I’ve been busy with commissions and haven’t had a chance to draw Tim in celebration of the news! Heres some of my old sketches and paintings featuring our boy. Thank you for giving me another character I can talk about in my dissertation!
The gaps that told him what Bruce Wayne did at what time, in what year as a child.
Tim is not Bruce, no, he is better. He will be better. If he can no longer be Robin, if can no longer be Tim then he will be a Batman the likes of which this dimension had never seen. The kind that would bring order. He could change them, all of them. Dick and Jason and Damian.
Timothy Drake has yet to be born.
Bruce, is the body he inhabits, is the skin he wears as his own. The burning sensation of holding back tears is easy enough to ignore. He’s had enough practice.
The first thing that comes out of Damian’s mouth when he speaks to Tim is “Marry Me.”
They had never spoken before, but Damian had stalked from afar, hunted his prey and observed everything there was to observe about one Timothy Jackson Drake.
He concluded his observation with two thoughts. One, Timothy was perfect and two, Damian needed him in ways that made his chest hurt when he thought of Tim going off and marrying people who weren’t Damian Wayne.
Remember some chapters are longer than others (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
Okay…. So I’m looking for a story. I don’t know if it’s brucinette or not but marinette got reincarnated into talia’s body? And she’ll be living her normal life but Bruce would be suspicious and and would keep tabs on her and she’ll get angry and would just go off on him for being racist among other things. Does anyone know about this and its name/author?
Y’all wanna know what I’m thinking about recently?
✨Socialite Tim✨
And I don’t mean like ‘Public mask to cover vigilantism’ I mean like really actually, ‘raised by his parents to be the high society gentleman they wanted him to be’ kind of Socialite!Tim.
And because I haven’t seen anything that will satiate this hunger, I have taken it upon myself.. to write:
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Stephanie stares at their target from across the room. The slender, dark haired man was easy to lose in the sea of posh black suits and champagne drinking snobs; every time she looked away, the guy would be shmoozing it up to some new group of people. It was ridiculous, he was like…. Her age!
“Hey,Jason,” Stephanie jabbed her elbow into the man next to her, startling him from his judgement of the hors d’oeuvres.
“What Imposter? Lose track of him again?”
“No jackass, tell me how is it that some richie 17 year old is running Drake Industries when I can’t even manage to pass my Biology exams?”
“Probably because you don’t study Steph,” a smushed voice answered from behind them. They both turned to see Duke struggling to swallow a crab-cake.
“… What are you doing, Duke?”
“It’s so dry you guys, I can’t swallow it, I’ve been trying for five minutes.” Duke mumbled, catching the crumbs that fell out as he did so.
“You know, it’s customary not to insult the host’s food when you been graciously invited to their gala,”
The trio whipped their heads around to look directly at the smooth voice who’d spoken just moments before.
“Though I don’t know how you’d know that, so I guess I’ll allow you a pass. Timothy Drake,” the man stuck his hand out in greeting, “What a pleasure to meet the newest of the Waynes. Duke, was it?”
Jason grasped the Timothy’s hand with a suppressed sneer as both he and Stephanie stepped forward to block Duke from sight, “I’m Jason, Todd-Wayne that is. I don’t believe we’ve met.”
Timothy half-smiled, “We have actually,” he dropped their hands, discreetly keeping his hand from touching his clothes, “Though it was before your.. accident so I can’t imagine you’d remember.”
Jason grit his teeth, “No, I guess I don’t.”
“All the same, while the invitation was open any of the Wayne family, I had hoped to see your Father in attendance, is he here?”
“Oh, he’s around here somewhere..” Steph gave a nervous laugh. No he wasn’t. Bruce was nowhere to be seen. In fact, Bruce was most likely looking through the Drake’s office finances. Y’know, the Drakes’ who’s son they were currently talking to. The one they were supposed to be watching.
That Drake.
“A shame. Well, if you see him, let him know I’m looking for him. I have… a business proposal for him,” Timothy’s lips twitched into a smirk as he drifted away to another group of chittering adults.
All three vigilantes stared after him, “Yeah, there’s no way he doesn’t know about the embezzlement.”
“Timothy Drake’s gotta go down.”
