#tim being faced with the horrible fate of never being able to forget anything ever

[shit-talker]

I think a really fun idea to explore with Tim would be the idea of him having Hyperthymesia.

Hyperthymesia is an ability that allows people to recall almost every event of their life in great detail. It's extremely rare and honestly doesn't have that much research done on it, but recent studies have suggested that people with this ability are limited to autobiographical memories, people with HSAM sometime tend to show symptoms of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and may demonstrate obsessive tendencies.

I think it would be an interesting way to explain why Tim was able to recall his first meeting with Dick Grayson and connect the dots to seeing Robin. Tim does display a lot of obsessive behaviours, and while he doesn't really physically display compulsion (like someone with OCD would typically display) there certainly is a strong case to be made for him potentially having it.

But also, can you imagine how fucking horrible it would be for Tim to remember each and every traumatic thing that ever happens to him as a hero and those memories just never fading. Yes, it would make him a better detective and allow him to be arguably smarter than your average joe, but at what cost?

#tim drake #batman and robin #red robin #red robin comics #dc comics #dcu #dc universe #i just think it would be a really cool concept to explore #like finally giving an explanation on why a 9 year old was able to connect these dots when kids are naturally forgetful #tim being faced with the horrible fate of never being able to forget anything ever #like yeah he remembers the good things and remembers little details that he doesn't have to double check #but also...he remembers everything else #i would like to note though that this is a really REALLY rare ability #like as of last year there were like 62 peopel documented to have it rare #i do wanna note tho #that hsam doesn't affect your intelligence #so tim being super smart is just a tim thing #little weirdo

[queerbutstillhere-writes]

I was ordered to post this by @legitpumpkin . Thank you for assuring me its not horrible

"I'm ready to try again. If you are?"

The words that had been haunting Damian for days now. The words Jon had murmured, as they laid next to each other in bed, bodies pressed together, Jon's lips on his skin, kissing the smooth skin and the pale scars that ran everywhere.

The words he had felt run through his body and get caught in his heart.

The words he knew Jon meant with every fiber of his being.

Try again.

Try what again, you're wondering.

Damian could only assume Jon meant try dating again.

They had dated, years ago, back in highschool.

Then they had broken up, rather nastily(it had been a huge media event. Ariana Grande and Pete Davidson level of break up), and both had left for college Jon's sophomore year with broken hearts and bitter feelings.

And it had broken Damian.

Jon had been one of the most important people of his childhood. From 13 to 21, Jon had almost always been there for him. Jon had always stuck through all his insults and curses and his insistence that they weren't friends. Jon had been there for him through so much. Jon had been his first real boyfriend. Jon had been the first person he'd really fallen in love with.

And they'd broken up badly and it had broken him more than anything his grandfather had ever done to him.

He had learned what heartbreak meant that day.

And he was the one who had broken it off.

For nearly three years they had gone with very little to almost no contact. 

Eventually he got over it. He dated a few other people, but never really connected with them like he had with Jon. Then they started talking again.

He didn't remember what started it or why, maybe a Justice League event, or a holiday party or something. But they had talked one day and then started talking again until they were at least on good terms.

And then they messed it up again.

Damian had been leaving for the summer. He was going to stay with Talia in Hong Kong.

And two nights before he left, they had slept together. Who had initiated it, he couldn't remember, but they had been together at Damian's apartment and then they started kissing and it had been so easy to fall into bed with Jon again, so easy to remember how to get him begging and whining.

And he'd hated himself for it in the morning.

He'd spent all of the summer trying his best to forget about it, only to get back in the fall and have Jon immediately come to him.

And they slept together again. And Jon had said those fateful words.

"I'm ready to try this again, if you are?"

Damian hadn't responded. He had laid there, letting Jon trace shapes on his skin and press kisses to his neck and shoulders.

And it felt so right.

Now, four days later. He had been staring at his computer monitor for ten minutes, and hasn't clicked his mouse once. He had just been thinking. Thinking about Jon. Because he wanted it. He wanted Jon back. It had been so easy to watch himself fall back in love with the farm boy from Hamilton County. And he couldn't even be mad about it.

"Hey, Plain White T, what's up with you?"

Damian's head snapped up to the door, finding Tim standing in the doorway.

How had he missed that opening?

"Pardon?" He asked, lifting his head off his thumbs, having rested his chin on the extended phalanges, the rest of his fingers clasped together.

"Plain White T. The band? It's a song reference? Ugh never mind." Tim stepped in and shut the door. "You okay kid?"

"Yes. I'm fine. What did you need?"

"Nothing, I was passing by and saw you hanging out in the clouds, thought I'd stop by and see what was going on."

Damian just hummed and reached for his computer mouse, forcing himself back into work. Tim stood there. Damian ignored him.

"It's Jon, isn't it?"

"Hm?"

