#And Janet is so sweet

[fieldtripswith-zuko]

i've been listening to the braving the elements podcast, and whenever they bring on some of the original creators of the show, it is so crazy to hear how young they were when they were making the show. I can't imagine working on something at my age, and then 20 years later, it's still one of the most beloved shows. And I was essentially just screwing around with my friends, Just being like "hey let's just fuck around and find out."

[rexscanonwife]

Uhm uh uh...I have no excuse for this 😔 PPG self insert who is secretly an alien! I imagine her intro episode would have her having a little romance with the professor when he comes into a bookstore she works at/owns and the girls being (rightfully, given the prof's dating history) suspicious of her. Wacky capers ensue where they try to prove that she's up to no good, only to find that she genuinely is just chilling and wants to live a normal life on earth!

Well, normal as she can, now that she knows this family! I think she'd fit right in 😉

Taglist♡: @crushes-georg @changeling-selfship @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @squips-ship @cherry-bomb-ships @miutonium

[moominpopzz]

ANYWAYS Deadwood to me’s literally just one of those creepy ass old southern hunting towns… so here’s some things I think Wiwi Wisp does based offa that

• William Wisp knows about 4 ways to skin a deer and even more how to gut one

• He saw the shotgun in s2 and all those days when they were younger and David would take him out and shoot cans and bottles to pass time came flying back to him like it was trying to attack him, THATS truly how he knows how to use that thing

•He sees lone crying children and while trying to calm them down to find out what’s wrong calls them Sugar and Darlin and Dear and Bubba

•William Wisp who says only Ma or Mama and who probably called his dad daddy til he was like 14

•He refuses to talk when he gets too mad because his accent starts slipping out and it embarrasses him

•He has a secret country playlist buried with all his other music [It has a fake out title so if anyone sees it they don’t think ab it]

•He DEFINITELY passive aggressively says “God bless you” when he’s pissed at people

•He constantly slips up and says little country sayings that he then has to explain to the others

•He only drinks tea that’s so sweet it almost made Vyncent throw up at one point.

•He says hes “Sick as a dog” when not feeling good [<- edit add on]

[babygirldilf]

janet is an all-knowing being of existence. she knows everything in the universe and can do anything. she's a genius, a fighter, and a good friend. jason didn't do a lot in his time on earth, doesn't know a lot, and he still struggles with understanding basic situations. but jason cares. he cares a lot, and he loves deeply and fiercely. and he was nice and kind and thoughtful towards her, and so was janet towards him. they found each other after everything, two completely different beings with completely different experiences, and despite it all, they fell in love. because they found in each other what they could never find in anyone or anything else: comfort. joy. support, through everything. janet is an all-knowing being of existence, a genius, a fighter, and a friend. but jason taught her how to be a lover.

[robintherobiner]

dreaming of an au where the reason Jack was so salty about Bruce taking care of Tim while he was in a coma was bc the Drakes both dated him when they were younger but he left them when Janet got pregnant because he got scared about the idea of parenthood and then adopted a kid like four years later and then said nothing for a decade and then just took in Tim.

[theostrophywife]

skinny dipping.

masterlist (azriel x reader) author's note: this is warm, fluffy, and entirely self indulgent for all my azriel girlies out there. please enjoy. warning: a bit of smut but mostly heartwarming fluff. summary: in the midst of montesere, you talk the shadowsinger into skinny dipping with you in a lake full of starlight.

The High Lord promised that the mission to Montesere would be an easy one. 

As you trudge through the dark woods covered in grime and blood, you were beginning to think that you and Rhysand had two very different definitions of easy.

The task at hand seemed simple enough. Seduce the Prince and steal his supply of faebane. It was a pretty standard plan given your line of work as a spy in the Night Court. The only problem was that you hadn’t caught the royal’s eye — Azriel did. 

