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It was supposed to be a normal, non-violent day. That was why Tim decided to join the White Collar after all. Yet here he was, body unwillingly being pressed against a raison of a man.
Ra’s pulled him close as he placed his thumb possessively over Tim’s lips. “Who will you call, Beloved? Hum?” He continued to roughly run his thumb over Tim’s lips. “Who will answer your desperate plea? The Detective? Who so blatantly ignored you since the first day, the one person who believed you to be a replacement? Or maybe your dearest beloved older brother, who chose my treacherous grandson so swiftly over you in every instance? Or that dearest Butler that turned a blind eye to the abuse handed solely to you? Hum? Who will you call?” Ra’s towered over Tim as he mocked the ex-vigilante, “Who will you turn to? certainly not that murdering crime lord who returned exclusively to harm you? What about those little Titans that threw you away, turned their backs on you for the approval of their mentors? Oh, my little bird, there is no one left to turn to who would not first harm you more than I?”
Tim continues to stare beyond Ra’s into a place he liked to return to when the world was not safe. A place of his mind that no one knew. It had been growing for years but took a turn for the worse after that Incident.
“Come now, Beloved,” The immortal purred, “I will care for you better than any of that supposed family.” Tim’s skin began to crawl, itch like he wanted to burn off his skin, just as it became unbearable, everything clicked. The world seemed to grow darker, heavier as Tim blinked at let it all fall down.
“You are right,” The voice was quite at it cracked and scratched against Tim’s throat. Oh, how he had forgotten what it felt like. Like relief and terror, like tipping over a roof and the wind roars, his stomach flops. For a moment he hangs, flying yet falling. It is far to addicting.
“Now Belove-“ Ras jerked back, “What did you say?” The man could hardly believe what he heard.
“You are right.” Tim turned cold eyes on to the older man, “My supposed family will not come for me. But there is something you do not know.” It was Tim’s turn to smirk, his blues eyes turned sickly green as he leaned just a little more into the immortal.
“They are not the family I will call.”
Ras pulled back, his face contorting into an ugly snarl.
“I suggest Ras, that you run because that is all you can do now.” Tim grinned, sharp canine flashing as he invaded the assassin kings’ space again. “So run little man and pray you can find a green pit of poison left to bath your soul with, for there are not many left.” Tim knew his skin had turned pasty, ashen as his eye glowed. “You should be proud of yourself, Demon Head, you just crossed a line that let me out.”
Snarling and snapping, the man fled the room.
Sighing, Tim came back to himself, pulling on the mask of Neal Caffery as he turned back to the FBI agents huddled behind him.
‘god, how was this my day?’ Tim thought as he looked over the unhurt yet traumatized agents.
“Suits,” Tim smiled in the Caffery way hiding his shaking hands. But god did it feel so good to let go.
An invisible hand curled around Tim being him close as red lips cracked too wide, “But wasn’t it just so fun?” A demon of his own whispered. And Tim mentally hissed back a yes to JJ.