So this one is a multichapter fic that I actually haven't finished yet... but I have the first bit done so that's what I'm posting right now.
Tim stared at his outfit. It wasn't a bad one to die in. A band shirt and sweatpants. They were clothes Tim actually liked to wear. Clothes that were him. What Tim wore-what his new persona wore, Eurydice-wasn't. The tight pants, and the tank top. The bracelets which wound up his bare arms and the piercings: one on his lip, one in his eyebrow, and a third in his septum.
Hades wanted young men in revealing outfits, Bruce had told him. He didn't have to do this. It was a dangerous job to infiltrate a dangerous gang of whom even Babs couldn't find anything more than a base location and a victim profile. High risk young people.
He was called Hades. He ran a gang, doing loans and numbers and bets for an entire district of Midway. He had a club as a base of operations called The Underground. That was all they knew.
For all they knew, Tim might not come back. But what they did know for sure was that other people weren't coming back. Tim was willing to take that risk.
"You can't tell anyone. We don't want to give them false hope." Bruce had told him.
He didn't tell Tim to say goodbye, but Tim did anyway, in his own way. He had a movie night at the Tower, invited old Young Justice members. They fell asleep in a giant cuddle puddle. They were happy. Tim was content.
Tim readied the gun.
He'd just need to get the information-any information-and get out. He would have three check-ins to make sure he was doing alright.
Code word: pomegranate.
Say goodbye Tim. He told himself. The gun went off. The shot echoed around the room and Tim Drake died. Eurydice was born.