You Know Me

A/N: The promised Timmy angst >:D

I hope I did well! Tell me what you think? Personally, I found it a bit… lacking.

Warnings: Angst

Word count: 1,170

Everything can change in an instant. That is something Tim thought he already knew.

He’s just understanding the magnitude that sentence holds, and he hates himself for it.

“How did you gain access into the Mountain.”

Such a familiar sentence, phrased in such a familiar manner, but such an unfamiliar side to be on. Sitting in a chair. Tied to it. Blood dripping from a cut in is head. Batman looming over him, expression hard and cruel. Nightwing leaning against a wall behind the Bat, facial expression unreadable; cold. His teammates standing scattered around the room, glaring; confused; bored.

Tim offers no reaction but an apathetic expression and replies in a deadpan tone. “I am a part of this team.” M’gann seems concentrated as she stares at him with a furrowed brow and thin lips, but he pays her no mind. There’s no way she’ll be able to get into his head but, if she probes enough, Tim might just give her a glimpse at what it’s like in there right now. How agonized and confused; how desperate and yearning he is. He’ll give her a glimpse of the pain and suffering he’s felt.

He’ll teach her to stay out of his head.

Internally, Tim is distraught. He has no idea why they don’t remember him; has no clue why thirty minutes after he wakes up he’s fighting his entire team, then just five minutes after he’s incapacitated them he’s attacked by his brother and mentor, ruthlessly.

But trying to solve things with emotions running high would do nothing for him. Tim needs to look at things objectively. Factually. He can’t let his emotions make the decisions.

What went wrong?

One of his first mistakes was temporarily forgetting about Batman’s existence; the second being his unknown doubt that Bruce would strike him while he was immobile. Tim only realizes this when he’s uppercutted so hard he feels his jaw crack and his head snaps back against the chair.

Nightwing makes an odd noise and frowns. “Batman that was unnecessary, don’t you think?”

The word growled in response doesn’t surprise Tim in the least.


He coughs, turning his head to spit crimson blood onto the concrete ground, before tilting his head back and looking up at the imposing figure that is his father who stands above him. Jaw in agony so excruciating that just the thought of talking makes him want to groan in pain, Tim shoulders through it and grits out, “I am not lying. You trained me; I’m Robin.”

Suddenly Dick dove between Bruce and Tim, shoving the older man back as his face twisted into a snarl. “I did no such thing,” Bruce growls low in a dangerous tone.

Tim’s face became empty again as Kaldur stepped forward.

“My friend, we do not wish to hurt you. Tell Batman how it is you were able to enter, and it will make things much more painless.” Tim would expect no less from the leader of the Team. Trying to resolve things peacefully is always something the Aqualad tried to do.

But that wouldn’t get him anywhere. Not when Tim is already telling the truth.

He makes a face, forcing himself to swallow the wad of blood that’d collected in his mouth, before speaking. “I’m telling the truth.”

How to prove it?

Tim looks at his brother, who now stands tense above him.

What he needs to do…

“A Dick. Nightwing. Started as a vigilante at nine years old. Parents are dead. No living relatives.”

Above him Dick’s body language readis relaxed, but Tim can read his brother and mentor like open books.

They’re beyond alarmed.

He looks back to Bruce, now, as he says, “Believe me yet?”

A muscle in Bruce’s jaw twitches and Tim knows that means he’s pressed every one of his buttons, and the Bat is far past any rational decision.

Something inside Tim dies the moment Dick strikes him across the face and he falls unconscious.

They don’t remember him. None of them do.

He wakes up in a cell, jaw bandaged and cheek throbbing. Come to think of it, his head is killing him too.

Tim moans in pain and tries curling up tight, only for his arms to meet resistance with the clinking of chains. Brow furrowing he cracks his eyes open and squints through the unforgiving fluorescents.

What he sees makes his blood run cold and his heart harden solid.

He’s in a bland room, domino removed, wrists cuffed to a wall, inhibitor collar around his neck, and dressed in a teal prison jumpsuit.

Slowly Tim’s face goes from mortified to expressionless.

They hadn’t remembered.

He gazes out the one wall he can see through–the other three are probably one-sided mirrors, he can see himself in the two on his peripherals–and catches sight of Batman standing, facing an empty Robin suit.

Jason Todd’s.

Tim ignores him, shoving all his feelings aside again as he tries to understand why nobody seems to remember him.

What had we been doing yesterday? Or would that be two days ago? Tim snorts. Who knows how long it’s been.

He closes his eyes as he remembers, letting his head fall back onto the ground as he does so.

A few seconds later Tim jolts upright, chains on his forearms going taught when he pulls them their length.

Klarion. He did this.

The Witch Boy. The Team had gone to El Paso, Texas, to do some recon work for Batman when they’d been discovered and attacked. Klarion had been there. Tim had managed to injure Teekl and Klarion had sworn revenge.

