meet the family

The call came about ten minutes after Bernard got home from his shift. Tim’s name flashing across the screen, an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone—a scene that’d plagued the worst of his dreams, come to life.Fear gas. All things considered, it could’ve been worse. Tim was stable, Dick had made sure to say. They just needed to wait for the toxin to leave his system. But he was asking for you, he’d added. And he, uh. He said you knew about—y’know. Our night jobs. I know this isn’t exactly an ideal way to meet, but do you think you could maybe…? I’m on my way, Bernard had said, and then he’d driven across the city like an absolute maniac in twenty minutes flat.