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JayTimSpooktober - Cryptids
“I don’t get it.”
“It’s a shadow,” Tim explained patiently.
Jason rolled his eyes. “Yes, I can see that, thank you. Why are you pointing a camera at it?”
“It might move.”
“It hasn’t done shit during the week you set up surveillance, but it will move now that we’re here with an entire crew and your camcorder, staring at it?”
“Maybe it’s into that.”
“Did you just imply that this Shadow… person… is kinky?”
Tim smirked. “You went there, not me.”
In a flash, Jason was up and walking toward the end of the small alley.
“Hey, Shadow Person!” he called out. “I’m getting a bit bored here. Wanna get kinky with your shadow tentacles?”
Tim groaned. “Jason…”
“Not even some shadow theatre?” Jason asked. “Everyone can do a dog and a tree. C’mon. Gimme something, I’m dying of boredom.”
Tim jumped up, something like genuine fear on his face. “Jason! I told you to stop provoking them, what if—“
Jason scoffed. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“People disappeared, Jason! We don’t know the answer to that, but it’s nothing good.” Coming to a stop next to Jason, Tim shivered. “Whoa. That’s quite the cold spot.”
“The freezer from the restaurant on the other side of the wall, you mean.”
“That would send out heat, not cold,” Tim shot back.
With a sigh, Jason slid off his jacket and draped it around the shorter man’s shoulders. “Sure. It’s totally a cold spot.” A wink at the camera. “Nothing else it could be. That’s why I’m fine with my shirt. Nothing to do with you being a total bean.”
Tim glared at him, but when they went back to their observational posts, he snuggled into the jacket all the same. “What’s got you so riled up about this one?” he asked.
Jason ran a hand through his hair. Shrugged. “Dunno. I just don’t get why this particular alley is any scarier then thousands of others in Gotham.”
“A kid is supposed to have died here.”
“Again—how’s that different from the rest of Gotham?”
“You know as well as I do that violence leaves a mark.”
Okay, Jason couldn’t argue with that, so he tried a different tack. “Even if this—this Shadow person exists—and that’s a huge if—what’s the big deal? I always wonder about that.”
Tim raised an eyebrow. “You wonder what’s the big deal about a Shadow Person that snatches those that walk by?”
“Yeah! That’s just your ordinary vigilante. Or, like, take the Yeti. What’s so cool about a hairy dude in the mountains eating tourists? At worst, that’s a serial killer. Nothing interesting about these dudes.”
“We have no actual evidence they eat people.”
“We have no actual evidence they exist, Tim.”
“We do!” Tim’s cheeks flushed, as always when he got into his area of specialty. “What else do you call the Indian army tweeting about it? And there was that one picture—“
Jason leaned back, the small smile on his face hidden from the camera, as Tim rambled on and on and on, only stopping when the sun finally rose.
After, when the crew had left and it was just the two of them debriefing, Jason said: “That was a nice touch, don’t you think? Nothing to talk about, no monster to speak of, so let’s bring up the Yeti.”
“I know you play it up the cameras, Jay,” Tim told him. “And the viewers love it. But deep down, I think you know I’m onto something here.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Drake.” Jason shifted uncomfortably. Something in Tim’s blue eyes was disconcerting.
“Oh, you can keep denying all you want, but I’ll have you admit it eventually.”
Jason couldn’t help but grin. “You’ll just have to convince me.”
Tim leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then, while Jason gaped at him, stunned, he ran, hastily calling out: “LookingForwardToIt—byeee!”
Jason stared after him. His cheek burned when he lifted a hand to touch it. That was—did that mean—
…it meant he was acting like a schoolgirl in the fourteenth episode of an anime, that’s what it meant. He turned to the shadows. “Not a word.”
The darkness stayed silent. Good for it.
“Now, you seem to be new, so I’m cutting you some slack. This is my city. If you wanna feast on those who harm others, be my guest. I’m not gonna complain if some would-be rapists were to, say, vanish from the corner of Johnson and Third. But if you touch anyone innocent—or anyone that is mine—I will find you, and I will burn out what little is left of your miserable little existence. Understood?”
Jason let his eyes turn green just a little bit, a mere hint of what it was dealing with. It was enough for the shadow to shrink.
Jason nodded, satisfied. “Good night. Let’s not do this again.”
