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    “Baby Bird?” Jason’s voice shifted, softened into something almost fragile, as if he were speaking to a child. Maybe, in his eyes, Tim was exactly that. The familiar nickname—so wrong, so tender—sent a tremor down Tim’s spine. Jason never called him that. Jason never spoke to him with warmth.

    Jason hated Tim.

    He shut his eyes tight, praying this was just a cruel dream. But then warm hands cupped his face, grounding him. A metallic clatter echoed through the cave, sharp and final. The gun had hit the floor.

    “No, no, no—don’t close those blue eyes, Baby Bird. Look at me,” this time Jason’s voice cracked into a plea. Every word trembled with fear, with a need that made Tim’s chest tighten painfully. Tim bit down on a sob, the taste of salt and blood filling his mouth, forcing himself to lift his gaze and meet the toxic green fire of Jason’s eyes once more. He could feel the tremor in Jason’s hands, the way his knees pressed into the cold floor, and it made his own body ache with tension.

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    Tim wakes up in Gotham, which looks too foreign, but he finds a home there.

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    27 Jun 2026

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    Tim Drake is on the way home from school when he's taken by a group of strange men. When he comes to he's tied up in an unfamiliar house.

    With his captors failing to reach his parents for ransom, he's able to escape, only to discover he's no longer in Gotham, and he has no way home.

    “I could, but that’s the fine if you don’t come over next weekend.” Jason explains. “Because now B’s going to be all broody this weekend, and if I have to deal with that two weekends in a row, I get to eat your chips.”

    “Alright, fine I’ll come over next weekend if you're so…” Dick trails off as he notices something strange on the sidewalk in front of him. “Jay I’ve got to go, I’ll call you back.”

    “Dick, Wha-” Dick hangs up before Jason can finish, he feels bad, but this is more pressing. A small figure is trudging through the storm, occasionally stumbling like they’re injured. Far too tiny to be an adult.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    After the death of his parents, Dickie gets to be under Bruce’s care for a few months. Until his new guardian dies too, leaving him traumatized to the point of struggling to both talk and to eat. Alfred sees his struggles and decides to punish him accordingly. When Damian finds out, he takes matters into his own hands.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    Big smile, hands on his hips, eyes lit up behind that black mask.

    “I’m Robin!” Tim squeals, but it sounds nothing like him. His voice matches his size and demeanor, high pitched and soft and…happy. He lets out a giggle, flexing his arms in the mirror, giving a kick and a belated hi–yah.

    “That’s not a Robin uniform,” Bruce points out belatedly. It’s not the part Jason was noticing, but he’s right. It’s thin cloth, and too loose. The right colors and shapes, Jason supposes, but still, there's something off about it.

    “Well, that and he hasn’t met us, yet,” Dick points out. “He’s not old enough.”

    “But this is supposed to be his first day as Robin," Damian argues. Jason agrees—something is very, very wrong.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    Left off chapter 5

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    He thrashed, eyes flying open against the gritty burn, arms and legs flailing against the viscous green goo he was suspended in. Green green green. Everything was green, it seeped into his pores, tainting his skin. He tried to claw himself upwards but he didn't know which way was up. Nausea flooded his stomach, bile building in his mouth and mixing with the green. He retched into the water, sucking in more green with each gag. He arched, legs kicking out against nothing as he clawed at his throat. Darkness crept into the corners of his eyes, creeping closer and closer and Peter heaved and gasped into the green.

    Everything went dark.

    “No, c’mon Spider-Man, that way is up.”

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    Peter Parker dies on Titan, staring up at a yellow sky that he wished was blue, and then he was choking back to life in a pool of green. He doesn’t know what’s happening, but his healing factor is being weird and he doesn’t look like he did before.

    The man in the Red Hood says he can help, and maybe, just maybe, Peter will let him.

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    20 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Left off at chapter 15