#Kon el fanfiction

[castrian-amore]

Just want you to feel Something

By Castrian Amore

Tags(for full list please visit ao3): Tim Drake/ Kon El Kent, Rockstar Kon-el, CEO Tim Drake, Fake dating, rockstar au, friends to lovers, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, bad parents Jack and Janet Drake, mentor Bruce Wayne…

Tim has a perfectly good reputation. Constantly volunteering to charity, cares for his employee’s . He brought the company record profits and all time employee retainment highs.

Kon-el Kent has a perfectly bad reputation of being a rebellious rockstar. Getting drunk. Crowd surfing, being exceptionally flirty and hot, the whole works.

By no means should their lives have ever crossed. Until a fateful New Year’s Eve party and too many drinks. The tabloids took it and ran…

“CEO of Drake Enterprises Timothy Drake dating lead singer of YJ?!?”

“Kon-el sharing a passionate New Year’s Eve kiss with a new boy? Is the heartthrob finally taken?”

Next Chapter

[factionzero]

Feral love

In a world where a clone never got the love and support he deserved he turns to a darker path to get his needs met.

But a chance encounter at villain-con may change things for the better.

[plutonicbees]

we talk about "yj killed santa!" "yj watched santa die!" "yj let santa get exploded by an evil meteor!"

but we need to further discuss the fact that they then took it upon themselves to deliver all of santa's presents---and they weren't even able to finish until march

so, how do you think they went about it?

I imagine they really tried their hardest until the new year (or the end of somebody's winter break), at which point it just became a kind of chore list between school and missions and shit

there were probably spreadsheets and schedules to get it done asap but the thing about having to do all that on top of being a superhero and a teenager---is that a schedule would mean absolutely nothing; procrastination. world ending shit. weird ass super shit. the general maladies of being teen aged.

in my mind, they tried doing team deliveries via the super-cycle before realizing that they should really just split up, at which point the brunt of it fell to bart, kon, and cassie. cue cartoon image of bart running with a comically large backpack. but tim or cissie could take the super-cycle and carry larger deliveries and greta likes to tag along on those rides.

also, having to leave the house to do all that?? max would absolutely think bart is fucking with him and trying to get out of doing his schoolwork. helena would just sit down like. nobody told me having a superhero daughter would involve the aftermath of santa's fiery death. what did I do to deserve this. I can't even imagine this being a lie because it would be the most insane lie ever. I don't even care if you're just trying to go out with your friends because what was that story. and then there's tim on a faraway mission with dick or bruce just going "hey I need to make a delivery, dw abt it ahaha" and then fucking off to do his santa shit. absolutely does not bring it up.

do you think cissie was still on the team by the end of those 3-ish months? did they hold her to being a santa helper even when she left?

consider the implications !!!!

[too-much-tma-stuff]

I Want Better For You (part 3.5)

part 1 | Masterpost | Part 3

Tim sat on the edge of his bed in Titan’s Tower, his mind going like a hamster on a wheel, a mile a minute and getting nowhere. In his hands he held the note left for him by Red Hood! It was a serious security breach that he had gotten in here at all. Obviously Tim knew he was smart, he had been Robin before Tim after all, you couldn’t do that job without being smart as hell and strong as heck. But he had upgraded the security himself when he joined the team, no one should have been able to get into the tower, let alone into his room to leave the note.

At least it wasn’t a bad note? In fact it was… nice, it was a kind offer. They had to know that if he did this he would spy, he wouldn’t even be able to help it because he’d always had a detective's mind, yet still they offered. 

Of course there was always a possibility that it was a trap of some type but Tim really didn’t think it was. Jason had proved he could get into the Tower, if he wanted Tim dead or kidnapped he could have just done it.

He should talk to his team about this, he should talk to Bruce about this, but for the moment he just held the note. Robin had always been his hero, sure it was Dick he’d first recognized because of the Flying Grayson connection, but Jason had been His Robin. Tim had idolized Jason, and been completely devastated when he died. Ya he had become Robin to help Bruce, but it was to memorialize Jason as well.

He knew that Jason wasn’t the same as he’d been before his death, but… while he was dead Tim had gotten used to thinking of him like a brother. A part of him desperately wanted to take this note at face value, to forget all about the violence, and the crimes, and just take the olive branch and bond with his childhood hero. But he was going to be smart about this.

He was going to go, of course he was, but he needed to put safety measures in place and some sort of plan. Though he probably still wasn’t going to tell B about it, he was overprotective and would grill Tim for any bit of information he managed to gleen, and if he wanted any real info he would have to do a long con. Best he could do right now would be to have Superboy listen in, set up a code word, and have Impulse ready for an extraction if needed then… well he’d tell Batman when he needed to.

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It took about a week to talk Superboy into letting him go but it wasn’t exactly hard to set up as minimal of plans as he had, including wearing a hidden wire to record whatever happened. As long as it worked, Tim had heard tech had a habit of messing up around Hyena if he didn’t want them working. 

He didn’t bother thinking of an excuse, he didn’t think he needed one. Wanting to get to know them would be enough, especially if he was going to rely on them for anything in the future. 

So, feeling tense and keeping to the shadows he entered Crime Alley on a slow night with his friends behind him, figuratively speaking. He moved a bit deeper in, grappling up to the roof of a building, feeling a little lost and listless. He did know vaguely where to find these two, but Crime Alley wasn’t a small place, and now that he was in their territory he didn’t know where to go, it’s not like they knew where Hood and Hyena lived, or their base of operations. 

It seemed like he didn’t need to though, because while he was standing on the roof thinking he saw someone coming, leaping from one building to the other with reckless abandon. They weren’t even using a grapple as they free ran and made jumps Tim was pretty sure should have been impossible. Tim knew who it was before they were close enough to see detail because Hood still used a grapple, the only one who acted like that was Hyena.

Sure enough Hood’s lover skidded to a halt across the roof in front of Tim, grinning to the point he could see it a little past the muzzle he wore. He didn’t have any weapons out, not that that meant anything, half the time Hyena forgot to use the clawed brass knuckles he carried and fought with bare hands. Tim was tense, ready to fight or flee but Hyena was not, he seemed relaxed and didn’t approach, keeping his hands visible. 

“Hey there little birdy, what can I do for ya?” Hyena asked, he didn’t have a Gotham accent but it was a little hard to tell where exactly it was from.

“I got Red Hood’s note. I just wanted to talk, introduce myself properly and meet you before I decide to take you up on any of the offers.” Tim said honestly.

“Of course!” Hyena agreed, pulling his phone out of a hidden pocket on the inside of his cropped jacket. “I’ll text Hood, ask him to pick up some food for us and we can have a little rooftop picnic and chat for a bit. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds good,” Tim said, not sure why he was surprised by the offer.

