#asking kon was a horrible idea because now hes interested too

[p0ssym1lker]

Tim is known as a guy everyone had a crush on at some point. He's pretty, smart and just nice to hang around with.

So seeing him absolutely falter and flail around trying to get the attention of the new guy and failing miserably everytime, is absolutely fascinating to the rest of his schoolmates.

Danny Nightingale does not care at all about Tim drake and it's the biggest drama in the history of the school.

There are bets, clubs of people who want to help and who want to get in between, the teachers are invested.

Meanwhile Danny has no clue about any of this happening and Tim is getting to a point where he considers, ugh, asking his family and friends for advice.

[jacksgreysays]

Ever since you mentioned Tim I've been rolling around how one could do a crossover with Shikako like a bouncy ball at the tips of my fingers.

And I've got it! ✨️Due to Trigon's Jashin vibes he accidentally pulls Shikako off course mid-dimension travel to Titans' Tower and due to Jason's post pit vibes Shikabane-hime is pulled to a certain time. Add Tim's pov and we've got a viable crossover. :p

Not a prompt/request; just a fic idea logistics ask. ✨️

I think if we’re going specifically for a Tim & Shikako crossover fic with either Tim POV or eventual friendship then the most direct route would be to set it during Tim’s first year as Red Robin when he’s specifically looking for evidence of space-time shenanigans with bat symbology. Like, yes, it’s aimed at Bruce. But that could also be Shikako. And given his big bad during that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year is Ra’s who is, if not the master of the Lazarus Pit, then the person who has used it the most that’s doubly a more direct connection.

If we want her to show up earlier than that, while he’s Robin proper and not Red Robin, I think it depends on the vibe/energy of the fic we’re going for.

Like, if we want it to be a meditation on the nature of life and death, love and grief, we could maybe lean into the Shikabane-hime = Shinigami and if instead of going for cloning, Tim went for necromancy/magic rituals ala spqr’s The Next Life. We could go for that stretch of time in which Tim’s dad, Kon, Bart, and Stephanie were dead or—a little less bleak, and slightly less soul crushing, but still similar vibes—would be when his mom dies/dad is in a coma and he doesn’t want to be adopted by Bruce so he invents a FAKE UNCLE. So, like, necromancy isn’t too much of a stretch for that boy.

Alternatively, if we don’t feel like breaking his heart first, given how his parents were doing “obscure/random archaeological digs” there could be a “mystical artifact” that the Drakes send home that summons Shikako? Or, given how wacky the original comic run of Young Justice is, it could be from that stretch of time, like one of their quirky one shot type of missions. And, well, they did have a literal ghost on their team so a interdimensional ninja isn’t too off base. There’s also Klarion the Witch-boy who Tim is, if not loosely allied with, then occasional tolerated acquaintances with I think? And he does interdimensional stuff so it’s not like that’s entirely outside the realm of possibility—although that’s maybe moving too far away from the Tim-centric vibe we’re going for.

I’m also just like… Janet Drake is straight up a mystery. She’s so infrequently seen canonically as opposed to Jack who has a personality and a character arc (even if it is small) that it’s easy to attribute any AU-ness Tim may or may not have to her. Like maybe she has a family heirloom necklace that we know is actually Shikako’s Gelel stone. Or she’s made some kind of faustian bargain with the non-Shikabane-hime Shinigami and then X years later, Shikako is there to collect on the Shinigami’s behalf (knowingly or not.)

I mostly bring it up because I do love how malleable Tim Drake is (he’s so fun to throw into AUs!) and the earlier in his Robin career—or even before he becomes Robin—he meets Shikako the more she can do to either prepare/divert him from his very sad, all-the-people-you-love-are-dead fate. Like… instead of Tim being sent abroad as a 13 year old(?!) to learn from some of Batman’s old teachers and then getting found/mentored by Lady Shiva instead, it would be cool if Shikako was there also. Like either as an occasional partner to Lady Shiva, or a similarly temporary student, or something similar. Or maybe instead of Lady Shiva if we want to streamline?

Although I am now recalling many moons ago that my last "in which Tim is trained by Lady Shiva post but NOT to be Robin" was a sneaky Assassin's Creed crossover and given that the Isu in Assassin's Creed are the gods of mythology, it would be interesting if Shikako's in to this world was as a theoretical (actual?) corporeal Isu against Ra's League of Assassins (who are actually Templars who have nearly wiped out actual Assassins and have taken the title for themselves)

But… yeah… most Occam’s razor version is her showing up during his year from hell finding Bruce in spacetime and fighting a creepy immortal man. Most fun version is her showing up when he’s younger than her apparent age (of… 15?) and then these two weird teenagers, one of whom is mentoring the other in techniques/abilities previously unseen in this world, are just… absolutely bewildering the superhero world.

[wordsyoucantaste]

Fandom: DC Comics

Pairing: Jon Kent/Damian Wayne

Notes: This was written based on an AU that was used in an rp setting; Jon is an aspiring musician, and it's capeless (hence the writers block). They had only just met about a few months before this point. It was written as a sort of character study to help me figure Jon out a bit. Anyway, enjoy!

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A frustrated growl escapes his throat and his brows knit together, throwing his pen clear across the room and watching as it shatters against the wall to pieces. He’d been stuck in a hellish state of writer’s block, the once blank page now filled with scribbles of nonsensical make-shift lyrics that were crossed out furiously. Hang in there, his mother would say. Work through it, just write whatever comes to mind. Except the only hanging Jon wanted to do was hang himself from the ceiling fan of his room, working through it no longer an option because the only thing that would come to mind now was images of someone who’d plagued his thoughts way too often these days. Honestly, who the hell can write like this? All dizzy, feeling an impossible weight in the pit of his stomach that elicited such a masochistic need to wallow in the lovesick feeling that took over him in moment like this. “Fuck this...” he said, to no one but the empty confines of his own room, slamming his notebook shut, vowing to either return to the project later or burn it all in a sacrificial bonfire.  At this point, the bonfire sounded more productive.

