The Bat-LANGUAGE (WARNING: SWEARING)
The process of making this comic can be simplified to that yes-no-orange-jacket-guy meme.
Me working on my pile of assignments, studying, and drafting college applications: (¬_¬;)
Me screeching at my first comic thingy and only discovering "gutters" after I spent a full day of break drafting, and about to boogie the living hell out of Koalemos himself: ( ⊙ꇴ⊙ )
This post was based off of @theaceofarrows's post! Check out their post through this link!
Since it's Epilepsy Awareness Month, I tried to finish this at least sometime in November... even if it meant starting on the 27th, finishing it on the 29th, and posting on the 30th.
If you (or anyone around you) want to get a basic understanding of epilepsy, try epilepsy.com. Even though Epilepsy Awareness Month is ending, it's not like epilepsy is gonna suddenly vanish. SO. Donate and/or spread the info. And as always, be wary of what you read/find on the internet.
P.S.
Gotta prepare my college applications Part II so I had to speedrun the rest of the coloring which has essentially become... blobs??? !(꒪A꒪|||)
Drafting and "line-art-ing" took two solid days. Bless Discord for granting me the strength to continue with supportive and uh... eccentric friends. XD
I've also been discovering a lot more Jason Todd fans IRL, so shout out to you wonderful people! It was so much fun screaming about Jason with you all! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
Edit: DAUM. Thank you all so much!! I'm glad that this made your week, @theaceofarrows! Thanks so much for creating the prompt. Apart from providing me the inspiration to draw, you also got me into better understanding epilepsy. So, thank you! <3
And thank you ALL! You have no idea how much I love reading through your tags. This is legit my new form of therapy. I’m glad that this was received well! You all are amazing. Seriously.
Keep thriving, everyone! ( ˊᵕˋ )°♡
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okay. So.
Serious Red Robin theory coming.
Tim wasn’t put in the Lazarus Pit. But. That doesn’t mean they didn’t use it on him. The pit’s healing properties have been shown to work in small portions. Like, the healing is proportional to the amount of lw used.
The cave with the pit isn’t exactly a sterile environment. So either the pit was needed or it was an attempt to put Tim off balance, a psychological weapon. Though the White Ghost’s reaction to the assumption seems to dispute that. If the pit’s healing is proportional to the amount used it makes sense that the psychological effects are to, along with the duration of those side effects.
Ra’s had serious reasons to use the pit on Tim, between the additional room for emotional manipulation and Tim’s life threatening injury which wasn’t immediately treated and was in fact exacerbated like, a lot… yeah. Tim lost a lot of blood. He lost was stabbed in the organ that filters blood: meaning all your blood passes through your spleen. He was bleeding out, he should have died, he dragged himself and another person to a car, drove said car back to the city, and got them both up to the penthouse. Recovering from that would take a long time, he shouldn’t have survived at all. But he healed quickly and well, it isn’t an issue, it happened and it was over. I know we as a fandom like to have fun with Tim’s missing spleen and what that means but… canon didn’t and looking back I feel like there was a lot pointing at the pit being used in a much more insidious was, not just in the logistics of Tim’s recovery.
Ra’s was insanely trusting of Tim. Not just in his ability to do what he wanted but in his belief that Tim would ultimately come around to his way of thinking. Now, I can obviously see that Tim was in a very vulnerable position and if Bruce hadn’t actually been alive Ra’s could definitely have succeeded. But it feels like more than that, especially with Tim’s ensuing behavior. A lot of his time with the league is glossed over or seen from Tam’s perspective, but Tim was acting different. It’s easy to attribute this to the objectively terrible situation and the year he’s had, but his behavior isn’t the same as it was at the beginning of the run either. And the difference in behavior fades. As Red Robin Tim is more ruthless and pragmatic, mostly due to necessity. Even stealing from a museum and fighting for it makes him incredibly uncomfortable. He still did it. But he was still acting like Tim, making jokes and doing his best to diffuse the situation and keep everyone alive. After the surgery his focus gets even more single minded. He barely puts up a fight about leading the league. Of course partly for Tam, and he tried to keep killing to a minimum but cmon. He was leading the league of ASSASSINS. There were assassinations happening. People died when he blew all the league bases and he barely registered that beyond thinking that the council of spiders probably made it out, implying part of him knew death was a possibility and he didn’t care. But he didn’t think about the moral implications of that in a way that was very reminiscent of Jason’s selective morality. If he had stopped to think about it he wouldn’t have done it, but he was focused to much on beating Ra’s, on not compromising, that the complexity of the situation didn’t sink in. The obvious effects of his actions, the possible deaths and injuries of anyone inside a league stronghold wasn’t acknowledged while the underlying message sent to his opponent was the only thing he could think about. Just like when Jason attacked Tim at Titans Tower to send a message to Bruce despite his hardline stance against hurting kids.
