#Kon smokes pot

[kaliina-catoe-blog]

Random DC ideas #1

CW: Tim vapes, and several of the Titans smoke weed together. Other characters are also mentioned as smoking weed and/or vaping/etc. No other drugs, and no alcohol. Just recreational pot and (barely) underage vaping. Just making sure there's a warning JIC. Don't like, don't read.

Tim, Bart, and Connor occasionally smoke weed. Bart can't get high off of it, but he likes to be included in the fun and he always brings good munchies. (Sometimes he even remembers to bring enough for the others)!

Kon, shockingly, actually does get high. It takes a fair amount, but he definitely gets there and it lasts a solid hour or two so he thinks it's worth it when Tim offers to relax for a night. Kryptonians can also get a high from nicotine, which they found out on accident when Tim offered to let him taste his vape. They didn't know! He figured it was harmless for a Kryptonian, and he'd just get to taste it and move on... It's not very addictive, and Kon doesn't really like the type of high it causes, but every now-and-again it's fun.

Tim? Tim is a rich kid who went to private school. He used to swear he'd "never vape, or smoke, or do drugs. Never ever ever" but. Well. Then a classmate on the debate team offered to let him try some ridiculous "Birthday Cake" thing and it was. Surprisingly good? He coughed like a bitch, but once he figured out how to breathe the hit without dying it was like. His chest felt lighter.

So, Tim researches every type of vape he can find and settles on one that has a particularly good reputation. Of course, it won't stop him from getting lung cancer in his 50s or something. But honestly? What was the likelihood Tim was going to live past 40 as a hero? He reasoned as long as he kept it limited, and stuck to reputable brands with lower salts and shit he'd probably be fine enough.

And then, he goes to a party with Dick and a few other OG Titans... And then Dick wanders off. And Tim is left alone with Roy and Bart and Kon and Cyborg- Vic... And Roy pulls out weed like it's the most casual thing on the planet, passing it right to Vic.

Kon: "Oh my Rao! Dude! Put that away!"

Roy: "Relaaaaxx, little blue. It's legal in this state, and we're not going to make anyone else mess with it if they don't want to. Go find Dickface if you wanna be babies- just don't be a narc."

Bart looks between Conner, who looks like he's just taken a shot of tequila and Roy, who looks like the coolest cucumber this side of Jersey. He looks to Tim, and then back again at Roy, and then he looks at the little baggie.

Bart, sitting down on the floor by Vic's legs: "I can't get high off of it anyways," he shrugs, "I honestly don't think I care if you guys smoke weed. He has a point that it's legal, anyways."

He aims the last part at Kon, and the clone sighs heavily. Tim hasn't said a word, but he silently pulls out his newest vape- Raspberry Peach Lime- and takes a long hit.

Tim: "I'm game."

Roy's eyes go wider than Tim thinks should be physically possible, and Tim laughs right in his stupid face.

Tim: "You think I'm the golden kid? Hell no. I should be called Boy Disappointment long before Boy Wonder. I gave up on normal coping mechanisms when I became Robin."

Roy, still looking baffled, can only nod as Tim sits cross-legged on the floor across from them. He motions for Conner to join and, after a moment of hesitation, the clone sits too.

Kon: "We aren't going to like... Get in trouble right? Because it's legal?"

Vic, snorting: "I mean. It is, over the age of 21. But nobody is about to snitch on a bunch of teenage super heroes using a natural herb for relaxation when they're off the clock. I use it because I get phantom pains in my robot limbs."

The older boy explains, while rolling a joint with a practiced ease Tim's never even seen on his Gotham friends. He wonders if maybe Vic will teach him how to roll like that.

Kon, nodding: "I guess that makes more sense. Kal always just says that if he ever catches me with drugs he'll ground me for a year- he never said if legal ones count though."

Bart: "Dude, of course the legal ones should be an exception! That's why they were legalized, because they're helpful!" he looks up at Roy and Vic, "Right?"

Roy, laughing but trying to not freak the kids out: "Yeah, exactly. Legal drugs are like medicine - hell, that's why they call it Medical Marijuana. It's totally fine if you don't want any, but you're welcome to share the rotation."

Vic: "Wait, does pot even do anything to Kryptonians?"

Tim, before Kon can open his mouth: "Yes, and they can get a high from nicotine too."

Kon: "I know how you know the nic thing, but how do you know for sure weed works on me? It doesn't work on Bart."

Tim: "Nicotine also doesn't affect Bart, one. Two, Kara told me.... Well. Technically, Dick told me after Kara told him. But Kara also has mentioned it for sure."

Bart: "So you just know exactly what substances are mind-altering for Kon?"

Tim, face a bit pink: "I.. I like to know what substances to be cautious of for all of my teammates... In case we only have a limited number of rebreathers... That way anyone weak to a substance gets first dibs."

All four of the others stare for a moment, before just claps his hands together.

Vic: "Alright! I have three rolled, which is probably more than we need but whatever. Who's lighter?"

Tim pulls out a lighter at the same time as Roy, and the archer raises an eyebrow.

Roy, taking a joint from Vic's outstretched palm: "If you weren't a newbie, I'd probably let you light right now just for the speed."

Roy took a long, slow drag, before tilting his head up and blowing it out away from the younger boys.

Roy, as he let's go of another puff: "Which way we passin'? Tim? Vic?"

Tim extends a fist: "I'll play you for it."

Vic, laughing: "Alright, white boy. But I don't do that two-out-of-three shit if you lose."

Tim chuckles, and then immediately wins against Vic's rock. He accepts the joint carefully between his two fingers, and brings it up.

Kon: "Are you sure? What if Dick comes back?"

Tim: "I'm an adult, and Dick's smoked weed before too. He can't say shit."

He takes a slow hit, pulling it into his lungs and--

Immediately dying. He coughs hard, taking in a shake breath as Roy and Vic laugh at him.

Tim: "Fuck! That is not the same thing as a vape."

Roy laughs harder: "No shit, little red!"

Kon, rubbing a hand over Tim's back: "Are you okay?"

Bart is stifling a laugh behind his hands, but nods his head towards Conner to say 'yeah, are you good bro?'

Tim clears his throat a bit: "I'm fine. I'm fine. I got this."

He takes another slow hit, this time more carefully not to overdo it. He exhales slowly, and for a moment he thinks he's gotten it.

Of course, he doesn't. The next coughing fit is worse, and he holds the joint up so he doesn't drop it. Conner takes it for him, rubbing his back again as Tim nearly gags.

Roy and Vic are laughing again, and Bart can't contain his own peals of giggling anymore. Even Kon laughs, the traitor, as Tim tries to wipe the bit of drool off his face.

Tim: "Jesus! Why is it so spicy?!?"

Vic: "Don't babysit, Kon. You gotta puff puff or pass it."

Roy: "Don't listen to him, he just wants his turn."

Conner thinks for a second, and then puts the joint up to his lips. He pulls in, trying to keep it shallow, and holds it.

He coughs hard, and now Tim is the one rubbing his back.

Tim: "Yeah. Maybe don't hold it?"

After a second, and more laughter, the clone tries again. And this time? Nothing. He doesn't cough, although it does burn a bit. It feels... Pleasant. Warm rather than painfully hot like the first hit.

Roy, cheering: "Whoo! Way to go, Lungs!"

Vic claps a little, somewhat jokingly: "Nice job, newbie"

Tim, looks at him with a deadpan face: "I hate you. That's not fair."

