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Thirteen: School Trip into Robins' Mind!
Jason's body twitched at the sudden headache being formed and rubbed the aching spot on Tim's body. He closed his eyes at this and tried to get the pain out of his mind.
"Are you alright, Robin?"
He blinked at the voice ofSpoiler, noting that she stared at him with concern but she also had no clue to who she speaking to by the looks of it.
"I'm fine, Spoiler. And it's the second Robin. Tim hasn't returned back yet." Jason replied and she frowned at this.
"Do you normally take control for this long of a time period?" She asked and he shrugged, playing with the ends of Tim's hair, noting how long it was.
"Not a clue, sweet heart. Time is not known very well for us. Whenever I possess him and he disappears or when we get taken over by the black liquid, time is a separate entity for us. Anyway, I have to help Dickie Bird with some information he doesn't know." He stated and started walking away until she grabbed him by the wrist. He blinked at this before she placed her hands on his face, staring at him even though he could not see her eyes.
"When the black liquid took over Tim, was what it said true? That I wouldn't make it?" She asked and he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
"No, it is not. The black liquid…is like a separate entity. It says stuff because it wants people to stay away from its mission to kill…someone. He wants to get the job done and if anyone is in his way, he will face them anyway." Jason stated and she nodded before releasing her on his wrists.
"Alright. Thanks, Robin."
He wasn't Robin though. He was Jason.
He gave her a grin before walking towards the direction of where Dick and most of the Team was.
Something wasn't adding up right.
Everything is right. Vengeance will be his.
His eyes grew wide at sudden familiarity of the black liquid's voice and whipped around to find the source of the voice.
"What the hell?" He whispered out loud yet nothing returned the statement back to him.
"You are ok, Jay?" Dick asked as he approached the teen and Jason sighed, shrugging at this.
"I'm fine but we need to discuss the details of what is happen or what happened before I died." Jason spoke and Dick slowly nodded at this, noting the sad look in his eyes.
"Yeah, how about we talk about this in private." Dick mentioned and Jason nodded at this, following him before his headache turned into a full out migraine.
"HE DESERVES DEATH! HE WILL PAY FOR ALL HE HAS DONE!"
The black liquid screamed and he fell to his knees, while Dick came to his said and demanded to know what was wrong with him.
"HIS DEATH WILL BE FOR THE BETTER OF THE WORLD! PAY FOR EVERYTHING! HE KILLED ME! HE KILLED SO MANY!" The black liquid screamed and he winced at the continuous pain.
"JASON! HELP ME!"
The sudden voice of Tim caused him to him to look up and see the sudden change of surroundings.
The black liquid was drenched all over the place and in the distance, Jason saw a body in the distance clawing at the black liquid. It spidered around him and tried to invalid his mouth, eye, and ears. The black hair the body had was attached much to the liquid and clawed with its fingertips raw. Brilliant blue eyes stared at him in horror and agony and the body pointed to him, knowing as if he were looking at him.
"JASON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THAT'S MY BODY!" The body screamed at him and he jumped back at realizing the body was that of Tim Drake.
"Jason! Hey, do you need to go see a doctor?!" Dick's voice snapped him back to reality and noticed the black liquid dribble down his lips onto the ground. He blinked at this before wiping it away and got a good look of Dick's concerned expression.
"I'm…alright. It's just a message that we made to get going or Tim and I are gonna be in trouble." Jason stated and Dick nodded, noting the paled complex of the second Robin.
"What just happened, Jason?" Dick asked and Jason sighed, feeling something completely wrong with Tim's body.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN AWAY YOU ARE WRONG! YOU HAVE NOTHING OVER ME!" The black liquid screeched out and Jason winced at it before standing up.
"It's not much any of us can do besides getting my body back. Tim…his body needs something to keep me from possessing him. This causing too much strain on it and neither of us can stop it." Jason replied and Dick frowned at this before nodding.
"I called in Mary and the others. So far, Mary and Freddy agreed on coming to help but otherwise I have no clue." Dick said to get them off of the topic of Tim's body changing and Jason smiled at this, remembering the times he had with his former teammates.
"Awesome. I'm glad they are willing to come. How soon do you think until we can go after Ra?" Jason questioned him and Dick sighed, tapping his fingers against his forehead.
"With the resources we have right now, in a week." Dick stated and Jason frowned at this, knowing the longer he stayed in Tim's body the more damage he was causing it.
"Dick, his body is not handling this well at all. Me being here is screwing with it really badly, the sooner we go, the greater chance it won't mess up permanently." Jason told him and coughed again, the black liquid running down his chin.
"What even is the black liquid, Jason?" Dick questioned and Jason blinked, something flashing in his head.
