#i love tim drake did u know

[lemonlimestar]

do you have recommendations for Tim focused comics for a newbie like myself

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

his introduction is a lonely place of dying, i would start there. it’s very essential to understanding him and how/why he became robin. then, rite of passage (detective comics (1937) issues 618-621), identity crisis (batman (1940) issues 455-57), and robin (1991). from there i’d go to robin (1993) <3 which is his main and longest running solo comic & is tied into a lot of major 90’s bats events that are fun (e.g. contagion, knightfall, no man’s land). after that is red robin (2009) which closes out his post-crisis run.

extras i’d recommend: JLA: world without grown-ups (1998) & young justice (1998), robin ii: joker’s wild, robin iii: cry of the huntress, psyba-rats (1995), robin plus, superboy/robin: world’s finest, & his portion in detention comics :)

& here is a link to a very cool reading guide that i referenced <3

[boyblundering]

HAPPY FIR PRI ONCE AGAIN EVERYONE!!

three years of timbern in a row 💛 there will be more to come next year..

[glamourscat]

Hello ma'am! I have a good idea (I think). It's low key based on a visual novel but imagine tim just assuming that reader knows he has a big fat crush while reader is convinced tim has no clue about her own crush. they both think it's unrequited until one day tim just casually mentions his own crush and they both bluescreen because "What do you mean you LIKE ME–" "what do you mean YOU DIDN'T KNOW??" Have a nice day and either drink water or exercise, you choose 🫶

-tda (tim drake anon)

sorry for the wait tim drake anon <3 but here it is!! i hope u like it :))

it happened on a tuesday.

You're both sat on the floor of tim's apartment, surrounded by case files and empty take out containers, when he casually says, "can you pass me that file, love?"

you freeze. your brain makes the windows shutdown noise.

"what did you just call me?"

tim doesn't even look up from his laptop. "love. like i always do?" now he does look up, because you're making a strange choking sound. "are you okay?"

"since when do you call me that?!"

"uh, since we started dating?" tim's typing slows. "three months ago?"

the room temperature drops about twenty degrees. Or maybe that's just your brain short-circuiting.

"we're WHAT?"

now tim's fully stopped typing. "we're... dating?" his confidence wavers. "right? we go out for tea every morning. We have dinner dates twice a week. You literally wore my clothes to the manor yesterday after sleeping over in my bed with me."

"i thought those were friend things!" your voice hits a high pitch note that Ariana Grande was shaking in her boots. "like friend-dates!"

"i bought you flowers!"

"you were being nice!"

"i kissed you goodnight last week!"

"ON THE CHEEK!"

tim puts his head in his hands. "oh my god. i thought... when i told you i liked you at the carnival..."

"YOU WERE DROWNING IN POPCORNS AND TALKING ABOUT COLD CASES!"

"it was romantic!"

"it was a MURDER INVESTIGATION!"

A slow, moment of silence passes by while Tim looks like he's contemplating jumping out the window. "I... have a massive crush on you, you absolute idiot! I LIKE YOU." he says looking at you, hair sticking up in different places.

there's another moment of silence. Tim's face goes through about seventeen different emotions.

"so... you like me?" you say quietly, to double check.

"YES!"

"and i like you."

"You do-? I mean-- yes, I hope so?" He cringes at his anxiety.

Both of you stare at each other speechless unable to understand what the hell happened. And then Tim starts laughing. Actually laughing, the kind that makes his nose scrunch up and his eyes crinkle. "we're idiots," he manages between breaths.

you collapse next to him on the floor, feeling giddy and ridiculous and so, so happy. You two are truly two idiots indeed.

"do it" you murmur after a few moments.

"do what?" he says breathless, pulling you closer, his voice soft. That glint you like so much still present in his eyes.

"kiss me properly this time, dumbass."

And so he does.

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[astr-venus]

｡⁠☆TTYL XOXO｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

｡⁠☆Tim Drake headcanons + SMAU

｡⁠☆Cw: no pronouns, no use of y/n, mention of stalking, civilian reader

˗ˏ★First of all, he's a shit typer. He's typing while barely looking at the screen most of the time, but muscle memory allows his typing to still be mostly coherent

˗ˏ★What he chooses to abbreviate or to actually spell out is in God's hands, he definitely isn't thinking about word choice

˗ˏ★Also a lot more blunt over text. Most of the time he's in the middle of something and lowk rushing to reply (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

˗ˏ★Sends memes and tiktoks all the time. It's his love language 🩷🩷

˗ˏ★Such a "this is us" "is this us" "this reminds me of us" type of guy lol. It can be two balls of trash rolling down the street and he'll be like "me n u on a walk<33"

˗ˏ★He loves when you send stuff like that back. It makes him feel all warm inside

˗ˏ★Only says I love you over text. He's working on it, but the only person he knows that casually says ily is Dink

˗ˏ★A huge workaholic, whether we're talking about WE or vigilante activities. His work/life balance is almost as bad as Bruce's

˗ˏ★Denies his weird and obsessive habits for plausible deniability lmao

˗ˏ★Sneaks into your house with dubious consent, but he (almost) always tells you when he's done it

˗ˏ★Always up late bc of his vigilante activities so finding lovey dovey texts sent to you between like 3-6am is pretty regular

˗ˏ★Will NOT acknowledge them in person tho. That's way too vulnerable for him, and the reason you only ever get those texts when his inhibitions are lowered

˗ˏ★Accidentally cropped the last one wrong but you get the gist so it's fine (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

˗ˏ★I'm a Tim doesn't like coffee truther soooo....

˗ˏ★Constantly texting you during boring WE meetings. He doesn't even hide it either. The other rich guys there will be like "Mr.Drake-Wayne sir?? 😟☝🏾 Is everything okay you've been on your phone this whole time😕!" And he'll be like "yeah everything's fine thanks😐" without even looking up

˗ˏ★You don't know he does this fyi, you just assume he has a lot of free time since he's CEO

I did nawt think this was gonna be the first Batfam thing I posted, I have a bunch more in my drafts, but here we are lol. Come hop into my askbox, I don't bite /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

｡⁠☆Requests open

[rilestothemiles]

a semi lengthy post on the relationship between the drakes:

disclaimer: I am too lazy to find more panels than what I already have so u kinda have to just trust me when I say stuff which works a lot better over on twitter where people actually Know Me but. I will cite the panels I have used and highly encourage u all to read robin 1993.

I know this is an unpopular opinion but I think the dc fandom, the part that actually reads the comics, does way too big of a pendulum swing on fanon’s crazy abusive drakes thing. I do think the drakes neglect tim and neglect is a form of abuse. it’s not inaccurate to call the drakes abusive. I do however think calling them abusers is a stretch.

the fanon portrayal IS inacurate, I feel mainly due to the fact that they leave out how much love they all had for each other. and you can see that shown over and over again. especially the way jack speaks to tim right after janet's death and with jack’s reaction tim being stranded in no man’s land.

(batman (1937) #480)

(robin (1993) #72)

is his reaction in no man’s land a dramatic one? yes. is it unwarranted? not at all. for all jack knows, tim could die. and his response to that is anger. something any parent fearful of losing their kid would exhibit. he clearly cares deeply about tim’s wellbeing, in fact, he cares so much he makes sure the news of tim being trapped in no man’s land is shown on every station.

(robin (1993) #72)

which, while embarrassing for tim, ends up being pretty much the sole power no man’s land comes to an end. go dad power!

(robin (1993) #73)

in addition to that, tim clearly mourns his parents. not that you cant mourn an abuser, but that’s not what this is.

(detective comics (1937) #621)

(identity crisis (2004) #6)

not to mention, of course, that tim did have mrs. mac when the drakes were on trips. he was not left home alone edit: I have since been corrected by the lovely spoilerjpeg that mrs. mac was not hired until after jack drake woke up from his coma. it is assumed that tim was at boarding school during these years, given the drakes did not have a place of permanent residence before.

in contagion, when tim is literally on his death bed he hallucinates his family, alive, happy, together, and aware of his identity. he misses his mom. he very clearly loves her, and he sees himself running up into her arms.

