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The Masks we Wear (5)

Title: The Masks We Wear (Part 2)

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Scene 5: A Clash of Worlds

The tension in the room thickens as Noctis stands, his gaze flicking between the Batfamily and Tim. There’s a possessiveness in his voice that unsettles everyone, including Tim. It feels like the world is closing in around him, and for the first time, the lines between who he is with Noctis and who he is as Robin blur completely in front of everyone he cares about.

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Dick Grayson: (taking a step forward, voice calm but firm)
"Tim isn’t yours, Noctis. He’s part of this family, and we don’t let anyone take that away. Not even you."

Noctis: (cool, unbothered)
"He came to me. I’ve been the one watching over him, when you all abandoned him. I’ve provided for him. You call yourselves a family, but where were you when he needed you most?"

Tim’s eyes dart between them, his heart pounding. He’s spent years fighting for the Batfamily’s acceptance, but Noctis has always been there in the background, offering something different—something darker, yes, but it’s always been a constant. And in this moment, as everyone stares at him, Tim feels the weight of all the secrets he’s kept crashing down.

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Bruce Wayne: (his voice commanding, but tinged with concern)
"Tim, listen to me. We need to understand what’s going on here. You don’t need to protect him anymore."

Tim Drake: (his voice wavering, but defiant)
"I’m not protecting him, Bruce. You don’t get it. No one does."

Noctis: (his voice low, leaning in slightly toward Tim)
"They’ll never understand you the way I do, Tim. They’ve always been too focused on their mission, on Gotham, on Bruce. But me? I’ve only ever cared about you."

The possessiveness in Noctis’s tone sends a chill through the room. Dick clenches his fists, visibly trying to stay calm, while Damian looks ready to draw a weapon. Bruce, however, remains stone-faced, his eyes focused solely on Tim.

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Dick Grayson: (shaking his head, voice rising)
"This is wrong, Tim. You know it. He’s manipulating you."

Tim Drake: (snapping, his voice filled with frustration)
"Stop telling me how I feel! You don’t get it, Dick! None of you ever understood what it was like after Bruce was gone. I was alone, and Noctis… he was there. When you all moved on, he didn’t."

Damian Wayne: (sneering)
"And what? You let this villain play house with you? You’ve betrayed everything the Batfamily stands for."

Tim whirls to face Damian, anger flashing in his eyes.

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Tim Drake:
"It wasn’t like that! You don’t know anything about what I’ve been through!"

Before Damian can respond, Bruce steps in between them, his voice steady but authoritative.

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Bruce Wayne:
"Enough, both of you."

He turns his attention fully to Tim, his voice softer now, a note of pain in it.

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Bruce Wayne:
"I’m sorry, Tim. I’m sorry if we made you feel abandoned. But whatever this is, whatever hold Noctis has over you… it’s not real. You’re stronger than this."

Tim feels the weight of Bruce’s words, but Noctis steps closer, his presence an unspoken challenge to the Batfamily’s authority.

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