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Jason: You're bleeding pretty bad. What's your type? Tim: Tall, funny, tragic backstory-- Jason: You're BLOOD type Tim: Red Jason, face-palming: Do you want to die? Tim: Kinda...

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Tim: oh Jason can't kill me anymore Jason: can't???? Tim: if you kill me, it'll be (Red Hood former alias of) the Joker killing (Red) Robin Tim: which means I will have aped every major aspect of your tenure as Robin, and since you'll have killed me, you'll be the one who made me your perfect replacement Jason: ...wh- Dick: okay, wait, getting killed by the Joker is NOT every aspect of Jason's tenure as Robin- Tim: I embezzled a Batmobile from Batman (stealing the Batmobile tires) Tim: I dropped out of high school (never got to finish) Tim: I was hated by the Robin before me (Dick hating Jason) Tim: and my falling out with Batman was based on him thinking I killed someone I didn't when they fell off a building (Bruce thinking Jason pushed Felipe Garzonas off a balcony) Tim: oh! and since Ra's al Ghul wants me alive, I'm reasonably sure he'd use the Lazarus Pit to revive me, so I could take that too! then I can get to work on stealing your identity as Red Hood :) Jason: Dick: Tim: I already took Red Robin :) Dick: ...wh- Jason: Tim, I hate you, I hate you so goddamn much. You are my favorite brother. You are the only Bat I respect and the only one I will ever willingly work with. You are completely insane. You are the best Robin there ever has been or ever will be. What the fuck is wrong with you. I love you. I'm going to shoot you in the leg now. Tim: make sure you miss the femoral artery!

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Jason: Fuck it, gonna start killing people I don't find funny.

Tim: Oh my god, Jason ... suicide is never the answer 💔 😔

Jason: Shut the fuck up!

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jaytim thoughts:

Tim to Jason: you know if things ever go to complete shit I have a whole exist strategy for us.

Jason confused: what your saying you'd run away with me?

Tim: Yes.

Jason: You'd actually do that, start over with me?

Tim: I have full proof plan for us running away together and starting over where Bruce can't find us. If you ever need to burn everything to the ground I'm prepared to follow you.

Jason: That sounds really nice honestly.

Tim smiles: It does doesn't it.

Ngl I have a whole ass thing about Tim being able to completely dismantle the entire justice league. Like the only reason he doesn't is because there's not a point. Until they get in his or someone he loves way.

So the thought of one of the heroes getting it in their head that Bruce needs 'help' and starts going after Jason. All I can ever picture is Tim uploading a video to be played at the next meeting saying the following.

"Hello Justice League. Some of you might know who I am but most of you don't but soon you will, I know B goes on about how Gotham is his city, and it is to a degree, but I'm the one running it, don't make that face B it's true. Now I'm going to say this plainly. You stay out of my city and out of my boyfriends business. If you don't not even Bruce will be able to save your asses from what I'm able to rain down and will if you don't get your noses out of my fucking city. Anyone touches Red Hood or Red Robin or any of my family but B again, well, we'll see how loyal some of your family is to you guys."

Because Tim is better than Bruce at making and KEEPING allies. Like sure Tim isn't above manipulating them a bit, but most of his friends? They'll follow him to the ends of the universe, regardless of what Tim chooses. But afterwards B shows up at WE and gives him a handwritten apology from whoever was poking their noses in his business. Jason has it framed.

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Jaytim appreciation post

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Tim: *screaming* “Jason! Jason!!!”

Jason: “What the hell Tim?”

Tim: “I just got into a fight with Bruce and I need to piss him off. Pack a bag we’re going to Vegas.”

Jason: *closes his book* “I’m not following…”

Tim: “You and I are getting married! I’ve already picked out the rings now chop chop let’s go!”

*a week later in the batcave*

Dick: “Hey you know Tim and Jason got married? I didn’t even know they were together.”

Bruce: *mumbles under his breath* “About damn time.”

Dick: “What?”

Bruce: *stone faced* “I said, oh no how dare they…”

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Tim stares at Jason at an event. Jason catches him. Tim steals some looks, Jason steals some looks. Then Tim goes inside to do the clean up after offering so Alfred could take a knee. Jason corners him inside.

Jason: I noticed you've been looking at me

Tim: Wow the ego

Jason: Tell me I'm wrong

Tim: You're wrong

Jason: Here's the thing, I'm great at spotting liars

Tim: Apparently not

Jason: Fuck, do I like 'em feisty and you? You're taking the cake, baby

Tim: As much as I love the unsolicited and unwarranted pet names, I was kinda in the middle of something

Jason, hoisting Tim up onto the kitchen counter and running his hands along Tim's legs: Have to wait, cause I'm in the middle of something too

Tim: You're used to getting what you want, aren't you?