(the batman chronicles (1995) #4 - begger's banquet)

tim's identity remains a point of tension, as tim desperately wants to reveal it to his dad, but cant, as it would compromise the identities of the rest of the bat family. you see this illustrated as early as batman 480 which I reference in this post multiple times, and the issue of robin in their relationships remains up until the death of jack drake. it hits a peak in issue 124 of robin 93, where jack discovers tim's identity and is well, upset. saddened. afraid. his first thought isn't anger, it's immense grief. he's clearly afraid of losing tim, he mourns the him. and this panel is later paralleled with tim's reaction to jack's death. jack doesn't even blame tim, he instantly goes to bruce, filled with grief and anger. he doesnt know what to do. and how do you threaten bruce wayne or batman? let alone both? bruce has endangered his child for years now, without telling him, and his eyes, forbidden his kid from telling him, this reaction, in my opinion, makes complete sense, and I honestly commend jack drake for it. it takes balls to stand up to bruce/batman and he's doing it for his kid.

(robin (1993) #124)

all this being said, I think the drakes never really wanted to be parents. it’s the expectation of the times. theyre academics, travelers, their lifestyle isnt suited to that of a child’s.

(robin (1993) #11)

(batman (1937) #480) - the note reads: "Dear Dad, I wish could go back and start over again! When I was a kid, I used to dream - to pray - that you and mom would stop travelling, forget business and just settle down. We'd be together, the way a family ought to be... now I have my wish. I'm going to with you all the time. And it's tearing me apart."

tim addresses that letter to "the father I never knew." tim and jack got the chance to rectify that, but tim and janet’s relationship never really had the time to recover from it and I think tim can have an idealized version of her in his head as a result of it.

jack really fails tim in a number of ways. he says he’ll make an effort after janet dies and you expect for that to be a catalyst for him, especially because he actively says it will be, and it isnt.

he does this a number of times. he says he’ll make an effort and then he doesnt. or he ends up making a huge amount of effort all at once and then stops, the cycle repeats. tim learns to expect it.

(batman (1937) #480)

(robin (1993) #15)

later, he goes way too hard on the strict dad thing, which I get, because tim isnt an easy kid by any means, but he forgets that tim has never Had that structure, and he needs to actually build the relationship’s foundation first if he wants to decide to be a parent now, and he never does.

(batman (1937) #480) - the note reads: "Funny. how once you never seemed to care - at least, you never showed me that you did. And now you want to run my life. Do you really think we can start over..?"

jack also often doesnt even give tim the chance to explain himself, even in situations that really weren't his fault.

(robin (1993) #44-45)

it never really ends up being just tim and his dad, because the second jack gets out his coma he brings in dana, and shes honestly what keeps the relationship from not worsening. dana is often the mediator, telling dana to ease up on tim. it’s dana who influences jack to put in an effort. shes the catalyst, not janet’s death.

(robin (1993) #47)

warning for the upcoming pages - mentions of underage (consensual) sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism after an implied sexual assault (from someone outside the relationship)

(robin (1993) #45)

even with her mediating, things are still rough between jack and tim. jack very clearly has no idea how to parent tim, never really having had to before. tim has always been extremely self sufficient, mainly due to his parents' neglect.

(baatman (1937) #480) - the note reads: "I've no idea who you think I am, Dad - but I'm not that boy. I had to fend for myself for a long time. I changed, Dad. I have a lot of... secrets."

jack really never had to discipline tim, mainly as a result of often not being around to do it. which means he is not always the best parent, and not what tim needs. he also misinterprets a lot of tim's behaviours that he has as a result of being robin as a sign of disrespect.

(robin (1993) #45)

dana's presence is also another point of conflict as well, another way tim’s belief that jack will always choose something/someone else over him is reinforced. and he’s not wrong to think it. jack’s neglect of tim continues well after janet dies.

(robin (1993) #12)

I think tim is right to be pissed when jack all of a sudden decides to step up. I think jack’s reactions to tim’s actions make sense, but I cant defend them when he hasnt created the foundation needed to execute that. plus, he switches often between being too strict, with him watching tim too closely and judging him for it, and being neglectful.

I see a lot of people say “tim doesnt make an effort either!” well. Yeah. hes never had to before. and it’s not On Him to make that connection at all. hes the kid. and honestly the effort jack makes, especially in the start, feels like a way to display his masculinity to dana. or just... strange. and maybe not what tim needs, instead being what jack tries to project onto him.

(total justice (1996) #1)

I think sometimes people end up projecting on tim and/or projecting their parents on the drakes and they dont want to acknowledge their own parents’ mistakes, so they defend the drakes'.

the drakes arent bad parents, but they arent good ones either. they're human, at the end of the day. theres a lot of love between the drakes, and a lot of hurt too. it’s very hard to find nuanced conversations about that. I think they have a very realistic relationship, especially given the times.

[black-cat-luck]

Can u pls do Tim and Bruce father son activities ( i love ur writing!!)

YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR MY TIMMY BOY

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• Tim and Bruce have a very hard relationship. It took a very long time for them to have anything father/son related, and when they did reach that point, it was uncomfortable and awkward for both of them at first. They try, once they get to that point of care for one another, they do try. Tim knows Bruce is trying, and it means a lot to him, so he’s happy to reciprocate, to have this parental relationship in his life.

• Their first father/son moment is after Tim breaks his skateboard. He’s not necessarily upset, it’s just a sight inconvenience, but he’s tired, he’s been really stressed, and this pushes him past a breaking point. Bruce finds him sitting next to the broken board, and wordlessly manages to get Tim to get in the car and go with him. Tim doesn’t ask how Bruce knows what board shop he frequents, or the exact way to get there without directions, but Bruce even goes inside with him, asking questions here and there as they browse, and complimenting everything Tim picks and buys. Tim has credit cards, he has his parent’s money, but Bruce buys it all without blinking before the boy can even try and dig his wallet out of his pocket. It becomes a thing for them, Bruce always finds time to take Tim to the board shop when he wants to go, and always watches him with that same warm smile, just enjoying seeing Tim happy over something a boy his age should enjoy.

• Tim really likes baseball. He doesn’t let anyone know, not since Jack Drake never picked a glove back up or bothered to show up to a T-Ball game after Tim hit double digits. It’s fine, Tim bought himself gear and nets so he could play on his own in his backyard. He stopped playing on a team, and just tossed a ball to himself. He hasn’t had an itch for the sport in so long that when it comes back he doesn’t think twice to dust off a glove and practice his pitch. When Bruce finds him, it honestly makes his chest hurt to see all of the things the boy owns, to see how long he’s spent alone. There’s an extra glove, Tim always had a few of everything. Bruce is a bit rusty, but he’s adamant to make sure Tim never feels alone again, to know he has a home and a father that will play catch with him. Tim cries himself to sleep that night, and Bruce promises he won’t ever be alone again.

• Tim’s one true love is always photography. When he feels secure enough with his relationship with Bruce to show him, Bruce is a bit horrified to know such a small boy was hiding on rooftops just to sneak pictures of him, but it’s a bittersweet feeling to know that little boy was so starstruck, that he adored Batman so much, and if Bruce would’ve known about him before, maybe he could’ve met Jason, maybe Tim could’ve had a father sooner. Bruce takes him to museum’s that have traveling photography exhibits, some with local artists getting displayed. Tim admits a few are his he submit under a pen name, and Bruce makes sure those photos are displayed permanently. He encourages Tim to never give up or let anything ruin his love for his art. Bruce spends early mornings and beautiful middays with Tim, watching him in his own element, more so than Robin, or an act put on for the elites, Tim Drake is a photographer.

• Tim likes to crochet. It started as a small hobby he learned from hours of watching his mother do it, he was always nervous to try himself, but when the nights got lonely he did it as a way to feel close to his parents. He fell in love with it and Drake manor is covered in all kinds of colorful creations of his. He has his own crocheted Batman sweater that he made before merch of the vigilante ever existed, and he still wears it happily. Bruce thinks it’s adorable, and Tim’s first ever gift to him, is a matching one. Bruce adores it, and wears it all the time around the house, and Tim continues making him things. Sweaters he can wear in public (which he does happily), a plush Robin bird that sits above the batcomputer, a tiny Alfred to keep him company when he’s having a hard day. He even makes Alfred small versions of Bruce, and all his kids. He gets a hug, and sees both of them cry when they’re given them. That Christmas everyone is given matching sweaters, and Bruce happily sits with Tim as he crochets, encourages him to pick up his needles when he’s getting antsy during a debrief, or watches him tiredly twist the yarn around his fingers as he waits for Bruce to fill out the mission report before they’re allowed to go to bed. Tim tries to get Bruce to crochet with him, but he just can’t seem to figure it out, so it becomes a bonding time for them to just sit together, and Bruce always compliments everything he makes, just happy to be with him.

