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The Bird’s Baby Bug

Chapter 2

Ch. 1

Tim: 19 Mari: 10

Three in the morning, it was three in the f*ing morning and Jason was not having it. But unfortunately for him, whoever was calling wouldn’t stop! Fine, Jason would answer the phone, but he wouldn’t sound happy doing it!

“What the f* do you want?” He growled, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. Tonight was supposed to be his night of d*it.

“Jason, Jason thank G*.” Tim gasped in relief, it honestly shocked him. He and the replacement were definitely not on the best of terms, so why would he sound so relieved that he answered his phone. “Before you hang up,” he rambled quickly, “I could really use your help. This isn’t about me, it's about a kid that The League of Assassins kidnapped.”

Jason froze at that, what the f* was the replacement doing in The League of F*ing Assassins. “I’m sorry, but what now?”

Tim sighed through the phone, like he had any right to be exasperated like he hasn’t been radio silent for over six g*d*ng months and called him –the guy that has tried to murder him on multiple occasions–for help . “Look, it's a long story, but I need to get her out before Ra’s comes back, I’ll explain everything then. Sending my coordinates now.” Jason was about to respond, before he could the quick beep, beep, beep that singled the end of the call echoed in his ears. Son of a b*!

Jason glared at the phone, like he could will Tim to magically appear out of it so he could strangle him, but nothing happened. With one last sigh, Jason got out of bed and began to get ready to return to one of the many places that haunted his nightmares. Making a few calls to his lieutenants, telling them to make sure everyone stayed in line and demanding updates every night, he grabbed his emergency duffle bag and headed out.

_______ Tim didn’t want to admit how attached he became to the small girl over the span of a few hours. She was so small, and despite the horrors she had been forced to endure she was one of the sweetest people he’s ever met. Having learned that she had (unsurprisingly) not been allowed any form of education in her captivity, he had taken it upon himself to become her tutor while they waited for Jason. They drew, he helped her with numbers, helped her with her English and French, and when she was asleep in his bed, he would continue his investigation into Bruce’s whereabouts.

He had been tracking Jason’s progress through a code that he had activated on Jason’s phone when the man had picked up. It had taken him nearly three days to get here, and if everything went according to plan, he should be here within the next three hours. On the third day Tim began to explain in heavy detail to Marinette how he was going to free her from this Hell Hole and how she would go with his brother until he finished his mission here.

“So you’re leaving me?” Marinette whispered in broken English, her voice breaking slightly, though no tears welled in her eyes. Tim felt awful, but if he wanted to find Bruce, destroy the Pits, and avoid Ra’s; then this was his best course of action.

“It won’t be for very long,” he whispered, gently tucking a strand of her long dark hair behind one of her small ears. “I’ll be back before you know it, and Jason will take great care of you. He’s very protective of kids. Don’t tell him I said this,” he whispered into her ear, a mischievous smirk on his lips, “Jason may seem like a baddy, but he’s really just an oversized teddy bear.” (A teddy bear that would actually tear anyone and anything apart if he so felt like it.)

His heart melted when Marinette giggled, and goodness he didn’t want to let this small bean go. He quickly pulled the small child against his chest, giving her a tight embrace, relieved when she quickly returned it rather than shrinking away like she had a few times before. “You’re so brave Marinette. Never forget that.” He whispered.

The two stayed like that for only a few moments longer before he slowly pulled away with an affectionate hair ruffle. The moment was curtly interrupted when his door was forced open, and Tim knew who it was before he even turned around. There were only two people that existed on this base that would dare come into his room unannounced.

“Detective.” Ra’s greeted stoically. Tim cursed under his breath, Ra’s should have been gone for at least another day. Tim turned around, keeping Marinette tucked behind him. “I see you’ve met my little pet project.” He stated, never taking his cold gaze off Tim. Tim glared back at the man; his resolve to save the small child growing stronger the longer Marinette held onto the back of his shirt, tightening her trembling grip like it was her only lifeline. “I would ask you please return it to me, it is a very important asset that I would like to keep close.”

The sound of Marinette’s whimper made Tim feel almost animalistic with the need to protect. It was as exhilarating as it was horrifying. “No,” he snarled, “I don’t think I will. I’m sure that you have enough of her blood to fill each and every one of your Lazarus Pits to the brim.” He growled out, reaching for the bo staff at his side.

