#age regressor Tim Drake

[crysabie]

Little brother age regressor Tim Drake and Big brother carer Jason Todd!!!

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As we all know, I'm multi-fandom, but I haven't been into DC for a while. But then I read this super cute fic and just had to make these! I love a hurt/comfort Jason and Tim fic, and I feel like Jason would love to take care of someone and Tim wants to take off the cowl/be taken care of once in a while. Not pictured here is, of course, the Biggest Brother^TM, Dick. Maybe I'll do him later?

- Sabie 🩷🤎🩶

[mae-kent]

pushing my age regressor tim drake narrative once again

it’s like all the adorable de-aging fics, but he remembers everything. he just wants some comfort.

regressor tim seeking out jason in crime alley, breaking into his safe house and just curling up on his bed because he’s sad and jason was Robin so what’s he gonna do? the worst he could do is beat him up a little or kick him out and it would be worth it anyways.

regressor tim after red robin missing when dick actually felt like his brother and just showing up at his apartment in bludhaven and asking to play scrabble even though they haven’t spoken outside of work in weeks.

[cceerreess]

Boyreg icons

Personal headcanons :3

[greenlantrns]

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[pawtrolling]

regressor!tim drake ♡ + headcanons

[babiestbubbles]

Consequences

(A character study/analysis that kind of stumbled its way into being a drabble?)

I absolutely love when people play around with the consequences that Jack and Janet's neglect would have on Tim, and the ways it would foster a desperation for affection/attention with little to no regard for the cost or consequences. But I hate when people write it off as, "Bruce saves sad sad Tim from his neglectful parents. Tim finally gets the love he wants and deserves. They live happily ever after." (I'm using affection and attention interchangeably here to denote the same concept of positive recognition)

Because, while i do absolutely think that Tim's neglect, coupled with the intrinsic human desire for companionship and positive attention, would result in a desperation for affection. I don't think it would be that two dimensional. I think that instead Tim with end up with a really complicated relationship with affection.

I think it would play out more like, Pre-Bruce Tim really wanting affection, fantasizing about being saved/cared for, and constantly oscillating between self blame + fear that he brought his neglect upon himself and anger or resentment towards his parents for neglecting him.

But then post-adoption? (induction? whatever?) Tim, watching his fantasies be fulfilled and being absolutely revolted by it. Tim who craves affection so badly, deflecting or avoiding attention and affection when he does get it. Being uncomfortable when faced with the same acts of care he'd spent years yearning for. Running from family dinners and movie nights and any form of platonic intimacy, locking himself away in his room and isolating to avoid the discomfort that bubbles under his skin.

But also immediately regretting it. Locking himself away only to sit in his bedroom and yearn for something that's right outside of his door. Pushing away anyone's attempts to be close to him or care for him, but then being devastated when people pull back and give him space.

Him sneaking out and going to parties, acting out, breaking things all over the manor all for the same attention he pushed away when spoon fed. Him having no regard for consequences because everything he breaks could be replaced, and the worst that could happen to him when he sneaks out is ending up sick, and thus not expecting to be punished or reprimanded.

Because of this, I really see Tim being entirely caught off guard when presented with punishment and consequence. Begging Bruce not to bench him, apologizing, desperately trying to bargain, barter, or hell blackmail his way out of trouble, all to no avail.

And Tim subsequently throwing a literal tantrum as he realizes there's no getting out of this. Because this is the first time Tim has ever been faced with a punishment that contains no loophole or means of negotiating his way out. A punishment he KNOWS will be personally fufilled/carried out by Bruce. Unlike Janet and Jack's approach that Tim is used to, where they rarely cared enough to even remember the punishment, not to mention follow through. Meaning Tim's being faced with, for all intents and purposes, his very first real consequence/punishment as a result of his actions. And that, the unequivocal nature of his punishment makes Tim feel trapped. It’s suffocating, terrifying, and entirely uncharted territory for Tim, which results in his 14 yr old grown ass literally throwing himself on the floor sobbing begging Bruce to let up. Because he feels so absolutely helpless in his situation, he's begged and he's pleaded and he's tried everything he could think of and none of it's working and he has no idea what to do with himself, how to react. He cannot comprehend his newfound lack of autonomy at all and it results in him literally melting down on floor of the manor hoping that it will somehow change the circumstances, or at the very least relieve the caged desperation thrashing in his chest.