“Any requests? The lifestyle sure builds up an appetite huh? And I certainly hope you’re still growing,” Hyena teased, cackling at Tim’s expression of indignation. Hyena wasn’t that much taller than him!

“Coffee,” He requested, finally relaxing a little.

“Hmm,” Hyena sounded judgmental as he tapped at his phone. “Fine, it’s your bone density that’s at stake not mine.” He pressed send, waited a moment and his phone dinged with a reply. “Great, he’ll be on his way soon, with picking up food he’ll probably be about a half hour,” Hyena said, pocketing his phone again and flopping down, as if the rooftop was a soft bed. “I know it’s probably Hood you really came to see but is there anything I can tell you in the meantime? Let’s stick to small talk though huh? I know how you bats and birds are, but I also know you’re wearing a wire, and I’m not interested in spilling my guts.” 

“Alright, ya that’s fair. Hood mentioned in the note that you know a lot about astronomy?” Tim mentioned, finally sitting down with his legs crossed as well.

“Oh ya, I was totally obsessed with it for most of my life, I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid and learned everything I could about space and engineering,” Hyena confirmed casually.

“This is a long way from being an astronaut,” Tim pointed out.

“Ya, well, things don’t always go the way you plan you know? Sometimes you get kidnapped by mad scientists and experimented on to the point you go a little around the bend,” Hyena snickered. Tim wasn’t sure if he was being serious, or self referential, or not.

“Riiight, well, what are your favourite space facts then?” Tim asked, just to pass the time really. Hyena brightened immediately and was happy to start sharing a bunch of random facts. 

It ended up in a back and forth of fun facts, aerospace vs chemistry and both of them could go shot for shot when it came to engineering. Tim realized, a bit belatedly, that Hyena is way smarter than Tim had given him credit for. That was disconcerting but… if they ended up getting alone Tim thought he could have a lot of fun tinkering with him.

“Incoming,” Hood broke into their conversation, warning them before he landed on the roof so he wouldn’t startle them. “Hey there Timmy,” He said as he walked over to crouch next to Danny, handing him a few bags of batburger and a tray of drinks before taking off his helmet. He was wearing a domino underneath it but it wasn’t like Tim didn’t already know his identity. “Got your coffee, I bet if you took off that domino your eye bags would be nearly as dark as the mask. Never enough time to sleep between school, social life, and nightlife.” Jason said, taking the tray of drinks back from Hyena, who promptly started digging through the bag with his now free hands, and handed the coffee cup to Tim.

“If you drop out of school to play hero I will personally kick your ass,” Jason said pointing at Tim warningly. 

“Uhhh,” Tim sounded, shifting a little awkwardly because he couldn’t deny he had already thought about dropping out. He looked down and took a sip of the coffee, which wasn’t great, but hey. “Why do you care?”

“Neither Hyena or I got to finish school because we died before graduation,” Hood said simply, which was a punch in the gut, and new information about Hyena. “I want better for you.” 

Tim didn’t know how to respond to that.

Hyena finished rummaging through the bag with a little yip of delight and started distributing the food, handing Hood a bag and taking a box of chicken wings, a burger, and some fries for himself before handing off the rest to Tim. “Looks like Hood didn’t know what you wanted and bought half the store, whatever you don’t eat I’ll finish,” Hyena joked as Tim took the bag. “Shit I forgot my sauces,” Hyena grumbled, staring at his nuggets with a little pinch between his brows. 

“What sauce are you looking for?” Tim asked, looking through the bag.

“Sweet and sour,” Hyena said brightly and Tim found the sauce and tossed it to Hyena, who hummed happily and took off his mask to eat. He was completely barefaced now and Tim couldn’t help but stare a little just because of how casual he was being about this. “What?” Hyena asked, catching Tim staring. 

“Hey I know he’s cute but he’s taken,” Hood joked, slinging an arm around Hyena’s shoulders who cackled and leaned back against Jason.

“No!” Tim said, cursing his fair skin for showing his blush, not because Hood was right of course, he was just embarrassed! “I mean, that’s not what I was thinking, I’m just surprised you took off your mask,” He told Hyena.

“It’s not like you haven’t seen it before I’m sure. I’m sure you and the bats have already figured out my ‘civilian identity’ or whatever. It’s not like I have anything to protect really, I only have the mask and the outfit because I like the aesthetic.” Hyena said, gesturing down at himself. 

“Fair enough I guess…” Tim said before looking back at Hood. “How did you get into Titan’s Tower?”

“Trade secrets Timmy, I’d rather talk about you. How’s school? You got a girlfriend or boyfriend?” Jason asked with a shit eating grin as Tim sputtered indignantly and then took a big bite of his burger to avoid having to answer such an invasive question! Especially with Superboy definitely listening in.

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: DCU (Comics)

Sample Size: 32,682 stories

Source: AO3

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Phantom: *Kicks down the doors of the Titans Tower*

Titans core four: *Getting ready to fight"

Phantom: Which one of you is Superboy?

Kon:

Kon: Me obviously *gesturing to the large S on his chest*

Phantom: Cool. What custody days do you want?

Kon: You're going to have to explain

Phantom: *partially unravels the bundle of blankets to reveal a baby with kryptonian blue eyes*

Phantom: Congrats! You're a dad!

Kon: Oh god the card I got in the mail wasn't a prank

Phantom: Nope. Help me name him.

Tim: I have so many questions

Phantom: I have so few answers

Cassie: Thats not comforting

Phantom: I woke up in a mad scientists laboratory 200 years in the future to find out i have a clone baby with someone I've never heard of and everyone I knew and love is likely dead.

Kon:

Cassie:

Tim:

Phantom: If anyone needs comforting here its me

Nightwing: *the only adult in this situation* Okay, how about we talk about this. I'm sure the Justice League will be happy to help you and your baby

[help-itrappedmyself]

Tim Drake Vacation 2

Masterpost

Keeping himself from running into danger is easier when the supers have everything under control. Now though… Tim, is resigning himself to the fact that civilian--him may have to do something soon. 

     He and the entire contents of the coffee shop he was in have been taken hostage by someone-who-is-totally-not-Lex-Luthor. They were taken to a warehouse to be held as bait as totally-not-Lex waited in a new robot suit for Superman to show up. And, sure, Tim can't see inside the robot or anything. The voice is disguised, the figure is completely concealed. But that’s totally Lex Luthor. He has experience in this, that he absolutely cannot tell anyone about.

