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Another Tim Drake fanart cause I love him so much. I'll go crazy if I don't draw my boy once in a while.

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HAPPY ELEVEN YEARS

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Yuriy: The leading cause of death in this neighbourhood, is us. We need to cut that number down by like half this quarter.

Boris: Why do you always ask for the impossible?

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Heacanoning that sergei sometimes disappears for days on end, telling no one where he's going. The first few times he did thia, the rest of the team freaked the fuck out. It didn't help Sergei refused to say what he did or where he went. Eventually they compromised with Yuriy putting a tracker in his boot and if that ever disappeared they'd never let him go anywhere on his own ever again. It settled things somewhat but they still worry when he goes missing. None of them really know what he's up to but for some reason they've decided to let this one be. Because they all have this weird gut feeling if they press on this too hard, try to find out what Sergei does on these days off that he might never come back to them. And that fear is greater than any bone deep curiosity.

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Ivan: Sergei. I’ve been kidnapped.

Sergei [quietly]: Huh. You okay?

Ivan [hissing]: No you moron, I’m tied to a chair in some basement that smells like fermented cabbage and blood.

Sergei [exhaling slowly]: That sucks.

Ivan: Yes, it sucks! There’s like three guys with knives, I think someone’s yelling in Bulgarian, and I had to bite someone as a distraction to get to this phone!

Sergei [glancing at the tv]: I believe in you.

Ivan:......

Ivan: What? No, nope, stop that.No motivational speech. Come get me!

Sergei [after a long awkward pause]: I’m… in the middle of something.

Ivan: You... what could you possibly be in the middle off that prevents you from fucking saving me!

Sergei [....]: Season finale of the Flames? Forty-six minutes left. Been building to this all month.

Ivan: Sergei!

Sergei [trying to be soothing]: Look, I feel bad. Really I do. But you’re resourceful. You threw a man through a vending machine last month because they ran out of orange soda. I think you’ll make it.

Ivan: That was different! I had momentum then!

Sergei: Right. Channel that energy. But quietly. You're using a burner so don't get them suspicious.

Ivan: What if they come back and stab me in the kidney.

Sergei: Your left or your right?

Ivan: Um...my left I guess?

Sergei: You don’t have a left kidney anymore. Remember?

Ivan [pausing]: Oh. Right.

Sergei: See? Already ahead of the game.

Ivan [quietly, sounding vaguely frustrated yet defeated]: I can't believe I'm gonna die in a basement while you watch your stupid show.

Sergei [turning volume down slightly, with a tiny flicker of guilt]: Not ideal, I know. But I’ll be there in about an hour, okay? Hold on till then.

Ivan: …

Sergei: Ivan?

Ivan: I hate you so much.

Sergei [softly]: I know, man. Hang in there. Noe shhh.

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[Boris kicking Yuriy’s door open with a bang]

Boris: Get your ass up. We’re going to my parent-teacher conference.

Yuriy [half-asleep]: No thanks.

Boris: Yes thanks.

Yuriy: No.

Boris: Yuriy.

Yuriy: Did you not think to fake a sick note or forge your way out like a normal person.

Boris [scowling]: I tried.

Yuriy [turning away]: Ask Ivan or Sergei or something.

Boris: Bitch, did you think you were my first choice?! Ivan was pushing it pretending to be my guardian last time, and Sergei? We both know he’d rather commit tax fraud than show up to school pretending to be a loving parental figure. And we're not supposed to commit tax fraud anymore, according to you!

Yuriy [pinching the bridge of his nose]: You had one job.

Boris: Fuck you!YOU told me to get a part-time job.

Yuriy: Yeah, at a coffee shop or bookstore, not as a mechanic with HR requirements!

Boris [snapping]: Not my fault they wanted my school credentials and now the school knows I have "no legal guardian on file." So suck it up, put on a fake moustache, and act 42.

Yuriy [finally getting up, sighing dramatically, walking to his closet and pulling out a suspiciously well-organized box labeled "Emergency Disguises"]: Fine… But I’m using the goatee this time. The mustache makes me look like a divorced magician.

