#and tim lives in a BOAT

[ruedhood]

good news i finished Tim Drake : Robin, bad news i need More i want More i crave More i should've had a DC interest back when this was on going because i would've been the biggest hypeman ever.

Tim Drake unaware king, he doesn't know he lives in a place that would be the Top One Spot for hiding twenty bodies stitched together like the second coming of human centepede.

this also shows timbern loserboyxloserboy they are both losers about each other. they are so whipped with each other. i bet they sleep with the other in their mind and they twirl their hair while thinking of the other. Losers.

it also showed the 'vigilante is accused that they are dating their Own Vigilante Self' and its Funny

in conclussion, read Tim Drake : Robin so you can see him as a badass vigilante and the most loserboy boyfriend ever. he Cannot lie to bernard, he is Whipped.

[shyjusticewarrior]

Damian Living On Tim's Murder Boat AU Part 3

Bernard, singing: A single mom who works two jobs, she loves her kids and never stops~

Damian: Dowd keeps singing that song over and over, I think he's broken.

Tim: You're thinking of records, not people.

Bernard: Do you like the mloukhieh I made you?

Damian: It's not as good as my mother's, of course.

Bernard: Of course.

Damian: But it's an acceptable replacement.

Damian: What do you organize your books by? It's not alphabetical, it's not genre, it's not date of publishing.

Damian: It's not something pedestrian as color of the cover. So what is your system?

Tim: Vibes.

Damian: What?

Tim: Vibes.

Damian: What?!

[ruestheday]

i need more of tim’s fuck ass boat house in fanfiction

[littlepikmins]

Tim Drake living on a boat is silly and fun and can you imagine the Marina around Halloween?! I imagine all of Tim's neighbors put up a ton of decorations on their boats and Tim doesn't really have much time to decorate with everything he has going on, so Bernard insists he can decorate for him and gets really into it.

Because of villains like Scarecrow Gotham can definitely be dangerous around Halloween but maybe this year it actually ends up being a normal Halloween night and nothing bad happens.

So when Tim goes out on patrol and the comms are quiet and things are fine, he heads back to the Marina after changing out of his Robin suit and by that point all of his neighbors are gathered together on the dock having a Halloween party (perhaps in Gotham, Halloween parties are more common than trick or treating since people are afraid to let their kids wander and instead people gather together at parties).

And when Bernard sees him, he takes his hand and brings him over to the others and they dance together and have a ton of fun!!

[basalting]

i read red robin finally and ill probably rant about it eventually but TIMOTHY…. YOU GENTRIFIED THE MURDER THEATRE!!!!!

[zuzuzuko]

hopefully other comic runs will just continue to ignore whatever the fuck Zdarsky is doing because the whole batfam moving in with Bruce is such a cringe idea

[introspectivememories]

bruce fucking hates tim's boat. and he tries so hard to not let it show but like bruce is a billionaire baby who's never lived in anything but a sprawling estate so it's just fucking hilarious. so it just ends up like

tim showing off his boat: and here's the kitchen! so what'dya think bruce? real nice huh? rent's cheap too

bruce calling upon all of his batman training to not actively recoil: it's... nice.

[jojosquires]

The next chapter.

In this week's episode, I attempt to write an actual, drawn-out fight scene. Did I succeed? Who knows, but my brain says that weird mid-2000s music plays in Tim's mind when he fights. Luckily, this is Nightwing's POV.

Featuring, two adults who have no clue what they're doing. Killer Croc. Two teens who are only slightly less competent than everyone else here. Pokemon card abuse, again. And significant name-dropping...or, because of the genre, mask-dropping (not literally, of course, they're professionals).

Read or don't. But please be smart out there in the world.

[batcavescolony]

Bernard: Hey Tim do you mind if I bring a friend with me to your place? He's really cool.

Tim: sure I don't mind

Bernard: good because I've already brought him this is my friend Lonnie.

Lonnie: capitalist scum!

Tim: no longer in a coma I see.

Bernard: what's going on here?

[rainbowonice]

was the cruise being 3 episodes even worth it cuz…

[takaraphoenix]

Not gonna lie, my favorite part of reading Batman-related comics is the way, from an outside view, it always gives off that dark and gloomy and very, very serious vibe. Since Batman doesn’t crack smiles while on the job.