Kon: "Do I pass to Vic, or Bart?"

Bart: "I can try it, but it won't get my high at all. I think Wally has had an edible before that managed to last him almost an hour - but apparently it was expensive as hell."

Roy nods: "Well I can't afford the good shit that Dick buys Wally but you can try it if you want- just to say you did."

Bart beams at him and carefully takes the joint from Conner.

Bart: "So. I just hit it like a vape or something?"

Tim: "No! Whatever you do do not just hit it like a vape!"

Roy and Vic laugh, and Kon snorts.

Vic: "Yeah. That's why Tim almost keeled over there. You have to hit it slowly, like you're doing a breathing exercise or something."

Roy: "Try not to hold it in on the first hit, either."

Bart, takes a puff very carefully and let's it out almost immediately: "Oh.. Huh. It tastes... Uh."

Bart, makes a face and passes the joint to Vic: "Yeah no fuck that. It tastes like that time Icicle tossed me so hard I had dirty grass in my teeth."

The boys laugh as Vic takes his turn, before passing back to Roy.

Roy: "We have now completed one rotation. Other than Bart, is anyone bowing out?"

Vic, snorting and rolling his eyes: "You should probably ask if they feel anything before you start asking who's done."

Tim, hitting his vape: "I'm good. I don't think I feel anything yet, anyways."

Kon, nodding: "Yeah, I don't actually know how much I have to take but probably more than two hits..."

Roy laughs at that, and Vic wordlessly hands Conner his own joint.

Vic: "You know, it might actually be easier if you just get to pace yourself. Who knows, maybe your metabolism is going to burn it up before you get to the next rotation."

Kon looks at the joint, then back at Vic, and then to Tim and Roy.

Kon: "Yeah.... Fuck it- that's why we're at a party, isn't it?"

Tim, whoops and pulls out his lighter again: "You need help lighting it? I think Ive figured it out."

Kon, nodding: "Yes, please."

By the time Dick finds the trio again, they've all migrated to Roy's room to watch TV.

Dick, upon entering the room and smelling straight dank: "Roy.... Did. Did you drug my baby brother?"

Roy, high as fuck: "Yeah. But like. Him and the little dudes were told muuuhltiple times they could just not partake. Bro.. Timbit is fun!"

Tim, hitting Roy and shoving his vape under the older boy's leg subtly: "I'm fine! I like hanging with the boys!"

Kon is giggling madly, trying to cover his face with his hands, and Bart is still busy staring up at Dick like he's seen a ghost.

Dick, sighing: "Oh for fucks-.... Fine. This one time, because I'm going to be the one in trouble if B finds out that I brought you here and you got high. But if I ever catch you smoking again, I swear to Diana's Lasso I will tell Alfred."

Tim, still a bit too high to really process: "Okay! No biggie, man. You won't see me doing it again."

Dick, shocked that went so well: "Well... Okay. Good... Uhm..."

Roy and Vic look at each other, and then roll their eyes.

Vic: "You want a pre-roll I made earlier?"

Dick:

Vic:

Tim, smirking like a little shit because he knew Dick smoked:

Kon, baffled:

Bart, also baffled:

Roy: "Well?"

Dick: "Fuck it. If Tim's high I think I need to be."

[wondersinwaynemanor]

Tim, who out of nowhere, enters Jason's safehouse through the window.

Jason, arranging his books on the shelf: Doesn't mean I'm back for family brunches or whatever the fuck you guys do, doesn't mean you get to do that.

Tim, unbothered, approaches Jason: I have something to tell you, Jay.

Jason, looks at Tim for the first time: Which is? And Jesus, Timmy, don't put your dirty shoes on the clean rug!

Tim, grins: I'm getting better at cooking!

Jason, doubtful: Really?

Tim nods.

Jason: You asking Alf for lessons too?

Tim, grins wider: By playing mobile cooking games.

Jason, blinks: Uh.... Suuuure. But why come to me?

Tim: To show you. Duh.

Jason, very doubtful: Okayyy.

Tim: I'll make it a surprise even! You go on do something outside then I'll have some food ready when you get home.

Jason, shakes his head: I think it's better when I'm here and-

Tim: Trust me, Jay!

Jason: This isn't a prank or something, right? Dickface didn't pay you for this?

Tim: I'm here on my own will.

Jason, sighs: Alright then. Make something quick. I'll just go to the store and get something for Roy.

Jason, before exiting: And if you burn my books.... The safety of my gun will be useless, Timbo.

minutes later, Jason gets an alarm from his safehouse.

there's smoke coming from the pots. a spatula is on the floor. some sauce of some kind is on the cream colored walls. but thankfully, the place isn't on fire. yet.

Jason, enters the kitchen: What the fuck just happened, Tim??? You said I could trust you.

Tim, with bloodshot eyes and messy hair: WHERE ARE MY BOOSTERS? WHERE ARE MY UNLOCKS? WHERE ARE MY UPGRADES???

Jason, already turning off the stove: The fuck--Timmy, you are not playing one of the games on your phone right now!

Jason, picking up the utensils on the floor: This is the real world and there are no boosters, unlocks and fucking upgrades!!!

Tim, grabbing Jason by the shirt: You lie!!!!

meanwhile in Jason's safehouse.

Jason: So the clone is the solution for Tim's meltdowns. When did they become a thing?

Roy, chuckles: I think they've been together for quite some time, Jaybird.

Dick, sighs: Apparently. And I already told Timmy about those games in his phone. He gets too passionate.

Jason: Too passionate isn't the right word, Dick. He nearly burned down the place.

Dick: He wanted to impress you, Jay!

Roy, smiles: At least Lian's got some other playmates aside from me and Jaybird.

they watch as Lian pours tea on Tim and Kon's toy cups.

[whalehouse1]

There’s something inherently funny about the creation of Tim Drake. He was created to be a character boys would like and look up to and to do this, they gave him money, brains, a love for cars, skateboarding, him being a chick magnet (he was made for the 90’s and will receive the appropriate slang for the time), and the part that makes all of this funny is, he acts like a D.A.R.E. program white mom who pearl clutches at everything that isn’t bake sale school approved in his run. He eats ridiculously healthy for the most part in his solo with few exceptions, he insults people for liking hip-hop music (Kon has better taste than you Tim), he is rude to people who use drugs and that’s ignoring the racism and sexism that ran rampant with him, which I’m not blaming him for entirely, he was being written by Dixon. But, I’m sorry every guy I know who likes cars I know smokes or smoked cigarettes (I’m actually not kidding, it’s something I can’t separate in my mind), he would be friends with skaters at the parks who let’s be honest would smoke pot and they wouldn’t deal with a living nightlight telling them they can’t do that, a rich kid with neglectful parents are more likely to do drugs and listen to music that “polite society” wouldn’t have a taste for. It’s like they gave him cool stuff without any recognition of the subcultures that they came from and while he’s supposed to be this super awesome dude, he comes off as the mom in a MelissaKristinTV sketch

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Hola hola

If ur comfortable I’m currently in desperate need for headcannons for pothead!reader with either batfam or young Justice? Maybe both..??? OH ALSO They/them for reader who just so happens to be dating dick?

THANKS!!:!:

Thank you for the ask! IDK how accurate this fic is but hope y’all enjoy it!

You weren’t the typical vigilante, you weren’t trained by some great thousand year old league, you didn’t have super powers and you smoked pot for fun... 

