#'how do you know tim drake is chinese' you say

[idyllcy]

quiche - tim drake x reader (pretty bird countdown #7)

"Welcome back." Tim looks up from the kitchen counter, smiling as you hand him the groceries.

"I'm home!"

"Where'd you go? You took a while today."

"Stopped at your parents' graves for a quick flower refresh. Also told them about how you're doing." You smile as he kisses your cheek. 

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were at work. I got groceries after."

"No car-jacking?"

"Nah." You shake your head. "I brought back ingredients. I had the overwhelming urge to cook today."

"Ah, speaking of which. I have an event soon that you should come for." Tim hums. "I'll get you a dress and take care of everything. You just need to show up."

"Will I be alone?"

"No. It's father's annual banquet."

"Mm." You nod. "Alright. If you insist. Ah, right."

Tim raises a brow.

"Happy mother's day." You snort, handing him the flowers.

"And what might I be mothering?"

You shrug. "Just figured to get you a bouquet too. Mom texted me that you had flowers delivered to her for mother's day. Thank you."

"I just hope the Chinese on the card was legible."

You laugh. "I'm sure it was. You don't need to send anything to my dad for father's day... just for reference."

"It'd be nice to send him something small. Don't worry." Tim hums. "I won't do anything too big. I know he doesn't know who I am exactly."

"Yes." You grin. "Maybe flowers?"

"Perhaps a nice tie."

"That works too." You hum. "Mom said thank you, by the way. She wants me to make you something in return."

Tim laughs. "It's good, pretty bird. Um. I cooked today— It's edible. Don't worry."

"I'm sure it is." You hum. "What'd you make?"

"Followed a recipe on..." He pauses. "Quiche. I was gonna do stir fry and then I remembered that it might ruin your experience with Chinese American food and decided against it."

"Well, Chinese American food is still... different." You hum. "Quiche for dinner sounds fun."

"It's low-key kind of good. I promise."

You pat Tim's back as he starts setting the groceries in the fridge, chewing quietly on his cooking as he watches for an expression. 

"It's good." You hum, brows lifted, pleased at the flavor on your tongue. "It's great, birdie. I like it."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. You're not that terrible of a cook. I promise." You hum. "It's good."

"If you say it too many times, I'm gonna think you're trying to convince yourself."

"I'm not." You cut a larger slice, resting them on your plates as he finishes with the groceries. "Come on. Let's eat."

[devine-fem]

still thinking about that person who went on my account, saw that i was dedicated to the al ghuls, made a post ‘how does the al ghuls have stans? aren’t they horrible?”

like what the fuck are you talking about? first of all, even if they were horrible then people would still like them, it’s not rocket science. second of all, if people like them then consider they’re not so horrible.

they go “oh, people say its ooc what she did but she still did them!” what the fuck are talking about? prob morrrison books. this person being a tim drake stan made sense too because your only exposure to the al ghuls are weird fetish writing for your favorite white boy.

and this person then went to defend batcat + damian dynamics, to call dick damian’s parent and not even to know damian was chinese? and i’m the bad one?

why are we getting entitled about characters we obviously don’t fucking read about?

like understand that some people have actually sat down and read characters comics more than you. this goes for every character, there is always a fan that reads for a character and gets it better than you. accept that. i do.

just say you want to shit on talia and ra’s and thats it. so fucking annoying like don’t piss me off, go back to tim drake and leave us alone. sorry. rant.

[tarta-de-limon]

not a request but can u do a post explaining the bat family?? (i’m new here and just know batman and robin lol) 😭

OH MY GOSH, it took me so long to reply to this, at this point you might as well know more than me LMAO.

To be honest Idk either💀 I started in the fandom because I saw a clip of the DC animated universe of Damian. And if I like the voice of a character I just love them already. Happened with HXH, with Killua, with Hunter and Luz, from the owl house, with Scaramouche, from Genshin impact.

Then I started reading all the comics Damian appeared, then I started reading Wayne Family adventures and I discovered Jason and Cass and Steph and—

Whatever I say here might be wrong because I'm not really into every member of the Bat-family, just in a couple of them. Literally just a couple of them.

So, there's Bruce Wayne, he lost his parents because they went to the movies and, for some reason, his parents decided to go home walking through a dark alley. Great choice. Anyways, he's Batman, everyone knows him and everyone knows Alfred, his butler

Then there's Dick Grayson! Circus boy, saw his parents die and became the first Robin! I really like the idea of him being angry asf, but I don't know if that's canon so, idk. Turns out he's involved with the Court of Owls and—yeah, i Don't really understand much either. I remember that the circus he grew up kind of, raised Talons, a group of highly trained assassins loyal to the Court of Owls (ty google). But then Bruce found him before the court did, so he became Robin. The court of Owls still wants him...at least that's the last thing I read in comics/don't trust me because I have horrible memory.

Something about a bunch of kids saying they're Robin, and a war against the court, Damian betraying the family, sike! He's still a good person, but he has a mask and has explosives, or something like that, and so Damian keeps living Dick accepted to work with the court and—

I don't remember how that ended. Actually I'm sorry I just spoiled you like, a whole comic, sorry not sorry.

Uh, let's keep going.

Then there's Jason! Pretty baby Jason! Second robin, used to be a stray kid, Bruce took him in when he tried to steak his wires, and he discovers that his mother isn't his real mother and the joker tricks him an—AND HE DIES, HE EXPLODES.

Then he revives, six months later, because...superboy? Superman? I can't remember anymore, hits...reality? And well, he comes back to life. To be honest, I don't remember how this goes. There's a version where he does and Talia brings him back. Then he goes all cray-cray and turns in the red hood.

But-then there's this thing with superboy prime, and I remember something about him getting hit by a truck...but I don't remember if that was canon or fanon or from a fanfic... Yeah, just, just know that in both cases he ends up in the Lazarus Pit and goes all crazy. Have you seen his suit in batman and Robin, when Damian is Robin for the first time?

THAT'S HIM, LMAO.

And to be honest? I did a drawing of him with braided hair like Ana from Frozen because;

REDHEAD, BABY!

AND there's Tim Drake. Jason's mad at him because he sees him as his replacement/at first. He kinda... blackmailed Bruce??? And to be honest, that's all I know. Yup, I'm not a big Tim Fan, nothing against him, of course!

Then there's Steph!... And I don't know anything about her either! Next! Nah, she's the daughter of...a villain, I think? Then she dies while being Robin...she didn't actually die, she was alive all along...then she's Batgirl, then she's spoiler... And that's it. Yeah, I love Steph but I haven't read anything about her. Same with... Cass, and Thomas. Yup. Bat-family's #1 fan right here y'all. Cass was raised to be weapon, and that's literally, literally all I know about her.

...

She's Chinese???? And, uh...She likes pancakes.

Thomas, I think he appeared in Robin war(the whole comic I just spoiled you) but that's all I know about him. that, and what appears In Wayne Family adventures lmao.

AND THEN, THEN THERE'S MY BABY BOY, PRECIOUS DAMIAN WAYNE. Raise to be a weapon, in the League of Assassins, son of the Bat and Talia Al Ghul, Grandson of the demon head!!!(tell me u have a favorite without telling me you have a favorite) he's the one I'm ALWAYS drawing.

In the DC animated universe he's send away after the League is attacked. I don't know if there's a new version in the comics, but he actually earned the right to meet his Father after beating his mother in a fight! I LOOOVE the fact that in the DCAU they kept the; I thought you'd be taller, father. FANGIRL MOMENT, BEHOLD.

He literally just wants to impress his father. That's the whole reason why he's grumpy and aggressive when they meet! Bruce treats him like a nuisance and he literally trained so hard to meet him! Damian hates being patronized, literally. This baby bat is Tim drake #1 hater at first. He beats his ass!

Thing is, well, things get complicated and Bruce is lost in time or something like that, so Dick is Batman and that's why Dick and Damian have such a strong bond!

And well, there's a lot of things to explain about this character...I really want to say everything about him but this is too long already lmao.

Well, that's all I think! I'm pretty sure this didn't help you at all, but hey, I had fun rambling! Thank you so much for asking and I'm so sorry this is all useless rambling lmao

Lots of love and have a great day or night! Yk what, have a great day, month and year! Have a great life! 🫵🫵🫵🫵

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Eh... I don't mind canonically homosexual characters as long as the story functions well. Unlike the crap we are being fed by the looney toons of Hollywood. At this point I just kinda want to gate keep anime from the western world. Until all of these nonsense died down. Whatever these morons are spewing. It's not good for the world to consume and copy.

As always. Japan without morons influencing it. Can make pretty good anime and games.

No, I'm with you. I'm pretty much the only person I know who isn't a raging leftist who can't say the word "bisexual" that actually liked how they made Tim Drake bisexual in the Batman comics. But there are reasons why I avoid almost all western media about gays like the plague even though my reading habits are 85% M/M fanfiction. The problem with minority characters in the west, especially gay ones, is that they increasingly can't be characters first and minorities second. They have to be RePrEsEnTaTiOn, which usually means "fit as many stereotypes and leftwing strawmen into this one character as we possibly can". It's either that, or it's a three second kiss that can be edited out for Chinese distribution, but that's a whole other issue.

Japanese media seems to do it the right way, from what I've seen. They create characters, put those characters into a story, and then if they're gay, they're gay. Yuri on Ice is honestly the perfect example of how to do a show with gay characters as opposed to a "gay show". You know they're in love with each other. You know they're together by the end of the show. But the point of the show is never "look at these gay athletes! Look how gay they are! Aren't they so queer? Don't you feel represented? Oh look, here's a homophobic character! Now the whole show is about discrimination and why hate is wrong except when you hate people who hate you then it's totally cool oh look this character is Donald Trump punch him!!! and wasn't there a skating competi--hahah who cares about that THEY'RE GAY!!"

Instead, the show never loses focus of who Yuri and Victor are as characters. The big reveals have nothing to do with sexuality, or struggling with sexuality, or homophobia, or any of that boring, played out nonsense. The reveals are about who they are as characters. The plot is always about skating and getting better and becoming a better person and learning to believe in yourself. And yes, the catalyst for all of those things is the two main characters finding each other and growing closer. And yes, they do fall in love, and kiss, and get engaged. But if that's all there was, it wouldn't be even half the show it is. It wouldn't still be one of the most beloved animes even though it only has 12 episodes and a movie that never came out that people are still waiting to hear news on.

You could never have that in the west. And even if, by some miracle, you did, the second season would completely ruin it once the execs mainlining DEI directly into their veins got their cancerous hands on it.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

((Alrighty! I drafted this like a week ago but I have fuck all to do today while at the library so lets go!