But then you read into it and meet the fam and this man is just surrounded by some of the most dramatic bitches ever written in fiction, I mean gods damn it I just read the first meeting between Jason Todd and Tim Drake and this grown-ass man genuinely got a replica of his own Robin costume made so he could dramatically tear his clothes to shreds to reveal it before fist-fighting Tim in the basement of the Titans Tower.

Which had so much more impact because literally the comic I read before this was the Outsiders story where Jason Todd calls up Dick Grayson because he has evidence that proofs Jefferson Pierce didn’t kill anybody, but instead of telling Dick that like a normal person, he points a gun at Dick’s head. And instead of staying calm like a normal person, Dick immediately starts fist-fighting Jason.

Bruce Wayne, when picking Robins, was not looking for the most heroic, or the most orphaned or whatever, he was looking at them and going “this bad boy can fit So Much drama” and then signed the adoption papers.

[shyjusticewarrior]

My Damian on Tim's boat au is extra funny with the context of these panels

Tim Drake Robin vol 1

Harley Quinn (2021) #23

[oifaaa]

You know on the topic of tim being the most normal bat, atp if I do somehow end up reading a tim-centric fic it's almost exclusively civilian tim(minus the whole... oracle ripoff thing) because its so nice when he's actually allowed to not be 16 and robin forever and it's so easy to give him the normal college student gets into crazy batshit role

Also lots of steph content usually, I love me some good steph content

I'm all for people taking advantage of how easy it would of been for Tim not to have become Robin considering it all counts on Jason dying - exploring Tim's life and how he still makes the worst decisions to end up in terrible situations

[redsray]

IM SO GLAD PEOPLE ARE TALKING ABOUT TIM AND HIS MARINA BOAT. the part of that Robin run where he just appreciated himself and had the marina as a safe space and had those basically lesbian neighbours and the evil robin-cloning landlord and BERNARD'S BANDANA and how cluttered the entire boat is and UGHHH I LOVE IT ... I need to see more people talk about Tim's boat home.

@angrylittleenby I am so THRILLED to be the one to tell you that he not only has a boat, he is currently living out of the jankiest boat he rented in the Gotham Marina (though his landlord did turn out to be evil though so. maybe he owns it. most normal way to become a homeowner in 2024)

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny Pt.9

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"Fan-sea meeting you here. You must be Phantom!"

Danny slowly turned around, grin blinding. "I shore am. Who's asking?"

Danny knew exactly who was asking. Bludhaven's vigilante, Nightwing. If the giant dark blue bird emblazoned on the front of his suit didn't give it away, the friendly demeanor and the puns would have. Plus, now that Danny's figured out who Tim was, the rest were pretty simple dots to be connected.

"Hi. I'm Nightwing. Thanks for saving Batman."

"I am Phantom. You are welcome. Please lecture him on the necessity of keeping the waters clean."

"Uh, I think he knows," Nightwing grinned. “So, why are you cleaning Gotham’s bay? I heard the Atlantic is nice this time of year.”

“Exactly. This?” Danny flapped a gloved hand around them, specifically at the moldy docks and the paint scraped board. “This is not nice. If it were nice, I wouldn’t need to be cleaning it. Look at that paint! It’s flaking off into the water! Does Gotham not have proper boat maintainance? That’s dangerous for the waters and seafarers!”

“Woah, you know a lot about boats,” Nightwing commented, crossing his arms and leaning back. What the hero didn’t know was that he knew more about boats than Danny did, as Danny’s hyper fixation was more focused on space ships and Dick had education à la maison de Bruce Wayne which usually meant an absurd amount of information for someone who doesn’t actually use boats as a regular mode of transportation.

“Rust! Rust is very much a thing!” Danny ranted, using his ice to scoop up water and using it like a makeshift filter. “It weakens bonds! It’s a tetanus hazard! And oh, don’t even get me started on how you people mutated the ocean life!”

“Mutated ocean life? I’m pretty sure we hadn’t. It’s just a little weird, right?”

Without another word, Danny dove into the weird ecosystem that was the Gotham bay. He came back holding a wriggling green thing the size of a worm.

“Do you know what this is?” Danny demanded. The thing flopped around on his gloved hands.

“A sea monkey?”

“They’re brine shrimp. Brine. Shrimp. Do you know what regular brine shrimp look like???” Danny shoved the thing at Nightwing, who took a step back.

“Not like that?” He replied, a quizzical look on his face.

