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Jason would be back at ten years old and feel guilty. He’d feel guilty because a) he has no intention of being Robin again, b) he feels bad for doing this to B in the first place, c) he doesn’t want to put either of them through that again.
But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, anymore. He just won’t be Robin. He’d be someone else. So Jason goes off to see how B is doing, at this point he runs into Tim. And Tim is just this little ball of nerves because he doesn’t want to get in trouble so please don’t tell.
And Jason figures – if he didn’t find Tim now, that means a few years down the line, Tim is still doing this.
And Jason never realized it then, B and Dick and Alfred and Babs never mentioned it. So – So Tim must be pretty fucking good and he doesn’t even have training.
So Jason has this brilliant as fuck idea – “You’re going to be my replacement.”
And Tim is just like “what?” And Jason starts training Tim to fight and tumble and stuff, so when the inevitable does happen – Dick quitting – he can take over.
But things never go as planned, do they?
Jason doesn’t go lift Batman’s tires, but someone kidnaps Tim on one of their outings and Jason is like JF;ALSJDKFA FUCK and goes after him. Little does he know that ransom has been called for, and Batman is on his way.
So he busts in and kicks ass at the ripe age of thirteen (a few years have past okay stfu), and is like “OMG TIM I DIDN’T TRAIN YOU TO JUST SIT THERE” and Tim is like “WELL I DIDN’T KNOW IF YOU WANTED ME TO BLOW COVER OR NOT FJAKD;FSD” and then they both proceed to kick ass and Batman is just there in the shadows going DO YOU HAVE PARENTS LITTLE BLUE EYED BLACK HAIRED CHILDREN ARE YOU ORPHANS HEY I JUST SAW YOU KICK BUTT AND THIS IS CRAZY BUT COME BE MY ROBIN MAYBE?
And Jason is like gdi this is what I was trying to avoid, but he becomes Robin again. with Tim as the little unnamed baby bat in training – but he just hauls Tim in and shakes him, “YOU BETTER GROW UP HUGE OKAY BC I DON’T WANNA BE ROBIN FOREVER OKAY? OKAY???”
And Tim is like, “How about I be Robin and you be something else if it irritates you so much”
and jason is like
oh, that’s smart timmy
and tim is like
yeah oh, this is why I’m the brain between the two of us Jay omg, it’s been like, three years you’d think you’d have figured that out by now
and there you go
Title: Frame Narrative
Verse: lit!verse: bildungsroman
Pairing: Gen. (Tim centric.)
Frame Narrative: The result of inserting one or more small stories within the body of a larger story that encompasses the smaller ones. Often this term is used interchangeably with both the literary technique and the larger story itself that contains the smaller ones, which are called pericopes, “framed narratives”, or “embedded narratives”.
Verse: lit!verse: bildungsroman
Pairing: Gen. (Janet+Tim)
Bildungsroman: The popular form of story telling whereby the author bases the plot on the overall growth of the central character throughout the timeline of the story. As the story progresses, the subject undergoes noticeable mental, physical, social, emotional, moral, and often spiritual advancement and strengthening before the readers’ eyes. It has often been seen that the protagonist begins with views, aims, and dreams that are in contrast to the other characters in the story and then fights his or her way through to achieve them.
Verse: lit!verse: bildungsroman
Pairing: Gen. (Janet centric.)
A/N: WELL THEN. My bad. Dedicated to lectorel, I’M SO SORRY. It was a good idea at the time, but now it’s…a messed up idea? I don’t think parts two and three are going to be any better.
Definition: A novel written in a series of documents – usually in the form of letters. Although occasionally through the use of diary entries, newspaper clippings, etc.
How do you manage that? How? I can’t stick to a single project at a time to save my life.
I have no idea how people write for multiple fandoms.
It’s probably going to take me a while to get back into writing DC stuff after doing all this 00Q.
Rating: T/M? Warnings for…dark things. Warnings for Janet. Warnings in general because it’s Mafia verse aka sick and twisted things around every corner.
lectorel asked you: Mafia Prompts- It’s me, so I’m /really/ tempted to ask about how the fuck Mafia-verse Janet happened. (I have dark and horrifying ideas about what would make a child grow up to be Mafia Janet, and would like them to go away, please.) But, other than that: a-who, exactly, set Janet and Tim to their fight to the death, and what did Tim do to them in revenge? b-how/when/why did Tim decide to approach Bruce at that party? c-Ra’s in Mafia verse. Anything with Ra’s.
incogneat-oh replied: UM. Cigarettes? Someone(DICK) getting slapped? BOUNCING. Tim and Boss-Bruce bonding? Jason being an asshole? DAMIAN? wow none of these are helpful, i am sorry
;o; oh gosh L. Thank you. You’re like- one of the writers I look up to most. So I’m just so.
Just overjoyed to hear that you think that of me. ;__;
‘there was two of mother’. So many ideas from this. Twins-as-singular is apparently a fucked up family tradition, and if Janet died in Haiti, what happened to Jan? (Jane? Janie?) Plus Tim-twins and Ra’s and eeeeeee. I love this.
