#Tim is such a sweet boy

[amimochi]

‘Is this milk drinking a habit of yours?’

[sourkreem]

birthday hangout!! they went to jasons favourite shitty diner afterwards :)

not him eating a very sugary burger fondant cake

[catgrandpa]

I need a fic where Bruce realizes this kid who shoved his way into his sidekick roll will not be leaving anytime soon, and instead of emotionally distancing himself he becomes a combination Helicopter Mom and Shotgun Dad.

☆彡

Tim: Bruce, I’m headed out to meet my friends at the mall.

Bruce: Is that Kent boy going to be there?

Tim, rolling his eyes: Yes, Kon is going. And so is Bart, and Cassie, and maybe Bernard if he can make it.

Bruce: Hnn. Do you have everything? Coat, scarf, keys, wallet, tracker, pepper spray, dagger, kryptonite shard, emergency beacon, first aid kit, fire starter, extra pair of-

Tim: Yes, Dad! I already went through the list with Alfred. I’ll be fine.

☆彡

Kon: Hello Sir! I’m here to pick up Tim!

Bruce: Follow me.

…

Bruce: Sit down.

Kon: In your study? Is Tim on the way, or…?

Bruce: I just thought you might need reminding of the fact that I have a vault downstairs full of items specifically designed to take down a Kryptonian.

Kon: Whuh?

Bruce: You should probably ask your father about the time I was slightly annoyed with him for encroaching on one of my cases.

Kon: Why are you telling me this?

Bruce: Now just imagine what would happen if someone were to hurt my darling little boy.

*door opens*

Tim: Hey Bruce, Alfie said Kon was here, have you seen him? Oh! Hey, why are you two in here??

Bruce: Oh, hey sweetheart, we were just chatting. Have a good time at the carnival!

☆彡

Dick, pouting: I don’t understand, you’re not this protective over who Jason or I date.

Bruce: Don’t be ridiculous, Jason and I may have our problems, but he would never betray me by gallivanting off with someone I disapprove of.

Dick, who covered for Jay sneaking out to visit Roy Harper just last night: Mhm yeah, sure. And you’re not worried about me?

Bruce: Chum, I’ve known who you were going to marry since you were 12 years old.

Dick: WHAT?

Bruce: I have the whole ceremony already planned. I’ve got Gotham’s best wedding planner on standby. You have a very nice house waiting for you both, 20 minutes from here. A modest 7 bedrooms on 5 acres of land.

Dick: I’m not even dating anyone?!

Bruce: I can’t wait to meet my 3 grandbabies:)

[geetahiro]

tumblr,,, hello,,, first post,,,,?!?! I offer them 🤲

[minnesota-fats]

Another JMart fanart but cute this time!!!

[lena-thinks-too-much]

I headcanon that Tim's caffeine problem functions like my friends caffeine problem. In that he actually hates caffeine but he'll chug 3 red bulls when he needs to lock in. He's going to stay up regardless of the caffeine thanks to the insomnia. But without it he's not going to brain very much. He likes coffee less but it's an acceptant substitute of energy drinks are not available. He'll drink the energy drink over like a really sweet frappaccino because it's the only thing guaranteed to keep him alert and at peak mental condition. He doesn't drink it as often as people think he does but when he does drink energy drinks, he'll consume and ungodly amount in one sitting. Then he'll crash at like 5 in the morning and complain when he has to wake up 3 hours later.

[spellboundcities]

Another bout of shenanigans from yours truly

[2danesand1cat]

it’s a typical tuesday night. let’s take a look into the Wayne manor happenings, shall we?

Dick is chatting with Alfred in the kitchen, post dinner. Alfred looks more tired than usual and Dick notices this, trying not to think about how much his grandfather figure has aged since he first met him and how he had to subtly help him open a jar earlier and how frail his fingers looked in those moments he struggled to pop off the lid. After a few minutes of chatting, he realizes he keeps running a hand through his hair and assumes Alfred will suggest a haircut, but he doesn’t. His stomach is flipping nervously because he has been having A Hard Fucking Month and wants to talk to Bruce about how he handled a hostage situation earlier this week (and he is nervous bc he knows he could have been better and that he was sloppy and Bruce will have an Opinion), but he really needs to just talk about it and maybe just wants a hug. He glances over at Dames and smiles a bit and smiling at his “scrunched up concentrated face” feels easy. He wonders if he’ll bring his sketch into the den for Steph’s movie.