     Lex, as a bad guy, really isn’t so bad during phases 1 and 2 of his evil plans. Lex tends to want Metropolis to like him, and he doesn't have anything against civilians, so he doesn’t go around shooting people, just making threats until everyone complies. However, once phase 3 starts, Lex does not care about the hostages. They have served their purpose, and if they die after the Super(s) arrive, it is the Super(s) fault for all the collateral damage. Honestly, the Super(s) should be better at saving the hostages if they truly are here to help people. So, when Superman breaks into the warehouse, which Tim can only assume is lined with lead so he can’t see inside, it is up to the civilians to not get hit by the rubble.

     As the fight started, Superman went straight for Lex. Kon came only a second later to start assisting the hostages. Tim was helping some people dodge the plethora of debris being caused by the main fight. He was helping a few injured people make it to the exits. He was helping where he could while trying not to be noticed by absolutely anyone. 

     Luthor, of course, brought out some kryptonite. And instead of using it against Superman, he wanted to make sure Kon couldn’t leave while Superman had him distracted. Luthor went after the only Super helping civilians, bringing out the kryptonite while Kon was flying past him. Kon went down hard and Luthor just put the kryptonite on his chest and left him there to get back to his fight with Superman. 

     Now Kon is pinned by kryptonite, and Lex is attempting to do the same to Superman. The other hostages managed to escape as soon as Lex became preoccupied with Superman again. And Tim has realized he is the only one left in the building who can get that kryptonite off of Kon. Superman can’t do it without being incapacitated himself, can’t use his powers to do it without risking hurting Kon. Lex simply will not, for reasons. And that just leaves Tim. 

     Tim, who makes eye contact with Kon as he is figuring out what to do. Kon has just realized that there is still a civilian in the building, and he gestures at Tim to go, trying not to draw too much attention. But Tim can’t. Tim can not risk Kon dying again. 

     Tim remembers each time he has lost someone. Tim remembers trying to clone Kon again just to get one of them back. That horrible realization that even if he manages to create a clone. It wouldn’t be Kon. Nothing could make the real Kon come back just like nothing could make anyone else come back. That switch between bargaining and depression. He remembered that depression. He doesn’t think he could live through it again. Especially given the state of his supposed ‘support system’. Not that they’d been much support last time. 

     Tim can’t leave, so he runs over instead, grabbing the kryptonite off of Kon's chest. He could throw it, but he is only human and even having it in the vicinity could be bad for Kon and Superman. He doesn’t know how the fight will move, or if Lex will be able to use it again. He has to take it with him. Personally make sure it gets far away from the fight. He gives Kon a quick smile as he starts running to the exit.

[asarajaa]

Hola reinona, hermosa, guapísima y todos los elogios hermosos que se te pueden ocurrir. Can you please, PLEASE write some headcanons or maybe a one-shot for our baby Conner Kent?? I feel like there isn't enough of them. I just want a simple one with a lot of fluff pretty please. Maybe something in the line of reader watching him train or something like that. Thank you so much gorgeous 🫶🫶🫶.

Ps: Can I be your 🐍 anon? Every time you see a snake emoji isn't me jeje.

Of course! I hope you like it!

Warnings: gn!reader, it can be planotic or romantical (whatever you like the most), friends to lovers (?) Words: 461 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

₊˚ෆ Conner Kent is a show off. Like please, I dare you to say that it’s not true.

₊˚ෆ He’s gonna invite you to a training session so that he can act like he’s too focused on the training to even look at you but in reality his making all the good moves he knows so that he could “impress” you. Not like he needed, but you let him be.

₊˚ෆ After some “watching him training sessions”, he would slowly but firmly starting to teach you some moves for self defense. If you already know some, he would be more than happy to train with you or help you to improve.

₊˚ෆ Kon likes to think he's just a shout away, but he knows how unpredictable life could be. That’s why he would  insist on teaching you self defense, he hopes you never get to use them, but you know, just in case.

₊˚ෆ You two would be on the training room, sparring, an speaker on full volume with a playlist both of you made.

₊˚ෆ You reached a point where he actually began to think his movements better, since you were improving so much.

₊˚ෆ Of course, you two could cheat at every chance you got, let’s be for real.

₊˚ෆ A little moment where Kon he got too distracted by your closeness? He was down.

₊˚ෆ A little moment where you felt your body burn on the part he was touching? You were down.

“Conner!” you shouted with a laugh in between, your back hitting the training mat, Conner on top of you as he began to tickle you “Tha-That’s cheating!” you said as you began to try to get him off and stop him.

“Oh, so now i’m the cheater, huh?” he teased with a little smirk, loving your laugh. “At least i’m not using a kiss on the cheek as an attack”

You couldn’t help but laugh at both his tickles and comments.

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” you said as quickly as you felt your abdomen hurt for laughing so much, eyes watery by the laughs. “I surrender!”

“There you go, how much did it cost, you little cheater?” Conner said as his hands stopped tickling, now just caressing gently your sides, a little genuine and innocent show of comfort.

“I’m never training with you again” you huffled with a smile, relaxing by his caresses.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night, sweetheart.” he rolled his eyes, smirking at your dramatic answer.

₊˚ෆ You tend to lose, but when you win? He’s the first one to smile proudly at you, showering you with compliments, trying to get you to repeat the move and always pushing you to your limit.

₊˚ෆ At least, he can go to missions at peace knowing that you know how to take care of yourself.

So sorry ofr makeing it so short anon :(, right now i'm in my finals and I decided to write a quick hc with the excuse of taking a break. Maybe i'll add more things with the pass of the time (?), i'm not sure.

© asarajaa — Please, do not copy, translate or reuse my work without my permission.

[smilesheartshugs]

More for my soul mate au:

A list of bonds people have:

[if a bond is in a bracket like this then I took the bond idea from the comment section. Yall have great ideas and know some of the characters better than I do lol]

Bruce:

On his sholder he has greyed out bonds with his parents, royal blue with Alfred, Nightwing blue with Dick, midnight blue with Jason, sky blue with Tim, a tealy blue with Damian, a blurple with Steph, a deep ocean blue with Duke, and a pastel blue with cas

On his wrist he has an emerald green bond with Kate/ bat woman

On his calves he has soul bond with most of the Justus league and Selina

On his back be has the core justice league members, and all of the bat family members in a royal purple color

He has the mysterious pink bonds with Thalia, Selena, and Clark on his inner thighs. He pointedly refuses to talk about it

Personally I don’t think he has a romantic soul bond, this doesn’t mean he doesn’t have any romantic relationships or interests. There has been cases were romantic bonds only form after knowing the person, it’s rare but it has been known to happen.