Boris [tapping his foot]: Hurry up, old man. We ain’t got all day.

Yuriy [grabbing a turtleneck]: When is this disaster taking place again?

Boris [checking his non-existent watch]: In about… 44 minutes?

Yuriy: …Well fuck.

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[A loud knock on the door. Duke groaning from under a mountain of blankets] Tim: Duke. Open up. I’m coming in. Duke [shaking his head into his pillow]: No, you’re not. You don’t have a spleen! Tim [voice muffled through the door]: So? I’m still more than qualified to take care of you! Duke: You’ll get sick.... And die. Probably. Tim: Then you can take care of me. Duke:...... Duke:...... Tim: …Asshole. Duke: *snorts* Tim: Open the door! Duke: No! Tim: Open the door, or I’ll open it myself! Duke: *muffled* You wouldn’t dare. [A pause. Then, the sound of the door unlocking and swinging open.] Duke: TIM WHAT THE----ARE YOU WEARING A HAZMAT SUIT?! Tim: Well, yeah. I don’t love you that much.

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Damian: Drake, do not jump.

Tim: What?

Damian: You're clearly not well. Step back from the ledge and let us talk.

Tim: I have no fucking idea what you're talking about gremlin.

Damian: You were dosed with something and...it's making you see things so I ask you again, step away---

Tim: Damian, this isn't funny. *eyes blown wide* stop saying things that make no sense.

Damian *taking a step closer*: Timothy please. If you jump Richard might never recover.

Tim: I.... jump? Why would I jump?

Damian: For many reasons but mostly because it is easier than facing the fact that I'm dead.

Tim:.....

Tim: Stop it.

Damian: I'm sorry Timothy. I wish you well but do not follow me.

Dick: TIM!

Damian *a ghost of a smile*: Ah, there is our brother. Take care of him Timothy, and yourself.

Tim: Wait! Wait Damian! Please....

Damian: Goodbye Timothy.

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Duke:......

Tim:......

Duke: So, um... I guess *gestures at the million pictures of the batfamily doing mundane-regular-humanish-things, plastered all over Tim's basement wall with red strings going zigzag in between them* your.....dedication to surveillance has gotten worse while I was away?

Tim:......

Tim: I can explain.

Duke: I love you man but nothing you say except for 'I'm backsliding' is gonna make me keep my mouth shut.

Tim:......

Tim: Fine, I'm backsliding! Happy! *throws his hands up* but I swear I'm doing it for the greater good! You need me to stalk you, to protect you! I'm doing it for you!!!

Duke: JASON!!!

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Duke: I have a stalker

Tim: It's okay.

Duke: How is that okay?

Tim: Don't worry, I've been stalking them for months.

Duke:....

Duke: You've been stalking my stalker?

Tim: Yup, and to be honest, they're nothing special. You can do better.

Duke:...

Duke: Jason, he's doing it again!

Jason: Oh for the love of--- he just got out of rehab!

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Tim: Duke, you're an optimist. Try to see the bright side.

Duke: The bright side is on fire, Tim.

Tim: And it's warm! See, that wasn't so hard. Now you try.

Duke: .....

Duke: I suppose it's kind of pretty.

Tim: That’s the spirit!

Bruce [voice far away]: Are you two insane! The building is on fire! Get out!

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Yuriy: I refuse to believe there is no hope for us, we can be better.

Sergei: *trying to wash blood of his forearms*

Ivan: *patting down dirt to make it look more even and inconspicuous*

Boris: *throwing a shovel over his shoulder in satisfaction*

Yuriy:......

Yuriy [sighing]: There is always next year.

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Kai: I don’t need you looking out for me.

Boris[shrugging]: Good. Because I wasn’t planning on it.

Kai[raising an eyebrow]:Then why did you step in front of me to shoot that man before I could?

Boris[rolling his eyes]: Cuz you were too fucking slow.

Kai: I wasn’t.

