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Ra's: “I would *burn* this city down if that’s what it would take to have you. Don’t ever underestimate what I am willing to do to make sure you’re right where you belong.”

Tim, indifferent: “And where is that?”

Ra's, growling: “With me. You belong with me.”

Kon&Tim ending their situationship over a rooftop... It's sunset, god-like heroes behind Kon, certain semi goddess waiting furiously.

Behind Tim, shadows & whispers.

"Your girl is lovely, Kon," Tim says with a cruel smirk before jumping off the roof. Always the untamable bird.

// Ra'sTim, All/Tim, omegaverse:

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Tim didn't feel anything when looking at his baby. That had to be wrong, right?

Postpartum depression, as Leslie had called it, was quite frequent in omegas, such that the number of omegas who suffered it was somehow higher than the beta's.

But Tim's feelings had started way before giving birth to his pup. It had started the exact moment Leslie told him he was pregnant (which alpha of the Wayne pack was the father didn't matter). Tim had felt nothing but anger and sickness during his pregnancy.

In biological terms, Tim had gone feral.

They had needed to keep the baby away from Tim for weeks, Tim gone into a primitive instinct that was dangerous to the baby. Even nowadays there were still so many cases of feral omegas who -

The baby had been taken away. It had been for everyone's own good. Now...

Tim is taking five different types of meds, reading motherhood books, and trying to smile at the baby. It doesn't work, and Tim knows it won't work. Janet had suffered the same, perhaps a curse of their bloodline intended to end them.

It's not surprising that Ra's visits.

It's an early night, all bats outside in patrol (a privilege Tim lost ever since his pack decided he was to be a mother), Alfred busy in the kitchen. Of course Ra's would appear, that arrogant smile of his being the closest thing to bring a feeling to Tim's body.

It's - nothing.

As always, Ra's has been waiting in the shadows, perhaps even amused at the bats' game. Tim can tell that Ra's is satisfied, probably even overjoyed at his past words becoming true.

Fourteen months ago, Ra's and Tim had seen each other for the last time. And Ra's had laughed cruelly and coldly, saying that Tim wouldn't find happiness in that ridiculous pack of his nor in playing mother for them. But Tim was a bat, and he couldn't just run away with a villain. So, he had pretended not to listen.

Now they are here, with Ra's chuckling at the view of Tim's failed motherhood.

"I could fix this," Ra's proposes, a familiar warm hand cupping Tim's face, managing to make the omega feel, "If you come with me."

Tim looks at the baby he-feels-nothing-for sleeping peacefully. They don't even know their mother hates them.

"... Okay," Tim gives up. After all, he hasn't been a real mother. At least as an orphan the baby will hate Tim less.

"Good," Ra's purrs, carrying Tim off the floor, walking to the balcony & jumping away from the manor.

Tim knows it's wrong. But he can't bring himself to care.