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    “We don’t have to do this,” Kon reminded Tim.

    “I know,” Tim replied. “I could be into this. Especially if it makes you blush like that.”

    Kon reached up to touch his cheek, offended. “I am not blushing.”

    Without fanfare, Tim held up his phone, snapped a picture, then turned it around to show Kon a high-resolution photo of him… yeah, blushing. Kon couldn’t argue with him there.

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    03 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 10

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    "and i love too, that love soon might end
    be known in its aching
    shown in the shaking
    lately of my wasteland, baby"
    wasteland, baby! (hozier)

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    08 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 10

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    Tim’s gaze, gunmetal gray, slices down the length of his arms, the pistol, to the last target on the far end. Cordage under his skin jumps. His shot goes high, missing center mass, blowing off the target’s hypothetical lower jaw.

    Tim’s arms sag. He looks to Dick, who’s watching the destroyed remnants of steel-backed paper spit smoke.

    “Good,” Dick says. Tim points the pistol at the floor.


    or: firearms training in the batcave, what could possibly go wrong

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    21 Apr 2026

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    Wally gets a babysitting gig from an old friend.
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    Dick crouches to be at Damian’s eye level, and his voice suddenly takes on a brisk tone, one Wally associates so strongly with being assigned patrol routes that he twitches. “Wally, this is Damian, Damian, this is Wally. Wally is one of my very best friends. He is very important to me. You aren't going to stab him. This isn’t a debate,” Dick says, when Damian raises an eyebrow, “Or a rule. You can’t physically do it. He is much faster than you.”
    “I know what his powers are,” Damian says, sounding annoyed, and also like he considers them to be a fun challenge.
    “I would like it to be a rule,” Wally volunteers.
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    "Who’s the last person who saw him?" Jason asks Tim. "Did you talk to D- the kid? Nightwing never does anything without talking to him, what’d he say?”
    There’s a sudden, nervous silence.
    “Hey,” Jason says, dangerously, “Where is the kid?”
    “Hm,” Tim says. “He’s- in school -,”
    “On a Saturday? In July?” Tim makes a sound like a chipmunk in a trash compactor. “Tim, did you fuckin’ forget about the baby? Do not hang up on me-”
    “Don’t real name me at work!” Tim squawks, panicked, and hangs up.

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    27 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 87

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    “We will be climbing down and then up,” Damian decides, given the evidence.

    “No, Damian,” she says, and starts off walking, forcing him to come after her as the rope tugs taut. He chews on his lip behind his gator, cringing and trapped by his mistake. Survivalist exercise? Or maybe navigation? Some sort of test? He can’t afford to be wrong again.

    “There shouldn’t be any crevasses,” Ommi says into the silence, “but if I start to fall, cut your rope immediately. Understood?”

    “Then I can’t stop your fall,” he argues. She gives him a look, just the briefest glance over her shoulder. “Understood.” They crunch on for a minute. “I could rescue you, Ommi.”

    “No.” The word clouds the air, just briefly. “You will preserve your own life only. You should think of saving your breath, it’s a long way down.”

    That’s not an order, however, so he’s free to push. “We are leaving the compound.” She doesn’t reply. Damian squirms for a moment, trying to find a way to ask that requires no question at all. “We have a destination already in mind.”

    “Yes,” Ommi says, finally. “Gotham.”

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    Talia, Damian, and leaving the devil you know, the hell you've built, the life you've made your own.

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    27 Mar 2026