And Bruce is absolutely shellshocked to see this 14 yr old straight up collapse into tears so, for a couple seconds, he's just kind of frozen, not sure what to do. And this only upsets Tim more, because on top of the insufferable affection and now overbearing rules and damning punishments, Now? When Tim needs him the most? Is when Bruce decides he's done with the whole caring parent act? Now is when he's being deprived of affection and soothing? When it's the only thing that could possibly make the world around him stop spinning?

And the further frustration manifests in like, the meltdown evolving from just crying and a bit of kicking, to incoherent and self destructive distress. Head hitting, hair pulling, biting, scratching, clawing at himself anything to make the feeling go away, anything to distract him from the fact that everything is wrong and awful and miserable and there's no escaping any of it.

And it's this transition into physically harmful behavior that snaps bruce out of his little trance and has him bending down to meet Tim on the floor. Shushing him and trying his best to comfort Tim knowing full well that every other instance in which he's tried this has ended with Tim making a break for it before Bruce could get more than a sentence out.

Except this time is different. This time Tim is tiny and helpless and heartbreakingly overwhelmed thrashing on the floor. This time Tim is that tiny broken 5 year old, begging the parked cars in the garage to bring his parents back. This time Tim doesn't *want* the comfort, he *needs it*.

And he clings to it like a lifeline. His arms are trembling in Bruce’s hold, and he continues to thrash and fight for a minute, as he fights for shuddering wet breaths. But after a few seconds of soothing, the fighting subsides, and Bruce drops his wrists in favor of wrapping the boy in a hug. Tim refuses to let him go. For the rest of the night.

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[alittleplaytime]

Tim Drake Stimboard!!

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🌼 media: dc comics (primarily teen titans)

🐝 age appropriate? depends. dc has shown to be darker than marvel on many fronts and most of their comics are 13+, so i recommend checking any warnings before reading and remember, it's okay to put anything down if it's not for you! <3

🍯 rqd by: anon! <3

🌻 note: it was really hard finding stims with all the colours, i'm so sorry!! also added the bi stim because of his pride special hehe

[timbit-cirque]

ᓚᘏᗢ Tim Drake clown stimboard.

˗ˏˋ Silly clown regressor time! ˎˊ˗

[littleprincerianne]

Hiii, not sure if your requests are open but i looovvveee your mood boards and it would make my day if you could do a mood or outfit board for Tim Drake from DC (´∀｀)♡ /nf

- @pawtrolling

why's it only now occurring to me that robin isn't robin's real name... ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

[pummoosun]

Agere Tim moodboard (Jason's there, cuz hes so cg in that panel lol)

[pekejscatbed]

Band-aids and too many scars | Jason Todd centric

info/warnings:

SFW age regression, little! Jason, slight cg! Bruce, slight cg! Alfred, lots of fluff with a dash of angst (only a sentence)

batman masterlist

song: little space - sxye

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It's not the first time Jason finds himself in this position, breaking into Wayne Manor and crawling through his adoptive dads bedroom window while said dad is away at some fancy gala or work meeting, and it's also not the first time that Bruce's bedroom window has been left unlocked and Jason wonders if it's on purpose- if Bruce is aware of what his second son is doing, breaking into his room and regressing to the age of a child to relive the childhood he didn't get to experience, and if Bruce is intentionally leaving the window unlocked to make Jason's feats easier. Either way, Jason tries not to think about it too much, because he really doesn't want Bruce to know about his regression, even if Bruce is the one person Jason craves when he's slipped into that state of mind, and instead he just chooses to believe that the constantly unlocked window is merely a coincidence.