Alfred notices that Dick seems to be lingering after dinner. He knows this means he likely has to talk to Bruce about something important and is nervous. Alfred lets him help in the kitchen and takes note of his needed haircut. He feels older than he normally does and finds himself particularly tired tonight, but is pleased with the civil dinner. He felt a small knot he didn’t fully realize was there unravel when Tim seemed to have some more color in his cheeks than he had last week at dinner. He noticed the glances between Tim and Bruce throughout the meal and assumes they must have had a good meeting this afternoon at WE and likely got lunch afterwards, resolving the obvious recent tension. He looks forward to hearing about it from Bruce later tonight.

Damian is sticking close to Alfred and Dick, feeling lighter than he has in a few days because Dick is around, and he finally has a few relaxed moments to work on a new sketch. He plans to watercolor it later. It is raven he saw a few evenings ago, and she was holding a small marble in her beak. Damian smiles thinking about how the clever bird must had spotted the marble from her perch and spent a great deal of time and attention cleaning the dirt off of it. Briefly, he remembers cleaning his grandmother’s pearl, the one he found for Bruce in the sewers, and smiles. His painting of the raven may or may not be a Christmas present for Bruce. He’s not sure if he’ll slip it into his desk drawer one random night when Bruce seems particularly stiff or save it as a gift for the holiday next month. He sips tea quietly and subconsciously rubs his little socked feet together as he sketches.

Tim has been in a good mood since this afternoon. He and Bruce finally got a chance to talk about some WE leadership changes that have been bugging Tim for a while, but more importantly, he just got some one-on-one time with Bruce that he had been craving. Bruce had told him how proud he was of him and Tim honestly talked about his current mental state, all while shoving his face with fancy fries and aioli. Now, he was excited to watch this movie with Steph that she has to view for one of her “boring mandatory history classes”. He even made the suggestion for everyone to join while eating dinner, and noticed Bruce’s eyebrow raise at the invitation. Tim figured Bruce was mildly surprised he had extended the invite, but Tim was feeling generous and cozy. He also knew that if he invited everyone that Bruce would join. However, it’s a documentary on Ancient Mesopotamia, so there’s a good chance Bruce would have joined anyways. He rips open the bag of family sized Sour Patch Kids and eats 2 blue ones as he strolls to the den, knowing Steph will rip the bag from his hands when he walks in.

Jason is browsing the library looking for his old copy of Brideshead Revisted because he wants something light and easy enough to follow as he sits in on this movie, or rather, documentary. He rolls his eyes to himself wondering what the fuck kind of family gets excited about a documentary on ancient Mesopotamia. Before dinner, Steph had pouted at him until he agreed to watch and even though he fully intended on watching it before her antics (ancient Mesopotamia is perhaps, a little bit, mildly, intriguing), he also planned to read. As he browses the shelves, he sticks his hands in his hoodie pocket and finds an old Fruit Stripe Gum wrapper. He chuckles and licks it to stamp the temporary tattoo on his wrist. He knows it’s from a pack he bought last fall while running into the gas station with Cassie while waiting for a take out order (and he also needed cigarettes, which earned him a glare from his sister). He absentmindedly wonders if Damian has ever had Fruit Stripe gum and makes a mental note to buy him a pack.

