You could say we have -” his mouth twists, “- family in common.” Do I… Do I know you? I mean, I’m here, so obviously I do, but -“ He stops talking at the pained look the ki - Tim, his name is Tim - is developing. There are clothes in the closet that should fit you. “I remember my name,” Jason says, frowning and sliding off the bed. The kid raises an eyebrow at him in the mirror. The kid turns to go, and before he can think about it Jason calls, “Wait!” Since you don’t recognize me, I’ll assume that’s the case.” Are you expecting me to not remember a single thing about who I am, or…?” The kid’s mouth twitches slightly in the corners, which Jason counts as a win. “What do you remember?” The kid says bluntly. The only person he remembers seeing is this kid. It’s the sassiest thing Jason’s ever seen, and paired with the bitchface, which Jason would guess is the kid's resting face, Jason can honestly say it's also the hottest thing he's seen. He doesn’t really get time to dwell on this, because someone - a kid, really, black hair and blue eyes just like him - walks into the room just then, crosses his arms, and shifts his weight to one leg. Really, this should have worried him more.Įspecially when he discovers that he remembers nothing but his own name.
Shockingly, this is all he can think about after waking up in a strange bedroom in nothing but boxers. (“I did regret it,” Tim notes several years later, sliding a shot of vodka across the table to an exhausted Dick Grayson, who downs it without a shudder and responds with an abundance of sarcasm: “Sure you did.”) You’re a saint, Tim.” Dick sends him a blinding grin. “Never let it go, attempt to maim me, set Cass on my case about the dangers - yes, yes, I know. But I swear to god, Dick, if he tries to kill me, again, I will -“ “And where else do you expect me to drop him?” Dick asks. “No, I’m staying to make sure Dick doesn’t make any stupid decisions! Like let him stay here!” “If you truly did not feel any urge to care for him, you would have left as soon as Grayson asked this favor of you, Drake.” “You’ve been saying that for the past fifteen minutes, and yet, you’re still here.”ĭamian makes a sound of agreement. He’s alive, he’s alive - “What, exactly, were you saying about a new apartment?”ĭick rolls his eyes. “Red,” He manages to choke out, staring up at the body - not body, he tells himself fiercely. A swift movement of his escrima sticks, and she’s out. Ivy continues - “You should thank -” She doesn’t see him move. He hears Red Robin hesitantly say, “Dick? Who is it? Who does she have?” You should be happy! When he wakes up he won’t remember a single thing.
He hears Babs, Tim and Damian talking frantically in his ear, but ignores them. “You - you -“ He can’t come up with the words.
He whirls on her, and watches her expression go smug. “Oh no,” Nightwing breathes, staring up at the limp body dangling precariously from Ivy’s leftover vines.
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