#Red Robin headcanon

[mellotunekitty]

Dating Tim Drake Would Include…

Dragging him by his ankles to go to bed. He does NOT want to sleep EVER. He must work because it distracts him from unwanted thoughts. The only way you can get him to sleep is if you’re there, in bed with him. He needs physical contact to reassure himself that you’re safe.

He knows everything about you. Not because he told you. Most likely he just… figured it out. As a detective, Tim found it very easy to pick up on things you loved, liked, and disliked. You cringed at a certain type of fabric? He’s getting rid of anything he owns with that fabric and replacing those items with the fabric you “ooo’d” at. You glanced at a t-shirt and your face lit up even slightly? You now own that shirt and the matching accessories. 

Tim just likes to dote on you. He doesn’t really like focusing on himself and his problems, so he’ll always try to turn the conversation back onto you. When the conversation swings back to him and stays there, he gives you very little information about what’s actually happening in his head. But, after he sees it’s worrying you, he opens up to reassure you he knows how to handle himself. 

When he comes across a problem he really can’t handle, you’re the first person he goes to. He knows you can see him struggling since you seem to be the only person he can’t hide it from. You’re also the person he trusts the most. He would NEVER tell you his problems if he DIDN’T trust you. 

You also knew he liked you because he’s very upfront about who he does and doesn’t like. If he doesn’t like someone, he makes it extremely obvious. You literally can’t miss it. Just like you can’t miss it if he has a crush on someone. Specifically you. The second he knew he had a crush on you he always tried to hang out with you every chance he got. He always seemed to know your drink order too. And what shows you liked, what music you were into, and everything else about you. He also seemed to show interest in everything you were interested in. 

Hates it when other people flirt with you. He isn’t the jealous type, and he’s very understanding when someone else flirts with you and didn’t know he was your boyfriend because he wasn’t talking to you or wasn’t around you at the moment. But when people straight up ignore the fact that he’s there, holding your hand and kissing your cheek, and flirt with you anyway… good luck to that person. He’s going to be very upfront with that person and tell them what’s up.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hiya I saw your requests were open so I was wondering if we can get a Tim Drake x male reader

The reader is a bigger older guy, like not too older than Tim but reader does have a streak of gray hair due to the stress of taking care of Bruce's dumbass.

Reader is kinda sly and fox like.

Idk why but I can see Tim liking someone older than him

Tim Drake x older male reader

Headcanons

I feel like tumblr has been deleting requests from my inbox, I swear some go missing. This one didn’t though, so here you go.

It’s been a while huh? Who’d have thought getting ready to graduate would be so stressful.

Reader is about Dicks age, so around 26.

You didn’t meet through hero work or anything like that. You were actually the CEO of a larger company called Aces co. It had been in your family for many years, and your father and grandfather had worked with the Waynes.

So, when you took over at 18, you started working with Bruce Wayne, even though you thought him nothing much more than a himbo at the time. Later, when Tim took over, you’d work side by side with the younger man.

One way or another, you learn Bruces secret identity, and soon you end up mixed up in the vibrant and extremely stressful world that is heroes and vigilantes, you’ve lost count how many times you have had to cover for any of the batclan.

You almost burst into tears when you see the first grey hairs appear at your temples. Your father had gone grey much later in life, and here you were, 24 and greying, all because of the bats. Of course, it wasn’t all the bats, running a billion-dollar company was stressful too, but they sure didn’t help.

The media called you the fox prince, because of the sharp look in your eyes and how sly and underhanded you could be, insulting someone straight to their face and they would first realize days later. Or somehow tricking someone into revealing all their secrets to you.

None of the bats can ever seem to reach your level of mingling and information gathering, even Bruce who has been doing it longer than you’ve been alive.

You never become a hero, or a vigilante for that matter, but you do get involved every now and then if needed. You didn’t take over Aces co. for no reason at 18, you have always been a genius, but a sly and cruel one in the eyes of many.

Unlike Bruce, you don’t feel a soul deep duty to save the world and save as many people as possible. You simply do what you can, without putting yourself in too much danger. Which mainly resolves to you gathering too much information, and enough blackmail to have the entire congress of America and the EU buckling under for your whims.

You are an extremely cold and calculated businessman as well, to the point where underhanded companies like Lexcorps won’t work with you because they know you’ll rip them apart and leave them with nothing.

It was your cruel but very effective business methods that drew Tim to you, especially when it turned out you were a lot more friendly behind closed doors. He did get to hear you complain about him and his family a lot, and it gave him a good laugh to see Bruce open a bill for your hair treatments to get rid of your greys.

The alliance between Wayne enterprises and Aces Co. only grows stronger between you two, and you end up closer to Tim than you’ve been any other bat, even Dick, despite the fact that you two are the same age and have been around each other the longest.

