Fic: Drugged Out Tim
Title: Drugged Out Tim
Author: Brokaw22
Disclaimer: The norms
Rating: T
Story Synopsis: While on patrol, Tim gets sprayed with an unknown substance, which makes him highly unpredictable.
Thanks to Kathy for beta work.
Jason wasn't exactly sure how he ended up with a crying Tim in his arms, nor was he sure what to do with said Tim. He knew the tears were caused by whatever chemicals had been sprayed in Tim's face during his patrol. They had crossed paths, and decided to work together for once. Thinking back on it, that should have been a sure sign that everything was going to go to hell. When Jason had managed to get back to his apartment with the drugged former Robin he was expecting some awful reaction from the unknown substance, but Jason wasn't expecting this. He didn't know what to do with this.
As far as he knew, Tim didn't cry...ever. This was completely new territory. Jason was afraid of what would happen if he didn't find some kind of antidote to whatever the hell the kid had been sprayed with, but he couldn't get Tim to let him go. The moment they stepped through Jason's window, Tim had latched onto him with a death grip that Jason couldn't get free from, even if he was willing to knock Tim out to do it.
The worst part was, Tim didn't say anything...just cried. Jason tried talking to him. At first he had tried to get Tim to let him go, and then, when that proved to be futile, he tried to get Tim to tell him what exactly the chemicals were doing to him that reduced him to tears, but nothing.
Jason thought it was creepy as hell, too, that not only did Tim not speak, but he didn't make a sound. There was no sobbing, no hitched breathing, no sudden sniffling...nothing. He just clung to Jason and cried.
Jason had one arm wrapped around the kid's shoulders, while his other hand clenched the bed. He sat there quietly while he counted the minutes. Surely, Tim would cry himself to sleep sooner or later, and then Jason could get to work on trying to figure out what the hell the kid had been dosed with. Unfortunately, it had been an hour, and the crying hadn't let up.
Jason tried to get Tim to stop...tried to get him to lay down...tried to get him to do something to help himself out of this situation, but still nothing. It was getting to the point that Jason was ready to call Dick and make him deal with this mess. Surely, Dick had dealt with a crying or emotional Tim far more than Jason had, right? After all, even when Jason tried to kill Tim, he never let the indifferent or pissed off mask falter. But Dick? Dick was his big brother--Tim's idol and all that--so Dick had to be used to this kind of thing...at least Jason hoped he was.
When Jason reached for his cell, however, Tim grabbed at it, and threw it across the room. Jason thought about just knocking Tim out, but he wasn't sure that was a good idea with whatever was coursing through his blood stream, and really it wasn't like the kid was being violent. Creepy and emotional, yes; but violent, no.
So Jason held him, and let him cry. It wasn't like Jason had anywhere to go or anything to do anyway, but he was starting to wonder if the entire point of the chemicals were to force someone to cry themselves into dehydration, because that sure as hell was a lot of tears with no end in sight.
Jason sat there for another 20 minutes trying to think of something, but before he could come up with a better plan than knock Tim out and hand him over to Dick, Tim forcefully let go of Jason. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Jason wasn't sure why he was being asked that question. After all, it was Tim who had sat here for over an hour crying.
"Um...," was all Jason got the chance to mutter before there were tears running down Tim's face again.
"Knock me out already. I want this to stop. I need this to stop." Jason just stared at Tim for a moment. He didn't think he'd ever be getting the angry 'how dare you' expression for NOT knocking Tim out. "What is taking you so long? Are you enjoying this? What? You finally get to see me as an emotional wreck, so now you feel better. You're not the only Bat with too many issues to deal with and you're just soaking up the lack of control here."
Jason didn't understand where the anger was coming from, and he didn't even really understand most of the accusations. Tim had suddenly gone from crying mess to angry crying mess, and this was literally the most emotion Jason had ever seen from the kid. He didn't honestly think it was fair for Tim to expect him to be able to cope with this.
"I...I don't know if knocking you out is the best option here, Timmy."
Tim glared at him harshly. "Don't call me that, and just knock me the hell out. I don't care what happens after that. I can't be like this anymore."
"What do you mean you can't be like this anymore? Are you honestly telling me that you can't be emotional?" Jason didn't think provoking the kid was the best option, but if it stopped the tears, he was willing to get Tim as angry as possible.
Tim growled at him like a wild animal. "Stop analyzing me, and just knock me out before I string you up by your ears, Jason."
Jason raised an eyebrow at him. "I thought I was the one against being psychoanalyzed. Maybe I should just let the chemicals in your system run their course, and see what you're so afraid of. Maybe I'll finally see the real Tim for once."
Tim glared at him for a moment before getting up. "I don't need you, Jason. I can easily get out of here, and knock myself out."