• Tim likes to make cakes. He thinks they’re fun, and there never needs to be a reason to enjoy something delicious, so when they’re both benched for a week after a rough mission, Tim drags Bruce down to the kitchen, and makes him help make one. There’s no occasion, no reason. Tim just wants cake, and he wants the enjoyment of making one. Bruce is just happy to spend time with him, and helps with every step. Tim makes the frosting himself, and shows Bruce all the different shades of colors they can make by adding certain amounts of food coloring, so they can have four different shades of pinks and blues for the cake. He’s almost too good at it, like he is with everything, and Bruce feels bad he’s making it look bad, his cursive is sloppy in frosting, and no matter how he holds the spatula, the border is still lumpy, but Tim thinks it’s perfect, and refuses to let Bruce stop helping. It’s a bit messy, leaning a bit to one side, but Tim loves it. He takes pictures, and lets Bruce cut the first slice, smiling wide as they share the piece, commenting on how good it tastes, and how perfect it is because they made it together.

• When Tim has to move on from Robin and become his own person, it undeniably puts a strain on their relationship. They try not to let it, but Tim needs time, and Bruce allows him it. Tim can’t find enjoyment in making cake, or playing baseball by himself anymore, a dreaded feeling that he finally knew how it felt to really be loved, and lost it. He’s still a kid, he’s on his own again, he’s too prideful to be the one to make the first move. A box is left on his doorstep, his Robin training says not to trust it, but the way his name is written, in cursive that it much better on paper than a cake, it leads him to opening it. He finds a small plush bat inside. It’s lopsided, messy crochet barely holding together. It’s from the same tutorial that taught him how to make the plush Robin he put in the cave for Bruce. Batman needs a Robin, he always reminded him. Bruce needs his son, he was reminded. And Tim knew no matter what, he needed him too. Tim never expected to find a family among the manor and the people he now loved that were inside. He never imagined he’d get to have this relationship, because no matter what, Bruce showed him what it felt like to be loved by a father. Bruce didn’t just love him as his son, Bruce loved him as Tim Drake.

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Tim my beloved I want to give him the entire world

Thank you for requesting I hope you liked it!! Thank you for loving my work, I hope you enjoy all my future writings just as much. ᡣ𐭩

[mysterycitrus]

hihihi! tim drake in college real?

oog indeed mein freund

so ur tim drake, ur seventeen, and ur dad has just come back from the dead. u hollowed urself out until there’s nothing left and ur ribs are broken but you’ve never felt better. if u stop moving for more than a second the weight of the world hits u. there’s another kid wearing ur uniform and u have to watch as this new robin and bruce, the bruce u fought for, the bruce u left everything behind for, the bruce u nearly died for, debut as gothams dynamic duo. but it’s fine. u did what u had to do. u feel great, actually.

then ur brother who u love more than anything sits u down and tells u he’s enrolled u in college in california. ur so angry ur spitting. he trusts u and now he’s not even giving u the choice to stay. u want to kick and scream and hold on till ur hands are bloody, but he tells u that he’s worried. he’s been so scared for u since ur dad died. he thinks ur losing urself. he wants u to make choices for urself without bruce. he wants u to spend time with ur friends who are alive again and miss u. he wants u to take a chance to live ur life away from gotham, away from that burden.

he tells u: robin is never truly gone, alright? it’ll never leave. i need u to trust me that it’ll still be u no matter how many other kids wear the cape. i need u to trust that i love u more than what ur able to do in tights.

and he knows this better than anyone. he’s asking u to extricate tim drake from robin and batman and red robin. to remember what it felt like to choose. and after all these years u can’t say no, so u pack ur bags and leave for the west coast.

college is fine. u keep changing majors. u pick up photography as a joke, thinking about snapping photos of the boy wonder from a distance, to print in the basement dark room after school. it’s a laugh, and ur gonna drop it until donna troy finds out, and u spend a long time on the roof of the tower with her taking photos of the sunrise. it’s been a while since the sunrise was the start of ur day. it feels….. unfamiliar. she tells u about how ur brother became nightwing. she tells u about the heartbreak of having to move on. she tells u about choices.

kon’s right down the hall. he can hear u but u can’t hear him, so sometimes you’ll whisper a question for him to shout back. he obligingly poses for ur still life class. he and steph make fun of how u can’t decide what to study. it’s painful to become tim drake and nothing else again, but it happens in increments. u make friends with people in ur tutoriasl. ur less pale — u pinken under the sun easily, peeling flesh turning red and painful, but u look less like a corpse. ur hair is longer, and bart buys u a claw clip shaped like an avocado.

the new robin is growing up, and he explains colour theory to u for one of ur classes. he’s an asshole, but he’s trying. when asked politely, he draws character sheets for bart’s dnd group with minimal grumbling. red and yellow suit him, and looking at him in the costume feels less painful, and more nostalgic.

u brainstorm new ideas for urself, new roles, new ideas for the team, but there’s no rush. u have time. if u see bruce, u kno there’s someone else at his back, watching him through the night. dick texts u life updates, but they’re funny, not desperate. the world continues to spin. u, tim drake, are still alive.

[insomniasleeps]

GCS shorts

My timkon au brainrot since I felt like writing about them:

Wayne Gala

Tim: *sees Conner Luthor at Wayne Gala* Pst Bruce why tf did you invite him???

Bruce:... Clark told me to *starts walking away*

Tim: *whisper yelling* COME BACK?? HESWALKINGTOWARDS ME

Conner: *Wondering why Tim Drake's heartrate spiked up when he saw him* oh??? does he have a crush on me or smth??? its fine hes cute

~

Jason (disguised as a waiter since he's legally dead): Oh? I look like the late son of Mr. Wayne- Jason Todd??? yeah I get that a lot, 'names Rason Rodd.

Dick: *Glaring holes into Jasons head*

~

Tim: *about to sit down at a table*

Damian: *crounched under table*

Tim: *feels weird* its like theres a malevolent spirit around here somewhere *side eyes Conner wherever he is*

Damian: *attempts to knife Tim’s leg as revenge for their previous prank war Tim won*

Tim: *sighs in relief that it’s just Damian, but when he’s about to leave he sees Conner* are u fucking srs rn why is he everywhere

Coffee Shop Au (gone wrong)

Conner: Hey Tim, nice to see you again in such lovely weather *it is literally 7 pm and its dark and rainy outside*

Tim: *suspicious* Your dads a billionaire why are you working here.

Conner: *whispers so no one over hears (theres literally no one else around besides Phoebe napping in the back)* Lex said I can use his money however I want, he just wants no part in paying for my night job

TIm: *realizing that this was why Conner suit was trash* ?? he doesnt support you???

Conner: he said i dont have to do it but if I am i need to be responsible.. he did say if i ever needed help getting rid of another body he’s there to help me

Tim:*tense* another body???

Phoebe who was sleeping in the back over hearing: *thinking ‘omfg Conner is a SERIAL KILLER’*

Harboring a Criminal

Batfam: That Stray Guy... we need to catch him somehow... he keeps slipping away from us despite us knowing who he is.

Tim: ... *sees him at his favorite coffee shop all the time*

Jason: ... *Works with Stray as Red Hood*

Steph: ... *Shares a Philosophy class with him*

Tim: Gee I wonder.

Bomb

Red Robin: THERES A BOMB ABOUT TO GO OFF WE NEED TO LEAVE

Stray: Nahhh it's fine dw pretty boy *standing*

*Bomb goes off*

Tim: WH- wait why am I perfectly fine???