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Okay so this is really a very rough draft and I actually kinda don’t like how it came out but idk I think there’s more where this came from…
If you have any suggestion for “The Robins as” (see my tag “the robins as” for ideas), feel free to message me. Sometimes the more mundane the suggestion, the more challenging/exciting it is for me to write for. Haha.
And though I can’t promise that I’ll be able write for every single prompt I’m sent, know that I appreciate it.
DC Universe’s Got Talent (America’s Got Talent), as host, contestant, and eventual winner – because judges from the Fifth Dimension could no longer stand watching a human with such inhuman flexibility
Gothamite Ninja Warrior (American Ninja Warrior), where it’s usually just Cass and him battling it out for the top spot and the “obstacle course” includes parkouring to the top of crumbling gargoyles and jumping off twenty-story buildings sans parachute
Jason
Alfred & J’s Potluck Dinner(Martha & Snoop’s Potluck Dinner), where Alfred’s “Martha” and he’s “Snoop” and they host get-togethers for heroes and villains in the Manor kitchen
Hoodvs. Lair (Man vs. Wild), but instead of surviving in the wild, he’s trying to get past security in a new supervillain’s hideout week after week (guest-starring Roy)
Tim
BatFuzz Unsolved (BuzzFeed Unsolved), where he discusses controversial cases, such as the mysterious zombie-turned-vigilante wearing a red helmet, with his best bud and resident skeptic, Conner
Myth Boosters (Myth Busters), where he dispels/proves popular theories using the latest and most expensive Wayne Tech gadgets (and Bruce is a mere centimeter away from buying the TV network just to cancel this show)
Damian
Gotham’s Dumbest Videos(America’s Funniest Videos), which features clips of his siblings’ blunders during patrol (and him cackling in the background after he introduces each one)
Crikey! It’s the Irwins, and he’s actually with the Irwins (until his father reminds him to “Get. Back. To. Your Earth. Now.”)
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Not sure if I did it justice, but I really liked this suggestion, @fleetof-fandoms, so thanks!
You’d think that with him being the Robin with his heart on his sleeve, a respected vigilante to both superheroes and villains alike, and a beloved “constant” throughout the Multiverse, he wouldn’t do you dirty. And it’s moments like these, when you’re looking into his oh-so-warm eyes during a Poker game, that he banks on just that.
Jason and Tim: *watching close-up surveillance footage of Dick talking to Batman via the Batcomputer*
Jason: *frowning* Uh, what are we looking for again?
Tim: *rewinding the footage* Look closely! There’s a glint! A glint in his eyes!
Jason: Yeah, so?
Tim: That’s Dick’s tell! I’ve been trying to figure it out for years. Watch as he very calmly tells Bruce that Batnopoly Night went without a hitch while Alfred was busy putting out the fire in the library.
Damian: There’s no “glint”, Drake. His charm is his greatest con. We’ve all known it. We just fall for it every time.
Damian:*narrows his eyes* And, frankly, we need to learn it.
But he’s really not as competitive as you’d think. He’s just happy with any excuse for the family to get together outside of being vigilantes.
Damian:-Tt-Are you losing on purpose, Grayson?
Dick: *grinning* Why would you say that, Little D? Maybe you’re just better at this game than I am.
Tim: *scoffing* He’s a big boy, Dick. Tell him that you just don’t want him to throw a tantrum and walk out again.
Jason: *chuckling while figuring out his next move* Good times.
>>> — <<<
JASON:
His experience on the streets and on the field have made him nearly unbeatable at most games in the Manor.
Red Hood: Let me play in one of your casinos, all the games I want for however many times I want, free of charge, with none of your henchmen breathing down my neck.
Penguin [on the phone]: Ha! Have you gone mad, Bat Brat? What’s in it for me?
Red Hood: I won’t blow it up for another week.
Penguin:…
Red Hood: I mean, I’d let the guests get out first, duh-doy. But wouldn’t it be nice to have that place of business for seven more days?
If you ask him what his secret is, he’d probably just shrug and say, “Guts”. But don’t put mind games past him either.
Dick:*smirking* Is Little Wing about to fo-ooold?
Jason:Nah. Not when I have this. *drops his gun where his cards should be*
Tim:*rolls his eyes* Dude, you can’t just pull that thing out every time you’re about to lose.
