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airasilver · 11 months

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'Heart of Glass, Mind of Stone' by LylaRivers:

Here's the link to the first story and then go from there. You won't regret it.

I love this so i wrote a lot.

Under the read more because I know it's long.

It's so long and while I know most wouldn't have minded, hopefully, the replies following each other I didn't know how much AO3 would letr do. I think they are all in order but I had them in notes until I put them here so I'm not promising.

I love the way Tim just follows them and then decided to talk to Jason.

Tim doesn't even know how much he saved Jason and the family in general just by doing so. I'm so happy he met his brother and dad, even if he's scared, because yes, it got them looking for him and hopefully it'll bring him home faster.

^ Tim just wishes there wasn’t a massive secret hanging over their heads. He wants to tell the older boy that he knows about Robin- that Jason is a hero, that Tim has admired him from afar for years.

He can’t, though. He doesn’t want Batman to try to put a stop to his nightly outings for good. Moreover, he doesn’t know what exactly Batman will do to him for figuring out the secret. ^

Jason will be flustered and then happy to know he's one of your favorite heroes. Take you into the family. That's what Bruce will do.

^ Ooops. Tim did not mean to reveal that. “They’re on a business trip. They’ll be back in a few days.”

It’s one of the first true lies he’s told Jason. The lie sits heavy in his stomach, curdling the joy of being invited over to simply hang out.^

Tim, baby, you are going to need a lot of hugs and love. I'm prescribing your oldest brother's hugs. The others will help hug you but not as much as Dick. Love, you'll get from everyone. You're also going to find that it'll be coming back to bite you.

^ “I’ll let our housekeeper Ms. Mac know, since she watches me when my parents are out of town, but she should be fine with it,” Tim says. Another lie, this one tinged with truth, but still factually incorrect. Ms. Mac watches the house. He just happens to be in the house some of the time. ^

Yeah, you're good at this but I hope it'll clear up soon.

^ “Dick?” Tim asks. He’s pretty sure Jason is referring to Richard Grayson, the first Robin, but he probably shouldn’t know that.

“Yeah, my older brother. I cannot believe that any sane human would decide to use the nickname Dick for Richard. Like, seriously? There’s about a million jokes just built in, and you can’t counteract any of them, ‘cause you chose to call yourself after a literal penis. Rich and Rick were right there ,” Jason grouses.

“Richard seems kind of formal,” Tim says. “I know that I hate being called Timothy. It’s what my parents call me when I’m in trouble.”

“Oh, the power of the full name,” Jason agrees wisely. “I have never seen someone drop out of the air so quickly as when B pulls out the ‘Richard John Grayson Wayne’ when Dick is about to break something by flipping on top of it.”

“What’s it like to have a brother?” Tim asks.

“It’s mostly like being an only child, since Dick is older and we didn’t grow up together,” Jason explains. “B actually adopted me after Dick moved out. He comes by on weekends and we go out for ice cream or to the movies or whatever. He has an absolutely endless supply of terrible nicknames, which I suppose I should have expected, since he literally goes by Dick .” ^

I can't not think of him as anything but Dick. Rick, just makes me shudder and Rich would do the same. Just wait...you'll be getting full named soon if you haven't already, Jason.

^ Nightwing is the whole reason Tim was able to figure out the identity of all of the Bats. ^

I love how every story that brings Tim in differently has something like this in it.

^ “It’s one of my earliest memories. I have a picture somewhere, of us. Me, and my parents, and the Flying Graysons.”

Jason bites his lip. “Dick doesn’t have many pictures of his parents. I don’t think they really had time to take family photos in the circus. Certainly they didn’t have a place to keep many photos.”

“Do… do you think Dick would like to see it?”

“Probably. Like I said, I don’t think he was able to keep much from the circus."^

This makes me smile because Tim gives Dick back his parents in a way. With technology they should be able to do the picture of the three of the them...though I don't know how they take Tim out if Dick was holding him.

I love how Jason just casually mentions kidnapping his baby brother. Who’s freaking a bit because he did.

^ But Tim knows better than anyone how anything can be armor to shield a completely different personality with enough practice. His parents wear politeness and impeccable manners as a shield for the multitude of problems at home. Brucie Wayne is a shield for Batman- and possibly for the true Bruce Wayne, as well.

What is Dick’s sparkling exterior a shield for?

Tim is stabbed by a sudden shot of fear. “I don’t know where the picture is,” he whispers.

Jason turns around in the front seat. “Don’t worry about it, Tim.” He might as well have told Tim not to breathe. But he also doesn’t have time to give in to the worry, because Alfred pulls into the driveway at Wayne Manor. ^

His anger. When he lets it out. Don’t worry Tim, you’ll be able to give it to Dick, let him see it later on.

Tim, you'll be lucky to leave Dick's arms...I'm exaggerating but nope, you won't be able to sneak around.

^ Tim crawls out of the car seat, carrying both backpacks. “Hi,” he says. “I’m Tim Drake. It’s nice to meet you.” Again. ^

Okay but this is making me think of Tim in a literal car seat.

^ Dick gasps, and covers Tim’s ears dramatically. “Jay, how could you use such language?”

Tim ducks away. The skin on his ears feels warm and tingly where Dick’s hands were. “I’ve heard worse,” Tim says.^

Get used to it Tim, you’re the baby brother and you’ll be having this done a lot.

^ Tim doesn’t like missing information. Knowledge is power, and Tim needs more of it. ^

We sure Tim is Jack’s son? Because this is totally Bruce.

^ “I’m hurt! I’m wounded! My only brother, declaring me an asshole? What did I ever do to deserve this?” Dick asks, pressing a hand to his forehead.^

For now Dick, for now he’s tor only brother.

^ He can’t remember the last time he had a homemade cookie. If ever.^

You’ll soon have as many as you want Tim….hopefully soon.

^ “Yeah,” Tim lies. Being a bother is a much easier excuse than ‘I’m afraid you’re going to lock me up forever for knowing your secret’.

“Allow me to dispute this, Master Tim. You have been remarkably helpful with Master Jason’s infirmity, and with minimal prior friendship as reason for the help. You are one of the first friends that Master Jason has been motivated to bring home, infirmity or no. You are, in fact, the exact opposite of a bother.”^

Alfred would know. He knows everything.

^ “Bold of you to assume we’re capable of acting normally,” Dick says brightly. He launches himself into a front handspring, and leaps at Bruce. Bruce catches him, and backs away from the table.^

Bruce will always catch his kids if he's near them and they leap at him. Always.

^ “Could be worse,” Dick offers. Jason raises his eyebrows. “You could be dead,” Dick says.

No one laughs.^

Dick, baby boy....if only you knew. Thank the Lord that you don't in this 'verse.

^ Tim wants to soak this warmth up like a sponge. He wants to recall every single moment of this joy, and bottle it up like one of his mom’s expensive perfumes.

Is this what having a family feels like?^

It is baby boy. It is.

^ The conversation moves to other topics, and Tim can let his mind run wild. He has one shot to get this right. He needs to come clean, without making it weird.

It’s going to be weird. He has to have an escape plan, too. They won’t want him to stay over if he tells them the truth, will they?

Will they?^

They'll want you Tim. You'll see.

^ Dick meets his eyes. For a moment, Tim wants to berate himself for bringing up his own memory, but Dick’s eyes are shining with gratitude. “I don’t have many photos of us, all together. Thank you,” he whispers. “Can I give you a hug, Tim?”

Tim drops his backpack, and lets Dick wrap his arms around him. “I didn’t want to bring up bad memories. But you should have a copy of it,” Tim whispers.

Dick squeezes his arms tightly. “I’d much rather have it, and be reminded, than not have anything at all. Thank you.”^

This made me cry and smile at the same time.

^ “Oh no, Dick got you into his tentacle-like clutches,” Jason says as they enter the den. “Tim, I hope you know that I’m not saving you. Every person gets to fend for themselves against Dick’s death hugs of doom.”

“I don’t mind,” Tim says.

“Jason,” Dick warns.

“What?”

“Why don’t you tell Tim about your experience with touch starvation, since he seems to think it’s normal.” Dick says as he drags Tim to a seat on the couch, not once letting go of him.

“My parents touch me,” Tim says, not even sure why he’s trying to defend them. “I mean… not like that. You know what I mean. They’re just not big cuddlers, that’s all.”

“Tim, you looked like you were about ready to cry when I hugged you. That’s not normal,” Dick says quietly.^

Tim is gonna gets lots of touch from his brothers, dad, and grandfather. He needs it. It'll also make it a bit easier to understand why he could follow them alot.... hopefully. (I want a Nightwing hug now.)

^ Jason casts a critical eye over the fort. “I dunno if there’s enough room for three in here, and you’re always complaining about how your back hurts when you sleep on it wrong…” he says. He grins when Dick pushes his lower lip out further, and furrows his brow. “It’s fine with me if it’s fine with Tim,” Jason says.

Dick turns pleading eyes on Tim.

“I’d like it if you stay,” Tim admits, sitting at the entrance to the fort. “I don’t want to keep you from patrol too long, though,” he adds absently. Then he freezes, realizing what he said.^

I don't know why this has me laughing but it does. Probably because of how Tim just blurts it out.

^ Screw it. He was planning to tell the Bats he knew tonight anyways. “Patrol. Because you’re Nightwing,” Tim says confidently.

Dick raises his eyebrows. “What makes you think that?”

“Quadruple somersault,” Tim explains succinctly.^

Yep, Dick's fault. I love you Dick but this is totally your fault.

^ Bruce rubs his temples. “Dick, what did I tell you, over and over again, about style points?”

“I’m a reckless showoff who’s going to endanger all of our identities, and style points don’t actually count for anything anyways?” Dick asks.

Bruce splays both hands out in front of him, eyebrows raised. “And here we are,” he says. “I’m very impressed. Wraith . How long have you been sneaking out at night to follow us?”

Tim grimaces. “A while?”

“Define ‘a while’,” Bruce says, crossing his arms.

“More than one year,” Tim hedges.

“Give me a more exact number.”

“Like… four years?”

Tim can see the exact moment this settles with all three vigilantes, as they do the math. “You were running around the streets of Gotham at nine ?” Dick asks.^

Tell him Bruce! Why are you shocked Dick? You were his age when you started.

^ “So were you!” Tim retorts.

“Boys.” Bruce interrupts.^

Total exasperated dad here.

Love how Bruce started looking into Tim before this. They might have had an idea it was him but didn't know for sure.

^ “Jason, what was the ratio of actual business meetings to nonessential archeological digs?” Bruce asks, looking over at his younger son.

“Like six to one in favor of archeological digs, in terms of actual trips,” Jason says. “In terms of time spent, the ratio was way higher. I don’t remember the exact number there, but I ran the report.”

Tim pales. He’s pretty sure the bottom has completely disappeared from his stomach. That’s… a lot of time. His parents always made it seem like their traveling was for business, and the archeological digs were a brief vacation in between business meetings.^

Ouch. That has to hurt. It hurts me just reading this.

^ “Drake Industries is primarily an American company, with few international contracts or interests,” Bruce explains. “Those few overseas holdings are primarily in Europe. As far as I can tell from the travel receipts and dig permits, any travel in Asia, Africa, or South America was archaeologically based.”

That’s a lot . His parents have spent a lot of time in both the Middle East and South America- neither of which, apparently, have any Drake Industries assets at all. Tim can feel his eyes well up with tears. This is… he had no idea. Years and years of ‘we can’t possibly let the company down’, and ‘do you want to be the reason hundreds of people can’t feed their families, Timothy’, as excuses to leave with as little fanfare as possible- and that’s all they were. Excuses. Blatant, horrible lies with minimal grounding in reality. ^

Now I hope Bruce gets custody soon. Tim needs the family and probably therapy....if that'll work for him.

^ “I would like you to stay over, indefinitely, while your parents are out of town,” Bruce says.

