Chapter Four! No warnings for this one. More emotional stuff really.
His head was swimming. Any thoughts that happened to come by were blurred and painful. It was just him. Sitting in an eternal darkness of hurt and fear. But, there was nothing to fear. Nothing could ever get to him where he was. Maybe that's what scared him. The knowledge that he would be alone. Forever.
And that was the only thing he knew. Nothing else. Not his name, not his friends, family, life, training. Although, there was one thing that kept coming up. A name, he assumed. And it wasn't his, he was sure of that.
It was just, Jason.
But what did it mean? Should he fear it? Was it coming for him? Would that be a bad thing?
He wanted whatever Jason was to get him. Nothing could be worse than the torment he was stuck in now. And he needed something, anything, to save him from it.
Jason could've gotten an accurate time for how long he had been stuck down there, without Tim, but he couldn't be bothered. He figured, around an hour, little more. But hell, it could've been a day and he wouldn't have really known the difference. Maybe his fear would've devoured him by that time. Maybe Tim would be dead by that time.
Maybe... Maybe he was even dead now.
'No! He isn't dead! He can't be!'
Jason's hopes of getting out of the handcuffs had officially gone to hell with no chance of return. Any tighter, and he might lose circulation. Which left restricted movement to get the chain around his waist off. He was loathing himself right now. And Bane. And Scarecrow.
Especially Scarecrow.
He wanted to snap the asshole's neck and leave him broken in a pile of blood. But then again, maybe he should toy around with him first. Give him his own toxins and see how he liked them then.
He stopped going through revenge plans when the door swung open.
His head hurt and he knew that he was crying. It was like he was fighting himself. Things were trying to force themselves free from their prison in the subconscious. And Tim wished they would.
Tim... Tim... He knew that name. It was... his? Yes. It was! He remembered!
More memories and knowledge slowly bled into his conscious. Names first. Then bigger things, dates. Dates of days he remembered. Slowly, painfully slowly, he began to realize what was truly happening. Bane, Scarecrow, there was that bomb and that was when everything blurred.
'Fear toxin' He realized 'I should've known. Wait! Where's Jason!?' He wondered, beginning to panic.
His eyes shot open. He never even noticed they were closed. He must've still been out of it. The first thing his, still glassy, eyes met was the eyes of Scarecrow. He quickly shuffled back, stopping when his body started to hurt. He couldn't recall anything that led to... Oh. When Bane threw him into the cage side. That was probably it.
Crane sighed "It never lasts long enough. The most satisfying I had was one that lasted a week. They didn't scream, no, but that didn't make it any less entertaining. Oh, the things they were saying! How every thought of terror travelled straight through their mouth as they thought it. I lost the formula to that one. It was so helpful to finding out what scared them. But, I have no idea what you experienced. Mind telling me?"
Tim glared and then he realized that he didn't have a mask 'Oh Bruce is gonna kill me for that. If I'm not dead before the next time he sees me' "Go to hell!" He spat.
"The manners on kids these days" Scarecrow muttered "Bane! Go downstairs and kill the other one"
"No!"
Bane didn't stop.
"Everything was just, dark. I couldn't remember anything. And I was scared of being alone" Tim reluctantly mumbled then glared "Satisfied?"
"Bane, let him join his friend"
Bane marched toward the unmasked hero, making him cry out when he gripped his arm and forced him up. Okay, so maybe Tim wasn't as collected as he thought. He reluctantly allowed himself to be dragged off. Not because he was incapable of escape, but because he knew he was being lead to wherever Jason was.
They stopped outside a door and something cold and heavy clamped over his wrists, keeping them in place behind him before he was pushed into the room. He stumbled and turned to avoid full on face planting. But he wasn't met with the cold, hard ground he was expecting. He grunted and lifted himself from Jason's leg?
"Jay?" He mumbled, almost fully up now as the door slammed.
His effort proved pointless when Jason pulled him back down to his chest. His hands were chained in front of him. Lucky.
"You alright? What did he do to you?"
"I'm fine" Was all Tim replied.
Jason waited a moment and rested his head on Tim's mop of hair "Did he hurt you?"
"Not really. The toxin was kinda... ineffective"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning it didn't do much Jay!" Tim took a silent, deep breath "Just made me lonely. And a little depressed. And got rid of all my memories and a lot of my knowledge" He went quieter with each sentence.
Jason's chest tightened. He didn't say anything. What was he supposed to say? What could he say that would take that memory, that pain, away? There really wasn't anything. So he remained silent. Just glad he had his Tim back.
Tim was a little worried by Jason's silence at first, but really, what could Jason say? And, in the end, the silence helped Tim ease. Had he been alone, it would've made it worse, but he wasn't alone. He had Jason. And that was all he needed for comfort.
Jason, his predecessor.
His hero.
His security blanket.
Good? Bad? Could be improved? Should have something else?
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