Jason: Contrary to popular belief, being a crime lord isn't all sex, control and violence. That's reductive thinking

Tim: Oh and what's this then?

Jason: Seduction, is it working?

Tim, leans in a kisses him: I don't know, is it?

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Hmm

You ever think about how Tim doesn't really feel guilty about the stuff he's done? Like some of it is really fucked up. But he doesn't feel guilty about it.

Do you ever wonder if he thinks there's something wrong with him? That the spot that's supposed to remind you about guilt and "keep you in check" is just a hole that is just empty. No nagging feelings just.. quiet acceptance.

You ever think about how Jason has too much guilt? How he holds onto things that aren't even his fault and seethes and falls into the feelings until they're eating him alive. And he has to let it out somehow or he'll end up doing something even worse, but still ends up with blood on his hands.

Jason staring at his hands and seeing blood.

Tim staring at his hands and feeling nothing.

Both of them reaching out to the other and saying.

"It's okay. I'm broken too."

Tim doesn't see blood on Jason's hands, he sees scars and warmth.

Jason doesn't see Tim as lacking something, he sees confidence in who he is.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bruce Wayne, Bart Allen Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Tim Drake is Not Robin, not anymore anyways, Physical Disability, Loss of Limbs, Prosthesis, Civilian Tim Drake, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Fluff and Humor, Tim runs a farm for animals with nowhere else to go, Jason doesn’t know what to do with this, Lots of animals, honestly this is so fluffy I don’t know what else to say, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, it’s all about the, Size Difference, Identity Reveal, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, But he’s trying, Resolved Sexual Tension, Size Kink, Healthy Relationships Series: Part 1 of Tim Drake’s farm for wayward souls, Part 4 of DC works Summary:

Two years after an accident that left Tim without a mask and no real life purpose, he’s worked hard to make a new place for himself, to build a home, but the arrival of a hooded vigilante runs the risk of ruining it all.

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“Is this blackmail?”

“Blackmail? No.” There’s a scoff. “Not real sure what this is yet, t’ be honest. I was plannin’ on shootin’ ya and bein’ done with it but it looks like someone else got to ya first.”

Tim’s smile is brittle at best. “If you don’t know what this is,” he says with all the cold calm instilled in him by Janet Drake. “then perhaps you should come back later. I have animals to feed, Mr…?”

“Red Hood.”

He makes a polite sound, as if that’s as normal a name as any.

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最近的雨中梗圖

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*Jason patrolling listening to random henchmen over coms*

Man One: “So I says to her right! So I says, your body my choice baby girl!” *laughter from everyone*

Jason: *drops down from the shadows, pinning the man to the ground* “I think the phrase you’re lookin’ for is your cock my glock… baby girl.”

*Tim and Bruce watching from a rooftop*

Tim: *slowly putting away his bo staff* “We umm, we should stop him, right?”

Bruce: “Hmmm, yeah in just a moment. Popcorn?” *holds bag to Tim*

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jason (grey bubbles) & tim (blue bubble)

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People from other cities: How can Batman keep training these child soldiers for his crusade? It's child cruelty and he should be investigated!

Gothamites: The children yearn to fight crime. At least the birds have adult supervision, cause I sure as hell didn't.

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Robin!Tim: Here is my dossier on each member of the Justice League's moves and strategies to beat them-

Dick: Why are some of the pages written in crayon?

Tim: I started compiling when I was a kid.

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If You Have To Ask, Part 1

“Okay, hear me out.”

“No good will come of this.” Jason pushes away from the Batcomputer and settles in for what’s sure to be absolute nonsense.

Dick looks amused, but mildly concerned. “Is this a Damian-safe ‘hear me out’ or no?”

Damian crosses his legs and rests his chin on a closed fist. “I am intrigued and will not be leaving the room, Richard. Continue, Drake.”

“Okay, so kicking Superman in the balls—“

“Not Damian-safe,” Dick snarks. He makes no moves to remove his youngest brother from the room, though, so Tim continues.

“I’m sure Damian will want this information for future reference. You never know, could come in handy.”

“No good will come of this,” Jason repeats. He’s grinning now, though, and leans forward to listen.

“Okay,” Tim starts again. “So the data we have—which isn’t much, mind you—suggests that Superman’s genitalia—“

Dick grimaces and makes a displeased sound in the back of his throat. “I really don’t like having Uncle Clark’s name in the same sentence as ‘genitalia’. Why can’t we ever have normal conversations?”

Damian swats at Dick. “Read the room, Richard. We are not normal. Continue, Drake.”

“As I was saying,” Tim starts again, looking pointedly at Dick. “Kicking Superman in the balls without Kryptonite seems like an obvious non-starter. We know what happens if you hit him without weakening him first. I got curious, though—“

“Meaning you’ve already found hours of footage, watched it, and catalogued it,” Jason butts in. Tim nods in affirmation.