So. The League did use the pit on Tim, just a little. Maybe two tablespoons in the wound to accelerate recovery and weaken his morals a bit. It would certainly make a lot of sense. And the writer did change when Tim came back to Gotham so it’s entirely possible that it was meant to be touched on later but was discarded.
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Ao3 is down. I'll be posting here.
Two Weeks Of Whump Challenge Day 2. Isolation Chamber
Tim raised his fist to knock on Bruce's bedroom door, but froze.
He was being stupid.
This wasn't something he needed an adult for.
This wasn't something he needed to bother Bruce with.
But… he wanted to.
He exhaled and dropped his hand, head swimming.
He didn't need to wake Bruce.
He didn't need to bother him.
It wasn't like he'd never been sick before.
He coughed harshly and leaned back against the wall, sliding down to sit beside his adoptive father's closed door, letting his forehead rest against his knees.
He'd felt lousy when they'd returned from patrol, but since he'd lost his spleen that was nothing new. He could usually just deal with the fatigue, but this wasn't that.
He wasn't feeling any better, even though he'd been laying in bed for the past several hours. He felt hot, sweaty, sore, and completely exhausted.
His throat hurt.
He kept coughing.
And his ears wouldn't stop ringing no matter what he tried.
He wanted help.
He wanted someone to take over and make him feel better. He'd tried everything and just felt worse and worse.
But, at the same time, Tim knew he was nearly an adult. He didn't need attention like some kid, but he was just… so tired.
Yyyyy
"Tim, wake up."
He tried to.
He really did.
But his eyes were glued shut.
Every muscle ached like he'd just gotten back from mountain climbing.
His head wouldn't focus.
"Tim!"
It was hot.
Way too hot.
"Bruce? What's going on?"
"Get Alfred! Now, Dick!"
He heard a whimper and felt a large hand rub his chest. "Shh, shh. You're going to be okay. Just stay with me. Open your eyes.
Everything felt like it was spinning. He could feel his breaths coming out in desperate, short gasps.
"Jay, go get a thermometer."
"Hm? Why..? Oh, shit."
He coughed, body spasming.
Why couldn't he open his eyes?
Why… why was it so hot?
"You're going to be okay. Just stay with me."
Yyyyy
Cloth was around his eyes when he woke up.
He… he felt something in his hand.
"Tim? Tim, can you hear me?"
"'ruce..?" His throat was killing him, and he hadn't expected talking to be as hard as it was.
The thing in his hand moved and he was able to tell that… it was another hand.
Someone was… holding his hand?
"It's me, buddy. How are you feeling?"
"What happened?" He was so hoarse he almost didn't even recognize his own voice.
"You're sick, buddy. I shouldn't have let you go up against Freeze without backup. You fainted in the hall sometime yesterday morning."
"Sorry." He breathed. "What're you doin' here?"
"Making sure you're doing alright. You scared the hell out of me, Tim."
"S'rry." He was tired.
Confused.
Dizzy.
"Don't apologize."
"You don't… need to stay. Imma be fine."
Something brushed his head, pushing his sweat-soaked hair back. "I'm staying. Deal with it."
Bruce's voice was soft, but he could hear that he was smiling.
"Mm. Tired." He whispered.
"You can sleep. I'll still be here."
Yyyyy
The next time Tim woke up, there was beeping.
He felt the tickle of a nose cannula, and the pressure of tape holding an IV in his arm.
He was so cold.
"Bruce..?" He whispered.
The only thing he heard was the beeping of machines.
He still couldn't see.
His bones felt like lead weights.
"Bruce?" He tried to speak louder, but irritated his throat and fell into a coughing fit.
The beeps changed.
An alarm sounded.
There was a hiss, like a sealed door sliding open.
"Breathe. Come on, Tim. Breathe. In and out."
A hand rubbed his chest, helping to calm his fit.
"That's it. That's it, buddy. You're going to be okay."
Bruce..?
He sounded worried.
Tim turned his head towards the voice.
"Said… you'd be here."
The hand stilled on his chest.
"I know. I'm sorry. But you took a turn for the worse, and with your spleen, we couldn't take any chances."
"Where..?"
"You're in the cave. We had to set up the bio room for you."
Tim felt chilled all over again, for an entirely different reason.
The med bay was always kept sterile, but was also equipped with recessed, air-tight walls that could be pulled out to seal the room off completely in case of emergency.