It ends with you going out of your way to score the best deals for (Tim) Wayne Enterprises, and Tim finds ways to benefit (you) Aces Co. Its like flirting and foreplay at the same time between very powerful rich businessmen.

For some reason I can imagine most of the batfam is shocked when Tim and you started dating, whilst some of them aren’t surprised at all. Bruce is uncomfortable in the beginning that one of his former business partners is dating his son, until someone (most likely Jason) points out that you aren’t even 30 yet and took over your company the moment you turned 18.

Your relationship is kept a secret for the media, mainly to keep the drama and paparazzi away. You aren’t a very publicly affectionate person, and Tim doesn’t really like mingling with the media if he doesn’t have too, so it’s a win-win.

The two of you don’t go out of your way to be super secretive though, you just aren’t all lovey dovey all over each other. Some people may notice you getting a lot crueler and colder to those trying to cross Wayne Enterprises, and Tim striking down hard on anyone who tries Aces Co.

It’s assumed it’s just cuz you two are both young CEOs who are trying to strengthen the relationship between your companies. All your mutual friends and families knows its cuz you are both protective and a little possessive.

You are most likely the one in the relationship with the most experience since Tim has spent most of his time being a vigilante, so you’ll have to guide him in the beginning. He’s a great and enthusiastic learner though, so Tim probably ends up doing all kinds of research.

He lovingly calls you his old man, or jokingly calls you a cradle-snatcher, since you look older than you actually are cuz of your greys. It probably causes some drama online when your relationship finally gets out, until people are like “He’s literally only 26, he’s just greying early”.

Tim will comfort you when you end up with your face in your hands because of those comments, weeping for your once beautiful and not grey streaked hair. He loves it though, and always tells you.

You tell Tim he likes it cuz of his daddy issues, and he ends up being all “maybe so”. Doesn’t stop him from loving it though, or loving to see that foxlike glint appear in your eyes when you are about to strike on a deal.

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

imagine the batfam keeping tim’s immunocompromised ass on lock down during covid. like bro was not allowed outside. i just know he was pissed.

[planetwaynez]

HI BESTIES!

Thought of the day is a special one, since is my boys Timothy's birthday!

So here it is

Tim is not a fan of his birthday, however, since you got into his life he started to actually enjoy the day bc you always do something special to him. You always keep it a secret what will be, he always finds out but doesn't say anything, he thinks it's beautiful to see your happiness thinking you surprised him. On the other hand, you love seeing his fake surprised face to make you happy.

[basicallyredrobin]

Realistically, Tim Drake would most likely drink energy drinks.

Also before anyone tries to come at me, this is just for fun, I dont care if people hc that Tim Drake has a coffee problem, I find it funny.

Why? Mostly because Tim Drake is rarely see in canon drinking coffee.

He asks for caffeine, not coffee, so he probably has a caffeine addiction, rather than a coffee addiction.

And in canon, his soft drink of choice is Zesti Cola, which, as its a soft drink, is probably sweet.

So, he would probably prefer sweeter drinks.

ALSO, energy drinks tend to have more caffeine than coffee in 1 serving, so, if we're saying he drinks coffee to stay awake, it would make more sense for him to drink energy drinks, which would provide more of a kick in a similar serving.

[jasonsthunderthighs]

DC Headcanon:

Tim sleeps with his hoodie on and over his head. Jason sees a sleepin Tim with his hood over his head, quietly goin up to him to grab the drawstrings and quickly pull on ‘em to close the hoodie over Tim. Immediately wakin him up from the sudden action, whilst Jason starts laughin at the poor confused and sleep deprived boy.

[butwhyduh]

Batboys at the gym

Fav workout place

Bruce and Damian: the cave. Easy discreet

Dick: anywhere that has trapeze equipment and no cameras

Jason: the sketchiest old school gym where half the members are 75yo and the other half are in the mob

Tim: the gym in his penthouse he designed himself

Fav workout style

Dick: any based on flexibility and agility so gymnastics and acrobatics

Bruce: martial art styles we’ve never heard of

Jason: sparring in a bastardized version of the various fighting styles he learned

Tim: tactical agility

Damian: you know that video of the guy on the stationary bike with a sword?…

Things they do between sets

Dick: jams and dances to music to stay warm

Bruce: some crazy shit like burpees between sets

Jason: sits and stares at the machine he’s gonna use next like a predator at prey

Damian: meditates but will seem to stare at you if you’re in his sight

Tim: checks emails and texts. Has fallen asleep before

[waluigis-837th-testicle]

tim drake has committed the entirety of Gorillaz lore to memory and follows theories about their next moves avidly on twitter and reddit.

yes he will wax poetic about it if given the chance.

yes he will try to bring it up in tense moments as a way to cut the tension.

he's neurodivergent and trying his best

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake × Latina!Fem!reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

Author's Note: So, It is my first work here on Tumblr and just to warn you guys... English isn't my first language, I'm looking foward to improve, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes. (By the way, I'm posting on Ao3 as well, however, there the story is already a few chapters ahead. Depending on the reception, I'll post them here too). Anyway, thank you for reading :)

Warnings: Blood depiction, mentions of past domestic abuse, knifes, needles, etc.