“—yes, exactly. I found all the videos of Superman’s battles—“

“All of them?” Dick looks both shocked and impressed.

“—and broke the relevant ones down into two categories: Kryptonite-armed and Can Hit Him Without Breaking Anything. Nobody’s ever tried to kick him in the nuts.”

The Cave is silent, save for the typical ambient noise and bats chirping. Dick looks ready to speak, but his face screws up in concentration instead. Jason’s got his hand over his mouth and his eyebrows furrowed. Damian’s staring into the space just past Tim’s left ear.

“That can’t be right,” Dick mutters, both to himself and his brothers. “I don’t…I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.”

“And you’ve known him longer than any of us,” Jason points out. “You’ve never seen it, heard about it?”

“This does not seem possible,” Damian protests. “It is the most obvious weak point on a male opponent.”

“There’s at least one video of every male superhero getting hit in the family jewels,” Tim declares as he pulls up tabs on his laptop. “Villains too. All of them, us included.”

The four brothers wince, all recalling incidents that had them kneeling over to catch their breath or writhing in agony on the ground. It doesn’t happen often with their training and protective gear, but they all get caught off guard sometimes.

“But not him,” Tim concludes. “Not a single video. Not even a Tweet.”

“Okay then.” Dick doesn’t want to admit that he’s intrigued, but it’s far too late for that. He’s invested now. “So, what? Is it that it’s not recorded anywhere or is it that it’s never happened?”

Jason curses under his breath. “There’s only one person who would know.”

Dick looks at Tim. Tim looks at Damian. Damian looks at Jason. Jason looks skyward, hoping God will intervene.

“We have to ask Bruce.”

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Jaytim prompt: Dick catches them on a date or kissing.

Okayyy nothing fully explicit, but yknow. I'm a horny degenerate, so warning sex talk.

They'd been dating quietly for a while. Not overly hiding it, but more so wanting to enjoy each other before the rest of the batclan decided to meddle.

Jason had almost full access to the Nest, though he wasn't explicitly told with words anytime Jason reached for the big computer Tim threw something at his head and yelled in one of fifteen languages at him. So Jason stopped touching that computer. But he was given free reign to tune up the bikes and the Redbird! He counted that as a win.

Tonight was what he dubbed, together and separate night. Tim was either pissing off Ras or some other massive something or other on his computer, and Jay was under the bikes. He stopped, though, when he heard Tim push away from the computer.

"I'm hungry," he said to the open air.

"Is that so princess?" Jay bit back a grin as he set down the tools but made no move to get up.

"Feed me Jason."

"Well I have something to keep your mouth occupied," he started.

"You're hot covered in grease stains and wearing a wife beater and ripped jeans Jay but I'm not laying on the floor to suck you off."

"But that's not a no for later?"

"Feed me and we'll see."

"Hard bargain princess, the stock market makde you cold," he chuckled and pushed out from under the bike. "Cmon then. Let's feed the caffeine prince."

Tim smiled crookedly at him and followed him up to the kitchen. Where Tim promptly sat on the counter to 'help', aka be in the way demand kisses and taste test.

"I want pasta," he proclaimed.

Jason clicked his tongue, "Not Italian, but what about some Mongolian with noodles? We have better ingredients for that, and I want to use the chili oil."

Tim nodded, and Jay got to work roaming around the kitchen with ease neither of them noticed Dickie come in when Tim demanded his first kiss of the process.

Jason loved kissing Tim. It was an experience like no other. They both tried to devour each other until the first broke and made a noise. Or sometimes it was nothing more than teasing brushes of lips until one finally gave in.

Jason had just fed Tim some of the marinated pineapple and leaned in for a kiss when they heard.

"Oh shit."

Jason froze, a low warning sound building in his chest as Tim peaked around him.

"You're supposed to call Richard."

"I was lightly stabbed thank you!"

Jason turned his head a little to see Dickie out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough small gash on his leg.

"Go patch him up babybird," Jason said as he moved back to the food prep. "Then we can get to food and you enjoying me covered in grease."

Tim hopped down and went over to Dickwing, dragging him to go get stitched and cleaned and Tim probably grilled. Jason took out some more just incase there was a third at dinner tonight.

Dammit Richard, he wanted to get head tonight.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, The Joker (flashbacks) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, The Titans Tower Incident, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Tim Drake is Robin, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Bad Parent Jack Drake, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Temporary Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Homophobia, Abuse, Torture, Injury, Explicit Language, Fluff and Angst, Friendship, Recovery, Protectiveness, Happy Ending, No beta - We die like Jason Todd, Soulmates Can’t Lie to Each Other Summary:

“You think Tim’s a bad liar?” Dick asked, giving Jason a quizzical look.

“I don’t think he even knows lying is an option. He’s an open book.”

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Tim lies a lot. So does Jason. But they can’t lie to each other.