Today, Bruce is attending one of the many galas Alfred urges him to go to in attempt to keep up appearances, and Alfred is with him as part of his "butler duties" as he calls them. Dick is still in Blüdhaven, Tim is on a date with his boyfriend, and Damien is... Jason isn't sure actually- that kid can disappear- but he's not at the manor, so Jason's happy (yes, Jason stalks his family, so what? it's not weird-). Since no one is home, it's the perfect time for Jason to indulge in his coping mechanism, which just so happens to involve breaking into his dad's bedroom, yes- but, in Jason's defense, being in the head space of child makes him crave his childhood home and the comforting smell of his Daddy's cologne, okay?

Speaking of his Daddy, little Jay is currently sitting on his Daddy's king-sized bed, pulling little gear out of the small, black backpack he brought with him. The first item Jay pulls out is his black bat Hello Kitty stuffed animal, a Beanie Baby Halloween plush in an orange outfit with details in the same color. Next, he pulls out two coloring books, the first being Superhero themed and the second being of the Lisa Frank brand; he also grabs a few small packages of crayons. The last thing Jay grabs from his bag is his pacifier, black with a red handle, decorated with a small array of stickers.

Jay slips the paci into his mouth, lightly suckling, and opens his Lisa Frank coloring book; he flips to a page of a girl in a princess dress, standing on what looks like a castle wall, a vase of flowers on the floor next to her. Grabbing a light brown crayon, Jay colors her skin first, then switches the color to a dark purple to color the girls curly hair, lips, and eyeshadow. Next, he grabs hot pink to color her dress, switching to a light pink to color the big bow on the front of her gown. Jay then moves onto the flowers, filling them in with different shades of purple and pink, then colors the vase with a orange-ish-brown. Finally, Jay colors the castle walls grey, switching between dark and light shades for every other brick.

The little continues coloring for a while, filling in a couple more pages, the last he does being a picture of Batman from his Superhero book, a present for his Daddy when he's finished, though he knows he'd never actually give it to the man (Jay wipes away the tears building up in his eyes with a sniffle, wishing the thought away). Once the picture is fully colored, Jay smiles at his work with pride, before a small yawn escapes his lips, muffled by his paci. His eyes start to close and his shoulders begin to droop, and the boy realizes just how sleepy he is and lies down on side, curling in on himself and grabbing his Hello Kitty stuffie to cuddle up to his chest. In his small, sleepy state, Jay falls asleep in the comfort of his Daddy's bed, forgetting that he really isn't supposed to be there in the first place.

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When Bruce comes home and steps into his room, the last thing he expects to see is his second son asleep on his bed with a stuffed animal in his arms, an adult pacifier in his mouth, and a mess of crayons and coloring books next to the boy's body. The man takes in the sight before him, a fond, although slightly confused, smile on his lips.

Alfred comes up behind Bruce, wondering why his Master has stopped in the middle of his doorway with a genuine happiness on his face, though the butler immediately understands when his eyes lay on Jason, and he smiles, too, then whispers, "It seems Master Jason has made a mess. Shall I clean up for him?"

Bruce nods, though advises Alfred to be quiet, careful, not wanting to risk waking his sleeping son, then lightly walks towards his closet to change out of his suit and into more comfortable clothes. Alfred understands and quietly puts away all the crayons in their respective boxes, going as far as to put them in color order, then moves to pick up the coloring books, eyes widening when he sees the open page of a fully colored Batman. The butler waves over Bruce, who is pulling on a shirt, and shows him the carefully colored picture, hand drawn hearts covering the border as well as the single word, "Daddy".

