take the shift tonight."

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Cole Drake ((Open))

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Bart let out a gentle sigh as he came up behind Tim and gave him a comforting hug, “We’ll find him, Timmy.” Bart’s cheeks were bright red from having run all over the town looking for Tim’s kitten. He had gotten it recently and it was a cute little thing. Bart was already quite fond of it since he wasn’t allowed to keep the puppy he had found.

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Tim blushed, his friend giving him a soft hug but he still wasn't used to all of Bart's over-excited affection. But he smiled none the less, "Thanks for doing all that, Bart... Cole is too little to be out and about.." He said, rubbing his arms as if he was cold himself and knew Cole would be freezing her little rump off. Yet he wasn't going to retire soon-- he wanted to find his missing cat.

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Cole Drake ((Open))

"Lost Cat," The flyer read, neon yellow, letters black and blocky. They stood out on the community board and so did the bright shot of a little black, fluffy kitten playing in some fall leaves. "Cole is a six week old black long hair, two pounds, six ounces. She is very shy and afraid of strangers, do not chase! She has blue eyes  and is very tiny, as well as susceptible to cold weather. If found please call 962 771 0413 or return to Tim Drake." Tim read and reread the flyer several times, pinning it up and holding a stack of them in his free hand. He sighed, Clone was just a kitten and she wouldn't survive a winter like this.

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Let's Relearn Our Places (Hummingbird)

Tim tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and sat at the table. Snow was falling outside and the dorm was quite. It was nice, different with Bart there but still nice. The speedster felt so familiar to Tim yet he didn't know him as much as he felt. He liked him but he didn't know just how much yet. He sipped the cocoa, letting it warm his hands as he just sat back and relaxed. "... So tell me more about you...You seem to know a lot about me.."

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Focus [Bart & Tim]

Bart hadn’t slept since the school blew up. He’d researched. He had left the hospital and returned to the Garricks’, as many of the students would either retreat to their guardians or to the hotels booked by Bruce Wayne. An email was sent out that the school board was currently making the decision on what to do with the recent destruction of the school. However, they seemed confident that the students would be in school once more.

Bart busied himself with REACH research. Coffee and tea paper cups piled up in a trash bag in his room. He came out to make coffee, eat bites of meals (not often, he never felt hungry much anymore), and go out to buy coffee and tea at the nearby Starbucks. He found information on how long the REACH had been active with Earth. He found a way to return Jaime to normal he ever went on mode again. But he mostly found fluff that he couldn’t use or false leads.

Despite not feeling tired, one could look at Bart and just see the lack of sleep. His focus on his work had made his eyes blood shot, bags underneath them. If he raised his hand from the keyboard or away from pouring the coffee pot, they shook. He’d been awake for who knew how long and no one from school had checked on him. He felt this was for the best anyway.

He had a world to save.

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Going to a new school was scary. Going to a new school where everyone knew you but you didn't know them was scarier. Apparently, he had met all these people before but he didn't know them. Everyone looked at him like an old friend, talked to him like they had known him forever, and there was nothing scarier than not knowing yourself as much as all the strangers around you did.

When the Joker juiced his brain-- the Tim Drake they all knew and loved died but he didn't die gracefully. Shards of him were scattered about-- not enough to put him back together but maybe enough for a restoration. From what he gathered off those around him-- he had been kind and caring, a good person like he always tried to be. But with all the times Tim's looked over his body-- he guessed that was all a farce to hide the pain brewing inside.

2 large gashes at the base of his wrists, nine running up his arms, and then ten on each thigh. All self inflicted. But at the same time-- he almost understood the reason for each one.

Sighing, Tim made his way down the street-- head down due to the rain and walked on impulse. He didn't know where or why he was walking but he did and when he made it to someone's doorstep-- without thinking-- he looked at Joan and asked--

"Is Bart here...?"

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"As he’s in the middle of the street Then I pretend he is mine to keep”

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Lyrics by The Tiny (Closer)

Screencaps by Bentfire

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Welcome to My Nightmare, Make Yourself at Home ((Tim and Bart))

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Bart’s arms hurt. Curse Tim and endless knowledge of anything and everything, including how to break bones. If he didn’t act fast, then he was going to have to deal with trying to hold Tim with a broken arm. He tried told hold Tim in a way that the little Robin couldn’t twist at his arm anymore.

He cursed mentally as he was pushed back against the wall when Harley came in. There was no way out except to vibrate. He an Tim would be either shot or hammered into the ground. If he wanted to save Tim, he’d have to take the risk.

"He’s ours now…"

"He was never yours to begin with!" hissed Bart as he began to vibrate through the wall. "You can’t owe Timmy. He’s his own person. He chose me.” Bart pulled Tim in tight so that none of his vitals were showing, Bart even held a hand in front of his head. Sure, the speedster was on full display, but Tim had suffered enough. 

The two were sinking in through the wall and Bart kissed Tim’s head again. He held the little Robin in close, they were going to make it. Bart had managed to get them halfway through so that Bart’s stomach was through the wall and most of Tim was as well. Just a little bit more…

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The Joker grinned so wild as he took a twitch out of his pocket and pushed the button as calmly as he would light a cigarette. And just like that, Tim's head felt like it was about to explode. Like his head was being pumped with helium his pupils dilated.

