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Angel or Demon, you are still my love Ch. 1 Part 1

(this is my half!tim thing)

Tim knew he was shit at taking care of himself. He did. 100%. No doubt about it. Part of that was neglectful parents, only getting a ‘normal’ parental figure by the time bad habits formed. Then he had left, living alone with other teenagers who also didn’t have the best habits for keeping their meat suits running. When he came back to Gotham, he hadn’t gotten any better. In fact, it got worse.

And it stayed that way for years. It was completely unhealthy. Not that anyone said anything. Sure there were looks, gentle removals of cups, and guiding to a bed. But never any words, not real words of concern. When he had been shocked by the realization that no one else was this deep into unhealthy habits, part of him told him that this was he got for meddling into Batman’s business, replacing the irreplaceable. That if he hadn’t gotten deep into proving he could help, that he wasn’t just a kid who knew too much, he would have a better life.

Right before he could completely break, he was saved by an angel. After being knocked unconscious by a random goon, Tim seemed to have unlocked a meta ability. As long as his body was knocked out for whatever reason, even sleep, he could float around as a sort of ghost. He couldn’t interact with anything. Except his angel. No, his angel was also a ghost of sorts, and they could touch and talk and exist together.

His angel came to him the second week after his ability developed, when he was unconscious, which wasn’t while he slept. No, he had been tired and got knocked out during a sparring match with the newest addition, Duke Thomas. Apparently their abilities didn’t match up well since he didn’t react to his presence. But his angel had.

His face was a soft pale white, blue ting around his lips. His eyes glowed green, but his actual irises were a deep teal. His white hair flowed as if underwater or in a constant breeze. He was dressed in a plain dark brown tunic, tied off with a simple leather belt. Black pants, boots and a long sleeved undershirt completed his ensemble.

His angel simply smiled when they locked eyes, whispering promises of a reunion, caressing his face. When he went back to his body, he had to rush away, to hide the tears that had suddenly threatened to pour out. That night, to everyone’s concern, he said he was staying in. He did his best to dismiss their concerns, their questions of if he was feeling ill, unwanted, or otherwise out of his mind. Maybe he was. His angel would be waiting for him if he slept and come hell or high water, he was going to meet his angel again.

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first post lmao

first post for this clean clean blog

gotta figure out what wip should i post first hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

probably halfa!tim so i finally finish it ;^;