#Tim is such a simp

[gasps-inspanish]

Snippet From: Strawberry Milkshake - Directors Cut. A text chat that happens during the chapter that I can’t format how I want but oh well

The Losers + Cassie

SassyCassy: I FORGOT TO DO MY MATH HW SOME HELP

TimothyJacksonDrake: Ask cissie she probably did it

TimothyJacksonDrake: My name?

TimothyJacksonDrake: I will take back mod privileges

SassyCassy: shhhhhh

SassyCassy: ur no fun

SassyCassy: but like im havin a crisis so let’s get back to that

TimothyJacksonDrake: ofc mb

SassyCassy: WE TAKE DIFFERENT MATHS

SassyCassy: TIMMY PLS

TimothyJacksonDrake: srry I don’t have time to sit and do it

SassyCassy: NOOOOOO

FstrthnKon: ican help u :)

SassyCassy: YAY BART I LOVE YOU

FstrthnKon: 4a price :))))))

SassyCassy: ily just a bit less but okay

FstrthnKon: I wan 10$ and b mod 4 day

TimothyJacksonDrake: I’ll send u 100$ and u won’t be mod

FstrthnKon: fineiguess:/

SassyCassy: YAY ILL SEND IT THANK BART THANKS TIMMY

SassyCassy sent a photo

TimothyJacksonDrake: oh algebra 2 thats easy

SassyCassy: :(((((

FstrthnKon sent a photo

SassyCassy: Damn that was fast thx Bart

FstrthnKon: Ilveitwhen t uses to mny 0s

TimothyJacksonDrake: Kon u okay?

TimothyJacksonDrake: ur not active

PrettiestPrincess: I’m fine just suffering

TimothyJacksonDrake: u need to video chat?

SassyCassy: OH SO U CAN VC KON BUT U CANT HELP ME WITH MY MATH

SassyCassy: THATS APPARENTLY SO EASY

TimothyJacksonDrake: yeah

SassyCassy changed TimothyJacksonDrake’s name to #1KonSimp

#1KonSimp: :(((((

PrettiestPrincess: its fine its wtvr

SassyCassy: do i need to punch someone?

FstrthnKon: ily ��

#1KonSimp changed FstrthnKon’s name to #2KonSimp

#1KonSimp changed SassyCassy’s name to AnotherKonSimp!

#1KonSimp changed the chat name to The Kon Simps and Kon!

#1KonSimp: fixed it

AnotherKonSimp!: I forgot the pwr u hold

#2KonSimp: illdoanuthing 4ubabe

#1KonSimp: I’ll do ur homework tonight if u want

#2KonSimp: me2! 4free!

AnotherKonSimp!: TRAITORS

AnotherKonSimp!: I won’t do ur homework bc I suck at that but I can tell u all my school drama. We can be cheese possas like u and Jaime!

PrettiestPrincess: thx guys 🥺 g2g class is starting

[littlelightfish]

This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.

Idk, I love this man so much...

[honeyuuyuu]

time for some dc heehee content

Instagram  ✎  Devianart  ✎ Reblogs help! ^^

[zhelin-thames]

Danny as a popular ghost-hunting streamer and Tim as his (secretly smitten) tech-savvy boyfriend

Danny: Soooo, how did the new setup look on stream? 👀 Tim: Flawless. Your transitions are smoother than Nightwing on a trapeze. Danny: Thanks! …Wait, was that a compliment or shade at Dick? Tim: Yes.

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Danny: Dude, someone in the chat said my ghost puns are cringe. Tim: They’re right. Danny: Rude. I thought you loved me for my humor. Tim: I love you despite your humor. Big difference.