However amusing it was to watch the shadowsinger navigate his way through the male’s advances during the ball, you busied yourself with finding the faebane while Azriel distracted the prince with his charm. You were successful in your task until you and Azriel reached the castle gates where a dozen sentries blocked the only exit. It took nearly an hour to cut through the prince’s guard. 

Despite the fact that you were grossly outnumbered, you and Azriel managed to escape without a single scratch on either one of you.

After your narrow escape, you follow the shadowsinger further into the blood forest, stepping over the twisting vines of the crooked trees and watching the crimson leaves crumble underneath the heel of your boots. With your power expended from tonight’s altercation, you weren’t able to winnow out of the Continent, which meant that Azriel would have to fly you home. 

In an effort to avoid being spotted, you needed to travel to the edge of Montesere before ascending to the skies. An hour had passed since you first started walking and there seemed to be no end to the dark woods. You yawn, stopping in place to shake out your weary limbs. 

Beside you, Azriel halts underneath an oak tree as beams of moonlight bathes his handsome face with a silver glow. Not unlike your own armor, the shadowsinger’s leathers were soaked in blood and sticking to every hard plane of his toned body. Shadows twist through his dark wings and crowns him in glorious night as he turns around to face you. 

“Are you alright, angel?” Concern floods his eyes while he carefully examines you. 

You nod in return. “I’m fine. I just need a drink of water.” 

“There should be a lake up ahead.”

Azriel holds out his hand and you gladly take it, lacing your fingers with his scarred ones. You gave him a gentle squeeze to remind him that you were completely comfortable with his touch. It had taken a while for him to even allow you to hold his hand so you made it a point to remind him that you recognized the privilege of his trust. 

For some time now, you and Azriel have been teetering between friendship and something more. You’ve been in love with the shadowsinger for as long as you could remember and while you knew that Azriel reciprocated those feelings, you were also aware of his tendency to lean on the cautious side when it came to romantic relationships. You understood the hesitation that stemmed from the heartbreaking doubt that often skewed Azriel’s view of himself and you were more than willing to wait until he was ready to fully open himself up to you. 

At the moment, you were content to savor the shy gazes and stolen kisses while you two explore the evolving nature of your relationship. Slowly but surely, you worked towards showing Azriel that you were here to stay. In all your centuries of knowing him, you knew that he was the type of male that would only be convinced by actions and not words. 

Regardless, you were determined to show Azriel that you loved all of him completely. You saw every part of him - the good, the bad, the ugly, and none of it scared you. 

A small smile graces that achingly beautiful face as the two of you walk hand in hand underneath the starry sky. Just beyond a grove of ancient oak trees, the forest parts into a clearing. In the middle of the grassy knoll, a crystal clear lake shimmers amidst the dark woods. You stroll by the banks before kneeling at the shore and dipping your hand into the glittering water. Starlight trickles through your fingertips and you beam in awe at the hidden wonder. 

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe, smiling up at Azriel. “How did you find this place?” 

The shadowsinger kneels beside you and spreads his long legs over the grass. “I came across this clearing on a mission years ago. When I first saw this lake, it actually reminded me of you.”

Through the soft light emitting from the serene water, you could make out the fond smile on Azriel’s face. You lean back on your arms, tilting your head to face him. “What could I possibly have in common with a lake, Az?” you ask teasingly. 

He twines your fingers together, brushing his lips against your knuckles. “Because like you, this lake is full of starlight in a world surrounded by darkness. Even when this endless existence threatens to swallow me whole, you serve as a reminder that the light is just around the corner.” 

At his sincere words, your heart soars. Azriel was looking at you with such tenderness in his eyes as if he could see into the very depths of your soul. 

“I want you to know that I feel safe with you. You listen and you understand. You never try to push me even though I know that I can be frustrating sometimes,” he cups your cheek and you lean into his touch instinctively. “It’s still going to take some time for me to figure out why you chose to love me of all people, but I want you to know that I’ll work every day to be worthy of you.” 