We said... Robin solos for this time round, didn't we?))

Ah, I see we're starting off strong with Moneyspider/Anarky

Oh wow, I really should've bounced here ages ago cause this is right after Azrael let a guy fall from the roof

Okay Anarky, go off on the diamond man

...ooooooor not. Tim's on the case and apparently these black diamodns contain an evil spirit... awesome

Lonnie... Lonnie no. Don't give this runkard one of those stones. Don't do it

...Lonnie... was your password for your computer serious 'codeword'

I mean... those are excellent goals and frankly, I agree with you, dude but I don't think the mayor agrees with you, unfortunately

I stand corrected! This is during the initial breakout from Arkham!

I can see why people ship them together; both geniuses, both raised rich and both wanting justice for those who have been wronged and going about it in different ways

Oof, nasty hit Tim just took

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Sudden style change, not sure I like it

A fight in a sauna? Bad idea Tim

Oooooo Commissioner Gordon is cleaning house~

Snrrrkkkk perfectly timed fortune, random person in the chinese restaurant

Awwww Tim slumping against Gordon. Poor boy is exhausted after that

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Okay that's one hell of a wake up for Tim to get. In GCPD headquarters as a dude with a fucking swastika on his forehead is dragged in

Oh honey... Tim, you're smarter than this, you know they need evidence

Hooooo buddy, you are not having a good night

Timothy Jackson Drake, you better not be letting a fucking assassination attempt go through on you just to catch this asshole in something!

It's adorable that you doodle while on the phone tho

...do you really think telling Bruce this was a good idea?

Okay Bruce ended up disguised as the second gunman just to make sure he was there to handle things if it went *really* bad

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Ooooooooo teaming up with Nightwing this time~

Still uhhh... still settling into a style, huh Dick?

Aaahhhh so Dick's been in Keystone helping Flash

...wait... is this after Bruce heads off to do his training? Cause they're pretty openly talking about Jean-Paul being Batman. Or maybe this is just before Jean-Paul goes off the deep end?

And we're dealing with Bracuda again

Okay maybe I'm too used to the Wayne Family Adventures and Gotham Knights designs for Dick but he really doesn't look all that great here

Damn, they still don't have a great reputation with the police no matter where they go

"Turns out we're not faster than Big Chulo but we sure are dramatic" Yeah you and Dick come by it honestly

Both of htem just casually passing the fuck out on the pier

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Ooooo both of them teaming up with Green Lantern this time!

And Tim is getting a lesson in handling conversations with the police

Wow, this guy really just threatened to arrest them both and insulted the Titans in one go

Oooohhhhhh weren't quick enough to stop Chulo committing murder? Was it someone you knew?

"Okay so you remind me of myself when I was Robin... maybe you're even better than I was... and as well as Bruce handled me, I know what it's like to be treated as a kid, something I don't want to do to you..." "But the urge is there" "I'm not you anymore. I'm in Bruce's boots now- the one who's responsible. On the other hand, after blowing it with the Titans, maybe I'm in no position to guide anyone." Dick... honey...

Ah okay, it's towards the beginning of everything with Jean-Paul. Also I feel lied to from the cover because Green Lantern didn't turn up at all

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Starting off strong with Robin taking a huge fall and looking absolutely terrified

"How am I doing so far? Well, I just got thrown off the thirtieth floor of the Keysler building and I'm heading past the twentieth. So I'd have to say 'so far so good'." *T I M*

I'm sorry, the MO for this string of murders he's investigating is *WHAT*

...talking to himself in the mirror... Tim you absolute dork

Okay, his dad is away and Tim's been staying in the penthouse in the city for the summer and Bruce and Alfred are still away

And he's recently bene kicked out of the batcave

Huh... people breaking into Wayne Tower

Someone wants Wayne Enterprises satellite transmissions? Why? And these are kids, not much older than Tim. What on earth have they gotten themselves into?

Tim that disguise is awful

Okay so the girl now has blades for arms and the dude is stuck in cyberspace so... this bug things that's draining people of their spinal fluid... if it doesn't kill them, it gives them powers?

Oh good he did get saved by the girlie with the blade arms

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Opening up with Tim getting choked! Wonderful

Yup, Tim just immediately cuts his losses and gets the fuck out. "Part of me is sad to be leaving the Batcave for what might be the last time but without Bruce it's not the Batcave. It's just a hole in the ground. A grave full of memories"

Ah okay so car thieves, possibly parts thieves and while Tim's trying to have a date with his girlfriend

Tim... Tim that was dumb. You didn't have to snap at her over that. I know you're a very stressed 13/14 year old who nearly died by strangulation and your emotional regulation is basically shot rn but that was dumb and you should apologise

...have we just cut to Cluefinder?

And this trigger happy cop has decided that Robin fits the bill for the car thieves when his mask looks nothing like theirs. Dude. Details

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Right, this is when Tim's dad is still missing

...have I read this already? I feel like I've read part of this already

Yeah, I've definitely seen this before so Imma skip ahead a bit

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Sudden time skip to Christmas

Oof, you're not helping the cheating allegations... and you're not even doing the actual cheating yet

Stephanie!!!! My girl! My daughter!!!!

Yeah the vigilante life is a hard one, Tim

Robin and Spoiler meeting?????

Robin and Spoiler meeting!!!!! Or I guess reunion given that her dad just broke out

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He knows her name and she doesn't know his... good grief

They're hiding under the beds, adorable

Steph used flirt. Robin was confused

They're working together and Steph is falling for the mystery of Robin

Oooohhhhhh I know what this leads to. Both Tim and Arthur get stuck in this truck with little air and Steph comes to the rescue

OH DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THE FUCKING CONCRETE

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Steph, honey, you are absolutely a vigilante

Oooooo got her own bike~ Now come on, hun, you're smart, you've got this

Steph is crushing big time and a cut right to Arianna right as she asks if Robin is single

Damn, really thought about killing Cluemaster to preserve what little air is left

Oh wow, Tim got *really* close to dying of asphyxiation

There's the adrenaline fuelled "holy shit I'm alive" kiss *when he's currently dating someone*

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Okay so that was... issue 1-5 of Robin's solo stuff. I believe I still need to do the rest and then bounce back to... either Knights End or Prodigal

[hayleytheewriter]

fic writer meme

the biggest thanks to fic writer queen @vinelark for tagging me :,) <3

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 61!

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 463,074 so less words than war and peace

3. What fandoms do you write for? for the last two years, Batman (with one unfinished Daredevil matt/foggy fic featuring Spiderman)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

No Hetero (the first Voltron fic I ever wrote, I also remember writing this fic with perfect clarity, like I became conscious of my writer brain when I wrote this)

Tim and Kon v. The World (I actually wrote this in like an hour while procrastinating sleep)

The Failure of Tim Drake (the first Batman fic I ever wrote)

Keith is Broken

Champagne Problems

5. Do you respond to comments? sometimes, when I post a new chapter I'll respond to comments on the previous one. But for every single comment, I get such a comment notification high <3 I've printed out several, too and they live on my bookshelf and provide joy and motivation.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I've never written a sad ending intentionally, but I have so many unfinished fics that end in the middle angst section. Of the fics that I'm pretty sure I'll never finish, I'd say my My Hero Academic fic Date Me (For Justice) which was my first attempt a really long fic and stops on such a mutual pining, getting blackmailed, sad note. Now that I'm writing this, I'm like-- I should finish that.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I love the ending of Sore Loser, and not just because it's a little spicy.

8. Do you get hate on fics? there's such a culture of, "if you don't like it, keep scrolling" so I've never gotten real hate, but I have gotten critique comments that point out places that I didn't get canon right and places where I contradicted the facts of my own story lol those guys are basically my beta readers <3 <3 <3

9. Do you write smut? Yeah, I actually started last year!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written? Yeah, not really for Batman, but I have in the past. The craziest is probably my Wandavision Supernatural crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I think the second fic I ever posted (Spideypool) which couldn't have gotten more than like 1,000 reads, I got a comment that was like, "just so you know someone posted this on Wattpad."

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, honored that someone translated Tim and Kon v. The World into Chinese!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No but I'm so down for real, that sounds fun!

14. What's your all time favorite ship? You'd think by my ao3 stats, it's TimKon-- but I write fanfic for things I wish were different. There's a lot about their canon dynamic I love, and their fanfic is top tier, but for my favorite canon ship I'd probably say like Percabeth (especially with the Disney plus show, they're so back)

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably my Daredevil Matt/Foggy High School au. I'm just not that into Daredevil anymore. I have so many Batman WIPs, but when I think of them I'm like, one day I'll finish it, baby!

16. What are your writing strengths? I love how I write banter. I also like to think that I give the supporting cast or characters who might be reduced to comic relief their own interior life and mini arcs-- but that might be more aspirational than actually in my writing as of now lol. I think I also write friend groups really well!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? structure, and related to that pacing. Also, the way I shy away from editing even though writing is rewriting or whatever that saying is. I'd say there's like five fics of mine that I've genuinely edited, but I'm working on it. I've been reading such a great book about writing lately called A Swim in the Pond in the Rain by George Saunders, and I highly recommend it.

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics? I think the only time I've done that was in one of my Supernatural fics. I wrote Eileen, who's deaf. Originally, I put all her dialogue in italics to signify it was being signed. But I got such a kind and helpful comment on that fic being like it's weird and frowned upon to have her ASL lines formatted so differently, so I changed it! I think if I ever did another language again, I would research it more thoroughly first.

19. First fandom you wrote for? it was on fanfic.net and it was Percy Jackson, he and Annabeth were middle aged (which I obviously had great insight into at 15) and the main character was their daughter. Although as a child, I would write my own episodes of my favorite tv shows which was way before I knew what a screenwriter or fanfiction was. I love that one of my oldest instincts is to create the shit I wish I was seeing.

20. Favorite fic you have written? Hm, of my completed fics, I'd say a tie between To All The Vigilantes I've Loved Before and Capture the Flag (to the Death). I like the first one because it's the longest romance I've finished (at 27k) and there are certain scenes I really love. The capture the flag one I like because it feels the most like a real miniseries DC would publish (out of everything I've written) and I'm really proud of the ways I hid each of their flags and all the betrayals.