Wordcount: 3788 words

Chapter 1: Patching up and Making out

You were convinced Gotham City deserved the award of worst climate ever. Having lived most of your life here, you were used to it, but some days, like today, it was simply unbearable. The raindrops hit your window like bullets and the noise was such you simply couldn't sleep. Well, you weren't going to school until the cut on your cheek and your black eye healed, or at least were healed enough for you to be able of hiding it with makeup.

Since you couldn't sleep and you didn't want to think about the person who did this to you, you decided to study. The only way to not fall behind your academic nemesis, that smart ass of a playboy called Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne. As you sat by your desk and opened the chemystry book, you sighed. It was going to be a long week.

Around 4 a.m., you heard a bang coming from outside your house, like something falling hard and knoking over the rubbish bins. You froze. Couldn't it be… he, or could it? Your relatives had run after him, beated his ass him and threatened that if he ever came close to you again, they would end him. But men like him always have to throw the last punch. You took a deep breath and decided to got downstairs and end this yourself. You didn't want to live in fear anymore.

As you got to the kitchen, you picked a knife at the cutlery on the worktop and looked through the little window on the door. And as you prepared yourself to open it abruptedly and stab him, you heard a groan. He would never groan like this. When he was hurt, he never made a noise. Carefully, you opened the door and looked side to side, only to see a boy, around your age, hurt and bleeding, leaning on the wall beside the rubbish bins. You took a better look. He wasn't any boy. He was Red Fucking Robin.

— Uh… — He groaned, pressuring his stomach, that was bleeding. Then his head turned to you and his eyes widened — Great, Robin, being shot wasn't enough, you had to be seen by a civilian.

You left the knife at the worktop and came back to find him trying to tand up alone. You helped him and started to conduce him inside your house.

— Miss, i believe the exit is to the other side.

— If you really think I'm letting you go back to whatever fight you came from like this, you're very wrong — You said and he laughed, what he immediatedly regreted — Lets avoid laughs for now, ok?

He nodded.

You left him on the sofa and rushed to the kitchen again to fetch the first aids kit your mother, a nurse, taught you to use. You ran back to the living room just to find him groaning in frustration while trying to make the scanner in his arm work. He was bleeding in the sofa, soaked in water. How the hell were you going to explain it to your parents? It doesn't matter now.

— Do you even know how to use this? — He asked as you opened the kit.

— Do you know how to shut up?

— Fine.

— Take off your shirt — You said and he froze — Or you rather chocke to death on your own blood?

— I can't believe I'm being bossed around by a civilian — He said, stending up and starting to take his armor off.

— Yeah, and i can't believe I'm patching a superhero up, but here we are.

— Vigilante, actually.

— You're really annoying. Remind me imensively someone i hate — You said while selecting the things you would use on him.

He sighed and held out his hand to you. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

— I'm Red Robin. Pleasure to meet you, thank you in advance for patching me up — He said. You took his hand.

— I'm Y/N — You started — No problem. Let me help you with this.

— They're quite heavy — He said while you held his armor so he could get out of it.

— I'm not afraid of hard work.

You leaned his armor on a armchair and he was left only with the sluttiest thing a man could wear, a very tight black t-shirt, and a mask. You helped him to take the shirt off and had to hold yourself to not express any amazement for his impeccable physic.

— Right, seat again — You said and he obbeyed. You kneeled and came closer so you could inspect his wound, what seemed to make him very unconfortable, but you honestly couldn't care less, he was bleeding on your mother's sofa. It was close to his lower stomach, close to his v line and very close to his very distracting abs. You avaliated the wound the best you could — So, good news, you wont die, bad news, you'll need stitches.

— Do you know how to sew flesh? — He asked, you nodded.

— But i'm not good at it and i don't want you screaming so my neighbors think someone is been murdered at my house.

— I have a high pain tolerance. Give it a go — He said and you nodded.

First you dipped a cotton pad in an antiseptic solution and then brought it close to the wound, making him shiver in pain and lean his head back against the backrest of the sofa. If this wasn't a dangerous situation, you wouldn't have scolded yourself for thinking he was cute like that.

— I'm sorry, I know it hurts — You said as you cleaned the area. He looked down to you and for a second your eyes locked together, but you weren't going to interupt the work. — Stupid coment, i know. You must be used to it.