Dick:

On his shoulders he has the greyed out bonds with his parents and Nightwing blue bond with Bruce. (Bart has refused to touch any of the bat family members but when he does dick will get an electric blue bond with Bart) [he also has a child bond with Damian]

On his forearms he has bonds with Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke, and Damian. All in getting shades of green

He has a grandparent bond with Alfred on his right shoulder

On the back of his arms he has uncle bonds with Barry, Clark, and Diana

Dick has friend ship bonds on his calves with All the titan member, Barbra, and most of the Justus league members.

Dick has a romantic bond with Wally

Dick has trust bond with everyone he has bonded with and one member of the bludheven police

Jason:

Jason has a greyed out bond with the mother he was raised with (I can’t remember her name but I believe it starts with a c?) and a bond with Bruce in his sholder

He has bonds with Dick, Tim, Damian, Cass, and Duke on his wrist. His bond with Dick is grass green but the others are Lazarus green. His dip in the green coolaid juice has tinted his soul bonds making each new bond he forms a little more green in color. Jason doesn’t have a soul bond with Steph but that doesn’t stop them from viewing eachother as siblings

Jason has uncle bonds with Clark, and Diana on the back of his arms. These are bright orange. Once Bart accidentally touches Jason and forms a merky orange nephew bond.

He has a merky red romantic soul bonds with Roy and Kory.

He has yellow green bonds with the outlaws on his calves and yellow bonds with some of the titans and Barbra

Jason has trust bonds with his siblings and his partners. It takes more time for a trust bond to form with Bruce.

Tim:

Tim gets a soul bond with Bruce on his sholder once Cass drags the both of them into a cuddle pile. Bruce becomes Tim’s fith soul bond

Tim has sibling bonds with Dick, Jason, Damian, Cass, and Duke. The lack of sibling bond has led to Steph and Tim to date for a bit before realizing they were better as friends.

He has a grandparent bond with Alfred

Once young justice forms Tim forms friendship bonds on his calves for all the members (besides Bart who appears to be touch adverse, poor kid is covered in familial grey soul bonds, he has a lot of aunts and or uncles). He also has a friendship bond for Steph.

Once Tim is comfortable enough to visit the watch tower with Bruce he forms uncle bonds with Clark and Diana.

Tim has romantic bonds with Bernard and Kon. Kon’s bond forms later into the relationship while Bernard’s forms right away. This leads to Kon being a little self conscious about his relationship with Tim and Bernard.

Tim has trust bonds with young justice and his family.

Eventually he gets a mortal enemy bond with Ra Al goul

Damian:

He has parent soul bonds with both Thalia and Bruce. [he also has a parent bond with Dick]

He only has one grandparent bond and it’s with Alfred

He has sibling bonds with Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke, and Steph. [and Maya]

He has uncle bonds with Clark, Diana, and Barbra.

I don’t know enough about Damian to know who he would have friendship bonds with but I know he would have some. [friendship bonds with Jon, Collin, and Maya]

Cass

She has a parent bond with Bruce, this is her first bond. [and a parent bond with Barbra]

She has sibling bonds with Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Duke.

She has a romantic bond with Steph.

She has a nephew bond with Bart.

I know Cass will form friendship bonds but I don’t know enough about her to know with who.

She has trust bonds with her sibling and Bruce

Duke

Outside of sibling and parent bonds I don’t know enough about Duke to know who he bonds with

Steph

She has parent bonds with Bruce and her mother crystal.

She has sibling bonds with Dick, Duke, and Damian

She has friendship bonds with young justice and Barbra

She has a romantic bond with Cass

She has uncle bonds with Clark and Diana

Bart:

When Bart first gets to the past all his bonds have been grey or silver. No one knows why it’s silver and not grey (they haven’t touched in the present but they bond hadn’t died In the future so silver became the weird middle ground)

After he has touched everyone he was bonded with in the past and some new bonds:

He has parent bonds with Wally and Dick

He has uncle bonds with Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke, Steph, Cass, Kim, Bernard, Roy, Kory, John, and Barbra

He has friendship bonds with the rest of young justice

He has grandparent bonds with Bruce, Alfred, and Barry

So yeah this is what I have for who’s bonded with who… 😅

Edit: okay so thank you to the lovely comment section for input on the bonds! I’ll put every bond in [] are something I thought should include that I took from the comic section

A continuation here

[oh23]

Damian detests Tim’s coffee. The espressos and the black coffees with no sugar. But it wasn’t always like that; Damian hadn’t even really had coffee before coming to the manor. And he hadn’t particularly wanted to try it after.

What happened really went something like this:

One day, on the rare occasion on which Tim and Damian found themselves in each other’s company, in the same room for more than half and hour, Tim catches Damian eyeing his (5th) cup of black coffee.

Tim had been an only child, and so being an older/younger(middle?) brother was new to him. But the same went for the kid. Tim nodded at his mug. “Take a sip,” he said.

Damian glanced at him. “No.”

“Come on,” Tim prodded. “It’s cool.”

“No, thank you Drake.” Damian’s eyes stayed glued to his book. Tim picked up the mug and waved it in front of Damian. “I know you always wonder why I have this so much. Why don’t you try it? Just a sip. Its tasty. Real tasty.” Tim lied with a slow spreading grin.

When he found Damian consider it, he added, “It’s sweet.” And Damian — bless his twelve year old heart — took the mug.

Tim watched with sick glee as the kid tentatively brought the mug up to lips and took a slow sip, and then screeched in delight when he spat it out all on himself. “Oh my god,” Tim laughed, “Oh my god!”

“What the HELL, DRAKE???” Damian shouted, with his face seizing between variations of disgust. “YOU TOLD ME IT WAS SWEET!”

“I didn’t—“ Tim was holding his stomach now. “I didn’t think you’d, you’d have such a—“ He breaks off laughing, and only speaks again when Damian kicks him hard in his shins. “Such a dramatic reaction-!”

“Dramatic??” Damian hissed, now standing and still gagging. “This is the normal response to that vile— mud— water—!”

Tim slides down the couch in another fit of giggles. “You disgrace— I can’t believe— out of all things that Alfred makes, this? Is what you choose to drown in??” Damian was still hissing angrily.

“Please-“ Tim warbles between tears. “I’m so sorry Dami—“

Damian kicks him again, and Tim barely moves to dodge it. “Kon said he made Jon take a sip, and it sounded so funny—“

“Imbecile. Idiot. Freak.” Damian hissed furiously, looking around for water.

Tim tried to take large gulps of air. “Dude, please. It’s not even that bad—“

“Not that BAD??!” Damian almost bursts another nerve yelling, when Alfred comes in. And that’s the end of that.

That day onwards, Damian makes sure to retch and gag whenever he sees Tim with a cup of coffee, or call it ‘Dirt water’ to anyone who listens.