The melody had come so easily to him. Like it was nothing really. The chords play on repeat in his head, mocking him now because for all the warmth and heart the notes had, he struggled to put the same emotions into words. Something that was almost never a problem for him. But there Jon sits, unable to express properly just how much this horribly exciting feeling had an effect on him. Unable to vent it, to allow any sort of release from the tension of what felt like an unrequited love.

Perhaps unrequited might not be the right word, Jon figures. He recalls the way green eyes would look over him once and then twice, like Damian was devouring him and spitting him back out all at once. Like all the insults and criticism were somehow subtle declarations of affection and yet... the words would still sting. Off-handed comments on his inability to shut the hell up, his simplistic behavior that was unrefined to compared to the grace of Damian Wayne. Still, Jon hopes that this behavior was no different than a bully on the playground unable to express their emotions for whatever reason. And on the one hand, the last thing Jon wanted to do was to potentially reward the idea that being an ass would get Damian somewhere. On the other hand, it was a game he liked to play far too much for personal comfort.  

Kon would tell him the chase is the best part. And Jon couldn’t agree more, thriving in the midst of the teasing and subtle torture, getting high off the tension alone. It wasn’t much, like living on fumes really. But it was enough for him, who had felt so alone for so long now. Yeah he had Kon. But Kon had his own life, and Jon, for as much as he adored his older half-brother, felt like forcing his way into that wasn’t right for him. It wouldn’t cure him of his loneliness, it would only further put it on display. He needed his own life, and he hoped that maybe that would involve Damian.

It does involve Damian. On the surface, it looked like they were just arguing for the sake of arguing. Or at least, that’s what Jon thought. Courtney had said she could practically cut the unresolved sexual tension with a knife. And they had only just met. What would anyone else say? What has anyone else said? His cheeks heated up at the mere idea of it, creeping up around his ears and causing him to shake his head like that would help.

“Seeing you frustrated is oddly satisfying.” A voice cuts out and causes Jon to lose his balance in chair, falling as the legs gave out to the sound of Damian’s laughter. “An absolute mess.” He tacks on at the end, smiling as he leans on the door frame, ankles loosely crossed. Jon scrambles to his feet, frowning deeply.

“Yeah, because having a natural reaction to someone sneaking up on and scaring the shit out of me makes me an absolute mess.” Jon cocked back. “Not everyone is made of stone like you, ya know.” He sits back in his newly upright computer chair, watching as Damian pushes off the frame. “What are you even doing here amongst the peasants, you royal ass.”

“I thought it might be interesting to see what kind of repulsively cliché life you live at home. Honestly, the whole place stinks of Martha Stewart and Pinterest, Kent.” Damian shot effortlessly, knowing he hit his mark when Jon scoffed and rolled his eyes. He stepped forward, thumbing a motion that told Jon to get out of the chair because that’s where he wanted to sit. When Jon wordlessly listened, Damian made an internal note of how easy it was to boss him around.

“Hey, a lot of this stuff belonged to my grandma and grandpa. So go easy, yeah?” Jon only half meant it. He oddly enjoyed being dragged like this. “And anyway, at least my house doesn’t look like it’s from some victorian vampire romance novel. Seriously, your Mansion On The Hill looks like Dracula’s summer getaway house.”

“That was weak, even by your standards.” It wasn’t, Jon had hit the nail on the head, maintaining accuracy within his insult that followed Damian’s own set pattern. He was keeping up. “I’d rather live in Dracula’s castle than on the set of I Love Lucy.”

“What do you want, Damian.” Jon quipped to shut the older boy up.

“I already told you. I wanted to see what humdrum life you live.” I was lonely.

“Oh.” Jon accepted the answer this time, suddenly feeling guilty for assuming Damian had ulterior motives. “Um. I mean, you’re welcome to hang out I guess?” He said, sitting down on his bed finally as Damian had successfully stolen his desk chair.

“I know I am. Your mother seemed intent on keeping me here as long as possible. Not even sundown and already offering to include me in dinner tonight.” Damian watches with extreme amusement as Jon expectedly blushed at that bit of information. “Relax, I said it was a decision you had to make. But it is comforting to know that your mommy already likes me.”

That. That right there is what had Jon in such a tizzy so often as of late. The insult and humiliation laced the subtext of undeniable attraction. Jon felt like Damian was playing with him, like a child pushing around their potatoes on the plate before eating them. “I’m getting a soda.” He blurts, getting up from his spot and not even bothering to wait for Damian or ask if he wanted anything. He needed out of the room, a place away from knowing green eyes that pried and pulled him apart from the inside out.

[tofuingho]

I just had a flashback to the "Hey" scene from Into The Spider-verse and choked on my own spit.

Tim is known as a guy everyone had a crush on at some point. He's pretty, smart and just nice to hang around with.

So seeing him absolutely falter and flail around trying to get the attention of the new guy and failing miserably everytime, is absolutely fascinating to the rest of his schoolmates.

Danny Nightingale does not care at all about Tim drake and it's the biggest drama in the history of the school.

There are bets, clubs of people who want to help and who want to get in between, the teachers are invested.

Meanwhile Danny has no clue about any of this happening and Tim is getting to a point where he considers, ugh, asking his family and friends for advice.