Reacting
Based off this headcanon.
Tim couldn't help but look disgusted and horrified. Oh, he knew about it, all right, but that still didn't prepared him. And he was walking closer, hips swaying with more purpose and ease than he should have been be capable of doing. When it happened so recently.
"I did not expect you to find me so quickly. I underestimated your fondness for my grandson."
The voice was soft, lilting and normally right coming from Talia, but this wasn't Talia. It was Ra's, Ra's in her body, and Tim just felt sick. Knew that if he was sick, Damian, sicker.
"Who says it is out of fondness?"
It wasn't. More that Tim saw the effect on Damian, to know his mother has been disgraced and desecrated so. More that he knew the loss of a parent and knew that...
The hand came closer, and with ease Tim subdued him in a hold, pressing Talia's body to the ground, and had a start when nimble fingers, slender and long traced his face.
"Don't touch me," Tim said. The fingers stopped but stayed on his face, a quiet weight. And Ra's laughed her laugh, corrupting and twisting the sound in his own odd way.
"Detective, will you not think of joining me?"
And Tim was appalled to feel the shift of her legs beneath his, teasing, sliding and this was Damian's mother, Talia, and it was Ra's. He pressed her body down harder, praying that he would be forgiven for any damage.
"I will not," Tim said. "This is disgusting."
"But you react," and Tim was reacting.
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