Jason Todd's Daughter

Forget Me Not

         Batman had berated Tim the entire time Alfred had been removing the bullet from Tim's torso.
        The Red Robin knew he deserved it, worse actually. His reckless actions had led to Arya being badly hurt. He could still hear her screams echoing through his head along with that maniacal laughter...
       But, despite it all, their plan had worked; it simply had gone a little more drastically then they had intended.
      Arya still hadn't woken up since they'd been rescued, it had been three days. Let's just say Tim and everyone else was sufficiently worried. Except for Damian and Bruce. They were as unreadable as ever.
      Taking a deep sip of his coffee Tim sighed as the rich flavor woke him up. 
      The entire three days since they'd been rescued Tim hadn't slept a wink minus when he fell unconscious in the warehouse.
      He told everyone that he couldn't sleep because he was waiting for Arya to wake up but, that wasn't entirely true. He refused to sleep for another reason as well, he was scared of the memories. That may sound wimpy considering everything that his family had each gone through, but he didn't want to relive being forced to watch as the Joker beat Arya viscously with the crowbar, or hear her screams as the Joker carved J's into Arya's ears.
      And thanks to coffee, which Tim had 'modified', he hadn't had to sleep despite being urged to rest.
      He was sitting on the floor of the living room just staring blankly at the wall as he drank his coffee while Damien stood idly on the other side of the room sharpening a katana.
      Tim's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he heard his com beep.
     "Ye-" Tim answered, aggravated that someone had roused him from his thoughts only to be cut off by an excited, "SHE'S AWAKE!"
      Tim's eyes widened, locking eyes with Damien's rich green ones he he felt hope sear through him.
      "I'm on my way." Standing up he looked at his little brother with a  questioning expression, "Damien?"
      "Yes, yes. I'm coming peasant."

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       "Do what?" Arya's voice echoed down the hall. What are you talking about? Last thing I remember doing was talking to Tim in my cell. How'd I even get here?"
        Her words stopped Tim dead in his tracks. She'd... forgotten.
       He pressed himself against the wall, tuning out the rest of the conversation. He was happy for her, she'd never have to relive what had happened in that warehouse. But, he also couldn't help feeling a tinge of sadness at the fact that she'd never know how brave she was, how far she'd gone just to make her family stay together.
       Batman's voice echoed in his ears,"This, is why I am the one who assigns missions. Because clearly your not ready to choose your own.
      You let your emotions impair your better judgement, leading to you allowing yourself as well as your niece to be captured by the joker, and for what? A masochistic attempt to reunite our family?! Well done, you forced us to join forces, but for how long? And at what cost? I almost lost another son because you and Arya where to foolish to think of anything but yourselves and your ideals."
        He smiled to himself, a single tear spilling from his eye, his father was right. And now Tim alone would have to endure the memory of what had happened in that godforsaken warehouse.
       Taking a deep breathe he turned to walk away only to be stopped by a hand around his wrist.
        Glancing at the hand that was grasping his arm, assuming that Dick or Jay had followed him and Damien  he recoiled slightly in shock when he saw who the hand actually belonged to.
        "She may not remember, but that doesn't mean you get to avoid her Drake." Damien said quietly, Tim's mouth dropped open. "She'll need you, memory loss is never completely permanent. So don't torture yourself. It's pathetic over such a trifle matter."
        "Thank you....?" Tim responded warily, still gaping slightly that one, Damien hadn't grabbed him to cause him physical pain in any way; and two, that he had actually bothered to attempt to comfort Timothy.
         Damien's eyes widened and then narrowed as he quickly withdrew his hand from his older brother's as if he had been burned. "Don't let it get to your head charity case! I just don't want to have to deal with you having a breakdown. You're a mess as it is, never mind having complications with this female cretin later on."
       The assassin stalked off, heading the opposite direction, only to pause as he remembered why he was in the Batcave in the first place.
       Sending a murderous glare at Tim, Damien let out an indignant huff as he brushed past the senior Robin.
       Lingering for a moment longer outside the opening of the door, Tim scowled are his own cowardice, I'm a Robin, I'm THE Red Robin; why am I hiding behind a door? You got this..... I got this.
        And with these thoughts fresh in his mind, Tim stepped into the med-wing.
 
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       When Batman had commed the two Robins to let them know that Arya was awake Damien had watched in amusement as his sibling jumped to his feet.
       For three days Drake had been in a   mindless state, doing nothing but stare at the wall,and drink unhealthy amounts of that-Damien shuddered-horrible liquid which Tim liked to call 'coffee'.
        In the young assassin's opinion it tasted like dirt in a cup. Not that anyone cared about his opinion.
       Although he'd never admit it, he was relieved to see a spark of joy enter his brother's eyes.
      "I'm on my way," Tim responded. Bright blue eyes locked on Damien silently asking if he was coming or not.
       "Yes, yes. I'm coming peasant," Damien sighed reluctantly. Putting down his katana he followed close behind his older brother as they headed for the med-wing.
       After a few minutes they could hear voices echoing down the hall as the duo neared their destination.
        "Do what?" The young heroine's voice could be heard clearly now, "What are you talking about?Last thing I remember doing was talking to Tim in his cell. How'd I even get here?"
         Damien looked at Tim, who had pressed himself against the wall, the Red Bird trying to process what Arya had just said.
         Getting annoyed at the sudden, massive amount of emotions flashing rapidly across his older brother's face Damien huffed in irritation, crossing his arms. "Drake?! I don't have all day."
        But Tim didn't seem to hear him, being so lost in his thoughts. The ten year old was about to lose his temper, opening his mouth to start hurdling insults at Tim.
      "Drake you fuc-" Damien stopped when he saw a tear slide down Tim's face.
        Tears? How pathetic....He is too pathetic to deserve my sympathy...
       The assassin gulped, he didn't really know how to handle emotions, but oddly, he felt he could understand how his brother was feeling. He'd felt it the day he met his father. He had learned two things that day: that his father had no idea who he was, and that his mother didn't give two shits. And now Tim was facing being mostly forgotten by someone he truly cared about.
        She doesn't know who he is...like Father didn't know who I was...
       Shaking himself out of his musing he realized Tim was trying to walk past him down the hall that led away from the med-wing and back to the manor.
        He caught ahold of the ravenette's wrist, she may not remember, but that doesn't mean you get to avoid her, Drake," he whispered quietly, "She'll need you, memory loss is never completely permanent. So don't torture yourself. It's pathetic over such a trifle matter."
       Had he looked up he would've seen Tim's draw drop as he stuttered out a 'thank you'.
       Upon hearing these words Damien's deep green eyes widened and then narrowed. Drake said "Thank you?" Why?
       Deciding that this conversation was long over Damien snapped while dropping Tim's arm as if it repulsed him (which it did), "Don't let it get to your head charity case! I'm only doing this for myself! I just don't want to have to deal with you having a break down. Your a mess as it, never mind having complications with this female cretin later on."
         Trudging off he spun on his heel angrily as he realized he had been heading away from his destination. He glared at the older Robin who had a bemused expression at this.
        When he heard Tim chuckle he looked back and have him a deadly glare. Seeing Tim gulp Damien smirked to himself, That's right peasant, FEAR ME.