THE TIMELINE RESETS
“A fault… In the system.”
“He isn’t at fault, Ymir.”
“Know your place, Genesis, or I’ll have your memories stripped as well.”
“You can’t do this! This goes against the laws of the universe. You’re playing a dangerous game-”
“Have you forgotten that I am the law?!”
“… He has children. A family..”
“Which breaks his timeline. It worsens. One more out of step and you will join him, forgetting everyone you love on this good for nothing earth.”
“… But he is the one I love.”
Gotham City.
Patrol was measly today. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Crime Alley was chaotic as usual, East End somehow had a chicken frenzy (no idea how that happened) and the streets were empty as usual. What was strange was Signal’s late night appearance, but the man must’ve been missing out the fun in the mornings, so…
Appearance of the city was fine. My appearance? Not so much. I never knew exactly when I decided to grow out my hair and dye the front, or change my costume to include a jacket. Neither did I decide to get a star across my eye and dots under my other eye, as well as getting contacts. They didn’t feel like contacts, though, just made my eyes brighter.
Something else changed. The pictures in my apartment were different. It wasn’t Bruce or the Bats, even though the Flying Graysons poster was still up. I found a weird framed photo besides my bed when I returned from patrol.
There were two children, one with brown hair and owl wings, dressed in a blue sweater. The other had white hair and purple clothing. A teenage girl in a teal and purple costume stood besides another middle aged man, somewhere between his 50s. I was in there too, long hair and blue shirt, next to another guy. He had long hair, fashioned in a braid. Purple and yellow was his color scheme. Two others (who I assume were twins) clad in red and green stood next to the children. What was weird…
I couldn’t remember who they are. Or were…
I took a look at their faces. Who were they to me? How come I don’t remember them? I had no memory, or even the slightest idea of who, what, why and when they were… Well, appeared?
My apartment doesn’t even look the same. More pictures, more framed up certificates? But I was a drop-out. Nothing much about Bruce, and Tim had dyed his hair? I missed so much… What happened? Where was I when this occurred?
I took a look at the photos with the people I didn’t recognize. A woman with an owl. A young boy who signed the frame ‘Swift’. A red head reporter called Dottie. A set of triplets in their 20s, each green, blue and pink. A snowman, with a woman holding a knife. Roy even went through changes.
I was also thoroughly surprised at the Court of Owls mask that was mounted on my wall, along with my sword and a picture of me in my COO uniform. I thought I had thrown everything out…
Next to my bed were more photos, but this was centered around the same man from earlier; purple and yellow colour scheme. He had wings under his eyes, and I was in the picture with him. Who was he to me? A lover? A good friend? Someone dearest?
I shook my head. I don’t know him.
With some time on my hands, I decided to crop my hair. The long hair style was growing on me, I admit, but back to my short hair it is. I kept the dyed front, hoping my roots would grow out. I had barely finished when there was a tap at my door.
I opened it and almost jumped. Slade fucking Wilson. But… No fear, no knife, no-
He took a step, and I immediately stepped back. “Woah, woah, woah. I don’t know what’s your deal, Wilson. One more step and I am not afraid to throw you off the stairs.”
Wilson titled his head in amusement. “You can’t. Besides, what’s gotten into you?”
“What’s gotten into me? Last I remembered, you threatened my team and forced me to study under you.”
Then he became serious. “What are you talking about, Dick-”
“Nah uh. We’re not on first name basis.” I was freaking out.
“Son, wha-”
“DO NOT…” I almost punched him. He didn’t flinch, he didn’t move away. Like he was waiting to be punched. “Do not call me son. I’m not and never will be your son, Wilson.”
The old man raised an eyebrow. I swore he was tearing up, but he left without a word. I closed the door, then fell to my couch. What was he doing around my apartment? Slade visiting with no plan of assassinating me? Who were the people in the picture? What did he mean by 'son’?
I… I’m not his son.
WOOOOOOHOOOOO
//HAPPY FATHERS DAY AND LATE PRIDE
Holy shit the timing-
Unfortunately not realiving myself cause TUMBLR is not unblocked and I only have 20 minutes on the website.
Posting though. Improvement.
Angsty.
I’ve had the idea of resetting Dick’s memories for a long time, and I finally found the motivation to post and prep a draft. Started writing a version in school and realized it was Father’s Day, cause originally it was gonna be one of the children at the door but nooooo it’s gonna be SLADE!!!! Poor man. I originally wanted it to be Dick’s birthday too, but I prefer to follow real time dates.
Update of my life - school? Sucks. Home? Sucks. Relationship? Great. I have insta. My Discord and TUMBLR are still blocked by parental controls, so im a sitting duck.
I do control Stranger and Screech’s blogs, as well as Eo, since my friend can’t contribute. Since I’ve heard my ask box has been filling, I will be answering once I have the allowance to my dad’s PC. I’m sorry again for not being active the past few weeks. Family, school and time issues have been keeping me from posting. You have the right to be angry at me. Sorry again.
My regards to Sage, Ash, Goose, Roy mun, Viv mun and a couple others that have been my friends for a long time. This isn’t a goodbye, only a see you later.
Ollie here, and I am not throwing away my shot. Signing out.
