#Timkon clone baby

[hyperblue]

jason: they just keep getting younger aren't they

clone baby, black-hair-blue-eyes, making grabby hands at jason:

tim, holding his child closer to his chest: hey, this is mine

dick: yeah, this one's his

jason:

jason: i was only gone for two months- also aren't you like twelve??

[bbbbbbbbatman]

timkon clone baby au where when bruce comes back he's furious to learn that tim made a baby bc what the fuck, tim? that's so irresponsible- and then he lays eyes on the baby and immediately falls in love and suddenly his lecturing is much less effective when he's bouncing a baby on his knees and pausing every 30 seconds to coo at it

[ducktu]

Timkon clon baby au but Bruce loves his grandson way too much he stops being Batman for a while to help single teen parent Tim being yk a parent.

Like, he's soooo down to being a grandfather that as soon as he sees the baby in Tim's arms he doesn't even asks where it comes from he's just omgomgomg a babyyyy.

Because, yk, he never got the chance to hold his kids when they were babies and now he can hold the baby of one of his babies.

Enter making the mannor baby proof on day one and making a whole room a playground!

And he sees how Tim is like, not okay, like, yes he's happy he's a father now, but the grief of his friend dying is still there and the guilt of trying to clone him AND successfully doing it is not going away quickly enough for him to be able to take care of a whole human being, so Bruce of course steps up (because he's a good father when he needs to, AND THAT'S A BABY OK).

So, being Batman vs being there for his son and grandchild? Obviously his family needs him more.

So pretty much everyone commits to the cause.

Dick can be Batman for a while, just like once a week so Gotham knows he's still there. Jason may help a little by not causing trouble and Cass is so down to watch the kid 24/7 because they don't know if he has powers yet or when will they appear.

Just a big bat family trying their best for the new baby!

Edit: follow up!

[wise-blue-cookies]

If Tim had succeeded in creating clones specifically timkon superbaby clone, his siblings r never going to leave him alone for 'pulling a lex',,,,

[arianna-creates]

Something something... mama's boy... something something... doomed yaoi...

Guys I'm gonna be honest here and say that I think that Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne— the boy who became Robin to save Batman and keep Robin's legacy alive, the boy who was haunted by this poor dead boy and constantly hallucinated his existence, the boy whose middle name is a constant reminder that his father is dead— would NOT want to name his kid after a dead person! I know lots of people are fans of him naming his kids Jack/Jackie or Wendy, but I can't really see him naming his kid after a TV character...I wish I was good with baby names so that I could branch this out a bit,,,

N E WAYS this silly little phone sketch was bc of @hyperblue 's post!! <3 Thanks for the inspo!

[spookyprime]

Todays warmup: Timkon clone baby

[weewoow-20706030]

Timkon Clone baby AU

It's engulfed my mind fully, and I've already written one fic abt it (and have two more in the works)

But for now, enjoy this comic <3 (ignore the quality it's my first time posting art)

Close ups w/out text under the cut :)

I might make another part if I feel up to it-

[batbux]

The timkon clone baby should have been a girl named after Tim's mom because...

Clark has a son named Jon.

Kon could have a daughter named Jan.

[moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom]

timkon clone baby enthusiasts HELP

does anyone have the post where Tim unpods the clone baby and hastily wraps them in Kon’s shirt because the lab is cold and it’s the first thing he could reach but then he starts crying when he realises it’s The Shirt

[swift-creates]

category: Gen

fandom: DC Comics (Young Justice, Batfamily)

characters and relationships: Tim Drake, clone baby, Kon haunts the narrative (Timkon isn’t explicit but. it’s a clone baby au)

warnings: almost drowning, infant whump

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 29: Ownership, branding, “Everybody will know that you’re mine.”

Tim tries to clone Kon, but this time it works.

notes: I can write so many Timkon fics with this prompt list :fireElmo: Inspired by this post by @hyperblue which has haunted me from the moment I saw it please come bother me with interest about this AU or any of mine plsplspls on my knees in tears pls

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Tim woke to the loud beeping of one of the many machines in his lab. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, frowning at his reflection in the powerless computer screen; there were sleep marks on his cheek from the sleeve of his sweater, but aside from that he barely looked like he’d rested at all. The circles under his eyes hadn’t budged, and he sighed and scrubbed his hands across his face. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see them, anyway. He rarely left his lab except to grab more snacks from Titans Tower when he ran out, his work far too important to abandon. 

Tim got up and trudged past the empty cloning chambers to look for whatever had gone wrong, picking at the plaster on his arm where he’d drawn his own blood. His tablet lay on a table across the room, and he needed to recheck the Kryptonian environment values he’d copied off the Batcomputer-

One of the chambers wasn’t empty. 

He stared at it for a second, seeing but not quite understanding. Attempt one hundred and twenty-nine successful, the green letters said cheerfully. He stepped closer slowly, as if it was an animal that would lunge and try to bite him, and gingerly placed a hand against the glass. It was near but not exactly room temperature — 99.2 degrees Fahrenheit, 37.3 degrees Celcius, to be precise, ever so slightly warmer than a regular human temperature. 

