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take all the light (and make it go black) by CrystalSelkie
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
06 Mar 2026
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His face is pale. Lips curled up in a grotesque smile. Torn up the cheeks, oozing blood that drips onto the cement floor. One hand rips at his dark hair, greasy and limp over manic eyes. The other hangs at his side, limply clinging to a gun. “Ha ha ha-” Half frantic laughter, half distraught sobs that rattle through his chest.
Between them, the Joker’s body. Blood blossoming around his head. Brain matter spattered on the floor. Smiling. Eyes vacantly staring up at the ceiling.
“Hahahahaha-”
Bruce approaches slowly. Like he’s approaching a skittish animal. “Tim,” he says softly, and the boy blinks at him, still laughing, still sobbing. There are tears in his eyes. “Tim, put down the gun.”
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08 Mar 2026
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Bruce wakes with a snort and a crick in his neck.
Wincing, he picks his twinging neck up slowly, blinking grit out of his eyes. The tv is still on, flickering in the otherwise dark room.
“Is it possible… that aliens are responsible for the tragic wreck of the Titanic?” a narrator is asking.
Tim is still dead weight across his legs. Bruce can feel a damp patch on his sweatpants where he’s drooled on him.
Bruce digs his phone out of his pocket, careful not to disturb him.
4:32am.
Fuck.
Tim was due to be woken up for a concussion check over three hours ago.
“Tim,” he murmurs, rough with sleep. “Wake up, bud.” He shakes him gently.
When he doesn’t stir, he shakes him again, harder, sighing softly - Tim always is dead to the world on the rare occasions he actually sleeps. “Tim,” he repeats, louder, a normal speaking volume.
He tugs on his shoulder, rolling him towards Bruce.
There’s no resistance.
Tim’s head lolls.
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01 Mar 2026
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Jason didn’t know when it started. If he thought about it, he remembered the bright light that surrounded his mom in her last days. After that, he noticed the way some people lit up, outlined in a growing brightness that emitted from the edges of their beings. The brighter the individual, the closer they were to death.
At the parties that Bruce insisted on dragging him to, he expected the dim light from the tired old businessmen who drank too much and were limping closer to their ends, glowing a little more every time Jason saw them.
What he did not expect was for the 12-year-old neighbor kid to light up like a damn Christmas tree the second Jason laid his eyes on him.
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01 Mar 2026
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It started when he was almost too young to remember.
Do not speak, unless you are spoken to.
Sit still through this whole meeting.
Do not let them notice you.It was a game. And Tim was used to winning.
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28 Feb 2026
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Self-Destructive Tendencies by BeanBerries
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics)
13 Oct 2024
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In the wake of Bruce’s return from the timestream, Tim Drake struggles to find his place. Despite the sacrifices Tim made and the losses he faced for them, it seems his family has moved on without him. It’s not hard to jump to the conclusion that he is no longer needed or wanted, and Red Robin suddenly is not bothered by the blows he takes and the bones he breaks.
It’s Dick Grayson who notices and faces the consequences of what he and the rest of the family has failed to do for Tim Drake. He just hopes it’s not too late to make amends.
_______________________Dick clasps the kid’s forearm before he can move to grab his shoes again and spins Tim back around, “Talk to me. Please.”
Tim shakes his arm loose of Dick’s hold, irritation pulling at his brows as he opens his mouth to tell his brother off, but to both of their dismay, Tim can’t seem to push any words out. He clamps his teeth around the beginning of a word, then takes an aborted step back. In a flash, his face morphs into one of anguish.
“I think—“ Tim chokes,“I think I’m trying to die.”
Admitting it is the catalyst that cracks Tim’s resolve.
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26 Feb 2026