Jason: *using his cards to scratch his chin* Oh, yeah? I can even do it when I’m about to win.
Damian: *stabs the table with his sword* And of this you’re certain, Todd?
Dick: Uh, guys… Maybe we should review the mechanics of this game?
Perhaps the best part about playing with (or against) him is that he’s not a sore loser. He’s learned the hard way that holding grudges can hold you back. Besides, if he’s being honest, he’s really looking forward to spending time with the family outside of “work”, too.
>>> — <<<
TIM:
Should it be a surprise that he prefers role-playing games? The detective in him just won’t quit.
Jason:*rubbing his hands in anticipation* Fina-freakin’-lly! “Batcaves and Beasties”, baby!
Damian:And I shall be Batcave Command–
Tim: *unceremoniously ripping the plastic off the shiny, new box with a Wayne Games logo* Not today, Blood Brat. This limited edition set was my design, so I take the lead.
Five and half hours later…
Dick:*rubbing his chin thoughtfully* Timmy?If I didn’t know better, I’d say we’re in the middle of solving the cold case you’ve been working on for three weeks now…
Damian: *throws his hands up in frustration* I knew it! “Jamie Gordie the Comish”? How stupid do you think we are, Drake? And what part of “Game Night” didn’t you understand?
Tim: *gets up from the table* Then maybe don’t pressure me into it when I’ve been working on a cold case for three weeks!
Jason: *shrugs* I don’t know about you guys, but I’m actually digging these apparently-not-so-imaginary scenarios.
It’s a challenge when you’re playing against someone as intellectual as him, but not for the reason you may think.
Tim:It’s statistically impossible!
Damian: That you lost? Of course not. Drake, need I remind you that, by definition, losers lose?
Tim: But I –
Jason: Timbo, we love you, but if you say “I ran the numbers” one more time, I swear to Bats…
Dick: That’s it. *takes out the game’s instruction manual and scribbles on it* Tim, I’m sorry, but it’s now officially illegal for you to do this much research for fun time.
>>> — <<<
DAMIAN:
He likes his games ancient and sophisticated. None of that 21st-century tomfoolery! We’re talking Chess, Tawla, Mancala…
Damian:*carefully contemplating his next move*
Clock:*tick-tocking*
Tumbleweed:*rustling*
Ants:*pitter-pattering*
Jason:*yawning*
Tim: *snoring loudly*
Dick:*Google-ing how to play the game*
Damian:-Tt-To say you’re all uncultured swine would be an insult to the swine.
Who’s he kidding? He definitely (though secretly) loves those “juvenile” games. It’s uncertain what he’s worse at, though: losing or winning.
During patrol…
Nightwing:*staring at Tim* Is that a… bite mark on your chin?
Red Robin: *setting up surveillance equipment* Oh, that reminds me. Hey, Jay, would you lend me one of your full-face helmets for next Game Night?
Red Hood: *gives Tim a thumbs up*
Nightwing: So… did Damian win or lose to you?
Red Robin: *looks back at Dick, deadpan* Wanna guess? Because believe me when I say that it could go either way.
Red Hood: *chuckling while aiming his scope at Black Mask’s window* Good times.
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@dangerous-doodle, I know this wasn’t exactly a “The Robins as” kind of Ask, but I thought I’d leave it to you guys to decide who the best is. Thanks! It’s one of those prompts that I’d like to eventually flesh out with the rest of the Batfamily included.
(Honestly, I rarely play card or board games, but I grew up with people who took the fun quite seriously. Ha ha.)
Requested by @vintageroses1014516: Hi! I love your writing! Hope you’re staying safe during this crazy time! I was wondering if you could perhaps do a Tim x reader where they’ve been going through a rocky time in their relationship and reader decides to try and make things right by surprising him at WE only to see Tim in a compromising position and run away? It can be an angst or fluff ending (I’m not picky). Thank you so much!
Tag list: currently there isn’t one, but if you want to be tagged in my writings leave a message ^^
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It’s hard for you to admit but it’s obvious that you and Tim are not like in the beginning. Things have changed, you and Tim changed and you reached a point where you don’t even feel like you are in a relationship anymore. Tim has to do his own thing in regards leading the Teen Titans, dealing with the mad men of Gotham and working at Wayne Enterprises, while you were concerned with college, having a part-time job while studying and also helping out the local animal shelters.