You thought the Young Justice team would mind it but they didn’t, Wally immediately wanted to experiment what it would do to his speed, mega’an accidently ate a joint thinking it was an Earth dish, Kon didn’t particularly care and Roy had already been prescribed some for his anxiety.

You were glad they were so open minded, especially Dick.

You both had chemistry the second you joined the team, and you began dating shortly after. 

You loved lighting a blunt with him, listening to ABBA and bitching about the Justice League during your off times. 

You also spent your break time with Roy, when he didn’t want to talk to Oliver and when his anxiety and PTSD got the better of him. He trusted you the most because he trusted you not to judge him, and it was true, you never would.

Hey guys! Sorry for the hiatus but i’m back and I hope y’all have more requests! Have a great day/night ahead! 

[earthschampion]

Here’s a small portion of a multiple-part story I wrote several years ago:

I’m in the process of completely re-writing the story because... Holy Plot-lines, Batman, the original is awful!  Like many, I’m not a fan of New52, and I haven’t really read much of Rebirth.  For those who have been following me for a while, you know I write pre-boot, mainly.  So in my writing, my Teen Titans team is where the series left off right before New52.  Red-Robin, Superboy, Wonder Girl, Raven, Beast Boy, Ravager, and Solstice.

Anywhere, he’s a small sample from the story:

It was another gorgeous morning in San Fransisco; the sun rose over Titans Tower, it’s beams shining through each window.  On the top of the Tower stood a small, green rooster.  Beast Boy, as always, was the first Titan to wake. "Gooooooood morning, San Francisco!" Gar yelled as loud as he could, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun on his feathers.  Once returning to his normal form, he made his way down to the kitchen in order to prepare breakfast for himself.

As he started up the stove, he felt a gust of wind behind him.  Turning to his left, he noticed Bart at the fridge. "Morning, Bart, hungry?"

"Always, but right now I’m just really thirsty.  Couldn’t sleep last night, so I was at the pool.”  Bart pulled out the orange juice, then grabbed himself a glass from the dishrack before sitting at the counter.

“What’s wrong?  Trouble getting the relationship rolling with Rose?”  He dropped a handful of spinach onto the frying pan, then went to the fridge for egg whites.

The speedster’s face turned red as he choked on his sip of orange juice.  “What?!  Trouble?!  No! No trouble!  Things are smooth sailing with Rose!”

“Dude, it’s all good.  Bro-talk is happenin’ right now, we’re cool.  Sure, we get on each other’s nerves from time to time, but that’s what bros do.”  Gar served the omelet and put it in front of Bart.  “Here, a token of Bro-ness.  We cool?”

Bart looked down at the omelet, then back to Gar, who was holding up his fist.  A smile formed on his face, respectively pounding his fist against Gar’s.  “We’re cool.  Thanks, bro.”

“No problemo, hermano.”  Gar went back to the stove, preparing another omelet for himself.  “So tell me, what’s kept you up?  Is it Rose?  Somethin’ else? I’m all ears.”  He joked, having his ears turn into those of a Bloodhound.

“Well… Okay, yeah, it’s gotta do with Rose.  How real you want me to be?”

“Just don’t give me a play by play, and we’re solid.”

He let out a sigh as he re-filled his glass for a third time.  “Alright, well, our relationship basically started as a one night thing.  She was being flirty with me, and asked if I’ve ever been with anyone, then… Y’know.  Anyway, it was never anything official, she just basically comes to me when she wants to do stuff.”

“Not a bad agreement, there.”  Gar flipped the omelet before getting started on mixing the waffle batter.

“Well, not at first.  It was great, She was my first, and she taught me a lot.  But, I want an actual relationship.  I mean… I’ve always been kinda jealous of Conner and Cassie.”

He looked to Bart, pointing to his rabbit ear.  “Careful, Barty.  Kryptonians can’t always shut their super-hearing off.”

After throwing out the empty orange juice carton, Bart added it to the shopping list on the fridge.  “He probably already knows, anyway.  I mean, I love being a speedster, I’m not jealous of that.  But, he’s always had Cassie.”

“Everyone likes an Amazonian.”  Gar put his omelet on a plate as he gave Bart a wink.  “Can’t blame ya there, buddy.”

“I mean, Cassie’s gorgeous, but she’s always been a sister to me.  I mean, they’ve always had each other.  It’s something I’ve wanted, but… It’s hard, man.  And yeah, I get to do things with Rose and we sleep in the same bed every now and then, but I want it to be official…”

He placed the first waffle on the plate, then began filling up the waffle maker a second time.  “Have you thought about telling that to Rose?  That you wanna be boyfriend and girlfriend?”

Bart stabbed his omelet with his fork, a red shade appearing on his face.  “Once, and she laughed at me.”

He couldn’t control his laughter, it was too much to contain.  “She what?! You’re joking!”  Upon turning around, he saw the seriousness in Bart’s face.  A look that’s rarely seen.  “Oh, man, I’m sorry to hear that.  What’d she say to it?”

“She isn’t “the dating type.” That she doesn’t “do dating.”  And “why do we need a title?  What’s wrong with this?”  Basically, everything I didn’t want to hear.””  He stuffed his face with a bite from his omelet, then went over to start up the coffee maker.

Gar sat next to Bart’s seat at the counter, pouring some syrup onto his waffles.  “I mean, not to be rude or anythin’, but she’s right.  Don’t think about you and Rose for a second, just focus on Rose’s qualities.  She’s a badass, sword-fighting, cigarette-smoking, white-haired, single-eyed babe.  She drinks, she does whatever she wants, and won’t settle for anythin’.  She may sound rude and mean when she says those things, but maybe it’s because she knows you deserve someone better?  She knows you deserve someone who’s fun and innocent, someone who can be playful.  You probably can’t see it now, because you’re too busy being infatuated with Rose.”

“Dude, when’d you get so mature?”  Bart laughed as he lightly punched Gar’s arm.  “I mean, you’re probably right.  Right now, I want Rose and only Rose because of everything we’re doing.  If we were to stop, maybe I’d find someone else.”

“Who says you can’t be looking now?”

“W-What?  Whaddya mean?  I’m with Rose, dude!  Haven’t you been listening?!”

“Loud and clear, m’man.”  Gar pointing to his deer ears.  “And from my understandin’, you two aren’t together.  You guys are F.W.B’s.”

Bart raised a brow, finishing up his omelet.  “Fun With Babies?”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out a long sigh.  “Friends With Benefits, bro.  Meaning you two aren’t together, but you’re doing things.  Get it?”  He rolled his eyes, then looked back to the speedster.  “Fun With Babies?  Really?  What’s wrong with you?”

He nodded, quickly washing his plate and fork in the sink.  “So, you’re saying I should be looking for someone right now?  You know how hard it is to find someone in the superhero community?”

“So? Date someone outside the hero community.  Wally did it, So did Barry. Hell, even Superman did it.”  Gar took a bite of his omelet, then went over and poured two cups of coffee for himself and Bart.

“I wanna be with another hero, I don’t wanna have to hide who I am.”  Bart took the mug, grabbing a banana before heading back to the counter.

After putting some vegan-creamer in his coffee, Gar sat back down, changing into a chimpanzee as he ate his own banana.  “Ooooh, I see.  So we have some desires, do we?  What else is on the requirement list to date Kid Flash?”

“That’s really it.”  Taking a sip from his coffee, Bart grabbed a spoon and added some more sugar.  “I just need to be honest with her.  As long as we get along, and she’s a beautiful hero, I’ll be happy. Anyway, enough about me.  I got a question for you, actually.”

