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    Graveyard mud, heavy and dark, clinging to a stained and torn suit. One shoe missing, a leg bent awkwardly and blood staining a bare foot.

    Milk white skin beneath the mud, black hair hanging in muddy clumps around his ears. Blue eyes staring back at him, animal-bright and dilated in the brief moment before he flinches back from the light with a cry of pain that stabs through Jason to the soul.

    His shaking hand closes around the flashlight before he can even think about it, cutting off the piercing beam and letting it spill out in shards between his fingers. For a petrifying moment as his eyes readjust, he’s sure that when he looks again, there will be nothing there.

    “Tim?” he whispers.

    The lean and ragged figure, tiny, god he’s so small, lowers his hands away from his face, away from his eyes wide and glittering almost silver in the moonlight.

    Hands, mud-covered and torn. The red of his shredded fingernails is sickeningly dark in the broken light.

    He’s vomiting before he even feels the bile making its way up his throat.

    Day 30: DIGGING YOUR GRAVE
    major character death | left for dead | ghosts

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    08 Nov 2025

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    Tim and Jason are more similar than they'd prefer

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    He has never argued with a punishment, not since he was a toddler, if then. Surely she’ll listen, surely she’ll see this is too harsh, that he wouldn’t be disrespecting her like this if he was simply sulking over not getting his way. He needs that food, needs to be able to eat enough if he wants to be Robin.

    He’s been hungry before, but back then, it never mattered if he was a little weak or dizzy. It never risked his life or the life of his partner when he was a kid.

    She turns, sighing softly and pursing her lips. She reaches out to pat his cheek, and for a moment his heart soars hopefully, and he barely restrains himself from leaning into the rare bit of contact and soaking up his mother’s touch. “Oh, Timothy,” she tuts. “This is for the best. And honestly, I think it’s wise for you to cut down a bit on the snacks. I’d hate to have to listen to anyone tittering at the next gala that you’re getting chubby.”

    And without another backwards glance, she turns and heads upstairs, leaving Tim alone and frozen at the bottom of the steps.

    Day 6 - TOUCH AND GO
    bruises | touch starved | hunger

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    Cooking with Cassandra is like cooking with a ghost.

    It’s taken getting used to. His experience with children has made him very gifted at listening to them talk about the many things they’re passionate about, at asking the right questions to get their eyes to light up as they share their thoughts on the books they’re reading or the projects they’re working on.

    It has not prepared him for the tiny, silent presence that now likes to lurk in the cabinets under the counter while he works.

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    There’s a small half-moon of blood under the white of Tim’s nail where he bent it. He studies the red of it, feeling foggy and dreamlike. “Can I ask you a question?”

    His brother’s eyes flick to him and away again, surprised and wary. “What?”

    His nail doesn’t hurt much, just the dullest of aches when he presses down against it. “When you were homeless, you slept with people for money, didn’t you?”

    Jason jerks like he’s been slapped. His knuckles are so pale where they grip the steering wheel they suddenly look more bone than flesh. “Did I -”

    “Was it worth it?” Tim asks, drifting like a cloud over whatever furious reaction Jason was about to give him. “The money, I mean.”

    His sternum slams into the seatbelt with bruising force. Unbraced for it, his head whips forward and back against his seat as they swerve off the road again and skid to a halt with a screech of rubber.

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