“You WILL pay for this, Robin! Dearly!”

Tim ignored Klarion as the Witch Boy vanished, turning to high-five Bart.

“That was so crash! Hey, guys, think we can pick up some Chicken Whizzies on the way back? I ran out.”

Jaime made a strangled noise. “Dude! You ate all my chips?!”

Bart chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, and looked at his wrist, that definitely didn’t have a watch on it.

“Oh will you look at the time, gotta get back home; well see ya!”

Tim laughed at Jaime, putting a hand on his shoulder as they walked to the bioship. “Don’t worry, man. I’ve got a stash of my own.” When Jaime turned to him, surprise all over his face, Tim laughed again. “What? I like them too.”

The memory leaves a dead pit in Tim’s chest.

Klarion really did it. He got his payback.

As Tim truly accepts the fact, his eyes dim and he slouches against the mirror to his back. He watches Bruce interact with Dick, a throb deep in his chest.

They’ll never remember him.

Dully, Tim wonders if it was hard to remove any memory of him. Probably not. He’s easily forgettable.

He never really had a place with any of them, anyways.


Now it’s just the way it’s meant to be.

The way it had always meant to be.

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Why Does it Have to be You? - Damian Wayne x Reader

Originally posted by crownprincefreeza

Requested by Anon -  a Damian x reader where Klarion has started causing chaos around Gotham and the only person he’s willing to listen to is the reader, because he has a crush on them.

The night was a quiet one. So quiet, in fact, Damian sent you home earlier when he caught you yawning one too many times. He knew you hadn’t been getting much rest lately. 

Damian was currently crouched by a stone gargoyle, debating whether he should turn in himself. The thought about crawling into bed next to you seemed very appealing. He frowned, glancing at the clock tower behind him to find it still an unnaturally early hour. Taking out his grapple gun, Damian decided to make one more round of the city before returning home to you.

Damian was just going passed the Gotham Train Station when a explosion sent him tumbling to the ground. He rolled back to his feet before scrambling to see what happened. Much to his displeasure, he spotted a swam of magical energy surrounding the building. 

Swinging down to slip into the building through one of the windows, Damian growled as he saw Klarion floating in the center of the room. 

“What are you doing here, Witch Boy?” Damian demanded, dropping down to the floor. Klarion sneered at him, lifting a finger to zap a civilian unlucky enough to cross his path. The person turned into a mouse, scurrying away. 

“Go away, Birdy. My kitty might eat you,” Klarion threatened, glancing around. He frowned when he realized Damian was the only vigilante in the room. “Where is (Y/N)?”

Damian sighed, sensing what this was about. “(Y/N) is not here, Witch Boy. I’m afraid you only have me tonight.” He watched silently as Klarion’s face slowly grew redder and more grotesque. Damian’s eyes widened when he felt something brush against his leg. He glanced down to find Teekl. Before he could move, Teekl turned into a giant beast. Damian fought the monstrous Teekl while Klarion threw magic blasts at him. 

“No, No, No!!!” Klarion was screaming as Damian did his best to avoid the magic blasts and Teekl. Eventually, one of Teekl’s paws slammed into Damian throwing him out of the building and into the street. Damian could feel one of his ribs crack, but rolled out of the way of another magic blast from Klarion.

Keep reading

Wally: Excuse me, but I’m a scientist and there’s no such thing as magic so shut up 

Kent Nelson: *does magic*

Klarion: *does magic* 

Kaldur: *does mermaid magic*

Doctor Fate: *possesses Wally and makes him do magic while he watches from inside his helmet alongside another guy who’s not only dead but also does magic* 


Trespasser - Klarion x Reader

Requested by thecraziestgirlyouwillevermeet  -  a Klarion x male reader or gender neutral 

Requested by Anon - Magic!Reader who lives in the yj cave and has to hide the fact that Klarion keeps sneaking/trespassing in their room all the time? Up to you if it gets steamy~

“Hey (Y/N), are you up for a movie night?” Wally shouted at you as you headed towards your bedroom. You spun around, giving him a smile.

“Sure, just let me change first,” you answered, stopping at your door. Wally gave you a cheesy smile, winking at you.

“Great, see you soon.” He zoomed off as you opened your door.

You could feel a shift in the air as soon as you stepped into your bedroom. The magic in the air around you swirled, sending shivers down your spine before you could feel his presence fading into your room.

“Hello (Y/N).”

“Not again,” you sighed, burying your face into your hand. Quickly shutting your door, you jabbed a finger at him as he sat on your bed with Teekl in his arms. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, (Y/N) by your tone, I would think you didn’t want to see me,” Klarion teased, standing up from your bed to approach you. You backed away from him, slamming into your closed door. 

“I don’t want to see you,” you replied, dodging him when he tried to kiss you. Teekl jumped out of his arms to rub against your leg. “Please get out of here.”

