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Tim settled down in the penthouse, after a long day at work. and checked his phone. A few texts in the Titans group chat here, an email from Lucious there, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary until Tim received a text from an unknown number that Tim, well, he knows . As soon as he reads it he calls Barbra, frantic.
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“Tim, slow down, how do you know?”
“Pru sent me a text, I don’t- Babs, if this gets out, I’m going to be hunted like sport!”
“Who’s Pru- not important, how do we fix this?”
Tim looks down at the text, Ra’s found out, I’m sorry birdie , “I don’t know,” Tim whispers, “I don’t know.”
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There’s not much he can do honestly, short of killing himself, which didn’t go over well with Gotham at all, and he doesn’t think it would go over well with his family either.
“-Tim!”
Tim flinches, “Sorry, Dick, I-” he sighs, and looks down.
“I know Timmy, but I really need you to be here with me,” Tim nods.
You’ve got this. You’ll be okay.
“I’m sorry, I’m here now.”
“Good, now let’s figure out ways to fight this.”
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They don’t have much, the plan mostly involves hopping Tim from safe house to safe house across the world to keep Ra’s, and the hired assassins, and the bounty hunters, and the cult members, and dark magicians, and Visitant Trackers, and- you get the point, people want Tim so that they can use him as either a human sacrifice or a slave. Either way, the plan’s the same.
They use different offshore accounts -with such ridiculous money transfers, that no one would be able to track them properly - to buy and stock various safe houses across the globe for Tim to hide out in. Another hero will be with him at all times as a bodyguard and backup. Tim continues to get info from his - it’s not a spy - network, to manipulate things enough to either prove the rumors false, get people to believe that he isn’t a City Visitant, fake his death, or confuse people enough that they get off his trail. Tim is… he’s so tired. Things were finally calming down to their regular crazy, he thought- it doesn’t matter really, but- he thought he could have this. If only for a little while.
And worse, Gotham had been crying. Well, everyone’s been crying but he's emotionally connected to Gotham. It’s… not been fun.