Stray: Well you see, I have something called TTK-

Bruce and Conner interacting

Conner: Hm *is taller than Bruce*

Bruce: *glares*

Conner: Huh you remind me of my dad

Bruce: *has been told he and clark look similar* I suppose superman and I-

Conner: No I meant my other dad-

Bruce: *immediately hates him for comparing him to Lex Luthor*

[pup-pee]

LISETN LISTEN I HAD 2

DC NEEDS 2 STOP BING COWARDS & LET THEM B CHAOS

dc stop bing weird & bring bernard back PLS

ASLO BRING BACK STEPHS PORKIPINE HAIR & KONS CURLY HAIR WTF HAPPENEDDD

theyre planning!!!!!!!!

tim has spidey senses

IGNORE I DIDNT PUT AS MUHC EFFORT IN2 THIS 1 KFHADj

HII this is the equivalent of a facebook poke :3

a nudge if u will

a tap on the shoulder even

anyway heres a thing!!!

OH MY GOD IT'S THEM IT'S THEM IT'S POINTS LOOK AT THEM AAAA

[crsssie]

in sickness, in health - tim drake x reader (pretty bird countdown #10)

"You know, Damian, calling me out into the middle of Gotham U is sketchy asf." You hold your phone to your ear, raising a brow at the series of arrows on the ground. "Is this your way of getting Tim to propose to me?"

"I have no idea what nonsense you're sprouting."

"Watch." You turn around, Tim falling right into your arms, and you suddenly get the vibe that you're in some sort of Kdrama. "Caught ya."

Tim stares up at you, eyes wide as he laughs. "You caught me, pretty bird."

"See? Now, what is the nonsense you were telling me about? If you guys are planning a wedding in the middle of our university, I highly advise you to do it in the Wayne backyard or summer home instead."

You blink as Damian hangs up.

"We're flying out. They just wanted us to host a small wedding where they get to watch us exchange vows. Remember the letters you used to write to your future husband? Your mom mailed them all to me." Tim hums, fingers brushing over your wedding ring.

"WHAT THE FUCK???" Your eye twitches, horror written all over your face as you wince. "How did she even find them??"

"Apparently she dug them out when you told her that you got married."

"Mm." You grimace. "Do I have to read them in front of your family?"

"No. Just the two of us. I asked them for private vows. It's the least they can do for us"

"And it's a gala?"

"The party after is at the gala. No worries, Bruce didn't tell anyone why there's a fourth gala this year."

"Are you sure?" You raise a brow.

"I promise. We can stay in my old room the entire time if you want it that bad."

"Can we play Hades?"

"You and your fifty seven hours on a game because you want to fuck the main character." Tim rolls his eyes.

"Okay?? And?? Listen, my husband is hot, but fictional characters are still fine as fuck." You huff. "Besides, my vows are to you, no? I hope you them since I didn't get to tell you at the courthouse."

"Hey, how about reading them to me after the wedding so I can pick it apart?"

"What is this? Literary analysis?"

"Yes." Tim laughs. "To show my love for you."

"Then shall I frame your vows?"

"No need. You can keep the original draft on a USB."

"Yeah?"

Tim laughs. "Yes. That way, each time you wonder if I still love you, you have proof that the choice I made was to love you until I return to the dust of the earth."

"That's absolutely insane to say to me."

"Oh, hey. There's the helicopter." Tim looks up, leading you back as it lands in the quad.

"Is this... legal?"

"Nothing a little money can't handle."

"Great day to be marrying rich, I guess?" You raise a brow. "Where are we even having vows?"

"In private." He holds out his hand for you, helping you onto the helicopter.

"Did you plan this?"

"Just the vows part." Tim hands you the headphones as you pop them on. "We'll land at home."

"And then?"

"And then, we'll read our vows as we help each other get dressed for the gala."

"My wedding dress is nowhere near appropriate for the gala after all that sand got on it."

"I have another white one that we ordered. It's more casual." Tim grins, taking your hands again. "Everything I have is for you."

"You sound so sappy it hurts."

"Love you too." Tim snickers.

You find it strange. Tim finds it strange. You wonder just what kind of a life you led in your past life that had led you to end up with him. He is flawed, but you find that it's fine or whatnot. The world could stop spinning for him, and you would still stay by his side — until the earring rusts and your ring finger is worn down by the on and off before and after bed, he would be engrained into a part of your soul, hums gentle against your skin as the rain splatters against the window. There would be a fixing, until the two of you are withered and frail with age, until you can no longer fix each other and return to dust as one.

"Ehem." You make the dramatics of dropping the rest of the paper as Tim helps you lace your back, laughing. "To my dearest, sweetest, loveliest, future husband. At the time I am first starting this page, I am twelve and have a thrashing obsession with Robin. As with all of my hyperfixations, I expect this to last no longer than two months. Even if it continues, I hope this is whatever the hell my classmates won't shut up about... the invisible string theory? I wonder if that means I'm gonna marry Robin's girlfriend or something. Oh, maybe even another hardcore fan of his—"

Tim holds back a laugh, back shaking as he finishes with the bow. "My girlfriend?"

"You weren't bi at that point in time. At least not to us." You snort, continuing. "Regardless of whoever I end up with, I'm fine if I never end up married too. I keep hearing all of this nonsense about how women are having less kids and shit and I think it's a good time to never have to deal with it. Hopefully you don't want kids either. Or, maybe you're down bad like those men in all of that fanfiction I've been reading. Regardless, if I end up marrying a man who can't respect my boundaries, I want a divorce. Fuck this, man."

You move down the paper, and Tim runs his hand through your hair.

"You're doing my hair this time?" You raise a brow. "What's next, my makeup?"

"I will be attempting to do your makeup today." Tim purses his lips. "If you'll let me?"

"Sure." You hum, moving your head to make sure he gets all of your hair. "Dear future husband, here's a few things you need to know if you want to be my one and only all my life."

Tim holds back a laugh, but you feel him shaking behind you anyway.

"I have a Robin addiction. I know he technically assaulted me or whatever on the rooftop the other day, but oh my god he's got such a feminine-shaped face that I think I am never going to reach that level of pretty. Even if I do, somehow, I don't think I could ever have a figure that nice. Do I look better now? Maybe I do. I don't know. Hopefully I'm the prettiest girl in the world to you even when I'm old and wrinkly. I got scolded by mom because of... nearly losing my camera but.. boo. I hope you're Robin. I really hope I end up marrying that guy because my friends may not be able to marry Jungkook but I at least have a chance of marrying him. Are you Robin? The one that has pants? It sounds so romantic... please take me out on midnight swings." You pause, blinking at your next words.

"I bet it's something about how you'd let me fuck you six ways from sunday." Tim reaches for a brush.

"Wow, you're like, psychic." You snort. "I also hope whenever I look at you like I'd let you hit fourteen different ways, you catch the cue. Or, maybe the idea of sex grosses me out now. I don't know. I wouldn't know. I can only keep hoping and praying that you're Robin. Oh, also, please let me grate cheese on your abs if you have— I CAN'T."

"No, keep going." Tim stops, hair still in his hand as you shake from laughter. "KEEP GOING."

"Please let me grate cheese on your abs if you have abs. Oh, also, is it possible to cut my finger on your jawline? Maybe you'll let me bite into your collarbone until I draw blood. Okay, that was oddly kinky and weird. I am sorry if future me has to read this to you. I might be insane or something. I wouldn't know." You close your eyes for the next part. "Regardless, I want a big fancy wedding that costs a billion dollars where you'll fly all of my friends in and we'll party until sunrise. That was sarcasm, by the way. I want a small wedding where it's just family and friends. Maybe a second one to host more people if you're a socialite or something. I hope my future in laws love me more than they love you. Mom's been teaching me how to cook lately, and I might have a talent for it. I hope you enjoy every single Chinese dish on the planet, because I can not live with white people food for extended periods of time. Kisses! Xoxo."

"Yeah, I think that last part is apparent." Tim finishes with your hair, reaching for accessories. "The ironic part is that you DID manage to marry that Robin."

"Yeah, I bet she'd be having a crazy ass moment." You hum. "Ehem, dear future husband. my parents are divorced now. I'm in high school at this point in time. Robin seems rather chummy with me now, but I still don't think he sees me as a potential romantic partner. I think he only recognizes me if I have my all black clothes on. Regardless, I think he's a funny guy. Also, I caught him kissing Spoiler a couple days ago so I don't think I have a chance."

