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Ra's is Tim's Catwoman

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This is actually something I have written! Not exactly like that, but a mention of it:

(...) Tim took the wine bottle and poured himself another glass, “Stop making this weird. God, why me?”

“... The answer is extensive, and tonight I find myself impatient” murmured Ra’s, eyes avoiding Tim for a moment and then back, darker, “Timothy, you seem to forget it was you who started this – how did your father call it? A game?”

Tim choked, drops of wine, blood and saliva falling to the white tablecloth. “H-He called you my Catwoman, which is gross. You wouldn’t look half as good in leather!”

Self promo aside! I do enjoy how Ra'sTim takes elements that are already present in other ships. Similar to BatCat, there's a constant chasing between them, and in Tim's own words, Ra's is seduction. I think they have their own dance, which isn't exactly a copy of BatCat nor BruTalia, but in my perspective, slightly closer to the first one.

Tim, like Bruce, is weak to the seduction in front of him. It's hard to deny your love for someone who isn't even doing wrong, and the constant chasing and games are foreplay for them. But it's Ra's the cat or the mouse? Tim also plays the game rather well, and it's Tim who sneaks through Ra's' life and steals from him (his time, his mind, his heart). Ra's is like Bruce too, in different ways than Tim.

Both Ra's and Tim chase the other, and they also like being chased. Sometimes Tim is the mouse, the cat, the bird, the viper. He is "the hero", yet he seduces Ra's back, and Ra's takes it, because Ra's is "the villain", and what he wants he gets.

They are two egos at war. Two quests trying to win. Two brilliant, passionate men that have endured pain and shall endure more.

But in the end, Tim stays in Gotham, next to Batman. And Ra's, closer to certain thief, prefers to run free and conquer the world.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56108962

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Damian: *being rude to Tim again*

Tim, after pulling second 48h shift this week and absolutely Done: One more word and I'm gonna fuck your grandad and give him a heir he'll actually want

Damian:

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a visual adaptation of this word collage i made from 2020-2023

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Zaun AU: Silco’s Chief Assistant—Viktor—isn’t too obedient and loves to tease. And Lord Talis falls for it every time (both are absolutely loving it)

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CCAU STANDEE PRE-ORDERS ARE NOW OPEN!

i know i said on instagram stories i'd only open them for a few days but fuck it, i'll let it run for a couple weeks 🙂‍↕️ very excited to get these manufactured OuO

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from the fic the line is covered in jellyfish by @yunuen

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// JeanTim, ficlet, crack, Arcane and JayVik mention, very suggestive language:

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Jean-Paul wakes up at three am, disturbed by the loud noose of his phone ringing inside the thick walls of his room. It's the important phone, the one that only rings when Gotham is in flames and needs an angel to save her. So, as expected, Jean-Paul wakes up in a rush, automatically getting up and walking towards his closet.

"Yes?" he asks, already taking out his armor. A sob replies on the other side, and he recognizes it instantly. He would know that voice in darkness, in death, at the end of the world.

"Tim!?" he breathed. There was a bitter feeling on his stomach, a mix of pain and emptiness. He didn't want to listen to Tim cry, yet his heart was sore and weak at the memory of their break up.

Tim whimpered again, and the sound made Jean flinch in worry.

"Angel..." Tim's voice cried, and Jean could tell his ex boyfriend was trembling. He would know, after comforting the bird during nightmares.

"Are you - Are you hurt?" Jean-Paul inquired, taking his sword and looking outside the window, wondering where in the city Tim was bleeding, or suffering, or hurt. Shit, shit, shit! He shouldn't have let their break up get in between their patrolling.

"I...!" Tim cried louder, but before Jean could ask, he heard something. The very distinctive noise of a TV playing some credits. What...?

"I can't believe Jayce and Viktor never kissed!" Tim yelled.

Jean fell to the floor, and he remembered exactly why he and Tim had broken up.

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"Do they like, have a different relationship in the videogame?" Tim asked after they were done having a very you-should-not-have sex, lighting a cigarette and looking exquisite wearing nothing but lipstick and jewelry, "I feel like they should, right?"