“You can’t call CPS,” Tim says, shooting up with a sudden burst of energy, and breaking away from Dick’s loose hold. “You can’t . I won’t go into foster care. I’ll disappear. I’ll… prove to the world that you’re actually Batman.”

“I’d prefer to talk to your parents, first, before any more drastic measures,” Bruce says. “That being said, it’s not safe for you to be living alone, particularly when we are more than willing to take you in, right next door.”

“You barely know me,” Tim counters.

Bruce meets his gaze steadily. “I know enough,” he says calmly. “More than that, though, I will not willingly leave any child in a dangerous situation, particularly when there is a perfectly reasonable solution at hand.”

“That’s… that’s fine, then,” Tim says. Immediate danger dealt with, he lets himself collapse into Dick again. Tim pushes his head into the hollow underneath Dick’s shoulder, hiding his face so nobody can talk to him. He’s quite done with upsetting revelations for the night. ^

I know it's hard Tim but it'll get better in time. It'll take time but it will.

Thank God they were there for this panic attack but now I'm sad that Tim probably had others no one was there for and he didn't know what was going on. Sometimes you don't remember if you had any. Especially of they weren't as severe.

^ “Alright,” Bruce says. “You said that you don’t remember this ever happening before, right?”

“Nope. Zero out of five stars, though. Would not recommend or repeat the experience. I’m exhausted.”

“I’m not surprised. Panic attacks use up a lot of energy,” Bruce says.

“Can confirm,” Jason adds. He slides from where he was perching on the side of the couch to fully sit on the cushion. Tim never noticed him moving closer to them. “Panic attacks suck major ass. And yes, Alfie, this is a moment of distress, so I’m claiming exemption from the swear jar.”

“Entirely fair, Master Jason.”

“You…?” Tim starts to ask, but he can’t quite finish the sentence.

“Number one, living alone on the street tends to leave some scars. Also, I’ve had a few traumatic experiences since then and now.”^

As I wondered above, Tim might have had some but can't remember or maybe he just slept then. At least Jason is helping even if it's to finally help Tim's curiosity in figuring out what happened.

^ Hopefully, he’ll finally get his suspicions confirmed.

“Yeah,” Jason agrees. “But given that you've already had a panic attack this evening, how ‘bout we not talk about that tonight. ‘Cause it ain’t a pretty conversation.”

“ I’m going to hold you to that,” Tim says.

“If you stay here, you’ll have plenty of time to hold me to that,” Jason agrees.^

Good reason Jason and good way of getting Tim to stay even though he's already agreed. Can't hurt to makes sure he is staying for sure.

^ “I’d rather stay down here,” Tim says. “We already got all these blankets out and built the fort. Also, where did this blanket come from?” He gestures to the weighted blanket around his torso and legs.

“It’s one of the spare weighted blankets,” Dick explains. “The first time I used one, I fell asleep in like fifteen minutes, instead of lying awake for hours. After that, Bruce decided we needed about six more.”

“You can keep using that one if you like it,” Bruce says.

“It’s nice,” Tim says. “Never heard of it before. But I like it a lot.” ^

I've tried a weighted blanket before and it didn't work for me. I'm glad it did for Tim. I just pile on blankets and then kick them off. (Probably why the weighted blanket didn't work.)

^ Bruce stops to hug both Dick and Jason. To Tim’s surprise, he stops to study Tim for a moment, then slowly and carefully leans in to hug Tim, too, before leaving the den, closing the door gently behind him.

“Do you need to go be Nightwing?” asks Tim from his cocoon. He doesn’t want to give up the comforting warmth of Dick holding him, but he knows that Nightwing has more important things to do than coddle one overemotional teenager.

“Nah, I’m the responsible adult for the night. Alfred’s running comms in the cave for B, so someone’s gotta be up here to make sure you don’t burn the house down,” Dick says. “I should probably change out of my jeans, though.” ^

Tim, you are more important right now. Besides Dick loves to cuddle, especially if it's his family.

^“Look, rich people compare the size of their stock portfolios the way normal people compare the size of their dicks.”^

Thank you for this image. Never seeing stocks any other way now.

^ “From what B said, it could have been so much worse,” Dick says. “You managed to take on the Joker, alone.”

“If B had gotten there even five minutes later, I probably would have died,” Jason says.

“The Joker?” Tim asks. “You said something about your bio mom and a car accident- clearly it wasn’t a car. But was your mom involved?”

“Oh, yeah. She did actually kidnap me, and tried to hand me over to the Joker to pay off her drug debts, to make a very long story short,” Jason says, voice forcedly light. “It sucked. Zero out of five stars.”^

Damn. He really is lucky.

^ “You’re so mean to me, Little Wing. You’re killing me- your first, oldest brother. I’m dying, and it’s all your fault.”

Jason rolls his eyes as they walk into the kitchen. “Dick, I’m your only brother.”

“B has an adoption problem. I’m sure it won’t be long until I’m not your only brother.”

“Hm. Pretty sure two adopted children isn’t actually classified as a problem.”

“He impulse nabbed me after my parents fell to their deaths during a show with him in the audience. He impulse nabbed you after you stole the literal tires off of the literal Batmobile,” Dick lists off. “With a track record like that, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time until B sees another sad orphan or needy child that he’s just desperate to swoop in and save.”^

Your new brother is walking with you both right now. Giving Tim a hint, Dick? It seems like it.

^ The rest of breakfast passes in a blur. Tim has never had a breakfast quite like this one- fresh baked goods, company, light conversation, and delicious coffee that he didn’t make himself. It feels totally different, basking in the warmth of the kitchen against the chill outside. Bruce seems genuinely interested in what his children have to say, once he’s drunk enough coffee to wake up.

Tim could get used to this. ^

Get used to it Tim. Once Bruce has custody, you will enjoy this for the rest of your life.

^ This is it. This is the ‘it’s been lovely, but you’re far too much trouble, and we’re going to lock you up forever to keep you from telling anyone our secret identity’. Or maybe they have some gadget that can wipe his memory.

Tim forces himself to look at Bruce, despite the fear. Bruce rests both hands palm up on his lap. “I want you to feel safe here,” Bruce says. “That includes feeling like you can voice your opinions, and state your preferences. If you don’t enjoy a particular food, you don’t have to eat it. If you don’t like an activity, within reason, we will try to minimize the time you spend doing it. Obviously, homework and household chores need to be completed, but any optional activities are just that- optional. If you are interested in something, we will do our best to accommodate that interest. Do you understand me?”

It sounds too good to be true. Tim can barely believe what he’s hearing.

But, Bruce’s words logically line up with his actions over the past two weeks, the few times he has interacted with the man behind the mask. In private, Bruce has been nothing but a loving, attentive father, who just so happens to go out in a leather and kevlar suit to fight crime at night.

Tim wants to believe. ^

When Brucw says something he usually means it. He means this so believe Tim.

^ “I know, but it’s a big house,” Bruce says. “It’s okay to have boundaries- both on your time, your space, and your interactions. If you’re not ready to interact with them, they can wait to come back into the room, or you can go into a different room."^

Bruce is so patient with Tim. Dick and Jason really helped him out that way.

Tim is confused but he is going to learn and get help and love from his family.

^ On the one hand… doing something with Dick Grayson , the original Robin. On the other hand… he still doesn’t know the rules here. He can’t just change the schedule… can he?

“Come on,” Dick says. “B converted one of the smaller ballrooms into a gymnast's heaven, cause he’s an extra Dad like that.”

“It was better than cleaning up broken glass from the chandeliers that you shattered in the first few months of living with me,” Bruce mutters.

“What was that, Bruce?” Dick asks, smiling with all his teeth.

“I mean I love you so very much, my wonderful eldest child,” Bruce says louder. Then he turns and winks at Tim. “Alfred and I cleaned up a lot of glass that first year. And cuts from glass. The gym was absolutely worth all the effort and expense for decreasing my gray hairs.” ^

Go have fun with your brother Tim. You love him Bruce. Also, how many ballrooms do you have? It's got to get more than three if you converted one into a gym for Dick and now Jason and Tim to use. (That way they don't always need to go down to the cave to get a workout done.)

^ Every so often, as they work, Tim has to stop and mentally pinch himself. Dick Grayson, the last of the Flying Graysons, the first Robin, is teaching him how to tumble.

It’s a dream come true. It’s something he didn’t even know he could dream about, even. What are the odds that Dick Grayson would just teach some random kid gymnastics.

“Actually, the odds are pretty good,” Dick says with a laugh when Tim makes the mistake of saying it out loud. “I actually teach acrobatics at a gym in Bludhaven, so I do work with a lot of kids. If you’re in a position to know about Robin and Nightwing, the odds aren't actually that bad.”

“It’s just a little surreal,” Tim says.

Dick ruffles his hair. “Welcome to the Batclan, kid.”^

I love this part. Dick is so patient and just treating Tom not as one of his kids at work but family. The end of the chapter helps prove that. The boys are going to have a great relationship.

^ Tim darts across the hall to his parents’ room. This room too is lifeless- cold, sterile, impersonal sheets. No decorations or photographs along the walls. The only indication that someone lives here is the ornamented wedding ketubah between Janet and Jack Drake hanging over the bed. ^

I wonder....is Tim being Jewish canon or is it fanon? Because Bruce also seems to be Jewish in alot of stories. Dick, I think is nonreligious and Jason is Catholic. At least in a lot of fanfics I read, Jason is the only one in canon that I know of that was given an actual religion and that was an AU. (Okay, I just finished 'Robins Being Robin' and Bruce, according to Dick isn't religious. So I'm guessing it's headcanon/fanon for at least Bruce being Jewish.)

^ “It was that or be caught,” Tim says shortly. “I had some close calls that first year.”

“How close?” Bruce asks.

“I wasn’t always as good at hiding as I am now. There were a few close calls, I think ‘cause of light reflecting off my camera lens or something. But I’ve always been pretty quick on my feet, so when I saw someone coming my way, I scampered, and no one ever caught me. No one expects to see a kid out that late.”

Bruce slowly exhales. “Tim, the reason no one expects to see a kid out that late is because it’s dangerous.”

“Jason and Dick both did it,” Tim defends himself.

“That’s true,” Bruce acknowledges. “But, Jason and Dick also both had immediate adult supervision, both while out in Gotham and afterwards, in case they were injured. I didn’t let Dick patrol alone until he was sixteen. Jason has never been on patrol alone. I’m very impressed with what you’ve accomplished, but I also want to impress on you just how dangerous it was. You had no direct supervision, and no one at home if anything went wrong. It sounds like you were extremely lucky that first year.”^

Bruce is already becoming Tim's parent. Tim is defensive though because he is used to his life and not really getting I trouble...at least for leaving the house.

^ “Except for attention, support, and adult supervision,” Bruce says immediately. “Tim, children cannot and should not be left on their own. From a purely scientific standpoint, your brain isn’t developed enough to take care of all of your needs. Recent scientific research actually suggests that the brain isn’t fully developed until age twenty five, particularly the areas surrounding executive function and impulse management. From a more emotional standpoint, children need constant love and affection to grow into healthy adults.”

“I’m not a child,” Tim protests. “I’m a legal Jewish adult.”

“Which only became true this year, and has no bearing on your status under common law. And besides, teenagers also need consistency and comfort,” Bruce says immediately. “If you were left alone for only a few hours at a time, with regular adult supervision, we would be having a different conversation. But being left alone with minimal supervision is a serious detriment to your health and well being- not to mention exceedingly dangerous.

“From a purely practical standpoint, you are simply not old enough to take care of many of your needs. As Dick pointed out last night, you can’t drive. While you’ve clearly done an excellent job adapting with the city bus and your bike, it’s still dangerous, here, more than anywhere else. This is Gotham . Surely I don’t need to tell you about the dangers of our various villains and the prevalence of organized crime in this city.”^

Okay, I will be shocked if Tim isn't Bruce's kid by blood. (I know, I know) He's to much like his dad and they haven't even really been a family yet.