I'm tagging @thief-of-eggs <3 and anyone else who wants to do this! ~ please tag me in your post because I'm always looking for and loving writer mutuals <3

[akinachiri]

Jason Todd is Batman's second adopted son after Dick Grayson. In Pre-Nu52 he's li 5 Jasars(?) younger Dick. Nu52 era sucks btw. I only really read the Under The Red Hood Graphic Novel so i'll get some stuff wrong but basically he's fridged (I use that word specifically because even though he wasn't a woman...) at 14 to power Bruce's man pain. if you can't tell already i am a Batman hater (<-spent large amounts of money on Batman comics and hated basically all of them). Jason at the time was very racial ambiguous and was tossed aside right after his gruesome death at the hands of the Joker for "everyone's favorite robin" Tim Drake. """"probably the best robin after dick"""" (can you tell I hate Tim. I hate Tim. idc he's gay with bernard canonically, all his friends are cooler than him, his boyfriend is cooler than him, his OG nemesis is cooler than him. Ra's al Ghul was absolutely nerfed so they could make Timlook cooler in Nu52 era. fuck Tim.)

jason is so cool. his early post crisis era comics are so cool. he's on par with Dick Grayson in this era imo but i'm biased as hell (I'm also a Steph as robin enjoyer. I don't know much about duke or Damian tho so,,,) He's ethnically ambiguous enough that IN UNIVERSE he has been percieved ashispanic, chinese AND white. and that was like. a Problem in the 80s y'know like. Dick Grayson at the time was seen as Very White, and you replace him with a new racially ambiguous kid?

they put to a vote whether to kill off 14 year old Jason. readers would call and mail in their opinions on killing the little guy and he had such an awful brutal death. Like. Awful.

To be honest Bruce is AWFUL to his children and the children under his protection (there... is a difference. Steph is Not his daughter. No. just No.) Jason during this era might've actually gotten the Best Treatment out of ALL of the kids. which is so sad seeing as. well.

Jason,,, comes back "wrong". like he was dead then is revived 6 months later in universe. some stuff happened I will not explain but. in my opinion? he does act... Reasonable in his relation to bruce.

the thing is comics, these characters. have a Character. but you can wear it away, if you bend and twist them for long enough, you can change their character. it's no longer OOC for Thalia al Ghul to act in Some of the way she acts even though a LOT of it directly contradicts her original character back in the 80s. but its the 2023. they messed with her for long enough that you can "she's become a different character. and you can't deny that." samegoes for Jason. so. sadly.

In his,,, first iteration as the red hood. Jason. repeatedly attempts to murder his adoptive father bruce. he disowns himself, he feels that he's been betrayed. tossed out oh so quickly for a new and shinier son (Tim). And what does Bruce do?

Goes for the kill. Something Very Very against MOST of Batman's character. And I think you can say "yeah. it's easy enough to say jason has BPD" with how he's portrayed as having very extreme reactions. I mean this kid wanted to be a Doctor. and now he's 19 and going around vigilante justice style "cleaning up the streets" with beheadings. (I could say that bruce isn't much better but... well this long enough)

In My Opinion. Jason acted on his feeling, that were not unfounded feelings. His actions might've been extreme and hurt Many people. But it's not like Bruce has any ground to stand on on that front.

Jason. Deserved. Better.

So. Much. Better.

i barely know shit about batman but i deeply enjoyed this rant thank u

[rosewood-multifandom-writer]

And the worst part? Antis are sometimes LGBT or have an interest that would get them made fun of or worse, labeled as something serious. Like furry antis are the most ironic antis I’ve ever come across to the point where I don’t even like furries or furry artwork anymore. Ironic how they can say things like anime fans are “pedos,” because they’re opening the floodgates to some obnoxious and toxic anti-furry troll calling them “zoophiles” or insinuating that they want to violate their own pet dogs or someone else’s pets. Or maybe because they did go through that from bullies and people starting harassment campaigns and are repeating that cycle. Either way, it’s sad and ironic.

Resident Evil antis have also ran a non-binary artist and a fanfic writer off of Tumblr because the former shipped Jason Todd with Tim Drake and the latter made dead dove Leon Kennedy fanfics. I personally do not agree with shipping any of the Robins together like that nor do I like dead dove content of Leon Kennedy where he is the perpetrator of hardcore dark fetishes that involve non-con, because it feels very much out of his character, but that does not mean that the constant harassment and bullying is okay. Then again, those people probably sleep super well at night knowing that they ran off two people who have suffered the worst circumstances in their real life before being on Tumblr.

Leon Kennedy is not gonna thank any of these people for “saving” him, he’s pixels on a screen from a video game. Jason Todd and Tim Drake cannot thank any of the people who ran the non-binary artist off the Internet because Jason and Tim are just drawings from comics and cartoons. NONE of these characters have sentience. No fictional character has sentience. A real human being has sentience, and the constant harassment and bullying can and will become too much. If one wants to dismiss this and thinks that these people are “softies” I will say this: if you can mentally handle a large group of people starting a harassment campaign against you, calling you an “incest defender,” “a rape apologist,” or “a pedo” over fanfiction or fanart you made while making callout posts designed to harass you with people sending you death threats or people dehumanizing you and discriminating against you, then congrats. But not everyone can handle it, due to multiple circumstance outside of Tumblr and Twitter.

To end this rant, being LGBT+ and an anti is THE most ironic. Because for years and years, LGBT+ people have had to fight tooth and nail to have the content they want to see without it being censored or seen as scandalous because it’s two men or two women kissing and holding hands like the heterosexual pairings do. People are calling LGBT+ representation “grooming children” or calling LGBT+ people “groomers” because what? They want to see LGBT+ representation that doesn’t involve stereotyping or the creator is forced to ONLY hint at it or censor themselves? Plus, if you can show cartoons of Mickey and Minnie Mouse hugging and kissing, then there should be no issue with showing two female sapphic characters hugging and kissing like Mickey and Minnie Mouse.

Bonus points if an LGBT anti lives in a country where being anything other than cisgender and straight is a crime, which is so many countries. I’ve also seen LGBT antis cheer on and celebrate the Chinese government for throwing a Genshin Impact artist in jail just because they do not like the “pedo” content they make. China’s age of consent is 14, by the way. Not only that, China has legalized conversion therapy camps for LGBT+ citizens.

I could provide more examples, but we’d be here all day. So… TL:DR, antis just come out of the nooks and crannies of certain fandoms and communities to the point where them being antis is ironic, further making that short comic age like a fine wine.

Some of you aren't being progressive as you think you are.

[rev-wrath]

Confessional Kisses

Tim Drake x Reader

Prompt: “i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you” but the kiss proves the exact opposite

Summary: An attempt to prove that (Y/N) and Tim are just friends, doesn’t quite work.

Notes: Fluff. Reader is male and uses he/him pronouns. 0.5k words

“We’re just friends. There’s nothing going on between me and (Y/N).”

The boy in question is walking by at that moment, pausing to listen. They are just friends, that’s true. They’re comfortable around each other, they all are. After all they’re a team, they’re friends. Tim and (Y/N) just happen to understand and know each a bit better than the others.

“We could literally kiss and nothing would happen.”

“Perfect!” Kon, Bart and Cassie all turn to look at him, waving him over. Oh, so they know he was there. It’s not like he was trying too hard to be quiet anyways. Tim honestly doesn’t look that embarrassed that (Y/N) is here now. Just mildly exasperated.

“How much of that did you hear?” He asks as the other walks over.

He responds with a shrug. “Just the last two sentences.” Coming to a stop beside Tim, he faces the others. “We really are just friends. I don’t kn-“

Kon cuts him off. “Okay then kiss!” Gesturing between the two.

“Hey, Tim said that, not me.”

“Oh so if you did kiss Tim-“

This time he cuts Cassie off. “Well I didn’t say that.”

Bart steps up to the plate now. “Alright then do it.” They sound exactly like the teenagers they are.

He turns towards Tim. “This is all your fault.”

“Sorry.” The dark haired boy does actually sound a bit apologetic. “We don’t actually have to do anything we don’t want to.” His tone is softer, more comforting and open.

Sighing, he decides to just get it over with. “They’ll just continue to annoy us and bring this up. I’m okay with this if you are. You’re not the worst person I could kiss.” He’s kissed and dated worse. His best friend? Is his best friend. Tim’s also not bad looking, a mess at times but overall he’s kind of handsome honestly.

“Sorry.” Tim whispers again before pressing their lips together.

They don’t hear the whistling, cheering or clapping. No, the world has just become the two of them. Something just feels right about this, it feels good. It’s not as if something just clicks in them, it’s more as if they’ve noticed something they hadn’t seen before. It’s like walking past something everyday but just now noticing this detail about it. A detail that makes it so much better.

They part and realize that Tim has a hand on the other’s shoulder while he has a hand on Tim’s arm. Remembering their friends are still there they quickly move their hands off each other.

(Y/N) clears his throat, face warm. “There. Nothing’s going on between us, just friends.” Which is an absolute lie and they all know it now.

Tim nods. “Just friends.”

In an attempt to move on, (Y/N) walks away. “I’m in the mood for Chinese food. Anyone else?”

Bart follows him, with a grin. “Italian?”

Cassie gives Tim a look while Kon smiles and winks at him before following to give their opinions.

The two of them are going to have a talk about this. Eventually. Tim just hopes they can get through the meal without too much trouble.

[raineydays411]

Best of friends

Peter Parker x reader, Jason Todd x reader

Summary: You and Jason watch a movie and get closer but what happens when its interrupted?

Finally arriving home, you and the Wayne boys walk into the common room loud as hell. You laugh as you and Tim listen to Damian and Jason bicker about whatever they’re fighting about this time. Something about Batman or whatever. 

If you were to be honest, you weren’t really paying attention. Your mind was on the incident you had with Peter at the Museum. You didn’t understand why he was so cold to you. Never has he ever treated you so cruelly. It pissed you off because he was the one who decided he wanted to ignore you for Liz. Hell, if you really think about it, he basically led you on. Flirting with you and making you believe that he wanted to be with you, only to turn around and fawn over Liz Allen the second he had a chance. 

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Jason cut Damian off and turned to you. Seeing that you were frowning, off in your own world.  He sighed, knowing it was because of that Peter kid.

“Hey babe.” Jason says suddenly, “ Weren’t you gonna order some food or something?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turn to Jason with a smirk on your face, “ You know, for a Wayne, you really have no manners Jaybird.” 

And before he can make a quick retort, you sauntered into the kitchen, looking for the take out menus that seemed endless.  Leaving behind a lovestruck Jason and his two smirking brothers.

“You know” Tim says as soon as your out of hearing range, “Staring at her isn’t going to do anything.” 

“Except frighten her.” Damian mutters looking up at Jason with a roll of his eyes. 

Jason glances at the kitchen, making sure you weren’t able to hear him and them turns to his brothers. 

“I need you two to go away as soon as the food gets here” Jason whispers harshly at the two

“What?” “No way, Todd” The two boys protest, wanting to stay in your company (Damian) and finally eat some food (Tim). 