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[Group Chat: "BatFam + Phantom"]

Dick: Wait, Danny’s a streamer? Like… famous famous? Danny: Yeah, just hit 1M subs last week! 😎 Jason: How do you even ghost hunt on stream? Danny: I vibe with the ghosts. Sometimes literally. Tim: [uploads spreadsheet of Danny’s analytics] His audience engagement rate is 37%. Insane. Damian: You’re dating a YouTuber. Have you no dignity? Tim: Says the kid with a secret animal rescue TikTok. Damian: …

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[Danny streaming with Tim in the background]

Danny: Alright chat, today we’re exploring an abandoned warehouse! Should be super haunted. Tim (off-camera): Or just structurally unsafe. Danny: …Ignore my very responsible boyfriend. We’re doing this. Chat: WE LOVE TIM!!! Danny: I thought this was my stream. 😒

Tim: I saw you fell through a floor last stream. Care to explain? Danny: Ghost-proof floors aren’t a thing, babe. Tim: And neither is common sense, apparently.

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[Chat watching a rare collab stream]

Danny: Okay, Tim is joining us for this stream because chat kept asking! Chat: TIMMMMM!!! 🥰🥰🥰 Danny: What the heck, I’m literally right here. Tim: [flawlessly hacks into ghost-detection software on stream] Chat: TIM IS THE BEST. 😍 Danny: I can literally fly.

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake’s Worst Nightmare: Ra’s al Ghul’s Matchmaking Skills

It started with a mission.

Tim hadn’t expected to be sent after a new ghost anomaly, much less one that was human-shaped and strangely familiar. But when he found himself face-to-face with Danny—a teenager who radiated Lazarus energy like it was his second skin—things got weird. Fast.

Cue the League of Assassins bursting onto the scene, followed by a dramatic entrance from none other than Ra’s al Ghul himself.

And that’s when Tim learned the big, world-shattering truth: Danny was Ra’s al Ghul’s son. Not adopted. Biological.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Tim stood, slack-jawed, watching Ra’s beam with the kind of pride usually reserved for conquering cities. Danny, standing awkwardly next to him, scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, so, uh… surprise?” Danny offered.

Ra’s spread his arms wide. “Timothy! This is a joyous day. My son, Daniel, has found you at last.”

Tim blinked. “Found me?”

Danny shuffled nervously. “Uh, yeah. You’re kind of… important to the family now.”

Tim’s brain short-circuited.

———

The Heir Situation

Because here’s the kicker: Ra’s had been trying to get Tim to join the League for years. He saw Tim as a potential heir. But now, with Danny in the picture, Ra’s had an even better idea.

“Through Daniel,” Ra’s explained, practically glowing, “I can finally bring you into the family as I always intended.”

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am not marrying into the League of Assassins.”

Danny choked. “Wait, what?!”

Ra’s nodded sagely. “I see you are both shy about it. No matter! Destiny has a way of unfolding as it should.”

Tim and Danny exchanged horrified glances.

———

Danny and Tim’s Relationship

Despite the chaos, Danny and Tim clicked. Danny was chaotic but genuine, a refreshing contrast to the constant stress of Gotham. And Tim? Tim was the most grounded person Danny had ever met.

“You know, you don’t have to listen to Ra’s,” Tim pointed out after one particularly tense League encounter.

Danny shrugged. “Yeah, but if I don’t humor him, he gets pouty.”

Tim snorted. “Ra’s al Ghul? Pouty?”

“You have no idea.”

———

The Batfamily’s Reaction

When Tim brought Danny back to Gotham, the batfam had questions.

Bruce: “He’s… Ra’s’ son?”

Tim: “Yep.”

Jason: “And you’re… what, his fiancé now?”

Tim: screaming internally

Danny: “I’M RIGHT HERE.”

Damian, eyes wide: “Uncle?”

Danny grinned. “Hey, kiddo.”

Damian, flustered: “I—no. This cannot be.”

———

Ra’s Is Thrilled

Back in Nanda Parbat, Ra’s couldn’t be happier. Every time Tim showed up, Ra’s looked like Christmas came early.

Ra’s: “Timothy, you and Daniel are a perfect match.”

Tim: “In what universe?”

Danny: “Technically, several.”

———

Danny Was Happy.

That was the problem.