^ “My life just got turned upside down, and it’s only gonna get worse when you call CPS on my parents and I get dumped into the foster care system,” Tim says, just as bluntly. “No one wants me. Ms. Mac seemed thrilled to not have to take care of me. Clearly my parents don’t want me that much, either. Bruce is only doing this cause he feels bad.”

“Maybe Ms. Mac is thrilled, as you say, because she was worried about you being alone,” Jason says. “I know I can’t really speak to the actions of your parents, besides being horrified at you being alone. However, I can safely say that Bruce doesn’t ‘just do’ anything. Some people dress up in a leather fur suit and fight crime to cope, and some people impulsively adopt sad children to cope. Bruce just so happens to do both, because he’s richer than G-d and can afford a crazy hobby and to support a bunch of traumatized children who also are filled with rage and want to fight crime.”^

Jason is such a good brother.

^ “Eh, we figured out pretty quickly you weren’t a threat,” Jason says. He leans over to ruffle Tim’s hair, and Tim lets himself relax. “How did you know to seek me out, anyways?”

“This is gonna sound stupid,” Tim mutters.

“Can I come sit next to you?” Jason asks. Tim nods wordlessly.

Jason shoves himself to his feet gracelessly, and sits next to Tim on the bed. “Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t complaining,” Jason says quietly. “If B hadn’t been there, totally in the loop like he was, I woulda died. Full stop. If he had been even a few minutes later than he was to rescue me, or if he hadn’t even known I was gone, the Joker would have blown me to smithereens. Your warning saved my life. If you saw something on the street, or knew something was going to happen…”

“It was nothing so certain,” Tim scoffs. “It was just a feeling I had. I started Bat Watching at the end of Dick’s time as Robin, and there was this… distance between the two of them. In those days, I wasn’t good enough to get real close to Batman and Robin, but I overheard plenty of arguments.

“You had that same distance that developed really quickly, between you and Batman. But you’re a lot younger than Dick was, so it’s not like you could really strike out as your own hero as you are. I just…” Tim trails off. He still can’t quite put his finger on why he was so compelled to intervene.

Jason lets Tim pause and gather his thoughts.

"Okay, there was one other thing, but it's going to sound really stupid.".

“I dress up in traffic light colors and fight crime every night. Try me.”

“I had a dream something was going to happen,” Tim says quietly. He feels stupid even uttering the words out loud.

“Weirder shit has happened,” Jason says. “Have you had any other dreams that have come true? Or have you had any dreams you’ve acted on and changed an outcome?”

“Dunno.”

“Might be a latent meta gene,” Jason muses. “Or who knows- the multiverse is a strange place, and sometimes events from one timeline bleed over into another. It doesn’t really matter, one way or another. I’m just glad this timeline didn’t get fucked to hell and back, for whatever reason.”^

I just adore this part for some reason. Probably because I know canon and the way you wrote this part is so good.

^Did you, really?” Jason counters. “Tim, I know you’re not thrilled about having your life turned upside down, but the way you were living wasn’t healthy- and I say that on good authority, given that I lived on the streets for a few years. Dickie will expound on this until your ears fall off, but humans are pack animals. We’re not meant to be alone, especially as kids. People need other people.”

“My parents say that needing people makes you weak, and people will always disappoint you.” Their statement has certainly been true enough in regards to his parents. Tim honestly can’t say he’s had enough experience with other people to make a judgment call of his own, though.

His stomach lurches uncomfortably. His parents could have told him anything, and he would have believed it. Was this just one more way they lied to him, so he’d let them leave easier?

“I’m just gonna come out and say it, Timbit, your parents sound like shit,” Jason says bluntly. He wraps his good arm around Tim tightly, pulling Tim almost entirely on to his chest.

“I have a home to live in, and food to eat, and…” Tim starts to say, not totally sure why he’s defending his parents. It’s not like they ever defended him.

“And no one there to help you,” Jason cuts in smoothly. “Yeah, I’ll agree your circumstances ain’t exactly dire, compared to living on the street. But also, abuse comes in a lot of forms- not just physical. There’s emotional abuse, as well as neglect. Just because they never hit you or starved you or whatever doesn’t actually make them good parents, Tim.”^

I think Jason will get through to his little brother a lot better than Bruce. He's closer in age and had delt with a lot of things like Tim has.

^ Jason ruffles his hair. “I know, baby bird. But we want to convince you that what’s happening to you is wrong. Bruce wants to help fix it, but we can’t do much if you don’t let us.”

“Baby bird?”

“Do ya like it? Dick is fond of bird themed nicknames, for somewhat obvious reasons, knowing our little secret. If I’m Little Wing, and he’s Big Bird, that makes you Baby Bird.”

“It’s a lot better than anything else you’ve come up with,” Tim says, managing to sound grumpy despite the warm glow the nickname brings. The nickname, more than anything else that has happened in the last twenty four hours, convinces him that whatever is going on here is genuine.

“I mean, I’m not likely to abandon all the Tim themed nicknames in a hurry,” Jason warns. “It makes you puff up like a lil Robin yourself, and you get all indignant about it, which is totally satisfying, and I fully understand why Dickie likes doing it to me.” ^

I love how the baby bird nickname is brought in here.

^ “Bruce has a terrible adoption problem. I’m sure you’ll get to experience the joy for yourself.”

“You and Dick keep talking about Bruce’s adoption problem. What does that have to do with me?” Tim asks.

“Is it not obvious?”

“No.”

Jason pulls his head back, so that he can look at Tim fully. “Tim, I’m pretty sure the next victim of Bruce’s adoption problem is going to be you.” ^

Truth. Tim won't believe it but it's true.

The way Jason explains mental illness and the way Tim listens and breaks and then just packages it away....hurts. Baby boy needs help and he'll get it. It'll be slow but he'll get the help he needs. Slow, because Tim needs to learn how his parents are abusing him.

^ It takes barely one week to settle into a rhythm. It almost seems as if he’s lived here his whole life. ^

This sums up exactly what I'm thinking as I read this story. Tim, has become such a part of the family, it seems as if he was always there.

^ Tim presses his fingers against the glass surrounding what looks like the very first Robin suit. “This looks thinner than your suit.”

“I’m trying not to think about how you’ve gotten close enough to me as Robin multiple times to know that,” Jason says dryly. “But yeah, back in the early days, Dick mostly wore spandex. Or something similar, I think. After a few close calls, B finally convinced him to add some armor. It helped that Wayne Enterprises was testing out a super light armor weave at the time. Dick doesn’t like to be weighed down.”

Jason leads them through a wall of suits. “Here, of course, is my favorite suit- the Discowing. I have no idea why Dick thought fighting crime with his chest on full display was a good idea, but damn is it fun to tease him about it.”

“There’s not very many Nightwing suits here,” Tim observes.

“Yeah, Dick keeps his suits in Bludhaven for the most part. He only deigns to let Bruce display the really old outdated suits. Hence, Discowing.”

“He pulled it off.”

Jason gives him a sharp look. “He absolutely did not and never, ever, say that to his face. Come on. Let me show you the trophy room.”^

I love Dick but come on Tim. Dick doesn't have the best sense in fashion or keeping himself safe with his suits. At least he has family to help give him some armor....even if it's not as much as they want him to have. (Maybe he has more now in canon.)

^ “The penny and the T-Rex were before my time, so no idea how B got them into the cave,” Jason says. “I can tell you the story behind some of the other trophies, though. Dick tells the penny story best.”^

I actually want to know how Bruce built all of the cave without it being big news. Especially when he started bringing in some trophies, like the Penny and the T-Rex. Do any of the comics say, tell how he does it?

^ “Can we look at something else?” Tim asks quietly. The love that the Batfamily has for each other permeates the walls. Tim can’t even imagine his parents doing the same for him.^

Just wait Tim. You'll soon have your own place on the walls and will realize how much they love you.

^ “‘Kay, so you know how Dick was ten when he started out? Yeah, he thought it was hilarious, and B’s too much of a softie to try to change any of the names now.”

Tim giggles. He’s unlocking so much new Batman lore- he’s pretty sure he’s died and gone to Bat Heaven. “That’s amazing .” He walks back towards where Jason is sitting. ^

Considering the comics I just read had everything the same, just whatever their viligante name was, it seems as if it will follow every Bat.

^ Tim loses himself in looking at crimes across the city with Jason. He offers Robin several insights that the older boy praises as helpful. With every compliment, Tim glows with internal warmth. He’s helping to make a difference. His insights are valuable . It’s been a rare feeling in his life, and Tim chases it with the same intensity he might seek water in the desert.

He had no idea how starving he'd been, until he’d been fed. ^

I love this so much. Jason's just giving Tim compliments, like he should have had, and Tim is slowly realizing that he's never really been given any so when he gets some? He's hoaedinf them close.

^ Tim nods seriously. He may never have seen Alfred upset, but he can easily picture the kind of chaos the older man could wreak if he were so inclined.^

Alfred runs the family. Bruce might be the head of it but Alfred runs it. There's a reason why people are afraid of him.

^ “Well, as civilians Dick and Barbara Gordon were always hanging out and flirting, and Robin and Batgirl had the exact same flirtatious vibes, sooo…”

Dick slams his head on the table theatrically. “Am I your explanation for everything?”

“If Timmy could figure out this much about you just by watching, imagine what he’ll be able to solve as Robin,” Jason says.

Tim turns to stare at Jason. “What?”

“Oh, sorry, was that not the foregone conclusion when I graduate, eventually?”

“But… you’re Robin.”

“So was I, incidentally,” Dick says. “It’s not a gig that lasts forever.” He glares at Bruce. “Not that that was my intention at the start, though.”^

Yes, Dick. You are the answer to Tim figuring everything out. You always will be.

^ “Robin was my mom’s nickname for me,” Dick explains. “I chose the name to honor her when I was hunting down their killer. Robin became so attached to Batman, though, that when I was trying to step out of B’s shadow I changed my name. Someone decided it would be a good legacy superhero identity.” He ends this speech with a pointed glare at Bruce.^

Bruce is trying. He at least apologized and I can tell it helped because Dick and Bruce seem much closer.

^ He wants to join in the bantering and laughter, but he can’t quite figure out how. It’s so different from the silence he’s used to.

But maybe- just maybe- he can get used to it.^

You will soon Tim. You'll get used to it and then join in.

^ Tim stares at the email in dismay. “Bruce. Bruce, what do I do?” he whispers, holding the phone out to him.^

This opening sucks but it also shows how much Tim trusts Bruce to come right to him about his parents returning.

^ “Two things,” Bruce says. “Tim, I need you to look at me for this, please.”

Reluctantly, Tim pulls away from Bruce. “I’m listening.”

“Number one, we’re going to get you a wire and camera,” Bruce says. His eyes are steely and cold- Batman focused, even in civilian clothes. “The Commissioner has some gear for me to give to you, that should be easily concealed. We need to be able to prove neglect- try to get them to talk about how long they’ve been on their trip, about who’s watching you at home, things like that. Audio recordings will help us present an airtight CPS case that all the money in the world won’t let your parents wriggle out of.

“Number two, I’m giving you a Bat panic button, just in case. If something happens that endangers your physical safety, I want you to press that button, do you understand? If you are in physical danger, for whatever reason, we will come and get you, consequences be damned.”

Bruce doesn’t blink. “Tim. Do you understand me? We will get you out. I know that this is uncomfortable, but if we want to keep you- and we do, make no mistake- we have to play by the rules.”^

I'm hating why Bruce has these rules but I'm so glad he does. I'm also glad it seems as if Gordon is involved. It'll help if the Drakes find the wire and the camera...which is why Bruce had Jim get involved. That and they want to get Tim home to them for good. To do that, it has to be legal.

^ Still, it doesn’t stop the pit from forming in his stomach. He hadn’t been aware how much he thrived on being around people until it was taken away. He misses seeing Dick hanging from the chandeliers, Bruce’s inability to function until he has at least one mug of coffee in his system, Jason’s constant companionship, and Alfred’s silent but reassuring presence and sharp wit. He misses the constant bantering tossed from room to room- Jason’s sharp street drawl mixed with Dick’s excited tone.

