Fic: Moriarty
Title: Moriarty
Characters: Tim Drake
Rating: PG
Warnings: Just a little bit of violence. And crazy!Tim.
Word Count: 1, 200
Author's Notes: This is the start of the AU where that Jason/Tim porn came from. The idea came from phoenixofborg's brain and I ran with it.
Tim Drake is dead.
It was simple, really, to orchestrate and he’s a little disappointed in himself that he didn’t think of it sooner. After Janet and Jack died in Haiti, he was sent to orphanage. There were no other living relatives of the Drakes, so Tim would wait for a foster home, or be looked after by the State until he turned eighteen.
What it really meant, was that no one cared about Tim Drake anymore, that no one would mourn him when he died.
He didn’t even need a body, just left a fake suicide note for the carers to find and Tim Drake disappeared into the night. They’d search for a few days, maybe even a few weeks if the media drummed up enough interest, but eventually they’d find nothing and give up, and they’d assume Tim was successful in his suicide and that the body is lost among the many others in Gotham’s alleys and sewers.
Maybe Batman will notice, but then, he didn’t notice when Tim’s parents were kidnapped and ransomed so it seems unlikely that their child disappearing would warrant his attention. It hardly matters, even if he does notice, he won’t be able to find anything. Because there is no body.
Tim Drake smiles.
He turns on the tap and ducks his head under, washing out the peroxide. It stings his scalp, but changing his hair color is a quick and easy way to distance himself from Tim Drake, to make himself less recognizable if someone from his childhood sees him. He’ll get it cut too, when some of the media interest dies down and he stops having a panic attack every time someone’s gaze lingers on him for more than a few seconds.
He’s going to need money. He’d been slowly taking money out of his bank account, not enough to draw attention to himself, but he’d been stashing it away instead of spending it. So he’s not destitute, but he will be eventually. He knows he’ll probably need to rob a bank.
What he really needs is to find a way to kill the Batman.
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Tim’s heard of her, Shiva Wusan, the Lady Shiva. She’s one of the top ranked martial artists in the world, though no one can say for sure who makes decisions about such rankings. Tim briefly considers approaching Richard Dragon, but he’s troubled by the connections that Dragon has with costumed vigilantes.
So he goes to Shiva.
It takes a lot of convincing before she takes him as a student, there are many conversations over tea and walks through the gardens as Tim explains his past, his motivations and his plans for the future.
"You want to kill the detective?" Shiva asks.
"Yes." Tim answers simply, because that's really all there is to it.
The first time they fight, Shiva beats him senseless.
He doesn’t even attempt to strike her, simply does his best to block her attacks. He fails, but when she looks him over and offers him a hand to help him stand, he doesn’t see disapproval in her eyes.
They don’t spar again for weeks, every morning Shiva leads Tim through katas and then has him fight against her other students. He improves, slowly but steadily, building on the martial arts and self defence classes he took in Gotham city before his parents had died.
Exactly a month later Tim faces Shiva in the courtyard again. He holds his own for ten minutes, not landing any of his own strikes but he doesn’t take that many from her either. She taunts him, mocking his inability to land a hit and he snaps because he’s trained so hard and he wants to show her what he’s learned. The kick he aims is poorly thought through and she strikes out easily against it, driving her arm into his stomach and sending him sprawling to the ground. He does see disappointment then.
“You let your anger control you,” Shiva tells him as she walks away, “Only a fool thinks anger will help him in a fight.”
He doesn’t react with anger again, even when she beats him the next five, ten, twenty times. But eventually he starts holding his own, managing to land blows that send Shiva reeling.
It’s almost a year later when he finally beats her.
“I’ve taught you all I can,” she says as she stands and bows to him.
Tim returns the bow. “Thank you, sensei.”
He takes his leave later that week, two of his fellow students choose to travel to Gotham with him to be his personal guards. Tim can’t pay them for their services yet, but he will.