Tears prick your eyes as you meet that gentle gaze. “You don’t have to work for my love, Azriel. You’ve always deserved it.” Azriel presses his forehead against yours as he holds you closer. “It might take a while, but I don’t mind reminding you every day that you’re more than worthy of me.” 

You were barely breathing as he cups your face. Azriel scans your features, searching for any sign of hesitation, but he only finds the same yearning twisting through his own heart at the sight of you. The shadowsinger beholds the plain and simple truth written all over your face. Your heart beats for Azriel and Azriel alone. 

“I love you,” he says softly. 

Those three little words, whispered by the love of your life underneath the cover of moonlight, was more than you could ever ask for. 

You smile brightly. “I love you too, Azriel.” 

“My heart, however torn and scarred it may be, is entirely and irrevocably yours, angel.”

Azriel closes the gap between you, those hazel eyes of his filling with shimmering hope as he savors the feel of you in his arms. Time slows as he brings his lips down to yours and kisses you gently. His mouth was soft and warm, tasting of mead and honey while his lips melded to yours. 

You could’ve spent an eternity kissing Azriel, letting his tongue slide over yours in languid movements while your whole body leans into his touch. Fireworks erupt all over your body as Azriel pulls you flush against him. Your fingers tangle in his hair while he trails a burning path down the hollow of your throat, nipping at the soft skin just below your ear. The soft breathy moan that escapes from your lips makes the shadowsinger grin against your neck. 

“Mine,” he declares as he leaves his mark all over your skin. 

“Yours.” The entirety of your mind, body, and soul seemed to agree with the statement. There was no doubt about it - Azriel was the only one for you. 

Despite the fact that there was barely a wisp of space between you, it still didn’t feel like enough. You craved for more of him. Tonight, you wanted all of Azriel. 

As you pull away, Azriel groans in protest at the loss of your warmth. You grin, standing upright while you tug at his hand. He watches you curiously as you unlace your boots and kick them off to the side. Your leather trousers come off next and the shadowsinger chuckles as you wriggle out of them. He steadies your waist so that you can remove them with ease. 

“What are you doing?” 

You shrug nonchalantly. “Undressing.” 

Azriel smirks. “I can see that, smartass. As much as I enjoy the view, would you care to fill me in on the plan?” 

“I’m taking a dip in the lake,” you state as you discard the knives strapped around your waist. “You’re more than welcome to join me. I promise I don’t bite, unless you ask.” 

The cheeky wink you sent his way was enough to convince Azriel. “You sound like Cassian.”

You raise an amused brow. “I’m undressing in front of you and you’re thinking of Cas?”

Azriel’s laughter strikes you like a bolt of lightning. “You’re absolutely right, angel. How terribly rude of me.” 

With a wicked grin, you tug your shirt over your head and chuck it at Azriel’s chest. “I guess you’ll just have to find a way to make it up to me, Az.”

His loaded gaze burns right through you as Azriel begins taking off his clothes. While he was busy shrugging out of his shirt, you took the opportunity to toss aside your underclothes. Suddenly, you felt extremely conscious of Azriel seeing your naked form. To settle your nerves, you wade into the lake so you could find cover underneath the water. 

The shadowsinger follows you soon after, watching as you shake out the mud and blood from your hair. In the middle of your scrubbing, he grabs your wrist and pulls you flush against him. 

Underneath the glow of the full moon, Azriel looked absolutely beautiful. His dark hair fell in soft tendrils atop his cheekbones and grazed his full, pouty lips. You can't help the smile that curves at the corner of your lips, reaching out to swipe at a splatter of blood staining the shadowsinger's sharp jaw. Azriel’s eyes flutter close at your touch. He sighs in contentment, nuzzling into your hand. 

“Hi,” you say softly.

Soft, hazel eyes appraise you tenderly. “Hi,” Azriel replies as his arm snakes around your waist. 

Brushing the hair out of your face, he tilts your chin up so he can examine you from a better angle. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” 

You flush, smiling softly. “Not tonight, no.” 

Azriel’s lips brush against your cheek. “You’re breathtaking, angel. An absolute dream.”

