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    “Don’t move,” Jason whispers. “If we don’t move he won’t see us.”

    “That’s for a T-rex and it’s a lie. They could very well kill you even then.”

    “You are shitting on my hopes and dreams, Replacement.”

    “I’m not. I’m just saying —”

    “Todd,” Damian calls and when he gets no answer from Jason, he whimpers, “Drake.”

    “I can't believe I'm saying this but he’s breaking my heart, dude."

    “Shut up, don’t give in. It’s a trap.” Jason says. “It’s a trap —”

    They lose both the battle and the war when Damian stops waiting for them and instead stumbles forward, almost drunkenly, and unceremoniously flops himself on Jason’s front, full-on crying against his chest.

    “Jesus fuck, Baby-bat. Who do I have to kill?”

    (Or the one where Jason and Tim come to the Manor on the early hours of the day after a long night of patrol and they find weird new kind of life form out of this world that cries with snot and all inside the Manor. It takes them some time, because they are both dumbasses, to convince themselves that's actually their little brother crying his eyes out.)

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    16 May 2026

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    Tim should be excited, right?

    He had asked for this, spent weeks hoping it would work out. Tim wanted this. Wanted to move in with the Waynes, wanted desperately to not be so alone anymore.

    And yet, for some reason, he didn't feel better. It was as though he'd been set adrift, none of the anchors of his old life left to cling to. No rocks, no routines. And even though everything at Wayne Manor was better, it was so very different.

    Or: When you're autistic, even the best changes can still be overwhelming. The Manor comes with more interaction, with more noise, with more life and Tim doesn't know how to handle it. Things come to a head with the first meltdown Tim's had outside of his carefully constructed hiding place.

    The biggest change of all is that now there are people to catch Tim when he's falling.

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    06 May 2026

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    The whistles were for the Waynes. Tim may have forced himself to be a bird, but it wasn’t his place to force himself into their lives even more. There was a line that Tim still wasn’t allowing himself to cross. He was here first as a crutch for Bruce, now as a tool to help control the crime in Gotham.

    OR: Tim doesn't know the whistle code, at first. He ends up wishing that he did know both the code, and how to finger whistle.

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    Day Nine of RHR Promptober: Birds

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    03 May 2026

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    Once upon a time, Tim Drake was Robin.

    And he was 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

    But he wasn't chosen.

    And that's fine, okay? It was a delicate situation, he understood that then and he understands it now. He doesn't hold it against Bruce, or Dick, or anyone after him who benefited from the Batman that he fixed. It's just, he hadn't realized how many things he lost out on while fixing Batman.

    The ice cream just seems to be the final straw.

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    21 Apr 2026

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    “Let's start with something easier,” blue man says. “Can you tell me your name?”

    “Timothy Jatson Drate,” Tim replies. Then he frowns. “I tan’t say it right.”

    Cuh sounds and guh sounds are difficult for Tim. Mommy says he'll get the hang of them if he keeps practicing though.

    “That's okay, Tim,” blue man smiles again. “How old are you?”

    Tim knows this one. He's been working really hard on his numbers. “Four!” He holds up four fingers. “That's this many!”

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    Four-year-old Tim is having a sleepover with the Waynes. He just wishes he knew when his parents were going to call.

    (Meanwhile, Tim's family are trying desperately to avoid letting him know that until yesterday he was seventeen – and that his parents won't call him ever again.)

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    17 Apr 2026