Drake Manor is as silent as ever. Now that he knows what he’s missing, the silence is oppressive. Tim has the desperate urge to sing, or talk, or scream, or something , just to make the halls echo.^

You never has things like that before Tim. Once you had it, you want it all the time.

^ He misses the Waynes. He misses dinner with life and laughter- Dick perching on chairs, Jason arguing with anyone who will participate. He misses the warmth of eating with three or four other people who actually want to be around him.

He misses Alfred’s cooking. Ms. Mac is a good chef, but he had no idea just how much of a difference it made to have the food cooked fresh, not out of a microwave or reheated. ^

You miss your family. That's what you miss. Family that cares. Ms. Mac cares but you know for sure that the Wayne's do.

^ His father is angry . Tim wants to cower in his room and hide for the rest of eternity. “Do you want me to sit with you while you eat?” Tim asks. He’d rather be anywhere else.^

I thought Janet was bad with her distain for Jason...Jack's worse. He's going to hurt Tim isn't he? Not just verbally but physically also.

^ “Remember whose company this is, and remember where your power comes from,” Janet retorts. Her eyes are cold as ice, and her voice could cut diamond. Tim hides a shiver. These moods are rare, but dangerous. “Timothy. I expect you to act as perfectly befits the Drake heir. You will stay away from the gutter filth. Do you understand?”

Tim breathes out slowly. “It’s pretty pathetic that he needs so much help in school,” he says, matching his mother’s coldness with his own frozen tone. “I would certainly never seek him out.”^

I always thought Jack married in and just kept the name. This seems to help my headcanon on that fact.

Tim is more Janet than Jack in a lot of things. Like his tones in canon and fanon.

^ Tim stares at his reflection in the mirror. “It’s only a few hours,” he says aloud. “What’s the worst that can happen when we’re all offline?”^

A whole lot. Especially since you'll be getting hurt probably. Hopefully it'll help you get home faster...even if I dont like it.

^ Jason’s eye twitches, but he doesn’t argue. “Twenty four hours,” he says, instead. An apparent non-sequitur- but a subtle reminder that the end is in sight.

“Twenty four hours,” Tim agrees quietly. He takes his cup of punch and moves away from the table. Jason gives him a small smile, but blessedly doesn’t follow him. ^

Less than that because your parents mess up. Of course Tim follows their rules and he'll still mess up according to them. Why they ever had him and kept him I'll never understand. (I'm glad but I won't ever understand.)

^ “He approached me. As a fellow classmate and gala attendee, it would have been impolite to not acknowledge him,” Tim says calmly. “Additionally, he believes we are friends, or at least study group partners. It does not benefit Drake Industries for me to act otherwise, as Jason Todd-Wayne stands to be a major shareholder in Wayne Enterprises one day.”

“You smart mouthed little bastard,” his father snarls. He unbuckles his belt. “Where is your respect for your mother? Jacket off.”

Tim takes a very deep breath, and holds himself with steel in his spine. “I followed my mother’s directions, in keeping my friends close but my enemies closer.” Sorry Jason , he thinks.

“Jacket. Off,” Jack snaps. “If you can’t get respect through your thick skull with words, I’ll just have to beat it into you.”

Tim holds his breath, and looks at his mother. Janet Drake has already closed off, emotions hidden behind a carefully constructed society mask.

“Well?” Jack demands. “You have thirty seconds before I take the jacket off for you. Now.”

Resigned, Tim takes his suit jacket off. All he can hope is that this will be brief. Before his father can ask, he takes off his shirt as well, making sure the button cam is facing towards the scene.

That’s all the comfort he’s going to get.^

For now baby boy, for now. This will help your case and the Drakes can't say it was forced on you or anything else because Jim Gordon helped make this happen to get you away from the Drakes.

^ “Get up,” Jack orders. Wraith slowly pushes off of his arms, and turns to face him. Facing his father makes reality sink in, and Tim rises to the surface, shaking and shivering.

“Pathetic,” Jack sneers. “You can’t even take your punishment like a man.”

Tim sniffles, and moves to put his shirt back on. His father sneers at him. His mother watches over the scene, serene as she was at the gala. “I wasn’t aware men still got whipped with belts,” he mutters, against his better judgment. His back hurts , the pain overruling his normally iron control.

“Say that again,” his mother orders.

Tim puts his suit jacket back on carefully, and turns to face his parents. He holds himself straight and tall, just as they’ve always ordered. “I said I wasn’t aware men still got whipped with belts,” he repeats.

“He’s inherited your hot head,” Janet says to Jack. She grabs Tim by the collar of his suit jacket, and drags him to the front door. “You can come back in when you’ve cooled down,” she says, opening the door to the outside. She pushes him outside.^

He's a fucking kid who just got hit ten times and told the truth, what he thinks is the truth, and you say he's hotheaded? Tim's exactly like you Janet! Exactly!

Bitch. I hope this brings you both down and the company goes to Tim, all of it. You locked your kid out in winter just because he talked back. You deserve everything coming for you. Everything.

I'm so proud of you Tim. You asked for help. Yes, you waited a bit but you still asked for help. That took courage.

^ The warm glow that was steadily building from the warmth, hot cocoa, and companionship is abruptly doused. “Oh,” Tim whispers. Right. His parents locked him outside of the house in the middle of February. And beat him repeatedly with a belt.^

It hurts to think about but it will help the case against the Drakes. You'll soon be home with your family for good. Not making the 48 hours isn't your fault, Tim. You did your best. It's your parents fault.

^ “Bruce?” Tim mumbles.

“I’m here, sweetheart. Can you tell me what happened?” Bruce asks.

“They locked me out,” Tim whispers. “They never really wanted me, did they?”

“I don’t know the answer to that,” Bruce says. “But that doesn’t matter to me. We want you, even if your parents can’t see what they’re missing.”

Tim flinches. Shouldn’t his parents want him?

“‘S like I told you before, Tim. Some people ain’t fit to be parents, but they procreate anyways,” Jason says. “On the flip side of that, some people would be great parents and they never have kids of their own.” ^

Bruce is a great example of this. The way he cares for his kids, for Tim who he barely knows, shows this.

^ Tim shrugs. He’s getting tired of all of these endless questions making him make decisions, when the decision is patently obvious. “Sure,” he says.

“Thank you,” Dr. Thompkins says. Tim watches dully as she pulls out her phone.

“Are you doing alright, Tim?” Bruce asks.

“Fine,” Tim mutters. Soonest done, soonest over with.

“I know it feels frustrating that we keep asking for your permission, but we have to verbally make sure that you consent to everything that Dr. Thompkins does,” Bruce explains. “It may feel very redundant, but it’s important that we document your consent throughout the process.”

“Okay,” Tim says.^

I don't think Tim really understands. He's trying to though. He's just so tired and just wants to be done and sleep.

^ “It’s hardly nothing,” Dr. Thompkins says. “The documentation we did today was important, and the damage could have been severe. Fortunately, most of the bruising seems to be higher up, away from your kidneys. Bruce and Alfred will have to monitor you for signs of kidney damage for the next few days, just to be safe. You can put your shirt back on, though. The cuts are all fully wrapped, Tim.”^

You might think it's nothing Tim but it's something. It is proving that the Drakes are abusing you and it's showing that you trust Bruce enough to go to him for help. You are helping your own case. Plus, as they said, it's better to be safe.

^ “Do you want me to get Dick to come pick you up?” Bruce asks.

“I can walk,” Tim protests. He doesn’t really want to, though.

“You look exhausted, though. Would you like to be carried?” Bruce asks.

Tim shrugs. “I don’t know.”

Bruce pulls his phone out again, and starts typing. “Dick and Jason are on their way,” he says. Tim shrugs again, and buries his head against Bruce’s chest.

“I hear you have a baby bird for me!” Dick says brightly.

“Good to be passed off?” Bruce asks.

“Kay,” Tim mumbles.

Warm, strong arms take hold of him around his legs and shoulders. “Come on, Timmers, let's get you into a bed,” Dick says.^

Let your family care for you Tim. I'm proud of you. You are making decisions and/or telling them if you can't think. You aren't hiding which is good.

^ Jason keeps up the soothing movements against Tim’s scalp. “How are you doing, baby bird?”

“I just want it to wake up from this nightmare.”

Warm hands cup his cheeks. Tim opens his eyes, and comes face to face with Jason. “It takes a long time. I still have times when I have to reprocess something that happened to me. But we’re all here for you, okay?”

“Kay,” Tim mutters, closing his eyes again.

“Go to sleep, Tim,” Jason says. “Everyone will still be here when you wake up.”

Tim wraps both arms around Jason, and falls asleep.^

You will Tim, you will. You'll wake up with your family and never leave them again.

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thefanpov · 1 year

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Batfam littery will never for get this moment, (I littery don't know what to say if this should be hilarious or terrified

"=Speaking

*=Thoughts

()= Age, Role, Cause,

Damian being beaten up by some random school bullies (ofcourse he let them do it since he's covering his identities): "..."

Random School Bully#1: "Aw, look at his face! Haha, messed up asshoke pretending to be though..."

Luna watching behind the hall: "This mother fuckers..."

Random School Bully#2: "Who's there?!"

Luna quickly hide as she almost got caught: "Please... don't let them caught me... please..." Praying inside the locker... luckily the bell rang...

Random Bully#3: "Seriously... ugh.. I hate school..."

Random Bully#4: "Let's get out of here before the teahcer scold us again!"

Luna heared the footsteps walk pass the locker... Luna opened the locker who's worried to his brother, approaching Damian: "Are you alright, Brother?"

Damian wjo looks so beaten up: "Do you think I'am alright?!"

Luna: "No- I mean I... I wanna help-"

Damian: "Well if you wanna help then get out of the way! Instead watching the whole thing!!!" Bumbing Luna over as she fall to the floor and walk away

MEANWHILE IN THE MANOR

Clark: "..."

Bruce: "You good?"

Clark: "Damian and Jon came home..."

Bruce: "And?"

Clark worried: "Luna wasn't with them and know it late..."

Bruce: "Did you ask the boys?"

Clark: "I did but Jon said she was with Damian and Damian said that Luna told him she would follow behind..."

Bruce: "You go patrol with the other finding Luna as I ask some few question to Damian..."

Clark getting his suit: "Okay..."

Bruce going to Damian's room and enter: "Damian..."

Damian: "Yes father?"

Bruce: "Where's Luna?"

Damian: "Isn't she's suppose to be here know?"

Bruce: "She's not here..."

Damian getting up to the bed: "She said she would follow behind..."

Bruce: "Did something happen in the school?"

Damian: "No..."

Bruce: "What about that bruise in your eye and jaw..."

Damian: "Well it's because this kids call them self bullies and you know... just to protect our identities... I let them... do this..."

Bruce: "Was Luna there?"

Damian: "Yeah... I see her watch the whole thing... she didn't help... I... shouted at her..."

Bruce: "Damian you shouldn't shouted at her... that's why she decide to watch you cause she might get in trouble as well..."

Damian: "I know, I mean... she never get a single trouble...."

Bruce: "Were going out to patrol to find her..."

Damian rushing to the Batcave: "Yes father..."

MEANWHILE

All the batfam patroling as the superfam patrols...

Conner(Superboy): "So... your telling me she runaway?"

Jon(Superboy): "No- that's not what I mean..."

Damian(Robin) Behind Jon's back: "Can we just focus finding her?!"

Alfred Comms: "Everyone, Master Luna has arrieved home..."

Damian(Robin) Comms: "Is she okay?!"

Alfred Comms: "I'am afraid not... she's filled with blood and bruises from her face and fresh wounds... she's carrying a pipe and a gun when she came home, master Damian..."

Barbara(Batgirl) Comms: "My dad has a new murder case... group of gangsters are nearly beat up... and the leadwr of this gangster's is one of Damian's classmates..."

Bruce(Batman) Comms: "Did they check the camera's?"