“Don’t be ridiculous Detective”, Ra’s sighed sounding almost exasperated, though he didn’t come any closer…yet. “Surely you know the reason we must keep her close, despite her blood’s usefulness.” Unfortunately Tim did understand what Ra’s was getting at. He had been reading through any and all files that pertained to “Subject E131”. Ra’s intended to use Marinette as a weapon; training and enhancing her powers so that she could use her control of plant life–and maybe even animal life–to use against his enemies—in other words, a better “model” of Poison Ivy. He wouldn’t let that be her fate, she would not be another pawn in Ra’s sick games.

“Yes, but I’m afraid that I can’t let that happen.” Snap . His staff snapped open, ready for whatever Ra’s had planned. Ra’s simply smirked, a twinkle in his eyes that sent a shiver down Tim’s spine.

“Very well Detective, have it your way.” Ra’s was fast, faster than Tim was expecting, but not fast enough. Tim shot his staff into the air, blocking the blow before using the momentum to push Ra’s sword away from him.

“Is this child really worth the risk of not being able to see your father again, Detective? Without my help, he’ll be lost forever.”

Tim ground his teeth, he wouldn’t let this manipulative ba* invade his mind. If he was as great of a detective as Ra’s claimed him to be, then he didn’t need Ra’s. He would find Bruce on his own, and show everyone that he wasn’t crazy. He would protect this child, because she deserved to feel safe.

He looked around for an opening while gently bushing the small child away from, but still behind, him. He couldn’t risk her safety more than he already is. Jason was out there, he would be here soon. He just needed to stall Ra’s and make it to the drop off point.

Ra’s attacked once more, this time trying to move around him, switching their positions so that Marinette would be right behind Ra’s. Tim wouldn’t let that happen though. He kept his feet solidly on the ground pushing against Ra’s momentum. The sound of Ra’s blade against his staff was a sharp clash as each fighter swung and danced around the other. “It is such a shame, Detective. I truly thought that you would join me as my right hand.”

Tim felt a vicious smirk fall onto his lips—the same smirk he used to strike fear into Gotham’s criminal underbelly—, “Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t murder those who stand against me.”

“Maybe now, but you could learn. You could come to see how efficient it is when you are trying to truly bring order to the world.”

“Yes, because torturing kids is definitely the “best way” of creating “order”.” He growled, ducking under Ra’s sword before throwing a right slam towards Ra’s abdomen.

Beep Beep

Jason was 30 minutes out. He must have been pushing his bike for all it’s worth if he got here that fast, Tim thought while using a downward thrust. Ra’s jumped back, surveying the room. He watched with glee as the cruel, condescending smile on Ra’s face fell away into a frustrated sneer.

“Where is she?” He demanded coldly.

Tim’s smile grew. “What, you thought I didn’t have a plan for if you came back early?” Tim had discovered a trap door under the bed that led to a small cave right at the edge of the base. Exactly where he told Jason to meet them. Ra’s must have forgotten about it with how big the base was, or simply did not believe that Tim would have found the small passage.

“I see I’ve underestimated you, Detective.” Ra’s sneered.

Tim simply chirped, “Your mistake.” Before he launched into a series of strikes, no longer afraid that he’d accidentally hurt Marinette. Ra’s blocked his strikes, only allowing him to get two or three before Ra’s countered him blow for blow. Tim allowed himself to be spun by Ra’s attack, following the movement so his back was to the door, just as he planned. Before Ra’s could strike down his next blow Tim was moving, running out of the room and through the seemingly deserted corridors.

He needed to distract the others, keep them far away from Mari and the drop off point, so he was strangely relieved when swarms of ninjas began to attack him. Though when he noticed Ra’s was not in the midst, he could feel a panic course through his muscles. What if he had found the passage? What if he had gotten there before Jason and had taken Mari? He would never be able to forgive himself.

Tim ducked past the blades and throwing stars; cursing when one of them grazed his unarmored forearm. The long gash stretched down his arm allowing warm blood to trickle down onto the stone floor. It didn’t matter though, because he had to keep fighting. Had to protect Marinette so that she could live her own life.