As he walked away, secure in the knowledge that nothing and no-one would block his path, he considered today’s filming. Tim was right—the people loved their banter. Team Sceptic vs. Team Believer and all that. Jason had seen shirts. Today’s subject would be fresh and exciting enough to keep the discussion going.
A Shade. Who knew. You’d think Gotham would be full of them, but this was actually the first one Jason had come across.
That was the thing with cryptids, though. Hard to predict which ones were real and which one only existed in the collective mind of an internet forum. And sometimes, the lines between those blurred. Just ask the Slenderman. Guy was a bit of a dick, though, so Jason didn’t exactly feel sorry for him.
He actually had no idea about the Yeti or the Chupacabra. The only reason Jason knew that Mothman was real was that he’d accidentally ran into him on a road trip once. Like called to like, and all that. The Lizard Man of Swamp Ore was, sadly, either a myth or very shy. Jason had spent enough time with Tim in that miserable tent to know.
Or maybe, the Lizard Man had just been afraid of him. It didn’t matter.
What mattered that Tim—sweet, curious, sharp-tongued Tim, the boy that Jason had met ten feet away from a vampire nest and had offered to start a show with just to stop him from entering—was safe. Would be safe, as long as Jason was by his side. The funny internet discussions were just a bonus.
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A cold moonlight shone through the flimsy curtains of Tim’s room at the bed and breakfast his old housekeeper, Mrs. Mac, now ran in the wilds of Scotland. He tossed and turned in his sleep, twisting the sheets around his legs even as a cold sweat beaded his brow and dampened his bangs.
With a start, he bolted upright, eyes wild as he gasped for breath.
It was the same dream again. The same one that had haunted him since the first night he arrived.
Tim looked to the window to make sure it was still latched. He’d learned his lesson about keeping it open at night, even just a crack.
“Go away,” he hissed.
A deep, rumbling laugh could be heard from outside, though Tim suspected he was the only one to actually hear it.
“I mean it.”
“Ye’ve come back to me at long last and I mean to see ye in the flesh once more. To hold ye. To love ye.”
Tim shuddered and tossed aside his rumpled blankets, stalking over to the window to glare out into the night. Of all the places he could have gone to take a desperately needed vacation, he had to pick a B&B that included a ghost who was desperate to get into his pants.
In the neatly manicured garden below, a mist was rising, slowly coalescing into the form of a man. His name was Jason, or so Tim had learned from his dreams.
He glared down at him. “I told you, I am not the person you’re waiting for. Go haunt someone else.”
This was apparently the wrong thing to say as the ghost disappeared from the garden only to reappear just outside the window. He was handsome, Tim would grant him that. Chiseled, rugged, pick an adjective. There was very little color to him, but his eyes...somehow, Tim knew they were a brilliant green that matched the grass below.
And that scared him more than he cared to admit.
“Five hunnerd years I’ve waited,” Jason spoke with his rolling brogue. “Please. Let me in.”
Tim glanced up at the iron horseshoe nailed over the window that had appeared sometime during his second day here, courtesy of Mrs. Mac. How she knew about his unearthly visitor, he wasn’t sure, but she’d always been insightful. Matching ones had surreptitiously been nailed to the other three walls of his room.
“No,” he said, forcefully. “It’s bad enough you’re haunting my dreams. I won’t let you in here when I’m awake.”
The ghost’s eyes flashed and he lost his form momentarily before solidifying again. “I’ve showed ye what we were, what I need so we can become that again.”
“No,” Tim repeated. His dreams--they were filled with blood and death. A face that matched his, standing on a hilltop looking out over a battlefield. At his feet knelt a leashed man whose arms were covered in blood. No, not a man. A demon in human form. Both of them, fighting and fucking with equal vigor.
That could not be him. It couldn’t be.
The horseshoe glowed red as Jason pressed against the glass. “Timothy,” he pleaded. “Just one drop.”
Tim backed away from the window, wishing the room had thicker curtains. “You’re not getting a single drop of my blood. Whatever you are, whatever you claim that I was, I am not that person now. I save people, not destroy them.”
Jason pounded impotently against the window and Tim swore the pane shuddered under the impact. “Ye can’t avoid me forever. I know who ye are now. I can follow ye, wherever ye go.”
“I’d like to see you try and cross an ocean,” Tim challenged with a smirk. “You’re bound here. When I leave, I’m not taking anything with me.”
The ghost’s lips peeled back into a grin that revealed far too many teeth. “We’ll just have to wait and see about that.”
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JayTim Spooktober!
