#AFAB Tim Drake

[dark-dragon-8]

I want to see a fic where Tim and some other Batfamily member do the whole "I don't feel so good" "Maybe you're pregnant" meme, but the Batfamily doesn't know he's trans. So what happens is, he's actually panicking, thinking he may have forgotten to take his pills before sex and noting how he didn't get his period in a while (as a girl, I can confidently say that my period always feels like it's coming late or not coming at all, IDK you just forget when you're supposed to get it if you're not too attentive to it).

Que the Batkid that told him that (let's say it was Jason) laughing his ass off because Tim is actually worried about this, he's a man, he can't get pregnant yet for some reason he's getting worried.

Fast forward a week later, on the next family dinner, when Tim announces his pregnancy (the results came back positive) and lets the family know he was AFAB both at the same time. They're all speechless, not knowing if they should be worried, excited or just accepting & happy for him (which they were going to be anyway).

Bonus: In the background, Jason is blue screening because, he was right?!? And does that mean Tim would've kept on going on patrol and live life as normal if he hadn't said anything?! God, this kid, he's going to be the death of them all.

[I might actually write it, honestly, I just need to find the time, but I also want to read this from someone else's perspective on the story, so feel free to use this and please 🙏 do recommend some fic recs if you know/have any]

[mik3stuff]

ngl I love this in fandoms when a small fraction of the queer community simply decides that "we have too few transfem characters, what to do? hm I know! let's take that male character with extreme loser vibes and wet cat core and headcanon her as transfem! just for fun!" and then someone takes it to analyze and- wait, why does this headcanon actually even make sense…?

[necrotic-nephilim]

for the ask game

tim creates a clone of kon, but this is dicktim tim has to carry the fetus or breastfeed it, but dick suddenly gets a mommy kink and immediately falls in love

for the ask game!

DICKTIM MOMMY KINK. how did you know i have such a thing for just about any Batcest ship where the other person calls Tim mommy. i don't even know why i just think that shit is so fun.

it'd have to be Omegaverse for me, that's the only scenario i personally could write m-preg. i like the thought of no one knowing that Tim has gone on this crusade. and after 99 failures, Tim's so desperate and angry he tries in vitro fertilization. the first few times it doesn't work so he doesn't take it too seriously, at this point it's just a compulsion. he gets to a point he stops taking the pregnancy tests. so when about a month later, he's experiencing morning sickness and he's missed his heat, Tim has an 'oh, shit.' moment. and well. telling Dick first is his *natural* answer. (i think he'd also go to Steph, but in canon she'd be "dead" at this point) Tim doesn't know what to do, he didn't think he'd get this far. Dick is comforting and grounding, agreeing to help Tim hide this the best he can. Tim has to time it right, fake a bad injury so it makes sense he's benched and wearing baggy sweaters for a few months.

it's platonic at first. Dick is an alpha but his bond with Tim is more of a pack bond and he's just trying to help Tim through this awkward situation he got himself into. (and not laugh at him too much in the process bc well. only Tim. only Tim could manage this.) the pregnancy hormones have Tim all over the place. he's seeking comfort and Dick is trying to keep it platonic and professional, even when he's cuddling Tim or bringing him weird cravings at 2 am. the trust in Dick and Tim's bond makes Dick Tim's only real support system. (also just bc the Titans were a goddamn mess in this era) maybe at some point they tell Bruce the truth but Bruce is dealing with Jason so. bigger fish. it forces them closer as Dick is the only one who can help Tim with the awkward sides of pregnancy. Dick is basically living with Tim and because Tim can't satiate the itch to be in the field (he's tried sneaking out, it earned him a lecture from Dick and a warning that Dick would handcuff him to the radiator if Tim tried that again) so Tim runs comms. for anyone who asks, but mostly for Dick, to the point he's in Dick's ear even when Dick doesn't need the backup, just to keep each other company.

i think, as the pregnancy went on and Tim's chest started to fill out and his hips are bigger, that's when Dick's feeling shift. one second Tim is just his pack, the next Tim is suddenly a very pretty, very vulnerable omega that's Dick is protecting and his wires get all kinds of crossed about it. he starts dousing himself in scent blockers so Tim doesn't notice the change, can't smell how much Dick wants him. which makes Tim annoyed because Dick's scent has been a consistent calming factor keeping the worst of his hormones in check. it'd lead to an awkward fight where Dick is dancing around the truth and Tim just wants to bite him out of anger. finally, Dick admits it and. Tim kind of bluescreens bc sure he's had a crush on Dick for years, but it's sort of like your celebrity crush calling you up and asking for a date. it makes no sense and he can't wrap his head around it. he almost thinks Dick is making fun of him, because Tim is super self-conscious about the pregnancy and mortified he put himself in this situation. it takes a lot of reassurance and a long conversation, but. well, they do end up having sex.

Dick doesn't *mean* to call Tim mommy the first time. he knows Tim hates being emasculated as an omega, and knows Tim is vulnerable about being pregnant. their sex is gentle, no matter how much Tim insists he can take it because Dick doesn't want to hurt the baby, or Tim. it's when Tim finally huffs with annoyance and flips them over -reminding Dick that Tim is still trained and deadly, even like this- to take control and actually get the rough sex he needs right now, when it slips out. there's something just very pretty about Tim taking control and taking what he needs from Dick, but still being whiny and squirmy on top of him. so the first time Dick calls him mommy is an accident and they're *both* startled by just how much they like it. their sex life goes from soft and caring to *very* interesting overnight, where Dick doesn't hide how much he likes Tim's chest. and well. breastfeeding kink. for completely scientific reasons, of course. just to help the milk flow and make sure Tim's body is adjusting well. definitely not bc of the noises Tim makes when Dick does it no sir.

when Tim finally has the clone baby, they're both smitten with this tiny clone. i think they'd end up mating and either say it's Dick's baby or they adopted it. (the lie only works short term bc well, sooner or later that baby's going to start lifting trucks. not to mention Kon does come back to life and is perturbed by how much Tim's kid looks like him.) it's a very cute, fluffy happily ever after sort of deal, with plenty of mommy kink. i think Tim would be huffy and annoyed at how long he'd have to wait for sex bc in my mind, Tim uses sex as a stress relief and is very annoyed when he's deprived of it so, they'd find creative ways around it.

[methylphenidatedreams]

had a dream that disney was making a teeny bopper tv show about tim drake and they made him an pansexual indigenous woman and also bernard is now called Bowie Dowd

[ms-nesbit]

west of wabash (chapter two of sweet home chicago)

jason todd x reader

rating: 18+

warnings: jason has feelings?, fluff, masturbation

summary: jason and y/n meet for their first date. that night makes for many firsts.

chapter one here

News broke to Gotham sooner than Jason returned to the shared suite. By the time he stepped off from the elevator, he was pestered by none other than Stephanie Brown.

“Soooooo,” she sang, bubbly with each letter, “Tim told me you met someone.” He briefly hung up, following the action with a text.

Next, Duke, with a subtle message, ‘Go get em, Jay. ps, bring home Garrett's’

As Jason reentered the suite, he was greeted by Dick. “Hey Jason.”

“Dick?”

Sighing, Dick sat up on the armchair. “I understand you might be upset. I already sent a message telling everyone that your matters are private, and I had a talk with Tim.”

Jason's shoulders relaxed, the tension falling from them like an avalanche. “That's…thanks, Dick, ‘cause I keep getting messages and-”

“Man of the hour!” Tim erupted, thumbs up and smile wide as he entered the living room. “So you excited for tonight? Need help picking out an outfit?”

And again, a blizzard of irritation plummeted Jason, tone shifting quicker than Tim acknowledged. “I'll be fine. Just…leave me alone till after, got it? Not in the mood for your cupid bullshit, Timmy.”

Tim hid his hands in his hoodie center pocket as Jason locked himself into the bathroom, waiting until the shower started before speaking with Dick. “Why is he so upset about it? I've never seen a guy so angry about a date that he wants to go on.”