His fingertips trail a path down your torso, his light touch igniting the fire in your core while he traces a line through your collarbone all the way down to the curve of your hips as though he was committing your body to memory.  You clamp your fingers onto his wrist, guiding his hand up to your breast.

Azriel inhales sharply as his eyes darken with desire. With his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, he looked utterly angelic. Completing the imagery, his dark wings flare behind him while he gazes down at you.

“Are you sure?” he asks so softly as though he was half expecting you to change your mind. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my immortal life, Azriel. I want all of you tonight.”

Azriel kisses you again with more hunger and passion, pausing briefly to hike your legs around his waist. You take the opportunity to admire his solid chest and the perfectly sculpted abs that flexed underneath your touch. It was honestly criminal to look this good while covered in grime and blood. 

The shadowsinger takes his time with you, kissing and nipping at your skin and letting the desire for him build as he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth. You take turns scrubbing at each other’s skin until the both of you are clean and spotless. Starlight trickles down Azriel’s wings while he wades over to the shallow end of the lake with you latched onto his waist. With your back pressed against the smooth, pale rock behind you, Azriel pecks your cheek once more and positions you against him.

“I want to take my time with you,” he says as he brushes a dark tendril of hair behind your ear. From up close, you could make out the golden flecks smattering those warm hazel eyes. “I want to remember this night for the rest of my life.” 

You smile, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I do too, Az.”

Those powerful wings unfurl behind him, covering the both of you with the red and golden hues shimmering against his back. Azriel braces himself against your entrance, slowly pushing his length into you while he carefully watches your expression to ensure that he wasn’t hurting you. He shudders at how wet and ready you are for him, dropping his head down at the crook of your neck while placing a gentle kiss on your collarbone. 

“Are you alright, baby?” 

Azriel was only halfway in, but you could already feel your walls stretching to take all of him. The pressure of his length sliding into you uncoils in your lower belly, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. As you sink down lower into him, you could barely bite back the moan from crawling up your throat. 

“Look at me, angel.” Azriel says as he cups your jaw in his hand. “Promise you’ll tell me if it gets to be too much, alright?”  

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. The sweet and gentle way he was looking at you told you that he’d stop at nothing to ensure that this experience would be nothing but pleasurable for you. This was the Azriel that you knew and loved. 

“I promise.” 

The husky moan that left his lips as your walls clench around his cock awakens a dizzying wave of pleasure to course through your body. You could tell that Azriel was trying his best to restrain himself and he attempts to anchor himself by gripping your hips so hard that you were sure the marks of his fingertips would leave bruises. 

“Can I move, baby?”

“Gods, yes.”

Azriel snaps his hips into yours and the sensation was so heavenly, it had you arching off the pale stone. The water shimmers around you as the shadowsinger makes love to you, slowly pushing and pulling in and out of you while your moans echo in the clearing. His gaze never once leaves your face, examining the cries of pleasure you were making, reveling in the sight of you naked and bare before him, while you straddle his waist in desperation.

He loved seeing you like this, needy and desperate for him, knowing that no one else ever got to witness this side of you. Azriel was well aware that it was a privilege to love and be loved by you and he made sure to worship every inch of you to convey just how special it made him feel. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, latching his lips onto the sensitive spot just below your earlobe. 

Your lips part and Azriel takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, tasting every inch of you while he guides your hips with his large hands. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces and the pleasure of the gentle roll of your hips onto his length had you murmuring Azriel’s name into his neck. 

“I love the way you moan my name,” Azriel says with a grin. “It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.” 

You place a trail of kisses upon his neck, sucking lightly on his earlobe as you shamelessly moan his name again and again. “Azriel,” you drag out, tasting every syllable on your tongue as his thrusts pick up the pace. 

Just like he promised, Azriel relishes every inch of you slowly. He savors every sound, every sensation, every bit of praise that falls from your lips. 

“You are mine,” he says, fingers splayed out at the back of your neck possessively. “And I am yours.”

