#joker 2019 fandom

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Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader : Savior Fill (2)

Remember this prompt? Could u please do reader x joker 2019?

Reader protects Arthur (before he turned into joker) from when his sign was taken and she beat the kids up and he won’t ever forget that moment. But now,Arthur turned into the joker, he returns the favour by saving her from bad guys?

And when he saves her, he walks elegantly towards her 😫✨ and says “I missed you, doll” 🫣🫣🫣😭✨

AN: LOOK, it's a second fill to the same prompt 8D I’ve written it in such a way it can also be seen as a modern-day au.

Title: Savior Fandom: Joker 2019 Pairing: Arthur Fleck (Joker)  x Reader Rating: Mature for safety. Warnings: Violence, (attempted) sexual assault, Crude Language, Clown beating, Sweet Arthur, Sweet Reader, Blood. ~ Savior Fill : I Need You ~

1.

When you turned the corner down the busy shopping street and into the alley, you were surprised to see a group of five teenage boys hunched over something.

Or rather, someone.

Between the dirt from torn open bins and mud from the fallen rain earlier, lay a man. You squinted to see what was happening but quickly caught on. The boys weren’t trying to help the man up. By the movements they made, your first thought was that they might be dancing. But they weren’t. Not if the only music was the sound of shouts and curses from the boys and the soft whimpers from below their feet.

The man in question lay in the ditch, face shielded from you. But you had caught sight of the oddly colorful curls, a wig, and the oversized shoes. A cardboard sign lay several feet away, folded and covered in dirt and mud. He must be one of those hired promoters, you mused. You disliked guerrilla marketing as much as any other, but beating the man up was going way too far.

These boys were bullying the man, kicking down at his shins and using their feet to bruise him, and perhaps even worse. Behind you, the main street was crowded, and people were shuffling on the sidewalks, but hardly anyone seemed to so much as glance at the sight in front of you. This is the busiest shopping street in the city, why does no one stop? you thought in a panic.

“Hey,” you shouted while sweat formed on your head. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest. Why does no one stop? You thought again. But once they heard your shout, some bystanders turned around and seemed to notice the youths at the side of the road.

Thank God, you tried to calm your wildly beating heart. Your cry made the boys stop their terror and turn towards you. For a moment, you feared they would attack you next, but once they noticed that other people had stopped to look at them, they quickly turned around and fled into one of the alleyways.

Pussies, you thought angrily, but you decided not to chase after them. Instead, you walked over to the crumpled form of the man who lay in the ditch. His arms shielded his chest and face from the brutal attack. But by the sight of him, it hadn’t worked that much. Fresh bruises covered his cheek and his arms, and when he noticed the attackers had stopped and finally dared to look up at you, you saw his lip had been split and blood was running down his nose and into his mouth. He looked horrible. There was no other way to describe this poor man.

“I am so sorry,” you said while kneeling beside him. You brought a careful hand to the man’s shoulder. Your eyes widened slightly when the man smiled up at you. A true bloodied smile. How? you wondered. How can someone who has been hurt this badly still smile? You watched the trail of blood from his nose all the way to his teeth. And then he seemed to lean into your touch.

“What are you apologizing for, love?” the man asked, voice smooth like silk. There was a certain hoarseness to it, a lowness that was reminiscent of smokers. And indeed, a faint scent of cigarettes reached your nose.

What had you been apologizing for, you wondered. And your frown made way for a more innocent expression. “I should have been here sooner,” you whispered.

The stranger in front of you let out an embittered laugh and you waited quietly for him to calm down. His chest convulsed and he brought a first up to his lips. It almost seemed like he coughed, as if he choked on his own laughter, but you kept your hand on his shoulder through it all, trying to give him a little bit of comfort. It seemed to work, and after a full minute or two of painful laughter, the man quieted down.

Once he fell silent, he looked up at you again. Bright green eyes met yours, and you saw the confusion within them. You gently squeezed, mindful not to squeeze too hard in case he’d been bruised there too before you removed your hand from his shoulder.

