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“Know that your spirit will be honored and you will live on through the child you are about to give me.”
No no no no no no.
Tim couldn’t move. He was chained to the wall.
The naked woman unzipped his suit, pulling lower and lower until the part of his body that she desired could be accessed. The part he had yet to share with anyone. Not even with Steph, his first and greatest love.
The Daughter of Acheron started stroking him. To his horror, his body reacted. “See how you harden at my touch? That means you desire this as I do.”
No, he didn’t. He didn’t desire anything like that. Especially not from her. He just wanted to go home. Where was Cass? She should’ve been there by now.
“Our child shall be the leader of an empire,” she said. Then, with a moan, she sank down upon him.
Tears were pouring down his face. The Daughter of Acheron was relentless as she took him, rocking back and forth and making ridiculous noises while doing so. He kept his eyes squeezed shut so he wouldn’t have to look at her. If this was sex, he never wanted to experience it again.
“That’s it, Timothy. Give me your seed,” she encouraged. "I know you're enjoying this. I can feel it within me. You're close."
He didn’t want to. God, he tried not to. But the fact of the matter was, he was a teenage boy with zero prior sexual experience. There was no physical way he could stop himself from giving her what she wanted. Unwilling pleasure bubbled up within him with each of her ministrations. It wasn't long before his body betrayed him completely.
He finished with a choked-out sob. It was mortifying. Shame and embarrassment burned through his veins like fire as the Daughter of Acheron continued to ride him to her own completion. He felt her clench around him, sending aftershocks jolting through his body. Every nerve felt overstimulated.
Finally satisfied, she slipped off of him. Her wetness remained, burning his skin like acid. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to wash it off.
“It is a shame that we must kill you now,” the woman sighed as she retied her robe, “but we all are required to make sacrifices in this world.”
Tim sagged against his chains, unable to even cover himself. At least he wouldn’t have to live with what had just happened for very long.
Of course, that’s when Cass burst in.
Tim woke up with a strangled gasp. He threw off the sweat-soaked covers, grabbed the trash can by his nightstand, and threw up in it.
It was just a dream. He was in his apartment. He was safe. It was just a dream.
Except it wasn’t just a dream. It was also a memory.
He eyed the pristine, white envelope on his desk. He had received it that afternoon, after he’d returned from lunch. It had been tucked in neatly with the rest of the mail on his desk. No one had seen where it’d come from.
Tim was a father now. There was a little baby out there with half of his genetics because of that night in Paris. And Ra’s had it.
There was no way he was going to be able to go back to sleep.
It was 2:30 in the morning. The only thing he could think of that might help him was talking to Dick. It took about half-an hour to get to Blüdhaven at this time of night. Tim remembered seeing a 24-hour diner not too far from Dick’s complex. Maybe his oldest brother would meet him there. He probably shouldn’t drive in his state, but since when had the Bats cared about that?
So after changing out of his pajamas and into an old sweatsuit he’d stolen from Bruce, Tim hopped onto his motorcycle and headed out of Gotham City.
He was three milkshakes in by the time Dick arrived.
“H-hey, Dick,” he greeted, trying to smile.
Dick slid into the booth across from his brother. He looked almost scared. “Tim, what’s going on?”
Movement from behind the counter caught Tim’s eye. “The waitress is coming over.”
The waitress –Doris, Tim had learned– had been pretty nice to him so far. She looked to be in her mid forties, and she hadn’t batted an eye when he’d ordered his third shake. Then again, she was probably used to young people with the munchies coming in at all hours of the night. She likely figured he was on drugs or something.
“What can I get for ya?” She asked Dick.
He gave her a charming smile. “Just a coffee, thanks,” he said. Then he glanced at Tim. “Actually, make that two coffees.”
The waitress brought them two steaming mugs along with a tray of cream and sugar before retreating back to the kitchen. Tim poured a bunch of sugar packets into his coffee before taking a sip.
Dick looked at him. His big brother was trying to hide it, but Tim could tell he was very concerned. “So…you wanna tell me why you’re in Blüdhaven doping up on milkshakes at four in the morning?”
Tim didn't look up from his coffee. “I told you. I got hungry.”
“Tim, you didn’t even get any food. Just a bunch of milkshakes. Please, bud, tell me what’s burdening that big brain of yours.”
Tim figured he might as well get it over with. It would be rude to have dragged Dick out of bed then not tell him the full story as to why Tim needed to be comforted. He couldn’t chicken out now.
