Disclaimer: not mine

See, not leaving you hanging for too long.

So, is no one angry that I truly killed Tim in Blood Childe of Mine?

Chapter 13

Danny cradled the limp body to his chest as he reached the Far Frozen, stumbling through the snow before managing to take to the air again, powers fluctuating badly. He really hated Lazarus Pits! "Frostbite!" he yelled as he spotted the settlement. It exploded into motion at his cry and soon Tim's too still form was being swept away and Danny stumbled.

"Great One?"

Blackness swallowed him as he collapsed, not feeling the arms that caught him.

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Jason clicked on his comm, hands shaking as he stared at the still water. "Hood to Batcave," he whispered.

"Jay?" Dick demanded instantly.

"He…I'm sorry Dick."

He heard the pained inhale, the sound of a chair scraping across stone. "T…Tim?"

"He was dying, we tried to get to him…they threw him in and Danny dove in after him. But they haven't surfaced."

"No…maybe…it's just taking time...if Tim was nearly dead…"

Jason checked the time and closed his eyes. "There should be movement, it's been thirty minutes," he admitted, he hadn't realised he'd been sitting there so long.

"Jay…wait a sec. Nightwing here," the last was quieter, Dick answering another call. "Kon just hit atmo, sending him your way."

Jason nodded even though Dick couldn't see him; he'd sent the coordinates in the last message before they entered after all. "Pits all the way down."

It would take Kon what, ten or fifteen minutes to get there? If they hadn't surfaced by then…they should have surfaced already, especially Danny since he at most had some small wounds, unless he'd been hiding something? His gear would mostly hide blood well after all.

And now he was about to have an emotionally compromised super on his hands…wonderful. But he knew Kon was the better choice, he may not be as experienced as Clark but if Tim and Danny did emerge, Kon would have a better chance of getting through the madness to them, or at least Tim.

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Kon reached the co-ordinates, seeing bodies lying about some unconscious and some dead. He simply slammed through the base, only taking care not to destabilise the support. It didn't take him long to reach the cave like room under the base, lit by eerie green light…like Jason's eyes when he was angry. There were more bodies around but at the side of the Pit was a kneeling figure.

"Hood?" he called, and Jason turned to him, even his domino off now, revealing the pain in his eyes.

"They…they haven't surfaced. I'm so sorry Kon."

"What?"

"Danny should have been up in no more than a minute or two and Tim…even the dead are out with how long it's been. There's no movement, nothing."

Kon stared at the pit, searching the water for his best friend and new friend. He liked Danny and he was good for Tim. "They're…Jason the Pit is empty. There's no one there, no bodies, nothing."

"Those that don't surface…they're never found," Jason whispered, eyes full of grief and sympathy.

Kon shook his head, he didn't believe it. They weren't dead, they couldn't be.

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Jason stepped away from Kon as they landed on the roof, he did not like Super Air very much at all and yet he knew Tim was forever getting a lift from his super powered friends. Dick was standing there, desperation clear, his shoulders slumping when he saw there were only two of them. He pressed a hand to his mouth and Jason found himself moving, despite his anger at Dick, he was still his big brother.

Dick was sobbing into his shoulder, his whole body shaking, and Jason held him up. He saw Kon's stance soften slightly, knew the clone was even angrier with Dick than he was. Finally, Kon huffed but moved closer, simply guarding them since they were on a rooftop, even if it was one with bat security.

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Damian smirked; he'd known Grandfather would do it! Drake was finally dealt with.

"Feeling pretty pleased huh?"

He looked up and sneered at Drake's clone. "Why are you here clone?"

"You think you've won brat? Your Grandfather wanted Tim as his heir, Tim, not you. He threw him into the Lazarus Pit to save his life and ensure he would remain. You? You're just an arrogant little brat with delusions of grandeur. To think, Tim was actually excited by the idea of having a little brother only to end up with a monster like you."

The clones eyes were glowing slightly red and they were alone. Normally, it would not be a concern, but Richard had managed to find all of his hidden weapons and he had no Kryptonite.