Swallowing seemed hard as you watched him, but your mouth felt dry and you wanted to ask him how he was doing. You saw his eyes dart down to your lips before they slid up to your eyes again. He observed you as if he’d never seen anyone like you before.

“Should I bring you to a doctor? Do you want to report this to the police?” you asked, hand on your chest to calm your own racing heart.

The man’s eyes slid to your hand and darkened. Then he shook his head. The blood was still streaming from his nose. But he pushed himself up, his oversized coat fell with the motion like water cascading down a waterfall. He was dressed as a clown all right. A tiny hat on top of his wig and a plastic flower pinned to the breast pocket of his coat. He brushed his thin hands past his pants, unknowingly wiping traces of blood all over the brightly colored fabric.

“No, thank you, love. I’m fine,” the man said, and you couldn’t believe your ears. He was fine? Had he looked at himself yet? You frowned up at him, all the skepticism visible in your expression. Now that he stood, you could tell that the man in front of you was far from well. There was something frail about him, perhaps that was why the boys had decided to go after him? He seemed skinny, a certain sadness visible in his eyes. The makeup hid most of his true features, but you thought he must be older than you by at least a decade. Perhaps you were wrong though. Most of these jobs were done by young students such as yourself.

He was clearly bruised, his sign destroyed and his skin tattered. His blood had ruined his costume. He looked like he had stepped out of a horror show. “You can’t go back to work like this,” you gently said, and finally rose from your knees.

Standing in front of him, you could see the stubbornness in his eyes. But there was something else in there. As if he was lost and uncertain. As if he didn’t know what to do with himself now.

You carefully reached for his hand, not caring if anyone was still watching. “Come on,” you whispered while you waited for his fingers to slide into your own. “Let me get you home.”

For a moment, his green gaze lay upon you, intensely. You saw his jaw twitch and knew he considered your offer, but you feared he would reject it and walk away.

Then his fingers were in yours and you smiled.

2. You learned the clown’s name was Arthur Fleck when you walked him home to his apartment that day. It was thanks to you that his boss was informed of his absence from the job and the reason behind it. You had gone to the nearest apothecary to get the right band-aids and disinfectant to help him clean his wounds – as apparently his entire medicine cabinet was off limits and he wasn’t going to allow you to look in there. You ended up home at such a late time that evening, that your parents were on the verge of calling the police.

You explained to them what had happened. How you had saved a clown from being attacked and how you had helped the poor man home. Despite being proud of you, your parents were also extremely worried that you’d gone home with the stranger without notifying them. You had to admit you’d forgotten. You’d been too focused on helping the man. This Arthur.

When at his house, you had helped him clean his face. And when the makeup had been taken off, you’d finally seen him for the very first time. He looked handsome, you had to admit. Definitely older than you, but appealing despite it all.

He’d kept your mind busy for months to come and became your secret little crush. You’d daydream about seeing him again, of accidentally bumping into him in the subway or watching one of his performances as a clown. But despite returning to the main shopping street in the weeks after meeting him, you didn’t catch a glimpse of him again. He just wasn’t there. The shop owner had no need for him and wouldn’t tell you where he had hired the man. Though you had spoken to Arthur’s boss, you couldn’t remember what the company he was working for was called.

You knew where Arthur lived but, the exact route to get there was a blur. You’d been too caught up in chatting with him to actually pay attention to your surroundings. So you made an attempt to find his apartment, but the streets all looked the same to you, and you got no closer to finding his house.

It’s better this way, you thought wryly. Don’t want to come off like a stalker. Then a nice boy from your class caught your attention and he managed to distract you from your secret crush.

He was attending the same courses as you. An attractive young man, closer to your own age, and with similar interests. You allowed yourself to get closer to him because it helped you forget about the unreachable Arthur Fleck.

You hoped this new boy liked you. He seemed to give hints that he did. But the two of you danced around each other, both too shy to ask the other out. Instead, you formed a friendship that made you feel all warm inside. And you forgot the clown you had helped scrambling from the pavement. You forgot about him and thought this might be the end of it all.

