Tim & Damian - Origin Swap
Damian Drake
- serious
- loves animals
- too much free time
- dangerous levels of curiosity
- fast
- loves to draw
- vegetarian
- prefers spiced food (expensive taste)
- Bruce Wayne’s biological son
Timothy Al Ghul
- quiet
- sarcastic
- dangerously smart
- lives for puzzles and mysteries
- distastes weaponry (considers words and the mind far superior weapons)
- likes to record (falls into photography because Ra’s wants to utilize his talents in spy missions)
- prefers bitter foods
- doesn’t like elaborate meals (paranoid about poisons)
- Ra’s Al Ghoul’s biological grandson
Timothy snapped, eyes glinting. “I am not a replacement!”
Todd snorted, crossing his arms as he let out a little huff. “You do understand what ’replacement’ means, right? Getting lost in translation there?”
Timothy’s eyes widened, jaw tightening.
“Todd!” Damian snapped.
“You-“ Timothy’s fists clenched. “You do not understand whom you speak to.”
“A copycat.” Todd smirked, clearly enjoying getting under the boy’s skin.
His hand snapped out, eyes wide and frosty as a blade buried itself into Jason’s sternum. “It is only by my grace that you were placed in the pit.” Timothy’s voice carried no inflection, gaze steady as Todd stumbled back. “You were a mindless beast before. But I see that you are still a slave to the beast.” Timothy’s lip curled. “You were a waste of a bargain.”
Grayson was shouting, trying to help Todd, putting himself between Timothy and the wounded bat.
But Damian’s eyes were wide, unable to look away from the assassin.
Timothy was stood still, not even bothering to lower his arm. His frigid gaze never strayed from Todd.
Timothy’s hands were shaking.
Damian took a step toward Timothy and then froze as the assassin tensed, gaze locking onto him.
“Can you teach me how to do that?”
The choked sounds of surprise were barely background noise as he watched Timothy’s posture relax a breath.
“You were so accurate.” Damian continued, rubbing his arm. “And you wield your words like a weapon.” He hoped he looked as innocent as Dick claimed. “You could beat father, couldn’t you?”
Timothy relaxed further. “I sincerely doubt I could take on the Bat all alone, Kinz.”
“Which is why your grandfather sent you here.” Damian took another step forward.
Timothy nodded once. “Yes. To learn from the Bat is one of the greatest honors.”
Damian moved fast, but Timothy moved faster, grabbing his arm with ease and locking it in place. Damian’s heart beat in his throat.
Timothy’s gaze moved from him to the sedation dart in his hand. The corners of his lips quirked up ever so slightly. “You’re brave, Kinz.” He crushed Damian’s wrist, making him gasp as his hand was forcibly opened. Timothy plucked the dart from his grasp and studied it for a moment.
Damian tried to keep his breathing steady, waiting for Timothy to turn the dart on him.
Instead, Timothy pocketed the dart and released Damian’s wrist. “Unfortunately, I have years of experience that even talent cannot supersede.” Timothy took his hand, far more gentle this time, and placed it against the assassin’s chest. “Be proud of yourself, Kinz. Few manage to get so close to the heir Al Ghoul.” Then he released Damian and stepped back. The assassin sat on the ground, as though meditating, eyes closed.
Damian stumbled back several steps, lungs refusing to draw in a proper breath.
“Damian!”
Grayson’s shout forced his attention back to his brothers.
“Go get me a towel!” Grayson had his hands pressed around Todd’s wound, the hilt of the blade still protruding from his chest.
Damian hurried to help, unable to keep his gaze from flickering back to Timothy as he made his way to the medbay and back.
Grayson would have already sent out a signal to Father, there was nothing left to do but wait for him to arrive.
So Damian watched the assassin, noting every twitch and every breath.