So he kept running, kept defending, kept ducking, and he kept fighting back.

“Red Hood to Red Robin. Red Hood to Red Robin, the package has been picked up.”

Tim nearly collapsed in relief, but considering he was still in the midst of battle, he decided that doing so would be a terrible idea.

Suddenly, the sound of gunshots hung heavy through the halls. Ra’s didn’t allow the use of guns, especially on base, and Tim only knew one person that could sneak in here without a problem while using that kind of weapon. The brief moment of his distraction cost him as the back of a hilt was smashed against his head. Tim collapsed, his body feeling heavy and sluggish.

“Tim!” Someone shouted, and suddenly, the pounding in his head cleared. A warmth surrounded him, just like when he had first met Marinette, except there wasn’t any excruciating pain like something was growing in him. Wait, oh sh*.

“Jason!” Tim screamed, jumping back onto his feet with renewed strength and pushing back the other ninja, as he moved toward the echoing sounds of gunshots rather than away. Before he could even round the corner he saw Marinette staring at him with haunted, watery eyes.

“They were going to take you next! You promised they wouldn’t take you away like that!” She sobbed, hugging herself. Tim felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He extended his arms out, fully expecting her to shrink away. But she didn’t, she ran into his arms and let him pick her up, wrapping her legs around his chest when he moved her so she was situated against his left hip.

“I’m sorry, Sweetie. It won’t happen again now that I’ve got my little lucky charm back.” Marinette giggled lightly through her tears. But in all seriousness, Tim was absolutely terrified. She shouldn’t be here, she should be on her way back to Gotham right now with Jason! He was going to kill Jason. Tim touched the small device in his ear, turning his mic on. “Hood, I thought I told you to get her out of here. You said you picked her up!”

He could hear the reverberations of round after round leaving the chamber while Jason replied, “the Little Pixie said she wouldn’t leave without you. Screamed when I tried to touch her. Figured as long as she stayed with me she’d be fine while we rescued your sorry a*.”

“Well she didn’t stay by your side, you arrogant jerk.”

“Oh don’t even Mr. I’m-going-to-work-with-The-League-of-Assassins-with-no-bad-consequences-directed-towards-me. Seriously, what were you thinking ?”

Tim felt his jaw clench, shoulders tensing, as the memories of everyone telling him how he was crazy, how grief made him insane, how he simply wasn’t in his “right mind”. No one would listen, no one trusted him, but he was right ! He knows that he’s right! He didn’t respond.

“No excuse? What, did you want a taste of what it’s like on the other side? See what it’s like to-“

“ Shut up , Jason. The only reason I called you is because you know this place better than the others and I trusted you to have this child’s best interest in mind.”

It was silent over the line, well except for the resounding bullets, but it didn’t last long. “Let’s just get the h* out of here.” And that was that.

A few minutes later, he found Jason surrounded by bodies of ninjas, surprisingly not bleeding out. “Rubber bullets.” Jason informed, “Kid doesn’t need to see that.” Tim bites his lip before he can say: she’s already seen far worse . Tim gave Jason a sharp nod, and they were moving out. Tim followed closely behind Jason to wherever he had parked their getaway vehicle, hugging Marinette tighter to him as they ran. He was honestly surprised to see one of the Batplanes carefully concealed behind the large jungle canopy. He was honestly expecting to see one of Hood’s bikes. He was even more so when he saw Babs waiving towards them in her wheelchair.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, Boy Wonder .” She shouted, her voice filled with so much unadulterated rage that Tim actually feared for his life for the first time that day. He didn’t have time to hesitate though, who knew what or who was hiding in the jungle or coming after them. Adjusting his grip slightly on Mari he ran the rest of the way to the plane only letting himself relax his grip when they were in the air and flying far away. When he looked out the window, all he could see was Ra’s standing right where the plane had just taken off, sword raised in a challenge. If they had been even a few moments later, they might not have escaped.

“T-Tim?” Marinette whispered into his ear, startling him slightly. “Can I be put down now?”