Tim might hate making Ra’s happy, but… Danny was different.

Danny liked being part of the League. He liked the structure, the weird family dynamic. He liked the purpose. And he was thriving.

Tim couldn’t ruin that.

Tim didn’t want to make Ra’s happy—he’d rather swallow glass—but he did want to make Danny happy.

And if that meant putting up with Ra’s al Ghul’s matchmaking schemes, well…

Tim gritted his teeth and endured.

———

Tim’s Inner Monologue:

“Being with Danny isn’t the issue. The issue is that it makes Ra’s happy. And I refuse to let that man win.”

Danny: smirking “You’re fighting a losing battle.”

Tim: “Shut up.”

Danny: “Love you too.”

[batataran]

Kon: *Moody, sitting on a bean bag in the Titan's tower.*

Cassie: Hey superboy, what's the problem? You're stinking up the place with your emotions

Kon: It's- it's just Robin. That smug know-it-all

Cassie: *Raises eyebrow* Oh?

Kon: So goddamn annoying strutting around like he owns the place, like everything is in the palm of his hands. As if when he commands to do this no one will dare to defy him

Cassie: Well, I mean. *Sits down on the bean bag next to him* Not like you wouldn't do anything he says. You're at his beck and call

Kon: I'm not his pawn!-

Tim: *Walks in the room* Superboy-

Kon: *Stands up* PRESENT! *cough* Present, do you need any help?

Cassie: *whispers* ˢᶦᵐᵖ

[dcxdpdabbles]

I reread Dauntless Matchmaker recently and I love it, could you please make another part? Either that or another part for One Hell of a Bellhop, Legal Compensation, or Mr Flavors Soda, any of the above would be great, your choice ^-^

Danny skips up the stairs towards Wayne Manor's front entrance with a binder, a few notebooks, and his laptop tucked away in his carry bag. Humming under his breath, he raises his hand to knock. Before he can touch the wood, the door swings open to the beaming face of his fake boyfriend, Tim Drake.

"Hi!" The other gasps breathlessly. He adjusts his cardigan from where it had fallen off his left shoulder. Danny has noticed something about Tim. He was always so nervous and clumsy. The poor thing was taking his heartbreak badly.

"Hi, Tim." Danny grins. He holds up his NASA theme bag with pride. "I brought the stuff!"

His boss' brother lets out a string of nervous chuckles that slowly dissolve, coughing when he chokes on his spit. Alarmed, Danny started smacking his back in hopes of helping. He wishes he could say this was a one-time thing, but Tim, unfortunately, does this often.

"Master Tim?" Alfred calls from down the left hallway.

"I'm fine! Everything-cough-hack- everything is fine!" Tim screams back, entirely red and looking a tad bit mortified. Clearing his throat, he straightens to full height, back pin straight and looking every bit the young gentleman of his standing. "Shall we move to the viewing room?"

Danny knows he's only trying to save face, so he only smiles and steps inside. As they had agreed on two weeks ago, Danny loops his arm through Tim's, pressing himself close to the other's side, just as Alfred walks by.

The aged man seems pleased to see them so affectionate, which Damian said Danny had to play up because otherwise, it would not be believable. Tim only dated men and women who showed their care through physical touch, and he was often seen holding hands or looping arms with his partners.

As it is, Tim does his part well, beaming up at Danny. He was taller after hitting a second growth spurt, but sadly, he seemed to take after his mother rather than his father. Danny was only two inches taller than Tim.

On the other hand, Jazz grew like a weed. Once it became apparent, she took after Jack in height. Dan's appearance gave Danny hope that he would break the six-foot mark in a few years—you know, if the madness and devouring Plasmius didn't affect his development too much.

"What are you showing me today?" Tim asks as they stride past Damian. The younger boy makes a face, the same one Danny made whenever Jazz brought over a boy, and they were being sickly sweet. He offers his boss a smile in return, watching those intense green eyes roll.

"I brought evidence of why Yetis' healthcare is far superior to ours." Danny pats his bag with a satisfied smirk. "Nothing beats Frostbite."