“ Look, we leave tomorrow, I want to spend some time alone with Y/n”

Damian looks put out, frowning before opening his mouth to say something and getting cut off by Tim.

“Say if we do this for you...what do we get in return?” Tom says smugly

“Wha- you little shit, can’t you just do me this favor?” Jason says exsaperatly, looking to make sure you weren’t coming back. 

“Nope, sorry Jaybird, we’re not Dick.” Tim smirks, “Take over our patrol for two weeks.”

“Two weeks?! No way, three days.” 

“Five days and any cookies Alfred makes goes directly to us.” Damian adds in spite.

“A week.” Jason says sternly

“A week...and the cookies.” Tim finally agrees.

“Ugh fine, you terrorists.” Jason sighs, making the deal as soon as you walk in the room. 

“Who’s a terrorist?” You ask putting your phone in your back pocket.

“Uhh Bruce, he uh, needs these two for some business thing or whatever.” Jason says not so smoothly.

“Business? I thought he was still in that meeting with my father?” You question. tilting your head in confusion.

“What Todd is trying to say, is that because Drake and I will be taking over the business after Father retires, he requires us to sit in on some of his meetings. Unfortunately, that means we have to excuse ourselves.” Damian chimes in, before nudging Tim and standing.

“Aww, but I already ordered the food, you two can’t wait a couple of minutes?”

“My apologies Y/n, it seems like father is quite insistent, perhaps you can save us some leftovers?” Damian replies, not letting Tim talk. 

“Sure Dami” You say sweetly, “ Ill make sure this one doesn’t devour everything”

“Hey!”

 Damian ignores Jasons cries. blushing at your smile and nickname before promptly saying goodbye and leading an amused Tim into the elevator.

“Well,” You sigh, “ I guess its just the two of us again.”

“Well, don’t sound too excited,” Jason huffs, “ You wanna watch a movie or something?” 

“Sure! Hey, maybe I can finally show you Twilight?” 

“Not a chance doll.”

You ended up watching Twilight.  And after the food got here, you both ended up watching New Moon and Eclipse. Jason finally getting into it.

“Why did he kiss her?!” Jason shouts at the screen, jostling you from where you lay on his shoulder. “Jacob has no sense of boundary's.” 

“oh but i thought--” “ I don’t wanna hear it.” Jason cuts you off, leaving you smirking.

The two of you sit in silence, watching the screen. Jason adjusts his body so you’re laying on his chest rather than his shoulder. You shudder as he starts to rub your back in soothing circles. Blushing as you have never been this close to another person. No one other than your family...and Peter. 

You curse yourself for think about him again, still peeved off at his behavior at the museum and the carnival. 

“Hey Y/n” Jason suddenly say, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?” You reply, moving to look up at his face.

“I...I uh, I had fun with you...these past few days.” Jason stutters, refusing to look in your eyes.

“I had fun too Jaybird.. I didn’t know you have a personality outside of moping and glaring at rich people.” You jest, listening to the deep rumbles of his chuckles from your place on his chest.

“Yeah..you bring out the best in me...I guess.” Jason finally looks at you in your eyes, taking your breath away.

“Y/n I-”

“Why is it so dark in here.” Your father says, suddenly appearing in the living room, startling the two of you away from each other.

“Hey is that chinese?” Steve says

“Yeah, Y/n ordered some earlier” Tim

“Would you turn on the lights?” Bruce Wayne asks.

“Yeah its dark” Bruce Banner adds, flicking on the lights. 

“Oh hey kids, whatcha up to” Tony says, finally noticing the two of you on the couch. 

“Um...watching a movie” You stutter, your heart racing and face burning for some reason. You feel like you just got caught making out or something.

“Uh huh..” Tony says suspiciously, taking in both of your embarrassed faces, clothes lines on your face, and flat hair from where you were laying. 

“A movie huh?” Bruce Wayne says, walking beside Tony, “ Jason, I thought you hated Twilight.” 

“It’s not so bad.” Jason says glancing at you. You on the other hand are making silent conversation with your father, as he fights to hold back a laugh and tries not to attack Jason. 

“Hey Mr. Stark, you left your phone in the meeting room-- why is everyone staring at the couches?” Peter asks as he walks in, he turns to see you and Jason, disheveled and embarrassed. He makes a conclusion and for some reason...his heart breaks, “Oh.”

“Oh great” You think to yourself, “I wonder how he’s gonna react to this.”

You roll your eyes, “ So, we saved you some food if your hungry.” 

“Thank you darling, my sweet daughter that wouldn’t hide anything from me.” Tony says sweetly

“Oh can it dad” You reply with a laugh, “Foods on the counter, we’re watching Breaking Dawn in a few minutes.”

You can hear the adults groan as they make their way into the kitchen, you smirk and settle back down next to Jason, slinging your legs up in his lap. 

“Hey, what where you gonna tell me before my dad came in?” You ask looking at Jason.

“Uhh, nothing, it wasn’t that important.” Jason says quickly 

“Okayy” You reply, not really believing him but leaving it alone. 

The adults, plus Damian, Tim, and Peter all come back into the living room, filling the couches and floors as they wait for you to press play. You see Peter look at you and your feet in Jason's lap, before he decides to sit next to Tim and Damian. You frown, Peter always sat with you during movie nights,

“Alright kiddo, lets get this movie night going.” Tony says, gesturing you to press play.

You start the movie and ask FRIDAY to shut off the light. The previous mood being broken, you feel awkward as Jason fiddles with a string on your pants. You can’t settle down as you feel eyes on you. 

You take a quick look around, seeing that everyone is occupied with the movie. Then you make eye contact with Peter. It’s hard to tell in the dark, but you almost see sadness in his eyes, but as soon as you make eye contact he glares and turns his head, watching the movie.

Boy what a weird day.

[apopcornkernel]

chinese tim drake headcanons (that i have no canon evidence for but i don't really care)

his mom is the daughter of two chinese immigrants and his dad is also half-chinese. they both grew up in chinatown and together they built their company from the ground up, and eventually moved to gotham (w/ the rest of their relatives) and settled there.

tim's parents like to remind tim that he's lucky to grow up well-off unlike them, whichhh. leads to the next headcanon—

the reason why he throws himself into his work and neglects his own sleep and well-being is because in his childhood his parents always said, we work so hard to give you all these privileges, don't waste your potential. so now he feels like if he isn't being useful then he doesn't deserve to be provided for.

despite the emotional neglect he still finds it difficult to hate his parents and still feels responsible for them, because ~filial piety~ and also ~guilt-tripping~

when i say guilt-tripping i mean like, them reminding tim that it's because of them that he has a roof above his head and food and money. reminding tim that they are the ones providing for his everything, and tim, darling, you better take care of us when we're older, just like we are doing for you :) it's your duty as our child :)

tim is very disconnected to his chinese culture bc he and his parents were white-passing and they distanced themselves from it bc other rich people can be racist so his parents gradually lost touch w/ their culture in an effort to blend in

tim's parents started constantly traveling abroad after tim's paternal grandparents were caught in the crossfire of a villain's attack. tim's parents were both very close to them and couldn't be in gotham for long without remembering. they sought comfort in each other and in their travels but they ended up neglecting tim in their grief

back before tim's grandparents died and his parents started traveling, there were times all the relatives would gather to have small family celebrations of lunar new year, mid autumn festival, visiting the cemetery on all soul's day, etc. but after tim's grandparents died they stopped and the relatives grew apart.

when tim was younger his favorite thing to do at these family gatherings was make dumplings with everyone. he liked getting red packets too but dumpling making was the best because everyone gathered around a table and talked and laughed and made food together :))

it's been years since he's last seen them; over the years more of his relatives moved out of gotham. (due to. uh. well. the Supervillainy and all.)

one day a few days before the mid autumn festival tim tries searching up how to make dumplings so he can make it in the manor but he realizes it's not like he can find the family recipe online and that anyways it won't be the same if it's only him doing it... :(

but! let's say babs noticed that he was upset over it and she tells the family and they go searching for tim's relatives. they manage to find one of tim's aunts who had moved away from gotham, but would be delighted to see jack and janet's little boy all grown up, and i'm sure the rest of my family miss seeing each other, too, maybe we should have an entire relatives roundup!

so the whole clan meets up again for mid autumn festival and they make dumplings and play dice games and achingly try to close the gap between them. tim's got his own family now but he also wants them, so he tries, and slowly he reconnects with his extended family.

i have literally zero proof for this but tim drake is chinese

[olderthannetfic]

In my fandom (dc comics) I've been seeing a push from some bnfs that fandom should know more canon. Now that's fine and all, but given that there are hundreds if not thousands of comics to possibly read with no order, multiple reboots and contradictions or time travel plots or what have you, there is genuinely just too much to reasonably get through. So this has lead to most of the fandom reading fic as their starting point instead which is more enjoyable and understanding the source material through fanfic and fan headcanons only. But now there's like a divide. People who know canon and people who know fanon. And the canon fans are mad that now they have to debate canon actions of a character with fanfic actions.

Canon: dick grayson suggested tim drake talk to a therapist. Fanon: dick threatened to put tim in arkham asylum. Canon fans: he was just trying to help his brother! Fanon fans: dick called his brother crazy and nearly put him in Arkham against his will, he's not a good brother!

And i get why the canon fans are mad. But like theres only so many hours in the day and this is such a little thing to be mad about. People only knowing fanon isn't a bad thing.Its not that big of a deal but it does certainly create a hostile fandom environment. I get it's annoying having accidentally created the fandom version of Chinese whisper. I do. But being in fandom you are bound to run into the wrong interpretations some time. Just gotta know how to navigate it.

But what are your thoughts about fans getting into fandom without knowing the source material?

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Counterargument: DC fans enjoy suffering and constantly being enraged by wrong opinions or they would not be into comics. ;-)

Okay, but more seriously, I think it's acceptable to get into a fandom without knowing canon thoroughly.

For writers, I think it can be a mistake artistically, but it's not morally wrong or anything.

How much I personally roll my eyes depends on what canon is. RPF I have low standards for because it's hard to say which canon is enough, just like with US superhero comics. Single tv shows not based on other media I kind of think a person should just fucking watch.

A good enough writer can probably write fic I'll like regardless, though I do think consuming canon for yourself usually leads to stronger fic on average than regurgitating other people's fanon does.

For readers, read whatever the fuck you want!

