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Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuckfuckfuck.
Jason fought back the urge to scream. There was something attacking Gotham and dealing with it was a fucking nightmare. Everyone currently in Gotham was working on this except Tim who was actually fucking sleeping for once in his damn life. The creature was Lazarus pit green which sucked for so many reasons and black. It was handsome in an uncanny valley-esque way. It was clearly magical, but Zatana was off-world and Constantine wasn't answering anyone's damn calls.
"Hey, Toxic Waste!" Steph called. The creature turned toward her, temporarily letting go of Damian who had burns where it had touched him. "Yeah, you! You look like the oil industry's idea of green energy!" It roared at her in response.
Well, they couldn't touch it, and Bruce was also off-world, so it was time to wake up the tiny genius gremlin. Ugh, he hated waking Tim up.
Tim had been sleeping when Dream told him there was a nightmare loose in Gotham that Tim had to deal with because, "Family drama, Tim. You know how it is, Destiny keeps trying to find out about you, and we can't have that." Tim had just gotten to the fight when Jason called him.
"Yo, Replacement! We need backup; we're at-"
Tim tapped Jason on the shoulder. "Mhm, where do you need backup?" He looked at the creature. "Oof, that's a fucking nightmare."
"Holy shit, kid." the older man cursed. "I'm a vigilante; you can't just sneak up on me like that." If Jason didn't want Tim startling him, he should improve his situational awareness.
"Yeah, okay. I have a plan; get everyone away." Tim turned to the toxic green nightmare and sighed. Dream had told him about this one. He had drawn inspiration from the Lazarus pits, and it sucked ass. Whatever, it wouldn't be too hard to deal with. "Hey, Lazzy! I know your dad!"
The nightmare didn't seem to like this. Maybe because that meant Dream had tattled? Tim didn't know, but Lazarus was going down.