Tim melts. "That's amazing. I can't wait to hear all about it. Then we could go get dinner. How does Divine Palace sound?"

"The upscale restaurant? I would need to change before I'm allowed in there. It has a dress code, doesn't it?"

Tim snuggles closer. "You can borrow one of my suits."

"You know it's bad luck to wear someone else's clothes?" Danny tells him they have just arrived at the viewing room. The projector is set up, and Danny is waiting to plug in his laptop. A sizeable plush couch is pushed in front of the large empty wall, where Tim plans to curl up and watch Danny's presentation.

Meeting someone who adored all the educational information about Ghosts and their culture was lovely. Danny's parents were more interested in the aspects of biology and anatomy than the sociology and anthropology he studied.

After he finished his slide show—sadly without pictures as ghosts disrupted the camera—he would show Tim his notes, which the two could flip through together on the couch. Since his PowerPoint lacked images, Danny settled for some drawings and blurry photos he had stored in his binder while exploring the Zone.

He started it when he was fourteen, gradually growing over the years.

"Why's that?" Tim asks, throwing himself on the couch and crossing his legs underneath him. He places his elbow on the meat of his thigh and leans his head on his hand, his eyes never leaving Danny.

They seem to be shining, utterly captivated by the Halfa.

"It makes it easier for ghosts to overshadow you," Danny answers promptly, unzipping his bag to take out the materials from his bag. He had to look away from his friend because the way he was staring was making him a bit flustered.

"Overshadow?"

"It's another way of saying possession, but it's more politically correct." He responds, plugging in the wires to his laptop and watching the lock screen of his computer appear on the wall. "My sister's first boyfriend attempted to do that to her. Gave her some of his girlfriend's stuff so she could form around her and use Jazz as an anchor to stay on this plane."

"And you saved her before he could succeed," Tim sighs adoringly.

Danny puffs out his chest. "I did!"

Tim pressed a button on the side of his couch. At once, the thing expands, pushing the backrest down and expanding the bottom until it forms an even flat surface. Danny initially thought it was a recliner, but apparently, rich people had couches that could turn into beds in seconds.

He lays flat on his stomach, kicking his feet and leaning on both hands as he smiles like a loon at Danny. "That's amazing."

Danny bites his lip, trying to be modes,t but it's hard when he's being praised by someone like Tim Drake.

"Well, it's just what a good brother does. All I really had to do was use his bad luck against him, and really, Jazz sort of snapped out it when he tried to punch me," He babbles while scrambling to log into his account. He needs to do something before he bursts from all the giddy, mushy feeling in his chest. "It was nothing compared to when I had to win a pie-eating contest against Baker."

"Hmm?"

"Baker is a pasty theme ghost that is shockingly powerful. He locked me in a battle for five days before I convinced him to switch to a food theme contest." Danny laughs, shaking his head at the memories. "I was stuck in bed for a day with the biggest stomach ache, but I won that day. And victory was sweet."

Tim swoons.

Just as Danny is booting up the presentation, his superhearing catches the whispers of Tim's other siblings from the hallway. Damian had instructed him not to let anyone else in the household learn the truth of his contract because it would eventually get back to Alfred.

After meeting the man, he completely understands the paranoia.

"Who is that?" He's pretty sure that's the oldest Dick.

"Tim's new obsession." Answers Steph with a smirk in her words. "Apparently, he's some paranormal-obsessed conspiracy theorist."

"Why does he always go for the crazy ones?" Jason sighs dramatically.

"Have you seen Danny's biceps? Were it not for his health issues, I would have thought Tim found a secret off-duty hero."

Danny hastily focuses on his first slide, trying not to show his fear. Tim continues to watch him kick his feet and play with some of his hair. He has a habit of twirling his hair. Tim almost always does that whenever Danny sees him.

[captain-krow-drozdov]

*Tosses Fic Update Onto Feed And Runs*

[chilfucked]

[junespriince]

Dick: you understand why you are high on my kill list, right?

