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    "If Todd skipped out on too many family meals, Grayson would be marching over to one of his safe houses and dragging him to the manor. If Brown or Cain was gone on a mission for too long, the family would make time for them to relax and Pennyworth would make their favorite meals to entice them to dinner. If Damian was too far into his head and feeling frustrated they would give him enough space that he didn't feel coddled but also open that door for him and eventually force him out of his own head.
    But Drake... He hadn't come to family dinner for three months now, Todd never made it to the two month mark. Drake hasn't come back to the manor after a mission for anything longer than a sitrep and debrief. (Of which Drake consistently lied about and avoided medical attention every night and not once did anyone call him on it). And Drake was always in his own head and no one seemed to bother to pull him out. No one coddled, no open doors, no forcing him to float, just... letting him drown."
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    Or Damian notices Tim is treated differently than the rest of the family and wants to know why and he's determined to bring him back through bonding.

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    Tim was still falling when a sudden sound penetrated his mind. This time it was not soft like silence. It was sharp. It made Tim's head hurt. Tim wanted to smash it. And he did. It stopped for a moment. Everything halted. Then, the sound came back. It was too similar to his phone ringing.

    Tim sat up abruptly. His phone. His phone was ringing, laying in the corner. Screen visibly cracked. Tim groans. Great. One more task added to his endless shitlist. Tim hastily walked up and shock ran through his veins. Dick. Dick was calling him. Tim froze. The call ended.
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    Tim's supposed family never call him, not unless they want a favour and this time the favour isn't as simple or as easy as hacking in government files or finding something for someone on black market. This time he had to pick the Demon Brat up from school.

     

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    Tim and Dami bonding because I love them so much.

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    In order to save the world from an intergalactic threat, the Gotham Bats are forced to reveal their identities in the stupidest way possible.

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    “C’mon you don’t have to do the tough guy act with me,” Dick said, hiding what was probably broken ribs by the way he wheezed after Tim landed on him, “It’s only been a few days since you were shot.”

    Tim sighed. He knew Dick was too busy to read the full debriefs for files he wasn’t actively working on, but for him to mess up such a simple bit of information was laughable. Instead of correcting his brother, or being pedantic about Dick’s word choice with “a few”, Tim took the high road and simply rolled his eyes and began to make his way up the stairs on his own again.

    After all, Tim hadn’t been shot.

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    Tim slowly loses his memory. And who is Tim Drake without his mind?

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    07 Jan 2026

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    Memory File Corrupted by Marsinyellow

    “C’mon you don’t have to do the tough guy act with me,” Dick said, hiding what was probably broken ribs by the way he wheezed after Tim landed on him, “It’s only been a few days since you were shot.”

    Tim sighed. He knew Dick was too busy to read the full debriefs for files he wasn’t actively working on, but for him to mess up such a simple bit of information was laughable. Instead of correcting his brother, or being pedantic about Dick’s word choice with “a few”, Tim took the high road and simply rolled his eyes and began to make his way up the stairs on his own again.

    After all, Tim hadn’t been shot.

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    Tim slowly loses his memory. And who is Tim Drake without his mind?

     

    https://www.ao3.icu/works/72869221?view_full_work=true
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    Timothy’s body was nothing but a byproduct of violence and death. The pit healed his wounds but left scars that burned worse. He was ugly, he knew, but it hardly bothered him. Ugly things were real and permanent. They marred the world, left their mark wherever they went. It was not his ugliness that unnerved him. It was his simplistic mind that he was ashamed of.

    His body was broken but his mind was carved empty. He’d been brilliant once, he was sure. Sometimes Ra’s told him stories of his past intelligence, of the times when he called him Detective. Timothy listened to those stories with childish envy, unable to comprehend how the person Ra’s spoke of with such pride had been him.

    Sometimes, he thought the Bat might love him. Then he would remember that he wasn't the one he looked at with such soft eyes and he'd think of the Tim that the Bat wanted with such visceral hatred that he scared himself.

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    Timothy forgets. Ra's lies. His family is there for him, come hell or high water.

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    29 Dec 2025

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    you're breaking me down to nothing (not that I was ever anything) by BronzeLining

    Timothy’s body was nothing but a byproduct of violence and death. The pit healed his wounds but left scars that burned worse. He was ugly, he knew, but it hardly bothered him. Ugly things were real and permanent. They marred the world, left their mark wherever they went. It was not his ugliness that unnerved him. It was his simplistic mind that he was ashamed of.

    His body was broken but his mind was carved empty. He’d been brilliant once, he was sure. Sometimes Ra’s told him stories of his past intelligence, of the times when he called him Detective. Timothy listened to those stories with childish envy, unable to comprehend how the person Ra’s spoke of with such pride had been him.

    Sometimes, he thought the Bat might love him. Then he would remember that he wasn't the one he looked at with such soft eyes and he'd think of the Tim that the Bat wanted with such visceral hatred that he scared himself.

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    Timothy forgets. Ra's lies. His family is there for him, come hell or high water.

     

    https://www.ao3.icu/works/75663951?view_full_work=true

    Chap 8