— Happily, i'm not as used as you may think — He said with a grin — So… are you on nurse school or something?

You laughed.

— Do I look like a nurse?

— You're angry like one.

— No. I'm still a highschooler. Going to my Junior year — You said as you continued to clean the wound — My mother is a nurse. She taught me a thing or two.

— I hope you don't have to use these abiities frequently — He said, flexing his arms behind his head.

— Well, it's not everyday you have a bleeding vigilante to practice on — You joked and he laughed. Changing the cotton pad, he shivered under your touch. — Sorry.

— Can I ask you something?

— You're already asking.

— I hope i'm not intruding, but…

— You want to know about my black eye. don't you? — He nodded. You sighed — I ended a relationship a while ago. My ex wasn't… well, he didn't wanted it to end, so he did this to me.

— I'm very sorry — He said after a while — This shouldn't have happened to you.

— It shouldn't happen to anyone — You stated — Thank you.

— So… i bet people wanted to know what happened, at your school. I would, if one of my classmates appeared to class with a blackeye and a cut on the cheek.

— Then you're a better man then most — You said, smiling saddly at him — But since it happened I'm not going to school. I study at a school filled with rich kids. Gossip spread faster there than lice at a nursery. And I'm a scholarship holder, so i can't really let people gossip about me.

— I see… Well, i hope things get better to you soon.

— They will. Thank you. I'm going to start stitching you now. Try to stay still.

— Sorry to interupt — Your mother said, arms crossed, standing in front of the stairs. The blood left your and Red Robin's face — Why is my daugther kneeled in front of a shirtless man on my living room?

— Mom, i can explain — You said, standing up.

— Oh, i hope you can. Why is he wearing a mask? — She asked, getting closer to you guys — Oh, he's bleeding.

— Hello, Mrs — He said — I would stand, but your daughter just put a needle through my skin.

— You're one of them, aren't you?

— Yes, Mrs — He said. Your mother signed for you to give her your position and asked you to get some more supplies.

She being there ended up being great, since she did in 10 minutes what would take you a whole hour.

— Can I ask you some questions, Mr. Red Robin? — She asked while she bandaged him up.

— Of course, Mrs. Y/L/N.

— How old is Nightwing?

— Mom! — You exclaimed. Your mother was saved by Nightwing once and since then, she couldn't stop telling you how he was the son in law she asked to God.

Red Robin laughed a little, already feeling better, both by the care and good humor of your mother.

— I cannot give out personal information of teammates, but he is around six years older than your daugther — He said.

— A shame — Your mother, that wasn't a big supporter of relationships with age gaps, said — I was hoping to have him as my son in law, one day.

— Well, there's always Red Hood. He is not much older than your daughter.

— No, he is too agressive — She said with a annoyed expression — I've been taking care of some men that he sent to the hospital. If he had killed them it would've been better. This family has had enough of agressive men already.

— I assure you, ma'am, he wouldn't touch a woman to hurt her. Well, maybe if she was a villain and tried to kill him first, but he is not agressive towards women at all. Batman would never allow that.

— Still. He makes my work very difficulf, I couldn't trat him like a mother in law should. How about you, dear? How old are you?

— Mom, thats enough! — You exclaimed, embarassed.

Red Robin bursted into laugher and you had to cover his mouth with your hand so he wouldn't wake your father. Though you doubted anything could awake him now.

— I'm just trying to help, Y/N. You have dreadful taste in men.

— I'd love to date your daughter, Mrs. Y/L/N — He said and your eyes widened as your face turned red — But it wouldn't really fit my lifestyle. Nor the lifestyle of my teammates. It's better if she find a good man that don't try to do justice with his own hands.

— Well, i tried — She said, standing up — I'm going to bed now. Do you need us to call you a cab or something…? I don't know how you bats move around.

— No need, ma'am. I'll ask Nightwing to fetch me. Thank you, for everything — He said and your mother smiled and went upstairs.

You sat by his side.

— I'm very sorry. Forget everything she said. She's crazy — You said, trying to hide your face on your hands.

— No, you have nothing to feel sorry about. She's a really nice lady — He said, smiling — Shouldn't you go to bed? It's almost 04:30.

— And leave you here, knowing damn well that you're stubborn and would try to get away alone? — You asked, laughing — No way. Besides, this is a latino household. Here we wait for people to get in cars before going away. And I don't fell sleepy rich now

— Ok, ok Miss Y/L/N.

Seated beside one another, with thighs and arms touching lightly, you chatted in low voice. He was very curious about you, and kept asking many questions, only asking that, in return, you didn't ask him anything too personal, since that, because of the medication, he would be an easier target. He asked about what you wanted to become after school, what was your favorite color, favorite school subject, your favorite food, if you had any pets, etc. Even the harsh themes, like politics, were an easy topic with him.