“(Y/N)…,” Klarion whined, using his magic to pull you to him. You narrowed your eyes, casting a counter spell to break his. “You didn’t mind being with me last time.”

“Last time wasn’t at the cave,” you growled, knowing he wasn’t going to leave anytime soon. “I’m going to get kicked off the team if they find you here.” You stepped around Teekl to dig through your dresser for fresh clothes.

Klarion pouted, floating above your bed, his eyes studying you with lust in his gaze. “I never understood why you care so much about the Justice Babies.”

“They’re my friends,” you hissed, freezing when you heard voices outside of your door. You held your breath as you listened to them fade away.

“Friends who would reject you if they knew about us,” Klarion retorted, prompting you to look at him. Teekl meowed in agreement, curling up on one of your pillows. You turned to look at him, fresh clothes in hand. Something in his eyes sent your stomach fluttering. 

“Well, I have to get dressed,” you announced, placing your clothes on the bed. You gave him a pointed look making him sigh in irritation.

“Fine,” he mumbled, spinning around in the air to face away from you. Casting a spell to make sure he wasn’t trying anything, you slowly slipped your sweaty shirt off and tossed it into the laundry hamper. Just when you were about to grab your fresh one, it disappeared from your sight.

“Klarion,” you snapped, using your magic to spin him around to face you. He grinned at the sight of your nakedness. “Bring my shirt back.”

Klarion chuckled, snapping his fingers. He disappearing in a poof of smoke, you suddenly felt two arms wrap around your waist. “I think you look better without it.” His touch sent pleasant shivers down your spine.

You cast a spell, popping from his grasp to appear across the room. “No,” you warned, scowling at him. However, a smile tugged at your lips. Teekl meowed sleepily at the two of you, telling you to keep it down before laying her head back on the pillow.

“(Y/N),” Klarion purred, waving his finger at you. Suddenly, you found yourself trapped in magical ropes, being pulled towards him. 

“I never thought of you as kinky,” you mumbled, letting yourself be pulled into his arms. He sealed his lips to yours as you found yourself melting into him. 

Things between the two of you grew more passionate with Klarion pushing you onto the bed and crawling on top of you. He kept the magical ropes around you, keeping your arms stuck at your sides as his hands explored your body. 

However, a knock on your door halted the both of you. “Crap,” you whispered, trying to push Klarion off of you to get up, but his ropes kept you there. “Klarion, let me up.”

“No,” he sneered with a devious smirk, holding you down. The knock sounded again as Wally’s voice echoed through the door.

“(Y/N), are you done yet? We want to start the movie,” he whined, pounding on your door again. Your eyes widened in panic, making Klarion’s smirk even wider. 

You cleared your throat, raising your voice to be heard through the door. “Why don’t you start without me?” Klarion leaned down to kiss your neck, making you choke on your last word. 

There was a long pause from outside of the door. “(Y/N), are you okay?” a different voice, M’gann’s, asked with concern. You tried kick Klarion off of you, but he trapped your legs underneath his own. 

“I’m fiiiiinnne,” you said, ending in a shriek when Klarion nipped at your neck. You could feel him chuckling at that, prompting you to reach up and bite his ear. He hissed in pain before capturing your lips in his once more. 

“Okay, it’s just I’m picking up a weird void in your room,” M’gann answered softly. 

You pulled away from Klarion, raising an eyebrow. Your voice only a whisper. “A void?”

“I never liked mind readers,” he mumbled back, biting your bottom lip. You gave him a look of warning as he moved back down to your neck.

“I just tried a new spell, M’gann,” you explained, raising your voice again. “It kind of backfired, so I need to clean it up first.” 

“Oh, okay,” she replied with a hint of disbelief in her voice. “Join us when you are done.” Klarion and you froze for a moment until you were sure she was gone.

“This is why you can’t show up here,” you warned, once it was safe. “It’s too risky.” Klarion huffed, kissing his way down your body to the pants you were still wearing. He slipped off of you, sinking to the floor by your feet to start taking off your shoes. You tried to sit up, but the magical ropes kept you down. 

“I’m a Lord of Chaos, (Y/N),” he argued, sending a jolt of magic through your body. It left you gasping in pleasure. “If it wasn’t risky, I wouldn’t do it.”

You frowned at his words, revealing your fears about this relationship. “Is that why you’re with me? Just because it’s risky?” Klarion froze at your words. Quickly, he finished taking off your shoes before climbing back on top of you to look into your eyes.  

“No.” His voice taking on a seriousness you had never heard from him before. “You are my love, my soulmate. The only person in all universes and dimensions that is equal to my power. You aren’t a game to me, (Y/N).”

Searching his face, you found the truth of his words in his eyes. You smiled at him before lifting your head to press your lips to his. He accepted the kiss, sparking the passion that held the two of you before you were interrupted. Teekl meowed at the two of you, warning you both to use protection before ignoring you. 

Nevertheless, you never made it to movie night.