Fic: Beloved (Tim Drake, Jason Todd, PG-13, pre-slash, Batman Fandom)
Title: Beloved
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: PG-13 (torture)
Fandom: Batman (comics)
Pairings/Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd
Prompt:kissbingo type:dirty
Summary: Had his Beloved returned?
Warnings: AU. Dark AU. Pre-story death of main character. Off screen torture of a main character.
Beta: None
Beloved
The door rattled and beyond it voices yelled. Tim struggled against the chains that bound him to the floor, determined to be somewhat upright when his captors came back in for another round of 'torture the Red Robin'. Not that they ever called him that. He hadn't been in costume when he'd somehow managed to set off a device found in an old store room of Wayne Industries. The guards in the new location he'd ended up in had recognized him as Tim Drake immediately, and stunned Tim with tasers before he could react. He'd woken up in this cold cell, chained to the metal post in the center of the room, dripping from the cold water used to revive him. A cold voice, one that Tim's mind insisted was Dick's, though Tim refused to believe it, had said to "interrogate Drake, but keep him alive until He returns."
Tim didn't know how long ago that had been - days maybe, but it all blurred together in a haze of pain and unconsciousness.
The door burst open and Tim tried not to flinch from the light.
"Holy--" someone shouted.
"Get Lord Todd," someone else said as hands suddenly came around Tim. "Can you stand, my lord?" a third voice asked.
Tim whimpered as a hand jostled a cracked rib, closing his eyes in pain. "Careful," the second voice ordered.
"Tim?" a familiar voice asked. Tim opened his eyes to see Jason Todd standing in front of him, a look of concern on his face. Tim blinked stupidly, trying to figure out how Jason had broken out of Blackgate. "Jesus, Tim," Jason said softly, reaching out to cup Tim's face as the others around him, all dressed in ninja black, managed to get Tim's chains undone. Tim sagged forward when the pressure of the chains was released, and found himself held up by Jason. "I've got you," Jason said.
"J... Jason?" Tim asked.
To Tim's shock, Jason tilted Tim's head up gently. Tim saw his face reflected in Jason's eyes, the dirt and blood that smeared his skin. Jason leaned down and tenderly pressed a kiss to Tim's bloodstained temple. "I'm here, Beloved. I've got you."
Tim tried to wrap his brain around the endearment, but when Jason shifted, the pain spiked, and Tim cried out before the world went black.
Jason caught Tim as he passed out, handing him over to his chief lieutenant, Z. "Careful with him," Jason ordered. Was it possible? Had the Batman used the Lazarus Pit on Tim, reviving his enemy to torment him? It sounded like something the sadistic Bat would do.
"Yes, my lord," Z replied. He took Tim in a princess carry and Owens and Prudence flanked him, weapons ready, as they headed out to the extraction point while the rest of the ninja surrounded Jason. The leader of the retrieval team arrived in the hallway, carrying a bag.
"We have the device, my lord."
"Good," Jason said, headed for the exit. His ninja fanned out around him. Jason strode boldly as befitted his position. He would not hide from the Batman or his renegade lover Raptor.
The Wayne Enterprises guards (thugs, Jason thought with a scowl) lay unconscious on the ground as Jason and his raiding party left the compound. A VTOL transport plane waited for them outside. Once the doors were closed, Jason signaled for the pilot to take off and moved to where Tim lay on the bunk reserved for medical use. The field medic was already cutting off the tattered remains of Tim's shirt. She gently turned Tim onto his side to pull the shirt out from beneath him and Jason reached out to prevent Cass from turning Tim back over.
"They will heal, my lord," Cass said in her soft voice.
Jason had seen the blood and the cuts in the shirt in the cell, but he hadn't realized how badly Tim had been sliced from knives of his captors. But more the problem was what Jason didn't see. Tim's left shoulder, other than the cuts, was white and unmarred. Jason reached out and gently ran a finger over a patch of intact skin. No tattoo of a dragon curled around a fox, his head resting protectively on the fox's back, graced Tim's flesh. A similar tattoo to the one that graced the back of Jason's left shoulder, where the fox rested his head protectively on the dragon.
Jason swallowed. This wasn't his Beloved, his Timothy Drake. His Tim was still dead.