“You know, Tim-” Dick began in a paternal tone, causing a Tim to grumble in boredom, “-I already told you to be sensitive to Jason. Even before the fallout with Artemis, he's cautious, and we have to respect that.”

Through the hand painted door, Jason could overhear their conversation. The bathroom air was cloudy with steam, and condensation formed on Jason's phone screen as he held it with a half-finished, unsent message.

Stripping himself of his boxers, he set the phone down on the sink counter and stepped into the shower; he picked up a small bar of soap and rubbed it in his hands to make suds before he spread them along his chest and torso; loosening the product from the bottom of the conditioner bottle, Jason popped it open and squeezed some onto his palm, which he promptly lathered into his salt and pepper hair.

As he rinsed his hair, eyes closed, he recalled the way y/n's body looked in their uniform, leggings accentuating their wide hips, and their legs. Jason felt the warm rush of blood fall to his center, and he found himself wrapping his hand around his need, searching for something unfound in the godless city.

—

Combing his hair with his fingers to finish the entourage, Jason managed to dress appropriately (thanks to his conscientious older brother) for the date. He stepped back and glared at himself in the mirror, surprised at his resourcefulness on short notice. Before thinking, he called the number y/n left on the tab receipt, regretting his action but committing to it.

An answer. “Hello?”

“Uh,” Jason cleared his throat nervously, “hi, this is Jason, from the restaurant?”

“Oh yeah, Jason” y/n's voice was sultry as they repeated his name, “good to hear your voice again. What do you need?”

Jason cupped the back of his neck. “I was wondering if you'd like to grab a bite to eat tonight?”

“Hmm, that depends. What are you thinking?”

Pausing to think, he took a moment for himself. “Nothing like a nightclub or anywhere crowded. Did you maybe wanna get some dessert?”

Brief silence from the other end, before, “I know this might be touristy, but what about Molly's cupcakes in Wrigleyville?”

“Sure.” Jason was indifferent to cupcakes. He didn’t hate them - after all, food is food - but it was a new venture. “I'll see you there around 6?”

“Can't wait, Jason.” they saluted before hanging up.

Jason searched on his phone's GPS for the location. “So…right there? On Clark?” he used two fingers to zoom in on the street, inspecting the nearest intersections as he opened the bathroom door. “So, uh, Dick?”

He looked up from his screen to an empty room, and looked around before returning his eyes to the screen. Dick responded from the other room, “Yeah?”

“I'll be back in a few hours.” Jason stifled a grin as he plopped onto the sleeper couch, skimming through the menu of delectable treats.

—

Shutting the taxi door behind him, Jason looked at the storefront, the letters spelled out in blue cursive. He stood in front of it for a couple of minutes, casually making eyes with the cupcakes on display, taunting him for every last bit of self control he had left. It didn't help that the restaurant next door, which served Hawaiian-inspired cuisine, emitted aromas of cooked spam and pineapple. Surely, if y/n stood him up, he would take himself on a date for dinner and dessert.

A voice behind him snapped his attention away from his hunger. “I love this place.” Jason turned around to y/n, who was grinning at the eatery. They wore a rust-colored sweater dress with grey leggings underneath, and thick heels. Their curly hair was broader than he had seen at La Bomba earlier, and Jason was unsure of what he preferred. “Gonna take a picture, or show a handsome person to a good time?” they teased, wrinkling their nose at Jason.

“O-oh yeah, sorry, my bad.” he stuttered before rushing to the door, opening it for y/n. They stepped in, but not before giving Jason a bright smile and a flirtatious squeeze of his bicep. Jason stole a glimpse of y/n's ass as they passed, and watched as their hips dipped, on one side then another, as they stepped.

When Jason entered, he greeted by the smell of sugar and citrus, his mouth watering in anticipation. The interior was, in a word, homely: there were simple metal chairs and tables along the sides, leaving the center walkway to be clear for the (several) patrons placing their orders. the counters themselves presented a multitude of cupcakes with hand drawn pictures accompanying flavors, including a few marked Literary Cupcakes with flavors inspired by Willy Wonka (chocolate ganache with a gum center), Matilda (red velvet and blueberry), and Little Women (earl grey with a blueberry and lavender buttercream frosting).

Before Jason could process it all, he and y/n were at the counter, with y/n placing their order. “...and could I have a cookie monster cupcake as well?”

“Sure thing!” the attendant responded enthusiastically. “And anything else?”

Jason blurted, looking frantically. “Could I have a key lime cupcake, and a uh…” he quickly decided on snagging one for each of his brothers. “white chocolate raspberry, carrot cake, s'more, and peanut butter cupcakes?”

The clerk quickly seized the flavors from the array, packing them up in a couple of plastic trays. She rung up the total, and Jason presented the clerk with a wrinkled bill. “Sorry about that, must've gone through the wash. You can keep the change.” he nodded, retrieving the delicacies and walking with y/n outside of the shop, where they both took a breath of fresh air.

“This your first time here?” they glanced at the tower of cupcakes in plastic packaging, then at Jason, who nodded. “They're good, though, I'll give you that.”

They snapped open the top packaging and opened the lid, picking up their cookie monster cupcake and taking a bite out of the side, the blue frosting leaning over slightly.

Jason followed suit, picking the peanut butter cupcake and shoving half of it into his mouth awkwardly. “Hnn-so g-rr-d.” he garbled with his mouth full, briefly forgetting that he was on a date. He instantly attempted to swallow the remaining part in his mouth, but began choking on a piece, coughing.

Y/n continued eating and watched in mixed emotion, giggling, which increased into laughter. “Dios, Jason, esperate, okay? Oh my god, you have to take your time.”

Face beet red from coughing and embarrassment, Jason concurred. “I'm not always like this, I just get really excited by food.” he made sure to take smaller bites of what used to be a cupcake.

“I've never seen someone that excited, and my parents used to have a dog that ate my ex's carne asada while she was taking a piss.”

The anecdote caught Jason off-guard, triggering another bout of laughter-slash-coughing.

“Here, let's sit down before we die, okay?” Y/n offered, pointing out a free bench they walked to. Once seated, y/n turned to Jason. “I don't usually do this, taking a stranger out on a date,” they grinned sheepishly, “but you looked super cute trying to decide what food you eat. What do you do, Jason? What are your interests?”

Jason wiped his hands together, cleaning the remnants of food left. “I uh, I come from Gotham, travel for work.” He was used to dropping this line at Bruce's galas, but felt guilty lying to y/n for some reason.

“Oh, so this is business?”

“No, actually, my brothers tricked me into a vacation.” Jason squinted, unsure if he should have admitted the fact to y/n. “They told me I work too much.”

Y/n nodded, and Jason felt their eyes on his physique. “I'm sure with a body and appetite like yours, you must work hard. What do you do exactly? Oh!” they exclaimed, curls bouncing. “How about you let me guess?” Jason shrugged. “Uh… firefighter, with those big arms?” they touched Jason's bicep again, this time with a tighter grip.

“Not sure if they travel.” Jason quipped.

“True.” Y/n's eyes moved to Jason's torso, then legs. “Personal trainer? Bodybuilder, if that even is a job?”

Jason chuckled. “Pretty sure I don't have a body of a bodybuilder, as much as I am flattered.”

“Oh, what, are you like, part of the Justice League or something? Wait - isn't Batman from Gotham?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Yes, he is.”

“Maybe you're a hunky lawyer. I had a friend from El Paso who went to Gotham Law. Pretty solid school, but the crime rate is through the roof.” they commented.

“How about I just say that one of your selections was close to true and we call it even.” Jason quickly switched subjects. “How long have you been working at La Bomba?”

Y/n sat back on the bench, blowing raspberries while thinking. “Since I was 18? I thought I could do part time while in college, but I ended up dropping out. Go figure.”

The information piqued Jason's interest. “Oh, like Columbia? Or DePaul?”

