Itarobattemon the Ninja

jcolney:

For Queenofthefluff <3 Demon Ra’s and Tim. Yes this will be continued. But I need time to plot. Insert evil laugh.

To Death

The boy was beautiful. Too beautiful for the human world. So perfect looking he was made to be Ra’s. The demon lord had been watching the child since age four. It had been so hard watching his little doll grow older through the years but at sixteen he was a vision. That his doll was brilliant was also advantageous.

He belonged with Ra’s for all eternity. And the demon lord would have him. He had a right to the boy.

The child’s parents had died, very recently in such a sad accident, and they had happily sold their only child in hopes of not being tortured for all eternity. Now all he was required was to ensure that the boy passed on.

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The Wayne’s had been kind enough to take Tim in after his parents murder, for which he was quite grateful, it really was quite nice having people worried about him. So new and different but now… Tim felt so horribly guilty now.

He had gotten sick only a few days after the death of his parents. Now he was bed ridden, reduced to relying on the Wayne’s for help in everything. The Doctors hadn’t found anything wrong, no reason at all for Tim to slowly waste away with every passing hour.

Tim glanced at the mirror, his pale skin showing all the delicate blue veins running under his skin, eyes huge and bruised purple. It was nearly two months since the day Tim first fell ill. With all his energy sapped simply by waking up and moving his eyes, Tim was reduced to a fragile doll lying amidst the fluffy pillows and warm sheets.

When Dick came in to check on the small teenager, he was fast asleep again, and that’s how he left his adopted little brother.

All alone and helpless.

Just how Ra’s wanted him.

The demon lord loomed over his consort’s bed, shrouded in shadows, watching the young man breath slowly. The demon could hear the boy’s heart shuddering with each beat to push blood through the failing body. The child was beautiful as he lay dying.

Ra’s had laughed and gloated the two months the humans had tried so hard to find out what wrong with the boy. Such desperate measures taken to try and stave off death a few more days. However Ra’s had tired of waiting the boy had been sold to him he not further need to wait.

It was in silence and darkness that Ra’s leaned over the limp puppet body on the bed. A frozen hand cupped the bloodless cheek, smug laughter echoing through the room as the boy turned into his touch, clawed fingernail rubbing at the dark bruise under the hidden eye.

Ra’s lifted the boy up, one hand behind the delicate neck, holding him in place as the demon pressed dead lips to the boys. There was no one to witness as Timothy’s body rose up as the power called his soul.

No one came as Ra’s let the corpse fall back to the bed, pale blue light leaving Timothy’s mouth as his body sighed out the last breath, the body turning cold the second Ra’s released it. Ra’s held up glass orb, so beautiful and delicate like the child, pressing his lips against it and releasing.

The orb glowed as Timothy’s soul found its final resting place.

At Ra’s side.

that. is. amazing. ineedmore.