Barbara(Batgirl) Comms: "No... they say it was shotted and delete the files... this murderer is clever..."

Alfred: "..."

Conner(Superboy): "..."

Bruce(Batman): "..."

Damian(Robin): "..."

Tim(Red Robin): "..."

Dick(Nightwing): "Don't tell me everyone has the same thing in minds?!"

Jon(Superboy): "N-No one..."

Cassandra(Orphan): "We'll have to find out..."

LATER THAT NIGHT....

Bruce arrieved: "Where is she?"

Alfred worried: "I don't know... she was just sitting in the corner and I turned my back she dissappeared... I checked the rooms where she spend time..."

Bruce littery dashing around like a kid asf: "Luna?!"

Luna who's 2 hours alone in the living room sitting at the couch staring blank and smiling with no reason: "..."

Bruce finding Luna: "Where is she- Luna there you are... what happened to your face?" Acting like doesn't know any thing and she doesn't responed: "Luna?... hey Luna... Luna?!"

Luna caming back to reality: "Wha- oh hey father... I didn't see you there... do you need something" twisting her head to the left to see Bruce...

Bruce: "I said what happen to your face?"

Luna squinting her eyes with a smile😃: "Oh, it's just a little small accident... you don't have to worry about it😄"

Bruce analyzing all injuries: *Black eye... Graze... Bruise to her knees, elbow and half of her face, had a Sprain to her left side of her leg, she has small or larger cuts some of her arms and cheeks, and her head... looks like she has skull fracture...*

Bruce sigh: "Luna... is there any injuries inside you?"

Luna thinking: "In side me? Oh yes! My 10 ribs and collar bone!" Luna showing her neck to show the collar bone is out of her skid freshly..."

Bruce yelling: "CLARK WE'RE BRINGING LUNA TO THE HOSPITAL!!!"

Luna: "No need for that..." Pushing her collar bone back inside as joints cracked loudly

Dick jaws drop and stare: "Are you littery even FINE?!!!"

Luna: "It's late... I'll go to sleep..."

Dick scolding: "No- Luna you'll— where did she go?!"

Tim yelling: "LUNA WHAT THE HECK HAPPEN TO YOU?!?!?"

Luna: "Doing what I have to do..." Opening the door and lock it...

Lucid(Blank Face): "..."

Luna excited: "Oh hello-"

Lucid(Blank Face) Open's the window and reach out hand: "Let's get you healed Darling..."

Luna having an amazing view: "Ofcourse..."

Damian bursting through the doors with his Sword: "YOU!? Let go of my sister or your wishing for your death!"

Lucid(Blank Face) doesn't care: "Yeah, yeah... waste your words from me... it's a no..."

Luna who littery fasten falling asleep in Lucid(Blank Face)'s shoulder: "..."

Damian raise his Sword: "I said. Let. Go. My. Sister!"

Lucid(Blank Face) who littery LITTERY (almost) annoyed: "Wanna hear me in spanish?‐ No~"

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bananablam · 3 years

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On Target

A Nightwing Fanfic

Sequel to Waiting On You

Read the next part, Midnight Secrets here

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader kind of, but it's from his POV and he's out of town, thinking about you.

Content warning: graphic language-our boys are being themselves

TW: NONE! Except...maybe sharing feelings, a tiny bit of angst? (I'm trying to be so careful about these but I think this one is very safe.)

Note: Thank you so much to everyone who read my last fic! This chapter is from Dick's POV. Mostly him interacting with Tim and Jason (which I adore), but lots of mentions of you, dear reader, so I will categorize it as a pairing in the tags and I promise you're IN the next chapter. Lots of backstory in this one but it's important to future chapters. I promise it lays framework for a ton of fluff, smut and ACTION.

Summary: After leaving your house, Dick and his brothers are on the way to South America to catch up with an old nemesis. Trying his best to focus on the mission, Dick realizes he can't get you out of his head.

Word count: approx. 1,600

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Dick Grayson.

It's just a name, he thought, staring out the window of the Batplane. Underneath a star-strewn sky, the shadowy tropical landscape slid by, shimmering slightly under the jet's cloaking system.

Bruce had always told him that his mask and his identity were one thing. "Protect it," he'd said once, "and no one can use it against you."

Bruce was great at protecting things, keeping them under wraps, Dick thought. But he had never talked about what might happen when he wanted to open up to someone. This urge to let someone in-someone besides his team, his family and his friends-was new. Brand new.

But then, so were you. Dick felt his heart quicken a little at the thought of you. He hated how caged he had to be with you, but if he was going to protect you, that was how it had to be. At least for now.

"Hey, you awake or what, dude? We're almost there." Jason hopped over the back of seat next to Dick, landing with a thud. A Nintendo switch dangled from one hand, while the other punched Dick in the shoulder. The Legend of Zelda theme chimed from the console. "What's up with you, man?" Jason chirped. "You've been mopey this whole trip."

"I'm not mopey," Dick shot back, sounding a little meaner than he meant to. He scowled. The truth was, he was moping. Jason was right-and that pissed him off even more. Normally he would be 100% focused on one thing only-the mission, not worrying about anything he'd left behind in Jump City. The only difference was that the thing he'd left behind this time was you-and there wasn't a single thing on earth that could replace you.

He couldn't help it. He missed you.

What was happening to him? He didn't think he had smiled once since he'd seen you. His scowl deepened. Normally, Dick wouldn't even consider how often he did or didn't smile but since leaving your side, he couldn't help but notice-he was definitely missing you and it was affecting not only his mood, but his concentration.

He slouched in his seat. Great, he thought. I'm going after one of Jump City's most wanted criminals, and I choose now to start going crazy. Just perfect.

Jason shrugged and kicked his feet up. "Oookay, whatever." He could definitely tell when something was bothering his older brother but he was not going to push it. Bruce hadn't exactly trained them in emotional intelligence-even if he could tell that something was wrong, he'd have exactly 0% of an idea of how to fix it. Even if Dick wanted to open up about it, it would take time-a lot more time than they had before this mission started.

He tried to go back to playing Switch. Normally he would let it go but worrying about Dick irritated him. It could seriously screw up their mission if they weren't on the same page and he was not looking forward to Bruce's reaction if that happened.

Bruce never used traditional hour-long lectures, he just shook his head and put them through hours of training and simulations. Jason winced, remembering how sore he'd been after the last time. "Look, whatever it is, just get it together before we land. We've only got one shot to pull this off."

Dick mumbled a moody agreement. He knew full well what was at stake. One false move and they might lose their lead on her.

Terra.

He had purposely kept the details of this mission between himself, his bat-siblings and his original team...minus one person. If Beast Boy knew the entire story, he would either go overboard, blinded by emotion, or try to reason for her, trying to justify what she'd done. And they couldn't afford either reaction.

After years of cold trails, fake tips and false leads, they finally had a concrete path to her. Terra had resurfaced, terrorizing cities all over South America, using her powers to terrify local citizens while she and her goons robbed banks and businesses.

That was just the beginning; she'd only fallen onto the league's radar in the past year, when her name had come up in connection with a series of break-ins at South American government installations, each one specializing in DNA studies.

It didn't take a genius to know that Terra had to be stopped, soon. A criminal plus stolen government property could only equal bad news.

It was only because Beast Boy was one of his very best friends that word hadn't gotten around to him. Dick gritted his teeth, remembering how awkward he'd felt asking Bruce for the favor of classifying the intel from all but the core members of the League.

It had been unpleasant but until she was caught, he couldn't risk Beast Boy finding out that Terra was once again their latest target. Letting his best friend know that his ex was stealing everything South of the Gulf of Mexico just didn't seem like a great idea.

Dick ran a hand through his hair, huffing another sigh as some minor turbulence jostled the plane. He understood all too well why Beast Boy couldn't think straight when it came to Terra. It had been years since her utter betrayal but Beast Boy...he simply hadn't recovered. Terra meant to Beast Boy what you meant to Dick, and the way he felt about you, he wasn't 100% sure that he wouldn't react the same way if you ever betrayed him.

All he could do was hope that you wouldn't.

Tim appeared from the cockpit, chugging the last of a tripleshot coffee energy drink. "Alright boys, get your asses in gear. We're here, and we had quite a smooth flight if I say so myself," he said, grinning proudly. Jason snorted. "Yeah right, we know what autopilot is," he joked, ducking as Tim chucked the empty can at him.

Dick felt a little better, watching his brothers. He was glad he'd had the fortitude to let Tim fly this mission. Bruce had personally taught each of them to fly, Dick included. But with his mind boomeranging off of you, Beast Boy and Terra, he didn't trust himself in a pilot's seat right now. Once they were on the ground, he knew he'd be able to focus. Besides, Tim could use the practice.

Tim pulled his mask on. "Before we left, Bruce went through all the financial records for each guard employed at this facility and cross checked them with all of their account balances and spending habits. I had a chance to look at the data too and the numbers do not match up-they are all definitely being paid off. Terra must be padding their pockets to make sure they look the other way while she cleans them out. The question is, cleans them out of what?"

Dick nodded. "That's what we're here to find out."

Getting up from his seat, Jason tucked his Switch into his bag. He grabbed a couple of extra birdarangs, tucking them into the empty slots of his utility belt. "Bruce accessed their bank statements? I know he's smart and all but doesn't bypassing bank security take like, genius level hacker skills?"

"Yeah," Tim echoed slowly. "Genius level hacker skills."

Everyone looked at Dick.

He smirked. "Okay, I helped. But hey-Bruce is the one who taught me how to get around those firewalls. He was just giving me a refresher course."

Then he grew serious. "Alright, everyone listen up. Latest intel tells us this is where Terra and her crew are hitting tonight. This is not an assault mission. This is snatch-and-grab recon, only. We get in, find Terra, find out what she's been up to and who she's been working for," Who she's been working for this time, he thought drily, remembering Slade.

"We'll wrap her buddies up nice and pretty for the local authorities but Terra's our primary target. She leaves with us. Tim, I want any and all resources on this facility that we don't already have-I need schematics, financials, visitors logs, security codes, inventory, everything. Upload it to the cave's database. Jason, I want the guards immobilized and all security footage and logs from tonight erased or set up to be erased before we're even gone. No one knows we were here."

Tim and Jason exchanged glances. "Annnd...where exactly will you be?" Jason prodded.

Dick turned his earpiece on, checking the connection. "I've got something else to handle."

"You mean you're going after Terra," Tim said pointedly.

Dick didn't answer. No way was he letting anyone else take her down. He owed it to Beast Boy.

This was personal.

"Ready?" He asked. His brothers nodded. After they deployed, the Batplane would land itself, staying hidden until they were ready. "You all have your assignments. 10 minutes from drop point to entry, 20 minutes to converge at my location. We're in, we're out, we're gone. Everyone's com systems online?"

Jason tapped his earpiece. "Ladies and Gentleman, Captain Tim has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign, feel free to roam about the cabin," he said in his best pilot's voice. "Welcome to the creepy-ass jungle, it's about 1 am local time because apparently, we only do shit like this in the middle of the fucking night. Enjoy your evening capturing supervillains, and thank you for flying Bat Airlines."

Tim rolled his eyes. "I can hear both you dorks just fine, unfortunately. Let's do this."

Dick slammed his palm on the deploy button. The Batplane's ramp opened slowly, ushering the jungle's humid night air into the cabin. The team stood silently, feeling the exhilaration and anticipation that came just before a mission. If any of them had been feeling uncertainty, it was gone now. They were good at this. They were born for this.

One by one, they leapt silently from the jet, dropping through the jungle canopy below.

To be continued...

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Can we just take a minute to contemplate how messed up our situation is? 😭

We lied to cops just because we knew Bill and Stu wouldn't get caught in sequels. If anything, us telling the truth would have enraged them enough to come back to kill us. If they're going down, they're taking Y/n with them 😬 that was their line of thinking in Set Up. We also lied to the cops cause they failed us in Set Up. Heck, even if we told the truth, the cops would have thought we hallucinated them since us having PTSD wasn't a secret. Either that, or they would have thought it was a mistaken identity and blew us off.