“It worked,” he said to the empty lab. The machines keeping 129 alive seemed to sigh in response, then the beeping got louder, and the infant stirred in its glowing pod. No, not just stirred. It flinched. 

Error, the screen read now in bright failure red. The small letters underneath would have told him the reason, but he didn’t read it because 129 was struggling, tiny lungs seeking desperately for air and only receiving fluid. Tim’s heart screamed, and then he realised he was screaming. 

He can’t lose him. Not again and not like this. 

One heartbeat, and he was rushing forward, smashing the glass with his bo staff and pulling the infant out of the pod. 129 coughed up liquid and was still for a terrifyingly long moment, and Tim’s heart froze in his chest. 

Then the baby took a shaky breath and let out a gloriously loud cry. Now he was wet and wailing, but he was breathing. At least he was breathing. Tim went to rub a hand across his face in relief and halted when he realised it was covered in thick fluid. “It’s okay,” he said, and realised his throat was choked with tears. 129 cried louder and kicked his little legs as Tim became painfully aware how austere and clinical his lab was, absolutely no place for a helpless infant. There was no milk ready for him, no swaddling cloths to wrap him up in. And it was so, so cold. He must be so cold. Get it together, Drake. 

There was a shirt hanging on the back of his chair, and Tim reached for it, wrapping 129 in the black fabric and holding him close. “Shhh. It’s okay. Shh, shh.” The baby’s cries lowered slightly in volume, but didn’t stop. Tim bounced him gently, folding the shirt over him to keep him warm better- 

The edge of a familiar red insignia peeked out from underneath the folds of the shirt, and Tim froze. Kon’s shirt had artificial amniotic fluid and a crying baby in it. Kon’s shirt was wet and soiled and ruined and gone and Tim can’t even protect this one last part of him can he-

Then he was sliding down the wall to the floor and realised he was the one crying now. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, to Kon and to 129 and to no one at all. “I’m s- I’m so sorry.” 129 made a soft sound in his arms, but that just made him cry harder. Tim couldn’t take care of a baby. He’d failed Kon and failed Bart and failed Bruce and it’d been barely a day and he was already failing 129. 

As if that wasn’t enough, he had the stark realisation that the child in his arms resembled old baby pictures of Tim himself a little too closely, the tiniest package of Kryptonian blue eyes in a round little face. “Everyone will know you’re mine.” This wasn’t supposed to happen. His DNA was supposed to stabilise Kon’s, not influence it. He’d given 129 the curse of being related to him, in addition to being the ghost of a dead man. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He curled in around the infant and wept, surrounded by broken glass and a broken heart. 

[hyperblue]

tim: so... yeah. i'll totally understand if you want nothing to do with that

kon, who was barely listening bc he was too busy observing the baby in his arms: excuse me?

tim: i mean, he's the consequences of MY actions, which makes him MY problem, not yours. so if you'd like to tap out, that's totally fine

kon:

tim:

kon: did you just called my son a problem

tim: i- wtf do you mean "my son" he's MINE give him back- KON EL KENT GET BACK HERE AND HAND ME MY CHILD

[bbbbbbbbatman]

I want a Timkon clone baby where tim realises he’s kind of batshit insane right now and not equipped to raise an infant, so he leaves the baby on the manor doorstep and disappears into thin air to do a martial arts eat pray love until he’s sane again because he doesn’t know what therapy is. And now Bruce is not only a first time grandpa but a first time infant caregiver and he’s been thrown into the deep end with an alien baby who instead of pissing on him when he’s being changed can shoot lasers at him, scream so loud it shakes the foundations and launch projectiles at people with TTK. He has to wear a full bomb proof batsuit to change the little guy and has ma Kent on speed dial

Bruce, calling Clark at 2:47 am: Clark, I need your help, it's an emergency

Clark, who has never heard Batman ask for help so directly, knows whatever's going on must be truly dire: What is it? What do you need? I can be there right away

Bruce, desparate: I need your mother's phone number

Clark, not sure what emergency could be solved by his mother in the middle of the night: ...My mother's...phone number?

*loud crash in the background, followed by crying*

Clark: Um...what exactly is going on?

Bruce, using the bat voice: Your. Mother's. Phone number. Now

[ducktu]

For my own take on Timkon baby clon au I'd like to imagine Bruce going everywhere with his grandson.

Imagine this:

But is Bruce Wayne with his grandson going to a meeting in WE.

Is all the family occupied on their own things that they cannot babysit the child so Bruce had to take him with him? Absolutely no, everyone is free, but Bruce wanted to show him to everyone in WE.

Cue all the workers, from interns to the shareholders cooing the baby and seeing (maybe forcedly) the 300 pics Bruce took of the baby eating breakfast today.

I'm living for proud grandpa Bruce ok.

[kit04kat]

Does anyone have any fic recs where Tim is raising both timkon clone baby and rastim clone baby? With lots of funny moments pls and thank you 🙏

[setare7x]

timkon clone baby is my favourite thing ever

that's it, that's the post

[spookyprime]

My I request Conner and his clone baby both with sunglasses cause they cool

The reason I don’t draw kon more often is that I find him unbelievably difficult to draw