Jean-Paul raised an eyebrow, and stretched his arm to take out his very own cigarettes. He didn't enjoy Tim's cigarettes; too expensive, light and mint-like. He lighted his convenience store brand instead, a red box that he has been purchasing since he was 19. Tim huffed just like he had always done, even when, technically, this wasn't dating and he had no right in criticizing Jean's habits.

"They were friends, I suppose. They are retconning the videogame, anyway," Jean-Paul murmured, wondering if his current predicament ("I just fucked my ex boyfriend and he kept calling me some fictional characters' name") would be too weird for reddit. Then again, Jean didn't exactly hate it.

"Huh," Tim said, picking up his phone, "And would you teach me? To play, I mean."

Jean felt a tic on his eye.

"You bullied me when we dated because of that game."

"Uh, oh"

"You said I was never getting a boyfriend after you unless I ditched such ridiculous obsessions."

"Yeah, that tracks."

"And now you want me to teach you to play!?"

Tim dared to smirk in flirtation, tilting his head and big blue eyes looking at Jean-Paul in seduction.

"Come on, angel, I will give you a blowjob."

That's how Jean-Paul spent the following hours installing LOL on Tim's computer and rolling his eyes everytime Tim showed him JayVik fanart.

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"I'm drawing a line, and it's this one," Jean huffed when Tim handed him the cosplay. They weren't even dating! They were just playing LOL, going out to get fast food and fucked after patrol. Why had Jean accepted going to a comic con with Tim? Jesus, boundaries, people!

Well, he had accepted in hopes of seeing Tim crossdress again. Maybe as some slutty fairy, or an anime girl, or like one of the X-Men girls Jean-Paul liked the most. He had not expected Tim in a plain, too-boyish Viktor cosplay.

The wig looked ridiculous, and Jean-Paul didn't want to look at the Jayce cosplay he knew was in the bag Tim kept handing to him.

"Come on!" Tim insisted, pulling one of those tantrums he used to do during their dating, "I don't have anyone else to ask! Ives isn't tall enough, Jason would rather die again, and Kon is off world."

Tim mentioning his other exes didn't do much to calm Jean-Paul down.

"You realize Jayce isn't - white, right?" Jean growled in frustration, taking the bag but never opening it, "And I won't be putting my hair under some wig you ordered online."

His hair was the one sacred thing of his body. Jean-Paul didn't care much about his scars, his glasses or his teeth. But his hair? His hair had a whole care routine that he refused to endanger with some cheap wig Tim got through the internet.

"... Fine, you don't have to use the wig," Tim accepted, walking towards Jean to close the distance between them. It would have been hot, if Tim looked like himself rather than a too real and yet ridiculous copy of a cartoon character, "You don't have a beard either, so it's already a cosplay for fun rather than accuracy. Please?"

Jean-Paul wore the cosplay. They went to the comic con. He endured Tim buying tons of merch (included, but not limited to, very NSFW posters of Jayce and Viktor). They had chilli dogs for dinner and then ended the night in a motel where Tim gave him the best blowjob ever.

Jean-Paul was almost jealous of Jayce Talis and his fictional power over Tim's libido.

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"Maybe we should date again," Tim said one night after patrol, both of them smoking in a rooftop. They were both in their phones, Jean-Paul scrolling through cursed 4chan posts and Tim in a red website that Jean clearly recognized as the archive of smut fanfic.

(Jean had overlooked not long ago, abusing his height and supersoldier eyes to spy on Tim's screen. He had looked away as soon as his eyes landed on the phrase "Viktor's omega cunt was shivering against Jayce's hand, making the alpha chuckle in arrogance. Who knew all his lab partner needed was a good old fashioned fuck to shut up?").

"Come again?" Jean gasped, chocking on his cigarette and offended at Tim pouting, "You aren't serious."