Jason stared at him in disbelief. "I thought I was the reckless Robin, Timmy. What the hell is your problem."
Tim's eyes narrowed at that. "I'd rather be dead than be your entertainment for the night, Jason."
“Look, I have no idea what the hell is in your system right now. How the hell am I supposed to know if knocking you out leads to a fucking coma or not?”
“Run tests, moron.”
Jason was getting increasingly more annoyed by the minute, but let it go in favor of using logic...after all, Tim liked logic. “Yeah, cute...in case you hadn't noticed, you wouldn't even let me get near my med kit...not alone...”
Tim cut Jason off before he could even finish his sentence. “Yeah, well, I'm letting you now.”
Jason went to get a syringe to take a blood sample and figure out what the hell Tim was hopped up on, but before he could slip the needle into Tim's skin the kid grabbed it, and jabbed it into Jason's neck. “What the fuck?” Jason pulled the needle from his jugular, and tossed it across the room, but before he could get to his feet Tim kicked him in the face, sending Jason sprawling across the floor. Jason scrambled to his feet, but it was too late. Tim was already out of the window.
Jason, however, had no intention of dealing with a drugged out Tim on his own. He searched his surroundings for the cellphone Tim had tossed away earlier and called Dick. “Your little brother is one serious pain in the ass, you know that?” He spoke as he checked his face for blood. His nose wasn't broken, which Jason guessed was something.
“Jason? What? What happened? What did you do to Tim?” Dick's concern was evident from his tone.
Jason ground his teeth together, but tried to keep his temper under control. It wasn't as though he didn't understand why they always assumed it was his fault, but that didn't mean that it still didn't piss him off, all the same. “He got sprayed with some unknown substance while we were checking out a warehouse. Unfortunately, the warehouse burst into flames shortly there after, so there's no samples of the stuff left...except for what's running through his system right now.”
“You honestly expect me to believe that the two of you were working together?”
Jason growled into the phone. This conversation was lasting far longer than he wanted it to. “Look, Dickie-bird, I don't give a damn about what you believe. The kid that you like to refer to as your little brother is out running around hopped up on some crazy unknown substance, which is making him highly unpredictable and fucking insane, but if that's not important enough for you to give a damn about that's your problem.”
Dick sighed into the phone. “I guess it's too much to ask that all of his tracers on still on him, right?”
Jason thought about it for a moment. “Honestly, I don't know. He might have ditched them after he stabbed me in the neck with a fucking syringe.”
“He did what?” Dick sounded truly shocked at the prospect--although, Jason wasn't sure why.
“Yeah, sweet kid you got there. I was just trying to take a blood sample.”
“And you have no idea which crazy we're probably dealing with here?”
“No, there wasn't anything obvious connecting the stuff to any of the major crazies, for all I know, it could have been some idiot getting a little too creative with his chemistry set.”
Dick sighed again. “Helpful.”
Jason's anger was flaring up again. One day he would understand why everything involving one of the Bats was always so damn complicated. He was almost longing to deal with Bruce, at least it would certainly cut down on the amount of talking. “Look, golden boy, if you want to take a syringe to the jugular, be my guest. Personally, I think you should just be happy that I didn't shoot the kid.”
“I'm sure Tim didn't mean it.” Dick sounded like he was trying to defend Tim and sate Jason all at the same time.
“Yeah, well, I'm sure it fucking hurt. Now, can we stop with the chitchat? You have a little bird to go track down, and I have other shit to do.”
“You aren't going to help me find him?” Dick sounded truly affronted.
Jason wasn't sure if he should be angry or amused by Dick's outrage. “I told you about the kid's condition, I didn't shoot him, and I'm not frickin' Lassie. As far as I'm concerned, I've done enough good deeds for one day.”
“Come on, Jason, you have to help me.”
Jason huffed out a laugh at that. “I don't have to do shit, Dickie-bird. Have fun finding the kid.” He was just about to hang up, but before he could, Dick's voice stopped him. “What was that?” Jason growled out.
“I'll have Alfred come to your new place.”
Jason paused for a moment to consider that. “What the hell kind of threat is that?”
Dick scoffed into the phone. “Please, like you really want Alfred over at your place, tidying everything up, and commenting on everything. You know he'll force you to get a teapot, and then he'll make regular visits, and expect you to act like the boy he helped raise...at least while he's there. Plus, no one is better at the guilt trips than Alfred.”
Jason glared, even though Dick couldn't see it. “You wouldn't dare.”
He could tell that Dick was smirking evilly just from his tone. “Of course, I would, so the only real question left is, are you going to help me find Tim or not?”
“Meet me near the docks in 15 minutes.” Jason growled into the phone, and then hung up. He couldn't believe he was so easily blackmailed into this, but as Jason grabbed his leather jacket and headed out his window, he guessed he should have expected as much when he called Dick.