He was clawing to get out yet the black liquid prevented him to. His eyes wide in confusion and terror and bore his Robin uniform as he continued to sink deeper into the black liquid. Almost half of his face was covered in it, his ears hearing whispers of terrifying threats and evil intentions.
"You know what he did to us. He killed us. What does he deserve to be alive for? He's killed many before us, so he deserves punishment for all those poor souls who have died due to him. You know very well of what he is capable of. We need to bring vengeance; if we get brought back, we will be able to end his life before he ends more. If we get brought back, we will end his reign or terror."
He gagged from the black liquid filling his lungs and spat out the amount that spilled into his mouth and down his throat. He moved around and continued to struggle to break the surface.
It wasn't a peasant experience he had from his memories.
He knew they were altered in some form of way and that was why he had such issues with memories affecting his knowledge of his death.
"It's…something that isn't good. The black liquid is something not to mess with." Jason stated in brute honesty and Dick nodded at this, hoping to have a better answer than that.
"Jason, if things go south when we try to get you your body back, know that I will stand by you no what." Dick said with a giant smile on his face to reassure Jason that everything would go perfectly as planned.
Jason wanted tell him that if he were brought back, he wanted to be put back in the ground before he would do something he would later regret in the afterlife.
Yet would it be so bad to be back?
Tim glanced at the empty darkness that surrounded him and the rushing black liquid had quickly calmed itself. He had no idea as of why he was in that place and being attacked by the black liquid. He frowned and saw there seemed to be no ending of the darkness.
"How the hell am I going to get out of here?" He muttered out and wanted to see if someone would give him an answer yet nothingness answered him.
He attempted to walk around but with much strain on his body, looking in every which way he could.
"Only we can be brought back and defeat the monster. He of pure evil must be punished for his crimes against humanity. He has done to much harm and needs to be put down." The black liquid hissed out in a whisper and Tim turned to the right, noting another figure near him. He narrowed his eyes at this before seeing a figure reaching towards him and he backed away from it, trying to avoid the figure at possible.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked and the figure pointed a figure at Tim, at which Tim blinked at in response, "What?"
"I am…you." The figure whispered out and Tim frowned at this, moving away again, "I am…Robin. I am…Timothy Jackson Drake. I am…you."
Tim grew worried at the figure's words and continued to move away, the black liquid following him.
The figure following him was not him at all. The height and outward look of the figure did not match his own description.
The figure resembled Jason more than him but he certainly hoped it was not him.
He scowled and hissed out, "You friggin' aren't. I am Timothy Jackson Drake. Whatever freaky hell you came from, go back to. I'm not letting you take my place, bastard."
The figure brought its hand down and then something of a smile across its face from a small line of a lighter gray on the figure.
"You are…no one. Are you…really Timothy Jackson Drake?" The figure questioned him and he wanted to scream out that he was. He knew he was Timothy Jackson Drake because of the cost of his knowledge and reflexes of his life.
"I am Tim Drake! Don't be trying to take my place, asshole! I certainly know who I am!" Tim shouted at him and the figure continued to smile at him.
"Are you…sure?" The figure asked and Tim's eyes grew large, his rage increasing at the mention that he's not Tim Drake.
"I am sure, you bastard!" Tim screamed at him before moving to launch at him, his fingers moving to attack him.
But the black liquid launched it around his wrists, neck, and stomach, pulling him away from the figure.
He snarled at this and tried to pull away from the black liquid but nothing could stop him.
"Don't stop me! I know who am! This figure is no one but a figure of imagination!" He hissed again but nothing happened until the black liquid slowly began twisting around his limbs and moving towards his face.
His eyes grew wide at what he know what would come and tempted to pull away yet the black liquid gripped him tight.
"No one…knows who…they are. See…for yourself." The black liquid whispered and next thing he knew, his psyche was gone.
Jason felt himself slowly falling asleep and images flashed across his eyes, different people, different places, different events, slowly playing. He frowned and his eyes slowly closing on him yet he was standing up and that would cause him an issue about it.
"Hey, Robin," M'gann sad from behind him and he looked to see her but different images also flashed in his eyes, seeing both versions of her as of now and during his time as Robin. He gave her a quick smile before replying, "Hey, M'gann. What's up?"
She returned the smile but still held concern in her eyes and said, "Are you in some sort of pain, right now, Robin?"
He wanted to say no but when he almost fell over and she caught him with her abilities. He sighed and glanced over to her worried face.
"Yeah…I want to get out of Tim's body but…I'm afraid of the black liquid trying to take over his body when neither of us being in control. I haven't seen Tim at all and I'm worried he is in a tight spot." Jason confessed and M'gann nodded at this, concern washing over her features.
"Would you like me to try and help you in your search for Tim in your mind?" She asked and he blinked at this, shocked she even suggested it.