Just that one faithful meeting.

A memory of a crush that would never come to fruition. It would be all you ever have of him.

3.

It was broad daylight when it happened. It was summer and you enjoyed your free time by going into the city. You’d nearly forgotten about Arthur. Not fully – he was still in the back of your mind, but the ache from longing for him had become dull and easier to ignore.

You had promised to get your mom some cash from the bank and stood in line, awaiting your appointment, when a group of men rushed into the building, guns drawn. Your heart nearly stopped and frightened, you obeyed their shouts to hold up your hands and then lie down on the floor.

The cool air circulated by the air-conditioning sent goosebumps down your skin as you lay on the cold tiled floor. You were dressed for summer, after all. Shivering, you saw how the group of men made their way to the counter, ordering the staff to hand them all the money they had. While one kept his gun aimed at the woman behind the counter, the others scattered among the visitors, emptying their pockets and taking anything they deemed expensive enough with them.

One of these men came to stand next to you and pushed his foot against your side, the toes of his shoes poked between your ribs painfully and you winced before you rolled to your side. The man looked down at you properly now and a smirk spread on his lips. “I think I’m gonna need more than just your money, pretty little lady.”

You looked up at him in dread. You didn’t know where it came from, but your reply was a thoughtless stammer. “It wasn’t my turn yet,” you whispered, meaning to say that you had not had the chance to collect your money yet. You were broke. Well nearly. But the man didn’t catch on.

“Aww,” he cooed mockingly, “I think it is your turn,” and he leaned forward to grab your arm in a painfully tight grip. You knew it would bruise but were left with no choice but to follow his movements. He forced you up to your feet.

The man pressed you tight against his chest while he held your arm twisted behind your back. He held a painful grip, too tight for comfort. A clear sign that you were not to get away from him.

“Please,” you begged him. No way you were going to let this man get away with whatever plans he had for you.

It was at that moment, that someone’s voice could be heard echoing throughout the bank. “Hey,” it wasn’t a shout, but it had been forceful enough for the men to shut up. An eerie silence fell in which the men turned their heads to greet the newcomer.

In the doorway stood a man, a red suit on, face painted and hair dyed an unnatural tint. You had heard about this man. The Clown Prince Of Crime. Gotham’s latest and most successful criminal.

He stood hunched, a cigarette between his lips while he held a lighter in his left hand. His right hand was in the pocket of his pants, while his left moved slightly, lazily throwing the lighter up before catching it a few times.

Then he tilted his head to look at the men.

“Boss,” the one nearest to the counter began, but their boss shut them up merely by removing his right hand from his pocket and raising his index finger.

“The Joker,” one of the women behind the counter said, breathlessly. Most of the hostages looked at the newcomer in fear. The Joker had rapidly gained a reputation for being one of the most unpredictable and cruelest criminals Gotham had to offer. It was a given that anyone who was aware of who he was, was fearing for their life at this point. Would he set fire to the bank? Would he take a gun and shoot everyone dead? It wouldn’t be the first time he would do such a thing.

You felt a rapid rise in your heart rate, your chest rising and falling rapidly while you tried to breathe. The man’s fingers were still curled around your arm, digging into your skin. But you hardly felt it now that you came face to face with Gotham’s most dangerous and most wanted man in the whole of history.

Joker’s eyes met yours and it felt like lightning struck you. An ice-cold sword pierced through your spine, keeping you pinned to the spot. Those green eyes, you had seen them before. You remembered them. You thought you would never see them again.

Arthur? But that couldn’t be, could it? He was no criminal.

You stood frozen and hardly registered how the Joker shook his head and tusked. His hair, it was his hair. A different color, but you recognized it anywhere. You had dreamed of running your hands through it so often.

“I think you have something of mine there,” was all Joker needed to say for the man to let go of your arm. The man stumbled backward as if scared all of a sudden. So this Joker, this semblance of Arthur, was truly their leader? And they revered him? They did as they were told by him? This cowering frail man that you had saved from teenage boys was now the most wanted man in the whole of Gotham?

