Fics like all the jokers dressing up as kings

... “Well, if it’s that importan’ puddin’, it was way back, when the angry one was still Robin. We’d just gotten out and a boy literally tripped over ‘r way. And Joker, he really wannted ta keep him, so we did. ‘was a real slip of a boy too. I think his name mighta been Timmy once, but Joker really wanted a son, so we just- ya know. In any case, he escaped, was a real smart one too— used a plastic fork and some tape. I never looked for him, figured he’da had enough of me, but if ya do find him, tell him ‘m sorry.“ Tim froze. Go figure she’d remember his stupid name years down the line. His hands were shaking. Damian had turned to look at Tim, eyes as big as saucer pans. Yeah, there was no way he could convince them that wasn’t him. Absently, he rubbed at the make-up concealing his scars. They’d paled further with age, but Tim could tell they were there anyway. “RR, stay exactly where you are. Robin, use force if needed.“ or: an unfortunate run-in with the Joker leads to Damian asking questions. Questions Tim really wishes he wouldn't ask. DAY 24: I'VE GOT A HEAD FULL OF CHEMICALS; MOUTH FULL OF RIDICULE / NEGLECT

Fics like all the jokers dressing up as kings

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