"You could do that?" He questioned her and she nodded, looking away and knew it was a possibility she was willing to take.
"Yes, if you allowed me to. I wouldn't do without asking for your permission." She stated and he nodded before slowly seating up from her telepathic grasp.
"Yeah, go ahead. But giving you a head's up, I'm don't remember some things so my subconscious may have those locked up somewhere so don't dig around there." Jason said and M'gann nodded before they both sealed their eyes shut and escaped into Jason's mind.
Tim blinked glanced around at where he was and saw a mirror reflecting a different he possessed. This one had extremely long black hair that fell past his broad shoulders and a scruffy beard growing on his face and dark blue eyes that held darkness in them. He bore a black sweater along with a ratty red t-shirt and baggy black pants. He also had black fingerless gloves on and looked around in his mid-twenties but he could not say it for exact.
"Another day, huh?" The body muttered and he began walking towards the left where a door opened to show something similar to the Bat Cave except it looked more dark and derry than normal. The body walked over to a Robin uniform in a case before smirking at it, humor and madness glistening in his eyes.
"You thought I would simply let you take over? You're friggin' wrong. Now look at me, I'm alive, stole your spot as Robin, and became Batman." He said to the Robin uniform in the case and pushed his hair back, before sighing, "Although, your twisted sense of humor would be appreciated in this time. Everyone's been gone for so long, I think I'm finally losing it."
Who the hell is this guy? Tim thought to himself before the man snapped around and looked directly at him.
His eyes grew wide as the man then hissed out, "Who the hell are you? Are a piece of my past to haunt me of my mistakes?"
"Can he actually see me or is he insane?" Tim questioned and the man then reached out towards him.
"I can very much see you, bastard ghost. Trying to remind me of my past self. You want me to believe that I have broken so many rules Bruce established years ago I should be helming to hell soon. But I'm not going 'til ever scum on this earth is put six feet under." The man hissed at him and he blinked at this before his grew large at the mention of Bruce Wayne.
"Who are you?" He asked the man who scoffed at this before pulling his hair back to tie it away from his face as he began undressing to his boxers.
"Who the f*k do you think I am? I'm Batman, ghost." The man muttered and started moving towards the glass case that contained the Batman suit. Tim watched in awe that the man who looked nothing like Bruce don the cape and cowl. Although the suit, had some alterations on it, which were the extreme dark grays that once contained some dark blues on them and the yellow utility belt clad against the Batsuit.
"How? You aren't the original Batman. Who the hell are you to say that you are Batman?" Tim hissed at him and the man mumbled a curse again before pulling the cowl over his face, turning to him again.
"My name, ghost? That's what you what? How the hell am I not surprised?" The man said to him and Tim blinked, staring at the man before he grinned.
"You should know it." The man stated and Tim began to piece things together, horror spread across his features at the revelation.
"The name's Tim Drake."
M'gann's eyes shot open and glanced around her surrounds to see only black liquid below her and nothing but darkness around constantly circling her. She narrowed her eyes at this and began floating towards what she hoped was the right direction of where Tim would be.
She glanced around to see some doors that attempted to hide in the shadows but did not do a well enough job. She headed in the direction of the wooden door that looked mahogany which a single door knob with no lock presented on it. She placed her hand on the door handle and pushed it open.
Light flashed in her eyes that caused her to not see anything for a few second before a new scene greeted her.
"Batman needs a Robin. His mentality is slipping every time he dons his mask." A boy probably not older than thirteen, who looked much like Tim Drake, said to Nightwing who glared at the teen. He bore a scowl on his face and landed next to the teen, staring at the photographs in the teen's hands.
"Kid, Batman isn't my problem anymore. Just go and enjoy your life as it is." Nightwing told the teen who frowned at this before reaching into his pocket, taking out another photograph. He handed it over to Nightwing and Nightwing's eyes grew large at the sight. He looked back up to the teen and asked, "How the hell did you get this photo?"
The teen shrugged and said, "It isn't hard to put together the pieces of who Batman, Batgirl, and you are. I've been studying you guys for a while and once I figured out who you are, I drew conclusions of who everyone else was."
M'gann smiled at this and knew this was the memory of Tim finding out who everyone in the Bat family was. She lost her smile once she realized this wasn't the place Tim was currently at it.
She quickly managed to escape the memory and appeared back into the dark world, glancing around to see a couple more doors that were mahogany from the looks of them.
"Who…are…you?" A voice asked her and her eyes grew wide before wiping around to see the figure that took possession of Tim's body, known as the black liquid. She narrowed her eyes at this and attempted to read his mind, but in doing so pain folded her senses.
HE NEEDS TO SUFFER FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE TO US!
