An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Batman (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Jack Drake & Tim Drake
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Jack Drake
Additional Tags: Wings, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different Powers, Good Parent Jack Drake, Jean-Paul Valley is Batman, Catatonic Jason Todd, Pre-Relationship, Tim Drake is Robin (DCU)
Summary:
In the original Irish, ben síde means “fairy woman.” Tim’s dad says the name happened because the women of their family are the ones with the flashy powers. What the Drake men can do is so unimpressive in comparison that most of the time, Tim doesn’t mention it. After all, it’s not relevant to anything he does in the mask. Until, quite abruptly, it is.
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Chapter 2 is now up for Day 6: Orange of JayTim Week 2025!
Both you and @franticvampirereads asked about this one 😅 I guess it's a very intriguing title?
This is a twist on an idea I had for a wingfic AU ages ago, where people's souls manifest as ghostly wings that only a handful of people can see (in this case, Tim). I never got very far when I toyed around with it before because I didn't have much beyond that, and then I struck on the idea of making it a familial trait. And that gee, if someone went through a big life change like becoming a vigilante, that would probably reflect in their soul somehow.
So far it's a weird team-up of Tim and Jack trying to figure out what to do with this kid that Tim found who has very unusual/kinda messed-up wings.
Whatever is going on with this kid, they're dangerous. Lethal in a way Tim hasn't seen since he parted ways with Lady Shiva. Logically, he should back away, head on home, hang up his cape for the night and forget all about this.
Except for how pure logic doesn't always always have a place in Robin's world. The kid sets off all of Tim's internal warning bells, but they aren't attacking. They're hiding, the boney wings curling around them to try and make a protective shell. To shield something broken from a cruel world.
Something aches in Tim's chest, and he moves closer before dropping down into a crouch, careful to telegraph each of his movements ahead of time. "Hi, I didn't mean to scare you. My name is Robin. What's yours?"
One wing flicks outwards, the bony tip spearing through his chest though he can't actually feel it. The move reveals a single pale eye, which blinks out at him from under the cave of the cardboard. It seems to wander aimlessly at first, then fixes on his center mass, piercing and focused.
The kid slowly unfolds, the arm under the outstretched wing reaching out to touch the R on Robin's chest.
Tim lets it, lets him. Doesn't even consider attempting to stop it from happening. He's too busy trying to remember how to breathe, how to think. Well, at least now he has some kind of explanation for the state of this kid's soul.
If anyone in this world is entitled to skeletal wings, it's Jason Todd.
Banshee (1): A female spirit in Gaelic folklore believed to presage, by wailing, a death in a family.
Banshee (2): A mythological, female, magical creature that flies all night looking for prey. They feed on people's sadness. They kill by screaming in such a high pitch that it breaks glass and the arteries of its victim's body so that they drown in their own blood".
Thomas (or Tom/Tommy): A scraggly banshee boy who, being too meek to speak above a murmur, prefers to give his omens through written letter.
He had been home long enough for the bruises to fade by now, and was granted permission to leave his rooms again after concocting a tale of exploration and camping gone awry to explain away his disappearance. With the Queen attending to matters in Dalaran, and the King still irritated with him, Uther sought out entertainment in the Palace’s menagerie; a diplomat from Shattrath had recently gifted a young Elekk to their collection, and the Prince was rather fascinated by the odd looking creature. To the boy’s chagrin, the disorienting double-vision he’d experienced after his return turned out to be a recurring event, and he found himself having to shut his eyes to block out the disturbing sight of a bloated abomination shambling through the pens as if they didn’t exist.
Trying to block out the reminder that in another time, his home was an undead-infested ruin, the boy distracted himself by playing with the new arrival. It was fairly successful, until he heard childish laughter behind him - this wasn’t one of the days the menagerie was open to the public, and the Prince should have been alone save for the keepers. Uther whirled around to look for the source, and caught a flash of golden-blond hair disappearing around a corner. With a scowl the pallid boy chased after the intruder; rounding the corner he moved to block the other boy’s escape. “Terenas, what-“
He froze. Though there was some resemblance, the boy before him was definitely not his little brother.
Lyland takes Stiles to prom because hey, that's what boyfriends do. It's a night full of kissing, Stiles complaining about her dress, and that beautiful night after that Stiles has waited almost nine years for.
