DCU Fanfic: Only Friend
Title: Only Friend
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Tim, ghost!Jason
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 297
Genre: general/friendship
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: 2 different comment_fic fills (haha, filled my own again). Prompt 1: "DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, Jason's ghost is Tim's only friend at first..." Prompt 2: "author's choice, author's choice, When he closed his eyes, he swore he felt someone touching him." Tim was lonely, staring at the case, wanting a friend...
Link: comment_fic 1 & comment_fic 2
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Sometimes, Tim wondered if he would ever really be Robin. Bruce seemed to keep putting off letting Tim debut. Dick told him it would happen soon enough, but Tim still worried. He tried not to worry because well, Dick told him not to, and everything had started because of Dick, hadn't it?
That was completely true. It was never really about Batman. It was always about Robin, even when Robin wasn't Dick. When Tim had figured out Dick was Nightwing and no longer Robin, Tim was curious. He found out about Jason Todd, and at first, Tim was unhappy about the new Robin. What right did Jason have being Robin? Just because Batman seemed okay with having a new Robin, it didn't mean Tim was going to be.
That was until the night Tim saw Dick and Jason on patrol as Nightwing and Robin. If Dick was okay with a new Robin, so was Tim, not that all that mattered now. Tim was going to be the new Robin, if Batman ever let him out, that was, and Jason was dead. The Case holding Jason's Robin costume always seemed to be staring down at him, and it made Tim unsure if he was ready to be Robin, or if his predecessor was even okay with Tim taking up Robin.
After a while of staring at the Case, Tim started to doze off a little. When his eyes slid shut, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He snapped out of his doze, sitting up quickly, looking around and seeing nothing until he looked up at the Case. He could have sworn he saw a reassuring, friendly smile. Tim didn't have many friends, and even though Jason was dead, he felt like they had become friends that day.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Tim, ghost!Jason
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 297
Genre: general/friendship
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: 2 different comment_fic fills (haha, filled my own again). Prompt 1: "DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, Jason's ghost is Tim's only friend at first..." Prompt 2: "author's choice, author's choice, When he closed his eyes, he swore he felt someone touching him." Tim was lonely, staring at the case, wanting a friend...
Link: comment_fic 1 & comment_fic 2
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Sometimes, Tim wondered if he would ever really be Robin. Bruce seemed to keep putting off letting Tim debut. Dick told him it would happen soon enough, but Tim still worried. He tried not to worry because well, Dick told him not to, and everything had started because of Dick, hadn't it?
That was completely true. It was never really about Batman. It was always about Robin, even when Robin wasn't Dick. When Tim had figured out Dick was Nightwing and no longer Robin, Tim was curious. He found out about Jason Todd, and at first, Tim was unhappy about the new Robin. What right did Jason have being Robin? Just because Batman seemed okay with having a new Robin, it didn't mean Tim was going to be.
That was until the night Tim saw Dick and Jason on patrol as Nightwing and Robin. If Dick was okay with a new Robin, so was Tim, not that all that mattered now. Tim was going to be the new Robin, if Batman ever let him out, that was, and Jason was dead. The Case holding Jason's Robin costume always seemed to be staring down at him, and it made Tim unsure if he was ready to be Robin, or if his predecessor was even okay with Tim taking up Robin.
After a while of staring at the Case, Tim started to doze off a little. When his eyes slid shut, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He snapped out of his doze, sitting up quickly, looking around and seeing nothing until he looked up at the Case. He could have sworn he saw a reassuring, friendly smile. Tim didn't have many friends, and even though Jason was dead, he felt like they had become friends that day.