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Price of Solitude	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It's funny how he can still feel at least a part of himself even with a good amount of his gray matter splashed against the floor. Funny...except he's not laughing...he probably doesn't even have the strength, let alone, the ability. Tim Drake is going to die here, it doesn’t matter that he's much too young. He had a life to live, things to do, people to save, high school to graduate, a college to pick out...not that it means much anymore.

There’s no such thing as revenge for this act, nothing like justice. He can’t help anyone anymore, but his family still can. His eyes flick for the final time and he’s happy.

~&~

Dick looks over at Jason, raising his brows at the fact Bruce is still sitting at the console, searching for any clues Tim might have left about his whereabouts. There seems to be nothing, not even the tiniest bit of information for Batman to take and analyze.

Tim is gone and he left without a word to any of them.

They'd all noticed Tim's depression lately and though Bruce had brought the teen to Leslie and got him a pill regime...the bottles are still all full, showing his youngest son had not been taking any of the medicine. Bruce's chest feels heavy at this fact and he absently wishes he could have helped Tim in a way that would’ve mattered.

Tim’s friends are dead...his boyfriend...and his admittance of love had been rejected by his mentor and adopted father.

Bruce feels guilt most of all. Of course, he's worried but he can't help but think that this is all his own fault. He should have been more careful with Tim. The man pounds his hand on the keyboard and hears Dick and Jay approach with careful footsteps.

"Bruce...you should get some rest. Jason and I will take over. You need sleep. I'm sure Tim's fine, he probably just had to...ya know, go out and find himself. He's been through a lot lately." Dick’s aware that it isn’t the best excuse in the world for Tim’s absence, but without actually knowing what’s going on with his younger brother, it’s the best he can come up with.

The oldest man sighs and shakes his head--Dick is right, he *does* need some sleep. It’s something he’s neglected., along with his job as Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s prince. He needs to focus, sleep on this whole situation with Tim and then reexamine it from a new angle when he wakes up. It’d be good for all of them. “Alright, Dick…Jay…” The man stands, squeezing his adopted sons’ shoulders once before heading up to the manor and his bed.

~&~

"It seems time has run out for the young detective. Unfortunate." Ra's al Ghul stares down at the dead body of Tim Drake while his men clean up the area, removing the body of the rogue assassin who the Demon's head had personally offed for going against orders and killing someone so...important. The man crouches down and presses the back of his hand to Tim's cheek.

Cold. Dead for a few hours.

He looks over the mess that was the other half of the teen's skull and...smiles to himself, thoughts racing through his head--he can work with this. Ra's stands to his full height and orders over a couple of men with a wave of his hand, telling them to take the body and follow. He strides across the chamber floor, heading further in the cave compound, deeper down into the earth until reaching a old set of wooden double doors which open with a high-pitched squeak.

Inside, a Lazarus Pit bubbles in the ground as Ra's removes his cloak and turns to the men, almost gently taking the dead teen from their arms. "Leave us." The assassins go quickly, shutting the doors behind them, leaving their master with the privacy he feels is required for this moment.

Ra's sets Tim down for a moment, stripping away the shreds of the Robin costume, leaving the teen naked. He hoists the bird back up into his arms and walks towards the pit, then without a pause, *in*to it, lowering his arms and letting Tim go, watching as he sinks in the murky, warm liquid.

It's only a few quiet seconds before a hand reaches up suddenly, followed by the teen bursting forth, gasping and reaching out for the man's shirt, fisting it and pulling himself in close. Tim pushes his wet bangs from his face, staring around the chamber before his blue eyes meets Ra's' green ones. He doesn't say a word, just reaches to grab at the man's neck. He doesn't get far. Instead the man's hand closes around the bird's throat, slowly cutting off his air as he pushes, making Tim sink back down.

Ra's takes the teen's wrists in one hand and holds them above his head as Tim continues to squirm with his temporary lapse into insanity. He's always been a patient man, so he has no problem dealing with the teen like this and, in a few minutes, Tim is finally calm in his arms, staring up at him with wide eyes full of confusion.

"Ra's...w-where am I?"

"In one of my Pits, Timothy."

The teen stands to his full height, wrapping his arms around himself once Ra's lets go of him. "I don't...remember anything...why I'm here...why... Ra's..." Tim bites his bottom lip and falls into the man with a whimper, physically and mentally exhausted, his thoughts...fragmented and out of place. But he remembers Bruce and Dick...Jason and Kon and Bart and...then there's Ra's. He drops his arms and closes his eyes.

Tim's not sure what to think, but for some reason, he feels like he's come home.

Ra's picks the teen up carefully, carrying him out of the Pit and raising a brow when Tim presses in closer to him, clinging. The man crouches down for a moment, grabbing his cloak off the ground to wrap it around the bird's body to keep him warm and hide his nakedness. Strolling out into the main chamber, all of his underlings stand in lines, ready to take the orders the man gives. "We're going back. I have what I came for."

The men march out immediately, Ra’s following after with the bird secure in his arms. He doesn’t say anything as they load onto the jets, most of the underlings taking one, while Ra’s’ closest come with him and his prize in the smaller and faster vehicle.

Settling into his seat, the man brushes back Tim’s bangs to get a good look at his features. He runs the tips of his fingers over the bridge of the boy's nose, down to his parted lips, the curves of flesh rough and chapped against his skin. Ra's pulls his hand back after a moment, dropping it to the cloak to pull it more securely around Tim.

They’re halfway to their destination before the bird stirs. Slowly, his eyes flutter open, his focus going to the man's face. Tim presses his forehead against Ra’s’ neck; his head hurts from thinking too much, from trying to remember what happened with Bruce and Dick and Jason, why he isn’t in Gotham, why he isn’t Robin. Ra’s hasn’t given him much to work with, the man really hasn’t said anything helpful at all, just been petting Tim’s hair and scratching at the back of his neck.

It feels good, making him coo softly and lick his dry lips as he presses up into the affection. He’s not sure why he’s with Ra’s, but he wants to think that he…belongs here, that this is where he needs to be, wrapped up in the man’s arms. He feels like he already has his scent memorized and the way he sounds as he chuckles deeply with amusement.

There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with this at all. Tim’s safe and warm here. What more could he need?
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