Hey, JayTimmers! With Halloween right around the corner, we figure it's prime time to celebrate our boys in a fun and seasonal way! To that end, we're pleased to announce JayTim Spooktober, a month (kinda) of spooky-themed JayTimness.
Now, this will be done a little differently than your typical shipweeks—for one, it's a month-long event, for another, it's only happening on weekends. There are five weekends in October this year, and each one will have a different theme/prompt (see below). You're invited to share anything you create that's both JayTim and vaguely corresponds to the respective theme each weekend, tagging it with #jaytimspooktober so that it can be found and shared! This means fic, art, headcanons, comics, rec lists, etc.—have at! We just ask that you tag for NSFW/triggering content as needed (NSFW art should be posted on a site other than tumblr and linked to), and have fun!
JayTim Spooktober
October 3–4: Vampires
October 10–11: Zombies/Cryptids
October 17–18: Weres
October 24–25: Ghosts
October 31: Anything Supernatural Goes
We realize that many people like to create things ahead of time for ship events and that we haven't given y'all much leeway to do that what with it already be September, but time is an illusion anyway. Feel free to post late using the #jaytimspooktober tag and we will try our darndest to make sure your contribution is seen.
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Jaytim Spooktober: October 31: Anything Supernatural Goes (I did ghost again)
This is a sequel piece to this post from last week. As with that one there is a small amount of writing below the mark to pair with it.
He never tells Tim he saw him cry at his first funeral. It’s one of the only things you could say he’s kept from him by the end.
The end.
By the end they were happy, or at least as happy as they could be. They always joked about who would die first. Jason pointing out he already had and Tim claiming it didn’t count if it didn’t stick.
Tim didn’t know dying yet though. Tim only knew death. Evidently that’s how it was going to stay for a bit longer because the second time Jason dies it’s so Tim gets out alive. Death is much the same as last time. Jason wanders, watches the fallout, watches the preparations. The only thing he can’t stand to watch is Tim.
He almost doesn’t attend his funeral but he figures it’s the last time he will. It’s different from last time. It’s only friends and family, the people who knew he was alive in the first place. It was inevitable that he spied Tim, he organized it after all. He never gave up schooling his features though. Allowing himself only a sad smile when addressed. Compared to last time it seemed everyone cried at this funeral but Tim. It wasn’t until everyone else left that Jason could watch him pause. There was a shudder in his body as he tried to leave. Turning to where Jason was perched against the wall.
Again Tim stared and again Jason wondered what he saw.
Tim started walking towards him and there was a shot of hope before he stepped directly past him to again face the mirror. As his fingertips brush the cool glass the control Tim had held shattered. He fell to the ground with just the one hand one the mirror.
For the first time since Jason died it really hit him. Jason was dead. He was dead and he was grieving him again. Wrapping his arms around himself he rested his head on the glass and cried. Jason couldn’t watch though. He could bear his own death but he couldn’t bear leaving Tim alone so he looked away.
The second time Jason died he thought it would be the last time.
#jaytimspooktober#JayTim#Jason Todd#Tim Drake#fanart#digital art#dc#Red Hood#event#writing#ficlet#angst
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☆ Mine and Glue's piece for JayTimSpooktober ☆
☆ October 24–25: Ghosts ☆
I drew Grim Reaper Jason and Ghost Tim ☆☆☆
And Glue drew Depressed AU created by me : After Red Hood's death, Tim's hair turned white, he started wearing Red Hood's jacket and using guns as well as changed his codename to "Ghost"
#dc#dc comics#batfam#batfamily#tim drake#jason todd#jaytim#jaytimspooktober#depressed au#my art#ITerAtiveGLue's art
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Hey! JayTimSpooktober Topic 4 - Ghosts!
Do you remember the second day of JayTimInktober?
It was a debut of that AU!
In that AU Jason became a ghost after his death and got stuck at the Wayne Manor. He can touch and lift subjects, but no one saw him. No one... Before Tim appeared in the manor. Now Jason can not only freak out Bruce by falling batarang but also can finally discuss it with someone
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JayTim Spooktober
Ghosts
“When I came back from the dead-- I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe a part of me wanted to pick up where I left off. But there you were: a new Robin.
It hurt that I was so easily replaced. It probably hurt even worse that you were so good at it you made it look easy.
Suddenly I wasn't a robin, I wasn't a sidekick. I was just some screw-up who came back to a life that wasn't his own."