Y/n shook her head. “Loyola. Pre-med.” they sharply inhaled, nostrils flared. “Turns out they can withdraw a grant and scholarships without notice or remorse. Sophomore year, I got an email, and poof - gone.” they spoke disheartenedly. “It was either I took out more loans, or I drop out.”

Jason shook his head slowly, scooting closer to y/n as he listened. “Colleges are criminal institutions masked as community offering, only utilizing their ever-growing power to further divide the line between the affluent and fortunate and people like you and me.” the words left his mouth without him noticing. “The average tuition has doubled since the 1980s, and acceptance rates for even state universities have declined to keep up with the luxurious for-profit institutions relishing in their swindling of students’ financial and mental security for the sake of upholding mostly racist and bigoted traditions since the birth of our country. It puts smart women like you in a position where, ultimately, you will lose, no matter the choice you make.”

Y/n blinked, intaking the information. “So many things  I have to say to that, but first…” they began, “I identify as agender, not a woman or man. I know I present as feminine, but I just… don't believe that necessarily defines me.” Jason quickly apologized. “You didn't know. But… you're white and, from the clothes you're wearing, rich. How would you know about what we go through?”

“I don't know much, but I used to live on the streets. Complicated story. I was adopted by a rich guy, and even though I now dress like a rich guy, I still have those mannerisms. Some of the things that happened to me growing up, that I had zero control over, follow me even now.

“It's not something I wear on my forehead because I do have privilege. I get to spit on cops without getting killed. But I do know what it's like making those decisions because there's no trust fund that daddy set up.”

Y/n closed the gap between their legs and Jason's, their knees touching. “I'm sorry for assuming.” They said. “Do you maybe want to come over my place to continue this? Assuming that you're probably at a hotel.”

Jason's eyes met y/n's, and he felt the strange feeling he felt at La Bomba. He wanted to lean in, as if a voice in his head was urging him to kiss y/n, find out if their lips were as soft as they appeared.

Instead, he replied, “You lead the way.”

[batfambyval]

So usually I just stick to writing fics but I’m not getting anywhere on this so imma just post some random Anarky thoughts here.

I think Lonnie is AFAB. Transitioned at a young age because they didn’t feel comfortable with feminine shit. Realized as the got older they weren’t totally masculine either and created Anarky, an identity with no gender who represents all the people. Men, women, non-binary folk, children. They decided to forgo figuring out their own identity and instead turned themself into a representation of everyone else. They decided that their goals and ideologies were more important than their gender identity and to forget all that bullshit. And accidentally discovered that if you stop worrying about gender you free yourself from it and become your truest self.

I think Lonnie still uses he/him pronouns and only uses they/them as Anarky because Anarky is supposed to be a representation of the people and therefore is plural and ungendered.

I think Lonnie would never have a sexual relationship with someone who he didn’t have an emotional or intellectual connection with but I don’t think he’s demi. He’s totally internally going “fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, why is he so hot?!?” When he’s interacting with Robin before they get closer.

Tim totally found Lonnie because he was completely confident that he cut that line. He did not miss. He doesn’t fucking miss! Anarky has to be alive because Tim does not miss. So he looks for Anarky and just shows up at his place. Idk what happened next.

I think Tim and the dog are the only beings Lonnie interacts with as Lonnie. With everyone else they are Anarky. Lonnie isn’t always representative of the people when he’s alone or just chilling so when he’s not Anarky he’s just Lonnie and he has his own interests and idiosyncrasies and just doesn’t care how anyone perceives him and therefore doesn’t care about pronouns or what he’s called. If he’s only representing himself then it doesn’t really matter. Especially since hardly anyone even knows Lonnie exists at all.

Tim and Lonnie grate on each other’s nerves for a while, before they get used to each other. They are just so different from an ideological standpoint but so similar in a lot of other ways that they can’t understand why the other doesn’t see things the same way. But they end up being good for each other because they are both geniuses and see each other as equals intellectually and can’t write one another off. They have to listen to each other and they learn to understand each other’s perspectives and soften their edges a bit. Tim teaches Lonnie how to look at money from the perspective of someone who has it and wants to do good with it and Lonnie teaches Tim how to look at the power structures that make up our society and see how incredibly unjust and broken they are.

Tim totally teaches Lonnie to skateboard and they’re both skater boys.

If anyone wants to use any of these ideas please link it in the comments or reblog because I would love to read it!

[harleyification]

I fucking love nonbinary/trans Damian Wayne, because it's just us going like, "Now, here is an aggressively hypermasculine child. Still with me? Okay. Now consider this: let's put him into a gender crisis." and I think that's so fucking cool

[too-dumb-to-fear-god]

i love this <3 i love this <3 i love this <3 i love this <3 i love this <3 i love this <3 i love this <3 i love th-

tim feels like the type to wear gym shorts under a skirt and not care about it matching the rest of his outfit

(i’ve been wanting to draw yj98 for a while)

[on-leatheredwings]

Checkmate

Yandere! Tim Drake / (AFAB) Reader

> romantic, rated M > tw/cw: yandere-typical behaviors (obsession). M rating is for a boner. just some sexual tension. reader is mentioned as bisexual.

> summary: Intellectually, Tim falls fast. Romantically, he falls hard. Seems this time it's both. > a/n: i just wanted to post some tim practice, pls let me know if i did okay. I made him a bit of a fuckboy i guess but ngl i think tim’s just run through af 😭 > word count: 1268

Tim likes you. And knowing himself, soon, he’s going to really like you.

More than anticipated, too. He didn’t think he’d have much of an opinion at all on you, when you had first met on your first day, in your new position as his personal assistant.

Personal assistant. 

At the reveal, he exchanged a hard look with Bruce across the room. Tim Drake had not been slacking on the job. And sometimes he had the eye bags to prove it.

Tim hadn’t even said anything yet, when you chirped, “Think of it as delegation.”

You gave him a pleasant, albeit cheeky look – which he respected. If you had the qualifications and enough charm to impress the hiring manager, who was a notorious hardass in interviews, you were probably fine. Probably more than fine.

Either way, he expected to forget your existence until you texted or called him to remind him about meetings he hadn’t forgotten about.

It turns out, you had… personality. Probably more than you should’ve, working in the professional setting of Wayne Enterprises. You dealt with Tim’s shit (absences, excuses), but gave as good as you got (ultimatums, thinly-veiled blackmail to run and tell Bruce). You were also… very attractive. And clever. And smart. And insightful.

And God, he wonders if you have a boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Partner. And he wonders if he can somehow orchestrate a breakup. 

Tim moves a chess piece across the board. 

Okay, maybe he’s being too hasty. 

Oh, for the love of– you know what? No, he isn’t being too hasty. Anyone working in such close quarters with the heir apparent of Wayne Enterprises is heavily vetted. But it’s about time he did his own background check on you. He has made it three whole months without doing so. 

See, he really is getting over his control issues. Eat that, Stephanie.

Okay, if he’s going to entertain the idea of courting you– Wait, wait, since when was it courting? Yeah, no. He’s merely entertaining the thought of you. He’s been burned too many times now to start courting.

Let’s talk about having sex first before we start talking about dating, he jests with himself.

Anyway. He wonders what would be the most interesting means of going about this. Coming out and confessing would be a little boring. Too easy. His eyes wander to your lips. You’re too focused on making your next move to notice him ogling the soft swell of your chest beneath a sharp button-up. You’ve rolled up the sleeves – very casual for this very casual hangout. You both lounge on your bed, in your bedroom, in your apartment, because if Tim wins, you don’t get to hound him on personally contacting investors. (Sometimes, you gotta leave malcontents out to dry. Make them miss you.)

He hopes you like being experimented with. Or maybe you like experimenting on others. He would do anything you liked because, man, it’s thrilling to know people and their wants. Anything you give, he could take it–

Tim startles as a realization comes to his mind. 

… Him. Taking it.

Is that something he wants? To bottom for you? … Is that something… he wants? 

Yes.

Now that the idea has been conceived, yes, he wants that. So that’s that. 