Wally: yep, because I have a 65% chance of becoming evil and if turned into anything that needs to feed on humans I will wipe out the entire population.

Dick: good, and are you okay with it?

Wally: to die by your hands with be an honor.

Dick: see? If he's okay with it, you should be okay with it.

Jason: ... When were you going to tell us he has a 65% chance of being evil, ain't you the math whiz??

Dick: it's fine, he's too much of a simp to do... Probably.

Jason: I don't like that you're gambling here, this is more problematic than you having a detail file on Killing your family, 1% is too fucking high but 65%!?

Tim: yeah, and he's at the highest point in that list, we're just supposed to be okay with this?

Dick, sigh: Wally can you pinky promise not to turn evil?

Jason: we're not going to pinky promise the death of civilization by a godlike man, have you not read the doom day dystopian novels I left here? We should kill him now!

Dick: okay, I see your point and I counter it, it keeps Bruce up at night that I dropped he's nothing like Barry so Barry's file is as useful as nat. As a treat. For me at least.

Jason: so, you rather let the fate of the world at risk just to make Bruce fear he ain't prepared for something? That's petty.

Dick: petty, therapy, it all the same really.

Jason: will you kill him if he does become evil?

Dick: well, if he like, Catwoman or Harley level, then no. Above that I'll question it, and if higher than yeah I'll kill him.

Wally, heart eyes and kicking his feet: and I'll wait patiently for you on the mountain of my slain enemies birdie ~

Dick: see? All taken care of.

Jason: I'm not holding your hand, fuck the napkin in between, this is insane. Seek therapy.

[alexumlol]

HELLO MY LOVELYS! Guess who’s got more Tim (our lord and savior) CONTENTTTT!! (I also through in some REALLY good gifs ;3)

Guys he actually so fine im evaporating HELPPP

[onthegoodsideofthings]

Bruce Wayne x GN! Reader Headcanons.

-Bruce Wayne is…new ish to the dating pool, I mean, it’s not like he has a lack of woman whom would date him, but still, he doesn’t ACTUALLY go out of his way to ask someone out. 

-So when he meets you he knows he’s whipped. All he wants to do is ask you out, introduce you to his kid (Damian) and all the strays he houses (his large amounts of wards.).

-He’s never really been the ‘I’ll show you how much I like you’ when it came to partners he’s had in the past, after all they tend to be short and fleeting, but when he saw you interact with Damian and get the boy’s approval he knew, ‘this’ll last.’

-So his ‘showing how much he likes you’ arch has begun. 

-The flowers he leaves you in the morning every Friday before work because he knows you love them.

-The small notes you find with them (the flowers) on occasion that you love and stick to your fridge, when he finds this out he leaves you a new note every day, he just quickly leaves you a hand written note and slides it in your door so you find it in the morning.

-He will call you after work before he goes on patrol to check on you, make due to remind you to stay safe and ask if you have anything going on this weekend, (he likes to take you on dates on Sunday nights. It’s like his favorite thing ever-)

-When you do meet his strays- sorry his wards, he prays they like you just as much as he does.

-And they do. First to trust you is surprisingly Damian, after all you were his teacher. (That’s how you and Bruce met in the first place.) it was awkward at first but Damian always enjoyed the way you taught and treated others so he was down to make you his Zaza. 

-Jason was next, he figured, hey Damian of all brats likes you so will he. He also likes that you know how to shoot a gun, when he found out you went to gun ranges he knew you were great, that’s how you hang out actually. #beingbestieswithJasonstart.

-Obviously Tim and Dick followed not to long after, Tim enjoyed that you didn’t mind the quiet or feel the need to fill it, he also enjoyed that you loved helping others (especially him, he wants to learn how to cook but Alfred is scary let’s be real so it’s nice to have someone who won’t judge him for not being perfect- not that Alfred would but he would give the vibe unintentionally.)