"I am!" Tim insisted, throwing his cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. Tim had this way of moving that reminded Jean of a ballerina. An exotic ballerina, probably. All seduction and temptation, "Look, we made mistakes. That doesn't mean we can't make this work."

"You just say that because no one else will endure how freaky you're in bed," Jean growled, remembering how many nights ago Tim had convinced him into a JayVik roleplay that involved too many toys and not enough lube.

"That's not true," Tim replied, and his lips were so tense that Jean was starting to believe him, "I like you, angel. And I have been having fun with you."

Yeah. Jean-Paul had been having fun too. He had missed Tim's laugh in the mornings, his lips always tasing like coffee and cherry gum, his sarcastic sense of humor, his big blue eyes that looked at him in love and his thin body that hugged him after terrible nightmares of cruel angels and bats.

This whole LOL thing? It had just been an excuse for them both, hadn't it? Sure, Tim liked the show, and was clearly going through his new hyper fixation, but he wouldn't have called Jean if he didn't want an excuse to get close to him again. And Jean wouldn't have followed if he didn't want to.

Maybe wearing a Jayce cosplay and telling Tim "I love you," without ever saying Viktor's name should have been a clue. Whatever. None of them were the brightest when it came to relationships.

"... I like you too," Jean admitted, and he allowed Tim to hug him under the arms, hiding on his chest as some kitten, "I did miss you. You knew that."

Tim giggled, half sad and half satisfied.

"I know."

"The cosplay whole thing...?"

"Hm, maybe it gave you some extra points. But you already dress up like Batman, no one can beat you."

To any other man, that would be offensive. To Jean-Paul, who believed to this day that he and Tim would make the best dynamic duo, it was pure flattery. It went to his ego, and his dick.

"Let's go home," Jean said, throwing off his cigar to lift Tim up, "You can show me what you're reading after we're done."

And Tim did. But Jean-Paul had always known his little bird was a freak, and there wasn't a big surprise on what omegaverse was. Jean even understood the appeal! He would love to make Tim pregnant.

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Know the work rules! specifically ratchet's rules

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nahhg im so unfynny 💔 bug anyway opritach animation 🙏

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In The Dream House, Carmen Maria Machado // Transformers Prime (2010-2013) // The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter // Richard Siken, Wishbone // Transformers IDW (2005-2019) //  Sue Zhao // Yellowjackets (2021-present) // Consume, David Cronenberg // Transformers One (2024) // Madness, Sam Sax // Interview With The Vampire (2022-present) // Transformers Cyberverse (2018-2021) // Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë // Hoax, Taylor Swift

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The ground beneath me always felt liquid.

— Louis Du Pointe Du Lac, Interview with The Vampire, After the Phantoms of Your Former Self.

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Viktor nation, how we feeling?

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I'm pretty new to the Ra's al Ghul/Tim Drake ship but I'm absolutely loving it. I have developed something of a headcanon that Ra's doesn't understand modern technology and was wonder if you could do some quotes for this. It's something that I personally find entertaining. Now to return to stalking the ship tag—

Hi, there, fellow Ra'sTim enjoyer! 💚

I also have fun imagining Ra's dealing with modern technology. My favorite hc is that he doesn't drive. He learned to do so back in 1886 but rapidly started despising it. I also play with the whole Evelyn Grayce storyline via Ra's actually liking the cinema of 1920s, but leaving it behind too.

Ra's is so funny. Canonically he went to LIVE AID, which is why I think he and Tim share a liking for Queen songs 🤭

I think Ra's is mostly confused by social media slang, rather than the use of it. Aaaand not to self promo but I do have a fic exploring the consequences of Ra's getting used to modern technology!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34749676?view_full_work=true

I'm so glad you like my incorrect quotes dynamic! I will certainly look for ideas regarding social media 👀 I bet they make everyone around them suffer

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I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus. The dreadful need in the devotee. A sweet release.

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i love slowburn and drama🥰🤗🤩

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U ever start smth and ur like haha this is such a cute SKETCH and then it turns into a 10hr painting. Anyway heres astral plane viktor as ponyo's mother