[alyssadeliv]

The Forgotten One

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Chapter 8

Just seeing that dagger, even after years, brought memories that made his heart ache. He remembered giving it to her… It was her 12th birthday, and even being only six at the time he remembered feeling so proud of himself when her entire face lit up at the sight of his present. The yin and the yang always represented their relationship so well. She was the light inside his darkness, and he was the darkness to her light. He still had the other part of the set, from the last time he had ever seen her, it was his most prized possession. It was inevitable that every time he looked at it he remembered her, so he mostly kept the weapon in the back of his closet, carefully protected inside a wooden box, because it was too painful to look at every day.

Now that he was older he wondered if his first actions after discovering his other siblings had anything to do with her death. Something inside him told him he needed to secure a position for himself before his Father decided he wasn't needed anymore. Because that was the norm in the League. You had to fight for your position. The only person he could let his guard down was his sister. He didn’t need to prove himself for her. She looked at him as if the world started and ended at him, and he always had looked at her the same. 

He took her death hard, but he never truly got to mourn her properly. Being tossed aside by his mother to live with the father he had never met, after the most tragic event of his life, was enough to damage lesser children, but he was the Heir of the League. He needed to be strong. So that's what he did, first, he tried to eliminate his competition. But to his surprise, he was berated by not only his Father but his other siblings. 

Being only ten at the time he didn’t know a life without violence. And he had to relearn how to behave in this new world he was left on. Without his sister by his side, he felt incomplete. Being neglected by the Father he looked up to for so long wasn’t easy either. He never once told anyone about her. He didn't see the point. She was dead, and Al Ghuls never dwell on the past. But as a Wayne, he often found himself opening the wooden box and remembering all the happy moments of his life by his sister's side.

That’s why this copycat made him so angry. He recognized the uniform and the weapons being used. The fighting style and the evasion techniques he recognized from his training in the League. Whomever this person was, it had ties to his grandfather's organization. Living almost three years away from the League lifestyle was enough for him to decide to never return. But he couldn’t for the life of him understand why his mother sent someone to taunt him with his dead sister's doppelganger. That was cold even for her, and he knew that Talia would never cross that line because she loved Marianne too. 

It took him almost one week to try to come clean with his family. He needed time to process. In that period of time, their mysterious assassin completed their mission. Damian knew that because a high fashion designer was found dead by the docks a couple of days after their last encounter with the BatFam. There were signs of torture, but the most peculiar thing was that the designer was wearing a tailored suit with the Order of the Miraculi symbol on the back. Gotham police simply linked his death to a Chinese gang, but Damian knew better. He just wasn’t sure what exactly happened. 

He had a theory that after his sister's death, Wang Fu eventually got a new apprentice, and that person now was impersonating his deceased sister to obtain power. Before her death, Marianne was widely known as The Lily of the Desert. Her reputation was incredible. And her Modus Operandi, amazing.

In his sister's memory, he needed to put a stop to this impostor.

“I have not been completely honest with you Father” They were all at the cave, getting ready for patrol. Grayson and Todd immediately stopped whatever they were doing and stared at him as if he had grown another head. Drake nursing a hot cup of coffee didn't seem to have listened to what he said. 

“And what exactly have you been hiding?” Father asks folding his arms in front of him. These last couple of days had been hard on him. Catching the assassin had been his number one priority. 

“I believe that I have information pertained to Gotham's new visitor…” His Father's face darkens. He wore the Batman suit sans the cowl, but he still looked very much intimidating. 

“And why have I not been informed of this sooner?” He asks with a stern tone. Seeing his Father, with arms crossed, made Damian remember the series of long berations he received in his first months living at Gotham. And for some reason, he felt small.

Seeing his youngest reaction, of flinching, he softened his tone. 

“What I mean is… Why not come to us in the first place, surely we could have helped, and-” He was interrupted, a loud signal echoing through the cave signaling that there was a disturbance. Oracle immediately gets to work. 

“There’s a disturbance in Wayne Botanic Garden… The alarm indicated someone broke in. There is no response from the security team there.” The redhead explains the situation. “I don't think it is Ivy. There have been no sightings of her in weeks… She and Harley have been keeping a very low profile.”

“Suit up everyone! We will finish this later Damian. You and Hood are in charge of discovering where this intruder entered the building. Tim, Alfred benched you, stay here with Oracle and go through the security video, find out where this person is staying. Nightwing you are in charge of finding the security team. I’ll deal with whoever it is inside.”

And with that, they were gone.

When they got to the Botanical Gardens it was too silent. The alarm that alerted them wasn’t on anymore. And if they didn't know better it would have seemed a false alarm. 

“New plan, Nightwing and I will enter the building. Robin and Hood are to keep guard on the roof. If you see anything exiting the building notify us immediately.” And he was gone.

Damian got angry, knowing that his Father was punishing him for lying.

“Well, it looks like it’s just you and me baby bird” Todd says with a cheeky smirk. Even with his laid-back attitude, Damian could still tell that he had his guard up. “You stay here, and I’ll take the other side of the building. Call me if you need backup!” Of all of his brothers, Jason Todd was the one he least interacted with. He mostly lived in his apartment, and aside from patrol, he was never home. He liked to think that at some level the oldest understood him. He too was trained by the League for years, and he always wondered what it would have been like to meet him before coming to Gotham. 

Todd didn’t like to talk about the time after his death and Damian respected that. Because he too had difficulty talking about his childhood. Grayson was the one that always pushed them to try and talk about their feelings, and that was one of the reasons he did like his older brother, it kind of reminded him of Marianne.

Even if he did miss his life in the League, life with his Father was without a doubt, better. He was allowed to have pets, something he always wanted. And he wasn’t expected to train until he bled. He was obligated to attend school, and that he didn't like, but in general, he couldn’t complain. 

Suddenly he got movement from his perimetrical vision, and if it wasn’t for his training he might have missed it. Whomever it was, was taking advantage that the roof from the building across from the Gardens didn’t have lighting. 

Throwing caution out of the window Damian went into action. He didn’t need backup. If it was someone from the League, he could take care of it. When he got to the other roof he was immediately attacked. His opponent wasn’t using the weapons Damian knew she had in her possession. At their last encounter, he hadn’t been able to catch a glimpse of who had attacked Drake, but now he could tell it was someone older than him, and she definitely had previous training. He blocked her first punch but wasn’t able to escape the second one. He momentarily lost his air but didn’t let his guard go down. He responded in kind and suddenly they were in heated combat.

On his intercom, he could hear his Father and siblings asking what was happening, but he didn’t have the time to respond. For some reason, their fight suddenly felt like a dance. They were in synchrony with each other and he felt as if he was missing something. The girl was wearing the traditional League attire, with a small symbol of the Order of the Miraculous on her left breast. It was identical to the one his sister would use, and that only helped to fuel his anger. By now the other would be getting there in a matter of minutes, so he had to act fast. Fastly grabbing a Batarang he threw it with all his force. Not expecting it, she couldn’t get out of the way fast enough, and the weapon lodged itself to her right side. Blood immediately started coming out of the wound. He lunged at her. Using her wound as an advantage. But to his surprise, she didn’t seem affected. And was able to block his attacks with ease. He heard some bodies landing on the roof, his family had reached them. But that still didn’t deter him. Punch after punch he started to gain some ground over his opponent. Landing one powerful land on her jaw she falls to the ground defenseless, and her mask dislodged from her face, and now Damian was finally able to see the face of his opponent. He froze. 

Somewhere behind him he hears his Father asking her questions, but it is all muted. A million thoughts pass through his mind, but there are so many that he can’t form a coherent thought. 

“Ashataqat lak ya 'akhy" Comes from her mouth.

He throws himself towards her. He hears Grayson shouting for him to stop, but he can't, it's like his body is moving at its own accord.

Jason sees everything happening in slow motion. From the second they hear fighting sounds from the Demon Spawn’s intercom to when they reach the rooftop where the fighting is taking place. He sees the brutal moves, Robin, lands on his opponent. And if she wasn't an assassin he would feel bad for her. 

She’s injured but that doesn't stop Damian. Dick tries to interfere, but for some reason Bruce stops him. Something he regrets when she’s finally overpowered and is on the ground because even after Dick screams Damian to stop he still goes after the girl. 

But to their surprise, he doesn’t attack her. He throws himself into her arms. She hugs him back, not even caring that her side it’s badly bleeding. She holds him as if her life depended on it. And Damian is no different. Even being at a considerable distance they can see Robin’s shoulders shaking. He's crying, something no one ever saw him doing before.

That sight stunned him. And he can see he is not the only one. Bruce doesn’t seem to know what to do, and Dick looks like someone just kicked his puppy. 

Oh, how Bruce wishes he had heard what Damian had to say earlier.

So last chapter didn’t get a lot of notes... Is the story getting boring? Honest aswers please! I’m posting this chapter today as a birthday present for myself! (My birthday is in 2 days! So exited!) 

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[astronomoney]

can i request 15 and 16 with tim drake? it’s alright if you don’t have time for it, it’s alright

Pairing: Tim Drake x reader (both in their 20s ish)

Prompts: Prompt list 15- “Make me”, 16- “If you don’t put a shirt i’m gonna have to kiss you and who knows where things will go from there”

Summary: Just you and Tim having a nice little date

A/n: i wrote this with a female reader in mind but i also didn’t use any specific pronouns so technically it could be gn!reader. also i have been trapped in the MHA fandom for like a 3 weeks so i couldn’t write anything that even resembled DC characters lmfao. Masterlist

Word count: 1.3k

Tag list: @battlenix

Late Night In

Life as a Gothamite is never boring. Every few days there’s a new murdering psychopath with a clever theme. Like the Riddler who dresses in green and asks, get ready for it… riddles! Some other honorable mentions include Killer Croc the killing crocodile, Mr. Freeze the guy who freezes stuff, and of course who can forget Scarface the dummy with a scar on his face.

All these villains prancing around town made dating a superhero unnecessarily difficult. Date nights were few and far between when there’s a killer clown on the loose. But you didn’t let that get in the way. You made the most of the time you had even if it was less time then you wanted.

It had been almost 3 weeks since Tim had a night off and you were dying to see him. Texting was fine for a week or two and you didn’t consider yourself a high maintenance or clingy person but you could only go so long without him. So when he called to say he had a night off you suggested he come over to your place to watch a movie and have some take out.

Your apartment wasn’t necessarily small but it definitely wasn’t big. The door opened right into a short hallway which led to the kitchen. There was a counter between the kitchen and dining area but nothing in between that and the living room. There were two doors and either side of the living room and the door to the left led into a bathroom while the door to the right was your bedroom.

When Tim arrived a little after 8 he was holding a bunch of roses and a cute stuffed bear with the words “I love you” stitched into its belly. There was a duffle bag slung over his shoulder that most likely held his sparring gear and his costume in a secret pocket at the bottom. He looked tired and smelled like a gym which brought you to conclusions that he did not go home after sparring and instead came straight to you.