And then another scary thought. Had it been his orders to rob the bank then as well?

But your thoughts came to a sudden stop when you saw Arthur’s hand move. It was him, wasn’t it? It truly was Arthur?

The Clown Prince of Crime. He walked elegantly towards you, taking his time, a cigarette in his hand, still burning. Then he brought it to his lips and took a long drag before he exhaled slowly. Little clouds of white swirled up from his lips to disappear into the summer sky.

“I missed you, doll.” ~_~

AN: I take suggestions for a follow up ;D (perhaps smut?)

[prokopetz]

Insisting that there's only one good MCU film can be a much more effective way of winding up MCU fans than insisting that they all suck, but you've gotta pick the right one. If you claim Captain America: The Winter Soldier is the only good MCU film, they'll probably just be like "I disagree, but I can understand how you'd feel that way"; if you insist with a straight face that Thor: The Dark World is the only good MCU film you can get them to write entire essays about how wrong you are.

[chowchulo]

“What do you get when you outlaw Coca Cola from a society—!”

Joker edd hehe

Put this man on a podcast

[bluecandynemo]

[darkshadow90]

An Update

Hey guys. I know it’s been forever since I posted anything. I’m sorry. Since I moved to my own place, changes at my job happened. I can’t work from home anymore and the commute is making my workdays almost 12 hours. So I’m basically working 60 hours a week. It’s been really exhausting, and I just haven’t had the energy or time to write. It’s taking up so much of my time and it really sucks. I want you all to know I haven’t abandoned this blog. I have one shots I plan on writing for Arthur Fleck/Joker again. I know a lot has happened since Joker 2 came out, but I’m not gonna let it stop me from writing for the persona at the end of the first Joker movie. He’s so much fun to write. I’m really glad and thankful to see more people appreciating my one shots. It helps keep me motivated. Thank you so much ❤️ So yeah, I’m still around. Maybe I’ll eventually get another job and have more time for writing and other hobbies. I’ll post one shots. Just bear with me 🥺

[johannabarkerstan]

//SPOILERS FOR JOKER FOLIE A DEUX//

This is an incredibly personal post and I might delete it later. But here you go.

Does anyone ever experience character grief? I’ll explain

I saw the new Joker movie last weekend, and Joaquin Phoenix’s Joker/Arthur Fleck has been such a major comfort character for me since I first saw Joker(2019). I know it’s a really odd character to find comfort in, but I do and it’s been that way for me for a few years. Especially with my dodgy mental health history but we don’t need to get into that. But watching him completely fall apart after his life was finally looking up and then witnessing him die in such an awful and tragic way really hit me. Like hit me to the point where I started full on sobbing crying after walking out of the theatre to my car. Just watching a character you love and root for so much end that way is such a hard and painful thing, especially for me since I have adhd and get EXTREMELY fixated on certain characters for long periods of time it just really hurt. As if I was watching someone that I knew personally die like that.

Idk if this makes sense. But I felt like I had to get that out. I loved the movie tho, very very fun time.

[mcudc616]

The Joker (2019)

[theyre-gay-because-i-say-so]

Today's LGBT+ Headcanon is;

The Joker from Harley Quinn (2019)-Transmasculine Bisexual

Species: Human

Requested by @muse-the-multi

Status; Alive

[jokeroutsubs]

ENG SUB Bojan's interview before his half-time performance at sold out Stožice charity match.

[bittwitchy]

I've been the man of the house for as long as I can remember.

[harleenfleck]

The Smallest Woman Who Ever Lived - Arthur Fleck and Harleen Quinzel

...

IT'S ME, HI!

Since I walked out of the cinema I realized how this Taylor Swift song fits them perfectly, adding the “Wo” in “Man” of course. This song makes me brings back painful memories and the fact that Arthur also experienced this “love bombing” and was gaslighted like me… Ouch….