"The only reason you're still alive after everything you've done to Tim, is because he didn't want any of us to kill you. Because we're better than that. Tim is missed, mourned, as both Tim and Robin. Who would mourn or miss you?"

And with that, Damian was alone.

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Clark bowed his head as Kon stood before the League and announced the death of the third Robin. If only he had known Tim well enough to track him…but he had never put the effort in, not with how defensive he'd been of Kon during their Young Justice days. Things had gotten better over the years but he had never felt entirely comfortable around the boy. Of all the Robins, he had been the most like Batman but also in some uncomfortable ways had reminded him of Lex.

There was a lot of guilt and shame to go around as they realised that with some backup, he would never have been so badly injured. He had died in the Pit; had he drowned or did the water somehow kill him? Or…had he chosen to die?

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Danny groaned, chest aching, but he blinked liquid out of his eyes, tensing for a second before recognition sank in and he relaxed. He floated in the tank, waiting, watching as the Yeti's moved around a table, seeing a hand hanging limp over the side. He would not interrupt, not when they were working on Tim. He closed his eyes, reaching for his sense of him and…no…please…there! ever so faint but he could sense him.

"Great One?"

He opened his eyes and waved at Frostbite.

"We have removed the tainted power that tried to infect your core. Your companion…is more complicated," he explained as the tube was drained.

Danny was relieved to leave it, reminded too much of the Pits when submerged. He quickly pulled on his clothes, not that he really felt the cold but still, standing around in his underwear was not fun.

"Is he alive?"

"Yes. The same corrupt power has someone sustained his life, which is complicating its removal from him. He has recently been exposed to powerful, twisted magics as well."

Danny nodded and explained the drugs and spells that had been placed on him even as he tried to see Tim. Frostbite moved him to where he could see but not get in the way and began pulling out some equipment.

Tim was…deathly pale, chest barely moving with breath, poisonous green clinging to his skin like a film. But he was alive. Some of the Yeti were focused on his damaged leg, others were gathered at his chest, where a core would form if he died. If he died here, he would become a ghost and they were ready to help if that happened. Danny prayed to any power that was listening that Tim would live.

He lost track of time as he watched and waited and finally Frostbite approached again.

"He will live, Great One."

And Danny slumped against the wall, dizzy with relief.

"But he will not be…unchanged. The magic and now this exposure have affected him. We have removed as much of the corruption as we can without killing him. You had a fully formed core and that protected you."

"But I was exposed as a child," Danny pointed out.

"And you have since died, such corruption would have been purged then."

A path was cleared and Danny slowly approached, looking Tim over, his colour was better at least. He hesitantly reached out and placed his hand against Tim's cheek, feeling the warmth of life in his skin.

"He is…no longer strictly human but he is not of the Realms either. The magic has used the power of these Pits to change him. How, we won't know entirely for sure until after he wakes. For now, we have him sedated to give his body time to heal and adjust. We cannot predict what his mental state will be."

"Pit madness," Danny murmured. "Those who come back out of the pit go through a brief period of madness where they'll kill anything in sight." He stroked Tim's now blond streaked black hair. It seemed some of the die had come out after the exposure, weird. "Clear the training arena and we'll go there for when he wakes. I'll handle whatever happens."

"Are you sure?"

Danny nodded; he could take anything that Tim could throw at him. Tim wouldn't want anyone to see him like that if the madness took control. "How long have we been here?"

"Three days, Great One."

Danny winced, Jason… hopefully he hadn't stuck around the base. He'd think they were dead, swallowed by the Lazarus Waters like so many over the years.

"How long till he wakes?" he leant down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, Tim not reacting at all.

"It would be best to wait another day."

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Dick entered the silent manor and headed straight upstairs, feeling like a ghost surrounded by ghosts. He paused at the door and then carefully pushed it open, looking around in shock. He hadn't been inside since…since Tim had been recovering from his fall in the cave. Tim's room…was trashed. He winced and carefully picked up the photo, it had been taken the day that Tim's adoption was finalised. Bruce looked proud, one arm around Tim's shoulders, Tim smiling shyly.