“Yes, of course.” Tim said, quickly setting her down before he kneeled in front of her so that he could check her over for any injury. “Coming back for me was risky and irresponsible. You could’ve gotten taken again. I don’t think I’d ever be able to live with myself if that happened.” He stated as he patted her down, if one of those ninja hurt even a hair on her head he was going to-

“Ahem.” Tim’s face shot up at the sound, forcing him to meet Barbara’s cold and curious eyes. “Would you like to introduce us, and maaaybe explain why you’ve been radio silent for the past six months . Tim glared at Babs, but she held his gaze.

Sighing he turned away from her and looked at the small child, silent tears falling down her face. Tim felt his shoulders fall. He opened his arms and prayed that she wouldn’t flinch away from him like she had many other times before. When Marinette flung herself into his arms, filling the cold void with her warmth while her tears soaked his robes, he couldn’t have felt more relieved.

“I’m sorry for getting mad, Honey. You scared me, and I just want you to be safe. I-I never want you to go through what you went through there ever again.” He whispered to her in French.

“You know what they did?” She gasped back in her native tongue, her voice still so broken and raspy. “You took me away.”

Tears of his own fell down his cheeks as he lifted her off the ground. “It’s okay baby, you’re safe now.” He turned to look at Babs and Jason, who were looking away silently, giving them as much privacy as they could while still keeping an eye on the two. “Hey, there’s some snacks in the back, do you want to grab some?”

She sniffled, wiping at her eyes before giving him a small nod. Once her feet hit the floor, she moved to the back of the small plane where the small snack drawer sat.

“She was one of Ra’s experiments.” Tim stated before either of the two could say anything, trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes while still watching the small girl. “She’s a meta who has the ability of creation, very powerful. Ra’s put her under hundreds of different experiments and documented the results, taking and using her blood to reverse the Lazarus Pit side effects before turning her into a human weapon..”

Tim took in a shaky breath, his heart melting when he saw Marinette’s wide eyes when she pulled a bag of pretzels. She looked like she had just found lost treasure from an old chest. “She was 7 when they took her, she was trapped there for 3 years. Killed her parents and showed her the recording of their death to get the reaction they needed. I downloaded her entire file. It should finish downloading onto your computer in the clock tower in the next half hour.”

Marinette raced over to him holding a small pack of chocolate covered pretzels while hugging a second one close to her chest. Tim gently took it from her with a small, ruffling her hair in the process. “Thanks Mari. Why don’t you go sit down. You never know when there will be turbulence.”

Marinette hesitated, looking at him expectantly. “I’ll join you soon. I don’t plan to let you stay by yourself for very long.” With one more silent nod she moved to the front of the plane where there were four seats available.

“Tim, you do realize you’re 19, right?” Jason said, helmet and mask fully removed.

“Yes?”

“Okay, so then what’s your plan here? B’s not here to take her in,” Tim flinched at that. Bruce would be back, he would bring Bruce back! “I don’t think Dickie will take her either what with the Demon Brat, I-“

“I’m not entrusting you with her.” Jason shot him a sharp glare.

“Alright you dick, well what’s your plan then?”

“Well, I’m about as rich as Bruce, I am currently CEO of his company, and The Nest would only need to be restocked and a room redecorated…” Tim started mumbling, mind starting to wonder as he thought of everything he would need to do to make The Nest more… child friendly.

Snap snap. Startling back into the moment Tim glared at Babs for destroying his train of thought. “Focus Tim. So what I’m hearing is, you want to adopt her?” She asked incredulously.

“Yes, as soon as I bring Bruce back.” Tim agreed matter of factly causing both Jason and Barbara to flinch.

“Tim…” Babs began, her tone tired sounding.

“Don’t”, Tim growled startling all occupants on the plane, except Mari, she fell asleep. Tim had changed a lot in the last six months, and he knew exactly what was needed of him.

He was so close to finding Bruce. He just needed to find one last piece of evidence and he’d be able to bring Bruce back. Tim had found out that the man was stuck in a timestream and that he had been leaving clues that only Tim could find. He was going to bring the closest thing he had to a father home, and nobody was going to stop him.

“I know he’s still alive, and I can prove it. I have the files and physical proof to do so. I’m not crazy!” His breath was coming out in short puffs, his eyes were narrowed, and he could feel his clenched fist shaking at his side.

