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"We were so worried, we heard you—" Ragatha starts, and then looks up. She meets Jax's gaze dead-on, and goes silent. Tears brim in the corner of her eye. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth. He can't tell if the look on her face is relief or fear.
Gangle's staring at him like she's seen a ghost. Pomni slowly raises to her feet, brows furrowed. She winces as every movement jars her wavering form.
Cowered on the floor, panting, confused and disoriented, with everyone standing above him, taller than him… it reminds Jax of something deeply unpleasant. They're all staring at him. They're all seeing him.
Jax knows they're not going to like what they see.
His breath quickens until his head is spinning, and he feels like he's going to vomit. He forces himself upwards with a frustrated cry, swaying in place, and then turns and bolts towards his room as fast as he can.
"NO!" Pomni screams.
(or: pomni pulls jax back from the brink.)
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- Part 1 of armor ends
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The earliest memory Tim had was of his mother’s face, peering down at him with soft blue eyes, backlit by the harsh fluorescent lights of the Drake labs. Tim’s mother was never soft. It made him think his earliest memory might only be a dream, something he came up with on cold, lonely nights to make himself feel better.
When Tim was older, his mother explained placebo effects while Tim went through a chemistry lesson on his tablet. Could a memory be a placebo? Can a child manifest something to make them feel warm, when their environment was nothing but cool steel?
In the end, it didn’t matter. Dreams and memories were both relative to the person remembering them, and as long as it made Tim feel better, like there might be one singular person that liked him, was proud of him…
If androids can dream of electric sheep, then clone boys can dream of having a loving mother.
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Tim is a Batman clone, Bruce Wayne figures out how to be more than Batman, Dick Grayson redefines family, and Jason Todd is going to take care of this little creepy, stupid child no matter how scary the assassins trying to get him are.
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Whoever we were before this island is gone.
The memories of every survivor who woke up are gone, leaving them with nothing but their name.
But the body remembers what the mind can't.
Instinct.
Muscle memory.
The particular way each of them moves toward danger instead of away from it.
The island isn't empty. Rescue isn't coming. And something has been watching them since they washed ashore.
Bruce looked at the faces he knew were supposed to be important to him but couldn't remember and made the only call that mattered.
"Whoever we were before the island doesn't matter anymore. We just have to do what we need to survive."
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Jason Todd has spent three weeks planning the perfect operation.
One uninvited Dark Knight later, the plan is on fire — literally — and Jason finds himself behind the wheel of a runaway truck with no brakes, a bomb in the hold, and Batman sitting calmly in the passenger seat.
What Batman does next is either the most infuriating or the most Bruce Wayne thing he has ever done. Possibly both.
He was going to die in a box truck in Gotham City traffic learning to drive stick from a man in a bat costume and it was going to be Bruce's fault and Bruce would feel terrible about it for the rest of his life, and that was almost satisfying except for the part where Jason was dead. Again. Second time.
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- Part 8 of The one-shots inside my head
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Damian has never understood Drake. At least, not until he gets a confusing phone call on patrol.
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Tim gets a pet. He and Damian bond over it. It's wholesome.