Even with Gale backing us up, without physical proof of them being alive? They can't believe it. The police aren't going to believe GALE of all people, everyone knows she's an opportunist. Stu helping us in the control room also made us feel obligated to let them go since they didn't kill anyone either. Overall, we lied to the cops bc of our lack of faith in them and bc we were mainly just trying to survive and keep Ray and Dewey safe. It just isn't fair 😭😭

Dewey and Ray know Tim and James exist, but we can't tell them that 'Tim' has been seeing us. Stu basically forced himself into our life. We never intended on ever seeing him again, but he found us and we were too scared to call the cops on him 💔 quote below.

Stu forced himself on you in a way…Sure, you could have called the cops but he knew you wouldn’t and that was scary in itself. What if you would have and he wasn’t caught and you just pissed him off? Stu knew you were too fearful to call the cops and you also wouldn’t because as long as he behaved…You would have felt guilty whether you liked it or not. He knew it too.

We can't tell Dewey and Ray about the letters or else the killer could expose us. The letters also make it clear that we were hiding something. We can't tell the police for the same reason. The killer doesn't want us getting help, they want us isolated. We are being forced to work with Billy and Stu bc Dewey and Ray can't know the truth....or its game over.

In ch 10, we can't tell Dewey or Ray about the call cause they'd want us to go to the cops...and the cops would see Dennis's name. They could just ignore it, but why risk it? If Billy and Stu get caught, they're going to rat us out too for keeping them hidden 😭 they will take us down with them.

I feel like the police could track down every recent call and if they see that we got a call from Dennis at the hotel where a MURDER took place? What are the odds that the killer is a 'friend' of ours? They could catch Stu and Stu's gonna blab his mouth so we go to prison too 🤷‍♀️ I feel like Stu would rat us out, same with Billy.

On the brightside, even if Gale sees them, Dewey and Ray won't believe her. Why? bc there's no physical proof. If Dewey and Ray see them, I feel like we could def lie and say that we mistaken them as posers. This quote proves it - He rolled his eyes at you dissecting him. You continued. "I hope you have a good time on set, and if you get caught, I’m playing stupid. I really did think you were some guy named Tim impersonating Stu. I’m sticking to that."

Dewey and Ray would believe us cause why would we lie? The only person to worry about is GALE. She has no physical proof and her saying we lied at Windsor means nothing to them if we lie and say we didn't know they were ACTUALLY BILLY AND STU. We could lie and say our therapist convinced us that Billy and Stu can't be alive too.

Gale could try to convince the cops to search our house, but the cops would need PROBABLE CAUSE to do that. Gale can spew all the crap she wants, but Dewey remembers the illegal tape showing us stopping the killers in Set Up and Ray remembers that we didn't lie to him at Windsor.

Feel free to correct any info, but Billy and Stu ruined our life 🙄 especially if Stu and Billy get caught. They would rat us out, GUARANTEED. The police might not believe them, but why take the chance?

Everything. This. 100%!

Yes to everything you listed!! I appreciate all ask but I don't answer some bc either it's a spoiler, the same thing asked before that I've answered. Or it's me having to explain things that are right there in my writing.

Sorry but I lowkey can get annoyed with ask about our choices everyday. I don't mind here and there but EVERY DAY I get:

"Why don't we call the cops? Why don't we tell Dewey and Randy? When will Stu meet Randy? I want them all four to work together!"

NEVER. If it was that easy, YN would have done it by now!

Like, this person here gets it!!

We have been failed by police too many times, we are in too deep now, these phone calls and letters are a secret, Randy and Dewey can never know because yes they care about us but realizing we've been lying to them about Billy and Stu? That's enough to question if we've always been lying. Dewey not as much as Ray who we had it out with at Windsor for his past doubts.

I mean, these are two serial killers that murdered Dewey's little sister and Randy's childhood crush and good friend. (They grew up together I'm hcing Ray always had a crush on Sidney.) The same killers that shot Ray in the chest and stabbed Dewey in the back causing permanent nerve damage.

No...They can NEVER know.

And if Gale gets proof and takes it to police? They will gladly label us as involved.

We are fucked and in a shitty situation.

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Wow, the new story with Jason is incredible! I liked it so much. Can you make a one-shot about Athanasia and Damian? Please! Cause they are siblings, but they grew apart and he didn't know about her. There was a moment in injustice comic when she tried to tell him about herself, mentionined the Lazarus pit. He wasn't listening, and she seemed to be hurt. What if she told him a little more and he rejected her because he didn't want a sister? This story must be touching and heartbreaking!

Hello,

I’m not sure I could give you what you wanted exactly, but trust me there is a whole HfaB story coming dedicated to the Jason, Maya, Athanasia and Damian drama of the League of Assassins. Trust me it’s coming, it’s just going to take a wee bit while I write Run Away Bride.

Here’s another snippet from Damned Prince of Gotham...

Unknown Ghosts...

They were standing there in the freezing cold, and she stared at the two boys. That’s what they were, the younger was about ten years younger than she. She recognized him, of course. It was impossible not to, especially with that glare and sneer in place. The smaller one, was very slight of build, his black hair was hanging wildly down, and his sleep deprivation made his glare almost comical.

“Where’s our brothers you harlot!” the young prince demanded, which had her turning to look at her little brother.

“I did not take our brothers!” she hissed fiercely to him. The young prince glared at her, and she snarled as she struggled against her restraints.

“Out brothers?” the smaller and elder asked.

“Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, third son of the Bat, our father, third Robin, current Red Robin, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, best detective. Damian Wayne, also known as Ibn al Xu’ffasch al Ghul, son first biological son of the Bat and our mother, Talia al Ghul, first grandson of Ra’s al Ghul. Terrance McGinnis, affectionately called Terry, second biological son of the Bat, created through Cadmus and A.R.G.U.S. experimentation. I know who you are, and I know who has our brothers!” she snapped as she finally escaped her bindings.

“Who are you?” Tim asked her.

“You will know me as TH3 GH0ST.”

“You say our brothers? Are you…?” Tim started.

“I am the first biological daughter of the Bat and Talia al Ghul,” she answered.

“Impossible,” Damian whispered, his eyes were wide and studying her in shock and disbelief.

“I am Athanasia al Ghul, and we must hurry,” she said. “Jason is in trouble.”

“He wouldn’t be if you had left him alone!” Damian shrieked.

“You think I willingly dragged our brother into this!?” she demanded. “I needed help, and he is the only one alive who has bested Ra’s al Ghul on skill alone! I needed his aid!”

“And now Terry’s been snatched!” Tim snapped.

“I am surprised an enemy could get so close as to claim leverage with the children!” she spat out.

“Cat and B are in the JL ICU whoever the hell that was, it was inhuman!” Tim snapped.

“That was Grant Wilson, son of Slade Wilson, also known as Deathstroke. He is after Jason, he has been since they were fifteen!” she snapped out the information as she snatched up the blades her brothers had taken from her. “And he is employed currently by Dusan al Ghul of Leviathan!”

“Why would Grant be after Jason?” Tim asked.

“Because Grant was Ra’s best pupil and Jason always humiliated him in training!” she hissed.

“The American was grandfather’s best pupil,” Damian stated. “Jason is the American.”

“Jason is an American, but he was not the American. Jason, like I was a slave for the League, we were never members,” she stated as she found a console and started looking for where Grant could’ve lured Jason. Grant having Terry as bait would guarantee Jason would hunt him down, and no doubt Grant would try to gravely injure or maim Jason before they had their duel. She paused the feed when she spotted blood in a corridor.

“Grandfather would never enslave his granddaughter.”

“He could not enslave Maya, but he stole me from mother’s womb, put me in a tube and when I was a girl, he disowned me,” Athanasia explained. “And if you think our grandfather couldn’t do something so malicious know that he made mother and the Bat think they had had a miscarriage and drove them apart. And if you still think grandfather couldn’t do something so malicious then I will inform you of the circumstances of your conception. Now we can either dwell on my identity or we can go save Jason before Grant kills him!” she snapped.

“Why is Grant after Jason, specifically?” Tim asked cutting off whatever Damian was about to say.

“Because Jason is the sole perfect resurrection of the Lazarus Pit. Grant is a metahuman with full access to his brain, like his father, by all accounts he should be superior, and yet…”

“Jason beats him,” Tim deduced.

“Now lets go,” she said swiftly stalking past them, she snatched up her gun as she started moving through the keep. Grandfather had done his damnedest to break Jason, and used Grant as a tool to do it, Jason had never broken, and she knew Grant would do anything to break Jason. She had been Grant’s slave for years, she knew exactly what he wanted.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Jason walked out into the cold ring where he had spent many days training before he had been sent to the All-Caste, and all of Talia’s private tutors.

Grant glared maliciously at him, and Terry whimpered in his grasp. The five year old was trying to be brave, Jason could see the struggle for that, and he felt Ace’s hostility towards Grant rising behind him.

“Heyya Duckling, doing okay?” he asked; keeping his voice carefully carefree. He smiled at Terry and Terry smiled back, rather tightly.

“Finally you’re here, I thought I’d…” Grant started.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Jason snarled feeling the Pit surface. “I was talking to my little brother!”

“I want to go home Jay,” Terry said.

“And I’m going to get you home buddy, just close your eyes and it’ll all be over like a bad dream,” Jason promised as he watched Terry closed his eyes. “Let the kid go now, Grant or I’ll tear you apart, limb by fucking limb.”

Grant smiled as he threw Terry aside, he saw his brother’s blood, and Ace streaked for Terry, Grant went to cleave his dog which had Jason slamming into the larger man with all his force. Grant threw him away, Jason rolled to his feet feeling all the aches and pains from previous fights today to get here, but it didn’t stop him as he smiled, tasting blood on his lips. His opponent held his sword with ease, and for the first time since Raven’s death, Jason felt the All-Blades tingling in his blood as he rushed Grant for another attack.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #hopes for a bastard universe #hopes for a bastard spoilers #hopes for a bastard #damned prince of gotham #hopes for a bastard: damned prince of gotham #jason todd #athanasia al ghul #damian wayne #tim drake #terry mcginnis #grant wilson

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Duke Reviews: The Incredible Hulk

Hi, Everyone I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Where Today We're Continuing Our Look At The Marvel Cinematic Universe...

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By Looking At The Film That Introduced That Big Green Monster Of Might, The Hulk To The MCU, The Incredible Hulk...

This Film Sees Bruce Banner (Played In This By Edward Norton, Before He Transformed Into Mark Ruffalo) As An Unwitting Pawn Of The U.S. Military, Led By General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross (Played By William Hurt) Who Are Trying To Restart The Super Solider Program Which Led To The Creation Of Captain America But Without Erskiene's Formula It Leads To Hulky Results For Bruce Which Forces Him To Go On The Run From The Military Until He Can A Way To Cure Himself Of The Raging Spirit That Dwells Within Him...

But When Bruce Is Captured By Ross, His Worst Fears Are Realized When A Power Hungry Solider Named Emil Blonsky (Played By Tim Roth) Turns Into A Similar More Bestial Creature Named Abomination And Causes A Panic Throughout Harlem, Can Bruce Stop Blonsky With The Hulk?

Let's Find Out As We Watch The Incredible Hulk...

The Movie Starts With A Flashback That Shows Everything I Just Mentioned Including How Banner Became The Hulk (Which Looks Reminiscent Of The Bill Bixby Tv Series), And How Banner Went On The Run After Nearly Hurting His Love Interest, Betty Ross (Played By Liv Tyler) Who Is Daughter Of General Ross...

Years Later In Rio...

Seriously, How Banner Doesn't Run Into Dominic Toretto And His Crew There Is A Mystery To Me...

Bruce Holds Down A Job As Both Worked And...

In A Soda Factory While Also Trying To Find A Way To Control The Hulk By Taking A Medatation Class?...

