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There are two ways to find peace: leave the world behind, or let it pull you back. Tim almost chose the first. His family wouldn't let him.
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Black Sheep by Plaintea
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), DCU, Young Justice (Comics), Young Justice - All Media Types
16 Jul 2025
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“Brother … stop!”
“It’s us! … family.”
“Snap out of it! What’s wrong with you?”
The words intertwine with the insane ramblings within his own mind.
There’s a blade in his hand. It’s resting precariously over Damian’s pulse point.
He digs it in deeper.
He could kill him now. He really wants to.
His eyes meet Ra’s, waiting for permission.
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There was a time when people used to call Jason the black sheep of the family.
Turns out the Robin mantle wasn’t the only title that Tim inherited.
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- Part 1 of When The Dead Don’t Stay Buried
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The Lonely by RedQueenReigns
Fandom Batman - All Media Types, Coraline (2009), Coraline - Neil Gaiman
23 Oct 2025
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Death is usually the end. Finality. That's kind of the definition of it.
And falling several stories toward concrete usually meant death. Timothy Drake had certainly assumed as much in the final seconds before he hit the sidewalk at terminal velocity.
But Tim should have realized that, given the complexity of his life, his death would never be that cut and dry.
Enter: a severed head, ten missing months, and an immortal cult leader.
A little less simple. And for some reason, Jason Todd seems to have some answers to his missing months and the violent urge that curdles beneath his skin.
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“Baby Bird?” Jason’s voice shifted, softened into something almost fragile, as if he were speaking to a child. Maybe, in his eyes, Tim was exactly that. The familiar nickname—so wrong, so tender—sent a tremor down Tim’s spine. Jason never called him that. Jason never spoke to him with warmth.
Jason hated Tim.
He shut his eyes tight, praying this was just a cruel dream. But then warm hands cupped his face, grounding him. A metallic clatter echoed through the cave, sharp and final. The gun had hit the floor.
“No, no, no—don’t close those blue eyes, Baby Bird. Look at me,” this time Jason’s voice cracked into a plea. Every word trembled with fear, with a need that made Tim’s chest tighten painfully. Tim bit down on a sob, the taste of salt and blood filling his mouth, forcing himself to lift his gaze and meet the toxic green fire of Jason’s eyes once more. He could feel the tremor in Jason’s hands, the way his knees pressed into the cold floor, and it made his own body ache with tension.
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Tim wakes up in Gotham, which looks too foreign, but he finds a home there.