Fic: Twisted Truths.
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munninPrompt: DCU; Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd; Twisted truths
Rating: PG-13 - My but Bernard swears a lot... Warning – bad language
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: Bernard has the wrong end of the stick and is running with it. Comment fic prompt
From the digital diary of Bernard Dowd.
Entry – September 4th - Lunchtime
There’s something about Tim Drake I can’t figure. He’s cool, smart and capable in ways I’d never have imagined...
And yet – so private, so... I don’t want to use the word shy cause that’s not it. It’s like he’s holding something back, keeping something hidden.
Tim Drake is hiding something and I need to know what it is. As his best and only friend and keeper of all cool – I must know.
Entry – September 17th - evening
What is it with Drake and gym class? The boy is buff even if he is little. It’s not like he lacks for muscle... or grace. The day that meathead jerk Durram intentionally knocked the support out from under the gymnastic equipment and the whole thing came crashing down – I’ve never seen someone move like that. Tim fell like a cat, perfectly sure he’d land on his feet, dodging every bit of bar and shit that should have skewered him like a shish kebab.
So why is he such a klutz the rest of the time?
Is he really klutz the rest of the time?
Gotta watch Drake closer.
Entry – October 13th - lunchtime
holy fuck.
Holy fuck.
Holy Fuck.
Stalked Drake into the lockers today. He always gets changed early or somewhere else before gym. I thought maybe he was weird about other guys seeing him naked or something but never thought...
Scars. All over the fucking place. Burns too. What looked like a bullet hole on his shoulder.
Holy Fuck. How the fuck? Who the fuck? What the fuck?
He didn’t see me but I saw him...
Holy Fuck. What do I do?
Entry – October 14th - evening
Saw Drake talking to some guy on a motorbike outside the school. Dude didn’t take his helmet off so I didn’t get a clear look at him but Drake’s body language was...weird. Ok, I’m used to his body language being weird but this was something else – it was like he was pleased but pissed all at the same time. Like he was scared but not. Can’t imagine Drake being scared but the way he reacted to this guy. ‘Specially when the dude touched Tim’s chin like...
Like he wanted something...
Something wrong...
Not good.
Entry – October 17th - evening
Drake’s been missing school. Haven’t seen him since that day with the guy on the bike...
Worried as all hell. Teachers won’t tell me shit and he’s not answering his phone.
Really fucking worrying.
Entry – October 21st - morning
Still no Drake. Worried!
Entry – October 22nd - evening
Drake turned up back at school today. Said its fine. Said it was family stuff but...
He’s limping.
And favouring his left side.
And has, what looks like, a healing black eye.
And got massively skittish and defensive when I touched his arm at lunch. I was talking but he was staring off into space like...like he was a long way away. Tried to get his attention and the way he moved...the way he flinched.
Like I burned him or something.
What the fuck? What do I do?
Entry – October 23rd - evening
Been thinking.
What if Tim’s involved in something bad? Something dangerous? Something to do with that guy?
Gangs? Drugs? Doesn’t seem like the sort of thing Tim’d be into. Some days he’s so straight you could...
Oh fuck! What if it’s a sex thing? That’s not a good thought but...
What if...
That guy. If he’s hurting Tim I’ll...
Oh fuck...if Tim’s letting him...if Tim’s into that sort of shit...can’t be right, not messing him up that bad. I’m all for a bit of kink but that’s not ok...
Note to self - Started reading up on intervention type stuff. Not even sure where to start...
Entry – October 24th – lunchtime
Saw the guy again, helmet off this time. He’s handsome in a kinda creepy, if you like that sort of this way – thin and tall, longish black hair. Graceful too, like a dancer but in a predatorily kinda way.
Managed to steer Drake the other way. Don’t think Tim saw him but the guy saw me, saw me protect Tim.
Still don’t know what’s going on but I won’t let him hurt Tim. Never again.
Entry – October 24th – evening
Oh Fuck!
Tim went AWOL after lunch. I peaked out, searched everywhere.
Found him down an alley a couple of blocks from the school.
The guy had him backed against the bike...Tim’s shirt was all rucked up, his hair was a mess.
Drake’s hair is NEVER a mess. Never ever.
He looked pissed but not scared. The guy was running his hands over Drake’s chest, almost like he was worried, like he was sorry.
But fuck! The bruises! Tim’s whole left side was black and yellow.
But the way the guy touched him...kissed him...like...Really not ok to be turned on by that.
Don’t know what to do. Really don’t know what to do.
Comm. transmission record - Batcomputer back-up.
Oracle – Your friend is worrying Robin. You should talk to him.
Robin – And tell him what O? That I’m not in some freaky BDSM relationship with N?
Nightwing – Be a pity to lie to him :)
Robin – Back off N! This is your fault for coming near the school.
Nightwing – Hey I was worried ok? You took a real beating that night. Three broken ribs isn’t something you can shake off so easy.
Robin – I’m fine! Really! Just please don’t came past the school again.
Nightwing – But I could talk to your friend for you?
Robin –Don’t you dare! I’ll handle it.
Nightwing – Make it soon Babybird. Before he tries to deck me one :)
Oracle – Like you wouldn’t deserve it N! I’ve a mind to deck you myself for how much you’ve freaked this kid out!
Oracle – I don’t know how to advise you Littlewing but he sounds like a good guy and he clearly cares about you. A friend like that is worth keeping. I know you'll work something out.
Robin – Thanks O. R out.