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    Graveyard mud, heavy and dark, clinging to a stained and torn suit. One shoe missing, a leg bent awkwardly and blood staining a bare foot.

    Milk white skin beneath the mud, black hair hanging in muddy clumps around his ears. Blue eyes staring back at him, animal-bright and dilated in the brief moment before he flinches back from the light with a cry of pain that stabs through Jason to the soul.

    His shaking hand closes around the flashlight before he can even think about it, cutting off the piercing beam and letting it spill out in shards between his fingers. For a petrifying moment as his eyes readjust, he’s sure that when he looks again, there will be nothing there.

    “Tim?” he whispers.

    The lean and ragged figure, tiny, god he’s so small, lowers his hands away from his face, away from his eyes wide and glittering almost silver in the moonlight.

    Hands, mud-covered and torn. The red of his shredded fingernails is sickeningly dark in the broken light.

    He’s vomiting before he even feels the bile making its way up his throat.

    Day 30: DIGGING YOUR GRAVE
    major character death | left for dead | ghosts

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    Bruce doesn’t often think about the nascent pack bond between him and Tim.

    It’s just...there, as it has been for a while now, and when he thinks too hard about it he remembers that it scares him.

    He notices when it snaps.

    He’s in the manor when it happens, a cup of coffee in his hands as he stretches his legs on his way back to his office. He’s not thinking about anything important, absently running through the quarterly reports in his head for the meeting he has in the next hour.

    The bond, a tiny shadow of a presence in the back of his mind, dissolves into hollowness.

     

    DAY 9: RUMORS OF MY DEATH HAVE BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED
    presumed dead | (blind) rage | tears

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    He has never argued with a punishment, not since he was a toddler, if then. Surely she’ll listen, surely she’ll see this is too harsh, that he wouldn’t be disrespecting her like this if he was simply sulking over not getting his way. He needs that food, needs to be able to eat enough if he wants to be Robin.

    He’s been hungry before, but back then, it never mattered if he was a little weak or dizzy. It never risked his life or the life of his partner when he was a kid.

    She turns, sighing softly and pursing her lips. She reaches out to pat his cheek, and for a moment his heart soars hopefully, and he barely restrains himself from leaning into the rare bit of contact and soaking up his mother’s touch. “Oh, Timothy,” she tuts. “This is for the best. And honestly, I think it’s wise for you to cut down a bit on the snacks. I’d hate to have to listen to anyone tittering at the next gala that you’re getting chubby.”

    And without another backwards glance, she turns and heads upstairs, leaving Tim alone and frozen at the bottom of the steps.

    Day 6 - TOUCH AND GO
    bruises | touch starved | hunger

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    Damian tries to pull his wrist out of his grasp.

    Any other time, Dick would let him go without hesitation, always careful to make sure his personal space is respected.

    This time, he catches his other wrist as well, gentle but firm as he crouches down to make eye contact. “Hey,” he says, smiling gently. “Do you trust me?”

    Damian tilts his head, his forehead creased. “I do not understand why you are asking me this,” he says. He doesn’t pull his hands away, and that’s answer enough.

    Day 4 - TRUST FALL
    “Do you trust me?” | taken hostage | pushed

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    He presses further into the younger boy’s space. “Let’s get one thing straight, Replacement,” he snarls lowly, and he knows his eyes are glowing an awful, predatory green. “I am very dead. And if I have anything to say about it, Batman isn’t ever going to be happy again.”

    His face is tight with pain, but he’s doing a valiant job at controlling his ragged breathing, his blood a steady drip drip drip onto the tile between them. His eyes meet Jason’s unflinchingly, and Jason can see the green glow reflected in them. He expects begging, bargaining, even some of that trademarked Robin sass that Dick seems to have passed along with the mantle.

    “Who did this to you, Jason?”

     

    Day. 3 - STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT…
    taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”

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