“Forever and always, Azriel,” you respond, lips parting in utter ecstasy as he grunts in approval. 

Dropping his forehead down to yours, the shadowsinger ruts into you, hitting the right spots at just the right angle as your nails rake over his back. The growl he unleashes sets a fire in your core. You bounce on his cock impatiently, taking all of him in and out, your walls memorizing every ridge and curve of his length while you writhe in pleasure. 

"Are you close, angel?" he breathes, barely hanging onto the sliver of restraint he had left. Azriel wanted to mark you, to have his scent seeping from every inch of your skin so that everyone would know who you belong to.

"So close, Az." You pull away, meeting his burning gaze with a satisfied smile. "I want us to come together."

Azriel growls his agreement, watching as you roll your hips into him, letting you control the tempo while you stare into each other's eyes. He moans your name sharply, head tilting back as your own walls tighten around him, signaling that your orgasm was fast approaching.

"Together," he says, dipping his forehead down to yours.

You nod and the sight of him unraveling underneath you nearly brings you to tears. Azriel was completely vulnerable, lips parted, eyes rolling back while his arousal fills you. He groans as you soak him with your own orgasm, gasping and panting while he kisses you again and again.

It’s only after the third time he makes you come when Azriel finally relents, wrapping you into his arms while the two of you lie back on the grassy knoll, fully dressed and warm as his wings shields you from the cold breeze. 

“Should we start heading home?” you ask with a yawn, resting your head on Azriel’s shoulder. 

The red and golden membrane shimmers at his back as his wings curve around you protectively. “In a second. I’m not ready for this night to end yet.” 

You smile, placing a kiss at the nape of his neck. “Thank you, Azriel.”

His brow furrow in response. “For what, angel?” 

“For showing me this place,” you start, gazing at the beautiful lake once again. “For opening up to me. For loving me. For…everything.” 

The smile that spreads across his face tug at your heartstrings. It was the most breathtaking sight you’ve ever seen. “I love you angel,” he says again as he kisses your forehead. “Forever and always.”

You nuzzle into him, feeling like the luckiest female in the realm. “I love you too, Azriel. Forever and always.”

taglist: @cherryjain17, @moony-thoughts, @sporadicfestivaldragon, @i-opened-the-chamber-of-secrets

[janet-the-interplanet]

dnjdhdhdhdhd my mom is gonna take me to see a broadway show of my choosing for my birthday in january and i am so tempted to just ask if we can see the outsiders again😭😭

[punkeropercyjackson]

theoretically… could i ask for reference pics of summer to make art of him…

Here!!Dazzle him up with piercings and shi' but yeah this is exactly what he looks like!!I can't theoretically wait to see🥺🥺🥺

[jane-lynndrake-t]

Do you actually want a reason why you may be kidnapped?

I- might have some ideas.

But how would you know? We haven't spoken before this? Nor have we met?

[alexanderpearce]

me and. me and janet fielding tegan from doctor who

[stratocumulusperlucidus]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 💕

Thank youuu this is lovely 🥰💖

Here's Janet sleeping on a planter because apparently that's more comfy than all the cute cat beds we buy her...

[gilfrespecter]

Im begging someone anyone to give me things to draw my job is hellishly boring more so than normal bc I'm on light duty and I'm angry at my boss for fucking up my paycheck AGAIN so I can't go downstairs and annoy him for fun

[fatesown]

tag drop -> dash commentary

[james-stark-the-writer]

okay, so, a YouTube video I was watching just made a Rocky Horror Picture Show joke so I decided to go actually listen to Time Warp outside of the context of the movie and the song has such a fun structure and it's so weird and wild and it's like genuinely fun to listen to which is so fucking funny to me because when I first saw the movie, it was the song that made me want to turn the movie off (the one that really tested my patience was the Hot Patootie Eddie song bc it was just doing nothing for me and its place in the movie didn't make sense to me but I did watch the whole movie still lol, I was just not a fan of a lot of the ways the songs were used). Time Warp is a song that is really good and cool that is actively worse in the viewing of the movie (at least for the first watch)

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim with hannaki disease

spending his childhood choking on flowers

Barely able to breathe rejection after rejection

Jason is attacking him at the tower and he can’t stop coughing out flowers

when dick gives Damian Robin, Tim leaves the cave spitting out petals

imagine if he died of suffocation during the Bruce quest

Fuck. I love hanahaki disease.