-And Dick liked that you were super supportive. Helping him rehearse how he wanted to propose to Barbra, (like bro him and Babs are so cute like AAAGHAGAGA) 

-So everyone liked you.

-It was nice being with such a large found family, You loved Bruce and you loved his family.

-And he loves that, he loves you, and he’s happy everyone else loves you too. 

-He knows that one day he’ll ask you to be his forever, his Mx. Wayne, but he’s not in any hurry. (Well he is, but he knows you value his company and love without having to be married, and you haven’t really talked about it-)

-TLDR He loves you and so does his family and that makes everyone happy.

-Welcome to the family!!

[askchilchuck]

its always “chilchucks a dilf” “ooh chilchucks def a dilf” HE IS NOT. sir you are not a dilf, everyone. Chilchuck tims is not a dilf,

he’s a milf.

Alright. Look. We need to have a talk, all of you.

[zhelin-thames]

I read this

And i just had to post this

Tim: "Babs, I need to look into someone. I cannot find anything about him."

Barbara: "Have you identified a suspect in one of the cases?"

Tim: "No, I think I found my soulmate."

Barbara: "What?"

Tim: "He's too handsome. Too nice. He gave me coffee, Babs. Coffee. NOBODY gives me coffee. I need to know who he is so I can marry him."

Barbara: shouting "MARRY?!"

Tim: "Yeah, we'll live in a house with a big garden, a cat, a dog... no kids. We'll date for two years, one where he doesn't know about my night job, then live together after I tell him. We'll be godparents to you and Dick's kids, and I'll be the best uncle. But I can't do that if I don't know who he is"

[castrian-cosplays]

Admittedly I was gunna wait until we got our professional pictures back but the silly gay ones we got are also fantastic. So enjoy some TimKon

As seemingly always Kon is my partner in crime @dragonssociety 💚💚💚💚

[sharksnshakes]

Hi I'm doing this on anon bcs I'm embarassed of how fast i'm asking this lmao butttttttt

...will you write a part two to the tim drake x reader?

PLS I BEG

You have a crush on Tim... and to your surprise, getting his attention won't be nearly as hard as you thought. But he keeps reminding you of Red Robin? That can't be right.

AN; part one can be found here. not sure where i'm going with this yet BUT expect a part three. and maybe something else with kon. in my titans era

Wordcount; 1.1k

TW; some cursing, mentions of drinking, making out (you'll see)

As luck would have it, you're at the same hole-in-the-wall bar the next weekend. Red Robin sighting aside, cheap drinks are cheap drinks, and now you're crowded around a rickety table with the same friends as last time. Plus Tim.

A week's worth of deliberation has lead you to the conclusion that you have honest to God romantic feelings for him. Sure, Red Robin turned your head, but chances are slim to none that you'll ever see the dark haired vigilante again. Even if you did, you know nothing about his personal life! You don't even know his name! How could a relationship possibly work out?

You're doubling down your efforts, which is why you're wedged up against Tim's side, nursing a cool drink in your hands and refusing to feel bashful about the outfit you've got on tonight. Tim never goes out, ergo, he's only ever seen you in the baggy sweats and oversized tees you show up to lecture in. It's the perfect opportunity for you to dress up and flaunt your assets. If it worked on Robin, it'll work on Tim.

Right?

"Havin' fun?" You ask, glancing over at him.

Tim looks out of place, to put it mildly. He is the heir to Wayne Enterprises, after all, and you love him dearly, but his vintage sneakers and expensive-smelling cologne don't exactly fit in with the sweaty crowd of coeds.

"I think so?"

You smother a laugh. "Hey, at least you're not holed up in your apartment cramming for another test."

Tim frowns gently. "Yeah. You're right."

It feels like his comment holds some second meaning that's flying right over your head. You'd ask him about it, but before you get the chance, one of your mutual friends is grabbing you both by the wrists and dragging you into the makeshift dance floor.

After about fifteen minutes of bouncing and singing and laughing, the fragrant smoke and crush of bodies start to get to you. The music's pounding. The air is heavy. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing the uncomfortable, oppressive feeling away.

