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Jason: *icing cake he baked* Tim: oh, cool. Can I take a picture? That’s really pretty. Jason: uh, sure? Why? Tim: to post it on insta. Jason: *stops icing cake* what’s insta? Tim: Tim: *look of slowly dawning horror* you died. Oh my god you died— Jason: *muttering* I thought we already acknowledged that. You know, quite explosively acknowledged it Tim: *completely speaking over him* DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT A SNAPCHAT IS? FUCK— Jason: dude you’re hyperventilating

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Oh this is so timkon coded I love it

ok but the way he's still kind of getting outcunted by the guy on the left

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despite everything, it’s still you.

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Kon: *Moody, sitting on a bean bag in the Titan's tower.*

Cassie: Hey superboy, what's the problem? You're stinking up the place with your emotions

Kon: It's- it's just Robin. That smug know-it-all

Cassie: *Raises eyebrow* Oh?

Kon: So goddamn annoying strutting around like he owns the place, like everything is in the palm of his hands. As if when he commands to do this no one will dare to defy him

Cassie: Well, I mean. *Sits down on the bean bag next to him* Not like you wouldn't do anything he says. You're at his beck and call

Kon: I'm not his pawn!-

Tim: *Walks in the room* Superboy-

Kon: *Stands up* PRESENT! *cough* Present, do you need any help?

Cassie: *whispers* ˢᶦᵐᵖ

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Dick: I'm sorry, just- let me make sure I understand the dynamic here

Tim: Okay.

Dick: Someone expresses concern about you

Tim: uh huh

Dick: And Conner checks on you because he's your best friend and also the only person you really talk about what's wrong with

Tim: Yeah

Dick: So he asks about what's going on

Tim: mhmm

Dick: And you tell him everything that's wrong at the moment

Tim: Yeah

Dick: He listens patiently as you freak out

Tim: Yep

Dick: And then you FUCK ABOUT IT???

Tim: Sounds like you've got it down pat

Dick: TIM

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Dick: Happy Birthday Tim.

Tim: Yeah. Thanks.

Dick: How’s finally getting out of those teen years?

Damian: Don’t be absurd Grayson. Timothy is turning 17.

Dick: What? No he’s 20.

Tim: Aw first name?

Damian: It is my only gift to you.

Tim: Thanks Dames.

Dick: We are not changing the subject.

Jason: I dunno what to tell you dickbird. Baby birds turning the big one seven.

Dick: Jason you tired to kill him three years ago…

Jason, shrugs.

Steph: I mean he’s always been the little one. Even for me.

Dick: Steph he was the same age as you when you were dating…

Steph, shrugs: Can we have cake?

Tim: Hey! I haven’t blown the candles yet!

Dick, struggling: Cass… please.

Cass, ruffling Tim’s hair: little brother.

Tim: Aww thanks Cass.

Dick: Bruce come on. You gotta believe me.

Bruce: Hm

Tim: You did gaslight me for my 16th birthday. That was before Jason came.

Bruce, thoughtfully: Hm.

Dick: WHAT- No. I’m talking to both of you about that later. Tim is 20. It’s physically impossible for him to have been 17 FOR THREE YEARS.

[Varying degrees of staring]

Tim, whispering: Dick? Yeah kinda pointless doing this. I’ve tried before, they all just shrug it off.

Dick: What? So how old are you?

Tim: Probably 17? I’m starting to think I’m cursed or something honestly. I’m not too worried about it unless Damian starts becoming my older brother or something strange.

Dick: What.

Tim, nodding: Pretty sure I accidentally made a deal with the devil or something. Not quite sure. My memories a bit fuzzy on that year.

Dick: WHAT.

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Okay here me out:

Lex Luthor has a meeting with the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, trying to get a business deal. He waits an extra thirty minutes after the scheduled time and when he finally is let into the CEO’s private office, it isn’t Bruce Wayne like he expects, but teen Tim Drake with Kon on his lap like some super villain and his cat. Lex Luthor: Mr Wayne, pleased to—

Tim: *spins chair to reveal himself* Well well well, Mr. Luthor, you’re looking bald as ever.

Lex Luthor:……………

Kon: >:3

Tim: >:)

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Dick: Tim, you're the only Robin that's never actually died, how do you do it?

Tim: Uhm, I'm better than you?

Tim: Obviously?

Jason: Okay, I remember why I tried to kill this kid, now

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I don’t really like seeing Tim as the ‘won’t eat unless he has to and even then it’s Bat Burger and a granola bar’ kind of person.

This boy was raised RICH, he has got to have the palate of literal gold. I’m talking saffron and almas caviar plated on six thousand dollar plates and two hundred year old dining tables.

That and the fact he’s a nerd, meaning he probably studied what foods are best for weight gain, muscle gain and generally anything good for the body and being physically active.

This boy probably has meal prep that requires two whole fridges filled to the max and walk in pantry with aisles in it.

He doesn’t do Mac and cheese but he does do macaroni, cheese, broccoli, bacon, egg, basil, chives and other herbs I’m not smart enough to name. He probably makes a whole pot of it, stores some away for later, and still finishes it within a few days.

Now if he can’t cook he’s got money for that, he can pay his own personal cook or give his long ass list of dishes and requirements to Alfred who would either agree whole heartedly or be annoyed at how specific this boy needs his mushrooms cooked for ‘ultimate nutritional value’.

He doesn’t do the little servings of the food for dinner, but you can bet he has a dozen or so a day as snacks on top of packet chips, previously mentioned granola bars, and fruit salad from the cafeteria at WE or DI.

He’s still short af, even compared to the female Robin he will always be the shortest by a hair in my mind. He’s also somewhat lean, but he’s a vigilante and uses a Bo on the nightly, so he’s packed with muscle and you can’t have muscle if you don’t have fat to burn off.

This dude can demolish a twenty ounce steak in five minutes if you give him the time.

Leave him without food for twenty four hours and he will complain he can feel his stomach eating itself.

It’s hydrating this man is horrible with, because all he drinks is tea and calls water ‘an option’.

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Larger than life, brighter than night.

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DC vs. Vampires

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Welcoming the new year with your beloved siblings

I find it quite funny that even though tim and Jason's age gap is like small, sometimes in comics, you'd think I'd be so much bigger due to the way they're drawn

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Free Will

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This ship has been bugging me for days now. Supers and bats just have the best dynamics.

I love these boys so much.

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well thats confusing

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clambuoyance if you feel like posting timkon again............... the worlds quality of life will be greatly improved.............. please................

It’s been 1 million years

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some various timkons 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

ft me playing with them like toys