Who the hell was this?
Next: Confusion
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: PG-13 (torture)
Fandom: Batman (comics)
Pairings/Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd
Prompt:kissbingo type:dirty
Summary: Had his Beloved returned?
Warnings: AU. Dark AU. Pre-story death of main character. Off screen torture of a main character.
Beta: None
Beloved
The door rattled and beyond it voices yelled. Tim struggled against the chains that bound him to the floor, determined to be somewhat upright when his captors came back in for another round of 'torture the Red Robin'. Not that they ever called him that. He hadn't been in costume when he'd somehow managed to set off a device found in an old store room of Wayne Industries. The guards in the new location he'd ended up in had recognized him as Tim Drake immediately, and stunned Tim with tasers before he could react. He'd woken up in this cold cell, chained to the metal post in the center of the room, dripping from the cold water used to revive him. A cold voice, one that Tim's mind insisted was Dick's, though Tim refused to believe it, had said to "interrogate Drake, but keep him alive until He returns."
Tim didn't know how long ago that had been - days maybe, but it all blurred together in a haze of pain and unconsciousness.
The door burst open and Tim tried not to flinch from the light.
"Holy--" someone shouted.
"Get Lord Todd," someone else said as hands suddenly came around Tim. "Can you stand, my lord?" a third voice asked.
Tim whimpered as a hand jostled a cracked rib, closing his eyes in pain. "Careful," the second voice ordered.
"Tim?" a familiar voice asked. Tim opened his eyes to see Jason Todd standing in front of him, a look of concern on his face. Tim blinked stupidly, trying to figure out how Jason had broken out of Blackgate. "Jesus, Tim," Jason said softly, reaching out to cup Tim's face as the others around him, all dressed in ninja black, managed to get Tim's chains undone. Tim sagged forward when the pressure of the chains was released, and found himself held up by Jason. "I've got you," Jason said.
"J... Jason?" Tim asked.
To Tim's shock, Jason tilted Tim's head up gently. Tim saw his face reflected in Jason's eyes, the dirt and blood that smeared his skin. Jason leaned down and tenderly pressed a kiss to Tim's bloodstained temple. "I'm here, Beloved. I've got you."
Tim tried to wrap his brain around the endearment, but when Jason shifted, the pain spiked, and Tim cried out before the world went black.
Jason caught Tim as he passed out, handing him over to his chief lieutenant, Z. "Careful with him," Jason ordered. Was it possible? Had the Batman used the Lazarus Pit on Tim, reviving his enemy to torment him? It sounded like something the sadistic Bat would do.
"Yes, my lord," Z replied. He took Tim in a princess carry and Owens and Prudence flanked him, weapons ready, as they headed out to the extraction point while the rest of the ninja surrounded Jason. The leader of the retrieval team arrived in the hallway, carrying a bag.
"We have the device, my lord."
"Good," Jason said, headed for the exit. His ninja fanned out around him. Jason strode boldly as befitted his position. He would not hide from the Batman or his renegade lover Raptor.
The Wayne Enterprises guards (thugs, Jason thought with a scowl) lay unconscious on the ground as Jason and his raiding party left the compound. A VTOL transport plane waited for them outside. Once the doors were closed, Jason signaled for the pilot to take off and moved to where Tim lay on the bunk reserved for medical use. The field medic was already cutting off the tattered remains of Tim's shirt. She gently turned Tim onto his side to pull the shirt out from beneath him and Jason reached out to prevent Cass from turning Tim back over.
"They will heal, my lord," Cass said in her soft voice.
Jason had seen the blood and the cuts in the shirt in the cell, but he hadn't realized how badly Tim had been sliced from knives of his captors. But more the problem was what Jason didn't see. Tim's left shoulder, other than the cuts, was white and unmarred. Jason reached out and gently ran a finger over a patch of intact skin. No tattoo of a dragon curled around a fox, his head resting protectively on the fox's back, graced Tim's flesh. A similar tattoo to the one that graced the back of Jason's left shoulder, where the fox rested his head protectively on the dragon.
Jason swallowed. This wasn't his Beloved, his Timothy Drake. His Tim was still dead.
Who the hell was this?
Next: Confusion