Head cannon for the Batbros:
I firmly believe Jason refuses to refer to anyone he cares about with their names, and simply makes up obscene nicknames instead. Including but not limited to Tim, probably his favourite? (Y’know the “black sheep” duo), he’ll ask to hangout in the form of a threat, other times he just picks him up, throws him over his shoulder, and just leaves.
That’s just who he is it’s his love language.
And Tim is all too happy to indulge him.
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Jason: Hey, nerd-bird, I need your help with something.
Tim: What now, douche-bat. Are one of your “goons” misbehaving, again?
Jason: Yeah, I need that PowerPoint you showed em’ last time, whatever was on it made em’ as a obedient as trained dogs.
Tim: That’s the wonderful power of slideshows, but yeah, I’ll sent it to you.
Dick: ???
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Jason: Oi, smart-ass, I need your help on a case, some bastard had the bright idea to sell drugs to kids, and I wanna find out where he got em’.
Tim: Whatever, jackass, but you still owe me from last time, and I want your homemade tacos, as compensation.
Jason: Deal.
Bruce: ..?
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Jason: Birdbrain, get changed and grab your sh!t, I’m headn’ to the movies, you’re coming wether you like it, or not.
Tim: Fine, you better not choose another chick flick, like last time, Zombie-boy.
Jason: You know I only did that to piss you off.
Tim: Right, whatever you say.
Steph: ??!
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Everyone is doing their own thing in the cave:
Tim reading some files in the cave:
Jason walks up to Tim, plucks him from his chair, and just leaves:
Everyone who was watching Tim basically get kidnapped: …
Duke: ..Should we go get him?
Damian: Tt, I have no interest in per-suing them.
Cass: No, little brothers, bonding, leave them.
Everyone returns to their work, albeit some more reluctantly than others:
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disappearance of an asim || kalim al-asim
masterlist
characters: kalim (platonic)
genre: angst
contains: help there's more names oh god, kidnapping
summary: the asim siblings go down from 32 to 31 children in the span of a single night.
notes: lol posting this before I sleep and go to college again tomorrow anyway you get to meet more siblings :))
parts: [og post] | [previous] | [next]
faraj was used to waking up to a bundle of siblings gathering in his room. in fact, he would find it odd if none of them were there in his waking moments.
he never minded it. it was a welcome surprise that greeted him every morning. he played an internal guessing game of "which of my siblings are here" before he opened his eyes.
he usually won this game, too. he had a good balance of gut instinct and reading slight clues in the room that he knew right away which sibling had decided to wake him up that day.
light fluttering of book pages being turned? that's rawiya, most likely there to collect new ideas for stories she wanted to write.
heavy footsteps that sounded like constant marching? probably junayd who had just come home from training.
and, this morning, faraj heard soft pattering on the floor, one more sluggish than the other. he knew immediately that it was the pair of sleepy twins qamar and hala.
"faraj...!" qamar yawned. but, despite his sleepy tone, there was a hint of panic laced in it. faraj opened his eyes slowly, letting out a yawn himself, before sitting up in bed.
"good morning, you two," he hummed softly, trying his best to fix his bedhead.
"faraj...!" qamar whined, sleep still lacing his tone. he sniffled and scrambled onto faraj's bed, tugging on his pajama sleeve.
"what's wrong, qamar?" faraj yawned again, rubbing the boy's shoulder gently. as he stared down at his sniffling siblings, he felt something tighten in his chest.
"w-we went to find (n-name)," he cried, his words catching in his throat with every sob, "b-but we couldn't f-find them!"
"deep breaths, qamar," faraj cooed, rubbing his shoulder. he turned to look at hala, who had crawled up onto his bed and curled up into his other side. "did you check their room? maybe they went to bed early."
"we checked," hala huffed, burying her face in faraj's side. "they weren't there."
"huh..." faraj muttered. "well, breakfast is in an hour or so. I'm sure you'll see them then."
that was what he thought, of course. but, when he and the rest of his siblings gathered at the table, the guards standing outside of the hall, he noticed one chair was left empty.
in between lulu and qamar was (name)'s empty chair.
faraj had to pause for a moment. that was strange... without fail, (name) had always made it to breakfast. he scanned the table before his eyes landed on menna, who was the one to wake up any remaining siblings in their rooms.
"menna," he called out as everyone nestled into their seats. "did you see (name) in their room this morning?"
"i was just gonna bring that up," she responded. "I was gonna ask if the twins saw them last night."
"that's the thing," faraj muttered worriedly. "they didn't."
the table fell into silence for a single moment. it was unnerving. it was quite rare for the room to be completely silent. the only times it ever happened were if kalim, nawra, or rawda were absent from the table due to a threat.
"...what did you say?" menna asked, her voice straight and emotionless.
"they didn't see them," faraj repeated. "they woke me up this morning saying they couldn't find them..."
"are you trying to say (name)'s missing?!" kalim gasped, slamming his hands on the table. the other siblings jumped at the sudden rattle, prompting kalim to utter an apology under his breath before he continued to panic. "they couldn't, right?! they must have fallen asleep somewhere else, right?!"
"kalim, settle down," faraj responded in a stern tone. "panicking won't help us."
"we'll go look around for them," menna offers, standing up. she points to herself before listing off the other siblings. "raabi'a, mahdi, faraj. samad, come with me. kalim, safaa', tasnim, watch the others."
the siblings all fell into their duties relatively quickly, except kalim who was insisting on going out to find (name) as well.
but, the five ignored his pleas, hurrying out of the dining hall. outside, they were met with a handful of their servants, all of whom stared back at them with surprised expressions.
"is something wrong?" jamil, as expected, was the first to speak up. he stepped forward, a bit tense when he noticed kalim was still in the dining hall.
"we're just searching for one of our siblings," safaa' huffed. "no need to get involved."
"...yes, of course," jamil bowed his head and stepped back. faraj and mahdi could only offer apologetic looks as they hurried off into the hall.
the five split up, covering each part of their home. and, when they gathered again, they all came up empty handed.
kalim, upon the arrival of his five siblings and not six, was quick to rush out of the dining hall. he hurried down the hall, past jamil, past the guards, past the advisors that wandered the home, and straight to where his father was.
"dad! dad!" he called out as he burst through the door, ignoring the surprised looks of his parents. "(name)'s gone missing!"
his father paused for a moment. a single moment. his eyes were wide as kalim's words were processed in his mind.
"kalim's gone missing!"
"nawra's gone missing!"
"rawda's gone missing!"
his father was so used to hearing these sentences, but...
(name)...? why them? why, why, why?
he couldn't think. and as his wife placed her hand on his, squeezing it tight, the first words tumbled out of his mouth.
"find out where they've gone," he ordered to the guards, who all took the command and hurried off out of the room.
kalim and his father stared at each other for a moment longer. neither of them knew why this fate had fallen them again, especially with one of the siblings that were supposed to be at the least risk of being in trouble...
kalim nor his father wanted to think about it any longer. but they knew they had to.
the room is dark. quiet. eerie. you hated it. your mind was so fuzzy and faint that you could barely understand whether the room was truly empty or if it was just the unconsciousness enveloping your brain.
you tried to move. but you couldn't. you were latched onto something. it wasn't rope or cloth because it wasn't soft, no, it was cold. and stiff.
you tried again. you still couldn't move.
you heard something creak across from you. footfalls. heavy, heavy footfalls.
"well, well, well, look who's awake."
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