Three Sentence Ficathon

He has no more plans, exhausted from travelling around the world, from taking control of a mad man’s empire to take down an enemy who harmed himself as well, from coordinating people he once trusted with his life but now that trust is frayed and fragile. Tim looks Ra’s in the eye as the latter kicks him out the window, knowing he’s won the battle but he might not come out the other side as he falls down, down, down.

When Dick asks, later in the cave, Tim smiles sadly and murmurs, “Of course you’d catch me, you’re my brother,” and wonders if he can believe it now.