The End (for now)
Author: Brokaw22
Disclaimer: The norms
Rating: T
Story Synopsis: While on patrol, Tim gets sprayed with an unknown substance, which makes him highly unpredictable.
Thanks to Kathy for beta work.
Jason wasn't exactly sure how he ended up with a crying Tim in his arms, nor was he sure what to do with said Tim. He knew the tears were caused by whatever chemicals had been sprayed in Tim's face during his patrol. They had crossed paths, and decided to work together for once. Thinking back on it, that should have been a sure sign that everything was going to go to hell. When Jason had managed to get back to his apartment with the drugged former Robin he was expecting some awful reaction from the unknown substance, but Jason wasn't expecting this. He didn't know what to do with this.
As far as he knew, Tim didn't cry...ever. This was completely new territory. Jason was afraid of what would happen if he didn't find some kind of antidote to whatever the hell the kid had been sprayed with, but he couldn't get Tim to let him go. The moment they stepped through Jason's window, Tim had latched onto him with a death grip that Jason couldn't get free from, even if he was willing to knock Tim out to do it.
The worst part was, Tim didn't say anything...just cried. Jason tried talking to him. At first he had tried to get Tim to let him go, and then, when that proved to be futile, he tried to get Tim to tell him what exactly the chemicals were doing to him that reduced him to tears, but nothing.
Jason thought it was creepy as hell, too, that not only did Tim not speak, but he didn't make a sound. There was no sobbing, no hitched breathing, no sudden sniffling...nothing. He just clung to Jason and cried.
Jason had one arm wrapped around the kid's shoulders, while his other hand clenched the bed. He sat there quietly while he counted the minutes. Surely, Tim would cry himself to sleep sooner or later, and then Jason could get to work on trying to figure out what the hell the kid had been dosed with. Unfortunately, it had been an hour, and the crying hadn't let up.
Jason tried to get Tim to stop...tried to get him to lay down...tried to get him to do something to help himself out of this situation, but still nothing. It was getting to the point that Jason was ready to call Dick and make him deal with this mess. Surely, Dick had dealt with a crying or emotional Tim far more than Jason had, right? After all, even when Jason tried to kill Tim, he never let the indifferent or pissed off mask falter. But Dick? Dick was his big brother--Tim's idol and all that--so Dick had to be used to this kind of thing...at least Jason hoped he was.
When Jason reached for his cell, however, Tim grabbed at it, and threw it across the room. Jason thought about just knocking Tim out, but he wasn't sure that was a good idea with whatever was coursing through his blood stream, and really it wasn't like the kid was being violent. Creepy and emotional, yes; but violent, no.
So Jason held him, and let him cry. It wasn't like Jason had anywhere to go or anything to do anyway, but he was starting to wonder if the entire point of the chemicals were to force someone to cry themselves into dehydration, because that sure as hell was a lot of tears with no end in sight.
Jason sat there for another 20 minutes trying to think of something, but before he could come up with a better plan than knock Tim out and hand him over to Dick, Tim forcefully let go of Jason. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Jason wasn't sure why he was being asked that question. After all, it was Tim who had sat here for over an hour crying.
"Um...," was all Jason got the chance to mutter before there were tears running down Tim's face again.
"Knock me out already. I want this to stop. I need this to stop." Jason just stared at Tim for a moment. He didn't think he'd ever be getting the angry 'how dare you' expression for NOT knocking Tim out. "What is taking you so long? Are you enjoying this? What? You finally get to see me as an emotional wreck, so now you feel better. You're not the only Bat with too many issues to deal with and you're just soaking up the lack of control here."
Jason didn't understand where the anger was coming from, and he didn't even really understand most of the accusations. Tim had suddenly gone from crying mess to angry crying mess, and this was literally the most emotion Jason had ever seen from the kid. He didn't honestly think it was fair for Tim to expect him to be able to cope with this.
"I...I don't know if knocking you out is the best option here, Timmy."
Tim glared at him harshly. "Don't call me that, and just knock me the hell out. I don't care what happens after that. I can't be like this anymore."
"What do you mean you can't be like this anymore? Are you honestly telling me that you can't be emotional?" Jason didn't think provoking the kid was the best option, but if it stopped the tears, he was willing to get Tim as angry as possible.
Tim growled at him like a wild animal. "Stop analyzing me, and just knock me out before I string you up by your ears, Jason."
Jason raised an eyebrow at him. "I thought I was the one against being psychoanalyzed. Maybe I should just let the chemicals in your system run their course, and see what you're so afraid of. Maybe I'll finally see the real Tim for once."
Tim glared at him for a moment before getting up. "I don't need you, Jason. I can easily get out of here, and knock myself out."
Jason stared at him in disbelief. "I thought I was the reckless Robin, Timmy. What the hell is your problem."
