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Three: A Joint or Two
"I don't want to quit smoking. I am convinced that if I quit smoking, the world would go to hell." –Marjane Satrapi
"Mr. Drake, would you mind telling the class what the answer to question is?"
Tim blinked at the voice of his teacher and ran his fingers through his black locks before sighing. He shook his head no and turned see the teacher shocked that he didn't know of the answer yet the teacher sighed at this from noticing Tim's grades were dropping.
"Looks like Drake isn't paying attention." One jock whispered behind him and chuckled, "Guess he gets it from that dumbass Todd back in the day."
The comment caught his attention and he stood up quickly from his desk, swirling around to catch the jocks shirt. He clutched it tightly before flipping him over onto his desk and pinned him down with his foot while twisting the teen's arm at an awkward angle. He scowled at him and hissed, "Don't you dare mock my brother."
The jock cried out in pain while multiple teens backed away from him while others pulled out their phones to record the scene meanwhile Stephanie Brown scowled at Tim's reaction. She walked over to him and went to grab his hand away.
"Tim, what the hell is wrong with you?!" she hissed at him and he glared at her to her surprise.
"He deserves this!" he exclaimed and everyone stared at him like he was crazy, "Get out of my way!"
"Tim, calm down!" Steph exclaimed and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him away.
He didn't know why but he finally decided to have enough of her by slapping her away.
And also having a large grin on his face from the fact he did it.
Tim dodged the kick aiming at his face and Dick frowned at this while waiting for Tim to make the next move yet he stood perfectly still. He breathed in and took a different stance before charging at him, swinging wildly at him like he could care less at what he was doing.
"Hey, Tim, are you ok?" Dick asked before Tim dodged another attack yet grabbed his brother's hand, forcing him to flip him over and land hard on the mat. Dick groaned at this before smirking at his brother's reaction time and said, "Good one. How about we do some lift weighting now?"
Tim blinked at this before releasing his grip on his brother's arm and nodded, not whispering out a word. Dick raised an eyebrow at this and decided to see if Tim was paying attention, pulling out a Wing-Ding from his pocket and tossed it at the teen. Tim around and bent low enough to dodge it yet it continued towards the wall. Jason happened to walk in and his eyes grew large at the sight of the Wing-Ding aiming at him before pulling his gun out to shot it out. Small pieces erupted from the Wing-Ding and Jason glared at the late teen, putting his gun back in its holster.
"What the hell?" he hissed and Dick pointed to Tim who continued to ignore his two older brothers.
"It's like he's in a haze. He's been like it since yesterday." Dick said and Jason narrowed his eyes at this, walking towards Tim.
"Hey, Replacement," Jason said and Tim flinched at the name before turning to him, his hands hanging loosely at his side.
"What do you want?" he asked and Jason smirked at this before crossing his arms over his chest.
"I was wondering if we could talk." He said and Tim raised an eyebrow at this.
"That's something new." Tim stated and looked away, "Sure, let me change my clothes." Jason nodded at this while Tim walked to the lockers which held someone civilian clothes. Dick glanced at Jason and Jason stomped his boot in impatience, watching as Tim tossed his sweaty t-shirt into the locker. Both their eyes widen at the sight of the large scar carved in on his back and the Escrima sticks Dick held clashed to the floor at the horrid pain the third Robin had to go through.
"What the hell?" both older brothers echoed and Tim turned to them with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" he asked and Jason stomped over to Tim, forcing him to turn back around and stared at the large scar across his back. Carved deep onto the back of the seemingly innocent teen was the words, 'HA HA!' to his brothers' shock and Tim sighed before snapping around to face them, crossing his arms over his chest.
"When the fuck did that happen?!" Jason exclaimed at him and Tim winced at the loudness of his voice before pulling on a black tank top over his body.
"Back a while ago, around five years ago I'd say…" he said and Dick's teeth grind against each other at the sight of the horrid scaring on his younger brother's back, "You can't change the past so it doesn't matter anymore. Now let's head out, Jason."
The late teen walked away and grabbed onto his motorcycle without another word from his brothers and speed off. Jason scowled and hurried to his motorcycle, starting it off before chasing after the late teen.
"What's the definition of insanity?" Tim asked Jason, one rainy day. Jason looked up from his cigarette and raised an eyebrow at the teen before smirking at him, a small chuckle ringing out from him.
"When did this start up?" Jason asked back and lifted his lighter up to the cigarette, placing a hand over his cigarette to protect the flame from being exhausted out from the winter wind.
"When did what start up?" Tim said with a raise of an eyebrow and Jason breathed out the toxic fumes.
"You asking me questions, replacement," Jason stated and smirked at Tim's expression of confusion, "You always go to Dickie Bird or Daddybats for questions…but I understand why you would go to me for this question." Tim gave a small smile at this and knew where the conservation would be heading towards.
"I am considered insane, Baby Bird. So…I guess the definition would come from the person themselves. I would say my actions describe my interpretation of insanity. I hunt down the scumbags who I believe in my own morals that deserve to die for the crimes they have done against another human or humans." Jason explained and snapped the lighter shut, the cigarette clamped between his clapped lips.
"Sure, I believe I used to believe that everyone had some good in them but once I died; everything changes when you die. Everything you believed in: your morals, your humanity, your dreams. They all become ash and scatter in the wind with everything else…I'm getting' off topic. Anyway, good isn't born or placed in equal to evil. Good is earned." Jason stated and Tim waited in silence before holding him his hand out.
"Do you mind if I have one?" Tim asked and the older former Boy Wonder smirked at this with a raised eyebrow at this.