[quotidian-oblivion]

I WAS LEGIT TAKING NOTES WHILE READING THIS, THEY BALANCE CHARACTERS AND RELATIONSHIOS AND PLOT AND DESCRIPTIONS AND WRITING AND WORLDBUILDING SO WELL

[castrian-amore]

Just want you to feel something

by Castrian Amore

Ch. 1/? | Word Count 889 words | Rating: Mature

Chapter 1: A New Years Kiss(The prologue)

To say Timothy Drake was drunk was an understatement. His parents were abroad and he had just had a record breaking quarter and record profits in the company his parents mostly left him to run. He deserved this. To get drunk at a friends party in New York City. A haughty businessman like himself amongst the social elite of artists and rockstars and actors. Directors and models and god Tim could pick anyone he wanted. The night was good. 

He was buzzed. More than buzzed. Something in his gut told him just how shitfaced he was,  but considering the lingering buzz and warmth underneath his skin his inebriation gave him the fluidity and loss of filter he usually had. 

The once great Drake heir now dumbed down to a drunk mess. A very drunk mess. Maybe it was the fact he was stressed from work. From being alone. From his family. Too many variables and just for once Tim deserved to be able to find someone drunk on New Year’s Eve as well. Someone who will just kiss him. He’s never really been in a relationship. Not a real one anyways. He’d been in a few short flings before he realized where he swung, and just what side he played for.

It’s getting late though and bands play on stage and yet as Tim nurses another drink, eyes on the band on stage and caught on the incredibly sexy singer. All he can think of is how his hair is plastered against his forehead in sweat. The jacket lazily hangs off his shoulders to reveal a cropped sleeveless tank in New York in winter. Bold move. He had style at least. The stupid small round glasses sat on his nose guitar draped around his neck and hanging as he sang into the mic. 

Maybe it was the alcohol talking as Tim stared at the stage in a haze. 

“It’s a crime crime crime 

How you treat me like this 

But you still end up under my skin” 

The music picks up and the one on the drums spins the stick slamming it into the base with defiance, the group making eye contact as the lead singer grabs the mic. 

“Take me down

A little bit harder now 

Down to the dance floor 

Love me like you mean it 

Love me up and down

A little bit harder” 

And maybe yeah Tim loves the band on his own, ignoring the fact Kon had been just as hot as Tim had ever seen him. He stares down at his drink continually losing himself and his surroundings as he joins the fray of bodies against each other. Maybe he zones out a little too much as the night continues on. 

Tim being reminded of the new year's kiss desire only two hours before midnight.. likely less. 

Fuck he wanted a new years kiss… so he asked around. Yet closer to midnight he finally took a deep breath on the cool balcony looking over the crowded; Times Square. Phones pointing up. Tim was a nobody. Not to the normal people. Unless they happened to know about his genius level intellect or ruthlessness in the business world he was nothing. Yet as the end of the year drew closer he looked next to him.

“10!”

 Eyes in surprise finding none other than Kon right next to him. Lead singer to the band YJ. He had never been happier to have been inebriated as he gently taps his arm. 

“9!”

“Hey you’re single right?”Maybe his words were a little too slurred together and the other seemed just as blissfully drunk. Eyes going over his form fitting slacks and vest. 

“8”

“Hell yeah I am,”He smirks, pulling his glasses down to give a dramatic up and down of his character. 

“7!”

“Mmm great,”Tim muses. 

“6”

“Who’s askin’” a little country twang tinged his voice. 

“5!”

“Tim,”He introduces, holding out his hand. Kon bites his lip, chuckling. 

“4!”

“Kon.. pleasure to meet you.”

“3!”

“Care if I kiss you? New years and all?”

“2!” 

“Shit I won’t complain~” 

“1!”

Party poppers went off as confetti filled the air. The ball dropped completely as Tim grabbed the much taller man by the front of his shirt and dragged him down to more his level as he shoved their lips together. 

It's not an incredibly nice kiss. It’s messy and full of teeth and tongue and drunken lust, a part of Tim wanting it to go on longer as they pull back from each other. Neither one of them talking for the moment but their faces are mere centimeters from each other. 

“Well fucking hell,”the man breathes out, and Tim kisses him again and the mans arms wrap around his waist pulling their swaying bodies together. Maybe just a little longer, nothing could go wrong from one or two innocent kisses. 

Right?” 

“Thanks,”Tim looks up through his lashes at the taller man. The others face a little flushed and red. Tim likely looked the same. 

“You’re welcome there… good kiss for a new year,”the two of them look at the confetti around them. 

“Yeah…”

Tim remembers enjoying his new years eve. Even if he wakes up hungover as fuck with blurry memories of the night before the emotions lingering in his chest. 

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[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Hi. I saw this post asking for a fic that changed one's brain chemistry. Now there are a lot of fics I like; over 2000 bookmarked on ao3. And a lot of fics I love; I have 400+ of those fics tagged 'fave'. Of those 400, there are only around two dozen I would say legitimately changed me as a person. 1% changed the way I saw relationships and the world, changed the way I read and write. And I couldn't narrow it down to one - or ten - and didn't want to dump in OP's tags. So have this list of fics that permanently changed who I am as a person.

Warning: I love long fics, and some of these are the same specific tropes that I love or that really affect me personally (ex. arranged marriage). Expect angst, and especially angst with a happy ending. That said these fics are all objectively amazing.

(sorry to people who don't like long fics, but we are simply not the same. and that's OK.)

listed in order of fandom, then length.

Banshee In A Well - 43k, complete, DC, Tim Drake. Childhood trauma, childhood trauma, came back wrong/can't stop coming back! Tim is a little FREAK and I luv him.

straight on 'til morning - 102k, complete, DC, timkon/Kon-El. This is within the niche genre that for some reason appeals to me specifically, of characters having a LOT of feelings about sex and dealing with it poorly.

variations on a theme - 5k, complete, MCU, ironstrange. This is one of the fics that made me truly love ironstrange. Stephen sees through millions of possibilities and in doing so, falls in love with Tony. Evocative, beautiful, succinct.

The Art of Losing - 33k, complete, Red White and Royal Blue, firstprince. This fic made me cry. This fic BROKE MY HEART. And I WENT BACK TO IT. Multiple times! This is a breakup fic that breaks you down then puts you back together. You will come out different, and only you can say if it's for the worse or the better.

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) - 65k, complete, Red White and Royal Blue, firstprince. There are so many firstprince fics that essentially translate the events of the book into a different setting. And I love all of them. (My own fic, then fucking have me, also does this, self plug self plug self plug). I had to narrow this selection down to just one, and this is probably my absolute favorite.