The song is one of my most personal. I hope my choice of music doesn't offend anyone. I was also thinking about posting it on TikTok. So, I hope you like this ugly edit I made! Reuploaded 'cause this time I decided to put the song's lyrics, and I think looks prettier!

Film: Joker: Folie à Deux

Song: "The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived" - Taylor Swift - TTPD

[gyllenhaal-darko-bloom-vibes]

Name two characters you ship together 🍭

Mine are the joker & Louis Bloom. Now them two boys could make the perfect disaster

[braindead-birdy]

Hey all!

I'm in search of a beta reader (or multiple readers) to read over some fics I'm currently working on.

My main problem is I get so caught up in making sure the wording is right that I get myself stuck and I can't find anyone there to help me out when I need it whenever I change something but have second thoughts.

I currently have fics in progress for Better Call Saul, Doc Ock (Alfred Molina), Joker (2019), Chicago P.D. , and House M.D. So preferably I could have someone who would be willing to read over each of these whenever I need it? Right now I'm bouncing back and forth on the Chicago P.D. and House M.D. .

I'm linking what I've already posted for my Doc Ock fic so you can get an idea of my writing style :3

Must be comfortable with:

-Smutt/nsfw

-Talk about mental illness

-Small hints to ED

-Body Dysphoria

-Mentions of

-SA and R@pe

-PTSD

-Anxiety

I know it's a lot of heavy stuff but I hope I can find someone who would be able help me out anyway or at least point me to someone/somewhere that can :,)

thanks in advance <3

The Brown Bear and His Field Mouse (5738 words) by DrOttoSimplify Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Movies - Raimi) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Haley Samuels, Otto Octavius, Kat (pet cat), Eliza "Liz/Lizzie" McKinley Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Humor, Dark Comedy, Triggers, Mental Health Issues, Body Image, Body Dysphoria, Phobias, plus size Summary: After losing her university's financial aid, Liz is now faced with the obstacle of getting a job. But this is New York City, nothing is ever that simple. ===== SAMPLE: ===== I’ve never felt so small in my life while standing before the intimidating Oscorp center tower. Looking back at the hastily scribbled directions hoping for a miracle that would send me somewhere less…overbearing. No luck. This was the right place. Letting out a slight shaky sigh in hopes of releasing some of this building anxiety I shoved the note into a small pocket in my skirt. “You need the money. You need the money. You need the money.” I took one last look at the very top of the sprawling building. “Let’s do this.”

[schlock-luster-video]

On February 17, 2020 Joker was re-released in Vietnam.

[darkshadow90]

Arthur Fleck (Arkham Joker) x reader A Visit in Arkham

Summary: You visit Arthur in Arkham after he was taken to Arkham for killing Murray Franklin and the Wall Street employees. It’s been several months since you last saw him. He seems to have become a completely different person, and unfortunately for the worse.

A/N: Hey guys. I’m finally getting around to posting my one shot! Finally! I’m so sorry about the wait. With work being crazy and having a lot of trouble coming up with ideas, I was really having a hard time writing this. This might not be very different from my other one shots featuring this version of Arthur as it’s yet another one shot where reader visits him sometime after he’s completed his transition to Joker. However, it’s a little different this time. It’s the first time reader sees him in his Joker makeup. It’s gonna have all the tension and darkness you’ve all loved. At least I hope it does. Arkham Joker is back, my darlings! I hope you enjoy ❤️ Warnings: Arthur is dark, not very nice. He makes the reader very uncomfortable. Arthur is excited by the readers scent from her body wash, (not in a sexual way, but I suppose you could read that way if you want to) minor violence towards reader.

It had been several months since Murray Franklin was killed, almost a year. Arthur was locked away in Arkham. You remembered that awful night. Arthur’s demeanor was so different. It scared you. You had felt like Arthur would never hurt or kill anyone. Arthur seemed so excited to be on his favorite show. To meet his hero, Murray Franklin. He told you all about it. You had to work that day, but you promised him you would watch it when you got home that night. And watch it, you did. You never thought you would see him confess to murdering the Wall Street guys and kill Murray. You were terrified. Seeing this side of him. The way he was laughing and dancing after killing Murray. All you could do was sink back into your couch in shock. Someone later police apprehended him and he was taken to Arkham.