It happened slowly, none of you even realised. But you started talking less and seeing each other less and by the time you came to the realisation that this is happening you were afraid that might be too late.
You were both fine with the situation until you had a petty fight a couple of nights ago when you finally manage to meet after such a long time. It was over something so insignificant that you can’t even remember what it was, but it was, on the other hand, so significant as it made you both realise that you cannot stand being with each other anymore.
It was impossible not to think what is going to happen between you and Tim, and even though you were used to him not being around all the time, he was there most of the time when you needed support, and you were always there for him whenever he needed someone to listen and be there for him.
Looking back, you two shared such beautiful moments that it makes you cry only thinking about them. What happened? How come none of you saw that this relationship is falling apart? Does he even love you anymore? Do you still love you?
After a lot of thinking you told yourself that this cannot be the end of you and him. You love him too much to simply let him go like that and you were ready to fight for this relationship, for it to go back to normal.
It was Tuesday, a pretty sunny day for Gotham City. You only have classes in the morning and you don’t have any shifts today, so you prepared yourself since last night for the meeting you’re going to have with Tim today. He doesn’t even know that you are going to be there, you couldn’t text him, let alone call him. It was such a strange feeling, that you were not comfortable to text the man you love, the man you shared a bed with and the one who knows every detail about you.
You have to do this.
Perhaps you stayed outside the building for 10 minutes just staring at it, thinking that Tim is inside the building, hopefully. It was easy to get a pass in as everyone was used to seeing you visit Tim before your disruption. Then, you found yourself staring at the door of his office for another 10 minutes, afraid. Of what?
The love of your life was in there and you were not prepared for what was going to happen. He was either going to agree with you that this relationship is worth fighting for, or he will disagree. You were afraid of rejection, of losing him, of spending so much time recovering after a potential break up. That’s the reason you probably decided to ignore your gut and stick to this helpless relationship. You can’t lose him.
As you got closer to the door you couldn’t help but hear giggling from the inside. A girl. There was a girl inside. Perhaps she is a friend? She doesn’t sound very familiar to you, it’s definitely not someone from the Teen Titans nor his family.
‘’Someone might see us.’’ You heard. Then you heard kisses.
You could feel your heart starting to break, but there was still home that he wasn’t behind that door. Your Tim could never do that to you. But does your Tim still exist or is he just a memory? Maybe there were just two of his employees making out. You couldn’t help but find excuses for him.
And, man, how shitty the walls in these company are, you can hear everything! So many thoughts and feelings, but you didn’t care anymore and opened the door.
There he was. Your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend? You don’t know how to refer to him now. Sitting comfortably in his chair with Tamara Fox in his arms. Can you even blame him? You weren’t exactly expecting him to go behind your back and cheat you, but for some reason you are not even surprised. Just disappointed. If he cared about you he could’ve at least bother to break up with you properly.
‘’[Y/N]…’’ That’s the only thing he said.
Tamara was looking at you confused. You assumed that, perhaps, she doesn’t even know that you two are still dating. Tim, on the other hand, looks sad. Or that’s what you’re telling yourself. You can see that he is disappointed with himself, or maybe with how the things turned out, but that’s about it. She got up from his arms looking confused at both of you, and Tim is just staring blankly at the papers on his office. His eyes moved to face yours when you started talking.
‘’I guess this is it…’’ You almost whispered. But he heard you just fine.
That was the only thing you were able to say. You closed the door behind you and left. By the time you exited the building tears were falling on your checks. Deep inside you were hoping that he will come running after you and give some kind of explanation. Anything! You would’ve taken anything, but not that. Not silence. He could’ve told you that he was lonely, that he didn’t knew what he was doing, that is was just an adventure and it will never happen again. You stayed in front of the building for that it seemed a lifetime, but in real time it was just 5 minutes.
You turned around to face the building again, hoping that you will see him coming towards you.
Jason: *helping Alfred clear out the dinner table* You think we should’ve asked Harley to stay for dinner?
Alfred: If you wished to see Master Bruce’s hair turn to grey as you ate dessert, I don’t see why not.
Jason: *burps loudly and fans his breath away* Whoops. Sorry, Alf. Just my way of complimenting your cooking.