Boris: Whatever helps you sleep at night princess.

Kai: …You really think I don’t notice when you do this?

Boris[turning away]: Shut up.

Kai[with a ghost of a smile]: Very well.

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Boris: If I push you off this building, do you think you’d land on your feet? Kai[raising a single eyebrow]: …Are you actually considering pushing me off a building? Boris: No, I’m just asking a hypothetical question. Kai: Hypothetically, I’d grab you and take you down with me. Boris[grinning]: That’s the spirit.

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Why Me?

Summery: Boris and Kai are stuck together in Hiwatari Enterprise trying to not get themselves killed by hired mercenaries. Boris so did not sign up for this.

Chapter: 2/2

Kai doesn’t answer right away.

And frankly Boris doesn’t expect him to, but damn it, he needs him to. Finally, the other teen’s lips part slightly just to press into a thin line, brow furrowing like he’s struggling to hold onto something just beyond his reach.

Boris resists the urge to shake him. Barely.

''Hiwatari,'' he grits out instead, voice sharp, urgent, because they really don’t have time for this. ''Come on, focus.''

Kai inhales sharply through his nose and lets it out slowly. Fingers twitching against Boris' sleeve; that he's still holding onto Boris thinks. 'He's still holding onto my sleeve,' and he tries not to focus on that, as Kai forces himself to sit up straighter, teeth clenched.

''We’re in the lower east quadrant,'' he says, voice raspy, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing spit and sweat and God knows what else. ''Maintenance tunnels run parallel under this level.''

Noding sharply, mind already spinning through possibilities, Boris furrows his brows. ''And the access point?''

Kai’s throat bobs as he swallows, the words slower this time, like it takes effort just to keep them coming. Fuck, fuck fuck. How is this happening to them? ''Should be… two halls down, west corridor. Ladder access.''

'I can work with that,' he thinks, dragging a hand through his sweat-slick hair, fingers threading into knots he doesn’t have the luxury of caring about right now. ''And where do those tunnels lead?''

''South exit.'' Kai sways slightly and Boris' grip on his arm tightens before the idiot can slump forward completely. ''Near the docks.''

He pulls himself away from Kai, putting a  bit of distant between them to think, but not too far. He needs to catch the idiot if he falls over after all. ''And you’re just telling me this now?”

Arm falling down at his side, palm up, almost as if his body didn't fully understand why Boris was no longer there; it makes Boris throat dry, Kai slants him a glare, but it lacks the usual heat, tired and worn down at the edges. ''Didn’t think it would be useful until now.''

Oh for the love of everything---- Boris resists the urge to curse him out, really truly, with all the power in the world resists. And maybe half the reason is because they don't have time for that nonsense right now and maybe the other half is because…….fine, whatever, at least they have an actual escape plan now. A way out.

If they can make it that far that is.

He shifts in place, his knee throbs in protest. He barely manages to swallow down a wince.

''Whatever Hiwatari,'' he mutters, clenching his jaw and pushing himself to his feet, ignoring the way the room lurches dangerously around him. He’s running on fumes and pure spite at this point, but it’ll have to be enough. ''Let's just get the fuck out of here.''

''For once,'' the other says, blinking slughly up at him. ''We agree.''

Asshole.

''Shut up, Hiwatari,'' he says, crouching back down to sling one of Kai’s arms over his shoulder. ''Up you go.''

Kai barely stifles a wince but doesn’t resist, though the second he’s vertical, his entire frame trembles against Boris’ side.

Boris swears under his breath. ''You’re fucking dead weight, you know that?''

Kai huffs a weak laugh. ''And yet… you’re still here.''

He flushes red at that, refusing to dignify it with a response because fuck him. Boris is only still here because Yuriy wouldn't ever let him hear the end of it if he abandoned the jerk and made a run for it on his own. Instead, he puts all his energy of violently wanting to dropkick Kai, into getting them to the damn door without either of them keeling over.

