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Things We Only Talk About After Dark by BabblingBookends
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
06 May 2023
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The whole scenario had been strange, Bruce reflected later, on his way to bed. Jason didn't regularly stand in alleys, ignoring his surroundings, talking about half-remembered memories.
And yet…
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29 Oct 2025
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“I’m on my way.”'
“Dick, that’s really not necessary-”
“Can you please try to not make Jason being sick about you?”
There is, in Bruce’s opinion, an unnecessary sharpness to his son’s words. Everything is a fight with Dick these days. Lately, he’s been largely ignoring the jabs, maybe snapping back more often than he’s proud of. Tonight, Bruce just sighs.
Or, Jason is sick and Alfred is out of town. Things are a little rocky, but everyone (mostly Jason) is trying.
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29 Oct 2025
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Jason inadvertently gets a cat - this is how everyone in his family finds out.
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Gravity Brought the Stars Together (What Keeps You and Me?) by GigiBells
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
27 Oct 2025
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Jason and Bruce go stargazing.
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27 Oct 2025
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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 | ghostsSeries
- Part 11 of Whumptober 2021