#Coffee addicts

[insomnisnack]

A piece of my fic Sanctuary on AO3

Danny was eating his sandwich in peace when his eyes caught a man walking up to the café looking suspicious, when said man pulled a gun out, he felt justified and also disgruntled.

“Nobody moves!” the criminal shouted, “Gimme everything you got! All of you! Phones, wallets cash, everything damnit!”

People stood, shaking with fear in their eyes but also resignation, Danny also stood and slowly moved closer.

He glanced at the bathroom doors; good Tim was staying in there.

Suddenly the man pistol whipped one of the civilians for not moving fast enough, blood rushed in his ears, and his core hollered at the cry of the innocent.

He moved, footsteps silent and quick; before the attacker noticed Danny’s right hand gripped the gun. Using a bit of intangibility to pull it from the man’s grip, there wasn’t much of height difference between him and the criminal, which he used that to his advantage.

Gun still in hand, he grasped the back of the guy's shirt and slammed his knee into stomach; the man crumpled surprise written across his features as he landed on the titled floor.

Thanks to Valarie's insistence Danny knew quite a bit about guns, including how to eject the clip, which he did, throwing it across the room.

Out of spite the halfa sent a sharp, vicious kick to the man's crumpled form and put the gun on the counter.

“Has anyone called the police yet?” he asked a bit breathless; no one replied.

Out of some weird impulse he then reached into the now unconscious man’s pockets and took the money out of the guy’s wallet. Not much, just a fifty but it was something and now it was his.

He looked around to see everyone just standing there with an array of emotions marring their features.

He saw Tim come around the corner and he waved and then looked around, “Seriously, Police? Anyone? No? Okay then.”

Next, he turned his attention to the woman on the ground holding her head, he could see blood dripping down her forehead and a small child was crying beside her.

He crouched next to them, “Hey, can you hear me?” the women groaned in response.

Well, that was sort of a response, wasn’t it?

Danny stood up and walked to the cashier, “Hey you got a clean cloth? She has a head wound.”

He got a nod in response before the lady slinked to the back and he waited; the kid came up to him and pulled on his pant leg.

“Is mama gonna be okay?” the little boy asked sniffling, tears in his eyes.

The halfa patted the kid’s head and even though he wasn’t sure it would help he sent a wave of Safe-Calm-Helping at the boy.

The woman behind the counter was back with a dry cloth, he thanked her and then sat on his knees in front of the wounded mother, child trailing behind him.

“I need you to take this towel and hold it against your wound, can you do that miss?” he asked gently, he got another groan, but the older woman reached out her hand with her eyes closed.

He firmly pressed the towel into her hand and guided it back to the wound, applying the pressure needed.

Tim ran up to him at that moment and kneeled beside him muttering about being gone for all of five seconds. “I called an ambulance, police are on their way, what can I do to help?”

Danny felt so grateful, he nudged his head towards the boy and his friend immediately got the hint, moving over and talking in whispers to the scared child.

[bet-on-me-13]

Batman pisses off Danny one day, so he decided to take revenge

Tim and Barbra aren’t the only ones addicted to Coffee, all of them are. Not a single one doesn’t rely on Coffee to function.

So Danny makes sure to make everybody just coincidentally forget to buy more coffee when they go shopping. He makes sure their orders are always misplaced when they go to a Cafe. He even makes it so that if they do ever get their hands on Coffee, it simply will not flow out of the Cup, it will flow around their mouths, or recede whenever they try to reach for it

Like Tantalus.

The Batfamily are begging Bruce to apologize to Danny, but he refuses to on principle

[glittergelpensherlock]

Riz Gukgak [because I don't want to do school]

[sarasidlesaid]

I honestly can’t decide.

[coffee-is-my-oxygen]

Bestie, I'm pretty sure we're clones or smthing. 1. coffee addiction? drink 4-6 cups per day. 2.I live on tumblr as well 3. I like girls ( I am also a girly) 4.Rants are my favorite thing ever

Oh my goshhhh are we best friends now??? Also we’re both swifties??? Are you also shaking in anticipation for ttpd 😭

also 4-6 cups per day is the only correct amount 😂

[razpberrypie]

[ronydesign19]

ice coffee t shirts

get it from my store on redbubble

[agriokatsikos]

Για έναν ακόμα Αύγουστο νιώσαμε λίγο σαν τον Τσίου, στην προσπάθεια να βρούμε έναν σωστό καφέ. Ευτυχώς που βρέθηκε ένας χάρτης για coffee addicts και άνοιξαν τα μάτια.

[rozeflavored]

i’m shaking and i’m dizzy but can’t stop craving more coffee ><

[whiterose-fans-blog]

Weiss: *under her breath* I don't ask how much you're sugar.

Ruby: … Weiss how much do you weigh?

