Dimension-Crossed
ITS HERE! FINALLY! I HAVE FINISHED THIS MONSTER OF A FIC!
Red Robin!Tim gets shot through a portal into Earth 16 and tries to get back home but gets some actual fucking good mental health. then regresses
ao3 (i only put this on ao3 because its a huge fic and formatting sucks on ffn)
also this was written based off of a conversation @timdrakeothy and I had like a year ago. I finished this fic in like 5 months and then waited half a year to edit it and post it so yeah
Tim stumbled through the portal barely realizing that he had. He caught himself, grabbing onto a black shirt that somewhere in his mind he recognized but he was distracted at the moment by the searing pain in the underside of his belly. The person who’s shirt he grabbed clamped onto his shoulders, steadying him. Familiar yet unfamiliar hands. Why were they familiar? Tim ignored the pain which coursed through his body (as he so often did) and glanced up at the man who held him.
“Conner-you’re alive!” Tim slipped through his fingers, holding his best friend in a hug. Something was off and Tim knew it subconsciously but at the moment he couldn’t process anything because of the way that his best friend was holding him and the major wound in his belly. “Thank god you’re alive. I knew it, oh god, I knew it.”
Tim knew he was babbling too and despite his best friend’s confused face he clung to the man, because oh god Conner was alive! Except that he wasn’t and Tim knew he wasn’t. Unlike Bruce, Conner was really gone and there was nothing he could do about that but then Conner said confused: “Uh, who are you?”
Tim still replied quickly and with the assumption that Conner was alive, “Oh! Right, you’ve never seen me in this suit. It’s me, Tim!” He pulled off his cowl with one hand (his gauntlet was sticky and wet and something was wrong but Tim still wasn’t fully processing his situation). But when Conner pulled back, Tim frowned and realized that no, Conner was dead. He was really dead. And this Conner, this Conner wasn’t alone.
Tim turned around. People he knew and some he didn’t swam in front of his eyes but only when he noticed a small (fifteen years old? Sixteen years old?) boy in a suit so very similar to one of his own did he realize his mistake. Not time travel, that was for sure, he didn’t remember this and that suit wasn’t anything he’d ever worn. Only one other alternative came to mind: parallel earths, and man had he had enough of those to last a lifetime.
“Who did you say you were?” The boy asked but the pitch of his voice changed and Tim’s vision mushed together and all he could get out before he found a comfortable spot on the floor to curl up and die was: “huh. There’s another me.”
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buy me a caffinated beverage and maybe i’ll have the energy to post the whole fic on tumblr