When they finally get there, and damn it all, why does everything take so much effort all of a sudden. He presses his ear to the metal again, listening for any movement beyond it. Footsteps, voices, anything that might signal an immediate threat.

Nothing.

For now.

He exhales, shoulders sagging ever so slightly in relief, and he shifts Kai’s weight against him, free hand reaching for the handle. ''Alright, we move fast and quiet. No bullshit.''

Kai makes a vague noise in response, but Boris isn't waiting for a confirmation and is already pushing the door open, leading them into the dimly lit corridor. Ignoring the churning feeling in his stomach that Kai really really does not look good. The man is practically deadweight at his side. Fuck, if he dies---- He violently shoves the thought off a cliff and keeps moving.

Each step is an exercise in patience and pain. Boris can feel the strain in every movement, the way his knee protests the added weight, but he ignores it. They just need to make it to the tunnels. As long as they make it there, their chances increase exponentially. Just make it to the tunnels. They could do that. They had to do that.

Like that they pass one intersection, then another. The halls stretch ahead, eerily silent, too much like a waiting trap for Boris’ liking. It makes his skin crawl to the point he wants to rip it off. They make it about three-quarters of the way there; so far so good, when Kai stiffens at his side.

Boris doesn’t ask. Doesn't have to ask, he knows the other too well. So he just ducks into the nearest doorway and presses them both flat against the wall, his pulse hammering in his ears. Face bent down, only hairbreadth from Kai's ear, listening to his wheezing exhales, the hammering off his heart against his ribs, they wait it out. For a long while they don't dare to move, still as a mouse. The weak grip Kai has on his elbow the only indication the other was still conscious which despite his best efforts, gave him a modicum of relief.

Seconds later, the sound of boots echoes through the corridor.

Boris holds his breath. Feels the minute tremble of Kai’s muscles against his own.

A pair of voices filter through the hallway, close, too fucking close.

''Boss says to sweep this level one more time. Make sure the Hiwatari boy hasn't come this way.''

Boris meets Kai’s gaze and sees the same thing reflected back at him.

Shit.

But also, hold on. Hiwatari boy? The fuck? Disrespectful much. Man he hates Vitaly and his dumb crew.

Kai's grip tightens on Boris’ sleeve then, his breathing shallow; breaking him out of his musing. Ah right. He shifts just enough to glance around the edge of the doorway, heart hammering as he counts the shadows moving down the hall.

Two men. Armed. Focused, but not expecting trouble.

That could work in their favour. Or get them killed.

Boris clenches his jaw, weighing their options. Running is out. Fighting? Even worse. His knee is shot, Kai’s barely standing, and there’s no telling how many more of these assholes are lurking nearby.

He turns back to Kai, keeping his voice low. ''How close are we to the access point?''

For a second there is no response. Kai staring blankly at a spot to his far left. 'He looks half dead,' his mind whispers to him and Boris none too gently tells it to shut up before tapping the other on the forehead, harshly. ''Oi,'' he hisses. ''Hiwatari, how close are we to the access point?''

Finally, finally the gaze shift to meet his own and Kai blinks back to reality. ''Next turn….. Ten, maybe fifteen meters?''

Okay, that is not good. It might as well be a mile with the way his knee is decidedly on a break for the foreseeable future. They need a new plan and fast. Maybe he could leave Kai here and run out to distract them? If push came to shove he could probably take the two of them before they did too much damage or called for help. Make a run for it after? But the question left then was, could Kai make it to the access point on his own without him? Glancing back at the lulling head dangerously close to hitting his chest, nope, that was not going to happen.

Back to square one then. Hide and pray for a miracle. Yay. Didn't help with each second he's wasted, the guards kept on drawing nearer.

Eventually they come to a stop, a stop just short of their hiding spot, boots scuffing against the concrete. One of them mutters something about checking the basement, Boris is just about to leap out and tackle them when---

A static crackle. A voice from one of their radios. ''We’ve got movement near the stairwell. West sector.''

Oh thank God. Boris doesn’t know who the hell just saved their asses, but he could kiss them right now.