“Shoot.”  Showing a set of finger guns, he changed back to his normal self as he took another gulp of his coffee.

“Why is it you don’t ever come down with Raven?  You’re always first.”

“Because Raven likes to sleep in a bit more than I do.”

“Okay, yeah, but I mean… Conner and Cassie come down at the same time… Tim and Stephanie come down at the same time, whenever she stays over, that is… Don’t you like to stay in bed with Raven?” Gar finished his coffee and twirled his spoon.  “Well, yeah, I guess when you put it that way… Truth is, Raven isn’t much of a cuddler.  It’s hard to express emotions when your father is literally a demon that feeds on your emotions.  I’m honestly surprised we’re able to do the things we do?”

Bart brought over the coffee pot, topping Gar off before refilling his own mug.  “Stuff like what?”

Raising his mug as a sign of thanks, he took a sip before continuing.  “Like, we hold hands, we kiss, we cuddle at night.  Once in a while, other things… I think she blocks herself off sometimes when she feels she’s getting too comfortable.  She may be part-demon, but she’s also part-human.  And like everyone else, the human-side of her craves connection and emotion.  It’s an ongoing war in her, she can only feed her human-side’s cravings so much before Trigon can have a chance at using her.”

“I didn’t think of it like that… But she seems to be expressing herself a bit more, right?”  She actually gives me hugs and plays with my hair when we watch tv!”

He laughed a bit as he took another sip from his coffee.  “She thinks of you as her youngest brother.  She said she enjoys when you fall asleep next to her, you’re like a cat.”  Gar changed into a cat as he hopped onto Bart’s lap.  “You vibrate when you snore, like your form of purring.”

“Knock it off!”  Bart laughed, pushing Gar off of him.  “Wait, she thinks of me as the youngest?”

“Yep!  Tim’s the oldest because he acts the most mature.  Kon is the middle-child, and you’re the baby.  In Raven’s eyes, anyway.”  He laughed again, bringing his plate and mug to the sink.  “As for the girls, Rose is the oldest, Cassie and Stephanie are twins, and Kiran is the youngest.”

“Kiran… Hmmm.”  Bart tapped his foot on the barstool as he looked towards the doorway.  “Do you think--”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Loverboy.”  Gar patted Bart on the back.  “Baby steps, I know that’s hard for you.  It’s more like baby miles, in your case.”

"Garfield, let him at least have some hope." Raven walked in, giving Bart a gentle smile as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Good morning, Bart.  Things with Rose aren’t going well?"

"Mornin' Rave.”  Bart leaned his back, resting his head against her chest as she played with his hair.  He would never admit to it, but Raven was like a second mother to him.  She always seemed so protective of him, and he loved his quality time with her.  “Your Nat-Geo of a boyfriend gave me some advice. Are we still watching that movie together?" He smiled wide as he offered her an orange from the table. She gladly accepted the orange before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.  “Of course, we didn’t marathon the entire “Ultimate Ninja” series for us to not watch the seventh one.””  Raven left Bart and went over to the fridge, grabbing milk before going to the cabinets for cereal.  Leaning over, she gave Gar a kiss on his cheek.  “Good morning, Garfield.”

“Mornin’, honey.” He returned the kiss before motioning towards Bart at the counter.  “You give him kisses, too?”

A gentle roll of her eyes, she patted Gar’s cheek as she spoke quietly.  “You know my love for him is different than my love for you, Garfield.”

“Mhm.”  Gar went back to putting the dishes away, grabbing Raven a bowl, as well.  “Let’s make sure it stays that way.  I don’t need you trying to hit on my woman, Speedy.”

“Wrong hero, but noted.”  Bart placed his mug in the sink before looking back to Raven.  “Hey, Rave?  When are we watching the movie?”

“As soon as I finish eating, I’ll meet you on the couch, deal?”

“Sounds good!  See ya, Rave!  And Gar… Thanks.”  He gave them both a smile and a salute, then ran out of the room.

Gar looked to Raven, an eyebrow raised as he leaned his back against the counter.  “Ultimate Ninja, huh?  I didn’t take you for a kung-fu fan.”

Raven shrugged her shoulders as she carried her bowl of cereal to the counter.  “I don’t particularly enjoy it, but I know Bart loves to snuggle up to me and have me play with his hair.”

“You know because he told you?  Or because you felt it?”

“Both.”  She covered her mouth as she finished her spoonful. “He told me how he loves showing me his favorite movies and shows.  What he didn’t say, however, is how he thinks of me as his mother, in a sense.”

Once again, he couldn’t control his laughter.  “Sheesh, he thinks you’re old?  Want me to knock some sense into the kid?”  He flexed his gorilla arm, before walking over to sit beside Raven.

“That is unnecessary, I think it’s very sweet.”  She continued to eat her cereal for a moment.  “He misses his parents, and I can understand that feeling.  I’ll admit, since I first felt this is what he thinks of me, I have purposely been acting more… Motherly towards him.”

“So the snuggling on the couch and the kisses…?”  Gar’s voice trailed, raising a brow to her.

“If it makes you uncomfortable, Garfield, I will stop.  I am being honest when I say it’s strictly platonic.”  She put down her spoon, reaching for his hand.  “My love for you is… Passionate.”

A smile formed on his face, looking down at their hands.  “If the kid thinks of you as his old lady, it’s fine.  But if he starts gettin’ flirty, we’re gonna have problems.”

She turned Gar’s face towards her lips, kissing him gently.  “Do not worry, my love.  Now, if you excuse me.  It’s time for me to meditate through-- I mean, thoroughly enjoy “Ultimate Ninja 7: The Samuracalypse.”  She gave Gar one more kiss before meeting Bart on the couch, the menu screen already on the television.

Bart had his legs stretched out on the couch as he played on his tablet.  Glancing up, he noticed Raven walking into the room.  “Hey, Rave!”  He sat up straight, putting his tablet on the coffee table.  “Check it!  I’ve got some Oolong tea here, for ya!”  He smiled wide, pressing the volume button on the remote to unmute the television.

Eyes widened, Raven looked back into the kitchen and noticed there wasn’t a teapot on the stove.  “How did you make the tea?  I was in the kitchen with Garfield the entire time.”

“Ninja skills, Rave.  Ninja skills.”  He smirked, patting the seat next to him.  “You ready for the movie?”

What she said to Gar was true, she has purposely been acting more motherly towards Bart.  What she did not tell him, however, was that she’s been viewing Bart more as a son.  It was something she would keep to herself, just as her knowledge of Bart’s feelings.  She sat on the couch, and took the mug from Bart, who immediately rested his head against her chest.  Raven wrapped her arm around him, her hand slowly brushing up and down his arm.  “Whenever you are ready, Bart.  And thank you for the tea, it was very thoughtful.”  Raven gave him a gentle smile as she took a sip from the mug.

“Raven, we don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to...”

“But how will we know what becomes of Ninjokyo City?  And the rise of the robot samurai’s?  Aren’t you curious?”  She looked down at him, noticing a concerned look on his face.  “Is something wrong?”

Bart looked down and played with his fingers.  “You don’t have to lie about liking the movies, Raven, it’s okay.”

With a sigh, She put the mug back on the coffee table before looking to Bart.  “Bart, do you know why I’ve watched the past six Ultimate Ninja movies with you?”  She gave him a moment, but only received a shrug as a response.  “It’s because I enjoy spending this time with you.  It doesn’t matter what we watch, I’m more than happy to sit here with you.  It’s calming, which is very ironic, considering how you’re normally all over the place.”  She chuckled as she lifted his head up.  “I appreciate this time spent with you, Bart.  It’s nice to focus on something other than my inner demons, for lack of a better phrase.”

