S2 Episode 20: TimKon4Ever

╔════════════════════════════════════╗ ║ WELCOME TO THE ARTHUR-VERSE · S2 ║ ╚════════════════════════════════════╝ Arthur is a self-created author and storm god. He believes he created this world. The City of Owl’s Walk (O.W.) — inspired by Gotham City — has become self-aware… and calls herself Mother. Arthur became trapped inside the Hall of Memory: a vast museum lined with interactive paintings, each one representing a defining moment in Owl’s Walk’s history. Each painting is a memory. Each memory can be entered. Each memory carries consequences that defined the city. Arthur’s tether operator, Smokey Lois, is gone. The Hall still runs. The rules still hold. Arthur is now untethered inside Memory. Tim Drake is the Heart Pillar—witness and choice. He is not a blood heir, not a prophecy: he is a decision made human. Tim sees patterns, keeps evidence, and survives by naming what’s real. If anyone can pull a god back from a loop without breaking canon, it’s him. ──────────────────────────────────── RULES OF THE HALL OF MEMORY 🚫 Memories of O.W. must not be rewritten 🚫 Changing canon risks erasing the world 🚭 NO SMOKING 🚭 NO VAPING ✅ Orthodontic Benefits Available 🔢 RETRIEVAL PROTOCOL: THE COUNT MUST COMPLETE: 1 · 2 · 3 · 4 ──────────────────────────────────── 🪑🌅📁 EVIDENCE PLACARD · BENCH RECOVERED · COUNT RESUMES 📁🌅🪑 ──────────────────────────────────── Tim runs 1.34 miles to the cliffside bench and finds the carved heart on the backrest. It reads “TimKon4Ever,” and it hits him in the chest before it hits his brain. He stares at it, recognizes it as his, and then the other part clicks right behind it. This isn’t random. This is Arthur. Tim pulls out a blue Post-it, writes “Evidence #4,” and sticks it next to the heart like he’s trying to keep his hands steady by giving them a job. Then he lays out what he brought, like a case on a table. The mug. The file. The rope. He breathes. He counts, because begging won’t open anything in this place. Structure will. The count works, and Arthur answers. He shows up looking mortal first, in medic gear, tired eyes, shaking like he’s been holding himself together by sheer stubbornness. Tim holds him anyway. Then the mug starts doing something to Arthur. He goes blank for a beat, like he loses time, like his focus slips off the room and doesn’t come back clean. His eyes shift, red coming up under the surface, and Tim steps in front of the mug and forces the question. Arthur says Mother caged him. Stars stitch his coat back onto him like armor, and the medic disappears. Tim gets one second to say “wait” before Arthur is gone, headed straight for war. ──────────────────────────────────── 🪑🔥🏙️ THREAT UPDATE · MOTHER NAMED · RETRIBUTION IN MOTION 🏙️🔥🪑 [intro: slow sparse, 3/4 time] I count the miles till bench is near One point three four ’til it’s clear My brain keeps time mid breath, mid heat One point three four till bench and concrete meet [short piano instrumental] [verse 1: tempo increases] The bench is here; it fits too well That perfect certainty feels like hell I slow my steps, I keep them light Not taking chances, not tonight My fingers trace the weathered grain This bench feels kept; it chose to remain [verse 2: build up] That carved-in heart pulls my chest tight It drags up things I won’t go fight Then letters bite: Timkon forever Not cute, still clues that lock together That circus medic, boots and gear My gut says now, “he’s been right here” Not some weird fan, not some new stunt It was him back then—up in front [refrain] Uh woah uh woah [verse 3] I set the bag down, slow and neat Mug, file, rope, they finally meet I stick that Post-it on gouged wood Evidence number four: “he carved it good” I draw a breath and set my score “One, two, three, four”—that’s the door The air turns heavy, thick and near I don’t look back; I hold my fear [bridge 1: build up] [whispered] “I know who you are.” I say it low to keep it down “I know you, Arthur”—not here to clown Smoke curls and grins in thin, pale mist Behind me: “Tim… Tim,” a voice insists [refrain] Uh woah uh woah [verse 4] I turn—no starry coat, just medic wear No burning gaze—just tired eyes right there I try one word, “Hey…” I keep it small He stumbles in; my walls just fall He collapsed; my breath got took I hold him while his whole frame shook He says “I had faith, I stayed alone.” I tease, then tell him: “you’re still known.” I nod at the file, then mug and rope He taps that heart, says love gave him hope. [bridge 2: echo, reverb, glitch, electronica, edm] I lift Conner’s mug: “How’d it crack?” He says “I fixed it,” his eyes go slack He stares at the gold like it’s a sign Says “I made it whole”—then loses time His eyes go far like he’s not here His breath skips once and the room feels weird [refrain] Uh woah uh woah [verse 5] I move in front and block the view “’Kay. Be frank.”—“what’s wrong with you?” He vapes “not going back uh Gain” His eyes go red; the air’s under strain [refrain] Uh woah uh woah [outro: EPIC] I ask who caged him; he says, Mother Not marble law, but the hunger under Stars now stitch his coat; it turns to night His shoulders set like he chose a fight The medic’s gone; his eyes ignite I say “No, wait,” then he’s out of sight Carved heart, sour apple, hard proof The bench creaks under all that truth [whisper] I lower my arm; the street goes still He went to make her pay—he will [refrain] Uh woah uh woah