— Honestly, I don't understand how someone can treat you badly — He said with his arms crosses above his ches and his head resting on the backrest, just like you — You're such a nice girl.

— You said I was angry.

— Well, i have this theory, my siblings hate it. I think people are like onions — He started, eyes wide and childish smile. What a handsome smile — You have to peel them to really know them.

— It's a good theory — You said, thoughtful — But how can we know when we've peeled enough to know that's not worth it?

— You say it because of your ex? — He asked.

You thought for a while, the nodded.

— But not only because of him — You said — Well, I guess that in his case it was kind of my fault.

— Hey, don't say that. The guy was an asshole, that's nothing to do with you.

— I know that — You said — I guess what I'm trying to say is that, from the very beginning, after one or two layers, I realized he wasn't actually sweet or caring or peaceful. I knew he was agressive when he first raise his voice and told me to shut up. But something inside of me say “Nah, whatever it's wrong with him, we can fix it”. It wasn't that deep in our relationship when he was an asshole towards me for the first time, I could have abandoned the ship, but I didn't.

— You know… — He started — I know a woman that has been through the same thing. Except she knew from the very beginning that he was agressive. Even before getting close with him. And she is such an smart woman, like, she is a fucking psychiatrist. That's such a difficult major… She was abused in their relationship for years, but she managed to get out. She told me that it's common that victims of domestic abuse feel kinda… Paralized, you know? Kinds numb. And the abusers, these motherfuckers are great manipulators. It wasn't your fault. Believe me. What happened was everything but your fault.

— Thank you. It means a lot to me — You said, really thinking about what he said — But I should've guessed. Even his kisses were rough. Not in the good way, obviously.

— You said not only because of him… There's someone else treating you badly?

— What you gonna do? Spank them? — You asked and you both laughed. After some time, you said — There's this boy on my class, I bet the motherfucker is happy as fuck that I'm missing class, that's the only way he can get better grades than mine anyway.

He laughed and you covered his mouth.

— Control your tone of voice, mister! — You exclaimed in a whisper — My father isn't as nice as my mother, and I warrant you, he would not be pleased to se his little girl seated beside a shirtless man.

— I'm sorry — He said with his muffled voice — If you help me, I can put my shirt back on.

— No, I'm enjoing the view.

— Good to know — He said with a smirk on his face — So, about this boy. Are you guys in some kind of competition? What did he do for you to hate him?

You reflected for some seconds.

— He never did anything directly to affect me — You started — But he thinks he is better than everyone else, so i made it my personal mission to prove him wrong.

— How do you know? He said he thinks he is better?

— No, but it's not hard to read that motherfucker's face. That stupid little grin of his. The thing's i'd do to wash that grin off of his face — You said, feeling your heart beat faster. You hated the effect Tim Drake had on you — He looks at me like i'm some kind of exotic bird, like he never saw someone like me in such a expensive school. I don't know, maybe he is just elitist and i created this competition on my head.

— I bet he doesn't mean it.

— You don't know him. He is insufferable — You comented, playing with the ends of your hair — But it's a fair match. He is probably the only one with intelectual resources to defy me academically. And at least his stupid face keeps me inspired to study more and beat his ass.

Red Robin laughed silently.

— You're so funny.

— If I didn't know better i'd say you're hitting on me.

— Well, i don't know if we are ever going to meet again, gotta shoot my shot — He said with a pretty smile on his face and you chuckled. Vigilantes were such charming people.

— A shame, i'm not that easy — You replied, slightly leaning toward him.

— I'll have to work harder next time we see each other, then — He said, approximating his face to yours.

— I thought you said our next encounter wasn't guaranteed.

— It isn't, but I guess I'll look around next time i appear, to see if you're nearby. Of course I'd rather you to stay out of trouble — He said, puting a lock of your hair behind your ear — And I hope I'm not covered in blood next time we meet.

— I hope for it too — You said — Though i wouldn't complain about your shirtless state.

— I wouldn't mind being shirtless around you — He said and then the screen he had on his bracelet ringed, like a notification, making you guys move apart — Nightwing is coming to pick me up — He said with a sad smile on his face.

— Wow, better than an uber — You said, getting up — Let's get you dressed, then.

You helped him to get dressed while you chatted for a little while, always sharing smiles and laughs. A shame such a nice guy couldn't share his identity. Of course, you didn't feel ready for whatever that was going with the both of you, definitely there was something going on, but you wouldn't mind getting to know him better. To "peel" his layers like an onion. You sat by his side again, to wait for Nightwing to arive.

— Can I kiss you goodbye? — He asked in a whisper, after some silent time.

Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. You didn't know what to say. So he felt it too?