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her.  “I like it, too.  Thanks for putting up with me, Raven.”  He released from the hug and handed her the remote.  “So, what would you like to watch?”

“Absolutely anything else other than Ultimate Ninja.  For all I care, Ninjokyo City can crumble to the ground.”  She laughed, giving Bart another gentle kiss on his forehead.  She let Bart rest his head on her lap as he stretched out on the couch again, her fingers combing his hair as they channel-surfed.

[batboyblog]

Finally, it was Tim's highschool graduation. He was graduation with full honors and he couldn't be happier. But then, next to his adoptive dad Bruce was someone he never expected to show up - Damian Wayne, his supposed younger brother who took the mantle of Robin from him.

Tim stood in the slowly moving line. He was sweating in his cheap black plastic robe. For such an expensive private school you’d think they could shell out for real robes Tim thought. High school graduation he though to himself there were many times he thought he’d never get here. He’d nearly died more times than he could count, really died even a few times. Despite it all he was here about to walk at graduation. Being shot, stabbed, set on fire, beaten, and blown up, plus running on 2 hours of sleep most days hadn’t hurt his grades much. He wasn’t valedictorian, but the 4th highest GPA in the class wasn’t anything to sneeze at. 

Waiting in the line to walk across the stage seemed to take forever, but when his name “Timothy Drake-Wayne” came booming out it seemed like he’d just gotten here. Tim bounded up the stairs to the stage, managing his robe a lot better than many of his classmates, all the running around with a cape. He beamed at his principal, she smiled at him and handed him a leather folder with his diploma. “Good job Tim” She said dropping him a wink, “Thanks Dr. Andrews” Tim said as they shook hands and turned out toward the camera. 

He took this moment to scan the crowd. If he’d been an average student he’d have never seen them. However he’d spent years building his skills his ability to pick people out of crowds. Dick was standing on his chair waving wildly Tim smiled even wider. Babs was waving her arms just as wildly as Dick, her wheelchair stuck out into the aisle. Next to Dick Bruce and Alfred where clapping more reserved, but Bruce had a big smile on his face. Next to Bruce though, with his armed crossed over his skinny chest was… Damian?

Tim didn’t have time to think about why his little brother was here, he hustled off the stage as the next graduate was called. Tim settled back into his seat and tried to work it out. It was possible that Bruce, Dick, Alfred or some combination had insisted that Damian come. Tim shook his head, no one could really force Damian to do anything. He settled back in his seat, he’d just have to ask the demon brat at his party later.

The rest of graduation crawled by him clapping whenever he recognized a name. He stood on his chair letting out a woop and pumping his hand in the air when his roommate Miles wheeled across the stage. An hour or so later it was all over and Tim threw is hat up into the air then leapt up to catch it out of the air. 

Tim pushed open the doors to Wayne manor and was greeted to cheers and clapping. Kon and Bart picked him up in a hug and spun him around. Clark Kent shook his hand so hard he thought his arm would come off. Jon Kent hugged him around the middle. Wonder Woman smiled at him and told him she was proud of him, which made Tim choke up a little. Jason pulled him into a one armed hug and told him he bought some pot for them to smoke together later. Dick gushed for 10 minutes. Tim smiled at, shook hands with and hugged members of the Justice League, Justice Society, Titans, and Outsiders, friends and allies. He high fives Miles as he walked toward the kitchen. 

Damian was sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter. Tim wondered if he knew how small that made him look. Tim pulled a coke out of the fridge cracking it open and leaning against the counter next to Damian. “Not going out to the party Dami?” Tim commented taking a sip of his drink. “tt- not exactly my thing now is it Drake?” Damian said without looking up from his phone. “Hm, I wouldn’t have thought so but then you show up at my graduation, so I don’t know what to think” Tim said as lightly as he could. Damian said nothing, didn’t move a muscle. “So what’s up with that Dami?” 

“I had to make sure you were really going to leave” Damian said tartly. Tim laughed, there was a time not so long ago that a comment like that would have annoyed him, but not any more. “You know for the ‘Son of Batman�� you’ve always been a shitty liar” Tim said looking at his little brother. Damian looked up and glared at him but Tim just looked back coolly with a slight smile. Damian looked away “fine, if you must know I…. I think I’m going to miss you” Damian’s voice was quiet. Tim raised an eyebrow but said nothing. “Duke graduated last year, now you, after this summer it’ll just be me here alone” Damian sounded miserable. “Well other than Bruce, Alfred and your 97 pets” Tim tried to joke. Damian glared at him again “You know what I mean Drake” Tim shrugged but he did.

The Manor could be cold, more a museum than a home, Bruce could be hard to live with at the best of times. “Ah come up kid, we’re all in and out of here all the time, if you really miss me I got a single dorm, you can crash on my floor any time” Damian looked at him and Tim could see he was grateful even as he said mockingly “oh how tempting Drake” Tim laughed “any ways we all know Bruce can’t help but adopt new orphans, you’ll be dealing with a knew little brother with-in 6 months of me moving out guaranteed” Damian rolled his eyes but also smiled. “Come on you’re missing a party” Tim said clapping him on the shoulder and they headed out into the party together. 

[inthehouseofflies-blog1]

♖ (modern!Lucy, WSW!Don, CoC!Torleik, CoC!Kon, CoC!Lisel) // ♞ (Midyan, Modern!Don, WSW!Lucy, CoC!Damian, CoC!Christoph) //♟(Modern!Gideon, WSW!Mary, CoC!Eve, CoC!Claus, CoC!Viviette) // ☂ (Modern!Mary, Velius, CoC!Viktorya, CoC!Eudora) // ♨ (Modern!Eli, WSW!Wallas, WSW!Julien, CoC!Louis, CoC!Viala)

♖ for one of my muses guilty pleasures //

Lucy (Modern)I think she loves reality television. She knows how incredibly scripted and empty it all is, but she can’t help but get sucked in on a day off and binge watch entire seasons of it. Lucy would also never admit it, but on particularly lonely nights, she reads them while taking a long bubble bath.

Donovan (HP)Guilty is the key word here and it makes this very hard. I think one of the things he does that he isn’t too proud of but absolutely enjoys, is sitting for hours on his bedroom floor while looking over all his medals, photos, memorabilia, etc. of his glory days. He knows it’s pathetic, but he likes to remember that at some point in his life, he was somebody.

Torleik (CoC) It’s not incredibly different or unusual in Arvidor, but for Torleik, taking time to admire the beauty of the trees and unique greenery of his land is definitely something to be ashamed of. Not that he’s ashamed of admitting that Arvidor is vastle beautiful and even that kind of beauty isn’t lost on someone like him, but that he wasn’t actively being productive. That’s what he’d be ashamed of.

Konstantin (CoC) Oh, Konstantin has about a thousand. Everything he loves is a guilty pleasure. From sucking off his cousin (LOL)  to spending twice the amount of time getting ready that normal Vollstachtian men do... Konstantin is constantly in a state of guilt. And his relatives don’t exactly make it easy for him. After all, this is the land of fire and steel and here he is fussing over the exact placement of the ruffles on his cravat and bitching his twin sister up and down for her heinous taste in men.

