Fic Title: Whispers You Barely Know
“Hello,” breathed the voice. Tim opened his eyes slowly, realizing he'd fallen asleep at the computer again.
“Hello,” he said back.
“Where… you….” the voice whispered. Tim sighed.
“I’m in Gotham,” he told it.
His soulmate didn't answer. Tim tried not to let the same angry twist in his gut affect him. He shut his eyes, breathing in.
There wasn't a reason to be angry. There wasn't a reason to be mad.
There…
“I… in… Park…” the voice said.
“I can't hear you,” Tim said.
No answer.
The mantra of no need for anger snapped, and Tim shoved himself away from the computer. He stomped his way into the kitchen, chewing on his lip. He bit too hard and winced as the copper tang of his split skin hit his tongue.
Tim’s shoulders dropped.
You could hear your soulmate. They could speak to you, and usually it was a good guide. You couldn't say your name, but you could tell where you lived.
Tim, though, could never hear his soulmate clearly. It was just whispers. Sounds he could never quite make out.
It pissed him off, even if he tried to hide it. It felt funfair, in the way many things felt unfair to him. His parents always left him alone, barely bothering to hire a babysitter or nanny when he was younger.
Bruce had tried everything short of actually beating him to get him to stop being Robin. Stephanie got a free pass and Bruce TOLD HER Tim’s identity.
Dick had tried to make him into a replacement for Jason. Jason had tried to beat the shit out of him for being Robin.
Damian got to be an aggressive brat to Tim, including trying to murder him, but Tim was a danger because he wanted to hurt the man who killed his father.
Stephanie faked her death and then basically harassed everyone to get her to talk to Tim after their breakup, despite him asking for space. She then proceeded to try to team up with Bernard to ‘tease ‘ him, and got offended when Bernard shut that down.
Then Bernard found his soulmate and Tim got fucking whispers in his head not a voice.
It wasn't fair. It was never fair.
Tim stood in his apartment kitchen feeling drained.
“Park…” whispered the voice. Tim closed his eyes.
-
“Amity Park,” Danny begged his soulmate. “Please, please hear me!”
The despair and hurt from his soulmate ripped apart Danny’s heart.
Ghosts were weird with their soulmates. Unlike living people, the voices were barely there. Johnny had described it as if you were trying to speak on the opposite side of a canyon.
However, you could feel your soulmate. Their emotions vibrated in you. Not enough to influence you, but enough that you knew what their pain felt like.
Danny hadn't been sure what would happen with his soulmate, not until he'd turned eighteen and gotten whispers along with emotion.
It burned, feeling how it broke his soulmate. It clawed at Danny, and he couldn't breathe. He hated it. Hated how it hurt whoever he was bound to.
“Danny?” A knock at his door. Danny wiped at his eyes, feeling some wetness.
“I… come in,” he said. Tucker opened the door, looking sad to see Danny’s tears.
“Your soulmate?” Tucker asked.
“Yeah,” Danny sniffed. “It's so dumb-”
“No, it isn't,” Tucker said. “You’ve been through so much shit and then the one thing you looked forward to sucked so hard.” Tucker sat down on Danny’s bed, nudging the other with his shoulder. “Want to focus on the positive or vent?”
“Positive,” Danny decided. “We’re moving to Gotham next week. Leaving behind my parents.”
Leaving behind their disdain for him. One that Jazz and Sam kept insisting was fixable. No matter how much his parents insulted him or said, ‘if you weren't our son’.
“It’ll be a blast.” Tucker jumped into the conversation, trying to convince Danny Wayne Enterprises would be the best choice in their lives.
Danny sure hoped so.