Grinning, Bruce takes in the picture, asking Alfred to rip it out of the coloring book for Bruce to keep (Alfred has always been better at tearing along perforated lines than Bruce). Alfred does as asked, then gently puts the packages of crayons and coloring books into the backpack at the end of the bed, making sure to keep the Batman page out. As he does this, Jason shivers from his spot on Bruce's bed, a mumbled, "Daddy" falling from his lips as his pacifier gently slips out of his mouth and onto the bed next to him. Both Alfred and Bruce smile warmly at the sight, and Bruce grabs the fuzzy blanket at the end of his bed and gently covers his son with it. He then grabs the pacifier, asking Alfred to clean it off, then slowly pushes it back between his sons' lips. Once Jason is warm and comfortable, and the bed is clean, Bruce and Alfred both quietly make their way out of the bedroom, Bruce slowly shutting the door behind him with the coloring page in hand.

Together, the Master and his butler search the internet for answers to Jason's behavior and learn about the terms Age Regression and Little Space, quickly understanding the coping mechanism and how and why it would benefit Jason.

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When Jason wakes up, all his coloring tools are put away, and moonlight shines in through the window he came in. His eyes widen, realization setting in; someone saw him. Quickly, Jason shoves his pacifier and stuffed animal into his bag, momentarily pausing when he comes across a plastic baggie filled with chocolate chips cookies. A light blush spreading across his tanned cheeks, Jason shakes his head, leaving the same way he came in.

(He eats the cookies when he gets to his apartment, the taste immediately giving away who baked them: Alfred. Jason smiles.)

[unluckystarboy]

Uhhhh

I'm kinds sorta writing this for @ramsywasalittlelamb cause they're rly coolandiadmirethemandirlyliketheirficslolanyways-

This is a tim drake fiction based around the kind of fiction ramsy writes (they're rly cool you should like, go check them out) anyways, onto the story. This has angst with some comfort btw lolol

Tw for cursing and angst (sorry if you guys don't rly like that it's just kinda based on my experiences with this topic kinda so-)

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Cuckoo

It wasn't his fault. None of it was.

Not his parents leaving him to go on digs or to go away for business meetings and such, not for having to spend most of his childhood alone in his big house. Not being able to experience a some-what normal childhood like most of the world did. Well, if you could consider normal childhoods like figuring out which Rouge, villain, or hero you'd wanna be for Halloween and risk the chance of that hero or villain seeing you out like that and taking a picture with you at least.

And it wasn't like Tim was jealous that he didn't get a "normal" childhood- or life for that matter! His parents provided safety, a large mansion that he graciously lived in for most of his life, food, access to just about anything technology wise, and utilities! Most gothamites didn't even have three of those things. Just because of the fact that he didn't have a some-what normal childhood didn't mean that Tim was jealous of other people for that. Heck, he should be grateful!

Then why did he have this feeling in the back of hit throat whenever he was stressed out when cases were loaded onto him? Why did he start to feel a bit to overwhelmed than usual when things with his share of WE and Red Robin got to much? It didn't use to be like this, well, maybe it was. Maybe he just didn't really notice it before. Or maybe he did, maybe he did notice it and just push it down with every other burden in his life.

Yeah he's gone through a crazy ton of stuff, who hasn't? For Christ's sake, at least he still had basic necessities. And he had somewhat of a family, it was more than what was offered to him when he was birthed at least. Yeah they were a handful, and stressful- but that was only because they cared about him. At least he thinks so, it would make sense if they didn't. As a matter of fact he knows they probably don't as much. He was just a placeholder, a pretender. Heck, he stalked them for Christ's sake. He's a weirdo. It's been made known multiple, times before. Dick wanted to send him away to Arkham when Bruce "died", Jason tried to kill him, heck they still weren't on the bestest of terms after that. Damian tried to kill him on multiple occasions and resents him. Steph...

He scoffs, rolling his eyes a bit.

"Hell if I know with her anymore."

Red Robin and Nightwing were currently patrolling the west side of the city, near the docks. Nightwing had gone towards the outer city part of the docks, leaving Red Robin alone for the time being closer to the boats. Letting out a huff of air, RR leapt from shipping container to shipping container.