Tw: death, blood, asphyxiation, fictional disease, dead body description, gore

For those of y'all unaware, it's a completely fictional disease where having unrequited love results in the person growing flowers in their chest. It's usually romantic, but I prefer the platonic versons (especially child-parent angst, holy fuck).

I've seen two types of hanahaki:

The love is actually unrequited

The person only perceives the love as being unrequited

Either way, the progression is as follows:

Person coughs up one petal

They start coughing up more and usually blood

They cough up an entire blossom

They die trying to cough up the entire flower (blossom and stem)

There are four outcomes to hanahaki disease, depending on what rules you are working with:

Love becomes requited

Person dies

They have a surgery to remove their ability to have feelings

They lose (voluntarily or not) their memories about their unrequited love

Some people play with flower meanings of the petals being coughed up. I fucking love those versions so much.

Let's get into the AU! The timeline is mine to fuck around with, so excuse any non-canon progressions.

~~~~

Tim has chronic hanahaki disease from his parents. They visit often enough to quell the worst symptoms and mitigate the damage, but they don't stick around enough (or show enough constant attention) for the petals to go away.

Janet once asked Tim if he'd like to get the surgery. Tim said no. Janet respected that choice and never asked again even though Tim was like nine at the time. It also becomes a fear of his. He wakes up in cold sweat at the phantom idea of just not being able to love anyone. It terrifies him, even if the feeling of asphyxiation is the only other option.

When Janet dies and Tim becomes Robin, he does his best to hide his condition from Bruce. It worsens, from the way Tim adores and loves the Bats, but Tim manages.

It's a rough few years, but slowly, the ice begins to melt. The Waynes show Tim more and more affection. YJ also shower him in so much care to the point that Tim has days of uninterrupted breathing.

It's a novel but welcome feeling.

Jack waking up from the coma complicates shit. His condition worsens again, but it's manageable.

Until Tim's sixteenth birthday.

The teen will never admit, but that test nearly fucking killed him. Bruce never finds out how close he was to killing his Robin, but Tim knows. He'll never forget how thorns scraped along his throat at the idea that he can't trust anyone. He'll never rid himself of the intimate knowledge of how blossoms taste in his mouth and the sickly sweet smell of blood mixed with flower petals.

Tim has to quit Robin, for his safety, health, and as a "fuck you" to Bruce, but realizes he can't keep in contact with Dick, Alfred, or Barbara without it. He can't contact his team.

He has to go back, so he does.

Tim's not sure if it's better or worse that Bruce didn't know about the hanahaki. If the man did, would he still have done the test? Due to him never showing remorse or guilt for his actions, the teen doesn't know.

The question pesters him even when his dad finds out about Robin.

It plagues him through Steph becoming Robin and dying.

It festers into his bones when, while wearing those same damn colors, he hears his father die.

That is one or many reasons "Uncle Eddie" was created.

Tim can't quite trust Bruce, but he finds himself still loving the father-like figure in his life. He finds himself forgiving him. He leans into the hair ruffles, shoulder pats, and gruff words of affection. He lets himself be loved.

Then, an undead asshole in a gleaming red bucket comes to kick Tim's ass. The teen can't help but laugh at the way his life bounces between breathing and dying at the drop of a hat.

He's just barely able to hide the flowers from both Red Hood and the Titans.

A little assassin appears, and each attack brings a petal.

Each new death hampers Tim's ability to breathe. Tim tries, but it's so fucking hard. How is he supposed to live without them?

With the ticklish scrape of petals, Tim doesn't think he's supposed to.

Bruce isn't dead. Tim knows, with every fiber of his being, that Bruce can't be dead. Tim won't survive if he is.

Even if Tim loses everything, even if these damn fucking flowers consume him, at least his death will have a purpose.

That's what he tells himself as he lies in a pool of blood beneath the stars. The sand at his back is soft in comparison to the stem piercing his throat and tongue. The sound of his choking is joined by the bubbling wheezing of Pru.