“Okay, Tim. We believe you. Just calm down.” Barbara began. She was talking in her victim’s voice and while Tim hated that it was directed towards him, he couldn’t help but take a little comfort in the smoothness of her words. Slowly he let himself relax, taking longer breaths as he calmed down.

“I’m fine. Just drop me off in Uganda and make sure Marinette’s safe. I’d prefer that you look after her,” he stated as he made eye contact with Babs, “keep her away from the Demon Brat and all. But I understand if you truly, 100% without a doubt , believe that Dick would be able to care for her better until I return.”

“What about me? I could watch the little pixie.” Jason grumbled as he stared at the limp form of the small girl.

“I trust you about as much as I can throw you Jason.”

“At least I know how to actually cook.”

“Boys.”

“I can learn!” Tim replied indignantly.

“BoYs.”

“Not without burning down your entire kitchen you couldn-“

“BOYS!”

Both snapped their necks to look at Babs. Letting out a long agitated sigh, “First of all, I’m not going to just drop you off in Uganda just for you to go off the radar again.” Tim was about to protest but she held her hand up, silencing him. “Before anything else is decided on I’m going to look through all of your evidence, then once we see that we can come to a decision on what happens next. Does that sound fair?”

Tim wanted to argue more, force them to relent until they just did what he asked because he was so close . But he held his tongue and gave a curt nod. “Fine, but I’m going to go whether or not you believe me.” Without another word he stalked over until he was sitting next to Marinette.

He watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest, her face soothed over in sleep, and her head was tilted so that it was leaning against her shoulder at an uncomfortable angle. Gently, Tim guided her head until it rested against his chest. He felt her stir slightly, but instantly relaxed when he began to run his fingers up and down her back. Her hair was far too tangled and would definitely need a professional stylist to fix it before he felt comfortable enough running his fingers through it without causing any pain or discomfort.

When he looked up Babs and Jason were gone, the door to the cockpit left slightly ajar. Tim squeezed his eyes shut as he let out a long sigh that rattled his bones. With his free hand he rummaged through his leftmost bandolier and pulled out a small red button. Opening his eyes he stared at the small device, a devious smirk forming on his lips as he pushed the button.

Long live The League of Assassins, and long may it burn.

All he needed to do now was free Bruce. With that finished Tim closed his eyes, letting the gentle weight of Marinette comfort him as he let sleep finally take him over.

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Prompt taken from @poptimus-prime

Bee, like everyone else on base, had his fair share of scars, hurts, and terrible memories that haunted him. He too had comrades that would never wake, skeletons lying in wait, and deep regrets he would carry until the day he joined the well. And just like everyone, Bee had a few things he was scared of; he just had never expected Optimus to ever become one of them.

He remembered walking down into the cavern alongside Optimus, watching his battle mask snap into place. How the light night outside had clashed with thunder as Optimus directed them to proceed with caution. Looking back, there were signs that something was going to happen. There was a particularly determined and cold look in his optics that night, and a dreadfully still and calm demeanor. Like an icy calm before the storm. The way his peds shifted the soft Earth under him and left prints in his wake.

The next moments were blurry. A smear of fuzzy shapes, colors, and the hot smell of blaster fire raining down on him. His battle protocols were roaring at him when he had trained his blaster on Dreadwing and a nameless vehicon.

He would never forget what followed.

There was something especially horrifying about the sound of his audios ringing in the dreamlike memory every time it rose to torment him.

He had been right alongside his comrades, urging Optimus to end the war. Begging the Prime to pull the trigger. Prodding him to perform the simple movement that would rid the universe of Megatron. Even now he could hear his binary beeps through the ringing in the background. “Do it! Never trust a con! End it!”

Bee felt like the next moments should never have happened. The point blank explosion to the middle of the warlords forehelm was all it took. The pungent smell took everyone in waves. Hot melted internals fell everywhere. There was something viscous about the way tainted energon splattered across Optimus’s battle mask and his icy optics didn’t seem to even waver in regret.

The only sound that had followed that sickening explosion was the dull thud of the ex-gladiator’s headless body falling forward at Optimus’s peds.

Bee had never wavered in his loyalty to Optimus. Never. Not after all he had done for Bee, picking him up from the rubble of a disecreated Cybertron and raising him as his own. Not after the exodus, not after he lost his voice to the cause, not even after the AllSpark was launched into the farthest reaches of the universe.