You were relieved that he was in a place where he couldn’t hurt anyone else. It had been months since you last saw him. Time got away from you. You didn’t want to see him, but at the same time, you felt bad that you disappeared from his life. You decided you would go check on him to see how he was doing. The weekend was coming up so you decided you would visit him the next day. You were apprehensive about it. You tossed and turned throughout the night.

The days were getting shorter and the nights longer. When you woke up, the temperature dropped considerably. You knew not to expect anything less, but the cold weather and snow still sucked. You made sure to bundle up before heading out. You took the train to Arkham. The city was unusually quiet. You made your way to Arkham, it seemed to take awhile to get there. Maybe it was just your anxiety kicking in. You made your way inside and told the receptionist you came to see Arthur. She called security to have an orderly to escort you to the maximum security floor.

The maximum security floor was cleaner than the first floor it was very white…and bright. It almost hurt your eyes. The orderly led you to the room where Arthur was. He told you to press the panic button under the table if things got out of hand. You thanked him and went inside. You saw Arthur sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette. He was wearing white scrubs and he had stubble on his face. He probably hadn’t saved in a few days. He was staring off into space. “Hi, Arthur.” He immediately looked up at you when he heard you call his name.

“Y/N? Is it really you? I knew you’d come back to me, sweetheart.” Something about the way he said that didn’t seem quite right. You cleared your dry throat. “How are you feeling, Arthur?” “I’m feeling just fine. Better than ever now that you’re here. It’s been so long since I saw you. Almost a year. Time sure does fly, doesn’t it. I was beginning to think you abandoned me.” You began to feel unsettled. There was something in the air that felt dangerous.

“Arthur, listen I—‘’ He held up his hand. “You don’t need to explain, sweetheart. I get it.” “Y…you do?” “Sure. Life got busy. Time got away from you, and you completely forgot about me. But that’s okay. Things happen.”

Something was very wrong. “No, Arthur. That’s not—“ “Ah, ah, sweetheart. I said you didn’t need to explain anything. All that matters is you’re here now. So you saw me on the Murray Franklin show, right? What did you think? Wasn’t I great? I told my best Joke yet. It blew Murray’s mind.” He began to laugh, but unlike his laughing fits he was in full control. He was laughing because he found it funny. “Arthur—“ “You know, all I could think about was you all this time, wondering where you were. All this time, no visits, no phone calls.” Your heart began to race. Arthur suddenly stood up from his chair and leaned forward.

You felt him sniff your neck, practically nuzzling it. You felt like a lamb cornered by a wolf. You were terrified he would bite your jugular. You were too afraid to pull away. You heard your heartbeat in your ears. “So sweet. God, you always smell so good.” You were doing everything you could to avoid shaking like a leaf. You felt like you were going to vomit then and there. “I have missed this, Y/N.” For a brief moment, you thought there was a trace of the man you once knew…until he suddenly licked the side of your neck, making you cry out from fear and jolt away.

Arthur giggled at your reaction. “Why are you so jumpy, sweetheart? It’s me. You don’t have to be afraid of me.” It sounded like he was mocking you. “I know! How about I put on my makeup? Lucky for you, I have some. I couldn’t let them take away everything, now could I? Although I’ve worn my makeup in here before, just not in therapy sessions. I’ve done this so many times, I don’t even need a mirror watch.” He took out the brush and face paints from his pocket and you watched in awe as he applied it perfectly. “Ta-da!” And there it was, the awful face of the clown you saw that night on the Murray Franklin Show. Joker. It looked even more unsettling without his green hair.