Steph is laying on the den floor, feet in the air against the edge of one of the plushy couches, and hums the Dragon Tales theme song, trying to remember all the words. It’s been years since she’s seen it, but she was explaining to Cassie how she always felt jealous of the magical world they escaped in to and is telling sweet and patient Cass how she recalls wishing she had her own magical world to escape to when she was a kid (PBS was great, but not the same). Then, feeling suddenly emotional, decided to try and prove that she remembered every word to the theme song, and began loudly (and half incoherently) belting out the lyrics. She had flipped upside down to make it seem like that was the reason blood rushed to her face when she brought stupid Dragon Tales up. There’s also a nagging pit of anxiety when she thinks about writing this dumb paper for this dumb class. She hopes Tim stays awake the whole time so he can suffer with her. She hopes everyone sneaks in to watch. She feels gross and lonely and really already started this movie but was hoping to turn it into an event for the company without having to ask for company for Real Reasons.

Cassie is sitting criss cross on the Red Den Chair because it’s Not Ugly Stephanie, it’s Soft. She was smiling thinking about everyone at dinner, and how Bruce seemed tired but not Sad Tired and how Jason actually took off his jacket again and wore just a hoodie. She wonders if maybe Steph would like to paint nails during the movie. She feels tension rolling off of Steph and thinks it may be her essay she has to write about her movie but then notices blood rush to her cheeks when she starts to talk about her childhood comfort show. She hopes Tim grabs the sour candies in the big bag that Alfred knows about but pretends he doesn’t, because she knows that those are Steph’s favorites.

Bruce is feeling extremely content. Dinner has revitalized him, not drained him, because it was one of those rare nights where everyone seemed to get along. Jason is in the library which means he plans on sticking around for a while. Tim is doing better than he projected and has been better about actually discussing his personal life with Bruce, which makes his job a tad easier. He thinks about how his face lit up when he told him how well he was doing with everything, and how proud he was of him for balancing things lately. He knows Alfred will be happy to learn about their lunch and Tim’s two proper meals of the day. As he concludes his nighttime stretching in his bedroom, glaring at his own joints for cracking so much, he makes a mental note to find Dick before he joins in with the rest of the kids as they watch Stephanie’s school documentary. He noticed Dick chewing on his inner cheek after dinner and reasons that he needs either advice and a hug, or maybe just a hug. He showers and grumbles at his nearly empty shampoo bottle. He makes another mental note to ask Alfred to stock Damian’s shower with his shampoo, since Damian continues to pilfer it. He knows Damian finds comfort in the scent but would never admit that aloud. As he walks out of his bedroom he grabs an extra hoodie for Cassie, knowing she’ll want the cozy fleece around her during the film. He decided at dinner he would not patrol tonight, but instead maybe pour over some case files, and he does not regret that decision when he hears Jason’s laughter from down the hall. He leans up against the door frame of the den and tosses the hoodie to Cassie, who catches it swiftly with a smile. Stephanie almost immediately shouts “no throwing in the den!” (old Alfred rule) and launches a piece of gummy candy at his face. Bruce catches it easily and pops into his mouth while noticing Steph’s defensive demeanor. She’s upset. Another mental note. But first, Dick. He makes a promise to come back and finds Dickie on the back patio in the evening chill. And even though the wind whips around them and makes goosebumps rise on his arms, Dick’s head is warm as he leans on his shoulder. They sit for a while, Bruce rubbing his hand up and down Dick’s shoulders and arm, until Dick’s breathing is steady again. When they both creep into the den, everyone is there. Damian scoots over to make more room from them on the leather coach on the far wall. The bag of candy is being passed around and is nearly empty. Damian leans into him and from across the room, Alfred gives him a smile and a slight nod. It’s a good night.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Instead of being sent to end the Washington bloodline, Calvin is sent to clean the Gotham streets of “vermin”.

He gets a name, a location, and a general description. A weapon pointed at a target.

And he’s eager to prove himself. Eager to have years of grueling training pay off. Eager to prove that he didn’t kill the previous Talon for nothing.

But when Calvin perches on top of a fire escape, watching a small, malnourished child with gaunt cheeks and a too large red hoodie steal the tires off the Batmobile with nervous glances left and right but never up—

Calvin wants to throw up.

They can’t- they’re expecting him to kill a little kid. A tiny, defenseless human just trying to survive— deemed obsolete due to circumstances the boy had no control over.