-Jason Todd (Robin War)
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"I am a wolf."
"I… see."
Jason decided to bring this up on one uneventful afternoon, when he and Tim were lounging comfortably around his living room with the TV playing in the background. Tim looks surprised, confused, then curious, but not disturbed. Jason took that as a good sign to continue.
Their relationship is still new. Still fresh, but going on at a steady pace. They recently reached the point where they tell eachother where the spare key was kept. Jason met Tim when he moved across the street and they had been seeing more and more of each other before agreeing to date. He likes Tim, and he doesn't want to go through the whole heartbreak thing if Tim finds out he's a werewolf too deep into the relationship and he's not okay with it. Jason took a nervous breath.
Here goes.
"I'm sorry for hiding it but I figured it's best to let you know instead of having you find out later. I'm not trying to keep secrets from you but this is a very sensitive subject for me and—"
"Jason, It's ok. I understand."
"You do?"
Tim, his sweet, beautiful and amazing Babybird, gave him the biggest grin and nodded. Jason felt all the tension leaving his shoulders. Oh thank God—
"There's nothing wrong with being a furry."
#jaytimspooktober#jaytim#drabbles#it's already saturday here and i am really excited to post this hahahHAHAHha
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Jaytim Prompts cont.!!
Reply if you’d like to rp! In the spirit of Jaytim Week for Spooktober, getting a head start on things with some of those Good Good prompts.
Timothy Jackson Drake wakes with a pounding headache and feeling like he’s been beaten with something hard. This, at least, he’s not that worried about-it’s the type of muscle ache that means he just had some vigorous, probably excellent sex-it’s happened before, he’s fine with that. The real problem presented is the fact that he currently has an arm slung loosely over himself belonging to someone that he cannot place, and moreover he’s wearing a ring on his left ring finger that is quite obviously a wedding band. Considering he and Steph were here, in LA, together, drinking, this presents a problem. Especially since he does not necessarily remember everything anything about the night before.
Tim groans softly and turns his head to inspect the person spooning him-- an attractive, young man with wavy black hair, partly dyed white. At least Tim has good taste, and he commends his drunk self for that, at least. But part of him feels very, very foolish, and stupid, because there’s a wedding band on his finger that was not there before. He might throw up- actually, yes, he’s going to throw up. Disregarding his nameless bedmate, he gets up quickly from the bed, throws on a t-shirt (it is definitely not his) and finds the toilet. It’s a hotel room, he notes, idly as he feels like he’s heaving up everything he has ever drunk. “Oh, fuck,” he says, softly, as he puts the night and facts together. If he wasn’t so jumbled up in the head right now, and if it wasn’t happening to him, he’d probably be laughing. “Married in Vegas. Oh, fuck.” At least he didn’t sleep with a man who was already married (as far as he thinks). Still, Tim has to work this through, because he’s the CEO of Drake Industries, and this is the last thing he probably needs. He shuffles back out of the bathroom, after rinsing his mouth, when he notices a pair of sharp eyes watching him. Tim tries to pull himself together, but his voice still comes out as a chirp, “Uh, g’mornin’.”
#jaytim#jaytimweek2020#jaytimspooktober#jaytimrp#jason todd#jason peter todd#timothy jackson drake#tim drake#dccomics#dc universe#open rp#rp#batclan#batfam#drunk wedding au#oh no#oopsies#sorrynotsorry
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Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Star Wars References, Sasquatch, Halloween Costumes, Mistaken Identity, JayTim Spooktober 2020
Series: Part 2 of JayTim Spooktober 2020
Summary:
If Tim had realized that just getting Jason into the costume was going to be this hard, he would have gone with a different theme.
#JayTim#jaytimspooktober#cryptids#when you want to do a cute couples costume but your bf doesn't seem entirely on board with the idea#the title is a bad pun that I don't expect anyone to get but it made me giggle a lot#my fic#themandylion writes
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Fandom(s): DC, Batman - All Media Types
Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, John Constantine, Jason Blood, Tim Drake
Relationship: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, batfamily
Rating: T
Word Count: 1088 (for chapter 1)
Additional Tags: Ghosts, Amnesia, Supernatural Elements, Case Fic, Canon Typical Violence, Mild Language, JayTimSpooktober 2020
Summary: Jason - an actual zombie - was used to the weird and supernatural things in the world. So, he wasn't as much worried about his weird stalker as he, perhaps, should.