The two mercs look to be exchanging a few words before one clicks his radio in response. ''Copy that. Moving in.''

And just like that, they’re gone, footsteps fading as they move down the hall. Boris lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, waiting a few more seconds before nudging Kai. ''Come on. Let's go.'' They stagger forward, moving as quickly as their battered bodies allow. Every step sends a jolt of pain up Boris’ leg, but he grits his teeth and keeps going, half-dragging Kai along with him.

How fucking far is this stupid, annoying, life-saving-----

An, there it is. The access point is exactly where Kai said it would be; a rusted metal grate in the floor, bolted down but old enough to pry open with some effort.

Boris crouches down, biting back a groan as he wedges his fingers under the edge, muscles straining. ''Any day now, Hiwatari, tell me this thing actually opens.''

Kai drops beside him, breath hitching as he fumbles for the edge, missing it completely before giving up and leaning against the wall instead. Likely smearing it with blood too, the asshole. ''It does,'' he grits out. ''Just… needs force.''

After some effort and Kai's incessant whining, he manage to wrench it free, the metal groaning in protest. Cool, stale air rushes up from below. Fucking finally.

"Follow me," he grunts, beads of sweat plastering his hair, nearly covering his line of sight. He couldn't be bothered pushing it back. Instead he swings his legs over the edge and climbs down the ladder halfway before pausing. "Come on," he urges, reaching up.

Kai doesn’t argue. Boris wonders if he's even there enough to argue. But keeps his mouth shut, watching as the other swings his legs over the edge, movements sluggish but resolute.

As he lowers himself, Boris steadies him, gripping his waist to make sure he doesn’t slip. Only when Kai has a firm hold on the rungs does Boris release him, keeping close as they descend.

'This is taking too long,' he thinks but doesn't rush. Rushing will just result in them both falling and if they did---

Boris drops to the ground, biting his tongue not to hiss as his knee jostles before reaching up, ignoring Kai's protest and hauling him down. The other is already leaning heavily against the damp stone wall, breath coming in short, uneven bursts, by the time he's gone up and sealed off the access point again. Boris slides down the wall and drops down next to him, wheezing, trying to blink away the dark spots dancing in his vision.

For a second, they just sit there, trying to put themselves back together.

Then Boris pushes himself up with a grimace. ''Alright, Hiwatari,'' he says. ''Let’s get the fuck out of here.''

Kai nods, a beat too slow, rolling his shoulders as if that alone will keep him upright. It won’t, but Boris doesn’t point that out. They don’t have time and his nerves are too shot at this point to be anything but high strung. He rather not make that obvious.

The tunnel stretches ahead, damp and narrow, the air thick with the scent of rust and stagnant water. Boris fights down a grimace, adjusting his grip on Kai’s arm. ''Which way?''

Kai lifts a shaking hand, pointing south. ''Follow… the main line. Should open up near the docks.''

Nodding once, he starts moving, dragging Kai along which was seriously becoming a habit he was growing to despise. The uneven ground makes his knee scream in protest, but he grits his teeth and forces himself forward. One step at a time. One breath at a time.

Somewhere above them, muffled voices echo. The mercs, still searching.

Fuck.

Boris picks up the pace, keeping his breathing even despite the fire spreading through his muscles. The tunnel is mostly straight, but every so often, pipes jut from the walls, forcing them to weave around obstacles. It slows them down. Every wasted second sets his nerves on edge.

Then, up ahead; a junction. Three paths.

Boris tightens his grip on Kai’s arm. ''Which one?''

Kai doesn’t answer right away. His head tilts slightly, like he’s listening, thinking, before finally rasping, ''Left.''

He immediately turns that way leading them down the left tunnel. It slopes downward, slick with condensation, and Boris barely manages to keep his footing. Kai stumbles once, twice, but Boris yanks him upright before he can go down completely.

''Stay with me, Hiwatari,'' he says, more to keep himself focused than anything, voice echoing against the walls.