No. No way. No fucking way.

When Batman returns to the Batmobile it’s to his tires gone and the tail end of watching a monster straight out a nursery rhyme knocking a screaming child unconscious and vanishing into the night.

[thiziri]

Give that old man his glasses 😂❤️

[imasillygooose]

Do you ever wake up and think "I love Richie Lipschitz ☺️💕" and then remember he's dead and get hit with a wall of unfathomable despair?? The same thing happens with Paul sometimes. Okay, maybe a bit more frequently than just "sometimes".

I need to get a life.

[who-let-me-out]

Just bought of something even worse.

Instead of yandere batfam with a reader…

Platonic yandere batfam with Jason Todd.

Listen, he’s just returned from the league, no mention of Bruce avenging him. as far as he knows, the joker is still alive. but he gets to gotham and eveytjing is quiet. no violence, no fights, no gangs. ita like a ghost town. hes just walking through the streets trying to find someone, anyone.

and thats how the batfam finds him.

Since his death, bruce and dick's minds broke. They always had an over protective edge to them, but when jason died, shit went south for anyone who crosses them. In theyre minds, theyve made gotham into the perfect place for Jason, if he were alive. there no violence, only calm and peace. were its actually just that everyone is so afraid they wont leave theyre house unless its the day time. theres even a curfew. to avoid the bats. they have no mercy anymore, anyone steps a toe out of line, they are never seen again. The joker is alive, but god he wishes he wasn’t.

But then they find him, they’re Jason, walking around Gotham in the middle of the night. Doesn’t he know how dangerous it is? How did he get here!? How is he alive?! But really, they don’t care, he’s here, they have another chance, and no one is taking it from them.

He can barely get 2 words in before Dick knocks him out, Bruce can’t do it, he can’t hurt his baby boy, his Jaylad. He picks him up and carries home, where he belongs. They check him over, every injury, every scar breaks them just a little bit more.

He wakes up in His Room, his childhood room. Unfinished homework on the desk, books piled high next to it, his posters, his pictures everything. The curtains are covering the window and he’s disoriented and confused, how did he get here? What’s going on?

Bruce is gonna spend every minute of every day making it up to his boy, his son. And the nights will be spent making his sons murderer suffer, the way he made Jason suffer.

Alfred makes sure Jason has everything he needs, and that he knows Bruce would never replace him.

Tim’s there, he was never robin, he couldn’t be. Robin is his idol, as far as he’s concerned they’re a only one. He spends everyday obsessing over Jason’s whereabouts, cameras in every room, bathrooms bedrooms, the library, anywhere and everywhere.

Baby boy Jason with his obsessive and overprotective family

[pinkcowzz]

(batman 1940, issue 500)

thinking about tim leaving dick all alone with the mantle. thinking about dick trying to reach out to tim and lighten his grief only to watch him walk away.

[calltocupid]

happy & clingy boyfriends.

[mamawasatesttube]

PLEASE say more about your lil guy from the Tim Gets Cloned and Everyone Has a Bad Time au

anon: "👀 tim gets cloned and no one has a good time au, you say? 👀"

YEAAAAAAH BOIIIII. this is one of the incredible aus that lives in my and @adjit's dms. <3

the premise: there's some aliens who really want a weapon that's stored in the fortress of solitude. of course, that door requires a kryptonian to open; the easiest way to get in would be to get a kryptonian to open the door for them. however, kryptonians are notoriously hard to clone. superman doesn't have any noted close human connections that he might bring up there, but supernova and red robin (or rook!) are a known couple. so they stalk, kidnap, clone, and replace tim.

the clone is given two things: an implant of all of tim's memories, so that he can act exactly like him, and a kill switch, so that the aliens can easily dispose of him once he's served his purpose to clean up loose ends. he just needs to keep up the charade and get kon to take him up to the fortress of solitude, the sooner the better.