However, the more he learned about his stalker, the more he realized that everything he knew about his reality might actually be a lie.
Now, that worried him much.
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JayTimSpooktober - Ghosts
Revenant: “One that returns after death or a long absence.”
In folklore, a revenant is an animated corpse that is believed to have revived from death to haunt the living, sustained by feelings of anger or the need for revenge. The word revenant is derived from the Old French word, revenant, the “returning” (see also the related French verb revenir, meaning “to come back”).
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Everyone accepts that Jason came back to life because of something that happens in another universe, including Jason. It’s a glitch, never meant to happen until it did, and he digs himself out of the grave with his bare hands and doesn’t think twice about it.
There are other things to focus on. His anger when he returns and finds out that the Joker is still alive—has been allowed to harm others—burns hot and bright enough to tear the city down. So that’s what he does.
It’s weird how his body changed. He’s as tall as Bruce, now, and almost as beefy. They can go head-to-head in terms of strength and speed. With the amount of malnutrition he experienced as a kid, Jason never expected this. The Lazarus Pit really is amazing.
He’s ready to kill anyone he needs to. Later, he’ll look back at the choices he makes—attacking a kid, really?—and he will be ashamed of some of them, but not all.
Even when he leaves Gotham, the anger never stays behind. He loves hanging out with his new friends—loves them, even if he’d never say it—but it doesn’t fill the void.
Eventually, he returns to her, the city that birthed him, the one that he loves despite her protector. He delivers justice, not revenge, and pretends that’s enough.
Slowly, almost without him noticing, one person comes into focus: Tim Drake. It’s like… wherever he turns, Tim is there, offering him a hand, steady and patient as the sea.
One day, Jason grasps it.
Tim doesn’t flinch when things get ugly. He just rolls up his sleeves and gets to fixing it. And gradually, almost reluctantly, Jason starts putting in the work, too.
It’s easy to be with Tim. Not that the guy is uncomplicated, by any means—we’re talking abandonment issues a mile wide here. Jason could deal with that, though. His is the kind of presence that makes itself felt; doubly so when he intentionally dials it up. Even Tim finds it hard to imagine Jason leaving him after the guy sleeps wrapped around him every night for over a year. They share an apartment long before either of them consciously makes the decision to do so.
Tim’s brilliant and kind and necessary to Jason. It’s easy to tell him that. In turn, Jason listens when Tim whispers that he’s loved, and he’s starting to believe it.
At first, his reconciliation—well, his truce—with Bruce is solely for Tim. It’s not that the other man expects it of him, but Jason sees how stressed their fights make Tim. Honestly, he’s getting a bit tired of the constant anger himself.
So they work on it. Bruce visibly bites his tongue when Jason does his thing, and Jason stops demanding for him to compromise his morals, and somehow, someway, they actually reconcile. Now he’s invited to family dinners every Thursday. Imagine that.
In fact, he needs to get ready for that soon. Alfred wouldn’t appreciate him showing up in his sweatpants. Then again… Tim will be home in half an hour, and he likes watching Jason change. Jason stays where he is.
Today’s a Jane Austen kind of day. His phone is on silent and out of reach on the table. It’s his day off, and recently, that has started to mean something.
“I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature,” Jason reads and smiles. That’s Tim to a T. Loyal to a fault.
Maybe the quote can be about Jason, too. He likes that thought more than he’s willing to admit. For so long, his life has been nothing but anger, of a need to get his revenge… but looking around, thinking of where he is—in the apartment he shares with his boyfriend, waiting for him to come home so they can attend family dinner and then patrol Gotham’s darkness together… he’s come a long way, doesn’t he?
For the first time since he died, Jason Todd is truly content.
And then he’s feeling weird. His hands are shaking—no, they’re blurring, fizzling out at the edges.
He’s so tired. Maybe he just needs to lie down. Close his eyes. Sleep…
Jason jolts. This isn’t good. The last time he thought like that, he—
He scrabbles for his phone. Tim. He needs to call Tim. If he’s been poisoned, if this is a panic attack, if he’s sick, if he’s dying—no matter what, Tim can help. Tim always makes everything better.
Tim…
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Tim can’t find his boyfriend. Which is weird, considering they live together and are supposed to head out for a family dinner in, like, ten minutes. Jason can be flaky, but he’d never let Alfred down like that.
Still, they get caught up sometimes. Even if it’s supposed to be a day off for Jason.