He immediately started rambling about how much he’d missed you and how sorry he was for his busy schedule.

“I am so so sorry. It’s been so long since I've had a night off and I know you wanted to go to that movie last week and I couldn't make it and-” You cut him off with a quick kiss.

“Tim. Relax.” You said firmly with a hint of amusement in your voice. “You were saving 6 hostages from a madman with a thing for hats. I don’t know about you but to me that seems a bit more important then some random movie.” You took the flowers so you could admire them before heading towards the kitchen.

Tim closed the door and followed you. “If it’s important to you then it’s the most important thing in the world.” He said, putting the bear on the counter.

You smiled at him and started filling a vase with water to put the flowers in. “That is the cheesiest thing I think I've ever heard.”

“That was romantic and you know it.” Tim smiled back at you. “And I really am sorry for canceling last week.” You could tell in his voice that he felt guilty.

“And I really do forgive you,” You turned your attention to him. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.” His body relaxed and he walked around the counter so he could hug you from behind.

His hands wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulders”How the hell did i get so lucky as to end up with you?” He asked softly. He rocked slightly from side to side as you dropped the roses into the water.

“Oh gross Tim you’re all sweaty!” You exclaimed

“Really? i say that and you’re reaction is ‘Oh gross’. And here I was thinking you loved me.” He said with fake hurt in his voice.

“I’ll love you more if you go take a shower.” You stated, completely unfazed by his guilt tripping attempts.

“Ugh ok,” he sighed lazily while burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“Tim?”

“Yeah?” he murmured in response.

“That means you have to let go.” You tried to break free which only made him hug you tighter.

“Make me.” He started leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck. The soft feeling made your mind go blank for a second and you melted farther into him before pulling yourself out of the daze.

You wriggled out of his grasp and turned around to kiss him before breaking away. “This is really cute and all but you smell like a sewer.”

“Yeah well Bruce said i could only have the night off if i sparred first so i smell like this for you.” He walked backwards toward the bathroom so you were still facing each other.

You shook your head and walked to the living room. “Well then i appreciate your sacrifice.”

He didn’t take long in the shower. You had enough time to grab some blankets for the couch and turn on a Law and Order rerun. The water turned off and about a minute later your boyfriend stepped out.

You didn’t look at him at first, too caught up in the 5 year old fictional court case. He walked over to you and sat down, you leaned back and rested your head on his shoulder. It was then that you actually noticed his lack of shirt. He was a lean sort of fit, not too bulky but not not muscular. You’d seen him shirtless before but the sight still brought a pink tint to your face. You unconsciously let your hands trace his collarbone.

“If you don’t put a shirt on i’m gonna have to kiss you and who knows where things will go from there.” You stated teasingly, pulling yourself out of yet another daze. The doorbell rang interrupting the calmness that had settled over you.

“Are you expecting someone?” Tim asked, turning his head to peer at the door.

“Oh shit, I forgot.” You laughed at yourself and rushed to the door. When you opened it there was a delivery man on the other side holding a bag of chinese food. You thanked and tipped him before closing the door and walked back over to Tim. “I did promise you takeout.” You held up the bag.

After you had dished the food and settled down on the couch you watched the movie. It was nice to be with him again even if you were just watching a movie.

You were nearly asleep, cuddled up next to him on the couch when the end credits started to roll. You stretched and yawned and checked the clock to find out it was already 11:10. It wasn’t necessarily late but it had been a long day for you both. That’s when you decided to ask him the question that had been on your mind since he arrived.

“It’s getting pretty late.” You said standing up to get your dirty dishes.

“Yeah,” Tim followed suit, grabbing his plate and heading towards the kitchen. “I should probably head back now. I don’t want to be out too late, especially not in costume.” He dropped the dishes in the sink.

“Oh right,” you paused “Or maybe... you could stay here tonight.” You suggested. “And tomorrow night… and the night after that?”

“Are-are you asking me to move in?” He questioned a slightly surprised look on his face.

“Well i was just thinking if you lived here then we could see each other a lot more and you wouldn’t have to live in the manor with Bruce but your right it was stupid idea i’m sure they need you there for all kinds of superhero stuff and-” you started rambling before he cut you off.

“I think it’s a great idea!” You were surprised by his response.

“R-really?” You stammered

“Yes really! I’d love to move in with you.”

A/n: i legitimately can’t end a fic to save my life like what kinda half ass ending is that?

[mochegato]

Nannyette

Chapter 4 – It Couldn’t Hurt

Chapter 1       Chapter 3

Tim shifted uncomfortably in the hallway.  He was not looking forward to this despite having volunteered for it.  He took a deep breath to steel himself for the confrontation.  Despite Dick and Kori checking in on Marinette in the hospital (and taking care of her hospital bill) and Dick, Kori, and Mar’i calling her a few days later, nobody had yet broached the identity discussion.  He looked up at the door and knocked.

He tapped his thighs restlessly while he waited for Marinette to open the door for him.  He barely kept his face from registering his surprise when the door was opened by a man.  Was Marinette dating someone?  Was she married?  It never occurred to him to think about her with someone else already.  It made sense though.  Someone as amazing as Marinette was bound to be with someone already.

“Can I help you?”  The man prompted him with a smile.

Tim almost jumped at the sound.  “Hi.  I was looking for Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

“You sound unsure if that’s who you’re looking for.” The man looked at him unsure.

“No.  Sorry. My name is Tim Drake.  I’m Dick Grayson’s brother.  Marinette was watching my niece when the attack on the zoo happened.  We wanted to check in on her and make sure she is still doing okay.”  He said more confidently.  “Dick would have come but he wanted to stay with his family and I pass by here on my way home anyway.” Tim lied easily.

“Ahh, so you’re Tim.” Adrien smiled at him.  Tim stared at him unsure what to say.  What did that mean?  Had she been talking about him?  She must have talked about him, how else would her boyfriend…husband? have heard of him. “It’s nice to meet you.  I’m Adrien.  I’m Marinette’s roommate/best friend/brother whichever you want to go with.” Adrien gave him a disarming smile and holding out a hand to him.  Noticing Tim’s expression he added, “Don’t worry, she’s only said good things about you.”

Tim shook his hand as another voice sounded from behind Adrien, “Did you say Tim?”  The voice didn’t sound like Marinette’s though.  Adrien chuckled and pushed the door open a bit to reveal a woman walking toward them.  “She was right, he is cute.  Hi, I’m Luz.  I’m Marinette’s friend and this idiot’s girlfriend.  It is very nice to meet you.”

“Love you too, Luz.” Adrien grinned pulling her over to him and kissing the top of her short black hair.

“Sorry, you were asking about Marinette.” Luz prompted. “She’ll be really happy to hear you were so interested.”

“Right,” Adrien interjected before Tim could respond. Tim looked over to Adrien and immediately was on guard.  Adrien had the same look in his eyes as Dick before he interfered in one of their lives. “You know, Luz and I were just talking about cancelling our plans tonight so we could stay home and watch Marinette. Today was harder on her than she had expected it to be.” He gave Tim an overly happy smile.  “But, if someone else could stay with her, that would help us out a lot.  I don’t suppose you would have time tonight.”

Luz’ eyes bugged out at Adrien and she slapped his arm.  “You can’t ask him to do that!  That is so rude.”  

Adrien pouted at her but Tim interrupted before she could lecture him more.  “No!” Tim cleared his throat.  “No,” he started, calmer this time, “I… uh… I can do that.  If you don’t think Marinette would mind.  We wanted to talk to her about a few logistical things anyway.”

Adrien’s eyes lit up and his smile grew impossibly wider.  “Perfect!” He exclaimed, grabbing his and Luz’ coats.  “She’s just getting out of the shower.  Feel free to get comfortable.  There’s food and drinks in the fridge.  I don’t know if she’ll be up for discussing logistics tonight though.  Like I said, she wasn’t expecting today to be as hard on her as it was and she’s pretty tired.  I think a nice relaxing night is all she can handle.”

Luz looked at Adrien incredulously but didn’t try to stop him.  She shook her head and turned to Tim as she put on her coat.  “Thank you for this.  We should only be a few hours, but don’t feel like you have to wait for us. She should be fine, we were really just going to stay to keep her company.  It’s not like she’s in any danger.  She’s past the danger period.”

“Not a problem.” Tim smiled reassuringly at them. “After everything she did for Mar’i, we are more than happy to help any way we can.”

Tim closed the door behind them with a deep breath. He really hoped Marinette wouldn’t get upset about him being there.  It couldn’t hurt, right?  She’d understand why he wanted to talk with her.  He turned to take off his coat and observe the apartment.  It was a warm feeling apartment with lots of pictures of Marinette and Adrien, together and in groups of their friends.  It was clear they were extremely close and had been for a very long time.  He smiled at a picture of Marinette when she was a teenager from high above Paris.  He studied the picture closer.  If he didn’t know better, he’d swear it was taken from the top of the Eifel Tower…

He was startled out of his focus when he heard a door opening and another closing.  He wondered if she was going to come out or just fall asleep.  He sighed, plopped down on the couch, and pulled out his laptop.  If he was going to be waiting alone for a while, he might as well get some work done.

A few minutes later he heard bare feet padding towards him from behind.  He was going to look up to see Marinette as she walked in, but he wanted to send the email he had just finished writing first.  He finally looked up when she rounded the corner of the couch.  Her eyes were closed and she was wrapped in a thick blanket. She plopped on the couch and fell over. He just barely got his laptop out of the way before her head hit his lap.

“I told you guys to go out.” She grumbled at him. “I don’t need a babysitter.  I am a babysitter.  I’m just tired and a pillow would be more comfortable than your lap anyway.”

Tim chuckled at her.  He grabbed one of the couch pillows and gently tucked it under her head.  “Better?” He asked quietly.

“Hmmm,” she responded affirmatively, eyes still closed. “Now go.  I’ll turn on a show and fall asleep to the sound in a few minutes anyway.  There is no reason for you to stay.  Go on your date.”

“I would but I don’t have a date tonight.” Tim said with a smile.  “My only plans for tonight were to come check on you.”

Marinette’s eyes flew open and she slowly turned her head to him, apprehension clear in her eyes.  As soon as she saw him she squeaked and sat up straight.  She swayed slightly in response to the rapid change in blood pressure.  Tim moved quickly to grab her and guide her slowly back to lay down on the pillow.

“I’m so sorry.  I saw short black hair and assumed you were Luz.  I’m so sorry.  I didn’t even really look.”  Marinette rushed out.