"Makes me nostalgic, almost." Tim hums, looking through your jewelry. "What colors for accent?"

"Red." You hum. "For good luck for the bride and groom."

Tim laughs.

"You know, maybe you're one of the other Robins. Maybe you're the second one.. that like. died. or something. I heard there's a new vigilante running around. Red Hood? I think he's more of a crime lord, but his build... I MEAN. I MEAN IM NOT LIKE UNFAITHFUL OR ANYTHING. I JUST THINK HE'S HOT. Yeah. Anyways. I still run a twitter for Robin, but I think he's rebranded as Red Robin. His fit is kinda fire. Don't tell him I said that, though. I don't think people pay me enough for this nonsense, honestly. My current friends are alright. I don't think I find them particularly entertaining, but it's not like I'll see any of them when I move away for college. Is it wrong to dislike your friends? Probably. They drain too much energy whenever I hang out with them. How are your friends? I hope you have a great relationship with your family, or else I am royally fucked."

"Tilt." Tim hums, and you raise your ear, letting Tim pop your studs off for the rubies. "I should get you a new pair."

"Maybe." You laugh. "I have two more pages. The two of them are addressed to you."

"Both?"

"Dearest Tim Drake." You hum, straightening your back as Tim helps you put on your necklace. "I really fucking hope you're the guy I marry, cuz I will burn this letter if not."

"I'm so glad this lived to see the light of day." Tim mumbles, starting with your makeup. "Is this alright?"

"Yes, birdie." You hum. "I remember most of it."

"Good." He grins. "Because I have a letter for you too."

You beam at him, eye closed as he pats your foundation on. "I genuinely can not believe you had sex with me. I do not radiate sex appeal, have an addiction to a Japanese green tea brand, and probably do not study half as much as I should. I have a crippling addition to Red Robin, nearly kissed him at a Halloween party, and once on the rooftop of my dorm. I do not understand why you brought me to a place that I felt I did not belong in, and I wonder if you had just picked me because I seemed like an easy target."

Tim frowns at the words.

"Regardless, I think you're the one. I think it's becoming more apparent just through the assignments I've been writing. Do you love me? Do I love you? Is this called love? I don't know. I haven't loved someone in a long time. I think my best friend calls it a delusionship. A one sided, delusionship. Hopefully they'll be there at our wedding or whatever. Will you buy me an apartment building for our wedding gift? A reverse dowry of twenty billion dollars? I don't even know how much money you have, tch. I just want a nice apartment to live in. The bar is actually in hell. Yet, I find myself catching up with interviews and news about you, desperate to learn more about you and understand just what about you draws me in. You know, I really wonder if you genuinely loved me when you said good morning to me. Maybe you did. Maybe you don't anymore. Human emotions are fickle, after all."

"Lips." He hums.

You open your mouth, jutting out your lip as he helps you apply lipstick.

"Any more?"

"Human emotions are fickle, yet I find myself clawing at my heart when I think of you. Maybe I do love you. Maybe I am nothing in myself, and I need someone to love me. Maybe you showed me love. Maybe, just maybe, you are the one. Yet, I dare not promise it. So, I go back to where I began in this letter, wondering if you would receive it. No kisses this time. May you be the one to send me those instead."

"I think I'm done." Tim takes a step back, lips curled upwards.

You turn to look in the mirror, grinning. "Yeah, birdie?"

"Yeah." Tim hums. "I'll read you my vows next, I promise."

"This one's my vows." You hum, folding the paper back up and cutting open an envelope. "Ready?"

"You wanna sit on the couch before the car gets here?"

"Not gonna say no to that." You stand up, Tim leading you as you get used to walking in the dress. "Wow, I keep forgetting how annoying it is to walk in these dresses."

"You're the star of the show tonight." Tim hums. "Depending on whether or not you want to give the paparazzi a show, I can carry you for the whole night too."

"I'll be fine in the heels, I promise." You sit down as Tim lets go of your hand. "Ready for my vows?"

"Of course."

"To beloved birdie, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne." You hum, smoothing out the paper. "We did not get to have proper wedding vows at the courthouse, so I am writing mine down knowing that you will definitely host something at the complaint of your family. I vow to love you until the sun rises from the west and the moon is eradicated — until the moon becomes the sun and the sun becomes the moon, I vow to cherish you even unto death. I vow that when you are sick and dying, when you are struck with illnesses I have never heard of, I will be by your side. I vow that even if the paparazzi decide to tear their claws into my skin to ruin my life, I will stay. I vow that when you are struck by pollen and in need of release, I will be there for you. Until the world collapses and you are no longer red but old, and even when one of us leave, I promise I will be by your side and follow you until there is nothing left in this world but us. I vow that even on the days where we can not stand the presence of each other, we will find each other again. In this universe, the next, and in every universe out there, I vow that I will find you. I vow that even in the worlds that we are not together, I am nearby. I vow that in sickness and health, in richer or poorer, for better or worse, to love and cherish you even unto death. Love you lots, your pretty bird."

Tim holds a napkin to the corner of his eye, blinking to get the tears out of his eyes and onto the napkin, careful to not ruin his makeup.

"Birdie?"

"I can't read my vows without crying right now. Give me a second."

"I'll touch up your makeup if you do." You laugh. "I vow to be by your side through every gala we attend, your makeup forever next to mine, my heart forever yours to hold."

"You're awful." Tim sniffs, laughing as he manages to calm down, unfolding his own letter to you. "To the prettiest bird in every universe. To my beloved wife, I, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne vow to protect you until crime is no longer in existence, to hold you until we both return to the dust of the earth, to love you even after death. I vow to hold only you when I am in need of help, and to seek you out first amongst a crowd of people I have known all my life. I vow that my love for you will not fade, and that I will be infatuated with you for all the days of my life and death, and that on both good and bad days, I will be the person by your side. I vow that even when we are old and wrinkly, I will bring you items that remind me of you, flowers that bring a smile to your face, my whole self for you alone. When you ask of something, I vow to do my best to grant it, and when the end of the world comes, I will shield your body with my own, and in every other universe that I accidentally end up in during missions, to every other version of myself that is not me, I will stand as proof of love to them. May we be tangled in each others' lives throughout all our days."

"I don't know, birdie." A smirk makes its way onto your face. "I'm starting to think I was a lot more dedicated than you were."

"Psh." He rolls his eyes. "I'll read you my letter from the morning after we started going out eventually. "

"WHAT."

"Come on. The ride is here." He holds his hand out for you, and you raise a brow.

"And when will I be reading that letter?"

"One day." He laughs.

You click your tongue as he kneels down to help you put the heels on.

"And that day is?"

"I promise, pretty bird," he hums, sliding your shoe on with a kiss to your hand. "You will read it."

"If you say so." You mumble, yelping as he carries you.

"Ready to scare Gotham shitless?"

"Oh, I've been ready."

[lemonlimestar]

every day someone puts janet drake’s name in their mouth and every day i get closer to blocking the batfam tag

[ragnarokhound]

hey it’s me, the ole ball and chain. I’m making stir fry for dinner. can u grab a bottle of wine?

anyways i think i need to direct your attention to a roppiepop comic where Jason takes Tim on a date — and then tim freaks out because they’re retracing the steps of a murder case he just solved. This seems like perfect characterization to me: jason is wining and dining tim and cooking him fancy meals and Tim is overthinking everything to the max. Jason is shopping at the local natural grocery store for organic pasta and fresh lemons and tim is making a conspiracy bulletin board, red strings and all. jason is doodling “jason drake wayne” in his diary and tim is creating a computer program to analyze jason’s texts.

it all comes to a head when tim starts furiously interrogating jason about his motives after showing up at home to find a candlelit dinner and a bottle of wine waiting for him

Hey sweetheart, you got it. You want a red or a white, or dealer's choice?😘(Also, uh, hun, if you want to talk about including """balls"'" and """chains""" more in our relationship, then we can open the floor to that--)

!!! I think I know which comic you're talking about, and it's one of my favorites uwu as someone who, like Tim, also needs it laid on THICK to understand that someone is flirting with me fr fr and not just doing a bit with me (I did improv in high school, it is my curse to constantly 'yes, and' my way into misunderstandings 😔) I adore inflicting this particular brand of miscommunication on the blorbos ESPECIALLY with the batfam because they're so used to reading between the lines and anticipating each other's plans that it is HILARIOUS to me when they have enormous blind spots when it comes to mundane, non-vigilante related things, and especially with each other.