“No, not like that! What in the ancients is this?!” Danny waved the weird sea brine that had started glowing faintly, like Danny’s natural ectoplasm glow. “Far be it from me of all people to judge evolution but this was all man made!” Danny gently tossed the brine shrimp back into the bay. “Brine shrimp is staple food for the ocean! You’ve got weird brine shrimp? You’ve got weird fish! Why is it impossible for this place to, for even one day, refrain from dumping hazardous chemicals or dead bodies in the water?”

“Ooookay, how about we take a breather?” Nightwing quickly glanced around, trying to find something to change the subject, feeling oddly guilty at the earnest expression on the kid’s face. “Uh, I was actually wondering if you’d swing by the waters near Blüd?”

Danny crossed his arms. “I clean the waters as a past time because you humans don’t know how to keep it clean. I am not a personal, on call, seakeeper.”

“Batman will pay you for your time,” Dick offered. Danny straightened. Amity didn’t actually cost that much to live well, but Gotham was a whole other ball park. The rent might be dirt cheap for a city, but the special pricey little add ons such as gas masks and space level insulation on top of the sky high insurance policies were draining what’s left of his half dead soul. As they say, Danny was a city dweller first and Phantom second.

“How much, when, and I won’t fish up the bodies unless he pays me extra.”

“Four thousand base pay, extra one hundred per identity, fifty for bodies with no shades, and on the weekends.”

Danny straightened as his mother’s steel spine, Jazz’s whip sharp wit, and his own craftiness made their appearance as he bargained. “Five thousand. Rate agreed, but I can only do every other weekends and I’ll have to call out some days.”

“Okay.” Nightwing rocked back on his heels with an affable smile. It’s Bruce’s money and it’s going towards his probable future baby brother, after all, even if said baby brother is a dead immortal Atlantis founder. Or something.

Danny groaned. “You are supposed to bargain back. But I’ll take it.”

“Great! Who do we got tonight?” Nightwing looked down at the plastic/burlap wrapped person Danny dragged onto the shores a bit ago.

“The lake kept the body cold, so it should be preserved adequately if you want to examine him,” Danny tilted his head to the side, the flames of his hair tilting with him. “He said his name is Gorganzo Bean.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It’s a nickname he got for eating a whole can of beans straight.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it. Any more details?”

“Sure.”

When Danny reached to take the money from Nightwing, he found that the hero had tightened his grip on it.

Danny pointedly dropped his gaze from Nightwing’s face to the money.

“Wait. I- I heard from a source that you could possibly smell souls.”

Danny yanked the cash out of Nightwing’s hand and shoved it into his shoulder. If that didn’t confirm Nightwing’s identity, he doesn’t know what would other than the guy telling Danny who he was. “You’ve been speaking with Danny. Yes, I can.”

“Can you tell what’s wrong with my brother?” Nightwing blurted out.

Danny stared at him, his legs flickering in and out to his tail form. “…Other than dressing in probably leather or Kevlar and going out to beat criminals with his bare hands?”

Nightwing opened and closed his mouth. He coughed awkwardly. “Other than that. Why is he- um, stinky? Soul-wise,” Nightwing added, clearly humoring the tinny little voice at the base of his temples that was an annoyed Red Hood saying that he showered. “He showers often. And is definitely not stinky body odor wise.”

“I am not a doctor. Well, not now anyways,” Danny said, thinking about his future PhD. “But he’s got a… soul infection. His natural immunity- all souls have a natural immunity against regular outside influences- is working hard to repel the equivalence of chronic bronchitis.”

“There’s… no way to help him?”

“I never said that,” Danny tilted his head. “Bring your brother to meet Danny. He could probably handle it.”

“The civilian?”

“His parents hunted my kind, once. He helped protect me and my people. If anyone knows how to cure it, it would be him.”

Phantom could not afford to deal with this right now, because Danny had a presentation tomorrow that he needed to finish.

“Oh. Thank you, Phantom.” Nightwing said, looking relieved and pensive. Danny decided right then and there that was Future Danny’s problem.

Danny nodded distractedly, blinking out.

He blinked back in. Nightwing jerked back. “Do you happen to have any examples of corrupt politicians in Gotham?”

Nightwing blinked before laughing. “It’d probably be easier to name the ones that aren’t.”

“Good to know. Thank you!”

——

A couple of days later, Tim and two older guys ambushed him in the quad.