The reality of whether you’d want to do that… is slim… maybe? You’re bi as well. Maybe that changes things. He’s not going to think about it too hard, because now he’s getting excited.

Tim would love for the skittering, synapses-firing-on-all-cylinders effect in his brain to cool down – for everything to wash over with cool calculation and academic interest. He manages to do that much for even the most intriguing cases. But you… Tim sighs.

And now he’s hard.

Tim shifts uncomfortably. He’s lying on his stomach, held up by his forearms. 

He sighs, even though there’s an evil piece of his brain snickering and taunting, “But you love this, though!” Evil, evil.

At Tim’s increasing silence, you lift a brow. Man, he’s been out of it all game.

“Tim?” He comes back to planet Earth. “It’s your move. Again.” You wear a Cheshire grin. “It’s almost like we’re taking turns, or something.”

He blinks, baby blue eyes clearing up. He shifts in his spot, feeling trills of pleasure from friction against erection. Your sheets. Against his erection. He bites back a smile. Okay, yes, he loves this. He likes hiding like this, right under your nose.

Him getting a boner was a development he had foreseen coming ten minutes ago, once he started daydreaming about you. So he just went ahead and casually switched positions. A risk, but a calculated one. He was pretty sure there’d be no reason for him to get up and expose the tent in his jeans. And boy does he love it when he’s right.

Tim goes to move another piece, when he glances up at you and nearly goes slack-jawed. You don’t meet his eyes. Instead, you wet your lips, seemingly meditating on something.

You meditate on him. After all, Tim is so… pretty. Pretty in a way unlike the rest of his gorgeous brothers. He has pretty eyes framed by dark lashes and a smaller frame, though he’s deceptively muscled under the clean-cut slacks and button ups. He has silky black hair that often falls into his eyes; a defined jaw. And pale skin. He is notably the palest in his family, burning miserably on beach days. It is that pale skin, contrasted so sharply with his dark green tee, that brings your eyes to his collarbones.

Tim nearly erupts.

Fuck, yes. He caught you staring. It takes him self-restraint not to puff out his chest or try to show more skin, lest he reveal his hard-on.

You snap out of it only moments after he notices, grin returning to your face.

“You know if you lose focus like that, I’m going to win,” you tease, almost childlike mischief in your expression. 

Tim so badly wants to parrot the words back at you, but he doesn’t want to scare you into never checking him out ever again. The little inch you just gave him– oh, he intends to take a mile. Whatever small acquiesces you give in the future, he knows he’ll take that and much more.

Now, he’s hungry for you. As soon as this game is done, he’s going to create a new case study file, just for you. He could start kicking his feet at the thought, he's that excited. He’s excited! 

He’ll put the pedestrian, basic stuff like your height, weight, alma mater, major, past jobs and experiences. Somehow get into your social media that’s all on private mode to see what you’re always laughing at on that damn phone. He’s also going to bring up your phone records, go through your email, go through your physical mail. Oh, fuck, surveillance. He’s already in your room, too, luckily. If only he had more of his bugs on hand… The ones he always keeps in his belt buckle will do for now. Also, Tim needs to think of some way to acquire your breast, waist, and hip size – he has a good idea of those measurements, but he wants to know. When is the next time you’ll be out of the house and not at work, he wonders–

“Tim,” you whine, impatient. The sound is music to his ears.

Tim’s eyes rise from the board to your pouting face, and he smiles apologetically. Suddenly, your face dawns with disbelief and indignance.

Tim swiftly picks up one last piece and knocks one yours over.

“Checkmate.”

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

DC Comics | Masterlist

Justice League:

A Day in Life — Series masterlist + Extra content

Synopsis: A day in your life while working as the Justice League's assistant. Also, they are all yanderes for you and it's Valentine's Day.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader

No nut november

Batfam:

The Lost Condom — One-shot

Synopsis: You were in the middle of a spicy time with your boyfriend, when something odd happened: the condom disappeared. Inside. Of. You. The solution? Go to the hospital. The problem? Your family didn't know about your relationship.

Pairing: Jon Kent X Gn!AFAB!Reader; Platonic!Batfam

Hit me Hard and Soft — Series masterlist

Synopsis: You get saved by Robin, but not everything is as it seems.

Pairing: Yandere!Poly!Romantic!Batboys X Gn!Reader

Seven Days a Week — One-shot

Synopsis: (Y/N) can't get enough, Jason and Tim need professional help, Dick is on the verge of a panic attack, and Damian puts too much trust on himself.

Pairing: Yandere!Poly!Romantic!Batboys X AFAB!Gn!Reader

To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy — Series masterlist

Synopsis: Damian presented as an alpha, to everyone's despair. He announced he found a mate, to everyone's skepticism. You're the perfect omega, to everyone's delight.

Pairing: Yandere!Alpha!Batboys X Gn!AFAB!Omega!Reader

Bruce Wayne:

Yandere!Dimensional traveler!Batman — Concept

Synopsis: Batman becomes obsessed with a spouse and kids that he never had.

Pairing: Yandere!Dimensional traveler!Bruce Wayne X Gn!Reader; Bruce X Reader; Platonic!Batfam X Batparent!Reader; Yandere!Bruce X Platonic!Batfam; Bruce X Platonic!Batfam

↳ Saw You Turn Around, but It Wasn't Your Face — One-shot based on the above concept

Synopsis: Bruce has been watching you living your best life and it's getting hard to not be a part of it, so he gets a sniff of you.

Pairing: Yandere!Dimensional traveler!Bruce Wayne X Gn!Reader; Bruce X Reader; Platonic!Batfam X Batparent!Reader; Yandere!Bruce X Platonic!Batfam; Bruce X Platonic!Batfam

He's My Collar — Series masterlist

Synopsis: You were saved by your ex-mentor, then Batman saved you from him. Even with your habilities It seems like you will never stop being a damsel in distress. Don't worry though, you are just a puppy who just got adopted by the best caretaker ever. And he knows what you need even better than yourself.

Pairing: Yandere!Batman X Villain turned hero!Gn!AFABReader; Platonic!Batfam

To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy — Series masterlist

Synopsis: It's Bruce's turn.

Pairing: Yandere!Alpha!Batboys X Gn!AFAB!Omega!Reader (mostly Bruce x Reader on this chapter)

Dick Grayson:

Jason Todd:

A Day in Life — Series masterlist + Extra content

Synopsis: A day in the life of Jason Todd. Also, he's a househusband now. Oh, and a little plot twist.

Pairing: Househusband!Jason Todd X Gn!Reader; Platonic!Batfam

Tim Drake:

Clones and Tim's a Weirdo — One-shot

Synopsis: Tim is the worst friend ever, well, technically the worst boyfriend now, since he kidnapped you. Now he even dared to clone you and ask you for a threesome! This guy is the worst!

Pairing: Yandere!Tim Drake X Gn!Reader

Damian Wayne:

Damian's appearance

To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy — Series masterlist

Synopsis: Damian presented as an alpha, to everyone's despair. He announced he found a mate, to everyone's skepticism. You're the perfect omega, to everyone's delight.

Pairing: Yandere!Alpha!Batboys X Gn!AFAB!Omega!Reader (mostly Damian x Reader on this chapter)

Jon Kent:

The Lost Condom — One-shot

Synopsis: You were in the middle of a spicy time with your boyfriend, when something odd happened: the condom disappeared. Inside. Of. You. The solution? Go to the hospital. The problem? Your family didn't know about your relationship.

Pairing: Jon Kent X Gn!AFAB!Reader; Platonic!Batfam

Roy Harper:

Homewrecker!Roy Harper

General masterlist

[myeagleexpert]

Throw wood on the fire ( PT 2 )

Pairing: Tim Drake/Red Robin x YN AFAB Warning: yandere fic, toxic relationaship, he's possessive, you're stubborn, obsessive, emotional manipulation, yandere Tim, baby trap , oral s*x, nsfw (pt 2) Summary: You  and Tim have always been soulmates, but it's so suffocating that you've reached your limit. It's time to break up with Tim. (Pt 1) Note: Reader is described and represented as YN or as "You" because, grammarly, I'm trying to adapt the text so that it is more harmonious! Eng is not my mother language, so often the way I write does not relate to the translator and I have to translate most of my works manually. Therefore, thank you for understanding!