Like Jason thinks Tim knows it's a date because he accepted the flowers and smiled at Jason when he ordered the wine and seemed to be pleasantly surprised when Jason took him to this restaurant (because he'd seen Tim here more than once last month, so he must like the food here, right?). 'Clearly Tim is on board. Tim is pleased with this sequence of events. Tim definitely knows it's a date. Good job Jason, you've got this in the bag, you'll be kissing him on his front stoop by midnight'

Meanwhile Tim is in full mental lockdown, why did Jason ask Tim out in such a public setting, clearly there's something going on, clearly because he brought Tim a bouquet of the flowers found scattered at the crime scene of the murder case he was working last month, he knows something Tim doesn't; clearly because he ordered the red Jason is signalling that they're being watched and need to act natural; clearly because they're at the very restaurant Tim was staking out last month, where's the fire, Jason--

Tim being extremely suspicious of a legitimate attempt to woo him is everything to me, and I love it when Jason is only slightly more normal about it than him lmfao

[glamourscat]

I LOVE UR TIM FICS SM HES LITERALLY MY BABY I LOVE HEARING PPL TALK ABT HIM MORE‼️‼️

Anyway I was wondering if I could request a fic of reader teasing/flirting with Tim to see him blush and maybe throw in some smooches stolen

TY IF U CHOOSE TO WRITE THIS 🙏🙏

Tim, are you blushing? | tim drake x reader

a/n: sorry for the wait, i hope you like this <3

For someone so brilliant, so capable of leading teams and solving impossible cases, Tim turned into an adorable mess when flustered.

And you? Well, you'd made it your personal mission to see that blush as often as possible. Because after all, if a loophole is present, why not take advantage of it? 

"Hey, pretty boy," you called out, leaning against the doorframe of the Batcave's computer station. Tim was hunched over the keyboard, analyzing some ridiculously complex case. Typical. 

He hummed in acknowledgment, not looking up. So absorbed into his work he did not even hear you properly. 

You grinned, skipping over to where he was sitting. "You know, for someone with such amazing detective skills, you're pretty oblivious."

That got his attention. "What do you mean?"

"Well," you draped yourself over the back of his chair, your breath tickling his ear, "you haven't noticed I've been wearing your hoodie all day."

Tim's typing stuttered to a halt. He turned slowly, those blue eyes widening as he finally noticed his favorite hoodie draped over your frame. His scent, the mix of tea, lavender and talk is so strong and most of all, it all over you. 

"I- when did you-" A pink tint crept up his neck.

"This morning. After you left for patrol" You hummed, moving to sit besides him. "It's super comfy. I might keep it."

"That's- I mean-" He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "You can't just steal my clothes."

"Why not? Do I not look good in it?," you grinned, showing off your figure teasingly. And there it was. That full-blown blush you'd been aiming for. "Besides, you love seeing me in your clothes. Don't even try to deny it."

Tim ran a hand through his messy black hair, a nervous habit you know too well by now. "You're– i.. Well, damn it" he stutters flustered as he bites his lower lip. 

His blue eyes looking at yours intensly, his face illuminated thanks to the batcave computer. And you did not miss how his eyes darted from your face to your lips. Well… who are you lose an opportunity, right? You lean over and quickly steal a peck. 

A rather embarrassing yet endearing quiet moan leaves his lips at the unexpected yet welcome contact. 

“You did not just..” he looks at you with his mouth slightly apart like a fish.

You reached out, gently brushing his bangs from his eyes. "Aw, so cute." it was not meant to come accross in a mocking way, but objectively speaking, you were feeling so damn cocky right now.

Your comment is what makes him react though. In a few seconds he stood up, his hands on your waist squeezing, as his forehead rests against yours. So close, damn he is so hot. Your heart did a little flip at the sudden proximity.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?"

"I know I am."

"Always teasing me," he murmured, leaning somehow even closer. "Always trying to make me blush."

"Can you blame me? You're adorable when you're flustered. I just wanna kiss you senseless."

His eyes flickered to your lips. "Maybe I should return the favor."

Before you could come up with a witty response, he was the one to closed the distance this time, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, soft kiss. It was your turn to be surprised, melting into him as one of his hands moved to cup your cheek.

When he pulled back, there was a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Now who's blushing?"

You laugh quietly. "Always needing to have the last word hmm?" Your hands go on his hips.

You two spent the rest of your afternoon kissing. Smiling maybe too much for it to be perfect, but somehow that made it even better. And if anyone noticed that Tim's productivity took a serious hit that afternoon, or the fact that he looked like he ran a marathon-- with his messy hair, panting breath, red cheeks and puffy lips-- well, nobody pointed it out.

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[violentvaleska]

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 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪᴍ. ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ, sᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ, ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ, sᴍᴜᴛ,  ᴅʀᴜɢɢɪɴɢ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs: ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ   ᴏɴᴇ    ᴛᴡᴏ  

��/ɴ: sᴏ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ! ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴅᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴇᴛ >-< ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ <3

@keira324 @msfantasy

It was strange how time has changed things for you. You had hour long talks with Tim and just after a few weeks you saw his point of things completely clear. He wants to protect you, provide for you as long as you are in danger. And you are. 

Just a few days ago you watched the news for the first time after months. You stopped doing so when Scarecrow kidnapped you, it pained you to watch all the negatively happening around you. But this specific day you did anyways, wondering what was happening around Gotham. "Doctor Jonathan Crane, alias the Scarecrow, has committed to setting (Y/N) (Y/L/N) apartment complex on fire, stating that he didn't know that she hasn't been seen for at least two months." The news reporter said in a cold voice, void of any empathy.  "Crane planned on killing the student of Gotham U-" it was Tim who took the remote and turned off the TV, your shocked posture made it clear that you weren't able to do it yourself. 

"I told you, you were in danger." He spoke softly and took your hand into his, caressing it carefully. He made you realize the danger you were in, opened your eyes. Tim is not the enemy, it's the Scarecrow. 

You snuggle yourself deeper into his muscular arms and close your eyes, sighting in relief. Scarecrow can't hurt you when you're with Tim, he keeps you safe and protected, makes sure that your sorrowful life is easier to bear with him on your side. He's treating you like a goddess, fulfilling every wish of yours. You don't even have the desire to leave anymore, the bubble he created for the two of you is too beautiful to pop anyways. 

"I love you." The three words leave your lips and you nervously hide in his embrace. You realized it yesterday, after he cooked you your favorite dish. The caring and selfless love you have received from the young man slowly melted into your heart and you knew from this moment that Red Robin or Tim Drake was more than a stupid crush to you. The dark haired man stiffens under you in surprise and you notice how his eyes open in a rapid motion. "You mean it?" He asks and slightly stutters, while his arms slowly but noticeably tighten around your form.

"Yes." You whisper, turning your head to look him in the eyes. "I mean it with all my heart."

Tim slightly sits up, carefully pushing you into a sitting position as well. His pupils widen, while he looks at you in awe, his lips moving faster than he is able to think. "I love you too." It's barely a whisper that escapes him, but you heard him anyway and you lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. It's not the first time that the two of you shared one, but this time is different nonetheless, this time you actually feel ecstatic. He deepens the kiss, his tongue slowly and carefully begging for entrance, which makes you spread open your lips a bit. His hands slowly move from your back down your waist and you move closer into his touch, sighting at the feeling. Tim softly bites down onto your lip, his grip tightening around you, it's a surprise, a good one that is. You look at him through your lashes, while he pulls his head back, giving the two of you enough room to breathe. Darkness has taken over his eyes and a few weeks earlier it would have scared you, but now you see the beauty in them, the real him. The way he lusts for you makes you feel excitement and little butterflies in your abdomen. Swiftly he turns the two of you, pressing your form into the soft cushion behind you, while his lips catch the sensitive skin on your exposed neck. Eyes fluttering, you open your mouth and grip his hair, the sudden sensation taking over you. 

