DC x DP Prompt *21*
In a normal Situation Tim wouldn’t be looking into his family history, but he hadn’t slept for the last four days and had been subjected to one of Bruce’s Galas. A Gala were he heard some of his parents ‘friends’ gossip about him.
“He really doesn't look like either of them”
“When he was smaller I could have sworn that he had Janet's nose”
“Yeah and he looked exactly like his father as a baby, but now...”
And if he wasn’t as sleep deprived as he was, he may have been able to ignore the comments like any other time. But today he just couldn't. So he started to dig. It took awhile, in the beginning everything seemed to add up in his medical records and in the few pictures he found from his childhood. Until he saw picture from the time before he was almost two.
The kid there looked somewhat similar, but distinctly different. He started to dig deeper into this time frame. It was on one of the few trips where his parents had still taken him with them, that he saw it. In the beginning of the trip the almost doppelganger was with his parents, until it was suddenly him. And it didn’t take long to find a few pictures with people in the background. At first there were two eccentric looking adults with a little kid, a boy – whom looked like him and later on he saw them again, but this time he and the boy had swapped.
His parents had bartered him from the couple. He wasn't a Drake. Not even Tim. The other boy who had been with the strange couple in the last few pictures was Tim Drake.
Who was he...?
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on my hands and knees for a take a shot snippet 😭 i just know this fight is gonna take me out
Ask and you shall receive! But brace yourself
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“Jackie, stop,” Davey says, his voice shaking. “I know you wouldn’t, it ain’t like that—“
“Then what’s it like, Dave?” And now Jack can feel his own eyes starting to sting, a lump forming in his throat. “Explain it to me. Because I don’t understand.”
Davey’s mouth parts, his features drawn and pale.
“I… I can’t,” he breathes, the refusal nothing but a sigh on the wind.
“…You can’t,” Jack repeats quietly, and he feels something crack and crumble, deep inside. “You can’t? Wha— What the fuck am I supposed to do with that, Dave? Huh?!” His voice breaks as it all comes pouring out of him, a geyser of feeling that’s finally erupted. “Am I supposed’ta jus’ sit around with my thumb up my ass, waitin’ for you decide I’m good enough to talk to again?”
“Jack—”
“‘Cause that’s the thing, ain’t it, Dave? Jack spits. “It’s not that you can’t explain it—Race and the rest of ‘em, they all know damn well what the fuck’s goin’ on with you, don’t they? It’s that you won’t explain it to me. Not even when I’m down on bended knee, worried outta my skull, beggin’ ya to let me in.”
And then, because he couldn’t keep in even if he tried: “Why can’t you trust me anymore?”
Davey makes a noise in the back of his throat, low and wounded.
“Jack, I— It’s not that simple,” he says, his eyes wet and pleading, and the fact that even now, Jack can’t hardly stand to see him cry, is infuriating.
“Seems pretty fuckin’ simple from where I’m sittin’,” Jack says, forcibly hardening his heart. “If you don’t want me around anymore, then that’s— that’s fine. You ain’t the first an’ you won’t be the last. But I thought you’d at least have the decency to say it to my fuckin’ face instead of draggin’ it out like this.”
He shoves himself to his feet, his arms and legs trembling faintly. “Message received, okay?” he says with a bitter scoff. “Loud an’ clear.”
“Jackie, wait!” Davey’s fingers clutch at his forearm, his hands clammy and frantic. “You don’t— It’s not that I don’t want to tell you—”
“Then tell me!” Jack shouts as he whirls back around. “For fuck’s sake, Dave, you’re acting like I broke your heart!”
And Davey looks absolutely gutted—cracked open, exposed, and raw—and he staggers back a half step, dropping Jack’s arm like he’s been punched in the gut.
Jack stops dead in his tracks. The frustration that had been swirling inside him, the churning froth that threatened to capsize everything in its wake, flickers and dies like a candle being snuffed out. Icy cold seeps through every crack and crevice of him, down into his lungs and out through his veins, freezing him right to the bone.
Silence. Gaping and unfathomable. Then:
“I think you should go,” Davey whispers.
Jack’s throat clicks, the chamber jammed.
“…Dave,” he starts, hushed, hardly daring to breathe, suddenly and impossibly aware of just how brittle the space between them has become. “Davey, did I break your heart?” he asks.
Davey swallows so hard it looks painful, like he’d rather choke it all down than let another word escape. “Please go.”
“Are you in love with me?”
“Jack,” Davey says, his voice utterly shattered. “Stop it.”
But Jack can’t. He doesn’t know how.
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hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x
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