Liselotte (CoC) I think she certainly feels and does regrettable things, but I’m not sure she feels guilty for any... From wishing she was dead (to be with her parents), to forcing Raphael to spend time with her when it clearly bothers him in some way, to defying her uncle at every turn... I don’t know that what she enjoys, she feels guilty for. Huh... I’ll have to think more about this one, because I feel there’s something I’m forgetting. OH, you know what... she does take pleasure in having Killian’s attention, but also feels guilty for wanting it because of their first “disagreement”. I think some part of her knows she should loathe him for that but... I DON’T KNOW. Confused child, confusing me.

♞ for something that my muse wants to do //

Midyan (Main) More than anything, he wants to return to the under realm with Miryam and return to doing what they were born to do. However, he’d never admit that the toll the mortal world is taking on him is very, very real. And he knows Miryam is enjoying their banishment, and would never force her back with him. He knows they may soon come to an impasse and it keeps him up at night.

Donovan (Modern)Oh man, he’s so motivated now that Bailey is in his life. Donovan was content to his shitty, pathetic life. Even on the path to recovery from his alcoholism, he wasn’t exactly excited about it. But with Bailey... now he wants to get a good job, get a nicer place in a good part of town, make it comfortable for her... for them. He wants to build a life for them; he sees his future only with her or he doesn’t have one at all.

Lucy (HP)She wants to live outside her identity as a squib. Even though she’s more valuable than ever, she wants to be valuable for more than just that. I think, sometimes, when she’s tired at the end of her shift, she wishes she had someone to curl up next to. Thank God for Rhea, because sometimes a best friend is exactly what she needs (and they have similar struggles about being known for something that isn’t them as a whole), but Lucy has never been loved outside of that. It’s am empty part of herself she doesn’t know needs filling just yet.

Damian (CoC)He wants to marry Aniah and return to the man he was before at the same time. He craves his status, his reputation, his attitude being returned. And honestly, if she says yes to him, it will all flood back. He’ll be stronger, actually. Far more charming; more in control; a better player on the grand, political stage that is court life.

Christoph (CoC) Christoph wants to bring his old pal back. He wants to get Rafael back to his old self (just short of the arrogance which got him cursed, of course) and he wants all his cousins to be happy again. He wants the old life back with all its fun. None of these politics and new dangers at court. He’d also like for Vollstacht to embrace Kiya because honestly, look at that face. Come on, now.

♟ for something my muse admires

Gideon (Modern) Alice. He absolutely admires her strength. She can smile even in the worst circumstances. She has the kind of resiliance that he believes is rare and massively valuable. Before, it may have been a struggle to get it out of him, but he would readily confess it to her now. Maybe soon, of his own volition, when they’re in a hospital room and a baby is on the way.

Mary (HP) Neil. God, she thinks so fucking highly of him. There is no better man in her eyes, no better way of being. Aside from how hard he punishes himself by working until he’s damn-near dead, Mary absolutely thinks he is the ideal human being. Kind, generous, strong, intelligent, honorable, courageous, loyal, loves his family. She could go on and on about how many things there are to admire in Neil Lockewood. She absolutely feels that everyone is his inferior.

Evelyn (CoC) I know it says “something” my muse admires and not “someone” but AH WELL. Evelyn is a pretty... vapid, self-centered thing; admiration is hard to find inside her selfish, little heart. For Umbra Lui’s sake, she calls her orphaned and prematurely-crowned cousin “leftovers.” lmfao If she admires anyone, it would be Malakai. He’s handsome, wealthy, a successful king at a young age. I think she would admire Afasa if she ever crossed paths with the man. Wealth, power, and a face worth swooning over; that’s what Evelyn admires.Claus (CoC) Those in power who do not abuse it. Caldreus is a good example. Though Caldreus often causes eye-rolls so hard that they hurt, Claus is a firm believer that he is a very good king who has never used his power unless it was for the good of those whose lives depend on his decisions. Ambition for one’s own-self and one’s own alone is abhorrent.Viviette (CoC) When one sticks to their guns. She can always find some admiration for a person who, even against all odds or rebuttal, remains steadfast in their belief or cause. Those who backtrack, who correct themselves even with good reason, are not well-liked by a queen who cannot be told anything other than what she already thinks.

☂ for something my muse wants to protect

Mary (Modern) Bailey. In any of her modern verses, no matter what her situation is, she wants to protect Bailey and whatever makes Bailey happy. For example, with the whole issue of Don being too old for her (and the last person her parents would want her with): Mary immediately offered shelter from the storm. She wants Bailey happy because Mary knows that out of everyone in the world, Bailey deserves it most. Mary would throw down everything to protect her best friend. NOT HAVE FEELINGS FOR. Because Lord knows that if any kind of authority got wind of it, or if those relationships were made public... all hell would break loose, and Mary might just kill herself.

Velius (Main) Himself. Looking out for number one, always. Whatever he wants, loves, admires, needs, etc., Velius comes first.

Viktoriya (CoC) Gael and Giselle, her adopted family. She owes them so much, and although her mere existence is an insult (as her true identity is bound forever with tragedies that befell them both), she would give anything (or do anything) to see them safe. 

Eudora (CoC) Her last family member, Zosime. While Eudora has a large heart, there is no one who consumes it more than her big sister, Zosime. Eudora only ever wants to see Zosime happy and healthy, and anyone who would jeopardize that would be met with (probably futile) resistance.

♨ for something that relaxes my muse

Eli (Modern) Pot. Honestly, getting high. Xanax sometimes, but mostly he likes to smoke. Alcohol is more of a party choice. Oh, and “Friends” (the show). Pot and “Friends.”Wallas (HP) He loves to sit and read magizoology books with a large cup of hot English breakfast tea in hand. A good pair of pajama pants, soft robe, and we’re in business. Absolute bliss.

Julien (HP) Laying in bed all day with his little wife. At least, he’s going to make her his wife as soon as the smoke clears and they won’t be bothered. But yes, nothing is more relaxing than laying naked or semi-naked in a tangle of silky sheets with her. They could just talk for hours, or say nothing at all, instead passing time by tracing delicate shapes with their fingertips on each others skin. Julien just wants to be with her, be comfortable, and not be bothered by the world outside. Before Bailey, he liked to smoke, to take an assortment of mild wizard drugs, and look at paintings.

Louis (CoC) Cooking, gardening, cleaning. I imagine servants have gotten frustrated with him many times because he insists on doing things himself. After a hard life of combat, court life, and protecting princesses from all that is out to get them... domestic life is sweet, quiet bliss.Viala (CoC) Gabriel time. When he can afford to sit with her in her tower, Viala is most at ease. She likes to lounge around and hum little tunes while playing (and most times, successfully tangling) his long, dirty blond hair. She likes it when he tells her stories, when he talks to her about the comings and goings of the court she doesn’t often get to visit.

[kaliina-catoe-blog]

Tim, of course, smokes weed again. He told Dick he wouldn't get caught- not that he'd never do it again. And thus begins a tradition of Tim, Kon, and Bart climbing onto the Wayne manor roof once a month or so to smoke pot and bullshit.

It wasn't super often that all three boys had a day off at the same time, and every time they would use the opportunity to hang out. This week, they decided to meet up after patrol Saturday night so they could have all of Sunday together. Tim had mentioned bringing a surprise for Bart, and the speedster was physically vibrating with excitement as he tried to guess what it was.

Tim, exiting the cave's locker room to greet his friends, hair dripping onto a towel slung around his neck messily: "We all ready for our weekend off?"