But this didn’t feel like Optimus.

He pointed his gun at Dreadwing in silence as he stepped over the grayed corpse of his former companion as if it was just a pile of scrap metal.

They hadn’t bothered to fight in honor of Megatron. Too stunned to move, Dreadwing had ordered a retreat and Ratchet had sent a bridge to fetch them.

They had celebrated when they got back.

Naturally he was happy their biggest and meanest adversary was gone, why wouldn’t he be happy about that? No, that wasn’t what bothered him in the slightest.

He could tell he wasn’t the only one though.

He knew Bulkhead was bothered too when he skipped over the gory details when telling Miko about Optimus’s amazing victory. And he knew Arcee had some reservations when he noticed she mysteriously needed to patrol when Optimus came home.

It took nearly everything Bee had in him to approach him as he idly worked on reports on the monitor. His spark had been pounding in his chamber so loudly he almost didn’t hear himself say anything to the Prime.

He had paused in his typing and turned around to face him fully. His expression seemed a little puzzled if anything at all. “Do I regret what?” He asked, wanting clarification.

Bee tried his best to swallow the lump in his intake that was suffocating him. “That night… Megatron…”

Optimus had cycled his optics faintly as he mulled over his thoughts. He had always had expressive optics that were somehow warm all of the time. They were constantly shifting and cycling. “I can’t truthfully say I regret ending the one responsible for so many innocent deaths,” he replied softly. “Why do you ask?”

“I didn’t think you would be so… ruthless...”

He had tilted his head slightly to the left, the small look of puzzlement still drawn in a small frown. “Is that so?”

Bee shrunk away from him, his spark still beating erratically, his vents stalling in his chest as Optimus leaned forward, battle mask snapping back over his face, those optics sinking into an icy demeanor. He took a step towards Bumblebee, with every meek step back Bee took, the Prime’s expression darkened and he took a stride forward. Soon enough he was trapped against Ratchet’s workbench.

He was armed. He could defend himself, and he knew that. He wanted to pull his blaster out. He willed himself too but his T-Cog didn’t want to seem to work. “Bumblebee, I don’t understand where this is coming from,” he said.

“He was helpless…”

Optimus loomed over him in the same dark light of the storm over the cave that night. The musk of spilled lifeblood hung heavy in his ventilations. He could taste the foul odor of hot, melted innards. His tanks churned uneasily. Something wet and warm splattered across his peds where he stood. He looked down to find himself standing on hard bedrock, purplish blue energon that was neither his nor Optimus’s. A dull sound of metal crashing sounded behind him.

“Was he really?” The Prime hummed thoughtfully. Battle protocols urged him to arm himself. He looked up slowly at where the sound had come from and his optics found the half headless form of Megatron laying lifeless behind Optimus. It still twitched and spasmed irregularly, energon still spurting from severed fuel lines. A red dismembered optic stared up at them, the biolight that illuminated it flickering.

He slowly looked back up at Optimus, his optics harder like steel and the artful splash of that same thick, sickly colored energon dripping off of his battle mask. “I merely did what I have been asked to do since the beginning of the war. Did I not? Is a tyrant ever really helpless? It wasn’t as if he was pinned down. Are you implying I didn’t earn my right to kill him after he’s mowed down hundreds of mech that followed me? After I’ve put my life on the line to engage him battle after battle that ended in stalemate? We speak about a mech who disturbed thousands of our dead from their graves to conquer Earth as a new Cybertron. Do I really have to justify killing that without compassion?”

Bee trembled in his armor, his spark growing louder in his audios drowning out the low baritone that once soothed him to sleep as a sparkling.

His face loomed close to Bee’s and he screwed his optics tightly shut. “Do you fear me, little one?”

Bumblebee sat up, cold condensation clinging to his armor. His servos gripped the padded surface of his berth shakily, grounding himself. He looked wildly around him, finding the same gunmetal gray walls of his berthroom.

Safety.

It was only a dream.

He collapsed back with a heaving sigh, covering his optics with his servos, his spark still pounding anxiously on the inside of his chamber.

What would he give to find comfort in those ever cycling optics again.

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