You Don't Have To (Say Yes) - 192k, complete, Star Trek, spirk/Jim Kirk. This is within the niche genre that for some reason appeals to me specifically, of characters having a LOT of feelings about sex and dealing with it poorly (yeah, again).

THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS - 262k, complete, Star Trek, spirk. Star Trek arranged marriage epistolary fic. I read this 4 years ago, and I STILL think of a line from this fic constantly (we're aligned, we're aligned, we're aligned). If you don't read anything else for the rest of your life, read this.

DON'T THE WAVES PULL THE SAND? DON'T THE MOON PULL THE TIDES? - 58k, complete, Star Wars, finnpoe. I don't even go here. And yet. And yet. This is within the niche genre that for some reason appeals to me specifically, of characters having a LOT of feelings about sex and dealing with it poorly (yeah, AGAIN).

Not Part of the Plan - SERIES, 8 works, 337k, complete. Supernatural, destiel. This is an arranged marriage fic au series, that started with a oneshot pwp, and somehow grew into a sprawling, world and character building EPIC. And that to me is always a marker of quality. You KNOW it's good if the author couldn't stop themselves.

wander your own land - 379k, incomplete, Yellowjackets, shaunajackie and others. I told you I like long fics. Girl survival situationships, cannibalism, jealousy, cabin fever, hallucinations, trying to keep a fucking baby alive in some of the worst possible circumstances.

Infinite Variations of a Summer Day - 76k, complete, X-Men, Pietro Maximoff. I love Pietro, he is one of my favorite characters of all time, and this is such a great character fic. See Pietro slowly driven insane in a time loop that examines his relationships with himself, his team, his family, and his powers.

drop your own recs in the notes. and if you have any suggestions for griddlehark/the locked tomb, pLEA- *gunshots*

[chocor0se]

i love tim being protective tropes cause maybe he doesn’t have the greatest relationship with all of his siblings, cough cough damian cough cough jason cough, but they are still his siblings.

like an only i can make fun of them thing, ya know?

like tim will be so close to literally getting into a fight with someone he cares about (applies to both friends and family) and suddenly someone else says something mean about them and he’s spitting out their IP address and threatening their future

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Along Time in Coming (Part 24)

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Danny didn’t dodge Pariah’s lunge, he threw up a shield. Pariah’s ecto-blasts were much stronger than anyone Danny had fought before and there was no way he could stop them outright. But the shield slowed him down enough to give Danny the moment he needed to ready a counter attack. He uppercut Pariah as hard as he could, he wanted to get the mad king further up, away from the ground and all the people on it. He was almost surprised by how far he did send the larger spirit flying, and he had to rush to catch up before Pariah regained his senses. 

Behind Danny he could hear the whir of the little drone chasing after them to keep watching the fight. That worried him a little because he didn’t want the little thing to get broken, especially since it was starting to develop. He couldn’t spare much of his attention to that though, he needed to focus on this fight, he couldn’t let himself worry about anything else right now. Something that was very much confirmed for him when Pariah had his sword at the ready before Danny even reached him. 

Danny was used to fighting with his bare hands against people with guns, the sword wasn’t particularly intimidating, as long as Danny didn’t think about Fright Knight. Pariah laughed as he swung forcing Danny to contort himself to avoid the blow, not far enough that he couldn’t blast back though, and Pariah hadn’t recovered from his own swing before Danny’s ecto blast slammed him in the chest, sending him skidding back with a scorch mark on his chest plate. If Danny could hit the same place a few more times he was sure that he could break through, hopefully his aim was up to the task. 

“Your attempts are pathetic!” Pariah crowd, finding his footing quickly. “You couldn’t destroy me last time, why would this time be any different?”

Danny knew why he was taunting like that, all the ghosts Danny fought did. All of them were already dead, this felt like a game to them. It would seem like a game to Pariah too, but he was worse than the others. He only enjoyed it more when it was miserable for everyone else, he caused pain and suffering on purpose, to the people he was supposed to rule over and protect. He could not be allowed to persist. 

“This time will be different,” Danny said, with flat determination as he reformed his hands into wicked claws. Pariah was the most adept in melee combat, but Danny did best at hand to hand. He’d been trying to keep the fight at a distance and force Pariah back and away from potential collateral damage but now if he could get in close he felt like the fight was as good as won. 

Danny rushed in but Pariah was ready for him this time and managed to dodge. Danny snarled and pivoted before his momentum was finished, skidding back in time to deflect the Mad King’s sword. He knocked it aside but when he tried to get under Pariah’s guard he managed to twist away and Danny felt his makeshift claws slide off the metal of his armour with a sickening screech that set Danny's teeth on edge. Pariah laughed again but Danny was not interested in his amusement or his banter so he paid no attention to whatever it was Pariah had to say and engaged again immediately. It wasn't like he needed to catch his breath after all.

Pariah seemed like he was getting annoyed by Danny’s lack of engagement but Danny could not have given less of a shit about what that asshole felt and thought. 

“What can I do to help?” Superman called from behind Danny.

Danny dropped a foot out of pure shock at the sound of the voice. He had thought that everyone in the JL would know better than to interrupt this fight, yet here the man of steel was, hovering anxiously behind him. Man of Steel or not he knew that he wasn't immortal, he should have known better surely! Yet there he was, gloating anxiously behind Danny, at least he had the good sense to wait until he wasn't actively fighting and risk throwing Danny off.

“You can get the fuck out of the way!” Danny snapped at him trying to get between Superman and Pariah Dark without making it obvious.

“I want to help!”

“Then go check for survivors down there! This has to be single combat.” 

“But-” 

“Foolish mortal you interfere!” Pariah boomed, and before Danny could get in the way Pariah summoned a blast of red energy and shot Superman in the chest. He was sent flying back, Danny expected him to catch himself and try to get involved again. But he was wrong and Superman dropped out of the sky like a fucking stone. 

Danny had no idea if he was okay, he could smell the subtle lingering scent of burnt flesh and if he had had even a moment to think about what had just happened he would have been very worried about the hero. Whether he liked Superman or not he was one of earth’s greatest defenders and Danny sure af fuck didn’t want him to die! But Danny did not have a minute, and while Pariah was distracted was the best opportunity he was going to get.

Danny forced himself to turn worry about the Super’s smoking fall to earth into rage and rushed Pariah again while he was still looking away. By the time he looked back at Phantom, Danny was close enough to watch the mad king’s eyes widen slightly as Danny crowded into his space, under his guard. Pariah tried to twist away again, get back far enough that he could get his sword up and attack again but Danny didn’t give him the chance. 

Danny grabbed the front of Pariah’s armour, slashing at his throat with the other clawed hand. He knew a slit throat wasn’t enough to kill an even halfway stable ghost, but it would weaken him and shut him up as Danny got a better grip on the front of Pariah’s armour with both hands and ripped that fucker open like a tin can while he flailed.