Tim smiled kindly at her and gently shushed her. He started carding his fingers through her hair to calm her down.  Adrien had told him that her body had already gone through a lot of stress today, he didn’t want to add any more.  “It’s okay. I got that.  You need to lay down though and let your body relax.  Do you want me to leave?”

She wanted to object but his hands felt too good in her hair.  It felt like they were pulling away the tension with each stroke.  “No,” she admitted closing her eyes again.  “I don’t want to keep you here if you have places to go though.  I really don’t need a babysitter.  Adrien’s just… Hey, where are Adrien and Luz anyway?  And how did you get in here?”

“I came by to check on you.  Adrien answered the door and let me in.  He and Luz went out on their date and asked if I’d be okay with staying for a little while.”  Tim said calmly, trying to assure her he was more than okay with staying with her.  “I would just go home and work on some paperwork alone anyway so I really don’t mind.  It’s nice to have someone else with me for a change.”

Marinette looked up at him unconvinced.  “Are you sure?  Adrien really shouldn’t have imposed on you like that.”

“I’m fine,” he assured her again.  “I might order some food, but I wanted to talk with you alone anyway.  Are you hungry for anything?”

“No, I’m just tired.”  She closed her eyes and turned on her side to get in a more comfortable position.  

“Have you eaten anything since lunch?” Tim asked knowingly.

She sighed.  “No, but I’m really not that hungry.”

“Did you eat anything at lunch?”

She turned to glare at him “No...”

“I’ll order food for us,” he decided with a determined nod.  “What do you feel like?  Pizza? Sushi?  Chinese?  Italian? Indian?”

She huffed at him.  “Fine.  Chinese, please.”

Tim nodded at her and after getting her order, called one of his favorite places to deliver for them.  He started stroking her hair to help her relax as he ordered. After a few minutes of silence and evened out breathing, Tim was convinced she was asleep and turned back to his laptop.  Marinette sighed contentedly and snuggled a bit further into the pillow.  “I suppose you want to talk about me knowing your identities.” She said tiredly.  “I haven’t told anyone, and I won’t.  I know how important secret identities are.”

He looked back at her surprised.  “Yes, but it can wait.  You’re too tired right now.  Maybe we can talk about where you learned those moves and how to stay that calm when we discuss the identities.  We saw the security video.  You were really impressive.  It looked like you had training.  I think you could probably keep up with us.”

She blushed at the compliment and angled her face more into the pillow trying to hide the blush.  “It’s not my first time in a dangerous situation.  We had them almost constantly in Paris for a few years. The goons were practically easy compared to some of the stuff we went through.”

“Yeah, we’re definitely talking about that comment later.” He stated with concern.  “For now, sleep.  Adrien said you had a rough day and I can wake you up when the food gets here.”

“Pft,” she scoffed.  “It wasn’t rough, my body is just a wimp right now.  All I had to do was give a presentation that I already had prepared.  I just had to talk and point and that kicked my ass.”

Tim chuckled at her and continued stroking her hair.  “Yeah, concussions tend to do that.”

They were quiet for a few minutes relaxing with each other’s presence until Marinette spoke up quietly.  “Is Dick firing me?”

“What?” Tim exclaimed louder than he meant to, jerking up and knocking Marinette off the pillow.  “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized as he tried to get her resituated. “Absolutely not.  He’s so impressed and happy with you I think he’s going to try to add you to the family.  I’m pretty sure I saw ‘how to adopt a legal adult’ in his search history.”

Marinette smiled in relief.  “Good.  I was afraid you guys were going to be upset with me or want to distance yourselves from me. But it wasn’t my fault.  Dick said it was okay to hide anywhere in the apartment when we played hide and seek and he left his suit in his closet.  I mean, I suspected before, but that was pretty definitive.” She babbled out quickly.

“Yeah, that… sounds like Dick.” Tim sighed.  

“I’d really miss Mar’i and you… all of you.” She added quickly.

“We’d miss you too.” He promised her.  “Mar’i would be heartbroken… and she wouldn’t be the only one.” He added quietly, continuing threading his fingers through her hair as he stroked it.

She hummed at him and sighed happily again, her breathing evening out again.  Tim opened his laptop on the side and started finishing some work. "That feels nice" she mumbled sleepily after a few minutes. "I like the way your hands feel."  He paused his ministrations and gaped at her, wondering how much of what she said he should take seriously. She was pretty out of it and concussions make you say strange things… but she had seemed pretty cognizant earlier and she did seem to enjoy him running his fingers through her hair. Did she like it because it was him or was it just the motion she enjoyed and anyone doing it would get the same reaction?  But she did say his hands… A blush took over his face as he started carding his fingers through her hair again.

After seemingly no time at all, the food arrived.  Tim jumped up to get the food, after carefully extracting himself from under Marinette, and set it all out for her, not allowing her to help with anything.  She rolled her eyes, but let him finish.  He watched her intently as she took her first bite.  She was determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right and eating was actually what she needed, more than sleep at that moment. But against her will, she let out a happy groan as soon as the food touched her tongue.  “So you like that food,” he commented with a smug smile.

She looked up at him with narrowed eyes, “I’m going to return this favor, you know.  Next time you’re so caught up in something you forget to eat, I’m going to find you and make you eat.”

He chuckled at her, “I’m sure Dick and Kon would appreciate the help forcing me into healthy eating and sleeping habits.”

She quirked her head to the side.  “Is Kon another brother?”

He smiled, looking down at his food, “No, no. He’s my partner.”

“Oh,” Marinette said quietly, lowering her eyes to her food.  So Tim hadn’t meant all those things he said, or rather, he did but as just a friend.  But that was okay… well no, it sucked really badly.  She had really loved the idea of them together and had been fantasizing about kissing his perfect lips.  But it made sense.  Tim was amazing, so of course he was already with someone.  

But still, he was fun to be around and he was Mar’i’s uncle, so if friends was how he wanted the relationship to progress, she’d agree.  She just needed to adjust how she reacted to his comments and stop thinking of how much she wanted to kiss him.  He didn’t want her like that.  She looked back up at him with a strained smile, “I’d love to meet him sometime.”  He smiled back excitedly, happily anticipating incorporating her into his life.

Chapter 5          

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[catxsnow]

AFTER HOURS chapter eight

Summary: Enemies to the public, friends to their close ones, friends with benefits between them. Rival companies and an attraction that can’t be ignored.

Tim Drake x reader

Warnings: swearing, mature content, smut, 18+ only, mention death of parents, car crash mentions.

A/N: a little earlier than my usual posting time but I didn’t get the chance to post last night so! 

Word count: 3.5k

"What?"

Fuck.

Fuck, she hadn't meant to say that out loud. (Y/N) didn't know what came over her to blurt the words out. Hell, she didn't even know if she meant them. It was only two weeks ago that she realized that maybe there was more to their relationship than fucking. Then again, her feelings were probably there for a long time and she just couldn't accept them.

It was easier to push people away than it was to be hurt by them. Pushing Tim away was so easy for so long. It was easy to say that any feeling she had for him was simply just lust. They're long chats were always supposed to be 'just business' but the more she thought make, the more she realized they weren't.

They were about family, hardships, dreams, aspirations. Their chats were filled with so much knowledge of one another that she forgot that everything she knew about him wasn't just common to everyone. Tim opened up to her more than he did to anyone else - including Bruce, or Kon, or even Steph.

"Fuck," She muttered. (Y/N) pulled herself off of Tim, ignoring the sticky layer that covered them both from just having sex. She pulled a shirt of hers over her head and aimlessly searched the floor for some pants. Tim was still in shock by what she had just said to him. She loved him?

The same kind of love that he had in his heart every time he thought of her? The same love that kept him up at night wondering, hoping, that one day it would be reciprocated? 

He finally snapped out of his daze and stopped her frantic movements. Tim gripped her biceps, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were glossy as she tried to hold herself together from this utterly embarrassing moment. How could she say something like that too him at a time like this?

Tim's jaw was tight as he thought. She couldn't guess what was going on inside that head of his. Judging her. Trying to figure out a way to let her down easy. Ways to escape and never see her again. Maybe he was wondering how she was stupid enough to fall in love with her fuck buddy.

Fear of losing him - not the same kind of fear that she felt only an hour ago. This loss would hurt far worse. Knowing that he was within arms reach and never being able to grasp him again. Fuck, that hurt more than any other loss she could bare with him. 

She was shocked when he harshly crashed his lips against hers. He was so rushed that their teeth and noses clanked together - something that never happened with them. They were always so perfectly in sync, knowing the movement of the other person before they even did it.

Tim pulled away as she never reciprocated the kiss. Truth was, she was far too surprised to even move. She expected harsh words and abandonment. Even after all his promises, she still found it hard to believe that he would keep them true. Not because she didn't trust him, but because she knew herself, and that people tended not to stick around.

He slid his hands up her arms until they cupped the base of her neck, thumbs against her jawline. For the second time that day, he wiped the tears that spilled down her cheeks. While before she was scared that he had left her, now she was petrified he would leave her for good.

"I love you, (Y/N) (L/N)," Tim confessed. His voice was barely above a whisper but it was clear as ever. Her bottom lip trembled at the sudden change of emotions whirling. She went from frightened to complete adoration. Tim loved her. She felt her heart swell with every feeling she had been bottling up.

She broke out into the biggest, happiest smile he had ever seen her give. Tim Drake wasn't the man that she thought she needed in her life, but he was the one that she was sure as hell lucky enough to have. He built her up without giving her false hope and was there for her when she couldn't achieve something herself.

Tim tilted her chin up. He brushed his lips against hers, testing to see if this was what she truly wanted. This wasn't a game or a joke, this was his heart on the line. As much as he trusted her, the sinking feeling of weariness and doubt always struck in the back of his mind. He couldn't get his heartbroken again, not by her.

She found herself reaching towards him as he pulled back. She didn't crave his lips, she need them. His kiss was soft at first, until the intensity of all their feelings finally exploded. She held onto him like he was the only thing keeping her from collapsing in the whirlwind they were caught in.

"I love you, Tim," She never wanted this kiss to end. Being in his arms, filled with the love she never thought she'd feel again, it was life changing. Tim pulled her back again, unable to stop. His need for her kiss was greater than anything, more powerful than the sun. He needed her like he needed air.

"Why now?" Tim blurted out. After all these years, why was now the time that she finally admitted that she had feelings for him? What had caused this shift? (Y/N) sighed as Tim dropped his arms. She ran a hand down her face and sat on the edge of her bed. Tim grabbed his pants from the floor and tossed over hers before joining.

"A month ago you told me that we've been doing this for years and that ruining it by letting emotions take place was unacceptable," Tim thought back to that night. She was so head strung about not attending his gala. "What could have possible changed over a single month?"

