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What’s the point of anything?
Bruce was mad at him for screwing up on the field, he got the wrong information and Dick was benched now because of an injury.
Dick ignored him because we was too focused on his other brothers.
Jason hated his replacement.
Damian hated the pretender.
Steph faked her death and hasn’t talked to Tim ever since then.
Alfred didn’t support him on his life decisions.
Bart was mad at him for lying about what he did during his mission to save Bruce from being stuck in the time stream.
And Kon… God, Kon despised him. At least that’s what it looked like. Kon can’t even look in his eyes without his face becoming one of disgust, mouth pulled down and everything, like he was smelling some disgusting trash.
Tim really doesn’t know what to do.
He’s alone. Truly alone.
He has never in his life been so lonely. Not even when his parents would leave him on his own for months on end, during those years he had Mrs. Mac.
Now he has no one.
Was he the problem? Was he such a terrible person that no one wanted him by their side?
He just wanted to disappear.
Not only disappear, he wanted to die.
To die by his own hands. Not on combat, and definitely not by the hands of Bruce’s sons.
He wanted to drown, to throw himself in the Gotham Bay in the cold winter, where he wouldn’t even have the strength to keep himself from drowning.
He wanted to take a swan dive off the roof of the highest building in Gotham, the Wayne Enterprises, wouldn’t it be great news? ‘The youngest CEO, Timothy Drake, commits suicide on the building of his own company.’ He honestly thought it was kind of iconic.
He wanted to overdose on his medication, and forget about everything that has happened in his life so far.
He wanted to slit his wrist and watch the blood flow, painting everything a deep vivid red. He wanted to feel the life inside of him leaving, turning him into an empty body, void of any light.
Would anyone notice if he did?
Would they care?
He didn’t think so. They didn’t even realize he wasn’t living in the Manor anymore.
Or maybe they did, they just didn’t care enough to comment about it with him.
His head was filled with what ifs.
And now he was in his Red Robin suit on top of WE, currently looking at the ground and almost caving in to jumping.
He closed his eyes and…