It is my thought that perhaps Timmy would be immune to the effects of fear gas. He lost his mom and dad. Can't be afraid they'll die. He lost Steph and Conner and Bart (at least as far as this drabble is concerned), so, there goes that. He lost his Robin position. So. Yeah. Tim's done.
HOORAY ANGST. TIM ANGST. By the way. If anyone really liked Crazy!Tim from the fic of mine, "Taking," I can do more of him. AND. "Amidst Misery" will no longer have a sequel. Because. Well. Because some people like Tim/Jason while others like Tim/Kon. It can end however you want. YAY.
HINTS OF TIM/JASON IN THIS. HINTS.
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Tim is immune to fear gas. It impresses both Dick and Damian who had to be held down as they thrashed about in fear. Jason had relished restraining Dick. Tim had simply done his duty holding Damian down so he didn't claw at his skin.
Tim does not mention what was said in either fear-states. Perhaps Dick and Damian are grateful. Tim doesn't really care. Jason stands close by (Tim appreciates this, though he will never say so).
Damian is grumbling as the last of the adrenaline rush induced by the fear gas subsides. Dick has already stopped trembling.
"How are you immune Scarecrow's gas, Drake?" Damian spits Tim's surname like a curse—though now his last name is Drake-Wayne. But Damian would never say that, now would he?
Jason scowls, but Tim stares. Dick sits silently, watching. There is silence in the Batcave.
And Tim smiles. He just smiles and walks away. No "you're welcome," no reason. Jason follows, telling Tim that next time he should let them roll around and stew in their own fear. Dick sees Tim shake his head, and his younger brothers are gone.
Damian hisses under his breath and gets shakily to his feet. He walks up the stairs and demands sustenance from Alfred.
But Dick sits. He watches the area Tim had left through.
Tim is immune to fear gas.
After all, there is very little left that he is afraid to lose.