Summary: A tragic incident as a child left Tim Drake with the ability to commune with the dead. It’s a skill he’s used to close some of the most confounding cases to come across his desk at Gotham City’s Major Crimes Unit. But when he learns of an apparent murder-suicide that could link to a very personal case he’s been working for ten years, he might need more than a connection to the afterlife to solve it. Especially when Detective Jason Todd, a man in denial about his own psychic abilities, is assigned lead on the same case.
Sparks immediately fly between the two detectives—and not necessarily in a good way—as they are forced to work together to take down a macabre serial killer before it’s too late.
You got it! And sorry for the lateness! Who knew not including Dick would make this so hard to write?
When Drake first came to the Manor, Damian was furious.
It was bad enough that Father was letting some back-alley harlot masquerade as one of his partners, but to actually allow some new child into their home? Without consulting Damian?
Was he not enough?
Damian immediately disregarded that thought. Of course he was enough. He was the perfect son, a master of multiple fighting styles, and a damn good detective. He was the perfect partner to the Batman—no one else was needed.
This child had no apparent skills (besides figuring out who Batman and Shadowbat were, but the 21-year-old was ignoring that), despite being just slightly older than Damian was when he arrived at the Manor. He was small and thin and could not look Damian in the eyes for more than 3 seconds before looking away in fear. He was completely untrained and unfit to be part of their lives. The boy’s only redeeming factor was that he did not speak unless prompted by Father.
But time passed, and Drake grew more comfortable—more confident. He chattered. He interrupted. He and the harlot encouraged each other, especially when it came to annoying Damian.
The boy was ruining the dynamic between Father and him. Quiet nights in the study reading were now spent in the living room watching movies, though Damian never joined. Quiet nights in the Cave solving the latest case were now noisy nights filled with incessant chatter that gave Damian a migraine.
Damian ignored the insight the boy sometimes had. He would never be a better detective than Damian and his father.
“Keep you in my mind.. ”
I came back, although I thought that I would never return to this fandom or to this block
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[Bonus close up below]
joker, sulking: you’re a horrible person
batman: and you’re a guy who wears eyeliner
joker: hey! it makes my eyes look good!
batman, softly: yeah, it does
Bruce: I never asked to be a father
Jason: you literally kidnapped me from the streets
Training montage dump
SOMEONE RECREATE THIS I CANNOT DRAW PLEASE