#Timothy drake wayne

[spicy-apple-pie]

tbf he does get mixed up with cass a lot lol

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[robintimate]

fess to impress

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63215242

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63215242

Fandom: DCU

Pairing: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne (Platonic)

Word Count: 3.8k

Tags: Complete, Light Angst, Hopeful Ending, De-Aged Tim Drake, Fanon > Canon

Part 2 of a little too late (series of tiny tim)

Premise:

It had been perplexing, and especially vexing to find out that Drake's favourite was not Richard. Everyone had always assumed it must be the first Robin because of the way Drake acted around him– he hardly ever tried to hide the shine in his eyes around Nightwing. So to hear from this child version of Drake that Todd was his favourite? Seeing him cling onto Todd like he had hung the stars in the sky– Damian was annoyed.

But after reflecting over it for the past few hours, Damian had reluctantly come to the conclusion that he was not annoyed on behalf of Richard. He was annoyed because he had always assumed that Drake would never say he is the best Robin because Richard would always take first place. But now, as it turns out, Todd took first place. That automatically put Damian in last place.

This would not do.

•

or, Damian tries to impress Tim so that the other will think of him as a good Robin. He finds out some other important things instead.

[leonneon1422]

Ok but, what if there's a Kon Kent centric AU that goes like this??

Kon is sent by Luthor to seduce Tim, to get as much information about the Waynes as posible.

Maybe Luthor had been sending Kon to seduce people for some time now, which would make Kon kinda experienced at it by now.

As Kon would have been doing this for much time now, he would know how most people act in different situations, especially because the targets are mainly rich people(most of who should be in horny jail).

So Kon's mentally prepared for some degradating comments here and there, like comments about how he's lucky he's pretty with how "cutely dumb" he is, or maybe even some of those comments that rich assholes do when you're way too pretty so they *know* they can't make you dubout it, like: "you're so beautiful, baby. Don't ever let that change." Kon had learned that one's a clasic, they lower your self esteem so low that you fell like you don't deserve anything, which leads to you feeling extra special or flustred when they give you even the slightes bit of attention(he was teached this by Luthor before being sent to do it for the first time).

He's fully prepared to get those comments at least twice a day from Timothy Drake-Wayne, who is his current target.

Luthor had said: "The target is one of Gotham's playboys, and my son just so happends to be absolutely breath taking to the sigth." And he wasn't wrong, Tim was DOWN.

But it's Tim who we're talking about here, so of *course* he's not down in the way everyone else had been down before, Tim is somehow *actually* captivated by Conner's charm-AGAIN- Not in the expected way. First he though he would just toy around with Kon for some time, and then just forget about him, but in one of their "dates", Kon slipped up just a little from his "dumb and pretty boytoy" persona, and he was acctually himself by accident.

And Tim surprised himself being increadibly amused and actually kind of endeared by Kon's just newly discovered actual personality.

So Tim is down bad, and he asks Kon to be more relxed and not so "Oh, i'd do whatever you want me to" coded, because what Kon had veen doing had been the classic "Giggle-twirling his hair-just smiling and nodding-hand in bicep" combo that he always used with everyone, so Kon started being himself more but not as much, still cautious and being as charming as posible.

But Kon is slowly starting to fall for Tim too, because he was mentally prepared for a normal playboy kind of guy, but he was surprised with how gentle and caring Tim acctually was to him, so he strated falling for Tim, even when he keept reminding himself that Tim was just using that to get exactly IT, to get Kon to fall for him like a fool, and Kon was *not* gonna get fooled nor played with, he wasn't *that* stupid(also, he was the one who is supose to be fooling Tim in this, not the other way around!!).

So the whole trope is about Kon trying not to fall for Tim(which is already a failed case because he's already down BAD) while Tim is just really in love with this pretty guy.

All of this while Luthor keeps giving Conner a hard time and pressuring him to milk as much info out of Tim as possible.