He goes down on you all the way, his body pressing flatly against yours, while his lips move all over your body. Tim is eager to please you; his one and only. It's like all his most inappropriate dreams come true all of a sudden and he feels his member stiffen in his pants. You seem to notice as well, your breath hitching once again when his pelvis touches your leg shortly after. His touch feels like a bliss to you  and you can't help yourself, running your fingers along his sides, feeling his muscles clench up under your palms. This time he doesn’t try to stop himself from groaning out loud, letting out a low chuckle as he leans forward, planting kisses from one side of your neck to the other. It makes your stomach twist with pleasure and you run your hands through his silky black hair, pulling gently on it, encouraging him on. He does so eagerly, sucking and nipping your collar bone, making you gasp in delight. He pulls away briefly and places a quick peck to your neck before returning to his duty.; pleasing you. 

It doesn't take long for the two of you to wiggle out of your clothes, passionately gripping, kissing and touching each other.  Your hips rock upwards against his, causing Tim to bite his lip in concentration, his fingers digging into the mattress beneath him. "Can I take you, please?" He practically begs for your consent and when you breathe out a low "yes" he lines up with your entrance eagerly. Slowly he enters, his entire body shuddering in bliss, causing both of you to gasp. A few moments later he finally settles down, burying his face in your shoulder to muffle his cries. After several minutes he finally relaxes and you start to stroke his back soothingly."You're amazing." He murmurs against your skin, placing small love bites all over your neck. Your nails scratch his back perfectly, while he starts to move inside of you.  Your breathing gets heavier and your moans become louder and louder. He takes the opportunity to lick and kiss his way back up your neck and finally to your lips once more, kissing you deeply and passionately, leaving nothing between you.Tim is a very talented lover, he knows exactly how to please you and how to leave you wanting for more. 

While he started off passionate and slow, his movements are much more harsh now. His heavily panting, knocking your breath out with the way he pushes harder and deeper.  You can't help but let out soft moans and gasps whenever he enters you, causing him to growl with pleasure and pull back for just a moment, making eye contact with you as he continues thrusting into you. Your fingers continue to massage his back as he thrusts his hips forward. "You're mine." He groans suddenly, gripping your shoulders tightly. His dark eyes allow no protest as he snaps his hips against yours.  You moan loudly, arching your back and trying to match his pace. He continues to thrust in and out of you roughly and he starts growling as his climax comes closer. In an instant you're both shaking and gasping for breath, unable to control your heavy breaths any longer. You feel him twitch inside you, a warm sensation filling you up as a gasp of shock escapes you. 

"God I love you." He whispers and rolls himself off you, his breath heavy and droplets of sweat run down his forehead.

"I love you too." You smile, taking his hand into his. The tiredness is written into his face and you sit up, giving him a quick kiss.  "Try to get some sleep." He is about to protest, but you simply hush him with the movement of your finger.  "I'll cook us dinner and you get some rest." You promise and brush the blanket over his form, pegging his cheek goodbye and close the door when you leave to the kitchen. 

It's been a while that you cooked all alone, usually Tim is the chef and you are his little assistant. While you do enjoy the shared time  you do like being able to do something good for him now and again too. It fills you with happiness and you smile while you turn on the headphones Tim got you and slightly start to sway to the music. You decide on cooking a simple pasta recipe, something easy but enjoyable. It's when you turn your body sideways when you notice a silhouette close to the balcony door. Thinking it is your loving Red Robin, you turn with a seductive smile, but when you take sight of a stranger instead a surprised scream escapes you. A man, dark haired and green eyed looks at you with astonishment, brows raised into a frown. You rip down your headphones and quickly grab for a kitchen knife, loudly calling out for Tim. 

"Who are you?" You ask concerned and a little bit scared, hiding behind the counter to protect yourself from the bulky man.  "Hey calm down. I'm Jason, Tim's-" he gets interrupted by the black haired young man, rushing out of the bedroom in just his boxers on.  "What are you doing here?" He hisses like a snake and walks up to you, taking the knife from your hands. You thought that he might take it to defend himself from the stranger, but instead he places it back on the counter, taking a few steps into the man's direction.  "We were worried about you. B told me to check on you." The man's eyes then wander straight to you.  "What I'm actually surprised about is her." 

"Jason-" 

"No Tim, why the fuck is she here? She has been missing for months!" Jason argues and gestures at you, your expression changing. You haven't seen anyone for months, other than Tim of course.  "She's with me, okay? Why do you bother?" Tim rolls his eyes and protectively pulls you closer, eying him critically.  "I bother because her parents think that her body has been ditched in the fucking river, Tim!" He raises his voice, walking up to both of them. The mentioning of your parents lets a cold shower run down your back. They may not always have been there for you, but they did show you affection. You swallow and look down, unsure about what you should feel. The first few days you did think a lot about your family and friends. But Tim has become all of that for you now, he even convinced you to stop studying for a while, making sure that you found better activities. Your new life is protected and safe, not like your old one. 

"Yeah but she's good! In fact she feels even better than before. Don't you?" He turns for you, asking for your agreement. You simply not your head, avoiding both of their gazes. Jason shakes his head and presses a small button on his device.

"I've found the lost girl. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She's with Tim." Jason speaks, side eyeing the strange couple. You are not able to understand the voice on the other side, but you know that it can't mean anything good, just from Tims reaction. He noticeably pales, squeezing you tighter against his form. 

"Let go of her. Let her go home." The man begs and reaches his hand out for her.  "No." Tim insists angrily, his fingers digging into your arms.  "You can always visit her Timbers, go on dates with her. But you need to let her come with me." You look up at Tim, confused and sad. Jason is right, the both of you could always meet up, nothing would have to change. 

"You'd only tell the GCPD that I did it." Tim snarls, a bitter tone in his voice as he seemingly looks right through Jason, his eyes peering with newfound hatred. You have never seen him like that and it kind of makes you feel sick to the stomach. "I won't." You can tell that Jason is not lying, is being honest. He turns his attention to you, looking at you pleading. 

"Tim." A soft whisper escapes you, earning the beautiful boy's attention back.  "I'll officially move back in with you. Just let me talk this out with my parents and the GCPD, okay? We'll tell them that Red Robin saved me again." You try to reason with him and even though his features soften at your suggestion, he shakes his head in disagreement. "No you won't come back to me if I let you go." His voice cracks and he looks down avoiding your eyes. "But Tim-" "Shut up!" His sudden rage directed at you comes to your surprise and you take a step back, carefully observing his rigid form.  "You're lying. I can see it." He spits and gestures at you, furiously pointing his finger at you. 

"That's not true!" You are close to tears, not noticing how Tim moves closer with a balked fist, his body full of uncontrolled rage. Jason moves closer too, quietly observing his adoptive brother.  "You'll be gone the moment you leave with him. And if I can't have you-" he's shaking now, his originally oh so beautiful face full of emotions.  "-nobody can." Before you are able to register his threat Jason has already taken control of the situation, pulling Tim into a tight grip. The younger screams in agony and tries to free himself from Jason's grip, but the green eyed man is stronger and faster, pulling a syringe from his pocket. You flinch at the sight of it and put a distance between yourself and the object; a new fear unlocked. 

A second later Tim freezes, his moving body suddenly stilling. You see him closing his eyes and a moment later he collapses in Jason's hug, losing grip of reality. The man places him carefully on the floor, looking at you with concern. 

"Are you alright?" He asks and checks for Tim's pulse, making sure that everything is normal. He did drug him after all.  "Yeah. I guess." You speak quietly and look at Tim, small droplets of tears running down your cheek.  "I don't understand. He was so nice and sweet just an hour ago-" you break down, crying at the sickening feeling.  "Hey, hush." Jason rushes to your side, trying to comfort you.  "Trust me, this is a surprise for the both of us." He admits and pats your shoulder, helping you up on your feet back again.  "You're safe now." 