"S'not like they even need me..like, why the hell am I even here?..I jus' like-"

A minorly erupt thud comes from one of the shipping containers after RR lands on it rather roughly- the big bad bat wouldn't be proud at that one.

"Ow- shit-.. whatever. Jesus fuc- why in the world am I even here?? Like, really."

Red Robin softly taped his ear piece twice, connecting it to the line where Nightwing and Oracle where the only ones residing.

"It's a slow night..Wing, check in."

The line beeped once for confirmation.

"Nothing much here Red, I'm gonna head back to the cave before I leave for blud tomorrow. You should head back soon too."

RR squatted down onto the shipping container, "Will do wing. RR out." A soft beeping noise could be heard, letting him know that the line had been closed for the night.

Sighing, Red Robin leapt from container to container until finnally grappling onto a nearby building.

This is what he liked to do most, it was his favorite personal thing to do when he had first became Robin. Feeling the cool Gotham air fill his hair and lungs as he flew from rooftop to rooftop. It was like his form of a teenage rebellion. Defying all laws of gravity and life and just living. Just flying.

Seeing the cave entrance at last he snuck in silently, not like that make any differences, seeing as it required a DNA confirmation and retinal scan along with multiple passwords and confirmation in order to get in. Dicks request, after everything with Talon and the Court of Owls of course. Although Tim considered it overkill.

"Batman, Hood." Tim acknowledged. Earning a grunt and a roughened dismissal, "hey" in return.

Shedding his uniform and hitting the showers, letting the warm water run off of his hair and body. Letting his thoughts run free.

He must've been in there for a while, cause when he came to from his trance the locker room had become misty with steam. Drying off and changing clothes with haste, he finishes up and steps back out into the cave.

"Crap-"

He thinks, quickly noticing the shift in atmosphere from the hot bathroom and the seemingly icy one of the cave. He's gotta get outta here, the quick change from hot to cold does not pair well with having no spleen. In which no one on the team really knows about. It's not really their business anyways, if they really wanted to know more about him, the world's greatest detective could've just figured it out himself.

"Tim?" God damnit.

Tim halts midway up the stairway, "Yeah? Is there something you need B?"

"Yeah...come here for a moment please."

"Fuuuuckkkk" He mentally reprimanded himself.

Stepping down with as much haste as his already tired legs would let him, Tim walks up to Bruce and the Batcomputer.

"Yeah B? What's up?"

Without even turning towards him, Bruce hands Tim a large envelope. "This is new info on the Dowry case. New info showed up, the father apparently left the kid alone for weeks on end. I need you to investigate why he did and what he was doing during this time."

Tim opens the envelope slightly, glazing over its contents.

"Okay..thanks B." Tim rushes up the staircase and shuts the clock behind him. Great. Just great. Not only did he already have to try and push back that godforsaken feeling in his throat and head away, but he had to do even more paperwork and had the chance of catching a stupid cold. All just because dumb ol' Batsy couldn't wait until tomorrow to give him this case. He couldn't really blame Bruce for that though..that was stupid, and childish.

Mopely shrugging to his room and flopping lazily onto his bed, Tim rips open the envelope and sets down the paperwork and photographs. Cold, hard, evidence. Tim could do that, simple enough. Can't fuck up cold hard set in stone facts. This was good, this was something he was good at.

As the hours past, Tim had gotten so in the zone with this case it was almost solved. The dad was off in Kansas reliving his glory days for some strange reason, and in doing that had just left his kid off in their house to fend for themselves.

And that's when it hit him, hard.

He could see himself in the kid, little Timothy Jackson Drake. So mature for his age, so smart. He skipped a grade in school don't you know? He's able to fend for himself.

The kid was almost just like him in some aspects, same short black hair, pale skin, blue eyes- oh god-

His parents.

He could see his parents in those eyes.

Those eyes that were almost like his mother's. Those sharp, demanding eyes.