"Well. Kon may have mentioned to me that Jon had started spending a lot more time in Gotham."

Damian was quiet.

"You two been hanging out?"

"Some."

"You two been hooking up?"

Damian shot Tim a glare and the man shrugged.

"I dunno, you're still making heart eyes at each other and we both know this family doesn't do well with emotions so it seemed like a good guess."

". . . Some."

"What's the issue then?"

Damian scowled at him. "Why do you want to know my relationships issues?"

"Because you're my baby brother and as annoying as you are, I care about you."

Damian sighed, closing his programs and motioning for Tim to pull up the spare chair. He sat across from Damian's desk, eyebrow arching.

"Jon wants to get back together."

"Oh shit."

Damian hummed and nodded.

"And . . . Do you?"

"I . . . Maybe? I can't decide. I can't- I want him back, but I also can't forget how things ended the last time. I don't want to do that to either of us again . . ."

"Well you two were a hell of a lot younger back then. And you've both grown a lot since then. You especially."

Damian nodded gently, tapping his fingers in the desk.

"Okay. So why aren't you getting back with him really?"

". . ." Damian opened his mouth to respond then shut it.

Tim raised an eyebrow. They stared at each other.

"I'm . . . Concerned, that I will not be able to move on from past memories and see past them to the new memories to be made."

"You're afraid of being hurt again."

Damian nodded in agreement. Tim nodded along for a moment, thinking.

"Don't be. It's better to love and have lost then never have loved all. Especially for us." He stood and headed to the door. "So, my advice, Damian? Is to just go for it."

Damian did not just "go for it".

It was another two weeks and another late night hook up later, they were laying there, Jon's fingers had been tracing scars for nearly ten minutes, and had finally made their way up to his throat, feeling the long jagged scar across his windpipe from long ago. He was staring down at it, not looking directly at Damian's face, and this gave him an opportunity to examine the man.

Jon had changed greatly with the years, and for a while it had slipped past him, but he was 25 - or was it 26? - now and this was the first opportunity Damian had had to just look at him. So much of his face was delicate, like his mother, but there was also so much resemblance to Clark you could see. His cheekbones were a little more prominent now, causing a slight shadow on his cheek with the harsh light of the moon. He sported a harsh scar on the right side of his face, and he had never really explained to Damian how he had gotten it, just that he had significantly reduced feeling on that side now. His black hair was in this interesting chop style that wasn't short but wasn't long either, it was floppy and sometimes curly and Damian wasn't sure if he liked it or not. And those blue eyes never left Damian when they were together, fondness and sadness in them.

"Jon."

Jon hummed, eyes flickering up to Damian's face.

"What are we doing?"

"I believe we're laying in bed after having just slept together."

Damian reached up and grabbed his wrist, stopping his hand from moving. Jon raised an eyebrow.

"Not that. What is going on between us? Because six months ago we were barely acquaintances and now you're wanting to get back together?"

Jon sighed and let his hand drop to Damian's chest, just looking at him.

"Yeah."

Damian raised his eyebrow and waited.

"I guess I realized sometime, over the summer, that I was still in love with you. Even with how we broke up . . . Seeing you, being around you, being with you intimately, it just kinda . . . Woke that up again."

Damian closed his eyes for a moment. That. That was what he was afraid of hearing. Because if Jon had said anything else, he could walk away and pretend and go on with life. But no. He couldn't not anymore. Not with that knowledge.

Damian pushed up on an arm, leaning up into Jon and kissing him again. Jon made a little noise and then pressed back into him, putting a hand down on Damian's other side to brace himself.

When Damian pulled back, he fell down to the bed, staring up at Jon again.

"What?" Jon asked with a laugh, reaching down to push Damian's hair aside.

"I'm still in love with you too."

Jon grinned slightly, then slowly lowered himself to kiss Damian softly.

"But," Damian murmured, gently pushing on Jon's shoulder until he pulled back.

"But?" Jon asked, tone pitching slightly.

"I- I have a lot of feelings to sort through. . . Involving our break up . . ."

"Oh . . ."

"So . . . Soon, maybe? But not . . . Not right now."

Jon was silent for a moment, considering this. Then he nodded. 

"Of course."

Damian felt himself smiling, and that got Jon to smile back.

"Soon," he promised softly, brushing Jon's hair out of his face.

"Soon." Was the soft agreement, coupled with a light kiss to Damian's forehead. 

Damian chuckled slightly and watched Jon fall to the bed beside him, grinning lazily. Then after a moment he got up and started getting dressed. Damian watched him, feeling a pang of longing for the Kryptonian to stay with him. Then he reminded himself, soon.

"Good night, Dami, sleep well," Jon murmured, leaning down and kissing him gently one last time before going and slipping out the window and disappearing into the night.

"Good night, Jonathan," Damian murmured after him before shifting to get comfortable, smiling lazily to himself.

Soon.

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