now the thing is... a clone of tim, told to act just like tim, who knows that he's a pawn and will be killed soon whether he fulfills his purpose or not, will in fact act like a tim who is really, really depressed and just pretending he isn't. and he's conflicted. because he was made with the knowledge that his sacrifice is inevitable, that his life is nothing, that he needs to simply fulfill his purpose as a tool, all implanted in his head... but in the memories he was given from tim, he also has all these memories and all this knowledge of how kon was made, and how much tim loves kon, and how strongly tim feels about anyone who would treat kon this way, and how strongly kon feels about clones and their humanity and their rights, and he is... he gets real conflicted, real fast. he hides it, because tim would hide it, and he's going to imitate tim to the letter, but here's the problem:

kon knows tim really, really well.

he sees the signs of depression. he sees the conflict that tim-clone is pretending not to feel. he sees the uncertainty around affection. he sees the way "tim" just eats his ice cream, without separating out and carefully rationing the chocolate chunks in it to maintain a specific "chunks to cream" ratio. he sees the way "tim" slowly withdraws from him, as if every simple brush of their hands makes him guilty.

and over a scant few days, he puts it together. that's not tim.

he's immediately worried out of his mind (where is tim? what happened to him? who did this to him?), but he already knows that isn't this clone's fault. so when he goes to confront him... he's kind.

he corners him in the kitchen one day and says hey. you're not tim. who are you? and who did this to you?

and tim-clone freezes. the jig is up. he half-expects to be killed on the spot, except that he knows from tim's memories that kon doesn't kill. that kon is so, so kind to clones. and he realizes, concretely, for the first time in his short life that he doesn't want to die.

and he breaks down.

they're just sitting there on the kitchen floor and tim-clone is bawling his eyes out. (for the first time in his life!) he doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to keep deceiving and lying to the only person who's ever been kind to him, he doesn't want to die, he doesn't know what to do. and kon is like okay. well. first of all im going to give you the biggest hug. and then when you're feeling a little better, you can give me all the details of what Exactly is going on, who has tim, what they did to him and to you, and what they put in your head. and then i promise you i will fix this.

(it's one of those moments where you can really, really see that kon is a clone of superman. you can't help but believe that everything will be okay, because he believes everything will be okay, and you can't not believe him.)

anyway this post is getting so fucking long jesus christ okay let me try and wrap it up quick. they go on some wacky adventures to find and rescue tim. tim-clone is continually surprised that kon is so endlessly kind to him, even after he has tim back; he sees the way kon cradles tim so tenderly in his arms as tim sleeps off the stasis he's been in, the way kon strokes tim's hair back from his forehead and kisses his brow, and he yearns a bit. he doesn't know where he fits in with this whole situation. but kon turns to him and smiles and says hey, you should get some rest too. it's been a long day. there's some pasta in the fridge if you're hungry, too. and it's just a small moment of consideration, but it still takes him aback.

(there's a moment where he looks over to kon and admits, i don't know who i am. i'm not him, but if i'm not him who am i supposed to be? and kon smiles at him and says anybody you wanna be, buddy. that's the beauty of it. and timclone looks at him for a moment and then just quietly says ...you know, i can really see why he's so in love with you.)

when all is said and done, he and tim and kon all sit down to try and decide what he's gonna do now. they help him brainstorm names for himself; he decides he wants to name himself for the first person who ever made him feel hope: supernova. his name will be nova. and, sure, tim, robin as a middle name would be funny. nova robin. as for surname... should he be a drake? he doesn't really feel like a drake, but...

oh, that's easy! kon says. nova robin kent has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

and... yeah, nova says. yeah, it does.

[beeceit]

the more I read and reread the comics the more I realize that a lot of the fanon criticizers are just as bad as the fanon only folks, are we even reading the same books y'all are yelling at them to read????

not talking about people who are chill about criticizing fanon and avoiding what isn't their taste, talking about the ones who bash people and act like they're the only ones who understand canon while also having their own interpretation that's not only inaccurate but meanspirited

like tumblr specifically has a problem with overcorrecting, both with fandom and real life discourse, I know that

but goodness y'all both need to read lonely place of dying because that did NOT go down the way some of y'all are saying it did