Let's say that somehow, Luthor manages to poison Clark with something, could be both Clark and Jon, maybe ever Kara. And he uses this to manipule Kon, being Luthor the only one with the antidote(it would be better if it didn't reallycure them, but keept them alive, still weak, but alive, like some kind of medicine, so Conner needs to stay serving Luthor kind of like forever).

So it's going to be all the more painfull when Tim finds out, because we know he's gonna go FERAL, feeling betrayed and all that angsty stuff, because he trusted Kon, and he thinks that Kon just was a gold digger or something, when Kon just wants to protect his family.

So let's make Kon suffer, not because he deserves it, but because i simply like to make my fav characters suffer.

He's all stressed with everything, because his family is sick, and Luthor is pressuring him, and then it gets worst because Tim finds out and he decides to get revenge by not being gentle nor caring anymore.

So now he's stressed because Tim is always pissed and he's not the loving boy he was dating anymore, and Luthor might be pressuring even more, all of this while his family is still sick.

So yeah, have yall ever think of this?? :)

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

As Bruce grows older into his 50's or 60's the paparazzi and people crowding him becomes less and he thinks that people have finally decided that Bruce is too old to be attractive or mainstream and he's actually super fine with it and makes jokes( more like sarcastic remarks) about it. But in reality they've grown more freaky cause instead of looking wrinkly and a sappy old man the level of cunt he serves grows everyday,he doesn't look like a snack he looks like a buffet, 13 year olds are using his pics as the cover pages of their mafia wattpad stories, he looks majestic, absolute dilf, we don't talk about the amount of tags he's birthed just by ageing on ao3, and hes still an absolute UNIT, the reason he's not heard about it yet cause the batkids are blocking the shit OUT with all of their will and strength cause it doesn't matter if all of them are full grown adults they're still all like-THATSMYDADGETAWAYFROMHIMHEDOESN'THAVETIMEFORYOUHESBUSYBEINGOURDAD

[mantimae]

Just after dusk the birds go silent.

🌘🪶🦇♥️

Non-phone camera version under the cut

[sanguinesmi1e]

When Danny Phantom appears in the Batcave, everyone expects he's there for Jason. Whether to cleanse him of Lazarus water, or pull him into the afterlife it depends on the person, but what no one expects is that he's there for Tim.

Meanwhile, Danny doesn't mind dealing with some ectopoisoning while he's in the neighborhood, but the real reason Clockwork sent him to Gotham is to retether Red Robin to the time stream so he can finally age to adulthood. He has spent way too long as a teenager, and no one seems to be noticing.

[mylifeingotham]

[chocor0se]

when tim is working as the ceo of WE in public half of the time he’s the perfect figure, looking fancy and being respectful while also being intimidating when he needs to be. the other half he’s so tired he just starts cussing at annoying people and flipping them off.

[astronomic-explorer]

god dc fanon is actually crazy. "dck was gonna put tim in arkham!" BITCH HE TOLD TIM TO GO TO THERAPY 😭

[nova-lunosi]

Just a boy 🎂

[spicy-apple-pie]

You could say they get along like... a house on fire...

sorry

Commission Info / Kofi

[ambriel-angstwitch]

Jason: Why are my hands shaky?

Tim: Your skeleton is ready to hatch

Jason: This is so ominous thank you

[y0-yo-yo]

Anything you'd like to share with the class Timothy 🤨

(from young justice 1998 issue 1)

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

I've always seen fics or prompts of Bruce wanting to be a father to his children when they were younger/toddlers so that he could save them from the pain they went through and also fix his own mistakes

but I want a fic where the batkids(jason,tim,cass, Damian,not dick cause he had a good childhood with his parents,any other kid who may have had bad/kinda bad childhood) are around or are seeing footage of when Bruce is trying to calm down a baby whether as batman with the JL after evacuation or Bruce wayne in any situation generally

and for the first time realising what could have been if they got to bruce earlier, thought of something they never did before, and felt jealous of the way their dad hums to the baby, knowing that he would have down the same to them, he would have been amazing, and wished that their paths had crossed so much earlier, wanting to be a teensy child to their father

not necessarily so he can save them from pain, just to be his stupid child,for him to wipe at their mouth when they eat too messy, and for him to be encouraging them for their first steps, humming to them and rocking them asleep at late nights even when he's tired.