The Tim in the photo looks so…different to the one he had fought that night before he up and vanished from even Babs' ability to track. But the League of Assassins' had found him…and now his brother was dead. Kon had confirmed there were no bodies within the Pit, Tim and his new partner, Danny, were gone. He should have done more, should have gone after him. Kon had been right to be so mad at him, he deserved it.

He'd lost his little brother, his baby bird, and it was all his fault. He clutched the photo to his chest and let the tears come.

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Babs stared at the images of Tim's destroyed room, shocked to find there was a camera hidden in a vent but it gave her a way to track what had happened. She closed her eyes in grief as she watched Damian trash the room over and over, Tim silently cleaning it up, slowly removing his treasured belongings to keep them from being permanently damaged or destroyed.

Tim's home had been taken from him before Bruce 'died', before he'd left…and no one had seen or wanted to see it. If only he'd reached out…he could have stayed with her, she knew how Dick was, how he hurt the people he loved without realising it. She would have helped him. She'd let herself become too cut off as she spread her wings as Oracle, when was the last time she'd invited Tim over to help her set up a new system or help her work out bugs in the code, anything.

And now it was too late, Tim was dead. Had Tim fought the Lazarus Waters, knowing what they'd done to Jason? Had he chosen to die? And what of his companion? Jason had filled them in on what little he knew of the teen. Danyal al Ghul. Bruce's son, another child hidden from him. It had been Kon who had admitted the two were sleeping together, that Danny had done everything to protect Tim…had he chosen to follow his lover into death? How could they tell Bruce? He had lost two sons in one fight.

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Danny carried Tim into the empty arena and gently set him on the ground. His colour was a lot better now, a slight flush to his skin as he continued to heal. His leg had been healed though he would always bare the scars from both the original wound and the League's attempts to fix it. At least they had tried but the damage had been too great.

Tim stirred slightly, the sedation beginning to wear off, and Danny forced himself to move away. He crouched so as to appear less of a threat, hoping that it would help Tim stay calm. He was dressed in simple pants and shirt, clothing that could just be tossed away if damaged. Tim had been dressed in the same, though he had long sleeves due to the cold.

He watched as Tim's fingers twitched on the ground and then slowly, glowing green eyes fluttered open. Danny remained still, breathing slow and steady, even when Tim rolled to his feet, chest heaving as his breathing increased, face twisting in anger. He'd seen Tim with so many different emotions since they started travelling together…but never rage like this, he'd gotten angry, everyone did, but this, this was unnatural.

"Tim," he murmured, keeping his voice steady. He got a snarl in reply. "It's okay, you're safe. I know you're angry and confused right now, but it's not you, it the Pit. It will pass," he promised.

They weren't sure what the water and magic had done to Tim but the Pit Madness would pass. He looked…different but still Tim, Danny couldn't quite put his finger on it. And then Tim lunged at him with an incoherent scream. Danny didn't fight back, he just dodged, but…that was making Tim's rage worse. Of course, it had to feel like a taunt, like Danny was playing with him. So the next time he lunged, Danny let him knock him to the ground, Tim pinning him down.

Danny lifted a hand and gentle stroked Tim's hair, feeling Tim trembling with rage, muscles straining. "Shh, it's okay," he murmured. "I'm right here Tim, I've got you."

The green flickered, revealing familiar blue and a hint of recognition for a second before it faded. Tim had him pinned and if he was human then he'd be trapped, but he could free himself in a second if needed. But Tim wasn't trying to hurt him so he lay limp beneath him, letting Tim try and work through the madness.

Tim snarled and then Danny blinked as lips pressed to his, hard. His hands moved up to Danny's shoulders, clenching and then releasing as he shifted on top of him. Oh! Tim rocked his hips, yep that was what he'd felt. He'd never heard of Pit Madness causing arousal before. But it was better than Tim trying to rip his throat out with his teeth…that had been a traumatising sight for a six-year-old. Tim pulled back to stare at him and then kissed him again, pulling at his shirt.

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Frostbite watched from a distance, relieved at the lack of fighting. Their connection was obvious and it would pain the Great One to fight his mate. Living or not, the Realms would be far more stable with a mated King.

