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“No, no….please, no!
Tim sat in a what appears to be a torture room, though it looked more like a make shift bedroom for a little kid, with sky rotting wallpaper ripped down the middle.
It smelt like rusty metel l, most lickely to be the thing his Hands and feet were tied to. he didn’t try to struggle he learnt not to.
he was transfixed at the scene in front of him.
The man? Demon? Clown? was opposite the boy with a horrid grin on his face, then turned to reveal the disgusting, revolting “joker” Tim muttered under his breath
“my my little robin out all on his own we will just have to teach him a lesson won’t we doll face?” the joker sang.
Behind the clown appeared a woman who was non other than Harley Quinn, now laughing along with her companion, as he pulled out a machine with a rusty chain he powered it on and it started rattling he lifted it high in the air.....
“Fuck”
JJ woke up in his bed in the manor. Tim had gone to take a nap after coming back from patrol that night, and staying up to finish a case.
Like seriously Tim, can’t you sleep like a normal person?
But then again, its not normal to have nightmares of your trauma nearly every night, Right?
JJ sits up and decides to do some drawing of. him, his mama and papa to get his mind of the dream that tim considered scary, though it was a daily occurrence to JJ back then.
He added mamas big loopy pigtails, her checkered suit that wasen't ichy as his had been and, papas green hair he made a scribble, and hollow eyes with a suit on that looked a lot like his own.
Which was comforting in a way.
JJ signed his name and wrote papa's and mama's names next to his.
Just as he was just finishing up his amazing drawing of his mama and papa, a knock on his door startled him, and whoever knocked had the audacity to just open it up without waiting for a response. “hey baby bird dinners soon soo…”
god he must look stupid trying to cover up his drawings, with his arms stretched across his desk. It was dicky, so he definitely can not show him his masterpiece.
“What you got there timbers?” Dick tried to peek over through his arms to see what his little bird was doing.
“Nothing” JJ did an amazing impersonation of Tim since he’d practiced all these years.
He had finally prefected the 'trying not to sound posh' accent tim had a couple of months ago as JJ has his mama's accent .
“Huh ok. As I was saying, dinners soon.... well actually, it’s now we thought you were still asleep but we heard a noise. soooo come down when your ready ok?”
Dick said as his smile dipped a bit from his face, hoping the secrecy how tim struggled with sleeping had stoped, but he guesses not.
“Ok” JJ didn’t like pretending to be Tim. it was exhausting and BORINGGGGGGG. He dident even notice the look of disappointment on dick's face.
Dick left with a sigh. Hopefully dick thought JJ was just tired. Fingers crossed.
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JJ walks into the dinning room to find Alfred handing out tea, Jason sat opposite the empty chair reserved for Tim (he hopes. He hasen't fronted in a couple of weeks)
That’s when Jason starts his monthly (weekly) tradition “seriously B have you seen the news, the fucking Joker escaped. AGAIN! And took five hostages already.” Jason kept going while JJ just had to sit there lisening to what the dead bird is saying about his papa
Jason kept going on and on about the joker, and his death, and literally every little thing that bothered him.
Ugh.
Eventually the plates had been packed away, and Alfred left towards the kitchen, probably to wash up.
JJ was yearning for a shower. Plus to continue his drawings, add some pretty colors
JJ got up and noticed the people around the table were staring at him.
Alfred came in just moments latter with a tray of apple crumble it looked delish.
"oh"
JJ wasent used to a type of routine were there was pudding. He NEVER had any with his mama and papa so, when he was proven wrong, he hurried to sit back down.
"sorry i forgot we had pud- dessert" he did a sheepish smile "I guess im still halve asleep."
Jason gave a look to dick as to say 'is he ok' dick gave a reassuring look in return.
JJ ate his crumble quite quickly, hoping to avoid getting questioned about forgeting a thing 'we do every single night even if we dont want to' from what Damian had said under his breath.
Once they were all finished and plates empty (JJ had left a few crumbs left just to not look to greedy as mama always said to not be) he asked to be excused in a polite manner at tim does.
Damian squints over at JJ arms crossed and asks in a dead tone "are you sure your ok drake, you look more tired than usual?" JJ thinks Damian is just trying to be nice but it dident sound like it
"geee thanks" JJ stands up as jason Bruce and Alfred eye him. He gives a look at Alfred and in response follows JJ out.
Alfred turns to shut the door to the dinning room. He turns to look at JJ who has a hand in his pocket which no doubt has a packet of contraband in it (sour pach kids, JJ's favorite. Alfred has always been JJ favorite of all the bats so, he gave a large smile as he made real movements. Of JJ not Tim.
Alfred smiled back "master JJ how are you feeling today" as they started walking up the stairs is a slow pace.
"jus peachy alfie, how bout ya? JJ diden't have to look up, everyone knew 'peachy' meant the opposite, alfie Especially knew this as JJ used the word alot.
"Is there anything you would wish to talk about master JJ"Alfred had a reassuring smile.
He looked like a Grampa which made JJ chuckle, and Alfred dident even flinch. (one of the reasons JJ liked alfie.)
"nah. Im good fanks dough alfie." they arived at Tim's bedroom door and said there goodbye's. JJ whatched as Alfred glided back towards the steps, hands clasped behind his back.
JJ got undressed, ready to take a shower which he needed and whanted so he wasent reluctant in any way to get in. He got in and the water was scolding hot JJ turned it down only a little bit because..
Hot water = safe in the manor
Cold water = meant the wearhouse in which he dosent miss in the slightest.
It was quiet. And when it was quiet JJ started thinking about all sorts.
He started thinking about Jason, and how he said 'the joker escaped' papa escaped the hotel (thats what papa called it) that jason called arkham. So he escaped thats a good thing...right? No! Its not a good thing, Tim used to have to keep remiding JJ not to run back to his mama and papa but JJ missed them.
JJ counted the creaking of the pipes..
...1..2....3......4.
Until it wasent creaks any more it was. More shallow, more hollow. Footsteps. Oh no!
JJ rushed, as he heard a knock, then a creak of the door that definitely needs to be oiled soon. He put the towel around his waist not having time to get dressed.
JJ hates it when theres people in there room.
Could it be alfie? Batsy? Dicky?
There was only one way to find out. JJ cautiously opend the door, and put together the perfect tim impression.
No!
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_15 minutes earlier_
Bruce noticed the crumbs left on tims plate. Tim never left crumbs, its wierd tim has been acting strange today. Just as he was about to go up to tims room to chat Jason stood up
"Im gunna go check on replacement he's acting weird."
Dick gave a nod of approval, so did Damian.
Jason went over to the kicken to put his plate away, whashed it up then headed out about 10 minutes later as he heard the pipes creek earlier which meant tim was in the shower he headed up the woden stairs planning on waiting in Tim's room till he was done in the shower.
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Across the room from JJ stood a broad large body with a denim jacket and jeans he was staring at the desk JJ followed his line of sight to come across Jason staring at his drawings of him with is mama and papa not having yet coloured it in.
How? How could he be that stupid? bea, and tim are going to get supper mad especially Jason, who now had a green tint in his eyes.
He forgot to lock the door. Stupid, stupid.
And he'd forgot to put the drawings away. ughhh.
Jason looked up at JJ now shooting warning alarms at every wall.
"what the FUCK is this shit?!"