— I… don't know if it's a good idea — You said, trying not to blush.

— It's okay if you don't want to, I just wanted to thank you in some way and in the comics, the characters… — He said, probably more nervous than you, scratching the back of his neck — You know what, nevermind, it's stupid.

— You know what? — You said , turning your face to him, that looked at you, confused. Or maybe he was something else. It was hard to differentiate behind the white lenses — I think i deserve a kiss that's not filled with rage.

He smiled.

— I bet you do — He said.

His hands cupped your face gently, smoothly in a way you've never felt before. With an amazing smile, he approached your face and brushed your lips to his, lightly, and then, he kissed you. He was the right amout of gentlemanness and the right amount of roughness, his thumbs lightly caressed your cheeks and you could almost feel the heat coming from his body. Shyly, your hands got to his neck and his hair. Everything about this man was soft and sweet, and for someone that only had known bitter and sharp, it was something dangerous, something to what you could easily become an addict.

— You can slow down if you want to — He said, between kisses.

— I'm sorry — You said, trying to be more restrained, less eager for him — It's the only way I know.

— Good that Nightwing is 15 minutes distant, then — He said, smiling before kissing you again.

It was supposed to be only one kiss, but you don't know how many kisses you've shared with him. Who was counting, anyway? In a certain way, it was also incredbly romantic. His gentle grip on your hair, the way he caressed your cheeks. Everything was so fucking perfect you hoped it never ended, but good things never last. Nightwing arived shortly after and you just knew because of the knocking on the kitchen door, that broke the kiss.

— It's him — He said, still holding you face — I gotta go.

You helped him stand and leaded him to the kitchen door, where he stopped and left a quick kiss on your lips before you open the door.

— Thank you for patching him up — Nightwing said as you helped Red Robin out.

— Oh, you're welcome — You said, a little blushed, and Nightwing seemed to percieve that — Anyway, he probably should be checked by a doctor or something, so you guys can be sure he'll heal correctly.

— Don't worry, young lady — The older man said with an amazing smile. Damn, every vigilante had to have a million dollar smile? Was it like a condition to wear a mask and throw some punches around? — We will take good care of him.

— Good bye, Y/N — Red Robin said, sad smile on his face. The sun started to rise on the horizon, but it was too dark for you to really see most of his features.

— Bye — You said, watching him walk away — It was a pleasure to meet you.

— It was a pleasure to kiss you — He said with a wink and you slapped your face lightly.

You wouldn't be surprised to wake up on your bed right now, but it wasn't the case. The rain had stopped, the sun was rising and you didn't felt afraid anymore. This day was getting impressively good.

***

You spent the rest of the week thinking about that kiss, what was good. It made you realize that there are actually good people out there, that wont treat their partners as shit. When you got back to school, Alysane Lewis, your best friend, approached you happily to update you on the news they haven't told you by message yet. Apparently, not much after you got "chickenpox" as said in the medical certificate your mother got from a friend at the hospital, your nemesis got appendicites and had to have surgery and was resting at home and shouldn't return to the classes utill next week. Besides not being happy about Drake's illness, you were reliefd. It meant you had time to recover from your abscence without his arrogant presence and annoying smirk.

— Aly, i've got to tell you something — You said during luch break. They looked at you with suspicion in their eyes — I didn't tell you before because i wanted to see your reaction.

— Just tell me, don't play with my heart! — Aly said, already excited.

— You wont believe who kissed me somedays ago.

— Who? It wasn't that douchbag you call your ex, right?

— No, I'll never even share oxygen with him again — You said — It was Red Robin.

— Shut up!

— I'm serious! — You exclaimed, laughing.

— Tell me everything about it. I'll know if you're lying!

— Well, I got nothing to worry about, because it isn't a lie.

[thesmollestsnek]

I’ve seen a lot of fics n headcanons where Dick Grayson has adhd, and I see you. But also. Consider: Tim Drake having (undiagnosed) adhd. As a certified adhd bitch myself, I have A Lot to say about this, so more under the cut.

Before we get into it, just a quick disclaimer: pretty much all of my dc knowledge is from fandom osmosis, so. If you see something that’s ooc or contradicts canon no you didn’t. Now with that out of the way, on to the main event!

Okay, so! First of all, let’s start at the very beginning. That’s right, I’m talking about Tim Drake’s “night photography”! Now I’m not gonna say neurotypical kids don’t get up to some dumb ass shit when left unsupervised for long periods of time, because they absolutely do. But. The complete disregard for the many, many dangers a young child alone in Gotham at night would face is still notable. And he doesn’t just ignore danger - he runs straight at it. That shows an impressive lack of impulse control, and inability to factor future consequences into current decisions, both of which are hallmarks of adhd. Plus, hyperfixation kinda… changes? How you perceive things. So if Tim was hyperfixated on getting the perfect shot whenever a major crime/fight happened near him, he may not have processed that he was danger at all during the part most likely to scare a neurotypical child away.

