Variant & At the Bottom of the Sky

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Claim: DC Comics, Tim Drake
Title: Variant
Author: Jamjar (jamjar)
Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El
Prompt: 27. Original Character
Rating: All Ages
Length: Medium (7000 words)
Brief summary: This is an AU, written for the Timfinity challenge. The characters aren't so much *original* characters as they are an orginal means of characterization. Saying more would give away the premise, and that's the point of the story.

"You don't think about getting your own name?" the Kid says.

Three looks at him. "Timothy Drake *is* my own name."

"Yeah, but one you don't have to share with four other people, maybe." The kid shrugs. "I-- Tim found a name for me."

"I know. Two left a memo about it," Three says. "It's appropriate."

"You could pick your own name. You don’t have to get stuck with... Not that it's a bad name, just..."

"I know what you mean, but--" He crosses his arms. "We're not like you." He shrugs, arms still crossed. "They want you to be Superman, but you're not, you're something *different*. There's never been anyone like you before."

Kon-El looks at him. "Same could be said about you. You're not the original Tim Drake. All of you-- you're not the same person."

"No, but I'm not *different* either." Three looks up to meet his eyes. "I-- We don't have many memories from our source. Less than you started with, really." He raises one hand to push his hair back. "But the memories I do have are Tim Drake and they're *mine*. Ours. I won't-- I can't stop being me, just because they're doing the same."

Link to the story: Variant

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Claim: DC Comics, Tim Drake
Title: At the Bottom of the Sky
Author: Ruby Nye (rubynye)
Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson
Prompt: 18. Light
Rating: Adult
Length: Medium (6000 words)
Brief summary: It's the lighting that sets the tone of this story. It's Tim and Dick, two fucked up boys having fucked up sex on a grey, rainy day. It won't fix what's wrong with them, but it's all they know.

Tim glances down for a moment, but when he looks up again his smile is so bright Dick can see an actual gleam of teeth. "You're still talking me into this, right?"

Dick takes the cue and plasters on a grin, and waits for it to help, because he really is stupid. Tim's smile is too bright in the dimness, between lines either side of his mouth, under eyes that are dark and blown and wide without any smile in them at all. It's like a Robin-smile but wrong, like Tim is trying to give Dick one of his back. It would work if it weren't for the pleading in his eyes, and Dick's chest clenches like it'll implode, as he stares at Tim and can't breathe.

Link to the story: At the Bottom of the Sky