"Fragmentum" isn't done. This is just another thing for me to write. I love blind characters. Also, if I'm not getting blindness right, I apologizeeee. I don't actually know all that many blind people. I'm sorry. But, I hope you like it! Enjoy~

His eyes burn. Tim touches his face, trying to feel for the acid burn. He can feel it healing under his fingertips. It quick acting, fast healing, and only attacks vulnerable tissues. It burns skin but fades... He touches the area under his eyes and the last of the acid burns disappear.

"Tim!" Tim turns toward the voice, but blackness meets his sight.

"Dick?"

"I called him," Jason's voice sounds much closer. Tim's having issues remembering what had happened, how he ended up here. He was heading to Jason's. It wasn't anything special. It was a sort of second date. They wouldn't be meeting up after alternate patrols, like the first one. It had been planned as a date between Timothy Drake-Wayne and Jason Todd.

Tim had been really excited.

"Tim, what happened?"

"I was walking to Jason's," he says. He points in the direction he thinks Jason's apartment is. "But, I guess someone... saw me? I got hit with some really quick healing acid. So it wasn't someone normal. I don't know who. I wasn't focusing. I should have been. I—"

"Ugh, just... shut the fuck up, Tim." Jason. He looks to where Jason should be. "It's my... Ugh. Should have come to get you, or something. Shit."

Tim sighs, rubs his eyes and blinks, looking around.

"It's not your fault, don't yell at me." He tries to find Dick. God, this acid should be wearing off, right?

It only attacks vulnerable tissues.

He rubs at his eyes again, shuts his eyes tightly, and opens them again.

He makes a choked noise that he tries to squeeze off before its birth. It doesn't work. Not even a little bit. He shuts his eyes again, opens them.

"Tim?" Dick and Jason at the same time. But he can't see them.

"I can't," he rubs his eyes, his voice rising, "I can't see. I can't see. My eyesight—my eyesight isn't coming back! I can't see! Dick, I can't see, I can't see!" He knows he's freaking out. He knows it. He thinks those are Jason's hands on his shoulders, but he can't tell because he cannot see who is touching him.

Red Robin is useless if he cannot see. Tim is useless without his sight. He cannot see a computer screen. He cannot... he can't do anything.

He can't go on patrol. He can't jump from building to building.

I can't see Jason.

He covers his face with his hands and curses. He didn't know this guy with the acid. Had never seen him before in, any database anywhere.

God, I was going to... I don't know, kiss him tonight or something.

"Tim," Dick's talking quietly, soothingly, like he did when he fired Tim. He wishes Dick would stop. "Tim, do you remember anything in particular about the person...?"

"No," he snaps and it sounds really mean. He feels awful, but doesn't take it back. "I... I want to go home." He rubs his eyes again, hoping it will help. He doesn't. Tim stands to start walking. He thinks he can get home blind. He told himself he could many times.

He thought hearing was supposed to get better when one was blind. But he didn't hear Jason as he walked up behind him and grabbed his wrist.

"I think you should... come with me. Since, you know..."

"No," he sounds so mean. Stop it Tim. "No... thanks. I—Just. Take me to my apartment. I can navigate that blind, I assure you." He knows Jason wants to argue. He hears him say "fucking stubborn" undder his breath.

Pot and kettle, Jason.

But Jason complies.

When Tim is home and after Jason is gone, he tries to move to his bedroom.

He trips over the coffee table (only managing to save himself by a back handspring that Dick taught him).

But he won't call Dick and he won't call Jason.

He hopes to have his sight back in the morning.

By the way, the title means "Blind" in Latin. :D