Next, we have the coffee. Yes, I know the coffee thing is super overblown by the fandom and not really supported by canon but ssshshhhhhh my world my rules Tim drinks lots of coffee. Now, this one’s kinda obvious, but caffeine is a stimulant and surprise surprise so are most adhd meds. I have seen firsthand how ppl with undiagnosed adhd will mainline caffeine as a form of self medication, whether they’re aware of it or not. Some people use soda or energy drinks, but coffee’s also a really popular choice for this kinda thing. So not only is it completely plausible for someone with undiagnosed adhd to self medicate by drinking a shitton of coffee, it’s extremely common.

Next up! We have the insomnia. Which, again, I think might be played up a lot in fic? But this is my world and you’re reading in it, so. Tim’s an insomniac. This is one of the less well known symptoms of adhd, but again I speak from firsthand experience when I say it’s a big one. Insomnia is extremely common among ppl with adhd, for a couple reasons. One is time blindness, which I’ll come back to in the next point. But also? It’s just really hard to turn your brain off. And if a large portion of Tim’s brain space is being devoted to casework, guess what. That inability to turn one’s brain off will manifest as late night case solving blitzes. Not to mention that hyperfixation, again, changes the way you perceive things. When I hyperfixate on something I often lose hours at a time, and bodily needs like hunger, tiredness, the bathroom, etc aren’t just unimportant they straight up don’t register. With the number of times I’ve come out of a hyperfocus to realize that I have a dehydration headache that’s been brewing for at least an hour, or have completely skipped a major meal, or desperately need to pee, I can 100% believe Tim not noticing any sleep deprivation symptoms until he’s finished whatever he was working on. And I, again, speak from experience when I say that if you happen to hyperfixate at something at the wrong time of night you will be staying up way later than is reasonable. Which brings me to my next point of…

Time blindness! My most favoritist thing in the whole wide world! (/sarcasm) This shit can and absolutely will fuck up your ability to be a functioning human if you let it. Having no internal clock causes more problems than the obvious losing track of time. It means your appetite is sporadic at best and you could very easily forget to eat. It means your sleep schedule has a tendency to just disintegrate if you don’t keep on it. It means being completely dependent on external clocks to know how long things are/should be taking, even for stupid shit like cooking food or brushing your teeth. It means that if you don’t set an alarm for something there is a very real possibility that something isn’t happening no matter how much you want or need it to. In short, it completely fucks up your ability to care for yourself without a lot of external regimented support. Now, who does that remind you of? Which member of the batfamily is known for neglecting his own health? I may not read many comics but the sheer number of “Tim Drake subsists solely on coffee and spite” jokes on ao3 and tumblr is very telling.

His brains. Tim is very, very smart. Have you ever heard the phrase “twice exceptional?” It describes Tim Drake to a t. Plus, I’m living proof of how you can be both smart of brain and dumb of ass. This may be more of a “my family who just so happens to consist entirely of twice exceptional adhd dumbasses” thing than something most ppl with adhd experience, but. You can be really smart and incredible at putting together complex plans, both ahead of time and on the fly, and still have. No common sense whatsoever. Which seems to be a lot of Tim’s characterization: incredibly smart while simultaneously being a complete dumbass. So make of that what you will.

And most compellingly? I think it’s funny. This kid is brothers with Dick Grayson and best friends with Bart Allen and especially next to those two people would never expect Tim to be the one with the quote unquote “cant sit still disorder”. Yknow what? Let’s take this a step further. Let’s make Bart autistic. (I don’t know enough about the flash family to say how accurate this is but for the sake of the joke let’s say he is). People see Impulse standing next to Red Robin and they think they know which one is adhd and which is autistic and they are Wrong. Tim n Bart are Completely unaware of this but the rest of their team finds it hilarious. There’s probably at least one running joke about it.

[niphredil-14]

What about Tim Drake x Reader where the reader is like catwomans sidekick but they have to work together?

Hi, I decided to do this in hc/bullet form, hope that's ok c:

first and foremost, I think it's worth pointing out that I think if you were catwoman's sidekick, while you would team up with the batboys often, it probably wouldn't be as often as you think.

When you did team up, however, I think Tim's willingness to have your help would vary depending on how well the two of you knew one another. If you two were close, then I think he would make for a great partner, sharing info, backing you up, taking your suggestions more easily. If you weren't too close, I think he would still cooperate, at least to some degree, but I think he would be unnecessarily wary, and wouldn't trust you until you proved yourself to him. If you two did know each other, but didn't get along, or more actively disliked each other, then I think he would go just enough out of his way to be a pain for it to be worth the effort without getting in his own way too much, there would be petty comments and snide insults and taunts thrown your way, and he would try his best to complete the mission on his own.