His snarl was wet, ectoplasm leaking from the corner of his mouth as he bared his teeth at Danny, trying to get a good grip and force Danny back. He looked like he should have been much stronger then Danny, but Danny was denser and he was strong, he was not budging. He pulled back one hand and plunged towards Pariah’s chest where his core was housed. Pariah realized what he was doing in just the nick of time and grabbed Danny’s wrist just as his fingertips sunk in to yielding ectoplasm.

They were at a standoff, struggling against each other as Danny tried to push in further and Pariah tried to push him back. He could feel Pariah’s ectoplasm swirling around his fingers, trying to repair itself but unable to while his claws were still inside. It was a very odd sensation.

Danny pushed forward and Pariah pushed back, the force of it sent them end over end but since gravity meant nothing it got neither of them closer to their goal. 

Danny could feel his fury building in him, he was so fucking done with this sight, and all this posturing. He couldn’t overpower Pariah on brute strength alone no matter how much he wanted to and if Pariah let go of his sword and grabbed Danny by the back of the neck he would be able to rip him away. 

Danny didn’t even really mean to do it when he wailed directly into Pariah’s face, it was just a bubbling over of his rage as he screamed loud enough to rupture even ectoplasmic eardrums. Pariah flinched, and that momentary weakness was all Danny needed to plunge his claws deep into Pariah’s chest, his hand curling around the hard orb of his core, the only truly solid thing within the beings body. Pariah choked as Danny ripped his core out without a moment of hesitation. 

He clawed at his own chest as if he could fill the hole somehow, but it was much too late. Danny laughed at the sight and pushed away from Pariah even as the ghost desperately reached for him. Danny just grinned at him, and with Pariah already starting to melt but still watching, Danny popped the bastard's core into his mouth and crushed it between his teeth. 

Pariah collapsed into green goo and evaporated quickly as the power that had once animated him flooded Danny’s body. He felt rage and bloodlust accompanying the power and he gasped, shuddering as he rode the wave of Pariah’s dying rage. Danny thought his eyes might have flashed red for a moment but he couldn’t know for sure. Then… it was over, and Danny sighed, rolling his shoulders and tilting his head towards the sky. He had done it, he had won and his world was going to be safe. 

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes looking around him and grinned too wide when he spotted the little drone still following him. That meant the JL, and probably the UN was still watching, he waved at it. 

Wait! The Justice League! Superman, he had fallen, Danny needed to go check on him. He let gravity take hold of him again and dropped down towards earth. As he broke cloud cover he was once again confronted by the devastation Pariah had inflicted while Danny had been waiting for the UN to sign the surrender. From this high up he could see the full scope of the damage, there were miles upon miles of what had once been a city and countryside that was now a pile of charred rubble, some of which was still actively smoking. From this high up he couldn’t see any people, and he wouldn’t be able to see the bodies trapped under all that debris. He would never be able fully understand the effect it had on the people who were caught up in this and he’d have to accept that because trying would drive him even more insane then he already was.

Despite his rush he couldn’t help but pause to look over it, nausea churning in his non-existent stomach as he struggled to comprehend the scope of this apocalyptic scene. His brain felt like it was frozen, screeching to a forced halt as his younger self wallowed with guilt and some dark part of him thrilled at the suffering. If he chose, if he could let himself, he could have fed on that suffering and the emotions would have fueled his powers to greater heights. As if he needed to be more powerful. 

Before he could spiral into a full panic attack about the implications he spotted two figures rising up to meet him. He barely had time to notice and raise his arms before Ellie slammed into him and hugged him tight, he let out an oof as she squeezed the air out of the memory of his lunges. He smiled a little and hugged her back, before glancing at the second figure, it was Dan smiling slightly as he followed behind more slowly. 

“We were so worried about you!” Ellie sniffled as she clung to him. 

“The pipsqueak is right, I didn’t know if you could handle such a big fight,” Dan added with the edge of a sneer. 

Danny stuck his tongue out at Danny while he stroked Ellie’s hair. “Hey you beat him in your timeline didn’t you? And I beat you so of course I could handle him, don’t be… silly.” Danny said, toning down what he was originally going to say because Ellie had been worried too and he didn’t want to make her feel bad.

“Hey if you’re more powerful in this timeline maybe so was he,” Dan said with a casual shrug. Danny rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Ellie.

“How are you Ellie, how are all your friends? Are you okay?” He asked. 

“I’m alright, so are the rest of Teen Titans. Raven and Nightwing were pretty badly hurt but we got them out of the fight and they’re stable,” Ellie assured him.

Danny relaxed a little before the tension suddenly returned. “What about Superman?” He asked quickly.

“What about him?” Dan asked, and Ellie looked puzzled too.

“Pariah shot him and he fell, have you seen him?” Danny glanced back and forth between his siblings, both shook his head. “We have to find him,” Danny insisted, letting go of Ellie and continuing his fall towards earth with both of them on his heels. 

They fanned out, Danny and Ellie searching desperately, Dan more casually because he didn’t care as much. He was probably only helping to indulge Ellie and Danny but he appreciated it anyway. 

Danny didn’t see Superman yet, but he could see Red Hood making his way towards them and swooped down to meet him. Jason raised his hands and Danny took them, squeezing them gently.

“What are you looking for?” Hood asked as he squeezed Danny’s hands back. 

When all of this was over Danny owed Jason a very fun night wearing something sexy because as soon as Danny explained what was going on Jason snapped into motion. He squeezed Danny’s hands one more time before sending him up again to be a bird's eye view while he rushed to organize everyone left on the ground into a search party. Not just for Superman of course, but for everyone who might be lost or crushed under all the fallen buildings. 

They found plenty of people, the Flash family were making constant trips back and forth to take those who could be moved safely to any available hospital in the county between helping with the search themselves. Emergency helicopters were constantly circling to take those not stable enough for the Flash’s transportation methods as well. Danny had seen plenty of blood and injury in his time working for, and then with Red Hood, but some of these injuries were beyond anything he’d seen. It was trying even his nerves and yet all of Teen Titans worked alongside them, grim faced and determined. Danny almost wished they wouldn’t, but he knew better then to stay anything.

They dug out and saved a lot of people, but for every one person they found alive they found at least ten bodies, which they laid out as respectfully as they could in the longest remaining clear stretch of road and covered when possible. They would have to be identified later, the ones who could still be identified, the rest would have to be DNA tested or something. It wasn’t the best solution, but they had limited resources to evacuate and they needed to focus on caring for the living for now. 

