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“What do you have here?” Hood asks, having pushed through the crowd to stand in front of Tim, studying him from where he towers over him. Hood sounds amused, and that immediately dashes any hopes Tim has of this being an undercover mission to infiltrate or whatever and not him dealing with traffickers and happening upon Tim in the most disadvantaged situation possible. Asshole number one grins. Even though Hood’s helmet turns away to look at him, Tim can’t rip his eyes away. Can’t even blink. “Red Hood! Didn’ know you were gonna show up. That right there is a surprise. As soon as the Big Guy gets here, we’re gonna tell everybody about it.” “A surprise, huh?” Hood drawls. The way the helmet puts an edge on his voice is just as horrifying as it was a few months ago. That voice echoes in the nightmares that keeps Tim awake and shaking at night. “What’s the deal?” He shifts closer. “Woah, don’ touch the merchandise yet, there, buddy.” Number one protests. Tim feels cold wash over him at the word. Merchandise. That heavily implies he’s being sold. Hood catches onto the word as well. “Merchandise?” He questions, an interested lilt decorating the last syllable. Fuck.

Fics like screw you, jake

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