[kiki-lulu]

Red Robin ❤️

[sanguinesmi1e]

A Round Door Like a Porthole, Lazarus Green Pt. 1 (you're here) Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Wayne Enterprises didn’t really need a small business specializing in “ecto-weapons” invented by self-purported ghost hunters, but S.T.A.R. Labs tipped Lucius Fox off that Lex Luthor was trying to buy an obscure little company in Illinois, and thwarting Luthor was always worthwhile. Now Tim just had to figure out what to do with all the equipment and the concerningly large arsenal of guns and things that looked like normal household items but seemed to have other, horrific purposes. He would have laughed at the way they slapped “Fenton” in front of every invention name (do ghost hunters really need a Fenton thermos? Won’t a normal thermos keep their coffee hot just as well? Are ghosts like trout, to be caught with a Fenton Ghost Fisher which just looks like a normal fishing rod but glow-in-the-dark. And what the fuck even is a Fenton Peeler!?), but he thought with some chagrin about the batarangs, batmobile, and everything else that had “bat” as a prefix in the batcave. 

However, of all the things Tim hadn’t expected to find when he flew out to do an inventory of assets after they bought the business sight-unseen, a portal generating a Lazarus Pit in gaseous form was probably at the top of his list. He didn’t even know that Lazarus water could change states from a liquid to a gas like that. Maybe there actually was something to the whole ghost thing. He supposed that it made sense for ghosts to exist, after all Deadman was part of Justice League Dark. Speaking of. . . he should see if Bruce could call in someone from JLD to assess things. He was feeling decidedly out of his depth.

John Constantine did not like to consult for mega corporations like Wayne Enterprises, but Batman had specifically requested he go check something out and he figured, where's the harm? 

There. 

There’s the harm. 

It turned out the “thing” he’d been called in to look at is a machine that can tear open a stable portal into the Infinite Realms. That is not something that should be possible. That is not something technology should be capable of achieving. That is definitely not something that should exist. Bloody hell, what had the Bats roped him into!?

This really should have been Zatana’s job. Or Deadman’s. Hell, Raven or Secret would be preferable. Because John would prefer not to be dealing with this. In fact, he would prefer to be back in literal Hell than deal with the crazy shit in the Infinite Realms. Could John handle demons, archangels, and even gods? Yeah. He can bind or exorcize most supernatural threats. Does that mean he relishes the idea of going toe to toe with heavy hitters from the Infinite Realms? Absolutely not. 

Some beings who lived there were just little blob ghosts made from ectoplasm and emotion. Some were the restless undead who could not or would not cross over to their afterlives. And some were the embodiments of concepts like nature, destructive weather, and dreams. He wasn’t sure where Death fit into the Realms, whether she ruled or visited, or if it was actually just an extension of her, but he didn’t really want to find out. There were many things John could defeat. Death wasn’t one of them. And now he was looking at a portal into a realm where the living were not meant to be. 

Danny hadn’t returned to Fenton Works since graduating high school. It turned out that he was less anxious when he was not living with people who fantasized about “tearing him apart molecule by molecule” and thought that discussing their plans to dissect him (although he maintained that it would be a vivisection since he’s only half dead) made for fascinating dinner conversation. Who would have thought that his constant stress, anxiety, and insomnia were caused by environmental factors? He’d been unpacking things with a very nice therapist his sister helped him find, and seen great improvements in his mental health. It really helped that she was dead too, and unlike Spectra she didn’t feed off the misery of her patients.

Danny hadn’t intended to ever return to Fenton Works, but when Jazz told him that Jack and Maddie sold their life's work to Wayne Enterprises and a multibillionaire playboy was about to have unfettered access to the Ghost Zone, he was. . . concerned. To say the least. And that was why he was in the middle of doing some light sabotage when Tim Drake-Wayne and a guy in a trenchcoat who reeked of cigarette smoke entered the basement lab. It’s why he was hiding under the Specter Speeder removing the ecto-engine, and there to overhear the conversation that followed.