It was mainly used in cases of bioweaponry, dangerous patients, or in need of a holding cell. In other words, he was in isolation.
"Tim, please." His hand was picked up by a gloved hand and pressed to a chest. "Breathe. Like this. You can do it."
He tried.
He really, really tried.
"Tim, you need to breathe slower."
"Please." He croaked. "Please."
"Tim, you're hyperventilating." A second hand combed through his hair, but stopped when the glove ended up just tugging his hair.
"Don' leave. Don't wanna be alone."
The hand holding his hand against Bruce's chest tightened.
"Buddy, I'm so sorry. It's for your own good."
"I'll be good." He felt wetness on his face and couldn't tell if it was tears or sweat.
He'd always been left alone when he was sick.
His parents always had work, and the people they worked with didn't need to be getting a child's cold passed onto them.
His father tended to… fancy… the nannies which meant his mother fired and rehired them too fast for any of them to care too much about his comfort while sick.
Bruce…
He used to bring him soup and hot drinks.
He used to sit with him.
He…
He used to… be there.
"Don't leave." He whispered through gasps. "Please..?" He was definitely crying now.
"Tim, buddy. It's for your own good. I'm sorry. I'm… Timmy, I'm so sorry."
"I'll be good. Please. Please don't leave."
"I have to. I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't even be in here now."
"No. No, no, no. Please, please. I don't want to be alone."
The intercom blipped to life. "Bruce, he needs to be sedated. His heart rate's way too high, and he's panicking."
"Tim-,"
"Please. Don't do this. I don't want to be alone."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Timmy. It's for your own good."
He felt a prick in his neck and his brain started to fog.
He was tired.
His hand grew limp.
"I'm sorry, Timmy. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, son."
The last thing he felt was his hand being laid across his own chest.
The last thing he heard was the hiss of the door closing.
The last thing he knew, was that he was once again alone.
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The obligatory Missing Spleen fic
Dick’s glare bore into the back of Tim’s head. He continued to type. If it was really important, Dick could come over and say it.
Tap, tap. Steps blended into the quiet tapping of the keyboard, and DIck Grayson grabs the chair beside Tim’s perch, turning it so he is sat on the seat backwards. He continues to glare. Tim continues to type, focused. A heavy sigh. Tap goes the keyboard.”Timothy.”
The name is almost enough to make Tim look up. As it stands, he continues to type, responding in a deliberately distracted tone, “Dick?” Dick almost growls. “Timothy. Your’ spleen.”
“What about it?” Dick does growl this time. “You don’t have one.” Tim huffs quietly. “Yes, I know. Nice growl, by the way. Very Batman-like.” He receives a scowl in response. “Why haven’t you told anyone?” TIm looks up calmly. “I have. Dr Thomkins has been made aware, and has given me the appropriate medication. All relevant forms are in my medical records with her, in case of emergency there is a note saying to call.” Dick’s frown deepens, if possible.
“Tim, you’re missing a spleen. THat is something you need to inform the team about- and you haven’t! I don’t know how or when you lost it-“ Tim cut him off. “I didn’t lose it, it got stolen. And Cassie, Kon, Bart, and Cass all know. In case of an emergency, Steph has full access to the information as well. I have been taking my meds, and taking care of the issue. I’m perfectly fine, so if you would excuse me,” he returned to typing on the computer.
Dick glares, huffs, and raises his voice. “WE are your team, Tim. Me, Damian,” “and that is exactly why you don’t have access to the info, excluding an emergency. Knowing you, you would tell Damian, and last thing I need is him swapping my meds, or increasing the target he apparently thinks I am, as you refuse to do anything substantial regarding his behaviour.” Dick huffs in annoyance, “Timmy. You know he is learning, and improving, if you would just give him a chance-“ TIm turns away from the computer again, to meet DIck’s frustrated gaze. “I have, Dick. I have given him so many chances. And that is why I won’t be giving him another.”
“But we are your team, your family-“
“YOung justice is my family, Dick. I lost my place with the bats the day you took away Robin. Think about it. When was the last time you saw me in the cave, or manor even? I’m only here because Bruce has some files I can’t access remotely.” A flurry of tapping later, as Dick attempts to make excuses and reassurances, and Tim logs off.
“GOodbye, DIck. I’ll see you around. If you don’t mind, don’t tell Damian what we said, will you? THanks.” He turns on his heel, and the roar of the motorcycle fills the air, as DIck stands, staring at his brother’s retreating back, so similar to the position Tim took years back, gazing desperately as his brother leaves him to deal with the bats alone. After a moment, his knees crash to the floor, as he wonders where they had gone wrong.
(For context, this is abt a week after Damian cuts Tim's line)
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