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    Tim wakes up inexplicably in his two-year-old body. Which: odd. But just think, how many people would kill to have an opportunity to redo their life! And Tim has so much he wants to change, so much he wants. He wants to feel important to Bruce. He wants to be Dick's favorite. He wants Jason (his childhood hero) to think he's cool. He wants Damian to need him. And really, is it manipulation if his family benefits from it?

    Or: He was halfway through the second trash can, when a startled “Good lord” caught him off guard. Tim glanced up, the rhythmic sucking of his pacifier coming to a still at the sight of a black Rolls Royce idling at the side road that lead to Wayne Manor. Alfred was staring at him from the over the car top, aghast. “Master Bruce, it’s not a raccoon.”

    From the back seat, Bruce Wayne stared at him. Tim stared back.

    Or: Tim is side tracked by his actual childish needs and wants, gets a whole bunch of his nannies fired, terrorizes his parents with a series of petty revenges, is an honest employer of one (1) newly minted murderer for hire, endears himself to – and thoroughly weirds out – the Waynes, and is generally just a petty, manipulative, vindictive, smol boy.

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    25 Jul 2026

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    Tim had a very important decision to make. His shampoo and his conditioner had run out at the same time and he had to decide if he would be buying more. Maybe Jason can help him make a decision but if not, he has a backup plan.

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    13 Jul 2026

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    “Epilepsy.” Tim breathed. He was already shaking his head. “But I feel fine.”

    “You’re fine now,” Bruce said, his hand on Tim’s knee. “Because of the medications that you have been put on. They are helping to regulate your body, keeping inappropriate electrical impulses at a minimum.”

    “Inappropriate electrical impulses.” Tim said. “Really Bruce, I’m not a child.”

    “A normal child wouldn’t have understood what I just said.” Bruce countered.

    Tim blinked. Then, again.

    “I would have.” Tim finally said.
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    Timothy Jackson Drake is many things.

    He's brilliant, he's brave, he's Red Robin. Some might say he's a little shit, but that was neither here nor there. Well, actually, yeah, he's a little shit but whatever.

    What Tim can't be is broken.

    He can't possibly bring shame to the Drake name and the Wayne family. He can't possibly have epilepsy, because he is meant to be better than that, he needs to be better than that.

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    20 Apr 2026

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    Tim Drake never became Robin. Instead, he became a ghost with a trust fund, a bad habit, and no one who cared enough to stop him.

    When Jason Todd finds him half-dead in an alleyway, the overdose is only half of the problem.

    Saving someone's life is easy. Keeping them alive after, not so much.

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    A story about recovery and finding the people who care.

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    14 Apr 2026

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    The pain is no longer sharp—just deep and consuming. It throbs with his heartbeat. Every pulse reminds him he’s still here.

    Still breathing.

    Still inconveniently alive.

    Tim considers staying right where he is up against the tree.

    The bleeding will do the hard part—eventually. Hypothermia would help. He’s already soaked from the river anyway and the night air is cold enough to bite. He could close his eyes—rest maybe—stop fighting for once.

    The city lights blur and flicker in the distance.

    No one would know exactly where he is. Maybe not for another few hours or so. They’d search for a while, then when they find Tim maybe he won’t be here anymore.

    His good hand rests limp over his stomach.

    I’m so tired...
    He thinks bleakly the kind of tiredness that settles into your bones and not just your muscles.

    Tim’s eyes flutter shut against the night. Keeping them open requires too much effort.

    His breathing slows, the sound of the water trickling by keeps him semi present, and for a moment—suspended between pain and sleep—Timothy Drake genuinely hopes he doesn’t wake up.

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    Or: Tim gets into a motorcycle accident.

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    11 Apr 2026