Alfred: *carrying the dishes to the kitchen* Then perhaps you should come here more often, Master Jason.
Jason: *following Alfred* I’d rather not cause any trouble.
Alfred: *stops in his tracks and turns to face Jason with a stern expression* And you don’t think it troubles me that you feel unwelcome here?
Jason: *takes the dishes from Alfred’s hands, sets them on the kitchen island, and pulls him in for a hug* Alf, hey… I didn’t mean it like that. I know you guys care about me, it’s just…
Alfred: *sobbing into Jason’s shirt* We’ve already lost you once… Once is enough, Jason…
Jason: *tightens the hug and gently plants a kiss on top of Alfred’s head* I know, I know… I’m back, Alf. I’m back.
>>> *** <<<
Dick and Barbara: *sitting on the carpeted floor in the study, enjoying the heat from the fireplace in front of them, going through a stack of photo albums*
Dick: *smiling fondly* Wow, these are old-old…. I should probably scan them before they crumble to pieces.
Dick: *stops at a page and points at a picture of Bruce and Jason on a boat, smiling, and holding up a tuna* Check this out, Babs… Aw, I love this one. I had a few days off from work, decided to spend it here. Somehow Jason convinced Bruce to take break from himself and go fishing.
Dick: *talking animatedly* So, there we are on Bruce’s huge fishing boat, the Bat-2-Sea – And Jason’s starting to get seasick because he’s been hanging out by the edge, waiting for a bite for hours – The persistence on that kid! – And he finally gets one! A big one, Babs – *spreads his arms* – and it was pulling down hard like you wouldn’t believe, but Jason just wouldn’t let go! – So Bruce drops the glass of wine he’s holding and runs to grab him –
Barbara: What were youdoing?
Dick: Who do you think took the picture? As I was saying – Bruce, he – he – *starts to laugh so hard that he tears up* trips over Jason’s line somehow and falls into the ocean! *slapping-the-floor laughing* The World’s Greatest Detective, in his Batwaders, drenched like a wet bird… *sighs happily* You should’ve seen his face!
Barbara: *turns the page* Oh, I can see it now. Still stone-faced, but wet.
Barbara: *stops at a page and giggles* Aw… Will you look at that?
Dick: *looks at the photo Babs is pointing at and chuckles softly* That’s adorable.
Barbara: Those scaly leotards fit him better than they ever did you, Boy Wonder.
Dick: *smirks* Whatever. But I have to admit, he did look great. He looked really… happy. I wish… I wish I saw more of him in action, you know? *voice breaking* I could’ve maybe trained him the way I did Tim and Damian –
Barbara: *rubs his back comfortingly* Dick…
Jason: *walks into the study* Dickie, I took some of your –
Dick: *clears his throat and wipes his eyes haphazardly* Hey, Little Wing!
Jason: Wait, are those our old family photos?
Barbara: *pats the empty spot beside her* C'mere.
Jason: *sits down and rubs his hands together* Where’s the one where Bruce goes kersplat in the ocean?
Jason: *flips through the pages and grimaces at his photos as Robin* You’re not gonna use these to blackmail me, are you?
>>> *** <<<
Duke: *watches as his RPG character explodes for the fifth time in a row and shakes his head* You beat me again! You’re so good at this game, man.
Jason: *snorts and puts his controller down* Dude, you weren’t even trying. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were letting me win.
Duke: What? Naaaah… That’s… Come on, why would I do that?
Jason: *gets up and shrugs, grinning knowingly* I dunno… ‘Cause you like seeing me alive?
Duke: Yeah. It’s pretty awesome, actually.
Jason: *offers to bump fists* I gotta pack up. Good game, though. See you around, bro.
Duke: *exploding-fist-bumps with Jason* You too, bro.
Jason: *pats Ace the Bathound’s head as he exits the game room*
>>> *** <<<
Steph: *examining Jason’s face* You look really pale.
Cass: *pointing at various spots on his face* And you have a lot of… scars.
Jason: *sitting on a stool in front of Cass’s vanity dresser, staring at himself in the mirror and absentmindedly running a finger over the shirt-covered scar on his chest* Yeah? That bad, huh?
Steph: *grins* Nothing a little makeup can’t fix.