Let's Hope Bruce Doesn't Become The Hulk There, Because The Last Superhero Who Was There? Well...Let's Just Say It Didn't End So Well...

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While Also Working A Mystery Guy Named "Mr. Blue" On Ways To Cure Himself Of The Hulk At The Same Time, But When Some Of Bruce's Blood Ends Up In One Of The Soda Bottles At The Factory And Poisons An Old Man...

Stan Lee Cameo!

It Catches Ross's Attention And Soon Him, And His Men, Led By Emil Blonsky Are On Their Way To Rio To Find Bruce...

Getting A Message From Mr. Blue, He Says He Has Something That Might Cure Bruce But He Needs More Data (Which Bruce Doesn't Have) Otherwise He Can't Help Him...

Hearing Some Noise, Bruce Makes A Run For It As Blonsky And His Men Burst Into His Apartment But They Eventually Spot Bruce As He Runs From Street To Street And Rooftop To Rooftop...

Eventually Losing Both Blonsky And Ross. Bruce Ends Up Running Into Some Guy Who Was Hitting On A Friend Of His At The Soda Factory And Him And His Guys End Up Following Banner To The Soda Factory Where They Start Beating Up Banner Which Leads To Bruce Becoming The Hulk...

With Blonsky And His Boys Soon Arriving After The Hulk Beats Up Those Guys And Thrashes Everyone Except Blonsky...

Regrouping At Bruce's Apartment, They Find Bruce's Laptop Along With A Picture Of Betty, Which Eventually Leads To A Talk Between Blonsky And Ross, As Blonsky Feels That They Had Banner But When The Hulk Showed Up Everything Went South...

Interested In The Hulk, Blonsky Swears To Find Banner And Get Him To Tell Him Where To Find It, But Ross Simply Tells Him That That Thing Was Banner And Walks Off As He Tells Blonsky To Pack Up So They Can Go Home...

The Next Day In Guatemala, Bruce Wakes Up By A River As He Gets A Ride From Someone Heading Into Town, Asking Where Bruce Is Headed, Bruce Tells The Man In His Native Language That He's Headed Home...

Back In The States, Blonsky Talks With Ross As Tells Him That He's Not Stepping Away From This And Whatever He's Involved In, He Wants In...

Back In Guatemala...

Okay, What Is This? Why Are They Playing The Lonely Man Theme From The Incredible Hulk Tv Series? Not That I'm Not Happy To Hear It, But This Is A Movie Based On The Comic Book, Not A Movie Based On TV Series...

If I Wanted To See A Movie Based On The Tv Series I'd Watch One Of The Tv Movies That Have Daredevil And Thor In It (And Yes, This Is True) Either Way, It May Be A Good Easter Egg But It's Done For The Wrong Reasons, If Anything They Should Be Playing This Since Bruce Is Going Home...

Telling Blonsky We Already Saw In The Flashback At The Beginning Of The Movie (Only Thing We Really Learn Is That Bruce Thought That He Was Working On Radiation Resistance And Ross Never Told Him What The Real Experiment Was) And Says As Far As He's Concerned Bruce's Body Belongs To The U.S Government...

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Arriving At His University In Virginia, Bruce Spied On Betty Who Has Found A New Boyfriend In Phil Dunphy...

I'm Sorry, I Know That He's Supposed To Be Leonard Samson, But Ty Burrell Is Phil Dunphy And That's All I'll Ever See Him As...

Visiting A Pizza Place Called Stanley's, Bruce Catches Up With The Owner, Played By Hermey The Elf...

Seriously, The Guy Who Plays Stanley, Played Hermey The Elf In Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer Which In Turn Makes Me Wonder If Stanley Has A Side Job As A Dentist...

He Offers Him The Room He Has Upstairs And He Asks To Borrow A Pizza Boy Delievry Outfit So He Can Keep The Guard (Played By Lou Ferigno) Distracted With A Free Pizza While He Tries To Get The Data He's Looking For Only To Discover That It's Not There...

Telling Mr. Blue This, He Says That Without It, He Can't Help...

But As He Prepares To Leave, Betty And Phil Stop By Stanley's Only For Betty To Catch A Glimpse Of Bruce...

Asking Stanley To Tell Her The Truth, He Tells Betty That Bruce Is Back, Which Leads Her To Confront Bruce On The Bridge Which Leads To A Tearful Reunion For The Former Lovers...

Taking Bruce To Her House, She Gives Bruce A Drive Which Contains All Their Data And Info That The Military Erased, But Wondering Why They Can't Just Talk With Her Father And That's Because He Told Bruce That He Wants To Make The Hulk Into A Weapon...

Taking Blonsky To A Lab, Ross Injects Blonsky With The Same Stuff Banner Injected Himself With But Warns Him That At The First Sign Of Any Side Effects, He's Off The Team Until He Straightens Out...

The Next Day Betty Takes Bruce To The Campus To Say Goodbye But Turns Out Phil Dunphy Was Like...

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And Called Betty's Father To Come Get Bruce...

Going Through A Building To Get Away From Ross's Forces, They Eventually Lock Bruce Into An Overpass As They Fire Tear Gas Inside...

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Ross Thanks Phil For Calling Him, But Phil Is Not So Sure Now As The Hulk Protected Her And Ross Almost Killed Her But Either Way Bruce Would Get His Revenge On Phil Later When He Autotuned Him On YouTube And It Went Viral...

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Taking Betty To A Cave, The Hulk Is Hurt By A Thunderbolt (Possibly By Thor) Which Forces Betty Calm Him Down As He Thinks He's Under Attack...

Eventually Getting The Hulk To Calm Down, They Get Some Sleep...

Checking On Blonsky In The Hospital, It Appears That The Hulk But As The Saying Goes, He May Be Down, But He's Not Out As Blonsky Appears To Be Healing Rapidly...

The Next Day, The Hulk Has Turned Back Into Bruce And Bruce And Betty Go To A Motel Where They Stay For Now...

With Bruce Taking A Shower, Betty Soon Arrives With Provisions Including A New Heart Rate Watch And Purple Pants...

Giving Bruce A Haircut, It Eventually Leads To The Two About To Have Sex But Turns Out Because Of The Hulk Bruce Can't Get Too Excited...

When Someone Comes In About Blonsky, Ross Goes To See Him Only To Discover That Blonsky Is Completely Healed On All The Injuries The Hulk Gave Him...

Dumping Betty's Phone And Credit Cards As They Can Track That, Betty Sells A Necklace That Probably Belonged To Her Mother In Order To Get Some Cash, While Bruce Sends The Data To Mr. Blue, However, S.H.I.E.L.D. Copies The E-mail And Sends It Ross's Way Along With The Identity Of Mr. Blue, Which Happens To Be A Doctor Samuel Sterns...

If The Name Sounds Familiar, That's Because That's The Leader (Apparently Before He Became The Leader)

Eventually Arriving In New York, Bruce And Betty Soon Find Themselves In Crazy Taxi...

(Crazy Taxi Announcer) Hey!!! You Got 5 CRAZY Minutes To Get Your Passenger To His Destination Before He Turns Into The Hulk And Kills You For Being So CRAZY!!!!!

Before They Arrive At The University, Where Sterns Works And He Finally Meets Bruce...

Talking With Sterns, He Tells Bruce And Betty That Even Everything Goes Perfectly And They Induce A Hulk Out And And Get The Exact Dosage Right, They Don't Know If It'll Be A Lasting Cure, Just An Antidote To Suppress That Particular Hulk Out Or Worse, Kill Bruce. But Willing To Take The Risk, Sterns Gets Ready...

Back At Ross's Base, Blonsky Starts Noticing Changes In His Bone Structure But Doesn't Tells Ross About Because He Feels Like A Monster...

Tying Bruce Down On A Table, Sterns Shocks Bruce Full Of Electricity And Causes A Hulk Out But With Help From Betty In Calming Him Down, The "Cure" Is Injected And Bruce Goes Back To Normal...

Not Believing What He Just Saw, Sterns Tells Bruce And Betty That The Gamma Pulse Came From The Amygdala And Betty's Primer Let Bruce's Cells Absorb The Energy And Then Abated It (Which Is Basically How Bruce Didn't Die Of Radiation Poisoning Years Ago) Maybe They've Neutralized The Cells Permanently Or Maybe They Just Suppressed That Event But Either Way It's Hard To Tell As None Of Sterns' Test Subjects Survived...

Not Liking That Sterns Said That, Sterns Shows Bruce To A Room With Bags Of Blood That's Bruce's As Bruce Didn't Give Sterns Much To Work With So He Had To Replicate It. Seeing Limitless Possibilities With It, Bruce Tells Sterns That He Doesn't Understand And They Need To Destroy The Blood...

But As Sterns And Bruce Bicker About This, A Sniper On The Rooftop Across The Way, Shoots Bruce With A Tranquilizer As Blonsky Bursts In And Punches Bruce In An Effort To Bring Out The Hulk But Bruce Is Tranqed And It's Pointless...

Carrying Bruce On A Stretcher, Betty Tells Her Father That She Will Never Forgive Her Father For What He's Made Bruce Into And To Never Speak Her As His Daughter Again...

Knocking Out The Soliders Questioning Sterns, Blonsky Tells Sterns To Inject Him With Bruce's Blood But Realizing That Blonsky Is On Something Sterns Warns Him That If He Injects Banner's Blood Into Him Without Knowing What He's Already On It Could Turn Him Into An Abomination...

Ooh, Foreshadowing....

Not Giving Sterns Much Of An Option, He Injects Blonsky With Bruce's Blood And It Transforms Him Into The Abomination...

Tossing Sterns On The Ground, Some Of Bruce's Blood Ends Up Inside Of Sterns And Starts To Transform Him Into The Leader For A Possible Sequel That'll Never Happen At This Point...

Causing Destruction To Try To Get The Hulk's Attention, Seeing Everything That's Happening On The Ground On From The Plane, Ross Knows That Abomination Is Blonsky And That They Have To Go Back To Help The Remaining Soliders On The Ground...

This Leads Bruce To Suggest To Let Him Fight Blonsky Despite Him Having No Control Over The Hulk...

(Imitating Bill Murray In Ghostbusters) If I'm Wrong, I'll Go To Whatever Government Jail Cell You Have Waiting For Me, Peacefully, Quietly, I'll Enjoy It, But If I'm Right, Thunderbolt, You Will Have Saved The Lives Of Everyone In This City...

Lowering The Ramp For Bruce, Betty Tries To Stop Him As She Doesn't Know If He'll Even Change, But Either Way He Has To Try As Bruce Gives Betty A Kiss Before He Goes...

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A Few Weeks Later In British Columbia, We See Bruce Back Living A Life Of Solitude In A Cabin As He Has Given Up His Search For A Cure And Instead Seeks To Control Him As Our Movie Ends...

In A Pre-Credits Scene, We See General Ross Having A Few Drinks When He's Confronted By Tony Stark (Played Again By Robert Downey Jr.) Who Tells Ross That He's Putting A Team Together...

However, In A Marvel One Shot Called The Consultant, It's Revealed That Stark Was Only Sent In To Piss Off Ross So Much To The Point That He Wouldn't Give S.H.I.E.L.D. Blonsky So He Could Join The Avenger Initiative Which Both Fury And Coulson Did Not Want To Happen Despite The World Security Council Wanting Blonsky Because Of His Decorated War Hero Status And Saying That The Harlem Incident Was Bruce's Fault...

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This Movie Is Okay...

It's Not Bad It's A Good Movie, I Like The Characters, The Story Is Nice And The Action Scenes When They Happen Are Awesome But Sometimes The Talking And Science Babble Goes On Forever And It Sometimes Gets Boring But I Still Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#Marvel #marvel cinematic universe #The Hulk #the incrediable hulk #edward norton #liv tyler #William Hurt #tim roth #ty burrell #robert downey jr

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chloeharrisfna253090 · 4 years

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Summative assessment

One of the Themes that I looked at and enjoyed on a Monday lecturer was ‘the labyrinth and the Maze’. In the text Tim Ingold talks about walking, imagining and the education of attention. After this Monday lecturer my research consisted in looking at a lot of labyrinths and mazes. What is the difference between a labyrinth and a maze? A labyrinth has a single path which winds through it where as a maze can have many paths. So mostly you can get labyrinths in mazes or they can be separate. The design of the labyrinth simultaneously represents a puzzle and a solution, a journey and an arrival.