Bart and Tim made it through the wall.

But not unscathed.

"We're done here, Harley..." He smirked, laughing as the two left the room and Tim fell into Bart's arms, seizing with foam coming from his wicked grin and the crumpled into the concrete of the sidewalk they were now on.

Then there was nothing but white for Tim. Nothing but white and a fading laugh that traveled through the air like a threat.

A blessing or a curse-- Tim's mind was wiped dry and he was out.

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Welcome to My Nightmare, Make Yourself at Home ((Tim and Bart))

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Bart gasped as Tim’s hand grasped his neck. He watched as Joker pointed a gun to Tim’s head. Bart managed to growl out, “Not to-freakin’-day!” He put his hand over Tim’s mouth so that he wouldn’t suffocate at Bart’s high speeds. He vibrated his neck to get Tim to release him. It hurt that he knew that Tim would be burned because of it.

Then pulled Tim close to his body and pulled away from the Joker to the other side of the room. He glared at the clown. He pressed his back up against the wall. Bart had never tried going through the wall with two people before.

What if Tim and I get stuck? Then they would both be dead by the hand of the Joker. It was too risky. He’d have to run to the door and hope that Joker didn’t hit him. Then he’d just have to make it past Harley.

And here was hoping that Tim didn’t struggle against him. He sighed and kissed Tim’s cheek, “You’re gonna be alright, Birdie. Don’t fight me. Everything will be okay. Just keep listening to me.”

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Tim wanted to cry. On the outside his hands gripped Bart's arms painfully tight-- trying to break bones with strength and knowledge of the human body that Tim knew well. But on the inside he was doing everything he could to stop and pull away. A tear slipped down his cheek as Bart whispered those words in his ear because above all things, all he wanted to do was comply.

The Joker took random shots at the couple, none hitting but all putting the fear of God into Tim. He could die. /Bart/ could die. Nothing scared him more than that.

"It's gonna take a lot more than love to fix up bird boy, speedy..." He cackled, swinging the gun about as Harley stood in the door way with her hammer.

"He's ours now..."

And Tim, the Joker, and Harley laughed together, only pooling more tears on Tim's face.

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Welcome to My Nightmare, Make Yourself at Home ((Tim and Bart))

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Tim sounded in pain when he chuckled. It hurt Bart to see him like this, laughing and ready to do things against this will. 'If only I got here sooner!' thought Bart, exasperatedly. But he needed to make Tim safe…And others safe from Tim if he had to. And then he might clock out the Joker and toss him over to let the other older Robins deal with him for hurting Tim…If the Joker hadn’t gotten to them already. Bart hadn’t seen Dick or Jason since this all began.

When Tim approached him with the knife, Bart wasn’t afraid. 'Remember the pressure points Dick taught you.' He rushed forward and grabbed Tim’s wrist, placing a thumb on the bottom and pressing in hopes that Tim would be forced to release the knife. With out a though, Bart let out a sorrowful look and wiped one of Tim’s tears, “How can I smile when you hurt so much? It’s okay, Tim, I’m here now. All you have to do is listen to me.”

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The knife fell to the ground but soon enough, Tim's other hand was wrapped around Bart's neck. He didn't want to squeeze but he was, slowly taking the life out of the man he loved. And the Joker loved it. He was laughing his ass off.  "Aww, two love birds forced to look each other in the eye as they come to an end...."  He said, a gun pressed against Tim's head from behind and the Joker cocking it.  "And they will both end..." His laugh was louder than ever. 

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Welcome to My Nightmare, Make Yourself at Home ((Tim and Bart))

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For someone who wasn’t a speedster, Harely could run fast. She wasn’t gaining, but she wasn’t quitting either. Bart threw open the door to Tim’s dorm. It should have been obvious where he was, but Bart thought he had had something else to do at the library today. He huffed gently and lifted his eyes.

He was too late.

He needed to do something fast. Speedsters were good at fast. Especially when there was murderous, boyfriend torturing clown right in the room. Bart put up his hands in a mock surrender. Joker seemed amused by his little display at least. Bart slipped past the door and locked the door—as stupid as that was to lock himself in with The Joker-- to prevent Harley from joining them…For the moment.

"Tim, it’s me, Bart," he said. From what Tim had describeds he may not be…totally himself right now. Bart would have to return him to some sense to his boyfriend’s head, "Birdie, please I love you and I need you to come with me."  Heart pounding, Bart really didn’t know what he could do. Harley was coming up the hall with a huge hammer. He was locked in a room with a psychopath with a clown fetish and his boyfriend who was temporarily insane. The best thing he could do was to try and get Tim to remember him.

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Tim chuckled, not his usual laugh-- but a broken, crooked sound that jerked his body up and down and rose his cheeks so high that the smile on his face was more fearsome than any glare the teen could produce. The worst of it all though was that the laughing didn't stop-- not when Bart entered the room, not when he spoke, and certainly not as Tim moved closer and closer to the panicked speedster.  Bart! Get away! Leave, run, please! He internally shouted, eyes filling with tears as he approached him, still laughing and knife in hand.  "W-Where's that smile...?"