The room is still tense, but it smells of refreshing relief like the ground after the rain. He sits comfortably on the gray couch, pulling YN close to him.

He wraps an arm around her waist, snuggling comfortably against her body like a safe haven. He grabs the TV remote, looking for a movie to watch. Tim quickly scrolls through the titles on the screen, trying to find a movie that interests him. He goes through several titles before finding one that you both share a common taste.

Timothy selects the movie, placing the remote on the coffee table. Then he settles even further on the couch, pulling you to snuggle into his chest. Not that he cares about the movie, he just wants to be by your side. The vigilante almost has the idea that the safe haven is something temporary, as if it could collapse at any moment, as if a storm could return at any moment despite the clear weather. He spends the movie stealing kisses from you, kissing you on the head, showing all the affection and love while holding you against his chest. You are used to it, and you decide that you have lost today's battle.

Tim seems almost desperate to show all his affection, kissing your head, face, neck and any part of your body he can reach. He pulls you closer, wrapping you in a possessive hug while the movie continues to play on the television. He has one eye on the TV and the other on you, trying to memorize every detail of your beautiful face illuminated by the light of the scenes. He doesn't seem to have any intention of letting you go any time soon, taking the opportunity to show everything he is feeling for you.

As the movie goes on, Tim continues to show his affection, his kisses and hugs becoming more insistent. It is as if he is desperate to make up for anything he may have done wrong in the past, wanting to show you how much he loves you. He pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours as he continues to cover you with kisses and caresses.

"Tim… Pay attention" you laugh in the middle of your caresses Tim seems almost irritated at having been interrupted in his caresses hiding in your neck, but he quickly gives in, a slight blush on his cheeks.

He leans slightly against the couch, finally turning his attention to the television screen. However, he can't resist wrapping his arm around you, keeping you close as he tries to watch the movie. You roll your eyes at his failed attempt to disguise that he still wants more, you can feel his pout on your neck.

"I didn't say stop" you laugh again and pull him into a kiss Tim is taken aback by the gesture, but he quickly gives in to the kiss, wrapping an arm around your neck to pull you closer.

He returns the kiss enthusiastically, his tongue sliding inside your mouth as he deepens the kiss. He seems almost desperate for more, his body clinging to yours as if trying to hold you there. As the kiss deepens, Tim pulls you closer, his hand sliding down your body to grip your waist. He pulls you onto his lap, sitting you in front of him as he continues to kiss you passionately. He seems completely mesmerized by your touch, his hands exploring your body as he tries to hold you closer to him.

This is no longer Red Robin, but a boy desperate for more contact, his hands roaming your body as he kisses you. He finally breaks the kiss to breathe, but he quickly returns to your neck, nibbling and kissing it desperately.

“I want you,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. “I want you so bad.”

As Tim continues to kiss and caress you, he seems almost out of control, his hands roaming your body relentlessly. He pulls you closer, his grip tightening as he tries to press you even closer to his body. He kisses you on the mouth again, his gesture almost possessive as he tries to demonstrate all his desire for you.

"I" "Love" "You", Tim says between pretty moans.

"I love you too," you answer, forgetting about the previous situation, just surrendering to your boyfriend's passion, letting yourself be consumed by the burning fire between your legs, blinking with desire.

He grabs you tightly, pulling you completely onto his lap as he tries to keep you as close as possible. He seems almost desperate for contact, his hands roaming your body as if he can't be satisfied. You take control of the situation and kiss and nibble Tim's neck, returning his desire with passion as you explore his beautiful body, leaving a trail of fire wherever you go.

As you kiss his neck and bite it, Tim moans with pleasure, his hands shaking slightly as you explore his body. He tries to contain the desperate desire he feels, but it's almost impossible with the way you're touching him. He tilts his head back, giving you full access to your neck as he tries to control himself. You accept his invitation and give a delicious suck on the Adam's apple on his neck and whisper in his ear

"Did you know, I love you too?" you nibble on his earlobe and massage his shoulders sensually, delighting in his breathing as he quickens and grabs my hips. Tim moans again at your gesture, his body shaking with desire as he tries to maintain control. When you whisper in his ear, his breathing quickens slightly.

He places his hands on your hips, almost grabbing you as he tries to maintain focus. When you bite his earlobe, he moans again, softly, and closes his eyes. As you massage his shoulders, Tim seems to tense up even more, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He tries to control himself, trying to stay focused on your actions, but it's almost impossible while you're touching him like this.

He tries to speak, his voice hoarse and full of desire. "I love you," he murmurs, his eyes still closed. "I want you so much."

"You look so tense and stressed, my love." You say, kissing him again as you massage his shoulders. You slowly bite his inner lip, watching him look at me with desire, completely at your mercy. As you kiss him and massage his shoulders, Tim moans softly, his voice shaking with the gesture. He tries to respond, but any words he says are lost in another moan as you bite his inner lip. He opens his eyes to look at you, and his pupils are completely dilated with desire. He looks almost vulnerable as he watches you, as if he has been completely dominated by you.

You feel a tent growing bigger and bigger down there and you decide to tease him there too. Tim tries to speak again, but his words come out broken with desire and lack of air. "You…" he tries to say, but his voice trails off. "You make me…" He can't finish the sentence, his eyes desperate as he tries to recover. He grips you tightly, pulling you closer as he tries to deal with the emotions coursing through his body.

You start to grind on his lap, creating more friction between our bodies and my hand slowly slips under his shirt. "I make you what, hmm?"

As you start to move on his lap, Tim moans softly, the gesture sending waves of desire through his body. He tries to respond, but his words are lost in another moan as you slip your hand under his shirt.

He tries to compose himself, his eyes closing as he tries to deal with the pleasure caused by his gesture.

"You make me desperate," he finally answers, his voice shaking. "And desperate for you."

Tim tries to pull you even closer, his hands sliding up your thighs and under your shirt as he tries to keep you firmly against his lap. The gesture creates even more friction between you, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

He tries to compose himself again, his breathing heavy as he tries to say more words.

"I love you… I want you so much." "I love you Tim, I want you too."

As you tell him you love him, something ignites inside Tim, it's like you throw fuel on the fire and a raging flame takes over the room. He turns into something almost feral, pushing you down on the couch as he straddles you.

His hands grip you tightly as he kneels between your legs, his gaze desperate as he watches you below him. He's panting, his eyes almost wild with desire as he tries to control himself. As you try to pull him closer, Tim almost loses control. He moans softly, his voice almost a growl as he watches you, almost out of it.

"I'm trying to control myself," he murmurs, his voice shaking with need. "But you're not… helping me." "Please… Tim," I moan softly as he looks down at me, his hands playing inside my shirt.

As you moan, Tim nearly loses control. He closes his eyes briefly, trying to stay clear as his hands roam over your shirt, a quick thought of ripping it off immediately passing through his mind.

He tries to respond, but his voice comes out shaky and hoarse.

"You're teasing me," he murmurs, his voice a moan. "How do you expect me to control myself?"

"I wasn't expecting you to control yourself." You blink at him.

As you blink at him, Tim moans softly again, his body shaking with desire. He leans closer, one of his hands braced on the couch while the other slides further under your shirt.

"You're trying to tease me," he murmurs, his voice almost desperate "And it's working."

He stands between my legs and takes off his shirt and then asks me to take off mine, taking the opportunity to take off my bra and immediately going down to attack my neck while massaging my breasts.

“You are so beautiful, my beautiful….. and only mine.”

He goes down kissing the valley of my breasts while his mouth attacks one of my nipples, adoring the region with licks and sucks while rubbing my hip against his, leaving me with a gasp of breath.

