Tim you can't just form ride-or-die teams every time you get a new vigilante alter-ego! Look at them - they are so confused

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Tim you can't just form ride-or-die teams every time you get a new vigilante alter-ego! Look at them - they are so confused
Tim was sleeping. The place he was sleeping in was completely isolated, there were no windows. There was nothing inside except a mattress fixed to the floor, pillows and a blanket. Tim was lying rigidly on the bed. His hair was white, his face had scars. A small creature was curled up on his unmoving chest. He had a headset in his ear. Suddenly a voice came from the headset "Boss we have arrived in Gotham. The sun is going to set completely in a few minutes. 3 minutes to be exact. But it looks like we have a few guests. Tim opened his eyes immediately and looked around. His eyes were green "report" he said. Another voice said "looks like bats. I counted 5-" while another voice said "six bats are here too" Tim sighed "he left the creature on his chest on the bed and sat up "I'm leaving" he said. 3 voices shouted "no" at the same time. Tim said "z, owens, pru the weather is closed and 3 minutes I won't be out that long. Open the door" Pru said "boss you are staying inside. No way". Z said "You have to be patient for 2 minutes and then you can leave." Owens said "Boss you may be smart but you sometimes forget to use logic if we hadn't known you before you became a vampire I would have said the sun is affecting your brain." Tim sighed. He stood up the creature rumbled softly. Tim said "It's okay Meg. We're home. We'll be going out soon." He took a blood bag from the cupboard next to him and drank it. He cleaned his mouth and fixed his clothes then fixed his hair.
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When Bruce came back, his family was there. But one was missing. Even Jason was there. But his precious Timmy was missing. His son was missing because no one in his family believed him and called him crazy. His son was gone because no one helped him search for Bruce. Maybe his son was dead because his family had abandoned him. Maybe his son was dead because he was looking for him. His son was dead and it was because of Bruce. And Bruce would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.
Red Robin (2009) #3
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@tim-drake-week Day 5: Red Robin | "Skill issue." | Tim Drake's Missing Spleen
Word count: 1.5k
Rating: T
Summary:
“Do you think Ra’s still has my spleen floating around somewhere?”
Owens looks up from his cards; Z and Pru put down the guns they were cleaning.
“I’d hope not, but…” Z trails off. Owens looks slightly queasy at the thought.
“Well if he does we should get it back,” Pru points out, “before he does some creepy shit like making a fucking- clone or something.”
Mariage de l'artiste Ingvild Gillet avec le designer industriel Rick Owens, France, 2026.