Before he could lose his nerve, he gave his brother the envelope.
Dick opened the letter and read it. His face grew paler with each passing second.
“Tim, what does this mean?” He asked carefully.
“D-did you ever read my mission report from Paris?”
Dick frowned. “You mean the whole ‘assassination tournament’ thing? Yeah. Why?”
Tim kept his eyes fixed on his coffee. He could do this. It was just Dick. “Do you remember the fight with Promise and the … and the Daughter of Acheron?”
Her name tasted like bile on his tongue. He was already starting to regret all of the sugar in his stomach.
“Sure. They captured you, but then Cass swooped in and helped you take them both out before fake killing you.”
“Th-there’s more to it. More that I never wrote down.”
He'd done his best to cover up what had happened. The only other person who knew was Cass, and she'd been sworn to secrecy. He just didn't want to deal with it. And nothing good would come out of everyone knowing, anyway. He was finally rebuilding his life and repairing some of the broken relationships in his life. Coming clean would just make everything messy.
Dick furrowed his brows. “What happened, Tim? You know you can tell me. That’s why you came all the way here, isn’t it?”
It was. Dick had always been the one that Tim could turn to with his troubles. He trusted Dick with everything. He could trust him with this, too.
Tim took a deep, shaky breath. “R-Ra’s wanted a new heir because Damian joined our side. He apparently found me worthy because I kept WE out of his hands and blew up all of his bases.”
Dick nodded encouragingly. It gave Tim the courage to continue.
“So Ra’s sent his half-sister to… procure an heir. She and Promise had me tied up, and so she… she forced herself on me. A ‘ceremony,’ she called it. Their plan was to kill me after that. Cass arrived in time to save my life, but not soon enough to stop Ra’s sister from getting what she wanted.”
Dick looked sick. “Oh, Tim.”
“I’d hoped it hadn’t worked,” Tim continued with a sniffle. He’s started crying at some point, not caring enough to hide it. “I never heard anything from any of my League contacts, so I figured I’d gotten lucky. I mean, most people don’t get it on the first try, right? Especially if you’ve never…But then this card showed up on my desk earlier today. I don’t know what to do, Dick.”
“Does anyone else know?” Dick asked softly. Tim could only imagine what his big brother was feeling.
He shook his head. “I haven’t talked to anyone. Cass knows about the… about what happened to me since she was there, but I can’t tell her about this. I never blamed her for not showing up in time – she still saved my life – but I know she feels guilty. This would destroy her. And things with Bruce are still weird since the whole Boomerang thing. He doesn’t trust me anymore. He’ll barely even look at me or talk to me outside of patrol. Telling him I had sex with the enemy would just be the cherry on top of the shit sundae.”
“Tim, you did not have sex with that woman. She raped you. It wasn’t your fault. You know that, right?” Dick assured.
Tim kept his gaze on the table, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “B-but it’s on me too, right? I didn’t want to… to do that with her. I swear I didn’t. But my body still reacted. Sh-she said that meant I liked it. Because I wouldn’t have, you know, finished if I didn't.”
He couldn't believe he was even talking about it. It was mortifying.
His brother looked ready to cry himself. He asked shakily, “Tim, may I please hug you?”
Tim nodded. God, he needed a hug right about now.
Dick moved to his side of the booth and sat down. He then wrapped an arm around his little brother and tugged him close. Tim melted into the embrace as he finally let his guard down and sobbed into the eldest Wayne’s shoulder.
“It’s not your fault, Babybird,” his brother whispered soothingly into his hair. “Just because your body reacted biologically does not mean you liked or wanted it. Emancipated or not, you are still a child, and that woman abused you. You bear no responsibility for that. Do you understand?”
Hearing his big brother say it wasn’t his fault did make Tim feel a bit better. But even if he was the victim, there was still another variable in the situation. A pretty big one.
“B-but now there’s an innocent kid involved,” he pointed out with a sniffle. “I’m still responsible for that, aren’t I? Like, I don’t think any child should have to endure what Damian did.”
He meant that. As much as the thought of having a child – of having her child – scared him. He just really hoped it didn’t look too much like her.
“We can worry about that later,” Dick told him. “Besides, there’s still a chance that Ra’s is lying to get into your head. For now, I’m going to take you back to my place. You’re going to shower, and then you’re going to go to sleep for a while. In the morning, we can talk about where to go from here. Does that sound okay to you?”
Tim wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He was so thankful he’d come to Blüdhaven. “Y-yeah, that sounds okay.”