Tim hadn't even realized he was staring at the picture until water began to stain the photo, making it rise with bumps after a while.

Jesus, why was he even crying? S'not like it's even a big deal. He can take care of himself, maybe this kid couldn't but that was just because he was a kid!! Tim was different. Tim had been smarter than all the other kids in his grades he has straight A's, he excelled.

That was the difference between him and this kid.

He wouldn't understand the type of pain that this kid went through, he couldn't.

Then why was that feeling back stronger than ever? Why did he feel a blooming warmth in his chest, trying to fill that void? Why did his head feel light and misty like a cloud? And why did he kind of want it to take over?

Setting down the photo and leaning back, he runs his hands through his hair, sighing.

"I don't know what's wrong with me...what's wrong with me...why am I like this.."

Soft tears ran down rose pink cheeks, landing on the soft bedding below. What if..what if he let the mist take over? Just for once? Maybe just..softly. He didn't even know what that feeling was but, it seemed to slightly feel good. Maybe it would make him feel better if he laid down. Tim turned off his bedside lamp and got up.

Pulling up the covers, he got under them and closed his eyes. Slowly letting the warmth blossom in his chest and take over, drifting softly to sleep.

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Uhhhh so that's the story lemme know if you liked it and maybe I'll post a pt two, I also have an ao3 and I you guys like it i may post pt 2 (or of ramsy if you like it and want more parts I'd be glad to do so and put it on my ao3 lol)

[natsuki-bakery]

💛Dick grayson and Tim drake rubber duckies agere icons !

💛•sfw interactions only | read my dni !

[hirofall]

Tim Drake is an age regressor!!

[pawtrolling]

☆ ; reg!Tim Drake Headcanons

🦇 .. goes pretty much nonverbal and only points at stuff he wants; leave it to the detectives to find out what he's asking for, he cannot be bothered

🦇 .. big ageslider, mostly middle and toddler regression tho

🦇 .. likes doing age appropriate puzzles and playing board games, especially escape room like games

🦇 .. obsessed with garfield for some reason

🦇 .. accepts cuddles more easily, dick could not be happier

🦇 .. will nap anywhere, anytime

🦇 .. always takes his stuffed animal with him

🦇 .. does not ever want to get out of his pajamas

🦇 .. nicknames make him slip easier; his favorites are timmy, ducky and kiddo

🦇 .. only told alfred, kon and bruce at first but dick kinda figured it out

🦇 .. likes having playdates with bart (who's a permaregressor)

dividers ☆ dividers ☆ matching moodboard (by me)

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

If Anything Could Ever Be This Good Again.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/coJXxWl by ConnNotFromCyberlife Was it a little odd for Tim to do this? Maybe. Was it a great idea though? Absolutely. AKA Tim Drake gets nostalgic, plots, and regresses. Bruce, being a wonderful father, plays along with his son's plan. Title from Everlong - Foo Fighters Words: 1324, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake's Parents Relationships: Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: His parent's are only mentioned though, and alfred has a minor role in this fic, agere, Age Regression/De-Aging, Regressor Tim Drake, Caregiver Bruce Wayne, Nostalgia, inner child therapy, I love that tag, Pacifiers, Stuffed Toys, Aurora makes a comeback!!, shes becoming attached to me and my fics im sorry, Tim Drake-centric, baby regression, Baby space, question mark, Tim regresses to a baby because he is one, Touch-Starved Tim Drake, he just doesn't realize it, Bruce Wayne is Good With Kids, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Grandparent Alfred Pennyworth, bc yes he is. alfred is amazing, once again you're getting this before tumblr bc ur special, dont tell tumblr i said that though, someone said this tag was unnecessary last time, but better safe than sorry!!, DO NOT SHIP, Comfort, Comfort No Hurt, Fluff, Autistic Tim Drake, not huge or important to the story, but its there i promise, Not Beta Read, i wrote this at 3am during a migraine and on 6 cups of coffee, ill review it when i get the chance read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/coJXxWl