''Trying,'' is the response he gets and fuck if a nonargumentative Kai seriously is starting to freak him out.

The tunnel stretches on, but then, finally, the outline of a heavy metal grate comes into view, a faint breeze whispering through the gaps.

An exit.

Relief surges through Boris like few things have ever done before, but it’s short-lived. The grate is rusted, bolted down just like the last one.

Fuck.

And behind them, the distant sound of movement.

Boris doesn’t hesitate. He leans Kai against the wall and crouches, 'Ignore the pain, ignore the nausea, ignore the vomit crawling up your throat. Ignore everything. Focus, focus Boris. You got this.' He wedges his fingers under the edge. He pulls. The metal groans, resisting, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let himself stop.

Kai drops beside him then, and since when had he moved? And why was he moving, he was hurt the fucking idiot. Hands bracing against the damp stone as he adds his weight. Their combined strength is just enough for the bolts snap, the grate jerking free with a final screech of protest.

Boris exhales hard, shoving it aside. Beyond the opening, a narrow spillway leads out into open air. The docks.

A way out.

Fucking finally. Finally. He might have actually cried if such nonsense hadn't been beaten out of him a long time ago.

Instead he turns to grin at Kai, pushing him forward, ''Out.''

Kai doesn’t argue. Just hauls himself through, landing unsteady but upright. Boris follows, gritting his teeth as he pulls himself out, lungs burning with exertion.

The night air hits him like a shock; cool and sharp, thick with salt from the harbour. In the distance, the glow of city lights flickers through the fog, barely visible past the looming warehouses.

And then; a voice. Familiar. Urgent.

''Boris! Kai!''

Boris’ head snaps up just as a figure breaks through the shadows. Yuriy, moving fast, flanked by two officers with weapons drawn. They're making their way down the farthest staircase west of them and---

Relief crashes over Boris so hard he almost sags in place. Almost.

They are safe. They made it. Kai wasn't going to die and he---

Kai’s fingers curl against the back of his neck then, not pulling, just pressing. It startles him. The touch. It's brief, barely there, but it lingers, thumb brushing the scruff of his hair, fingertips almost patting his nape. It brings back memories of the past, of silent gratitude in a way Kai will never voice. 'Oh,' he thinks, eyes suddenly irritatingly itchy. 'Oh.'

He doesn’t shrug him off. Just lets it happen, allows the moment to settle as they watch Yuriy's figure draw closer, before finally exhaling and muttering, ''I'll never be backup for you ever again.''

A sharp laughter that descends into a coughing fit follows and Boris hates how Yuriy arrives just as he's pleading with the asshole to breathe, rubbing his back like a fucking mother-hen.

Fuck, he's so not going to live this down. Especially since this time Kai fucking Hiwatari decides he's done coughing a lung rather quickly, not like before when he'd given him a scare of a lifetime. Wiping his mouth and giving Yuriy a ghost of a smile.

Fuck him.

''Took you long enough,'' he snaps at his friend, shoving Kai into the nearest officer with a scowl that could scare the dead. Ignoring the startled protest.

His friend grins, all sharp teeth and amused eyes. ''Looks like you were handling yourself just fine.''

''Fuck you.''

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Someone wrote this as a bookmark for one of my longest fics and im still dying over it:

oye autor qn te hizo tanto daño

The translation roughly being (Google translated so don't come for me): Hey, author who hurt you so much.

I love it so much.

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Lady [batting her eyelashes]: You ever flirt with a pretty lady before?

Goku:........

[30 minutes later]

Lady: *gasping for breath*

Goku: *holding her hand tight*

Goku: There she is! Chichi! *waving like a maniac*

ChiChi [eyes narrowing at the stranger]: What's going on?

Goku [smiling from ear to ear]: She asked me if I ever flirted with a pretty lady, so I brought her here to see my pretty lady!

ChiChi:.....

Lady:......

ChiChi *can't hide her flustered smile*: Oh Goku

Lady: Let me go!

Goku: Oh yeah, sorry!