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“Making up a song about, Tim-o- thy ~~” Timothy sang, alone on the mat, “He’s a peach, he’s a doll, he’s a friend to me~” low sniffling as he sings to remind himself if he can’t find a “better” family. But how will he do that when he’s broken and bleeding after training with Batman? This doesn’t look “better” at all.
He looks at the bench where he place his look-alike doll, “He’s… as cute as a button in the eyes… of everyone who ever laid their eyes on–” he choked, “...Tim-o- thy ~”
Tim tried to sit up but couldn’t and only yelped in pain, ‘Before I turn nineteen… before nineteen…’ the Beldam and the boy made a time limit, now Tim had to rush. If it weren’t for the fact of his miscalculation of Batman being the perfect candidate as the “better” father and being his adoration of heroes or vigilantes, Timothy wouldn’t be here now.
‘I need to get up, I need to change…’ Timothy thought, ‘I need to find another “better” family!’ he screamed in his mind, the pain of his physical body had gone numbed already. A temporary body.
He didn’t have one anymore. Not like he wanted one anyway, he just wanted to be dead already but the eyes of the doll is watching Tim, the Beldam is watching his every move and must be grinning from ear to ear.
The training sessions, the missions, and the dismissal is making Tim panic in his heart because Beldam knows and sees everything.
He needed a better family fast .
But before that, Tim’s gotta stabilize Batman so that he could leave with a good conscience because if he doesn’t, it would feel like he was just using Batman.