Ra's peers down at the body already set with rigor mortis. Tim's jaw is pried apart by a bouquet of yellow carnations dripping in blood.

The demon head hums at the sight, a dangerous gleam to his eyes. With the flick of a hand, two assassins grab the young detective's corpse. The other three bodies are taken as well.

Tim's eyes fling open as the teen gasps for air.

It's wrong. It's wrong. It's all wrong. He's empty.

He's surrounded in green.

Oh fuck.

For awhile, Tim just soaks in the soft expansion of his lungs. He marvels at their capability.

He can't remember a time when he's been able to breathe so easily. It's enchanting and allots the teen a giddy sort of relief.

Through the destruction of both the Spiders and the LoA, he finds himself taking small moments to just breathe. It's a simple joy he can't help but partake in.

Tim logically knows there's a price. His breaths cost him, though he doesn't know their price. He should be dead and buried within the flowers.

He is neither.

He is alive. He is free (from the petals. It takes him a little bit to become free of Ra's).

Tim brushes aside these valid and alarming concerns to focus on his goals: escape, take down Ra's, and derail whatever retaliation occurs.

So that's what Tim does. He ignores the insistent sense of wrongness and focuses on the task at hand. He coordinates his friends and family. He faces down Ra's. He gets kicked out of a window.

With a grim smile, his body goes lax and his eyes flutter shut

He's done.

When Tim springs up from unconsciousness, Steph's voice reassures him he's safe. She tells him he's in the batcave.

The tension to bleeds from his body as Damian mutters a demand. Tim's eyes dart from Robin to Batgirl to Batman (Dick) to Alfred.

That sinking feeling of wrongness returns.

Dick's eyes are trained on the teen as he asks Tim, "How did you know I'll be there to save you?"

It's obvious the man is worried. It's obvious he's so fucking glad he caught his younger brother.

The lie falls from Tim's lips as smooth as any truth, "You're my brother, Dick. You'll always be there for me."

Dick's face brightens with fond relief.

Tim watches. He observes the reactions of his older brother. He catalogs the effect of his words on the man he's admired and loved for thirteen years.

He notes all of this.

And he feels nothing.

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #32

My baby, you’re my baby.

Imagine dis…

You know, I have the songs Mitski - I Bet on Losing Dogs and Reba McEntire - I'm A Survivor.

So in memory of the ever ending loop finally dissappearing and now replaced with Wake up by Llunr… Here it goes…

…

In the heart of Gotham, The Teen Titans who are being led by Tim Drake (Robin), along with Conner Kent (Superboy), and Bart Allen (Kid Flash) are fighting a powerful magician. They had managed to hold their ground, but they were unable to pass the unending minions summoned by the magician, nor could they land a decent hit on the magician, who was fighting fire with fire. Knowing they needed magical ability, they asked Zatanna to handle the caster while they focused on the minions.

The air crackled with electricity as spells collided and blended in a frantic dance of light and power. Just as they were ready to gain the upper hand, two opposing spells from Zatanna and their opponent collided in what appeared to be a last-ditch attempt. A flood of raw, uncontrolled power surged toward them, wiping out the majority of the minions and now heading towards them, and before they could react, they were bathed in blinding light.

…

When the light went off, they found themselves in a completely dark room. Their senses heightened, and they stood alert, as all three of them wondered what the magic's effects would be. Light gradually appeared around them, presenting a scene that perplexed and concerned them.

A teenage male with dark hair stood in the center of the room, carrying a baby swaddled in a blue and star-printed blanket. The boy's eyes were sad and shiny, and his cheeks were swollen with unshed tears. He rocked the baby softly and sang a sweet tune. Surrounding him were walls and a small window that was too high and narrow for him to escape, but just right for a newborn baby.

On the other side of the window, another teen came this time with dirty blonde hair and freckles and bright green eyes. Crouching to look at the teen mentioned above, who is still humming as if in his little universe. He looked at the first teen, full of sadness and grief, and said, as no sound came from the scene, that it was time.