"Everything," she looked over at him. Truth was, she couldn't pin point the exact moment of change. She didn't know when she truly cared for him as more than a companion - but she knew when she realized it. The day of that stupid gala. The stupid gala that led to their picture being everywhere and hearing him say that she was nothing in his life.

Feeling that hurt made her realize how important he was to her.

"You're the only person that's always been here for me, Tim," she played with her fingers, trying to calm her nerves. It didn't work. "My parents, my company struggles, self-doubt. Every time I'm on the verge of giving up, it's you that's there to help me back up. You've supported me for so long and... and I was never able to give that to you.

"I'm sorry, for being so cut off for so long. I'm sorry that for the entire time that I've known you that I've been so held back by fear that I wasn't able to realize what you mean to me. You deserve better, you deserve the world. Everything changed when I saw the way you lit up because I went to your gala after four years. I didn't realize how much it meant to you.

"I'm sorry that-"

"Stop," Tim cut her off. He grabbed her hand to stop her from fidgeting. "Stop apologizing. I know why you were the way you were, and I'm not upset at it. I understand the struggle of not being taken seriously and I don't want you feeling guilty over something like this. I had my part to play as well - I could have told you long ago how I felt and I never had the guts to."

"How long?" she asked, suddenly curious. She might not have been able to remember the time she looked as him as more a fuck buddy - but he might have. Maybe his answer would have sparked her own memory.

"Two years ago," he chuckled to himself. His cheeks were tinted pink with embarrassment at just how long he had been keeping this to himself. "The night that you told me your favourite memory with your parents. Seeing your face light up with pure happiness and the way you spoke of them so highly. It reminded me of my own parents - and how much they would have liked you."

"We ordered Chinese food and stayed up till four in the morning talking about how easy life was when we were kids," she remembered that night. Tim nodded - it was the first time that she had stayed for hours. "I got scared by a bird hitting the window and dropped my entire plate of noodles on myself. You laughed so hard that you started snorting."

"It was the first time I got to see you wear my clothes," Tim smiled. He didn't realize how hot she could wear one of his shirts and a rolled up pair of basketball shorts. "After you left I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop seeing your smile or hearing your laugh. I realized in those endless hours of staring at my ceiling that I wanted to spend my life with you."

"Why didn't you say anything?" She asked.

"You never wanted anyone to know what we did - much less if there was anything more between us," Tim shrugged. To be honest, he still didn't. "I didn't want you to feel pressured and I certainly didn't want to risk losing you. The wait was worth it."

She smiled at how lucky she was to have Tim. He was so patient with her that she felt like she didn't deserve someone as good-hearted as him. Tim kissed the back of her hand, followed by her forehead, and lastly, her lips. The wait was well worth it. He'd wait a thousand lifetimes for her.

"What now?" He asked. What was going to happen between the both of them? A hidden relationship? A risk that Gotham would spread hate because the CEO's of rival companies loved each other? Things were complicated in their lives, and he wasn't sure what she was willing to put on the line.

"Now... Now I stop living my life in fear."

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"We don't have to do this."

(Y/N) paced back and forth trying to calm her nerves. Tim sat on the edge of his bed watching her movements. She was nervous, but that was to be given. After years of working hard to make sure that she was going to be taken seriously, she was just going to tear it all down. Today was going to be the make or break of Gotham's faith in her.

It was a simple plan. Go to a coffee shop together, let the paparazzi's take their pictures, see what the media was going to say. It was the best way to dip their toes in the water to see what the people of Gotham would think of their 'new relationship'. There had already been speculations since the gala - this would just confirm some of them.

She was scared. Horrified. Not because the people would react badly, but if they reacted well to the news. For over four years she felt as if she needed to cut herself off from anything personal - these were the best years of her life and she had put all of her energy into her company because she felt like it was needed.

What if it wasn't? What if she had wasted all these years for some bullshit stigma the city made her believe? She didn't know if she could live with that guilt. Her parents wanted her to experience her best life, she would have let them down if she had deprived herself of love for years.

"Yes we do," She stopped her pacing to look at him. The cuts and bruises on his face had finally healed over, but the ones lacing his body still held him back. Tim still refused to tell her what really happened. "I've been lying to myself for too long about these feelings, I can't lie to the public anymore too."

Tim patted the spot beside him. She reluctantly sat, though her leg wouldn't stop bouncing. He grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips before setting them back down on his lap. (Y/N) had every right to be nervous. This wasn't just her own life on the line, it was her company's - and his.

Just as she was worried for her own company, Tim was nervous for his. Bruce entrusted him to keep it going, and he couldn't let him down. They needed that money to fund their activities, they needed Wayne Enterprise to keep at it's highest potential.

"Whatever happens, we're in this together, okay?" Tim assured her. "I'm not going to leave you. I promised you that already and I'm sticking with it. Vicki Vale can say all she wants, she doesn't know the truth unless we want her to know the truth. We've got a plan, right? Start off easy and go from there."

"You're right," she nodded. They were in control of this situation, no one else. With Tim by her side, she could accomplish anything. When she was with him, she always felt in control of her life. He had a way of making her feel confident in herself without even realizing it. "We can do this."

She looked over at him, the nervous smile still on her face. It melted away with his kiss. His kiss that always made everything better, that always felt so right. Being with him, actually being with him, she felt as if she was on the clouds. These past few days had felt so surreal that she couldn't tell when she was dreaming and when she was awake.

Nights together, mornings in each others arms. Cooking meals with each other and being able to relax at the end of a long day with shows that neither of them knew they both liked. Mundane tasks that made her feel like a normal adult, not one with the weight of a billion dollar company on her shoulders.

It was a life she didn't know she needed until getting a taste of it.

Tim Drake was her life, for a long time, she just didn't know it at the time. He was the one that was there for her no matter what. She just hoped that when the time came, she could be there for him as well. Tim was a strong man, he didn't emotional easily and she feared that when he did, it would be when he was truly broken.

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"Everyone's staring."

"Let them."

To no surprise, as soon as one person saw them together, everyone crowded around. Whispers from tables beside them. Camera flashes from inside and outside the coffee shop. Stares and not so secret glances. People were shocked to see them together - and everyone knew damn well who they were.

From the moment he opened the door for her until now, they had all eyes glued to them. She felt the pressure to act like the people always wanted to see her as - prim, proper, and professional. It was Tim that kept assuring her to act like herself, to show the real her for once.

The barista wasn't sure what she was more shocked by - Tim buying himself and (Y/N) coffee or the one-hundred dollar tip he left. Either way, she served them with a smile on her face and a whisper of 'I knew it'. She didn't sound judgmental - she sounded supportive.

More people accumulated but no one dared to interrupt.

Tim reached across the table to grab her hand. He could feel the tapping of her foot and the nervous shake that she had. This was the most horrifying thing she had done in her life and it should have felt so easy. She was spending time with the one she loved, and it was still petrifying.

"Hey," Tim called. "We're in this together. No one else here matters. Whatever comes next, we're going to get through. I promise." She nodded her head at his words. He was right. There was no need to worry when she had him by her side. Her parents would be proud of her no matter what and she was still making Gotham a better place.

He suddenly drew a small heart into the back of her hand, silently telling her that he loved her. She smiled at the action.

The same barista from before came back with a hot pot of coffee in her hands. "Refill?" They both nodded at the same time. She poured them each another full mug, but hesitated before leaving. Tim looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to spill what she had to say. "I know this isn't my place - like at all - but, I always thought you guys would be good for each other."

Tim looked between both the women. "Thank you," he smiled. The barista matched it and headed back towards the counter she was stationed at. "See, there's nothing to be worried about." Tim squeezed her hand while sipping his coffee with the others. He shot her a wink over the lip of his mug.

There was that stupid flutter that filled her chest again. The one that only happened when she was with him and the one that she brushed off for years thinking that it was nothing but lust. God she felt so stupid for pushing him away for as long as she did.

Tim always filled her heart with emotions. Fear, anger, lust, love. It was always easy to clump it all into one emotion that she knew how to control. She knew that sex with him always seemed to fix her problems when in reality, it was just making everything worse. 

Her heart dropped at the sight of an unwanted, familiar face. 

"You spoke too soon," she muttered, watching as the person she dreaded most walked up to them. Vicki Vale had a snide smile on her face and a notepad in her hand. There was no hesitation in her eyes as she approached them, fully ready to impose on their date and turn it into an interview.

"Mr. Wayne," Vicki looked over to Tim, not even meeting (Y/N)'s eye. He slowly retracted his hand from hers - hoping that it wouldn't upset her. The movement went unnoticed by Vicki. "A pleasure as, always. I was hoping to ask you a few questions."

"Actually-"

"Actually, Ms. Vale," (Y/N) cut Tim off. Her voice instantly went from nervous to assertive. She sat up straight and narrowed her eyes as Vicki looked over to her. Tim bit into his bottom lip to stop the smile from spreading on his face for what was about to happen next. This was the moment that she dreaded most and she was taking it so well.

"Tim and I are in the midst of a date," she emphasized using his first thing - something that she had never done in the media before. It was always Mr. Drake - or Mr. Wayne. "If you have any questions about either of our companies, feel free to stop by during business hours."

"Personal questions.... actually," Vicki pursed her lips. Her hand was on her hip. If looks could kill, she'd be dead ten times over already. "And I was asking Mr. Wayne."

"That's a shame, Ms. Vale," Tim coughed, catching her attention. "You could have gotten the story of the year if you hadn't been so rude to my lovely date." He stood up suddenly, ushering her to do so as well. They walked past Vicki, her eyes latched onto them and their joined hands. "Have a nice day."

It was the fakest smile that she had ever seen him make. The two left the coffee shop without another word, waving to the barista as they passed. She held his hand with a death grip, worried that they might have been too rash against Vicki - she had lots of influence over the city, enough to make her worried.

"Holy shit, Tim," she breathed out as soon as she got a breath of fresh air. Her heart was racing from the confrontation. The strictness in Tim’s tone and the way that his hands bundled into fists from how rude Vicki Vale was being. "That was so hot."

"Glad you think so," Tim hid his grin. Her grip loosened as she became more relaxed. The distinct sound of camera's shuttering behind them could still be heard, but that was to no surprise. "What do you say, should we give them a real show?" He raised an eyebrow, referring to the paparazzi's behind them.

"Why not?" Tim stopped her, cupping her cheek with one hand and getting his hand firm against her waist. His lips were hesitant against her for the first time since they had met. He didn't want to give the cameras too much, but if they wanted to prove a point - that was the best way how. "I love you," her voice was so quiet he barely heard.

"I love you."

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