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    “Are you an organ thief?”

    Robin made a choking sound.

    “An organ thief?” Batman repeated, and now he sounded a little amused.

    Tim nodded once, which was a mistake, because the pier rolled unnaturally under his feet.

    “Important screening question,” he said.

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    Tim is high on pain meds, but is he going to let that stop him from saving Batman and Robin? Of course not.

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    "I don't know why we're wasting our time with him," says Dick. "Just tell him he's not good enough already."

    It's a hallucination, like all the rest. Objectively, Tim understands that.

    But he feels the words like an icepick in his chest all the same, and a part of him knows. This version of Dick might not be real, these words might not be real, but what he's saying is true anyway.

    "Are you fucking listening to me?" says the man in the red helmet. "The big bad bat's not coming to save you." There's a crash, and when Tim turns toward it, his desk's been overturned. His laptop is lying on the floor in a tangle of cords. If any of this were actually happening, Tim might be afraid that it was broken.

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    "Did you see?" says Dick, and he lets go of Tim's shoulders to take him by the arm, tugging him toward the kitchen instead of the Batcave. "Alfred made cookies."

    "Think he's trying to lure you in," says Tim, with a huff of a laugh. "Like one of those traps they bait for raccoons."

    "Raccoons are too smart for that, baby bird," says Dick, blithely, and swipes up one of the bait-cookies anyway, biting into it with an appreciative little hum.

    Tim finds somewhere else to look — fixes his gaze on a spot on the far wall, trying hard to ignore the way the kitchen smells of cinnamon and nutmeg and sugar. His stomach twists a little, hopeful, and he tells it firmly that these aren't for him. They're Dick's welcome-home cookies.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    Dick Grayson hugs the way most people breathe: easy and natural, like it's a necessary part of living.

    Tim's wrapped up in one now, his brother's arms all the way around his shoulders, tugging him in close.

    He's never told Dick that the first hug he can remember is that day at the circus, from a stranger who would in time be family. He's never told Dick that the next hug he remembers after that is nine years later, caught up in those same strong arms. He thinks he'd rather die than admit it.

    "You're not hurt?" Dick is saying. "Nothing cruel and unusual, right?"

    "She only let me have one cup of coffee a day," says Tim, very dry, and Dick makes a strange sort of a sound, almost a laugh, and tightens his hold so much it sweeps Tim right off his feet.

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    "Jeez, you're morbid." When the kid just bared his teeth in what could be generously described as a grin, if one were to squint and generally have the vision quality of a mole, Jason turned back to the rapidly paling Tim. "You want to sweep the place for signs of Nightwing while I wrap things up with junior over here?"

    "Junior," the kid scoffed, which was real fucking rich for someone who was an inch or two from being strictly categorized as fun-sized. "Fuck off."

    "Hey, watch your mouth. Kids who don't know times tables aren't allowed to swear."

    "I can multiply just fine, jackass."

    "Hood," Tim cut in, voice squeaky like it'd been squeezed-compressed-squashed ten times over. "I don't need to keep looking for Dick. He's right there."


    or, who would've thought that a de-aged Dick would be really angry, really annoying, and really attached to Jason?

    (Bruce. Bruce would've thought. This might be his worst nightmare, actually.)

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