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Both you and @franticvampirereads asked about this one 😅 I guess it's a very intriguing title?
This is a twist on an idea I had for a wingfic AU ages ago, where people's souls manifest as ghostly wings that only a handful of people can see (in this case, Tim). I never got very far when I toyed around with it before because I didn't have much beyond that, and then I struck on the idea of making it a familial trait. And that gee, if someone went through a big life change like becoming a vigilante, that would probably reflect in their soul somehow.
So far it's a weird team-up of Tim and Jack trying to figure out what to do with this kid that Tim found who has very unusual/kinda messed-up wings.
Whatever is going on with this kid, they're dangerous. Lethal in a way Tim hasn't seen since he parted ways with Lady Shiva. Logically, he should back away, head on home, hang up his cape for the night and forget all about this.
Except for how pure logic doesn't always always have a place in Robin's world. The kid sets off all of Tim's internal warning bells, but they aren't attacking. They're hiding, the boney wings curling around them to try and make a protective shell. To shield something broken from a cruel world.
Something aches in Tim's chest, and he moves closer before dropping down into a crouch, careful to telegraph each of his movements ahead of time. "Hi, I didn't mean to scare you. My name is Robin. What's yours?"
One wing flicks outwards, the bony tip spearing through his chest though he can't actually feel it. The move reveals a single pale eye, which blinks out at him from under the cave of the cardboard. It seems to wander aimlessly at first, then fixes on his center mass, piercing and focused.
The kid slowly unfolds, the arm under the outstretched wing reaching out to touch the R on Robin's chest.
Tim lets it, lets him. Doesn't even consider attempting to stop it from happening. He's too busy trying to remember how to breathe, how to think. Well, at least now he has some kind of explanation for the state of this kid's soul.
If anyone in this world is entitled to skeletal wings, it's Jason Todd.
REPOST : Roman stylus 70AD, in comon vanacular translates into “i went into the city and all i bought you was this lousy pen” , link and full translation in the comments [640 x 320]
Chapters: 6/8
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, Barbara Gordon, Bruce Wayne, Colin Wilkes, Background & Cameo Characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tim Drake is Not a Batfamily Member, Civilian Tim Drake, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Scars, Roommates, Notfic, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Orphaned Tim Drake, Marriage of Convenience
Summary:
Tim gives him an incredulous look. “Is this really the way you guys do things? I’m sorry, but do you really think it’s okay to marry someone you barely know and create an entire person—a baby, one that’s going to need someone to look after it for 18 years or longer—just for money?!”
“That’s not…” Jason makes a frustrated sound. “Look, you’re 19, right? We can talk about the intentional baby acquisition when you’re legally old enough to drink. By then we’ll know if our marriage can sustain a child. But I think it’s worth a try.”
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After civilian Tim Drake gets trapped in the Bat Cave following multiverse shenanigans, he enters an arrangement with the crime lord Red Hood in an effort to gain access to a trust fund with some very particular requirements.
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In this chapter: Being engaged is different than dating, even if they’re actually doing both simultaneously.
Rules: Reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!
Full disclosure that I don't actually have docs for most of these as I've been falling down on typing things up. But they exist in notebooks!!
Is it a "gripped you tight and raised you from perdition" kinda deal?
also asked about by @bi-bats and @ladytauria <3
i wish i has more to say about that one lol but there's not much to it. i wrote this:
Tim stares at the dripping red graffiti, frozen somewhere between shock, disbelief, and maybe I can cut off my leg. Just get rid of the thing, of that mark on his thigh, and the whole problem goes away, right?
Tim wonders what mark Jason has, and hopes it's as stupid as the fucking handprint on his skin, exactly the same the one painted on the wall, mocking him in more ways than Jason had even intended.
for a three sentence prompt fill like seven years ago and have always loved the idea of exploring it in a full fic but just... haven't. i don't even have like ideas about the plot or what jason's stupid soul mark is. but i have hope for someday!