I think that over time, even if you two didn't start off being the best of friends, that he would grow on you, and you would grow on him.

[beangirl73047]

Nickname Headcannons: Batfam addition

Nightwing

The batfam calls him N or NW sometimes, they also call him North or Northwest sometimes too

Red Hood

The batfam and Gotham associates call him hood or Red Hood but not red because of Red Robin

Red Robin

Everyone calls him red, RR or Red Robin but no one calls him Robin. He’s also called replacement by Red Hood but no one else calls him this.

Robin (Damian)

Stabby child, tiny, baby Robin, baby bird, and every other version of small or child. He calls himself the blood son but it hasn’t caught on. I wonder why? ;)

Spoiler

Purple Waffle Glitter Monster is what she wants to be called. Everyone else just calls her Steph or Spoiler.

Black Bat

She’s very confused why people call her “Jesus Christ” whenever she shows up unexpectedly. She likes being called Cass though or BB.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 7

Tim Drake + armpits and wrestling

Been very busy today, so I haven’t really had time to write, so enjoy a shorter work.

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Sparring was a great way to calm down from a long day, or maybe that’s just the bat training talking. Tim thrived in stressful and chaotic situations, he struggled to spend longer periods of time just sitting around, with nothing to focus on. It was great that you, his boyfriend, liked sparring too. Both being heroes meant you never really got to rest, but this was close enough. it wasn’t true sparring, what you were doing. Too many loose grapples and legholds, there wasn’t true intent behind it, it was more simply play wrestling to take the edge off. You were both physically bigger and stronger than Tim, so he didn’t mind too much that he regularly ended up on the bottom, or trapped in your grapple. Feeling your arm hook around his neck from behind, your legs pinning his own as he was pulled against your torso, his hips bucking and arms pulling to try and get free. You both knew he could get out if he wanted too, but neither of you wanted that right now. Being so close and panting in each other’s ears was more attractive. It didn’t help but in Tims case that you had worn a tight tanktop, one that clung to your muscular torso, with an armhole big enough to give a peek of your pecs. But most importantly, an armhole big enough for Tim to catch a continuous glimpse of your pits. He knew you had worn it on purpose, knowing it would distract him after you guys hadn’t gotten to do more than give a kiss in passing for a week. Tim could only groan as you changed your grapple, pulling his head back and adjusting your position. It wasn’t a real wrestling move, but few used during this so-called spar were. Tims eyes halfway rolled back for a second as he found his face pressed into the crease of your arm and torso, your grapple just pulling him deep as he shook his head from side to side, trying to bury himself in this sinful place. He could barely pay attention to the way you cooed at him, or how you changed the position you were in, to a more comfortable one. One that wasn’t messing up his neck as much, but kept him tucked in there just as well. Times like this had you just leaning back and relaxing, letting your boyfriend indulge in one of the things that had him going the wildest. You barely needed to do anything but hold him there, your lips pursing a little in entertainment as you watched Tims buck and flex, his hard-on a waving flag in his shorts as his hands grabbed at your arm, trying to somehow bury himself deeper. You weren’t hard, but you at least felt hot under the collar at how effected your lover was. Watching him cum made you thank whatever deities made him wear his grey shorts today, the wet stain growing and leaking through the thin but study fabric, as he gasped and huffed against your pit. Some half-formed praise was mumbled by you, as you let Tim shake through it, before finally lifting your arm and freeing him from his humid sweaty prison. His face was a mess, but he was smiling in that dumb way he did when you knew his brain wasn’t completely onboard yet. When his face was like that you didn’t want to kiss him, so instead you just kissed the top of his head and pulled him up, carrying him towards where you had stocked up on wipes, waters, and snacks. You two could shower when Tim was able to stand on his own.

[planetwaynez]

Thought of the day: Studying in the same room as Tim while he tries to solve a case. It's silent, cozy and both of you feel comfortable together.

[incorrectbatfam]

The only acceptable trans Tim headcanon would be Tim introducing himself to the batfam as a boy from the get-go with such confidence that no one questions him. Then, his first solo case as Robin is investigating the disappearance of Jack and Janet Drake's "daughter," so he pretends to have a twin sister by forging a bunch of documents and photoshopping family pictures. He then fabricates evidence of her death, committing multiple crimes in the process, and holds a fake funeral at the end. Because if his previous name is dead to him, he's gonna kill it the Tim Drake way

[damianwaynerocks]

saw someone say months ago that the best cover story for jason coming back to life in the public eye is to say he was in witness protection. and i agree with that! but id like to add: jason would make a public statement saying that the reason he was in witness protection is “i saw joker kill robin”