Tim texts him. No reply.
He calls, and the sound comes from the living room. What the fuck?
Worried now, Tim checks the surveillance footage.
It looks like a typical day off for Jason—lounging around, making food, reading on the couch—until he gets up and all of a sudden, alarm visible on his face, hand going for his phone on the table next to him… and then the footage goes staticky. When it resumes service three minutes later, Jason is gone.
Tim tries to restore the lost footage to no avail. Each time he looks at the static, he feels like throwing up.
Their living room is now a crime scene, but one reluctant to give up its secrets. There’s no sign of a fight. Jason wouldn’t go without a fight. If he’d been taken, Tim would expect blood, a broken table leg, bullets in the walls, gunshot residue—something, anything to tell him what happened.
All there is, is a pristine room and Jason’s cell phone on the table.
Tim calls Kon. “Can you hear Jason anywhere?”
And his best friend tries, he does, but he comes up empty. That’s when the panic really starts to set in.
Tim goes searching. At first, the others assume that Jason just left. He’s done it before.
They’re wrong. Tim knows Jason. He keeps looking, trying not to feel bitter because that’s pointless and small feeling next to the overwhelming worry.
His first visit is to Arkham. Then it’s Black Mask’s and his cronies turn. None of them feel like talking, of course, but Tim can be persuasive if he wants to be.
No one knows anything.
Dick joins in his search not even a week later, tracking down Slade and Deadshot. Three days later, Tim enters an old lair of the Joker and stumbles over Damian collecting DNA samples from old splatter. Months pass and Bruce starts to worry, too. Roy and Kori are with Tim from the start, checking their old hideouts, visiting old enemies outside Gotham. Hell, the Green Lanterns are checking other planets.
Jason’s family is looking for him, and they can’t find him.
Eventually, all the avenues are exhausted. It’s not that they stop looking, precisely, it’s that there’s nowhere left to look.
Tim looks, anyway. No matter where he goes, what he does, Jason is always there, just out of reach. They all think he’s deluding himself, pushing back his grief. They’re wrong. Tim knows that Jason is gone. His absence is everywhere, and Tim misses him like he didn’t know it’s possible to miss someone.
But if Jason is dead, then he will not go unavenged this time, Tim vows. Not again.
And yes, maybe Jason left. Maybe he just had enough of Tim, of the life they were building together, of their relationship. Perhaps Tim was too much too fast or not enough. He’ll never know.
If that’s not grief, then he doesn’t know what is.
#elareine writes#jaytim#jaytimspooktober#character death tw#might clean this and the last one up and post on ao3 later
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This is a ficlet from a much larger idea I’ve been pondering off and on for a couple of years now. Thought it appropriate to bring out for JayTim Spooktober and Vampires!
A quiet knock on the door had Tim looking up from tying his cravat, though his fingers never stopped their deft weave of the flowing fabric.
“I’m awake,” he called out, his sensitive ears picking up the sound of a human heartbeat outside.
It was far too early to make his way across the wide expanse of finely manicured lawns of Wayne Manor to the stables where his main source of nourishment rested. But the humans in this house, as well as most of those who resided in Gotham, were safe from his need for blood.
A snack before he went to bed each morning helped.
The door handle turned, but the heavy wooden slats remained closed. “Tim, you haven’t unlocked it yet,” Jason spoke.
Tim closed his eyes and counted to ten. Jason. His relationship with Bruce’s middle son was complicated. Still, he couldn’t fault the young man for his persistence, especially after years of gentle rejection. He was simply too young, too unlearned in the ways of the world despite his growing status as a Hunter.
What kind of Hunter regularly proclaimed their love for a Vampire? Especially a Hunter whose job involved killing rogue members of his kind?
Jason Todd-Wayne, that’s who.
Crossing the room, Tim unbolted the stout door and opened it. “Forgive me, I am freshly risen so sleep still clouds my mind.”
The young Hunter leaned against the doorframe, smiling softly. “I call bullshit on that one. You just don’t want to wake up to me napping beside you with my neck bared.”
Tim sighed. “Jason, we’ve gone over this before.”
“I will never match you in age, Tim,” Jason spoke in a somber tone. “But I am twenty-five years old today and am full come into my inheritance from Bruce. I am my own man now in all ways. So please, do not use my age and inexperience as an excuse any longer. I know my mind.”