Bart, flapping his hands so fast they blur, and bouncing slightly on his heels: "You said you got me a present? I wanna see! Is it-" he looks around the empty cave for a second, "is it what I think it is?"

Tim grins and holds out a package from behind his back: "Deadibles! All for you, bud. Unless you're sharing with us and fuckin us up while you babysit." he laughs, tossing it over.

Kon whistles, brows shooting up a bit: "Damn, Aren't those expensive as fuck? And like... Super concentrated?"

Tim: "Well, yeah, but I'm rich. And they have to be, they're what Dick buys for Wally when they want to get high. They're practically made for speedsters- although they're safe for 'plain' humans, too. We'd just have to take very small pieces."

Kon nods, and Bart looks even more excited. Tim herds his friends upstairs, and they go to his room to open the box. The package inside is nice, and covered in cool skull graphics and flames. Bart opens them up and smells them, making a face.

Bart: "I'm not sure what I expected. They smell pretty sweet, though. Fruity? How much should I be taking of this?"

Tim: "As much as you feel comfortable trying. It'll hit fast, and it won't last as long as a normal high does- Wally said he usually does a whole square and it'll last an hour or something."

Kon: "Or something?"

Bart: "What is 'or something'?"

Tim makes a face, and then takes a small breath: "He said his first time it lasted two hours because he took too much. But he didn't say if 'too much' for the first time was a whole one or not. Just said that if you tried it you had to feel it out yourself."

Bart blinks, and then grins wide: "I'm definitely taking a whole square. Two hours? Bro! That means I'll get the same high as you two usually get! And besides, I probably won't do this again for a while so I should get the full package."

Kon, grimacing: "Are you sure? That sounds like a nightmare. Our first time we didn't smoke that much."

Tim, laughing: "Uh, did you have a different first than us? Because I'm pretty positive you had an entire joint to yourself. And I split almost an entire joint three ways.. We were trashed- shit I almost got caught with a vape by Dick!"

Bart and Conner laugh, remembering the party that started their day-off tradition.

Bart: "Yeah.. I think this is going to be really fun."

Kon, rolling his eyes: "Okay. Fine. Are we all doing edibles? Like. Are you and I," he points to Tim, "doing our normal gummies?"

Tim, pulling out their normal gummy bears: "fuck yeah! We wanna time it well. So you and I take these now and then Bart takes his on the roof. That way it hits at the same time."

Bart frowns: "Damn, I gotta wait?"

Kon and Tim both chuckle, and eat their gummies before the three boys pack the usual knapsack with their snacks. They have a large blanket to soften the shingles, and drinks, and Tim shoves their phones and a Bluetooth speaker on top before pulling the strings. Kon shoulders the slightly-bulging bag, and they quietly open Tim's bedroom door.

Dick spots the three boys trying to sneakily make their way down the hallway as he comes up the stairs, and raises an eyebrow. He follows them, all the way up to the fourth floor before he realizes what's going on.

Dick, catching the trio trying to sneak onto the manor roof through the window at the end of the main hall: "if I didn't know any better. I would say that you three are probably sneaking off to go have sex... I do, however, know better. You're going to go do drugs aren't you?"

Kon, shoving something into Bart's back pocket: "no"

Dick: "I'm calling Alfred on you"

Tim: "NOOOOOOO NO NO NO!!!!"

Bart, panicking: "We'll share!"

Dick:

Bart:

Tim:

Kon:

Dick: "........ What do you have?"

Tim blinks, shocked at how quickly Dick agreed: "What?"

Dick, rolling his eyes: "Tim. What do you have, and is it worth me not ratting you out? Big brother tax, little bro."

Bart barks out a laugh, suddenly grateful that Kon had shoved the gummy bears on him: "I'm trying Deadibles- they've got gummies."

Kon: "Dude! Way to narc!"

Tim: "No, no. Dick should join us! He's been around Wally on Deadibles he'll know if something feels wrong about Bart's high."

Dick blinks, and then grins: "Fuck yeah! Pass it over, little man. I'll babysit. High speedsters are fucking hilarious!"

The younger men are a bit confused, but at least Dick wasn't about to snitch anymore. Bart hands Dick a bear and he accepts it gladly before leading the teens out the window.

Dick: "Yknow, you literally could have had Kon fly you out your bedroom window."

Tim:

Kon:

Bart:

Tim: "I hate you."

Random DC ideas #1

CW: Tim vapes, and several of the Titans smoke weed together. Other characters are also mentioned as smoking weed and/or vaping/etc. No other drugs, and no alcohol. Just recreational pot and (barely) underage vaping. Just making sure there's a warning JIC. Don't like, don't read.

Tim, Bart, and Connor occasionally smoke weed. Bart can't get high off of it, but he likes to be included in the fun and he always brings good munchies. (Sometimes he even remembers to bring enough for the others)!

Kon, shockingly, actually does get high. It takes a fair amount, but he definitely gets there and it lasts a solid hour or two so he thinks it's worth it when Tim offers to relax for a night. Kryptonians can also get a high from nicotine, which they found out on accident when Tim offered to let him taste his vape. They didn't know! He figured it was harmless for a Kryptonian, and he'd just get to taste it and move on... It's not very addictive, and Kon doesn't really like the type of high it causes, but every now-and-again it's fun.

Tim? Tim is a rich kid who went to private school. He used to swear he'd "never vape, or smoke, or do drugs. Never ever ever" but. Well. Then a classmate on the debate team offered to let him try some ridiculous "Birthday Cake" thing and it was. Surprisingly good? He coughed like a bitch, but once he figured out how to breathe the hit without dying it was like. His chest felt lighter.

So, Tim researches every type of vape he can find and settles on one that has a particularly good reputation. Of course, it won't stop him from getting lung cancer in his 50s or something. But honestly? What was the likelihood Tim was going to live past 40 as a hero? He reasoned as long as he kept it limited, and stuck to reputable brands with lower salts and shit he'd probably be fine enough.

And then, he goes to a party with Dick and a few other OG Titans... And then Dick wanders off. And Tim is left alone with Roy and Bart and Kon and Cyborg- Vic... And Roy pulls out weed like it's the most casual thing on the planet, passing it right to Vic.

Kon: "Oh my Rao! Dude! Put that away!"

Roy: "Relaaaaxx, little blue. It's legal in this state, and we're not going to make anyone else mess with it if they don't want to. Go find Dickface if you wanna be babies- just don't be a narc."

Bart looks between Conner, who looks like he's just taken a shot of tequila and Roy, who looks like the coolest cucumber this side of Jersey. He looks to Tim, and then back again at Roy, and then he looks at the little baggie.

Bart, sitting down on the floor by Vic's legs: "I can't get high off of it anyways," he shrugs, "I honestly don't think I care if you guys smoke weed. He has a point that it's legal, anyways."

He aims the last part at Kon, and the clone sighs heavily. Tim hasn't said a word, but he silently pulls out his newest vape- Raspberry Peach Lime- and takes a long hit.

Tim: "I'm game."

Roy's eyes go wider than Tim thinks should be physically possible, and Tim laughs right in his stupid face.

Tim: "You think I'm the golden kid? Hell no. I should be called Boy Disappointment long before Boy Wonder. I gave up on normal coping mechanisms when I became Robin."

Roy, still looking baffled, can only nod as Tim sits cross-legged on the floor across from them. He motions for Conner to join and, after a moment of hesitation, the clone sits too.