“Hi! I’m Dick! This is my brother Jason! We’re Tim’s older brothers!”

Danny looked down at his hand- trapped in an overexcited handshake- and back up at Dick.

Whatever expression he was making, it must have been ha-fucking-larious because Tim and Jason burst out into laughter. Danny cursed his past self.

“Yeah?” Danny blinked. Wait. His smile grew and he made a face like he just realized something. “Oh. So you’re Nightwing?”

The laughter cut off.

“Haha, what?”

“Phantom told me you’d be coming but I, uh, thought you’d be in gear. Not… straight up telling me who you are?”

“You’re in regular contact with Phantom?” Tim demanded.

“Yeah, dude. After you- wait, you’re Red Robin!” Danny whispered.

“Oh shit, B’s gonna be pissed,” Jason drawled, looking mildly amused and hiding an extremely cautious, possibly lethal (if it weren’t for the fact that Danny’s pretty much impossible to kill with regular weapons) reaction.

“You’re one to talk. I’d smell your soul no matter what your disguise was.”

“…About that.”

——

You might be wondering: wouldn’t Dick know not to show up in civvies?

Yes. Except for the fact that Tim stalked Danny for weeks after he met Phantom and Danny hadn’t hung out with (himself) at all. They think Danny doesn’t know Phantom well enough to even talk to him much, despite being from the same town because: they’re all big city kids and have never experienced small town solidarity and, more importantly, gossip grapevines + they have no idea these two are the same people.

A deleted scene:

“When did you have time to talk to Phantom?” Tim demanded. Jason nudged Tim. That had hinted too much at what Tim was doing on his off hours and stalking was usually frowned upon.

“When I wasn’t talking to you, duh.”

[redsray]

Tim Drake is insanely wonderful to me because while, yes, he is a genius, an absolutely legendary Robin, a teenager who went up to Batman, looked him in the eyes and practically dragged him back up from the bottom, a kind soul, a boy who will put anyone he cares about above himself, an amazing business man, a prodigy in his own right, a breathtaking photographer and a hell of a funny guy...

He is also Tim Drake.

Bruce Wayne is his adopted father and you can hyphenate his name to Drake-Wayne all you'd like, but when he walks into a gala he is Timothy Drake, the son of Janet Drake. He glides through crowds methodically and with the confidence of someone who has been in these social circles for years on end. His analytical and judgemental stare scares even the most cunning there. When he's in the room, he is the predator and every single socialite in the vicinity is his prey.

Sure he's polite, and he's charming, and yes if you're kind towards him then he will be kind towards you. Tim is someone who will take kindness and he will repay it— but the same rule applies to unkindness.

The person Tim transforms into when entering a gala— the person underneath all that shed skin— never fails to surprise anyone the first time they witness it. It's hard to forget, for the rest of the family, that Tim was brought up in this environment even before being adopted by Bruce.

The first time Bruce noticed, the first gala he brought Tim to, he'd forgotten that Tim knew the ropes and thought he would have to teach Tim how galas work. Only for Tim to stop him, informing (and reminding) him that he's fully aware. The Robin suit may be what he wears to fight, but his three piece is what he wears to hunt.

Dick did something similar; since his first gala was a media nightmare, after he'd gotten adopted, he wanted to spare Tim the horrors of being eaten alive by paparazzi and socialites. He didn't even get to warn his new younger brother before Tim was already off, blending into the scene like he'd never left it at all. (And, just maybe, he truly hadn't.)

It even absolutely stumps (and amazes) Bernard, because he had gotten used to a more relaxed Tim, far, far away from that rich and elite environment. He's seen the younger and more human side of Tim, the one who lives in a cluttered boat in the Gotham Marina and stumbles over his feet during their dates. The first time he gets an invitation to the gala, he's told he will meet Tim there— since the Wayne's are hosting. When he steps into the gala, though, and sets his eyes in Tim, he's absolutely floored.

Gone is the adorable, blushing mess that he sees sitting across from him during restaurant dates. Gone is the absolute geek that could ramble on about anything that currently interests him for hours and hours. Gone is the endearing genius that could figure out any puzzle if he put his mind to it. No, in front of Bernard stands a socialite, a young one yet one who knows his place. One who knows his worth. And yet, when their eyes meet and Tim flashes him a smile, Bernard knows— even in a three piece suit and with a sharp gaze that could render anyone in this huge hall speechless— that's still Tim.