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Tim shrugs. “I know his limits. Sometimes he just needs a little push in the right direction.”
“A push,” Damian echoes incredulously. “Jason Todd needs a push. The Red Hood. The same one who tried to kill you a couple years ago.”
“You’ve also tried to kill me, to be fair.”
“To be fair, it would not be wise for you to push me, either.”
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After an injury benches Tim for a few months, he and Damian are forced to cohabitate until Tim recovers. Along the way Damian learns that there’s a lot he doesn’t understand about Tim Drake, starting with his total lack of self-preservation.
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11 Jun 2026
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One Grace-sleep is not so long.
It is not “night,” but Grace calls it night, and so Rocky does too. One human night. One third of one human day. One three-hundred-thousandth of Rocky’s life so far.
This is what Rocky tells himself. He folds up on his xenonite shelf above Grace’s sleeping area, and he listens, and he fiddles with his clock, and he tells himself that it is not so long.
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Rocky has lived through the deaths of many of his friends. He does not want to lose Grace.
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At some point, Grace was roofied at a nightclub.
He thinks it was in undergrad. It’s a strange and nebulous memory, even among his many strange and nebulous memories. Like weird flashes that don’t really follow any order and don’t really mean anything until they kind of start to.
He gets the first sense of it when he’s tipsy on Ilyukhina’s vodka, lying on the floor. He knows he’s been drunk before. He knows he’s been to clubs, because he can hear the music and picture the lights. But it’s this specific moment where he tilts, and he remembers thinking, oh, this isn’t right. And then that’s all.
It keeps coming back up. That oh feeling. Maybe because nothing is right, because he’s not supposed to be alone in the middle of space, with no way to get home.
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05 Jun 2026
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One thing that Rocky has learned about humans is that they like to look at pictures.
Maybe. Or maybe it is just a particular habit of his Grace, who seems to pass more and more time sitting in the projection room and looking at his rolling images of Earth.
Rocky likes Earth. Especially the beach. That’s Grace’s favorite place, too.
But the pictures don’t change. Not more than they did the first time Grace showed him, with the waves crashing up onto the sand and the leaves of the trees rustling in the wind.
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Rocky's perspective of Grace's depression on the journey to Erid.
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05 Jun 2026
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Things have been good, lately.
Trinity has been good. She likes going to work—likes the thrill of particularly difficult cases, likes the easy back-and-forth she’s starting to build with her coworkers, even likes arguing with Langdon. She likes her little apartment and she likes that she gets to share it with Dennis. (It’s way cleaner, now, and she eats real food half the time. And she has something to do in the evenings other than think about everything she’s lost).
Things have been good.
She should’ve fucking known what would happen if she let her guard down.
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Trinity is cornered on her way home from work. She gets out of it with a stab wound and a whole new wave of old trauma. (And of course, her least favorite coworker is the only one there to talk her down.)
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05 Jun 2026