“Timothy…”

He rests two hands on your back making them lean towards his mouth, and he gives my chest a particular bite that makes it arch more while I hold on to the couch for balance.

“T-Tim!”

“Yes, my sweet?” he asks repeating the same action on the other nipple making you let out a louder moan

“Play nice.”

“I can't resist you like this… I want to devour you completely…” he sighs looking into my eyes while the kisses go down my belly to my skirt. “I love it when you wear a skirt.” He smiles, immediately lifting you up and pushing your panties aside and giving you a long lick from your entrance to your clit.

“T-timy…! Take it easy…!” You bring your hand to his dark hair, trying to make him go slowly.

But the vigillante is too focused to answer you, desperate to make you trust him again, wanting to prove to you that he will make you the happiest person in the world and what better way to start than by worshipping you between your legs like his faithful follower?

But it's different from usual. Normally, Tim Drake would take a delicious time preparing you with kitten licks and shy sucks…. But Tim Drake's state now is uncoordinated, with no technique whatsoever, just the desire to consume you piece by piece, wanting to drink all the juice you give him, to get addicted to your taste again and again…..

In the middle of almost drowning in your legs as you reach the fastest climax of your life, a brilliant idea crosses his mind:

She can't leave me if I get her pregnant.

Tim quickly opens his pants and pulls down his underwear, not having the patience to take everything off while he gives a few pumps on his erect and hot member already lining up at your entrance.

She's going to need me.

"Tim…. the condom…" You almost forget, but when you feel the tip touching your entrance it's like a reality check.

She can even get a divorce later, but she won't be able to get rid of me completely.

He thrusts in with a quick movement that leaves you breathless, a silent moan on his expression and Tim smiles as the pieces of the plan fall into place in his mind.

We will be together forever.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Every like, repost and comment is very welcome and appreciated. ♥

[gothamhappiness]

Masterlist

Incorrect quotes

Journalist's question (Journalist / gn!reader)

Tim's plan (Tim drake x gn!reader)

A gun (Jason Todd x gn!reader)

When are we getting married? (Jason Todd x gn!reader + Dick Grayson)

Skincare routine (Jason Todd x afab!reader + Dick Grayson x Koriand'r)

A hobby (Bruce Wayne x gn!reader + Alfred Pennyworth)

Adopting Duke (Bruce Wayne x gn!reader + Duke Thomas)

Crushes are oblivious (Stephanie Brown x gn!reader)

Brothers being brothers (Jason Todd / Tim Drake)

Kidnapper (Bruce Wayne / Kidnapper + Dick Grayson)

Do your bed, Damian (Damian Wayne / Alfred Pennyworth / Bruce Wayne)

Yeah I saved you (Jason Todd / Tim Drake)

Men like him (Carmine Falcone / Selina Kyle / Bruce Wayne)

Jerk / Bitch (Stephanie Brown / Jason Todd)

Smart kids (Stephanie Brown / Duke Thomas)

Imagines

The nightmare (Jason Todd x gn!reader)

It's happening again (Jason Todd x gn!reader)

Just in love (Jason Todd x f!reader)

Don't touch Red Hood, Batman! / I like to flirt with you, Red Hood! (Jason Todd x f!reader)

You're always making things better, Jay (Jason Todd x GN!reader)

A new flower to take care of (Poison Ivy x GN!reader)

Series

You are my heaven // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)

Being in a relation with Bruce Wayne: a journey: afab!reader's origin story // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10

Bonus: polls

Why do you love Jason Todd?

[jsfix]

KINKTOBER 2024

Tease

Week One - Ruined Orgasm

Batboy x reader - you send your boyfriend a mirror pic while he’s on patrol

Helping Hands

Week Two - Period Sex

Jason Todd x AFAB!reader - you’re on your period. Jason just wants to help you feel better.

Sweet Treat

Halloween - Blood Kink

Tim Drake x GN!Vampire!reader - Tim let’s you feed on him.

[kadentherabbit]

Hi guys!!!! Soo this is my master list, it will be updated as I write more fanfics in the future, I currently write for ahs/evan peters characters, DC characters and possibly Donnie Darko in the near future! Make a request to be on my tag list!

A little more about me I suppose: gay and trans! Please only refer to me with he/him pronouns. I enjoy gory movies or movies with Evan Peter’s in them :3. You can refer to me as Kaden! I love writing, one of my favorite hobbies but it takes me a while to have any motivation so keep that in mind!

Most of my fics will be about men, and in a gender neutral fashion unless I’m requested specifically male reader or female reader! Keep reading for more!!

My CAI.

My JAI.

I will not write fics that include:

Any bodily fluids that aren’t spit, cum or blood (Strict limits).

Age gaps that include one party being under the age of 18 and another party being over the age of 18. (Aka any sort of pedophilia)

Fics that involve childbirth/pregnancy (may change in future).

Incest or stepcest. Platonic family relationships only.

Threesomes or any smut that includes more than 2 people (may change in future)

Smut for any female or AFAB character.

I hate writing angst.

Characters I currently feel comfortable writing for! ⬇️

Peter Maximoff, Tate Langdon, Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Most DC villains, Carl Gallagher, Kai Anderson (May be ooc), Ponyboy Curtis, Two-Bit Mathews, Adam Banks, Kyle Spencer, Tweek Tweak, Wilbur Robinson, Lewis/Cornelius Robinson, Johnny Lawrence.

Characters I need more time with ⬇️

Kit Walker, James Patrick March, Jimmy Darling, Lip Gallagher, Ian Gallagher, Donnie Darko, Luke Cooper, Colin Zabel, Stan Bowes, Guy Germaine, Daniel LaRusso.

(you may suggest these characters! I may just need a little more time to write the fic!)

smut = 𝜗𝜚. fluff =✿. Being worked on = ꩜.

AHS

Tate Langdon NSFW Alphabet 𝜗𝜚

Your fear is my pleasure - Kai Anderson 𝜗𝜚

The only friend you’ll ever need - Tate Langdon 𝜗𝜚 (req)

Kai Anderson fic 𝜗𝜚/꩜

X-MEN

Peter Maximoff NSFW Alphabet 𝜗𝜚 (req kinda)

Stuffed like a Twinkie - Peter Maximoff 𝜗𝜚/✿ (req)

Mean Dom Peter Maximoff 𝜗𝜚

Peter Maximoff and Reader getting high ✿/꩜

DC

Dick Grayson/Nightwing Blabz ✿

Arkham Knight! Jason Todd Blabz ✿ (Fem! Robin reader!)

OTHERS

Ryan Gosling! Ken Blabz ✿

Rodrick Heffley Blabz ✿

Jack Hughes Blabz ✿/𝜗𝜚

Five Hargreeves Blabz ✿

Cobra Kai! Johnny Lawrence blabs ꩜

[ms-nesbit]

Sweet home chicago (jason todd x afab!reader)

chapter one

Rating: 18+

Warnings: eventual smut, swearing, father figure dick grayson, skater tim drake, sad jason todd :(

Summary: dick and tim trick jason into taking a vacation in chicago. There, he meets someone he hopes to never forget.

Note: im sorry for dipping, yall. I really had some important things to take care of.

ao3

Amber and rose peeked through the hedge between the array of buildings on Michigan Avenue. Jason blended himself with the sea of tourists and chic aristocrats. He didn’t necessarily stick out like a sore thumb, as there were a few Chicagoans dressed casually like him; even in the late-November evening, he sported his signature red hoodie and straight fit jeans, tattered and dirty near the hem. No matter what, he wanted to appear mildly stressed, only mildly, so as to not draw more attention to himself than his six-foot-four frame already did.

He wondered how he got here. Was it the phone call from Dick, or the two dozen from Tim? Could it have been neither, and he perhaps wanted to rush the plane during the busiest season, nudged in a lousy middle seat between an obnoxious preteen and a middle-aged woman watching poorly edited, extremist conservative media? To be fair, Jason treated himself to Portillo’s once he left the airport - a well-earned reward for not lashing out at the self-absorbed individuals beside him.

