Whumptober 2021
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Always Another Blood Spilled, Another Blood Shared by SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)
02 Oct 2021
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He’s almost surprised by the bitterness that floods the back of his burning throat. Of course Bruce didn’t really come and save him.
He never did when it counted.
He’s alone in this, the same way he was before, and that’s okay. He’s not just Jason this time, not just a stupid, reckless kid in a brightly colored death shroud. He’s the fucking Red Hood.
“Jason?” a tiny voice croaks.
Ah, shit.
Day 1 - ALL TRUSSED UP AND STILL NOWHERE TO GO
"You have to let go” | barbed wire | boundSeries
- Part 1 of Whumptober 2021
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Home is a Haunted Heart by SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
03 Oct 2021
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His father is on him in a second, pinning him back against the cabinets behind him with impressive speed for a man who was in a coma mere months ago. “They aren’t your family, I am,” he snarls in his face. “And someday you’re going to learn to respect that.”
Some frayed thread of self-control, worn thin by years of this bullshit, finally snaps. “I was always here, I was always ready for you to come home and act like family,” he spits back, heart pounding in his chest. “You were the ones who never wanted to be. Bruce Wayne has acted like more of a father to me than you ever have.”
Jack’s hands move from pinning his shoulders to wrapping around his throat in the space between heartbeats. Tim should be able to break the hold, easy. Should be able to push him away, strike his legs out from under him even without his bo staff to help him. He’s Robin.
Instead, cold ice spills through his veins, freezing him in place even as his windpipe buckles.
Day 2 - TALKING IS OVERRATED
garotte| choking | gaggedSeries
- Part 2 of Whumptober 2021
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Believe, You and Me (It's More Than Drums) by SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)
04 Oct 2021
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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?”Series
- Part 3 of Whumptober 2021
- Part 1 of Prodigal Son
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Redemption Lies Plainly in Truth by SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)
27 Oct 2021
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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 | pushedSeries
- Part 4 of Whumptober 2021
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Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines by SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
23 Dec 2021
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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 | hungerSeries
- Part 5 of Whumptober 2021
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Rose Cut Letters (only there when you're blind) by SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
21 Mar 2022
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All he can see of Jason now is a hunched-up blob. “I’m - I can’t see,” he chokes out, and there’s none of the viciousness that was there moments earlier. “I can’t - it’s too dark, I don’t, - please let me out.”
His voice cracks.
“You are out,” Tim says, trying to make his tone soothing even as his heart clenches at the sheer fear in the older boy’s voice. “I - I don’t know what you’re seeing, but you’re outside, you’re on a roof, we’re not far from the docks. We got hit with something, do you remember that?”
The blob twitches. It might be a nod.
“Okay good,” he says, letting out a breath. “It’s, um. I don’t know what it was, but I think it’s affecting our nervous systems. I can’t - I don’t know about you, but I can’t move super well? And I think it’s messing with our ocular nerves. Your - your eyes are fine.”
Day. 7 - MY SPIDEY-SENSE IS TINGLING
helplessness | numbness | blindnessSeries
- Part 6 of Whumptober 2021
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the days of theft (no more) by SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
22 Jan 2022
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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 | tearsSeries
- Part 7 of Whumptober 2021
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Look Inside My Heart (and Find a Perilous Ravine) by SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
10 Feb 2022
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Ra’s face is frozen on the screen, lips curled upward in smug, victorious pleasure.
Tim doesn’t know how to look away.
Dick is moving, grabbing Damian where he’s come up to see what’s going on as well. He puts his body between the boy and the screen, ignoring his startled protest. “Jason,” he snaps. “Take him into the manor, now.”
Tim lets out a shuddery breath, grabbing the back of the second chair and dropping into it, hand still linked with Cass’s.
His chest feels hollow.
“Tim - ” Bruce says hoarsely, but he cuts him off.
“Where did you get this footage?” he asks, voice flat and empty.
Bruce swallows. “It was sent to me,” he says quietly.
He huffs a laugh. It’s an awful, cored-out sound. “By Ra’s,” he murmurs.
No. 12 - IT’LL BE FUN, THEY SAID
torture| made to watch | beggingSeries
- Part 8 of Whumptober 2021
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The valet opens the door as he places a ticket under the windshield, a hot breeze lazily snaking its way into the backseat. Then, he climbs out and shuts the door behind him, and the air falls as still as a crumpled quilt.
He doesn’t so much as glance at the backseat window as he walks away, leaving Tim alone to wait.
And that’s… that’s probably fine! His parents did say that going to a gala with them was something for big kids to do, and he already knows big kids are supposed to be able to be able to be apart from their parents without throwing a fit, so maybe this is why. Maybe waiting like this is part of every grown-up event, and that’s why he needed to be a big boy before he could come with them.
So yes. He can be a big boy. He can wait, alone.
It’s even kind of exciting! He’s not sure he’s ever been completely alone, without even a nanny nearby.
He just… well, he wishes they could have left the AC on while he waits.
Day 15 - FEED A COLD, STARVE A FEVER
delirium |fever dreams| beesSeries
- Part 9 of Whumptober 2021
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Instead of All the Colors That I Saw by SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
09 Mar 2022
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Dick comes around to stand fully in front of him, keeping a steadying hand on Tim’s arm. “Just because you know you’re safe intellectually doesn’t mean you always feel safe,” he says softly. “It’s okay if you don’t feel safe.”
“But it’s not okay!” Tim bursts out. “Because if I don’t feel safe, then how is Jason supposed to feel safe? He shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable just because my brain is screwed up!”
There’s a faint sound by the door, barely more than an intake of breath, and his eyes snap to the no-longer empty doorway.
Day 28 - IT’S NOT JUST IN YOUR HEAD
“Good. You’re finally awake.”| nightmares | panicSeries
- Part 10 of Whumptober 2021
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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 | ghostsSeries
- Part 11 of Whumptober 2021