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He’d expected that finding the Joker would be harder, but it seems that once you’re properly in the Gotham Underground, there are always connections and trails that can be followed. Tim follows them straight to the Joker’s hideout, an abandoned theme park down near the docks. He gives them the name ‘Tim Draper’ and says that he wants to work for the Joker. They pat him down but not very thoroughly, they’re over confident, looking at Tim like he’s some kid who doesn’t have an idea what he’s getting into.
Tim thinks it’s the opposite.
The Joker is as terrifying as Tim expected, his mouth pulled into a constant, maniacal grin that sends a shiver down Tim’s spine. But he doesn’t show any of that, he’s not going to let the Joker see him scared.
“You made a mistake.” Tim says quietly, flatly.
“Oh did I? And what mistake was that, kiddo?” The Joker laughs, of course he laughs, but Tim is already moving.
“You killed Robin.” In one swift movement, Tim pulls the small stiletto blade from where it was hidden near his hip and flick it open. He briefly registers the look of surprise on the Joker’s face before he slits the man’s throat.
As the Joker falls to the ground, Tim turns around to see six henchman pointing guns at him and shaking.
“Is he dead?” It’s one of the henchmen, and his voice is shaking as much as his hands are.
“Yes.” Tim answers, pulling out a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood off his knife, “Are you going to shoot me? I have no plans to hurt you.”
The man that spoke looks between Tim and the Joker, then slowly lowers his gun, “There’s no point, is there? Not like he’s gonna get mad at us for letting you go.”
“Clever man, I’d hate to have had to kill you as well.” Tim puts his knife away, and starts walking out of the building.
“Wh-who are you?” the henchman calls after him.
Tim stops, but doesn’t turn around. He mulls over the question in silence. He’s not Tim Drake, not Tim Draper, either and he can’t imagine making up some trite themed name and running around in a self-made costume. But he needs something to go by, something that tells people who he is. Because killing the Joker was something that needed to be done. What Tim really wants is to kill Batman. He wants to kill the world’s greatest detective.
“Moriarty.” Tim answers finally, “You can call me Moriarty.”
Characters: Tim Drake
Rating: PG
Warnings: Just a little bit of violence. And crazy!Tim.
Word Count: 1, 200
Author's Notes: This is the start of the AU where that Jason/Tim porn came from. The idea came from phoenixofborg's brain and I ran with it.
Tim Drake is dead.
It was simple, really, to orchestrate and he’s a little disappointed in himself that he didn’t think of it sooner. After Janet and Jack died in Haiti, he was sent to orphanage. There were no other living relatives of the Drakes, so Tim would wait for a foster home, or be looked after by the State until he turned eighteen.
What it really meant, was that no one cared about Tim Drake anymore, that no one would mourn him when he died.
He didn’t even need a body, just left a fake suicide note for the carers to find and Tim Drake disappeared into the night. They’d search for a few days, maybe even a few weeks if the media drummed up enough interest, but eventually they’d find nothing and give up, and they’d assume Tim was successful in his suicide and that the body is lost among the many others in Gotham’s alleys and sewers.
Maybe Batman will notice, but then, he didn’t notice when Tim’s parents were kidnapped and ransomed so it seems unlikely that their child disappearing would warrant his attention. It hardly matters, even if he does notice, he won’t be able to find anything. Because there is no body.
Tim Drake smiles.
He turns on the tap and ducks his head under, washing out the peroxide. It stings his scalp, but changing his hair color is a quick and easy way to distance himself from Tim Drake, to make himself less recognizable if someone from his childhood sees him. He’ll get it cut too, when some of the media interest dies down and he stops having a panic attack every time someone’s gaze lingers on him for more than a few seconds.
He’s going to need money. He’d been slowly taking money out of his bank account, not enough to draw attention to himself, but he’d been stashing it away instead of spending it. So he’s not destitute, but he will be eventually. He knows he’ll probably need to rob a bank.
What he really needs is to find a way to kill the Batman.