After that you didn't see Tim for a while. His father, Bruce Wayne, managed to get him secretly into Arkham. "Mental breakdown due to stress" is the official statement. You know the real reason, the truth. It's you, he's that way because of you. You moved back in with your parents and tried to live a normal life ever since. But you can't get him out of your head, having the urge to visit him at Arkham. You miss the love he treated you with and ignore the moments where he hurt you. It's after three weeks that you finally make your move, three weeks of desperately waiting and suffering. You sit down on the uncomfortable chair looking straight ahead, right into his beautiful eyes. They appear to be empty and you hope that the class barrier between the two of you is at fault.

"Hi." You breathe out with a sad smile. You notice his eyes roaming over your form, his body tense and weak. He appears to be tired and numb, only giving you a small nod of his head. "I miss you so much Tim. I try to visit more often now that they gave me permission to do so." You explain and wait for him to answer. The sight of him makes you shiver with sadness and you swallow down a lump that has formed in your throat. "That's nice." His voice sounds sick and you can't help but to wonder when he spoke the last time. "I even brought you cookies. They are examining them right now, but they will be delivered to you lat-" He breaks your sentence midway, shaking his head in confusion. "Why are you here?" Tim questions in confusion, his gaze full of disbelief. "I love you. I wanted to see if you are alright." The chuckle escaping him is cold and you freeze at the sound of it. "That's sweet." He comments and leans forward placing his hand at the class. "I love you too." He speaks, smiling softly at you. Moving your hand towards his, you place it on the glass, looking at him with heart shaped eyes.

What you don't notice is that his other hand forms a tight fist under the table before him. Darkness moves in his orbs, consuming his soul slowly but deeply. His growing obsession is getting stronger, after all he finally has you right where he wants you; willing at his feet, begging for more.

[t4tlottie]

now that the new superman movie is coming out THIS yr (i’m so excited i’m a mega dc fan.. need to cosplay both cassandra cain AND tim drake </3)

thinking thoughts abt lottie being kinda like bruce/batman, except instead of being this millionaire playboy she’s just this.. kinda odd but sweet rich girl.. my shayla

and at night, she becomes this vigilante, probably something to do with the wilderness or antler queen/deers in general - adding to the initially mixed reactions of the people wondering if they should be scared (of her/the wilderness) or not

imagine she ends up saving u one time, and probably again.. and again, and u end up defending her/the wilderness/etc., saying how she’s protecting the city and protected u so many times

maybe developing a crush on her vigilante persona but also her normal rich girl one too.. maybe u met her at some fancy gala, maybe ur rich too or u work as a waiter/in catering, and she’s just so nice and charming in her weirdly off putting sense in the way she just stares (sometimes at u.. deffo not because she recognises u as being the one person who somehow ends up in trouble all the time that she always saves)

> 🍓

YESSSS!!! im not huge into dc or even batman but i did love the most recent batman film....So good.

and her parents dying in that car crash instead??!!!! she gets raised in this big lonely house with her butler who is lowkey her only friend 😭🥲 she doesn't really leave the house and only gives public appearances at charity events :( she hates the loud noises and ppl asking her stupid ass questions but smiles and takes pictures with them because she's kind 😔

she likes to wander the streets with her hood up because she knows she needs to get out Sometimes (going in the woods in her backyard does NOT count!) and she likes people-watching :) she knew she wanted to become a vigilante after the rush of saving someone. it felt good to her!! and maybe the only reason why she decides to stick with the whole wilderness/deer theme is that when the person she saved gave a statement (i like to think that she caused a lil commotion and it attracted way more ppl than she thought and she had to bolt out of there before the cops came), they said she had antlers because maybe something behind her gave it that illusion?? idk. please see the vision lolz.

but lottie designing a costume!!! (like the one up there of her) she spends days perfecting it and tests them out before landing on The One. thinking of her being so geeked to get out there and save the city but looking at news articles and papers that don't like her wilderness persona :(( she's so saddd my baby.... but she doesn't stop!

lottie going to an event (against her will) and after she sneaks away to leave, she sees you (out of your catering outfit because your shift is over) getting pushed around by this dude and saves you. at this point she has weapons and while she hurries up and changes into the costume (not so easy btw), she throws a smoke bomb to distract. the dude's halfway across the street when she appears so you don't even get a chance to thank her before she runs after him. you just end up running into trouble around her and it's kind of embarrassing at this point 😭 OH and also thinking of lottie trying to mask her voice 😭 she asks you if YOU'RE the one causing all this trouble and if she should be chasing you instead in this gruff voice that sounds like she has a bubble in her throat LMFAO

you know ur the number 1 Wilderness vigilante defender. ur arguing with ppl in comment sections and arguing about it with your friends, saying that she's bringing justice to this city. and ok maybe you do go so hard for her because of a little crush 😑 but meeting lottie at this event you're catering at and you're nervous because THE lottie matthews is supposed to be here. she ends up coming up to you after eyeing you for a while (you caught her a couple of times and felt sweat drip down ur back because why is she staring so hard..) and asks if she can have a drink off the tray you're holding. she's so awkward while trying to make conversation that honestly you feel so much better about stuttering because holy shit she's kinda weird. in a good way!!!

thinking about her having to save you AGAIN after the event and she just offers to drive you home in her car because she needs you home safe 😭

[damianbugs]

do you have any good tim fic recs? without him being massively woobified or fanonised

tim centric fics are not something i usually read (though that IS changing recently) BUT i do indeed have some recs that to me, personally, really encapsulate his character and i think about like all the time. a good tim drake fic can truly change the chemicals in your brain FOREVER.

woobified tim and i have personal beef with each other that will withstand all the generations to come, so i will not be touching him with a ten foot pole. do not fear.

TIM DRAKE CENTRIC FIC RECS ON AO3

Talk To Me by A_Canceled_Stamp

Bruce and Tim have a long-overdue heart-to-heart

MY NOTES: ohhh just the bruce and tim fic ever to exit. i reread this often when i just need a little comfort after things are rough, because it is so well written and i will never get over how sweet it is. happy tears in my eyes forever. bruce and tim is a dynamic that is so special.

lift this curse of bein' seventeen by arguablysomaya

When Tim first dreamed of becoming Robin, he’d been admiring Dick. When he became Red Robin, hurt and alone, he’d thought about the person Jason used to be. But after years of watching his older sister, Tim can’t help but reflect on how much he respects Cass and what she stands for.

As Batgirl, as Orphan, as Black Bat— as Cass, the woman that could face down pure evil and still sneak into Tim’s apartment to pull the laptop out of his hands and shove him into bed.

Or: In which Tim Drake gets a new name.

MY NOTES: oh my GOD. THE TIM DRAKE MOVES ON FROM ROBIN FIC EVER. i never once considered black bat tim but after reading this i genuinely have ascended to a new plain of tim drake understanding. not to mention wonderful tim and cass writing. i love their duo so much. (also!!! asian tim!!!)

by any other name would smell as sweet by misspickman

A dare and a couple of offhand comments set off a domino effect, sending Tim down one or two identity crises. Apparently everyone thinks it's time for him to do some self-reflection.

MY NOTES: i have said this so many times in these recs that it should be a given now to always expect a trans character fic as well. trans girl tim fic u are SO REAL. a friend recommended this to me and i read it all while standing up for a good half an hour unable to do anything else. changed my life forever. good lord

a soft place to land by unchosenone

Tim rubs the back of his head, trying to affect a joking tone. “I knew I should’ve just gone for the new escrima sticks.”

Dick is ready to be a good big brother to his grieving little bro. Tim flips the script.

MY NOTES: dick and tim are truly the brothers of all time i tear up just thinking about what they once had and everything they've lost. this fic is not about that though. this fic is about what a caring little brother tim is.

Check your mic by Lilac_hyacinth

“That wasn’t—” he stared at his bike’s display through fuzzy eyes. “I mean, Bernard’s not my—”

“It’s okay, Tim,” Steph said gently.

The comm felt like a knife in his ear.

“I’m not,” Tim said.

He didn’t know if he was saying "I’m not gay" or "I’m not okay," was pretty sure nobody else did either, and the next thing Tim knew, his comm was a crushed pile of plastic and tech in his clenched fist.

MY NOTES: first and foremost, if you are a fan of timber you NEED to check out this author. the best timber fics out there. this fic is especially special to me and i love the way the comfort was handled. seeing tim traverse through different parts of the queer experience will always be important to me.