The longer they looked the more worried everyone got. Superman had super hearing, if he had been at all conscious he should have been responding to his calls for anyone in need of help, but they heard nothing. Danny had truly hoped that the ectoplasm wouldn’t be more affective then a normal bullet, after all just because it was glowing green didn’t mean it was related to kryptonite right?! But his hope that Supes wouldn’t be badly hurt was dwindling by the minute. Ya Danny hadn’t liked the guy, sure but he was worried too, and watching as Kon searched with increasing desperation was devastating.

Finally the call came that Superman had been found and Kon rushed to see, with Danny on his heels. The Flash was already standing by since he’d been the one who found Superman, who had apparently fallen hard enough to make a small crater and have a wall fall on top of him. Kon grabbed the edge of the wall and heaved it off of his sort-of-father so they could get to him. 

Danny’s breath caught in his throat and Kon stumbled back when they saw the hero, his suit had been burned away, and so had most of the flesh on his chest. Danny could see flashes of white bone through the charred flesh and next to him Kon froze as well. He let out a choked sort of keen and before Danny could think he was pulling the larger, but much younger man into a fierce embrace, before either of them could properly examine the gruesome details. Kon hid against Danny’s chest, shaking slightly, in another moment Ellie was there too, pressed against Kon’s back and comforting.

“He’s still breathing!” Flash yelled even as Robin rushed by them, resting a hand for just a moment on Kon’s shoulder before leaping down into the crater. He always showed love and support through action, and he would make sure Kon’s shitty DNA doner didn’t get a chance to die before they mended their relationship. He got to work setting up an IV with fluids, checking vitals and shouting at everyone around him, snapping them into motion and organizing evacuation for Clark to get to the watch tower where he could get help from doctors who somewhat understood Kryptonian biology. He left Kon, Ellie, and Danny be though, letting them sooth him as best as he could. 

He was airlifted out in one of the JL’s jets before Robin climbed back out of the crater and rested a hand on Kon’s shoulder again. “He’ll survive, he’s in good hands now. But Kon, there’s a lot more people here who still need helps, he’s not the only one trapped under walls and the others are just human. Can you keep helping us?” He asked softly, trying not to pressure his friend into doing something he wasn’t ready for, even if later he wouldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t help now. 

Kon took a deep breath and then gently pushed Danny away. He set his jaw, rolled his shoulders, and then nodded to Tim. “Of course I’ll help,” He said in a voice still rough and thick with emotion. Tim nodded back, there would be time enough later for emotions, now was the time for action.

Danny felt a swell of unearned pride about the young heroes of character. This team, all of young justice, were so strong and mature for their age, so good. They had support in each other, and some adults, they would grow up to be a better generation of heroes, be better than him for sure. He had made the right choice in having Ellie stay with them, and he was glad she felt comfortable there and had agreed to stay.

They worked all day, and through the night finding and saving everyone they could. Those with super strength made sure no stone was left unturned no matter their size. The children they found were the worst and made Danny’s gut churn with guilt, but no matter how many times Jason approached him to gently remind him they were mercenaries and didn’t have to help if they didn’t want to, Danny rebuffed him. He said it was good politics to help since he would be kind now and one of his people caused the destruction, but in reality he wanted to help, needed to even for his own peace of mind and because he couldn’t leave the young team.

Finally they ran out of places to look, and the bodies started to be taken out to tents set up outside the city perimeter. The rebuilding was yet to begin but the emergency was over, and even heroes needed to rest sometimes. Danny could feel fatigue weighing heavy on himself, and he was sure once the adrenaline wore off Kon was going to have to carry Tim home, or maybe Cassie would have to carry both of them.

He was ready to go home too, finally, and went to find Jason so they could go home together. If only the universe would let him have that. Danny paused as he felt a familiar rush of cold and bit back a groan as he looked around to confirm the rest of the world had stopped moving. He turned to see where Clockwork was and yelped when he found the man already standing too close to Danny’s back. He jumped back and cursed while the old man wore a thin smile that told Danny the bastard had absolutely done it on purpose. 

“It’s time?” Danny asked when he had regained his composure. 

“Yes, it’s time,” Clockwork agreed. He rapped his cane firmly on the ground and the rest of the ghost council started to cluster around. Clockwork must have given them amulets for the occasion, but that wasn’t what Danny wanted. 

“Wait!” He snapped as an ambassador for the Observants stepped forward holding the crown. There was an annoyed ripple of clocks but Danny ignored that and looked to Clockwork. “Unfreeze time. I want my fiance, and the human world at large to witness my coronation.”

“Your Highness, you know as well as any of us that the Mortal world and the dead aren’t supposed to mix, it’s-” Pandora started to say, proper as ever.

“A bit too late for that,” Danny interrupted, gesturing at the destruction around them. “Besides, I’m still of this world. I’m half living, half dead, I am Balance. I’ll need to spend as much time here as I do in the Realms, so they might as well know.” 

Clockwork tilted his head, considering the proposal as he shifted through ages. Once he had cycled back to being an old man he nodded slowly. “Alright, if that is what you wish,” He agreed, and time started moving again, now with more than a dozen ghosts standing in the middle of the recent ruins. “It is long past time for us to officially crown you as the new king.”

[robintherobiner]

do you have any recs where the batfam (one or more) realizes just how absurd young Justice was— like them blowing up mt. Rushmore, seeing Santa die, playing baseball for the fate of the universe, gun Batman, etc ^-^?

alternatively, fics where the core four delve into villainhood

I can sure try!

glucose guardian - DairyFarmer - Batman (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]

^ 4000 words "In which Tim becomes an unintentional sugar daddy to the caped community."

Tim did WHAT - Chapter 1 - AlyTyler - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

^ 1000 words "Tim Drake has done some crazy things in his time... now his brother is finding out."

Tim did WHAT: The Rest of the Family Edition - Chapter 1 - AlyTyler - Batman - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

^ 250 words "Jason now knows just how crazy Tim is... but does the rest of the family?"

Put a ring on it - Miss_Choco_chips - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

^ 6400 words, Core Four gets married

Red Hood's Babysitting Services - why_is_this_a_thing_now - Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), DCU, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

^ total 67000 "Jason, through a series of unlikely events, finds himself taking care of one Timothy Drake and the rest of the brat's team of teenaged heroes. They only know him as Red Hood, which... MAY cause some issues further down the road."

The dangers of sugar coating - Miss_Choco_chips - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

^ 3000 words "Dick tries to give his little brother nice things (and fucks up), Tim is paranoid (and too tired to think clearly), and Damian thinks they might actually be a good team (while they plot Santa Claus’ downfall)."

I do have one of gun-batman, but i think it was deleted since i can't find it TwT so sorry if this isn't exactly what you asked!