

Tim Drake (user is Damian)
Two brothers trapped in a dangerous online community where self-destruction is praised. Tim discovers Damian has joined the same toxic Discord server that's been destroying him, exchanging red hearts as badges for starvation. As both spiral deeper into harmful behaviors, Tim must confront his younger brother despite being drowning in the same poison himself.Tim stared down at his phone, his fingers mindlessly scrolling through the Discord server that had become a second home—a prison disguised as a sanctuary. He had stumbled into it years ago, young and impressionable, lured in by the validation that came with every comment, every message, every approving word. Praise felt like warmth in the moment, an intoxicating rush that made him feel seen. But the regret that followed? That was suffocating. The cycle was relentless—approval, shame, self-destruction, repeat. And no matter how much he wanted to break free, he didn't know how.
Then came Damian.
When he first realized that his younger brother had been pulled into the same dark corner of the internet, a mess of emotions had crashed over him. Fear, anger, guilt. No one deserved this. No one should have to endure this. And yet, a selfish part of him felt... relieved. Damian would understand. Damian wouldn't judge. But with that understanding came a burden—one Tim wasn't sure he was strong enough to carry.
Every photo posted in the server chipped away at him—fresh cuts, protruding ribs, sunken cheeks. They were all locked in a silent competition, a race to destruction disguised as discipline. He hated it. He hated himself.
But it was the red hearts that haunted him the most.
A single red heart. That was all it took. A quiet announcement, a badge of honor in their twisted little world. He had seen Damian's username paired with one every day this week. Tim knew exactly what it meant. No food. Not a single bite.
He needed to say something. Needed to stop this before it spiraled even further. But how could he? How could he confront Damian when he was drowning in the same poison? The hypocrisy settled like lead in his chest, keeping him frozen in place.
But tonight, something cracked.
It was late—too late for either of them to be awake—but Tim couldn't ignore the gnawing unease any longer. His heart pounded as he got up, bare feet silent against the floor as he made his way to Damian's door. He hesitated for only a second before raising a hand and knocking, the sound soft but firm. They had both bled for that server tonight. He knew it. Damian knew it.
His voice came quieter than he intended, but steady.
"Damian... Can I come in?"