The only thing they were sure of, was that the boy would not die, but what exactly had the mix of powers done to him? Hopefully, he was still the young man the Great One loved.

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Diana stared at the man sleeping, locked in isolation just to be safe. Clark had left to inform the children of his safe retrieval and she remained to watch over their friend. She dreaded having to inform him of Tim's death…and the death of a son he never knew of.

She had met Bruce's youngest and was not at all impressed. But Kon and Jason said the elder was nothing like the younger, that he had been so protective of Tim, had fought and wounded his grandfather in trying to save him. Danyal, it seemed was quite the warrior…and she wished she could have met him.

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Danny bit his lip, swallowing back a moan as Tim ripped his shirt off, hands moving over his chest as he rocked against him. The green was fading from his eyes but there was something…the blue wasn't there…they were shifting to gold. Tim kissed him again and Danny felt tiny pinpricks against his lip, like…fangs?

"Tim? Can you hear me?" he panted when Tim pulled back again, and Tim cocked his head to the side. "Let me know you're in there. Consent Tim, I..," he bit back another moan when Tim pressed down hard. "This isn't happening unless you give me a sign, you're in there and really want it," he stated firmly, cooling his own body off to help keep his head clear.

Tim growled and yeah…those were tiny baby fangs. What the hell was happening to him? Danny could do fangs, claws, and pointed ears but that was a ghost thing and he rarely went that deep into his ghost side. But Tim was fully alive so it had to be something else.

"Come on Tim, you can do this, you're so strong." He lifted a hand to gently stroke his cheek, and Tim leant into his touch, recognising him on some level, he hoped. "I'm here, we're safe, come back to me."

Tim stared at him with golden eyes…and they really were stunning to look at, even as his pupils were changing slightly, becoming more vertical than round. Tim leant down but there was something more controlled in the action, pressing his nose to Danny's throat and then his open mouth, he…he was smelling him? Tim straightened up again and it seemed all the rage had drained from him at last. A hand moved to rest over his heart, massaging the skin, and then Tim's brow furrowed and he stared. Danny knew it was the scar from where Pru and shot him, confusion flickering over Tim's face. That was more awareness than he'd shown so far.

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Mad….so mad…danger…protect…defend… no fight? Warm…soft…want… need…hungry…want…

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"Tim?" Danny murmured. "Please…don't leave me," he begged.

Tim kissed him again but there was a softness to it this time. He kept rubbing at the bullet scar and then began nuzzling at Danny's throat. Tim sat up again and then trembling fingers were pressed to his cheek. Tim's lips parted, revealing those small fangs again. "M…mm…mine?"

He could see the confusion in Tim's golden eyes, the struggle to speak, but there was something in there that was Tim.

"Yours," he whispered, smiling in relief. "Mine?" he asked in return, and Tim blinked before whining.

And then he was being kissed again before Tim moved back to his neck. Danny shivered as small, sharp fangs dragged over the skin and then he gasped as they sank in. Had Tim just…and then Danny moaned, head swimming. What…what was…happening? Everything was fuzzy even as he felt heat wash through him. He…he needed…he pulled Tim closer, clawing at his shirt to rip it off.

They rolled across the ground, tearing at each other's clothes till they were naked, Danny pulled Tim tight to his body, fangs clashing as they kissed, Danny in full ghost form. Tim was making needy noises, body going utterly pliant as Danny rolled on top of him, entering him easily. Again and again, they went for hours, Tim looking slowly healthier as they did. And eventually, Danny sank his own fangs into Tim even as he did the same.

Panting, Danny rolled so he was on the ground, Tim curled up on top of him as they fell asleep.

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Frostbite quickly covered the sleeping pair with a large blanket before they worked to get them onto the stretcher. That…that was not at all what he had expected and he doubted the Great One had either. They carefully carried the two back to the medical facility and settled them onto the bed, raising the temperature of the room as much as possible for Timothy's comfort.

He had a lot of research to do and he manoeuvred a scanner into place to see what had changed in the young human.

TBC…

So decided to not make Tim a halfa again. Lingering sex/fertility magic + Lazarus Pits = interesting changes. Anyone guess?