Pain flowing in her body, a burning sensation she was quite familiar with and beatings and bruising shocking her system. Blood flowing into her lung and she was positive that her ribs were piercing her lung.
I aM a BrOkEn BiRd. I aM fOrGoTeN. wHy Am I aLwAyS lEfT bEhInD?
She gasped and brought a hand to her heart, panting for breath and glaring at the figure.
"Who are you?" She asked him and he grinned at her, chuckling escaping the figure.
"I am…Robin. Who are…you?" The figure asked her and she stood to her full height, glaring at him.
"I am Miss Martian. What exactly are you?" She replied and the figure frowned at this.
"Robin. I am Robin. That is who I am." He replied and she frowned at this, confusion written over her face. The figure's frown then turned into a scowl and launched at her, her eyes wide at the sudden speed he had. She attempted to shift her density yet she was unable to. The figure grinned as he wrapped his hands around her throat, shock flying into her system.
"You don't belong here! This is my world! Outsiders don't belong here!" He shouted and she wriggled to be released from his gasp.
"Tim…what did you do to Tim?" She asked and the figure gave her a smile. He released one hand from her neck before pointing to himself.
"I am Tim Drake." He proclaimed and her eyes grew wide at his statement but knew something was wrong.
"No…you aren't." She hissed back and he frowned at this before moving to the seam of the Robin uniform in the middle of his body, pulling it away. Her eyes growing wider every inch as she saw Tim Drake's sleeping face in his chest, slowly being absorbed by the figure.
"TIM!" She screamed and the figure pushed the seam back down to hide Tim again, looking up to her.
"We will become one soon. You aren't needed here. Be gone." The figure said and grinned before promptly snapping her neck.
M'gann gasped away and heaved for breath, her eyes snapped open in horror and terror. She placed a hand to her neck and knew she was out his mind. She glanced over to Tim's body and saw it remained unmoved.
"Jason?" She muttered then shook the teen to wake him up, "Tim?"
"M'gann? What the hell is going on?"
She lost her breath at the sound of Nightwing's voice and she turned to face him, stare down at her in confusion.
"I'm sorry, Nightwing. Jason asked to look into his mind to see if Tim was somewhere in his head." She said and he swore loudly before moving to Tim's body before slapping him across the face.
"Wake up. Jason, Tim, whoever is in control. Please wake up." Dick said and then the body's eyes snapped open, gasped for breath with horror stretched across his features. He looked around in a frantic motion until he looked gaze with Nightwing and stared at him for a moment before sighing.
"Oh, it's Dickie bird." he muttered and Dick sighed at the fact he sounded like Jason.
"Jason, do you want to give all of us a heart attack?" Dick asked him and Jason looked away, a frown present on his face.
"No, it's just I'm concerned about the kid. The black liquid is something not to be messing with." Jason stated then snapped his gaze to M'gann with his eyes narrowed, "You did something, M'gann. I can feel it now. It's extremely pissed off and now because of it, Tim could be god knows where in my psyche."
M'gann looked away and said, "I'm sorry. I did not venture to far in your psyche, Jason. The black liquid…I believe that is what I meet in your mind has taken Tim hostage. It's absorbing him. We need to get him out of there."
Jason frowned at this and replied, "M'gann, have faith in Tim. It was probably an illusion the black liquid gave you to think he was in trouble but in fact, fighting it off somewhere else. And if anything else, his will and knowledge is much stronger than any of ours."
M'gann stared at the teen before nodding himself and Dick sighed, helping Jason stand back up.
"Anyway, things are started to move forward in our plan. It looks like Donna is willing to join and Garth said that this would be his last mission to ever take." Dick said and Jason gave him a small grin at this.
"Awesome, I guess we need to get going on a plan, huh?" Jason said and Dick nodded before they all left to form a plan to get his body back.
Tim was quickly pulled out of what he hoped was an illusion and gagged for breath, the black liquid spilling past his lips and dripping out of the corners of his eyes. Horror spread across his features and pulled his body away from the liquid, trying to separate himself from it as much as possible.
What the hell was that? That wasn't me. That person was a hallucination that black liquid gave me to make me vulnerable for an attack, Tim thought and tried to clear his head yet it seemed like that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
"How did you like seeing yourself?" The black liquid asked him and he narrowed his eyes before sneering at the voice.
"Don't joke with me. You tried to get me into thinking that was some hallucination." He hissed back and the black liquid shifted underneath him, as if it were becoming denser.
"It wasn't. That is…Timothy Jackson Drake…ten years from now. A glimpse of the future. You are…destined to be like us. We must…take vengeance. You will…too." The black liquid hissed before going silent and forcing Tim to return back to his body, in such a rush that he hadn't even processed what it told him.