Weiss, choking: exCUSE ME?

Ruby: Well, you’ve drank like two pots of coffee today?

Weiss: AND?

Ruby: You’re probably, like, some percent coffee at this point right? Like two percent coffee, maybe 0.5 part cream?

Weiss: … I need you to go back to staring at your scroll

Ruby: That’s where I’m doing the math on how much of my wife is coffee

[academic-vampire]

ℭ𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔷 𝔎𝔞𝔣𝔨𝔞 🧺🍂🤎

(Kafka would’ve hated this cafe)

[fanaticalthings]

POV: You're the oldest sibling

it's tough being the oldest.

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Bonus:

[insomnisnack]

Somehow I just know today is going to suck.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Tim giving his debrief post-Red Robin/Time Masters/Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne/etc.

Reference under cut

[floq]

they are both addicted to caffeine, but in different ways

[ID in alt text]

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC the Dog and the Death Wish

Written for: Flufftober, prompt 1. Lost Pet Meet Cute

"Cujo!"

Both Tim and the dog turn their heads in the direction of the voice at the same time. There's not a lot of people in the Robinson Park at five in the morning - that's why Tim is here, actually, because he wanted a walk but did not want to deal with people - so the dog’s owner is easily recognizable.

A boy with a disheveled mop of black hair, sixteen, maybe seventeen years old, in old jeans and an unzipped hoodie. He has a leash in one hand and a look of worry on his face as he approaches, not quite walking but not yet running towards them.

The dog gives him an excited bark and, finally, leaves Tim alone, darting back to the boy. Tim breathes out a sigh of relief. Not that he is afraid of dogs, but this one was big and loud, with no leash and very interested in his cup of coffee for some reason.

The boy catches his pet by its collar and turns to Tim, an apologetic smile on his face. In the foggy park, where the only sources of light are street lamps and the faint brink of dawn over the skyline, he looks a little otherworldly. But then, everything looks otherworldly at five in the morning.

"I'm so sorry," the boy starts, strapping the leash to the dog's collar, "He doesn't usually run off like that, I thought I'd be okay to let him play around for some time-"

"It's alright," Tim interrupts his ramble and smiles back. If it's a bit forced, then no one would notice in the dim lighting. Only the boy somehow does, tilting his head in a concerned manner.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine," Tim rushes to assure, hiding his free hand in his pocket and awkwardly moving his coffee cup in the air, "I guess humans are not the only ones who crave coffee in this hour."

The boy blinks, clearly taken aback. Then, his eyes shift to Tim's cup, and then he snaps his head to the dog, who is wagging its tail with an innocent look. Somehow, it looks much smaller now - Tim swears the dog was the size of a mastiff the first time he's seen it, but now it's barely bigger than a hound. Is this his sleep-deprived hallucinations kicking in?

"Cujo!" This time, the boy's voice sounds accusatory, "We talked about this! What did I tell you about stealing drinks that are not mine?"

The dog barks. Tim blinks. He is fairly sure dogs shouldn't be having coffee at all, but the boy seems entirely unconcerned on that matter.

"I can buy you a new coffee?" The boy offers, and Tim shakes his head, coming back from his thoughts.

"Um, no, thanks," he smiles again, and huffs a short laugh, "He didn't get to it, and, besides, it's a special order, they won't brew it for anyone who's not me."

The boy suddenly freezes, staring at Tim. And then, his lips slowly stretch in a grin.

He points to Tim's cup, "Is that Death Wish?"

Now, it's Tim's turn to freeze and stare.

"How'd you-" and a moment later, it hits him, and he points a finger to the boy, "You! The only other guy who orders it!"

The dog barks again, looking between them and happily nudging it's owner in the hip with its nose. The boy laughs softly and pats it on the head.

"Guilty as charged," he admits with a smirk and nods to the dog, "At least it makes sense why Cujo chose you out of all the people in the park."

"And not because I'm literally the only other person here," Tim rolls his eyes, even though he feels himself smiling as well.

"Oh, you're not," the boy waves him off, "The park is never empty, well, not for us," he adds a bit cryptically, and then gestures to the gates down the path without skipping a beat. "Anyway, I was planning on getting a coffee after the walk, but do you wanna go and give baristas a heart attack by coming in together?"

That's... not very nice. Tim thinks about it for a moment. Then, he shrugs and smiles.

"Sure," he takes a sip of his coffee, "I'm Tim, by the way."

"Danny," the boy introduces himself and nods to the dog, "And the mediocre boy is Cujo."

"Mediocre?"

"He's not a 'good boy' for running off, but he's not a 'bad boy' either, since he got me a Death Wish buddy. Hence, mediocre boy."

Tim hides a laugh as all three of them head to the gates, absently noticing how the first rays of the dawn are coloring the treetops in gold.

"Makes sense."