“So, am I right in thinking that’s a Lazarus Pit?” Tim asked Constantine.

The older man stared at the portal, then at Tim, then at the portal for an uncomfortably long time. Then he pulled out a flask and drained half its contents before saying, “Yes and no. That is basically the same substance as the pits, but I think that this does something else entirely. It seems like this machine basically functions as a summoning circle, but instead of pulling one entity from one side to the other, this is just an open doorway that is perpetually pulling in anything or anyone who gets within its sphere of influence.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good thing, John.”

“It’s really not,” 

“So what does that mean, is it like a blown hatch in space causing rapid depressurization?” Tim felt a little ill at the thought. “What is it even pulling into our world?”

“No, no. Nothing so dramatic as that. It’s more like, hm, so the way summoning circles work is they invite or compel a specific entity to manifest, by basically making a one-way magical portal for them. This portal is kinda like an invitational summoning, which entices, but doesn’t force anyone to enter. Usually a summoning will have a purpose though, and the being you summon will be offered a deal. If this is doing what I think it is and pulling citizens of the Infinite Realms through and leaving them on this side without a contract or direction, they’re probably getting pretty frustrated and causing havoc. It’s like offering someone a job in another country so they have to get a visa and uproot everything, only to get off the plane and find an empty office, no housing, and no paycheck.” John lit up a cigarette and took a drag.

Tim wrinkled his nose, but knew from long experience that it wasn’t worth it to argue about American tobacco restrictions in the workplace with Constantine, especially while the man was doing him a favor. Also, the man looked like he really needed either a cigarette or another drink, and he’d prefer second hand smoke to a drunk sorcerer. “So then why hasn’t this town been overrun by these beings from the Infinite Realms?”

“Good question kid, but what I really want to know is how is this portal staying open? Really, how was it opened in the first place is the most pressing issue.” John mused.

Tim had already located the blueprints for the portal while waiting for Constantine, but either the Fentons had intentionally falsified the documents to seem plausible just long enough to make off with the money, or he just didn’t understand enough of the interaction between physics and the occult to comprehend how the portal could possibly function. 

He flipped back through the blueprints while the blond man sat cross legged in front of the swirling green portal and his low, distracted mutterings took on the cadence of a chant. The curl of smoke from his lit cigarette unfurled into some kind of spell array, and began to glow. Huh, maybe Tim shouldn't be too quick to judge him for tobacco misuse. Tim triple checked the flat file for any more information about the portal, and came up empty handed.

John, meanwhile, kept chanting as the magical array grew and spread to encompass the entire entrance to the portal. At last he stopped speaking and stood up, stepping back to double check his work. “Alright, Drake. You might wanna close your eyes for this one. It’s gonna be bright,” he said, popping his cigarette back between his lips. Then he stepped forward and blew a mouthful of smoke on the center of the array. The smoke caught against the softly glowing lines, pushing them until they floated back and collided with the nebulous green swirls and, despite Tim closing his eyes, flashed so incandescently white he could see them through his eyelids.

“OW! Fuck!!” John clutched his face, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. “I’m doubling my consulting fee,” he grumbled under his breath.

“You alright?” Tim asked, blinking spots out of his vision.

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec.” He too was blinking now. “That was not supposed to be so bright.”

“I’m assuming it worked though.”

“It had bloody well better ’ave worked.” The older man squinted at the slightly dimmer lines which still shone painfully bright against the green. “Oh. Yeah, that worked. Fuck. . .”

“What?” Tim looked on in alarm as Constantine pressed a hand over his mouth. 

“Oh man. What wanker did you say created this portal?”

“Presumably Drs. Madeline and Jack Fenton. Why?” He drew the last syllable out skeptically. 

“Because, they opened this portal with a child sacrifice, and bound his death and all the lost life potential to their bloody machine to create a perpetual gateway to the Infinite Realms.”