-------------------------------------
Tim’s heard of her, Shiva Wusan, the Lady Shiva. She’s one of the top ranked martial artists in the world, though no one can say for sure who makes decisions about such rankings. Tim briefly considers approaching Richard Dragon, but he’s troubled by the connections that Dragon has with costumed vigilantes.
So he goes to Shiva.
It takes a lot of convincing before she takes him as a student, there are many conversations over tea and walks through the gardens as Tim explains his past, his motivations and his plans for the future.
"You want to kill the detective?" Shiva asks.
"Yes." Tim answers simply, because that's really all there is to it.
The first time they fight, Shiva beats him senseless.
He doesn’t even attempt to strike her, simply does his best to block her attacks. He fails, but when she looks him over and offers him a hand to help him stand, he doesn’t see disapproval in her eyes.
They don’t spar again for weeks, every morning Shiva leads Tim through katas and then has him fight against her other students. He improves, slowly but steadily, building on the martial arts and self defence classes he took in Gotham city before his parents had died.
Exactly a month later Tim faces Shiva in the courtyard again. He holds his own for ten minutes, not landing any of his own strikes but he doesn’t take that many from her either. She taunts him, mocking his inability to land a hit and he snaps because he’s trained so hard and he wants to show her what he’s learned. The kick he aims is poorly thought through and she strikes out easily against it, driving her arm into his stomach and sending him sprawling to the ground. He does see disappointment then.
“You let your anger control you,” Shiva tells him as she walks away, “Only a fool thinks anger will help him in a fight.”
He doesn’t react with anger again, even when she beats him the next five, ten, twenty times. But eventually he starts holding his own, managing to land blows that send Shiva reeling.
It’s almost a year later when he finally beats her.
“I’ve taught you all I can,” she says as she stands and bows to him.
Tim returns the bow. “Thank you, sensei.”
He takes his leave later that week, two of his fellow students choose to travel to Gotham with him to be his personal guards. Tim can’t pay them for their services yet, but he will.
-----------------------------
He’d expected that finding the Joker would be harder, but it seems that once you’re properly in the Gotham Underground, there are always connections and trails that can be followed. Tim follows them straight to the Joker’s hideout, an abandoned theme park down near the docks. He gives them the name ‘Tim Draper’ and says that he wants to work for the Joker. They pat him down but not very thoroughly, they’re over confident, looking at Tim like he’s some kid who doesn’t have an idea what he’s getting into.
Tim thinks it’s the opposite.
The Joker is as terrifying as Tim expected, his mouth pulled into a constant, maniacal grin that sends a shiver down Tim’s spine. But he doesn’t show any of that, he’s not going to let the Joker see him scared.
“You made a mistake.” Tim says quietly, flatly.
“Oh did I? And what mistake was that, kiddo?” The Joker laughs, of course he laughs, but Tim is already moving.
“You killed Robin.” In one swift movement, Tim pulls the small stiletto blade from where it was hidden near his hip and flick it open. He briefly registers the look of surprise on the Joker’s face before he slits the man’s throat.
As the Joker falls to the ground, Tim turns around to see six henchman pointing guns at him and shaking.
“Is he dead?” It’s one of the henchmen, and his voice is shaking as much as his hands are.
“Yes.” Tim answers, pulling out a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood off his knife, “Are you going to shoot me? I have no plans to hurt you.”
The man that spoke looks between Tim and the Joker, then slowly lowers his gun, “There’s no point, is there? Not like he’s gonna get mad at us for letting you go.”
“Clever man, I’d hate to have had to kill you as well.” Tim puts his knife away, and starts walking out of the building.
“Wh-who are you?” the henchman calls after him.
Tim stops, but doesn’t turn around. He mulls over the question in silence. He’s not Tim Drake, not Tim Draper, either and he can’t imagine making up some trite themed name and running around in a self-made costume. But he needs something to go by, something that tells people who he is. Because killing the Joker was something that needed to be done. What Tim really wants is to kill Batman. He wants to kill the world’s greatest detective.
“Moriarty.” Tim answers finally, “You can call me Moriarty.”