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  1. Public Bookmark 13

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    “Stop, stop, fucking stop, you fucking bastard!” Kon shouts, struggling against the painful-looking tangle of promethium wire that's wrapped around his wrists and forearms and cutting into them between the sleeves of his suit and cuffs of his gloves. Match doesn't listen.

    He grabs Kon by the hips and yanks him down the bed; flips him onto his stomach and shoves his face into the mattress. Kon tries to buck him off and Match pins him down with his TTK. He's better with it, after all, and the other doesn't have much leverage in this position.

    And Kon doesn't actually want him to stop, either.

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    03 Oct 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 5

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    A very specialized supervillain support group meets on Tuesday nights...

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    18 Sep 2026

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    "Timothy Drake's a ghost," declares Dick.

    Jason quirks an eyebrow. "We need B to haul in somebody from the Justice League to help with magic shit?"

    "Not literally," says Dick, with a dismissive wave of his hand.

    Literally the kid's a seventeen-year-old boy who has, by all appearances, been living next door to Wayne Manor since the day he was born. He's just also hilariously, laughably off any kind of radar Dick can think to find him with.

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    03 Sep 2026

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    "The medbay logs every unit of gauze that gets used, Jason. Alfred's already running twenty-hour days... I didn't want to throw off his inventory over something non-critical."

    "Non-critical." Jason's hands stilled for a second over the wound, and when he spoke again his voice had gone very quiet. "You don't have a spleen. You know what an infection does to somebody without one? It doesn't send a memo first."

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    Timothy Drake is a very low-maintenance child. He has an algorithm for living in Wayne Manor without leaving a footprint: you stay on the uncompromised joists of the floorboards, you fold your suit away instead of creating laundry, and you never, ever ask for help you haven't explicitly earned.

    It's a perfect system. Right up until Cassandra Cain notices a fleck of dried harbor mud on the servants' stairs, and Jason Todd realizes exactly what kind of quiet the replacement is keeping.

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    28 Aug 2026

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    "Did you see?" says Dick, and he lets go of Tim's shoulders to take him by the arm, tugging him toward the kitchen instead of the Batcave. "Alfred made cookies."

    "Think he's trying to lure you in," says Tim, with a huff of a laugh. "Like one of those traps they bait for raccoons."

    "Raccoons are too smart for that, baby bird," says Dick, blithely, and swipes up one of the bait-cookies anyway, biting into it with an appreciative little hum.

    Tim finds somewhere else to look — fixes his gaze on a spot on the far wall, trying hard to ignore the way the kitchen smells of cinnamon and nutmeg and sugar. His stomach twists a little, hopeful, and he tells it firmly that these aren't for him. They're Dick's welcome-home cookies.

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    26 Aug 2026