Burger Joint | T. Drake

Conflicted Confessions [Diabolical AU Part 7]

When I get stuck on my other stories, I write one-shots. So here's the part 7 of this Diabolical AU.

I hope you guys enjoy reading it.

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Jonathan couldn't possibly tell him everything outside so he hesitated but then asked if Tim would come into his apartment. He was expecting a refusal since the last time he had been there wasn't exactly pleasant. But he took the offer and followed him in.

He told Tim to sit while he went to the kitchen to brew coffee for both of them. But Tim didn't stay outside for long and came to the kitchen, perching up on the counter.

"I wasn't expecting you to come in," he spoke up at last.

"Why?"

Jonathan turned to look at him, finding his clear blue eyes locked on him. "I thought you would want to stay away from me."

"Well, you didn't leave me a choice. You and Miguel had already decided everything without even telling me about it," his lips had puckered into a petulant frown. "It was almost as if you kicked me out, and I didn't like it one bit."

The older man stared at him in disbelief. He was so taken aback that he didn't even notice the coffee on the stove until Tim rushed to take care of it.

"Doc, you should take a seat. I'll take care of the rest."

"No," he refused, taking out the cups himself, "Wait outside."

Tim opened his mouth to protest, but seeing his firm expression, he relented.

The coffee was ready so Jonathan poured it out into the cups, placing them on a tray as he went out to the living room with Tim in tow. The boy settled down on the couch while he took his usual spot in the armchair.

He was still cautious of anything he did that could trigger Tim, his eyes carefully observing him. He didn't want him to get hurt, especially not at his hands.

"I'm waiting," Tim remarked, his eyes focused on him intently.

"What for?"

"You have to tell me everything, remember?"

He took in a deep breath, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose where his specs usually rested. "It's a long story."

"I have all the time in the world," he shrugged, waiting for him to start.

The coffee in his cup was still hot, but he started drinking it, his eyes still not leaving Jonathan.

He had to tell him everything whether he wanted to or not. But he was hesitant because he had never before admitted the presence of a deadly alter within him who coerced him to do evil and took charge when he was too weak to have control of his body and face the situation.

Still, Tim was seated in front of him, staring at him expectantly. So he decided to start from the beginning—his childhood.

"My childhood was nothing interesting," he began softly, keeping himself calm and composed even though it was hard initially. "Although, like you, I also spent a lot of my time in a basement."

The sentence sparked Tim's curiosity, and he leaned closer to listen. "Was it like mine with a science lab?"

"No. It had stacks of hay, some paints, a counter, and cabinets full of farming tools."

"You lived on a farm?" He asked excitedly though none of that excitement could be seen reflected in Jonathan's features.

"Yes. I lived with my grandmother, and she had a farm."