Kon: "We aren't going to like... Get in trouble right? Because it's legal?"

Vic, snorting: "I mean. It is, over the age of 21. But nobody is about to snitch on a bunch of teenage super heroes using a natural herb for relaxation when they're off the clock. I use it because I get phantom pains in my robot limbs."

The older boy explains, while rolling a joint with a practiced ease Tim's never even seen on his Gotham friends. He wonders if maybe Vic will teach him how to roll like that.

Kon, nodding: "I guess that makes more sense. Kal always just says that if he ever catches me with drugs he'll ground me for a year- he never said if legal ones count though."

Bart: "Dude, of course the legal ones should be an exception! That's why they were legalized, because they're helpful!" he looks up at Roy and Vic, "Right?"

Roy, laughing but trying to not freak the kids out: "Yeah, exactly. Legal drugs are like medicine - hell, that's why they call it Medical Marijuana. It's totally fine if you don't want any, but you're welcome to share the rotation."

Vic: "Wait, does pot even do anything to Kryptonians?"

Tim, before Kon can open his mouth: "Yes, and they can get a high from nicotine too."

Kon: "I know how you know the nic thing, but how do you know for sure weed works on me? It doesn't work on Bart."

Tim: "Nicotine also doesn't affect Bart, one. Two, Kara told me.... Well. Technically, Dick told me after Kara told him. But Kara also has mentioned it for sure."

Bart: "So you just know exactly what substances are mind-altering for Kon?"

Tim, face a bit pink: "I.. I like to know what substances to be cautious of for all of my teammates... In case we only have a limited number of rebreathers... That way anyone weak to a substance gets first dibs."

All four of the others stare for a moment, before just claps his hands together.

Vic: "Alright! I have three rolled, which is probably more than we need but whatever. Who's lighter?"

Tim pulls out a lighter at the same time as Roy, and the archer raises an eyebrow.

Roy, taking a joint from Vic's outstretched palm: "If you weren't a newbie, I'd probably let you light right now just for the speed."

Roy took a long, slow drag, before tilting his head up and blowing it out away from the younger boys.

Roy, as he let's go of another puff: "Which way we passin'? Tim? Vic?"

Tim extends a fist: "I'll play you for it."

Vic, laughing: "Alright, white boy. But I don't do that two-out-of-three shit if you lose."

Tim chuckles, and then immediately wins against Vic's rock. He accepts the joint carefully between his two fingers, and brings it up.

Kon: "Are you sure? What if Dick comes back?"

Tim: "I'm an adult, and Dick's smoked weed before too. He can't say shit."

He takes a slow hit, pulling it into his lungs and--

Immediately dying. He coughs hard, taking in a shake breath as Roy and Vic laugh at him.

Tim: "Fuck! That is not the same thing as a vape."

Roy laughs harder: "No shit, little red!"

Kon, rubbing a hand over Tim's back: "Are you okay?"

Bart is stifling a laugh behind his hands, but nods his head towards Conner to say 'yeah, are you good bro?'

Tim clears his throat a bit: "I'm fine. I'm fine. I got this."

He takes another slow hit, this time more carefully not to overdo it. He exhales slowly, and for a moment he thinks he's gotten it.

Of course, he doesn't. The next coughing fit is worse, and he holds the joint up so he doesn't drop it. Conner takes it for him, rubbing his back again as Tim nearly gags.

Roy and Vic are laughing again, and Bart can't contain his own peals of giggling anymore. Even Kon laughs, the traitor, as Tim tries to wipe the bit of drool off his face.

Tim: "Jesus! Why is it so spicy?!?"

Vic: "Don't babysit, Kon. You gotta puff puff or pass it."

Roy: "Don't listen to him, he just wants his turn."

Conner thinks for a second, and then puts the joint up to his lips. He pulls in, trying to keep it shallow, and holds it.

He coughs hard, and now Tim is the one rubbing his back.

Tim: "Yeah. Maybe don't hold it?"

After a second, and more laughter, the clone tries again. And this time? Nothing. He doesn't cough, although it does burn a bit. It feels... Pleasant. Warm rather than painfully hot like the first hit.

Roy, cheering: "Whoo! Way to go, Lungs!"

Vic claps a little, somewhat jokingly: "Nice job, newbie"

Tim, looks at him with a deadpan face: "I hate you. That's not fair."

Kon: "Do I pass to Vic, or Bart?"

Bart: "I can try it, but it won't get my high at all. I think Wally has had an edible before that managed to last him almost an hour - but apparently it was expensive as hell."

Roy nods: "Well I can't afford the good shit that Dick buys Wally but you can try it if you want- just to say you did."

Bart beams at him and carefully takes the joint from Conner.

Bart: "So. I just hit it like a vape or something?"

Tim: "No! Whatever you do do not just hit it like a vape!"

Roy and Vic laugh, and Kon snorts.

Vic: "Yeah. That's why Tim almost keeled over there. You have to hit it slowly, like you're doing a breathing exercise or something."

Roy: "Try not to hold it in on the first hit, either."

Bart, takes a puff very carefully and let's it out almost immediately: "Oh.. Huh. It tastes... Uh."

Bart, makes a face and passes the joint to Vic: "Yeah no fuck that. It tastes like that time Icicle tossed me so hard I had dirty grass in my teeth."

The boys laugh as Vic takes his turn, before passing back to Roy.

Roy: "We have now completed one rotation. Other than Bart, is anyone bowing out?"

Vic, snorting and rolling his eyes: "You should probably ask if they feel anything before you start asking who's done."

Tim, hitting his vape: "I'm good. I don't think I feel anything yet, anyways."

Kon, nodding: "Yeah, I don't actually know how much I have to take but probably more than two hits..."

Roy laughs at that, and Vic wordlessly hands Conner his own joint.

Vic: "You know, it might actually be easier if you just get to pace yourself. Who knows, maybe your metabolism is going to burn it up before you get to the next rotation."

Kon looks at the joint, then back at Vic, and then to Tim and Roy.

Kon: "Yeah.... Fuck it- that's why we're at a party, isn't it?"

Tim, whoops and pulls out his lighter again: "You need help lighting it? I think Ive figured it out."

Kon, nodding: "Yes, please."

By the time Dick finds the trio again, they've all migrated to Roy's room to watch TV.

Dick, upon entering the room and smelling straight dank: "Roy.... Did. Did you drug my baby brother?"

Roy, high as fuck: "Yeah. But like. Him and the little dudes were told muuuhltiple times they could just not partake. Bro.. Timbit is fun!"

Tim, hitting Roy and shoving his vape under the older boy's leg subtly: "I'm fine! I like hanging with the boys!"

Kon is giggling madly, trying to cover his face with his hands, and Bart is still busy staring up at Dick like he's seen a ghost.

Dick, sighing: "Oh for fucks-.... Fine. This one time, because I'm going to be the one in trouble if B finds out that I brought you here and you got high. But if I ever catch you smoking again, I swear to Diana's Lasso I will tell Alfred."

Tim, still a bit too high to really process: "Okay! No biggie, man. You won't see me doing it again."

Dick, shocked that went so well: "Well... Okay. Good... Uhm..."

Roy and Vic look at each other, and then roll their eyes.

Vic: "You want a pre-roll I made earlier?"

Dick:

Vic:

Tim, smirking like a little shit because he knew Dick smoked:

Kon, baffled:

Bart, also baffled:

Roy: "Well?"

Dick: "Fuck it. If Tim's high I think I need to be."