"Dickie Bird and Daddy Bats would kill me if I did." Jason said and Tim shrugged but then a cigarette was placed in his hand. He blinked and Jason smirked at the teen, "But I love pissing them off. So, you can have one." Tim nodded at his brother before placing it between his thin lips and he glazed his tongue over the tobacco. Jason walked over to his little brother and flicked open the silver lighter with a small flame light from it. He placed it under Tim's cigarette and Tim watched as the flame licked the tip of the cigarette, the taste of tobacco invading his mouth and smoke emerging in his once clean lungs.
"You didn't cough, kid." Jason stated and snapped the lighter shut, staring down at it, "I'm surprised that you didn't. I did back when I first started…" He then grabbed Tim's hand and placed the lighter down in it, closing the teen's fist around it.
"What are you…?" Tim questioned and Jason glared at him to silence his questioning.
"This lighter was the last thing I have of mother." He stated and Tim's eyes widen, "I found it back when I was searching for anything to find her. I don't want it anymore; it reminds too much of the anger I have against her and the bastard. You hold onto it for me, kay, kid? I'm betting this won't be your last time smoking."
Tim smirked at his older brother before nodding and stuffed the lighter in his pocket, letting the both of them continue to smoke but now in silence.
Tim panted for breath as he finally found the place where he wanted to meet his older brother and stared at the unlocked metal gate. The engine of his motorcycle lowered to a purr as he slowly made his way through the place, the wind howling against his face and the leaves rustling in the wind. He narrowed his eyed before he moved past the standing stones and drove further through the dark, the light on his motorcycle blinding any wandering animal thinking of crossing his path.
Then the light shined on two gravestones, their names reflected back into his sad eyes: Jack Drake and Janet Drake.
He turned the engine off and put the kick stand up, the light dying and left only the moonlight to guide him. He glanced around before shakily pulled out Jason's old silver lighter and a package of red Pall Mall cigarettes, flipping the package open and snatched a joint. He glanced around before putting the joint between his lips and flipped open the lighter yet no flame appeared. Tim scowled at this before waving it around to start it up then next thing he knew, a shadow moved in the dead forest and laughter started to surround him.
"HAHAHAHA!"
His eyes grew large and twirled around to see the Jester standing on top of random gravestone, his face hidden by his skull mask and wore orange and blue wave suit and black leather gloves pulled tight against his fingers. Jester waved at him and Tim narrowed his eyes at this, nearly biting through his cigarette.
"What the hell is your problem?" Tim hissed at the Jester and the Jester jumped down.
"Problem? You can't figure that out can you, kid?" Jester stated and pulled out a tarot card where it Jester himself on it instead of the Fool, "I have a vendetta against you. You won't cross the bounders! You won't dare step to the other side like your precious brothers. You are weak!" Tim tried to back away from the man yet his legs turned to jello from the guy's voice and the environment around him.
"You can't do anything without anyone else, you coward! There's nothing you can do by yourself!" Jester giggled at him and Tim grind his teeth together, anger building up from each word the guy screamed.
"SHUT UP!" Tim yelled and tossed the open flame towards the Jester. He stood still and watched as fire erupted now from the grass, licking the Jester's leather shoes.
"Now, now, Timothy," the Jester said and walked through the fire to Tim's shock, not even a single flame catching onto his clothes.
What the hell is he? Tim thought then gun shots snapped Jester's attention, turning to see Jason with his Red Hood helmet on while firing away at the guy. Jester easily dodged them and giggled while doing so, his hand tight on the Tarot card.
"Yo, asshole! Leave the kid alone!" Jason yelled as he stopped shooting but pointed the gun towards the Jester and Tim's eyes narrowed, realizing that Jester's words were becoming true.
He always got help.
"GO AWAY! I CAN HANDLE THIS ON MY OWN!" Tim yelled at Jason who scowled under the mask and Tim moved to punch the guy, everything seemingly going into slow motion.
"Let's put a smile on your face."
Tim froze at the words the Jester ushered and the Tarot card Jester held was pointed to his face, swiping at the pale cheek bones. Images of a knife and laughter filled his head and he grabbed the card before ever touching his face, a small smirk plastered across his face and swung his fist on the Jester.
"Don't pull that crap on me!" Tim yelled and the Jester giggled before Tim's fist connected with the Jester's mouth. The teen stumbled back and only shifted the mask slightly, seeing pale skin and a large scar end near his ear. The Jester quickly regained his balance and swung his head down low.
"Now…" the Jester said and opened his hands to reveal juggling balls, "This show has to end for today, boys and girls. More joys and toys will greet you fools when we see each other again! Good night and sweet dreams, kids!" He dropped the balls and Tim reached out to stop him but a bright light flashed and blinding the two Bat boys for a moment before their vision was regained with the Jester no longer there.
"Damn it," Jason stated but before he had another say Tim swore loudly.
"FUCK!" Tim exclaimed and Jason jumped at the tone, staring at his brother with wide eyes.
"What the hell, Baby bird?" Jason hissed at him and Tim's hair shadowed his eyes but he pointed to the ground where the grass was burnt in the shape of the Jester's head with the Tarot Card placed in the middle.
"Damn…" Jason whispered before walking over to the Tarot card and pulled it up, staring at the picture of a hanging Joker then sighed. He looked over to Tim and saw his replacement's eyes full of anger and alienation.
"Hey, kid," Jason said then Tim snapped his head to the teen and blinked when he noticed Jason putting out the fire along with holding up his old lighter, "Let's talk over a few joints." Tim nodded and gave a small smile at this while pulling out his package of cigarettes and Jason smirked at this, the two Bat brothers bonding over simple terms.