He stepped briskly, moving in sync with the less-anxious of the crowd toward the shopping district notoriously named Magnificent Mile. On his left ear, he heard the excitement in the tune of indistinguishable conversations and the season’s final water taxis boarding; in his right, a wireless earbud, softly playing his childhood favorite, Diana Ross and the Supremes.

Once he reached the other end of the bridge, he strolled to the sidewalk in front of Tribune Tower, pulling his phone out and indiscreetly sending a message of his coordinates to-

A call. “As much as I love the smell of fish, garbage, and the crooked CPD, why did you and Tim want me here?” Jason was more curious than upset, but he’d rather not disclose his true feelings to his brothers.

“C’mon, Jay, it’s the Windy City! You ever been to Chicago?” Dick asked. “Beautiful everything here. Tim’s at the Van store up the street, and I’m grabbing a slice of pizza across from ya. You wanna come over and get a slice, grumpy? You get a little hangry sometimes.”

Jason sighed, and his stomach grumbled in response to the offer. “Alright, but I’m not goin’ outside. I sat next to some wackjob on the flight who sounded like she needed to be in the looney bin, and I’m not lookin’ to make friends.” As he spoke, he quickly turned his head before dashing across the busy street, waving off a car blaring its horn at him. “What’do’ey have?”

“How about you see?” Dick approached Jason, smiling mischievously. Jason ended the call, moving his eyes to Dick’s hands behind his back. “Guess what I got?”

“Dick, I’m not in the mood for games-”

“Ta-da!” Dick shifted in his coat, revealing a white box with a drawn pizza and the name Lou Malnati’s on it. Jason pretended like his mouth didn’t water at the smell of grease and garlic. “I had ‘em make a classic cheese with those square slices. How about we sit down on the riverfront and talk?”

And talk. No matter the temptation, be it a buttery, gooey pizza right under Jason’s nose, he still believed it wasn’t worth the compromise of having to make more than small talk with others. “Listen, Dickie, as much as I appreciate the offer, I don’t think I’m ready to talk about-”

“Dude, this isn’t about Artemis, if that’s what you’re about to say.” Dick shrugged in his beige peacoat, a piece of his thick, navy, knitted cardigan spilling from his waist. “I just want to, y’know, see if you want to go to this thing tonight.”

Jason cocked a brow in his theatrical manner. “So you and Tim badgered me, had me fly all the way to goddamn Chicago, all to just talk over some overpriced pizza?” Around him, he felt the glare of customers, but he doubled down, giving them knowing looks. “I’ve been here. Want a real place? Go to the goddamn place off Clark and Dickens. You’ll thank me later.”

Dick rolled his eyes, already tired by Jason’s heels in the sand. “Always gotta be a drama queen. Just…come with me. I’ll explain once we’re out of earshot.” His voice was hushed, signaling Jason to follow suit. They walked together to the riverwalk, sitting on the cold high-risen edging. Dick delicately opened the lid of the box, revealing the savory American delicacy and motioning for Jason to take the first slice.

Once Jason reached for the slice, taking his first bite and stretching the rosemary-seasoned cheese from its bed atop the crust, Dick began. “Tim and I were thinking that the three of us could use a break.” Jason grumbled indistinctly into his pizza slice, swirling the string of cheese around his tongue in a tight noose. “Bruce has been a handful lately - I mean, he always is - and I think it would be a good lesson for him to finally be on his own instead of taking us for granted, y’know?”

Jason nodded, rearranging his food to one side of his mouth so he could speak with the other. “You do know that Bruce is probably better off without me, right? Since I-” he swallowed the food, kissing the excess sauce and garlic from his teeth, “leave a ‘pretty big mess’, as he says.”

“You also help. Gang-related crime decreased about 37 percent when Red Hood regularly patrolled, and the Gotham Gazette did a poll, based on before and after Red: thanks to Red Hood, 6 out of 10 female Gothamites feel safe walking home at night, compared to the 3 out of 10 prior to Red Hood’s introduction.”

The statistic surprised Jason. He was used to the smearing from Justice League’s best, so it was nice to hear a compliment for a change. “And Timmy’s on board with this?” He didn’t hesitate to take a second slice, while Dick left the pizza untouched.

“He was the one who coined it.” Dick looked out at the river, mildly put off by Jason’s shameless eating habits. “We were patrolling one night and he just said it out of the blue. I get it, though.” He pursed his lips, staring wistfully. “I couldn’t tell you before because then you wouldn’t agree to it.”

Dick was right: when he’d offer to take Jason in after they reconciled, Jason refused. Though not Bruce’s blood son, Jason was comparably stubborn, sometimes surpassing the Dark Knight. “And where are we gonna stay?”

“That’s the best part.” Dick finally reached for a slice, folding it in half and dipping a chunk into his mouth to cut from the slice. “Tim hacked into Bruce’s business travel account and used some of his points to book a stay at some fancy place called Waldalf…lemme check.” Dick reached into his peacoat pocket and pulled out his phone, checking the reservation. He continued to chew, as did Jason, and Dick leaned over to show Jason the reservation email. “Astoria. It’s a couple of blocks here, I think. Worst case, we can just use a taxi or Uber there or something.”

“I’m banned from using Uber.” Jason said nonchalantly, squinting at the details on Dick’s pristine phone screen before looking the name up for himself. “I can walk as long as I can have another slice.”

Dick blinked at Jason blankly before glancing at the remnants of the pizza. “Take the small one right there.” Removing a wrinkled, discolored restaurant napkin from his back pocket, Jason snatched the slice with an asymmetrical, genuine smile, now holding a slice in each hand. Dick bit his tongue in his mouth to keep himself from laughing. If he hadn’t held a slice in his, he would have snapped a photo to send to the family group chat. “We’re already checked in, so just bring whatever luggage you have with you.”

Jason looked up from his slices like a deer in the headlights. “Sorry, I didn’t think to bring anything other than the usual.” With a slice, he vaguely gestured to his dirty clothes.

“I was…expecting that.” Dick chuckled lightly. “I brought you some clothes so you could go out and enjoy yourself for a change.” He spotted Jason’s eye roll. “You’re in your twenties, for crying out loud. Enjoy yourself! Make a friend. Would it kill you to just live?”

As Jason shook his head, a few strands of grey fell from his messily combed back hair and onto his forehead. “What, is coming back from the dead and seeking vengeance to blood-thirsty psychopaths not living?”

“No, it’s not.” a voice came from the other side of the riverwalk, by the bustling street: a lanky-built male, wearing a beige Santa Cruz sweatshirt and dark jeans, strolled on his skateboard toward the brothers. “And by the way, Jason, you look no different than the bourgeoisie skimming the racks at Urban Outfitters over there.” Jason’s frown dropped at Tim, already bugged by him. “Me and Dick were basically wanting you to, y’know, socialize like a normal human being. I know you’re an introvert, I get that, but you’ve gotta, y’know…converse.”

 Jason stood from the platform, brushing the suggestion from his broad shoulders. “Jesus, and you wonder why I don’t want to hang out with you guys.” he made an excuse and walked back toward Michigan Ave, finishing his slices along the way.

“By the way, Dick.” Tim nudged Dick with his elbow, showing him a photo of zoomed-in Jason, a few minutes earlier, smiling goofily with his two slices of pizza pie.

Dick erupted into laughter, doubling over and nearly knocking over the box.

-

“You got the terrace suite?” Jason muttered in blustering shock. “Bruce is going to be so pissed.” His lips stretched into a wide smile.

He plopped onto the sleeper sofa, sprawling his limbs out to relax. Dick assigned Jason to the couch (“Finder’s keepers!”), while Dick and Tim each slept in their separate rooms. “We already received a warning about how you’re dressed, Jason, so if you could please promptly change into something more appropriate, I’m sure this stay would be more enjoyable for all of us.” Dick managed to remain calm while conveying, despite the fatherly-level of disappointment underneath his skin.

