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The Memory of You (*Reupload* I'm so sorry) by HollowW00ds
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types
09 Oct 2025
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Tim Drake died when Jason attacked Titans Tower. It turns out that having a slit throat and multiple broken bones as well as other injuries do not do well for vitality. Now he's trapped in the home of the same family that killed him. That is until a JL meeting causes unexpected reunions.
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Tim dies but is still kind of kept alive because he has a soul bond with Kon (not that he knows it) it's just that... no one can see him.Also just to make it clear, Tim still ages as a "ghost." He is 18 almost 19 in this fic, so the same age as Kon.
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11 Oct 2025
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Tim Drake used to love photography. He used to be pretty damn good at it, too.
He doesn't do it so much anymore.
And he isn't sure why that seems to bother Damian so much.
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A plague breaks out in Gotham. Tim is reminded of the Clench a few years back. He's also now immunocompromised.
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08 Sep 2025
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Orders: in sickness and death
A plague breaks out in Gotham. Tim is reminded of the Clench a few years back. He's also now immunocompromised.
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Bookmarked by Saccha
06 Oct 2025
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A well intentioned but badly thought out shovel talk has serious consequences.
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Trust Fall (Doubt You'll Catch Me) by Lovechraft
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics)
27 Sep 2025
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It sucked that Tim couldn't trust his family. They had either been his abusers or bystanders, but even when he tried to take himself off their hands, they clung to him like a sticky residue. Trapped, he felt like a mouse beneath a cat's paw, and he knew the only escape would be a clean-cut break with no room for interpretion.
Somehow, they made room for interpretation.
“Bruce,” Tim rasped, his discarded Red Robin suit a thousand pound weight in his hands, clean and ready to go in its case. “You don’t even *like* me.”
The truth dangled between them like a spider’s web clinging to separate walls.To no one’s shock, Batman said nothing. The only sounds in the cave were the shuffling of bats and Tim’s bike rumbling softly at the entrance, waiting patiently for him to make his escape.