Tim's eyes narrowed at that. "I'd rather be dead than be your entertainment for the night, Jason."
“Look, I have no idea what the hell is in your system right now. How the hell am I supposed to know if knocking you out leads to a fucking coma or not?”
“Run tests, moron.”
Jason was getting increasingly more annoyed by the minute, but let it go in favor of using logic...after all, Tim liked logic. “Yeah, cute...in case you hadn't noticed, you wouldn't even let me get near my med kit...not alone...”
Tim cut Jason off before he could even finish his sentence. “Yeah, well, I'm letting you now.”
Jason went to get a syringe to take a blood sample and figure out what the hell Tim was hopped up on, but before he could slip the needle into Tim's skin the kid grabbed it, and jabbed it into Jason's neck. “What the fuck?” Jason pulled the needle from his jugular, and tossed it across the room, but before he could get to his feet Tim kicked him in the face, sending Jason sprawling across the floor. Jason scrambled to his feet, but it was too late. Tim was already out of the window.
Jason, however, had no intention of dealing with a drugged out Tim on his own. He searched his surroundings for the cellphone Tim had tossed away earlier and called Dick. “Your little brother is one serious pain in the ass, you know that?” He spoke as he checked his face for blood. His nose wasn't broken, which Jason guessed was something.
“Jason? What? What happened? What did you do to Tim?” Dick's concern was evident from his tone.
Jason ground his teeth together, but tried to keep his temper under control. It wasn't as though he didn't understand why they always assumed it was his fault, but that didn't mean that it still didn't piss him off, all the same. “He got sprayed with some unknown substance while we were checking out a warehouse. Unfortunately, the warehouse burst into flames shortly there after, so there's no samples of the stuff left...except for what's running through his system right now.”
“You honestly expect me to believe that the two of you were working together?”
Jason growled into the phone. This conversation was lasting far longer than he wanted it to. “Look, Dickie-bird, I don't give a damn about what you believe. The kid that you like to refer to as your little brother is out running around hopped up on some crazy unknown substance, which is making him highly unpredictable and fucking insane, but if that's not important enough for you to give a damn about that's your problem.”
Dick sighed into the phone. “I guess it's too much to ask that all of his tracers on still on him, right?”
Jason thought about it for a moment. “Honestly, I don't know. He might have ditched them after he stabbed me in the neck with a fucking syringe.”
“He did what?” Dick sounded truly shocked at the prospect--although, Jason wasn't sure why.
“Yeah, sweet kid you got there. I was just trying to take a blood sample.”
“And you have no idea which crazy we're probably dealing with here?”
“No, there wasn't anything obvious connecting the stuff to any of the major crazies, for all I know, it could have been some idiot getting a little too creative with his chemistry set.”
Dick sighed again. “Helpful.”
Jason's anger was flaring up again. One day he would understand why everything involving one of the Bats was always so damn complicated. He was almost longing to deal with Bruce, at least it would certainly cut down on the amount of talking. “Look, golden boy, if you want to take a syringe to the jugular, be my guest. Personally, I think you should just be happy that I didn't shoot the kid.”
“I'm sure Tim didn't mean it.” Dick sounded like he was trying to defend Tim and sate Jason all at the same time.
“Yeah, well, I'm sure it fucking hurt. Now, can we stop with the chitchat? You have a little bird to go track down, and I have other shit to do.”
“You aren't going to help me find him?” Dick sounded truly affronted.
Jason wasn't sure if he should be angry or amused by Dick's outrage. “I told you about the kid's condition, I didn't shoot him, and I'm not frickin' Lassie. As far as I'm concerned, I've done enough good deeds for one day.”
“Come on, Jason, you have to help me.”
Jason huffed out a laugh at that. “I don't have to do shit, Dickie-bird. Have fun finding the kid.” He was just about to hang up, but before he could, Dick's voice stopped him. “What was that?” Jason growled out.
“I'll have Alfred come to your new place.”
Jason paused for a moment to consider that. “What the hell kind of threat is that?”
Dick scoffed into the phone. “Please, like you really want Alfred over at your place, tidying everything up, and commenting on everything. You know he'll force you to get a teapot, and then he'll make regular visits, and expect you to act like the boy he helped raise...at least while he's there. Plus, no one is better at the guilt trips than Alfred.”
Jason glared, even though Dick couldn't see it. “You wouldn't dare.”
He could tell that Dick was smirking evilly just from his tone. “Of course, I would, so the only real question left is, are you going to help me find Tim or not?”
“Meet me near the docks in 15 minutes.” Jason growled into the phone, and then hung up. He couldn't believe he was so easily blackmailed into this, but as Jason grabbed his leather jacket and headed out his window, he guessed he should have expected as much when he called Dick.
The End (for now)