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Pretty sure we’ve all seen the post ( if you know the one please help me! And put it in the comments :) of Jason getting invited to Jokers trial in the Ghost zone right?
And all those the batfam find out what Tim went through fanfics.
Well how about…
Tim being invited to stand witness for the trial of Ras Al Ghoul?
And that’s how everyone finds out about it. His missing spleen all of it. Not because they were clever detectives or an aware family or because Tim choose to tell them but because of fucking ghost law.
Also Tim playing up the trauma as much as possible for the jury and judge (Danny) to absolute horror of his family. XD
Oh also maybe Damian’s clones get invited I always felt kinda bad for them. But not Damian himself- he’d be so mad lol
A diary of Tim
Tim wasn’t an Addams , he wasn’t but he could have been. Tim wasn’t a Wayne but he was for a little bit. And damn if that doesn’t fuck with a kids sense of self.
DICK
January 5th
Condition: Concussion and sprained ankle
Dick always new his little brother was odd. It took a special kid of kid to stalk Batman after all and find out his identity… and blackmail him into becoming a Robin.
So yeah his little brother was odd but in a harmless sorta way. He blended into the shadows a touch more than the rest of them. His jokes strayed towards the depressing and alarming. And after Jason came back the violent. Tim could spot the tiniest traces of blood as if they glowed neon. Tim, Tim knew things. Things he shouldn’t, things he wasn’t have even been alive for, he knew. It was odd, but Tim was the kind one. The forgiving one. So it was fine, right?
Dick and Tim weren’t close anymore. Tim had forgiven Damian and Jason but not him. It stung, Tim looked at him as if he knew something, as if Tim was looking at Dick for something and had found his older brother lacking. It stung.
Dick use to be able to make Tim laugh. A special laugh, it sounded like gentle bells, Dick hasn’t heard it in a long time.
His little brother has a concussion and get up anyway.
“Baby bird, you need to take it easy.”
“Can’t cousin Wednesday is calling me.”
“Tim your cousin isn’t here?”
“But she’s calling me???”
Before Dick can blame the confusion on the concussion Tim’s phone begins to ring. His brother was odd.
Dick stays instead of leaving, he’s sick of leaving Tim alone.
“Of course I wouldn’t lie to you Wednesday, I trust you.”
His little brother sounded like bells.
“… it would eat you like poison if you knew what I knew, you would be angry too…”
Tim knew things. It stung.
Dick left the room.
Tim wasn’t there when he came back.