Heeding Dick’s advice, Jason made his way to Dick’s room, where he opened up the luggage Dick neatly packed for him: a pair of dress shoes, two pairs of socks and boxer briefs (all red, for continuity’s sake), along with a lightweight, tightly knitted sweater, t-shirt, long-sleeve undershirts, and two pairs of slacks (one beige, one black). Jason sighed halfheartedly, bummed by the array chosen for him. He knew, of course, it was his responsibility to select his own attire, but of course he’d forgotten it, lost in the chaos of his everyday life; Dick anticipated Jason’s reaction, and packed something nonetheless, and although grateful, Jason still hesitated to express it.

While Tim and Dick explored the depths of downtown, Jason immersed himself into the room, quietly exploring the channels that Astoria offered.

Knock, knock. “Housekeeping!”

Jason yelled back, “Come in.” while munching on a bag of corn chips on the couch, eyes lasered on the television screen.

The housekeeper, wearing a black and sky blue uniform, pushed his trolley in. “Are you enjoying your stay, Sir?”

Jason shrugged. “My ma was a housekeeper for a bit. Don’t worry about the ‘sir’ stuff, it’s all good.” The response was new to the employee, who stood for a moment before excusing himself to clean the bathroom and bedrooms.

“Sir,” the housekeeper returned, gripping the trolley behind him with a single hand. “Would you mind vacating the room while I clean, or should I return if you are…busy?”

Jason looked at the chip crumbs on his hoodie before looking back at the housekeeper. “I’ve no problem leaving. I’ve gotta change, so I’ll go the other room. Could you just lock the door when you leave?”

“Absolutely, Sir.” the housekeeper said before Jason shut the bathroom door, slacks and sweater in hand.

—

Stepping out from the courtyard of the hotel premises, Jason wandered down the corner, unable to prevent himself from making grotesque faces at the high-end stores nearby. The breeze chilled the skin on his face to the point where it eventually felt like he was kissed by needles, and he unlocked his phone to find a place to settle down and (hopefully) eat. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an approaching blotch of yellow and blue, to which he immediately hailed down. A taxi parked along the curb, and Jason hopped in. “Could you please take me away from here? Some place with some good food?”

The driver gave Jason a look of uncertainty, pondering before nodding and starting the meter.

Jason sat back and relaxed as giant metallic letters standing proudly on top of clear, godliness glass storefronts began to disappear, one by one, until they were replaced with bulletins and signs, and tented storefronts matched with painted, worn down brickwork.

He exhaled in relief. Despite living with Bruce and his luxurious lifestyle, the unspoken language of wealth was still foreign to Jason. He didn’t understand why the affluent would whisper, and why evil would poison their tongue and burn away at their heart once their financial wealth accrued.

After slipping the taxi driver a couple of hundred dollar bills, Jason abruptly left the vehicle, reading the name of the restaurant to himself. “Like the song…?” he asked the driver, who nodded.

“Different spelling, different things.”

Jason inhaled nasily, chest rising. “Alrighty, thanks, man.”

The driver nodded once again before waving and merging back into traffic. Jason entered the restaurant and was instantly greeted with sweet and savory notes, causing Jason’s stomach to cramp in pain. He walked up to the counter, so clean that he could almost make his reflection out, and waited for an employee to serve him. While he waited, he studied the menu: sandwiches, soups, and more appetizers to choose from. He chewed on his bottom lip, distressed when deciding between pasteles (mix of plantain mix and meat, wrapped in a banana leaf) or mofongo (stuffed plantain).

“When you’re ready, I can take you.” A voice notified him as he stood like a bronze statue before the menu.

He didn’t take his eyes off the photos above the counter. “Sorry about this, I’m a first timer - what are your pasteles filled with?”

“Usually pork or chicken, but we make them with cheese now since there are some vegetarians.”

“Could I have just pasteles, one with cheese filling and one with chicken?” Jason asked.

The clerk pressed a button on the register, which was a tablet with a brightly lit screen. “Sure thing. Anything else?”

“Yeah, and…pastellitos de guayaba? Can I have that, too? And water.”

The clerk pressed the screen a few times, noting down Jason’s order. “Of course. For here or to go?”

Jason finally tore his eyes from the menu to look at the clerk, and his mouth fell open at the sight of the clerk: hair was tightly curled, coiled from their roots; lips plump and glossy, appearing much more enticing to Jason than the food he ogled at.

“Here.” he stuttered, feeling heat rise up to his neck. The clerk smiled at him, and they placed their hand on their wide hip, bringing Jason’s eye to it.

“It’ll be ready in a bit. We’ll bring it to your seat, yeah? Sientate.” They motioned with their nose at the dining area, a selection of polished wooden chairs and tables to choose from.

Before he could ask for their name, the clerk rushed to the kitchen of the restaurant, repeating his order to the rest of the staff. Jason watched them walk away, their bottom half swaying in the leggings they wore, before he realized his leering and chose an empty seat and table near the colorful mural.

Thoughts rushed to the tall man’s head, some impure ones welcoming themselves for the first time since he and Artemis parted. Their relationship was, in short, complicated, and neither of them were fully transparent toward another, leading to the inevitable diffusion of the once-kindled fire; it didn’t break Jason’s heart, but rather disappointed him, and he felt that his fate of inescapable loneliness was encapsulated.

The clerk reappeared from the kitchen, holding two plates of food. They walked past Jason, ignoring whatever eye contact he attempted to make at them, and attended to the table diagonally from his. “Y te quedas a tu mama, ok?” They spoke warmly but sternly to the couple, before leaving with a grin. “And you,” they pointed at Jason, “your pastellios should be ready in one to two minutes, okay?”

Jason nodded frantically, popping an optimistic grin. “Can’t wait.”

“I know.” they winked at Jason before turning back around and walking through the revolving door leading to the kitchen. Jason felt something distant in his stomach. Perhaps hunger?

In a few minutes, the mysterious clerk returned, holding what Jason hoped was his food. When they arrived at his table, settling the plates down delicately before handing him cutlery and a glass, he beamed first at the food, then at the beautiful clerk. He didn’t know which he was more excited for. “Thank you!”

“Not a problem.” they returned his smile, eyes glistening at him. “Our chef is working on something else for you to carry out, free of charge. Can’t let you starve out on us, right, big guy?” their eyes briefly scanned Jason’s figure, which caused Jason’s cheeks to flush a bright pink.

They’re hitting on me, the fuck. “Thanks! I was hoping maybe I can come back, get your name?”

“Oooh, I like the sound of that.” their voice dipped an octave, and Jason swore he felt his pants tighten under the table. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “How about I save you the trouble and tell ya now, that way next time you can take me out for dessert?”

Jason smirked at them, slowly checking their figure out before focusing his attention back on their eyes. “Sure.”

“It’s y/n.” they purred, reaching their hand to rest on Jason’s bicep. Their skin was soft, yet calloused. “And you are…?”

“Jason.” he grinned. “Sorry, I’m new at this.”

“Don’t worry.” they assured. “I’m here if you need anything. And if you decide to take me on that offer, my number is in the check right there.” they pointed to the black checkbook beside the plates of food. Jason’s skin was burning under their touch, and when y/n had to leave, Jason felt a twinge of sadness when they retracted their hand.

Unraveling his cutlery from the napkin, Jason made sure to make an important phone call before his vacation ended.

[travelinglamb]

….I just had the most unhinged trans!Tim Drake thought.

If Tim was afab, he would totally gaslight his parents that he was just always a boy. His parents are gone for months at a time, he has plenty of time to change any family photos that are out, doctor any paper trail. And his parents would absolutely be too proud to admit to not remember their kid’s gender of all things. Janet would be highly suspicious but Jack would definitely be all “Haha! Ofc I remember that I have a son, sport!”

If you think Tim “I took notes on how to commit crime from Kevin McAllister” Drake wouldn’t gaslight the heck out of all the adults in his life, you are mistaken.