"Hey." Tim appears at your side. He's got a steadying hand on your shoulder and his lips are practically on your ear. "Y'okay?"

If you weren't short of breath before, you definitely are now.

"Need some air," you shout back, fighting to be heard over the speakers. "I'll be back in a minute."

Tim's hand stays on your shoulder. "Let me come with you."

You want to tell him he doesn't have to. This is his first night out in ages, and the last thing you want to do is throw a wrench in it by dragging him outside; when you look at his face, though, there's genuine concern and care in his eyes. You nod.

"Lead the way," Tim shouts, and you reach for his hand as you push through the crowd. His fingers wrap firmly around yours, steady but not overbearing, and a horde of butterflies descend on your stomach.

Tim doesn't drop your hand until you're outside, sucking in the nighttime air. It's sticky and humid outside, a thunderstorm can be heard in the distance, but it's heavenly compared to inside.

You pace up and down the alleyway for a moment. Just like last week, there's nobody out here but you and the dumpster. And Tim.

Involuntarily, you glance up at the rooftops that loom above.

"I saw Red Robin here last week," you say absentmindedly, turning back to look at Tim.

"Oh really?" He clears his throat, following your gaze. "Was he, like... up there?"

"You don't seem particularly excited."

"Well, I mean... it's just Red Robin?"

You gape at him. "Just Red Robin? Tim, he's cool as fuck."

"He's literally just another Robin. There's been, what, like... five?"

"Three," you correct, walking back over to Tim, "And he's literally a superhero."

"Sidekick."

You laugh out loud. "What, you got beef with him?"

"No," Tim protests, a flush crawling up his cheeks. "He's just no Batman, is all."

"He's not supposed to be Batman. That's his whole thing. He's Robin, and he's cool as fuck," you reply, leaving no room for argument. You lean against the brick wall, gazing up at the clouded sky. "...Think he's out there somewhere?"

"Maybe."

You glance at Tim, but he's already staring at you.

"You look... really pretty tonight," he murmurs.

Your cheeks prickle with heat. "Thanks. You, ah, look good too."

At that moment, it hits you that you're alone with Tim Drake Wayne, the guy you're pining over, and that he's just called you pretty. A smile tugs as your lips. Red Robin hit on you in this very alleyway, and now Tim is hitting on you, too, and your confidence surges.

"Um, actually," you say, looking at Tim, "There's something I've been meaning to tell you--"

BANG!

A gasp dies in your throat as a couple stumbles through the back door. They're attached at the lips and deserving of an NC-17 rating. Your shock is quickly replaced with amusement (and, albeit, a healthy level of disgust) and you laugh in shock, your heart still pounding in your throat. The door rattles on its hinges, freshly scraped up from being slammed against the wall.

"Holy shit," you exhale. Only then do you notice that Tim pushed you behind him: an arm is protectively flung out in front of you, the other hand is pulling something out of his pocket. His thumb and forefinger are pinched around a small, sharp-looking object--it's black, it glints in the light, you don't know what it is. He stuffs it back into his jeans, huffing out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, you okay?" Tim asks, turning back around to face you.

"Fine." You nod. "Startled... but, uh, fine."

"Good," he says, eyes still tracking the couple. "Anyways. You were saying?"

There's a muffled moan from the other end of the alley.

"Another time," you say, grabbing Tim and pulling him inside before either of you see more than you want to.

As you rejoin the group, you wonder distantly what he was holding. A knife, maybe? But Tim's dead last on your list of people who'd walk around Gotham carrying a weapon. Then again, his net worth is staggeringly high, so maybe he does carry something...?

If you didn't know better, you'd say he acted like a vigilante.

You're not sure what to think.

But the bar's loud music leaves no room for thought, and you push your musings to the back of your mind. You're having fun with your friends, Tim called you pretty, and you just had the shit scared out of you by strangers--tonight's been eventful as is, so it looks like your detective work will just have to wait.