Janie died with her sister.
Because surviving without her was never an option.
Tim leans his head against the cold glass window, stares out into the perfectly maintained expanse of the manor’s garden below. The sky is obnoxiously clear and Tim finds himself hating it. Irrationally, emotionally, passionately.
He smiles, and closes his eyes.
If the thinks hard enough, he can pretend that being crammed in this window seat is something like being crammed on his small cot back in the hospital.
Ra’s voice is in his ear- and Tim feels bad. Feels bad for taking so much time, so much effort- feels bad for being a bother, a burden.
But he listens, takes- selfishly as Ra’s speaks. Tim doesn’t even really hear what he’s saying, just focuses on the sound of syllables and silences.
Tim listens and here and there he picks out words- words like Jason and words like Batman, he keeps those words, the way that Ra’s voice forms around them, and discards the rest of them.
“Are you listening, habibi?” Tim hums.
“Something about Jason and Bruce?” Something about my brother and…dad?
“Yes- are they treating you well?” Suspicion and other things starting with the letter s that Tim can’t be bothered to focus on.
“Yes.” Tim answers, sincere and sad. Slow and stumbling around that one sound. Yes. He shrugs his shoulders, slow and sluggish.
He misses overcast days. Even though he doesn’t like them any more than the sunny ones.
(Coin toss love. Tim’s type of love. Conditional. If-then statements-)
Tim smiles, and he tossed the coin today- “They’re wonderful. They’re family.”
Toss a coin again the next hour- you think you’re lucky, brother- dad, do you?
Tim smiles and reminds himself he’s here in the sunlight he can’t stand the sight of, and hisses through his teeth- hisses love and hisses truth.
And the words are still in his head.
Colin watches Robin watch the sky. “Aren’t you cold?”
Robin smiles, the tips of his fingers reaching out to touch the back of Colin’s wrist. “I’m always cold, Colin.” Robin slides off his perch, slips through the impossible to crawl through window, and plops himself down at the end of Colin’s bed. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“Shouldn’t you?” Colin counters, hugging Rory. “I’m worried about Damian.”
Robin tilts his head, peculiar expression on his face. “Why? Is there something wrong with- with your friend?”
“He keeps…looking at me differently lately. I think I upset him somehow, he’s been avoiding me.”
Robin holds his arms open and Colin accepts his hug- even though he’s too big for this, Robin cradles him close, hugs him just the way Colin always imagined a brother would.
(At least- this is how he imagined it felt like whenever he sees Dick hug Damian.)
“He never did know a good thing when he saw it.” Robin whispers. Colin wonders if he’s meant to hear that. “Don’t worry, Colin. I’m sure your friend will come around in time. He’s awfully moody- from what you’ve told me, I mean. It seems like he’s a temperamental one.”
“Yeah. He is. But normally you know what you’ve done wrong…you know? I don’t- I don’t think he’s mad at me. It feels like…he’s uncomfortable.”
“It’s probably his problem then. You didn’t do anything wrong, Colin. You’re not perfect.” Robin pokes Colin’s cheek. “No one is- but trust me when I say that you definitely don’t register on the bad scale. Now,” Robin’s voice takes on a teasing tone, “Bloo on the other hand…”
Word Count: 1,200~
Notes: For L- by the end I thought I might be writing for our current shared story. Which I’m going back to now >_<. And as for the title…. well Merci is French for thanks. Not mercy.
“I saw pale kings and princes too, pale warriors, death-pale were they all. They cried “La belle dame sans merci hath thee in thrall.”
I love this poem to death. Haha, get it?
And the way you used it.
*snerk* haha I like how you word it <3
Janet stares at the man. “One chance. I will only give you one chance and if the in vitro fails then you are out of luck and I do not give refunds on matters concerning my womb.”
Ra’s gives Janet a very fond look. “Must you be so adamant on not having children? It would be such a shame to see a brilliant mind go to waste, Detective.”
Janet returns the fond look with a look she normally reserves for people who try and fail horrendously to garner her non-existent good will.
The best you could hope from Janet Drake is complete ignorance. A general rule of thumb to remember concerning Janet Drake is that- if you register on her radar, you’re doing something horribly wrong, or morally dubious and correct. In either case, stop immediately.
Ra’s al Ghul is a blip on her radar that won’t go away no matter how many times she, to continue the metaphor, fires torpedoes and nukes at it.
“Children means competition down the line. And the next time you call me Detective you will find how well I can detect and destroy your precious Lazarus pits. I hope this…child, if it comes into fruition, makes you cry someday.” She sneers. “For the record, I hope that not only does it piss you off, I hope that it does it in a spectacularly cruel and ingenious way that leaves you seething with rage. I also hope that if it is a girl she gauges your eye out with a stiletto. And if it is a boy, I still hope he gauges your eye out with a stiletto.”