The word labyrinth comes from a Greek mythology. It was designed by the legendary artificer Daedalus for king Minos of Crete at Knosses. It was to hold a monster who was born from the kings wife and the love with a bull. So this is how the story went. So King Minos ordered the labyrinth to be built as a prison for minotauros. Minos' wife Pasiphae had made love with a bull and the king thought that it should be hidden from the world especially as it fed on human flesh.

A labyrinth is an ancient symbol that relates to wholeness. It combines the imagery of the circle and the spiral into a meandering but purposeful path. It represents a journey to our own centre and back again out into the world. Labyrinth have long been used as meditation and prayer tools.

In the text, ‘The Labyrinth and the Maze', by Tim Ingold, goes on talking about that the streets are a Labyrinth. So when you go out on the streets or go in the city it’s explaining your ability to walk around and not knowing where to go. However it argues that the city is not a labyrinth when you consider yourself a business person. It goes on to explain that in your everyday life you get use to your surroundings and making that part of the regular routine on the way to work and it just becomes a place passing by rather than a place to wonder. I think I can argue the fact that I do think that a city or a street is like a labyrinth or a maze. My reason to this is that I believe that although some people walking around the city is normal in there every day life however, can at least one of those people say that they didn’t need to use Google maps to find there way, or signs to guide them out of the maze. Now imagine a world without signs and devices to help you out and what do you call your self in city walking around not know which way to go. Lost in the city. By architectural theory labyrinth has been linked to the archaic encounter between the nomadic and the city.

When talking about a city, we use the word labyrinth metaphorically hinting towards movement patterns. James Donald’s, ‘imagining the Modern City', shows the city and its architecture can be at once rational and irrational, observed and imagined, theoretical and empirical. show a different understanding of space, seeing it as something other and more than a field of mathematical calculation and political instrumentalism.

Some say that the labyrinth looks like a ‘natural’ pattern, reminding of the finger-print, or the interlacing intestines or the brain. I think I can relate to this as when you look at a labyrinth especially the circle ones, it does look like it and reminds us about the body of a human. It reminds us of these natural, biological forms due to the belief the labyrinth is culturally created. So this meaning that it is and artificial construction, made by humans for humans. “The idea of a labyrinth is a place in which we lose ourselves in order to find ourselves is intriguing,” said Anthony Bostrom. With this quote I believe in some level is true, but the problem that people have is if they are completely lost physically, they would mentally not be able to cope. So in some sense everyone needs a pull to their Direction I believe. ‘ To be inside and maze is to be a wildered or afraid, but it’s also to be inside a structure- lost but only up to a point.’ This quote strengthens my theory. Being exposed and not knowing it.

Robert Morris (born February 9th 1931 and died November 28th 2018) is an American artist and sculptor which designed the outdoor labyrinth as a 6-month long interactive illustration in the Donald Hall sculpture park at the nelson-Atkins Museum of art. Built on a base of concrete stone the 7-ft tall glass structure with more than 400 tons and took more than 80 crew workers to build on the site.

Why I liked this piece? The piece, glassed labyrinth, engaged with the public allowing them to experience the excitement as well as the overwhelming of bumping into the see through glass. What I find quite funny is probably the amusement this piece would of created, and making it fun. Roberts work consisted in hand making a sculpture which the public could go through. His work was made from glass which made me consider that most labyrinths or mazes have a wall you can't see through whereas his didn't. It made me think of the difference and come up with theories. Can you see through, do you know your Direction? Going back on the text I read on a walk on a Monday lecture, ‘the maze and labyrinth’, I remember him saying “education along the lines of the Labyrinth does not provide novices with stand points or positions, but continually pulls them from any positions they might adapt. I would of liked to experience going through the labyrinth and to understand more on why people would of bumped into the walls a lot? In some sense I can only relate to a piece like this by remembering going to a fair ground and going through a room full of mirrors. I have a hint that in some kind of way these two scenery are quite similar. What is quite different compared to this labyrinth to others is that most consistent shapes used in a labyrinth would be circles, squares or rectangles. So why did he choose a triangle? Triangulated and constructed of glass plate wall capped with bronze, speaks to the present in the language of modern architecture and design- streamlined, dynamic, transparent and elegant.

The transparent piece allows visitors to see each other and the landscape, while wandering around. The aim was to reach the centre and find the way out of the triangular form. This modern and unique stunning glazed piece was designed for people to experience, explore and enjoy. In his earlier work he explored space as an extension of the self. The viewers were forced to become aware of their sense of place, direction, memory, etc.

I also came across a work by Chris Skinner which is an graphics illustrator from Derbyshire. He has 14 years experience in design. He also works in several different companies making graphic design which meets the clients needs. He has worked with different range of sectors such as, broadcasting, motion graphics, print, etc. His main focus is illustration although, he has done work that consisted in 2D digital, 3D modelling, digital sculpting, motion graphics etc. Chris has his own distinctive style: it comprises a mixture of hand drawn elements and 3D modelling. The work I looked at presented the actual film from the Labyrinth and it included some of the characters from the goblin City. His piece was an print for the 1986, musical ‘labyrinth’. For inspiration, he used the original of the staircases- which was in the scene of the movie of Sarah’s bedroom wall- Relativity by M.C. Escher.

I like this piece because it consists the characters from the film which is one of my all time favourites. What I really find fascinating is that he also included some of the scenarios which are seen in the film. Right at the top of the image you have a sketch of the maze that Sarah the main character had to go though to get to the goblin city. On the right of the piece you can see another part where Ludo and Sarah had to go through the sewer part which there they met two new friends. I think that with this piece I can relate so much to it. It also tells the story of the labyrinth and where Sarah travelled and went by to get to the goblin city and get her little brother back, toby before the goblin king turned him into a goblin.

Escher (born June 17th 1898 and died March 27th 1972) was an Dutch graphic artist who made mathematical inspired wood cuts, lithography and mezzotints. His work ‘Relativity’ is a lithograph print which was printed in December 1953. It creates a visual image of a world where gravity ceased to exist. His drawings plays tricks on the audience eyes, fooling their mind to think that it never ends.

Escher’s work features mathematical objects and operations including impossible objects, etc. Even though he believed he didn’t have the mathematic ability, he still went on making a whole book full of work. In all his work that he did, they all consisted repetition of either the same object or piece. In his earlier work he drew from inspiration from nature, studying insects, landscapes, and plants.

His work creates an art movement of surrealism with a unique 3-dimensional style. Within the imagery of the lithograph is seen as an architectural structure. It has been said that Escher through his research, his did went on looking at the mathematic structure of things such as buildings, rather than the building on the outside. In his work ‘Relativity’, it reflects the different rules of gravity rather than the common form of gravity known in the real world. I find it quite fascinating to look at this piece as to that persons down, is someone’s down. It’s like being a child again and being on that climbing frame with different directions. The people in the piece do not seem to be concerned or affected by the gravity difference.

A book that I looked at which consisted his work, told me that his approach though all his pieces consisted the similar way he would do it as well the repetition.

The difference between Chris’ work and Escher’s work is that the people in Chris’ piece are given an identity as it reflects the film ‘labyrinth’ and Escher’s piece, the people are not given an Identity as they are all the same. They are not given a face as he does not want that to be the attention to his audience. His aim was more to do with repetition of the staircases and looking at the mathematics of the structure. The similarities of theses two pieces is that they both consist staircases and have no sense to gravity. They both also have the same styles. For example, they are both prints, only use black and white and no colour, and the use of the 3-dimensional style/structure. The use of just using black and white gives it a sense of the piece being old and an sophisticated design, it gives it importance in the world. Imagine if was in colour, would the audience it’s trying to attract change? ‘The three-dimensional world may be projected onto a two-dimensional plane to create the illusion of space', this quote made me think of these two works as in a way these two pieces do this I think.

Similarities and differences between these three pieces of work. We can say that with Chris’ and Escher’s pieces are very similar, where as with Robert’s work, its different from these two pieces. What I can say about all three pieces is that they do have that architectural structure feeling to all of them. Even though their formats were quite different in showing of there types of labyrinths, it help me understand what they really wanted to get out of their pieces. With Robert’s he wanted the audience to explore and enjoy his work by making it engaging for the audience. Escher’s and Chris’ were more about allowing the audience to engage though the sense of sight. The type of audience Robert’s piece attracts are very different compare to Escher’s and Chris’ piece. Reason being is that Robert’s work is presented in a park which everyone goes to, children, runners, adults, artists, etc.

With Robert’s work you can see through and it questions all because you can see through it and you see what you want to get to, you want to get there quicker and without the struggle. I think there’s so many pathways in the persons way and they forget about that. With other Labyrinths you can’t see through the walls which, I think it makes it even more easier for you to know which way you are going so for example if you are a student learning science and you want to be a science teacher, to get there you need to go through certain things such as GCSEs and all that. You know that there are different paths in front of you which you have to go forward as there’s no other way. Where as I think that with Robert’s work because you can see through, it makes it more difficult to know what path you are on at the moment as you can see the finish line. In my theory I think that if you see the finish line you rush like a sprinter wanting to win in a race and knowing this I think with what ever path they are on they just want to get through it quickly.

In my conclusion after looking at all theses in my research, I have questioned myself in my making and why I chose tunnels as an approach to my inspiration of the labyrinth? And why I have created them as a solid object (in clay)? Are tunnels labyrinths, and what are the differences between my work and the artwork I looked at? So, what if I took a walk though Colindale and I saw a tunnel and that’s why I chose to do a tunnel, in my sense the tunnel was part of my journey and labyrinth conclude in this. Looking back at Robert’s work he didn’t stick with a shape that connects with a labyrinth on what we know, we normally see shapes such as circles and squares, not triangles. Knowing this I used the same approach as him and looked at a labyrinth being different. For example, the sewers of London are not seen and are well known as a labyrinth. They are like the forgotten parts because they are not pleasant to be included however, they are labyrinths/mazes that are in this world working right under us as we speak. And come to think of it tunnels can be the labyrinth of your journey on an underground train. As an artist I can say where I am still with my work is still experimenting and developing my work in a context as a labyrinth. And in relation to what I have spoken about I can strongly say that I have a strong understanding of the meaning of a labyrinth.

Labyrinth are part of everyone life, you just got to look at things in a different way. I do believe that the city works as a labyrinth or reminds us of the pattern using architectural structure and having different directions which still can lead us to the same destination. I see the labyrinth as a movement of patterns or dance. It has been said that labyrinths have been used for humans entertainment in dance, moving left to right, up or down.

The pieces that I also looked at does present the labyrinth very well I believe. The reason why I think this is because work brings the overwhelming and the feeling of an labyrinth as well as consisting pathways like a labyrinth. So it refers to a labyrinth when you see the pieces too.

References/bibliography

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2018/jul/28/myth-monsters-and-the-maze-how-writers-fell-in-love-with-the-labyrinth

https://www.citylab.com/design/2014/07/why-every-city-needs-a-labyrinth/373965/

Henning Eichberg,IFO/Research institute of sport, gerlev, Denmark,2004,p1-9

https://www.ancient.eu/Labyrinth/

James Donald, imagining the modern city

http://australianhumanitiesreview.org/2000/06/01/review-imagining-the-modern-city-by-james-donald/

https://www.academia.edu/1330469/THIS_HERE_NOW

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https://www.debutart.com/artist/chris-skinner

April Cheetham, a ceiling of identity: anamorphosis as double vision in contemporary art practice, liverpool John Moores University, May 2012, p1-155

Tim Imgold, the maze and the labyrinth, p1-12

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Massey, A place called home, place and identity, London (1992), p1-17

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