Jason: *rubbing his chin* You think so? I mean, I just came here to borrow a few weapons from Cass, but if you think I need a makeover…
Steph and Cass: *look at each other and squeal in delight*
>>> *** <<<
Tim: And this *holding up a minuscule gadget between his fingers for Jason to see* generates a force field over your entire body. The more the impact, the greater the energy generated. Schway, huh?
Jason: *nodding his head appreciatively as he takes the gadget and sticks it on the lapel of his leather jacket* Schway.
Tim:*proudly shows Jason a Bat-shaped breastplate * Now, this – You’re gonna love this – It can turn you invisible to the naked eye for roughly 34.5 seconds, giving you time to do all kinds of offensive or defensive stuff. They won’t know what hit them, Jay. You’re basically gonna be invincible and Joker… Joker, he’s… he’s not… not gonna… *drops the breastplate unceremoniously*
Jason: *places a hand on Tim’s shoulder* Thank you, Timbo. Really. But I’ll be fine out there. You don’t have to worry about me.
Tim: Yeah? Can you promise me that? Because I don’t think I can live through another one of Bruce’s meltdowns.
Jason: *chuckles softly* Aren’t they the best?
>>> *** <<<
Jason: *staring at an empty grave layered with concrete in the backyard*
Jason: *rolls his eyes* I know you’re there.
Bruce: *comes out of the shadows and stands next to Jason*
Jason: Why’d you keep it?
Bruce: Because I’m a sentimental old fool.
Jason: This is just… creepy. Even for you.
Bruce and Jason: *stare at the empty grave in silence*
Jason: I’ve forgiven you.
Bruce: *glances at Jason, who could’ve sworn his adoptive father’s eyes were bloodshot*
Jason: You know that, don’t you? I mean, I know we’re always going to disagree about Jok– about him, and a few other things, but… You’ll always be family, Bruce. My family.
Bruce: *looks at Jason, smiling wearily*
Jason: *grinning back at Bruce*
Bruce: *puts an arm around Jason’s shoulder* Thank you… Son.
Jason: *pulls Bruce in for a tight hug*
Bruce and Jason: …
Jason: Hey, remember that time you went kersplat in the ocean?
>>> *** <<<
Damian: *knocks softly on Jason’s bedroom door* Todd.
Jason:*stuffing a duffel bag with clothes, homemade snacks, and weapons* Hey, kid, come in. I’m just getting my stuff ready –
Damian: These came from Mother. *drops a pile of books on Jason’s old desk*
Jason: *picking one after the other up excitedly* Tolstoy, Machiavelli, Sun Tzu, Shakespeare, Marx… No way…
Damian: They’ve been with me for a while. But since you rarely come over, they’ve been collecting dust and taking up valuable space in my room. -Tt-
Jason: *wiping the dust off with his shirt and hugging each one* She kept them… These were my friends back when I was in the League…
Damian: I didn’t realize we had more in common than just being my Father’s sons.
Jason: Wow. I have no idea how I’m supposed to bring all of these home. I mean, I got here on roller blades, for Bat’s sake–
Damian: *thrusts a piece of paper into Jason’s chest* This is for you.
Jason: *gingerly uncrumples it, revealing a painting of him and Damian*
Jason: *reading the writing in calligraphy underneath* “The Second Chance Robins”… *looks at Damian, feeling the tears well up in his eyes* You made this?
Damian: *looking down at his feet* When it’s my day… M-my d-day… Will you come over, too?
Jason: *gets down on bended knee to be at eye level with his little brother* Hey, buddy, look at me. Damian, look at me. Of course. Listen, we’ll do whatever you want. We’ll, um… We’ll take bad guys down together! Pull pranks on Tim! You name it, I got you.
Damian: Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Todd.
Jason: I promise that I’ll do my best, okay?
Damian: You could stay the night, you know. You’re home anyway.
Jason: *ruffles Damian’s hair and grins* I’d like that. As long as you hang out here with me. And I promise I won’t tell anybody because it’ll ruin our reputation.
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If truth be told, @wingedskyes , Jason makes himself available on his Death Day. Because even if neither he nor his family and friends mention it, he knows that they need him just as much as he needs them.
Thank you for this Ask. It was both fun and just a tad bit heartbreaking to write.