“I am only thinking of your well-being,” Tim tried. “What would the world think if--”
“Hang the world!” Jason cried out, eyes flashing passionately as his fist struck the doorframe. “From practically the moment we met, I have been in love with you. I know you care for me, Tim. There were so many times you could have spoken plainly, to tell me you do not share my feelings. I’ve seen you do precisely that with others before. But you’ve never done it to me.”
Tim stilled in only a way a Vampire could. Jason was right. He’d never put him in his place, slicing through his dreams with a few well chose words. Why? Why had he let the young Hunter pursue him through the years. Because he most certainly had, from the moment Tim had been introduced as Damian Wayne’s new tutor. A tutor who didn’t brook any of the nonsense the entitled little brat felt was due to him, but he was digressing.
What did he feel for Jason? Was it...Could it be...?
How did this happen? He was old, far older than even Bruce likely realized. Human lives passed him by in a blink of an eye. What was the point in opening himself up to the tenderer emotions when they would only bring him pain?
Slowly, so slowly that Tim felt as though he was burrowing through the earth, he raised his hand and cupped Jason’s freshly shaven jaw. “I haven’t,” he said softly. “And I don’t know why. Jason, I do care for you. I truly do. But I don’t know if I’m capable of giving you the love that you deserve in return.”
Warm fingers wrapped around his, tugging slightly so that Jason’s heated lips pressed against his knuckles. “You’re scared,” he breathed.
“I have loved and lost far more times than your beloved Tennyson can even dream. Can you blame me?”
“No.” Jason lowered his hand, but did not release Tim’s. “If you truly desire that I cease with my pursuit, I will. I love you, but I also respect you far too much to disrespect your wishes.”
“Give me a year,” Tim said before he could overthink it. “Woo me with everything you can, Jason. I swear to you, on this day next year, I will give you my answer.”
Jason straightened, squaring his shoulders so that the fine cut of his coat was revealed. He’d come down to the basement rooms Tim claimed as his own dressed to impress, all the way down to the snug fit of his breeches and the glossy shine to his boots. “Thank you, Tim. You won’t regret this.”
Somehow, Tim already knew he wouldn’t.
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Of Sleuth Wood - Jay/Tim Spooktober Fic!
Title: Of Sleuth Wood
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Warnings: AU - Fantasy, Violence, angst, fluff
Word Count: 2,500/~12,000
Summary: Jason is a bodyguard working for Lord Wayne. He’s assigned to work with the seer Tim Drake to solve a bloody murder… Written for Jay/Tim Spooktober. Chapter One is for prompt #1 - Vampire.
Chapter 1: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26762485
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Jaytim Spooktober: October 24-25: Ghost
I forgot how much of a hazard trying to do background is... Regardless, small amount of writing to go with this found below and a sequel to follow later!
The first time Jason died he thought it would be the only time. For a brief period he wandered around the manor, around Gotham, his old haunts if you would. Most of his time while dead was just that though. Dead time. The one thing he really holds onto from that period was the day he attended his funeral. It was mostly stuck up adults who associated with Bruce and he really expected it to just pass by as the few days before until he spied a boy there a few years younger than him.
He didn’t know the boy but despite his schooled features he seemed to be the most upset person there. The boy drifted to a corner of the parlor to a full length mirror and stared for a minute. Jason briefly wondered if he could see him. He almost hoped but there was no recognition in the boys eyes. He just touched the mirror and closed his eyes loosing a few stray tears.
Jason didn’t know this boy and yet he was the only one to cry at his funeral.
For the first time since Jason died it really hit him. He was dead. He was dead and this boy was grieving him. As if given permission Jason began grieving himself. Wrapping his arms around the boy in front of him he rested his head on his shoulder and cried as well. It’s the only thing about being dead Jason can truly remember.
#jaytimspooktober#fanart#digital art#JayTim#Jason Todd#young jason todd#Tim Drake#young tim drake#Robin#dc#event#backgrounds#we're working on them#writing#ficlet
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☆ Mine and Glue's piece for JayTimSpooktober ☆
☆ October 10–11: Zombies/Cryptids ☆
I was supposed to draw Tim as a chupacabra but then when finishing I didn't even know what I made him become omg 🐹💦
And Glue've always love the Dragon x Phoenix concept especially Tim as a phoenix because of his New52 Red Robin suit with red wings (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
#dc#dc comics#batfam#batfamily#tim drake#jason todd#jaytim#jaytimspooktober#my art#ITerAtiveGLue's art
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