The dark-haired kid took a deep breath before pulling out a little necklace covered with snowflake decorations. He wrapped it around the baby's neck, his hands quivering. Tim automatically stroked the similar necklace that hung around his neck, disguised by the layers of clothes he wore.

Tim knew he was adopted; he had always known. He had always resembled his adoptive parents, Janet and Jack, making him the ideal heir to the Drakes. He had attempted to locate his biological parents but had only encountered dead ends. Now he understood he was seeing a long-forgotten memory.

The dark-haired teen gave the baby to the other kid, who cautiously reached through the window. As he did, Tim noticed the thick chains that shackled the dark-haired teen's body, blocking his escape. The boy stared at the infant one more time and mumbled something Tim couldn't hear.

The blonde teenager appears to convince the other teenager that he will find a suitable home for the baby he is currently carrying.

The dark-haired teen flashed a sorrowful smile and looked longingly at the baby, who was now struggling to wake up as if realizing that the person holding him was not his mom.

The blonde teen nodded and prepared his motorcycle, placing the baby who is now trying to have a crying feast in a sidecar alongside what appeared to be his dog with red eyes for further protection and sped off.

All three of them looked at the chained teen as he held his gaze to the vehicle up until it went smaller and smaller and until it vanished from his sight.

Just as they thought the scene was over they were immediately shattered as a large metal door that seemed to materialize behind them opened wide and out came walking someone they knew as they were already in the middle of investigating.

Vlad Masters

Someone who gained his wealth through mysterious ways that warrant an investigation as most of the deals are more favorable to Masters than to his so-called partners.

They saw Masters grab the teen roughly and began hissing through gritted teeth something, leaving bruises wherever he handled the chained teen.

The teen, on the other hand, seemed so detached, as if he completely removed himself from the present as he let Masters rough handle him.

…

Tim wanted to scream, to rage as both of his teammates were already holding him back from running towards something they know is something of the past.

That is his parent GODDAMMIT!, Tim raged in his mind, usually he would have been calm and collected, logical, and gathered the facts. But a single memory made all of his restraints snap.

All Tim ever wanted was to be loved, something he never received during his stay with the Drakes. Both Janet and Jack kept on mentioning how Tim should be grateful that he is the one chosen to stay under their roof with thousands of dollars at his fingertips.

But here he was watching something he was too young to remember, something that his head kept flashing.

The soft hum of a melody that he would sometimes hear deep within his mind as he tried to cry himself to sleep.

A single necklace is a connection between him and his biological parents.

Watching how helplessly his father was? Mother? Be abused, be chained down.

Maybe that’s why he couldn’t find a lead, Masters sent someone to handle the blonde teen who brought him to a nice orphanage before the Drake couple adopted him.

…

The scene faded as Tim, Conner, and Bart were brought back to reality. They awoke to find Zatanna watching over them, her expression filled with concern.

Zatanna said that they had been bound in a deep memory spell, which the magician had created to capture them in a recurrent memory, rendering them unable to discern between the memory and the real world. However, because she also sent out her counter, it only displayed a fleeting memory to stop them from ending up like Sleeping Beauty.

She chuckled as she glanced at them questioningly, hoping for the best, and thought they witnessed a memory that reminded them of a dark time during their hero times.

Tim sat up, still holding the necklace. He had observed a memory from his past that he had never known existed. It wasn't just a last-ditch attempt at a spell; it was a look into a long-held secret that he had forgotten.

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PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.