Truth be told you were scared of this side of him, more now than ever before. “How do I look?” That feeling of dread was getting stronger. “Well, I…I don’t know what to say Arthur.” “I didn’t ruin my makeup, did I?” You swallowed thickly. “No, of course not. You too good at it.” “Oh, Y/N. You’ve always been so nice to me. And so…so beautiful.” He leaned in close again. He cupped the sides of your face almost tenderly. He sniffed your hair as if trying to imprint your scent into his memory. He trailed his hands down your hair smoothing it out.

You felt like you were prey being trapped by a predator again. “I often wondered how you would react when we saw each other again. And you being you, well just like always you’re full of surprises. You’re too good.” You felt his hot breath in your ear and it made you nauseated again. “Arthur, I don’t think you should—“ “You abandoned me, but I love you too much to think to much about it. But never mind that. I’ve been thinking about getting out of here. Now that you’re here, this place isn’t ideal.” You felt your blood run cold. “Why are you so quiet, my love?”

Your internal alarms were now blaring. “You know I don’t like seeing you upset. I know! How about a joke?” You couldn’t speak. “Knock, knock.” He gestured for you to answer. “Who’s there?” “Joker.” Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest. “Arthur,” you croaked. You waited for something to happen, but nothing did. Arthur was laughing. “You scared me.” “Oh, Y/N. You’re just too cute for words.” He finally calmed down and took a breath. He leaned in again and cupped your face in both hands like before. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but…I’m gonna need you to sleep for a little while.” Before you could fully process what he said, his hands were around your neck. “S-stop…” Shh, shh, shh. It’s almost over, sweetheart.”Eventually you lost consciousness. Arthur laid you on the table, kissed your forehead and left.

[zahri-melitor]

Do you think there’s any hope of Tim getting a transition story anytime soon?

If so, what would you like to see?

Depends what you mean by transition.

In terms of Tim getting a new hero identity? I suspect the order of events there consists of "someone pitches something that DC likes, that they think will sell, and that fans won't overreact to", and then title sells well.

Because they got burnt during Young Justice 2019. Whether or not you think 'Drake' was a terrible idea for a new identity, the fandom reaction to it made it that much less likely for Tim to get given a new ID.

Because I guarantee for you that no matter what someone proposes, there will be people who kick back against it, and for it to work, it's going to need to be woven into DC mythology in a meaningful way.

This is where I'm going to point out that MOST Bats are running around using legacy identities. Nightwing is a legacy Superman-related identity, that Clark gave to Dick as part of their friendship, that goes back to the 1960s. Red Hood is a legacy identity, that Jason took from Joker and turned into his own as a take that. Batgirl is a legacy identity, that traces to Betty Kane and to Barbara, which is actively used by Steph and Cass. Robin is a legacy identity that belongs to Dick. Red Robin is a legacy identity - it was developed for Dick in Kingdom Come, and it passed through Jason to get to Tim. Kate Kane is Batwoman BECAUSE Kathy Kane was Batwoman, and Batwoman and Batgirl were deliberately designed to be feminine legacies of Batman. Azrael as a mantle is explicitly a legacy mantle that JPV holds.

Yes, Steph as the Spoiler and Duke and the Signal work and were accepted by the public as solid hero names, but those were both their first proper identities, and they were new characters without a significant weight of backstory.

Oracle works as an identity for Barbara because John Ostrander and Kim Yale spent the time and worked up a backstory for Barbara's transition into becoming Oracle, and made it full of joy and promise. She seized something new and created it for herself out of the ruins of where she'd been left as a character.

This is why I hate when people just throw out suggestions for random bird names for Tim to have a new identity. It has no depth to it. There's no point in calling Tim 'Blackbird' or 'Raptor' or whatever unless you invest in storytelling for why Tim would find that a meaningful name to represent. Why does he attach more meaning to it than being Robin (or Red Robin). It's lazy storytelling.

You can rescue it from an Elseworlds or another Earth. It doesn't have to be a direct "I am giving you my ID" like the transfer of Robin. But it needs to have history to it as a name for it to feel right as an identity for Tim Drake, a legacy character who has been around for 35 years, and who is fiercely associated with the concept of belonging to a team. It needs to speak to who he is as a character, and what his goals are in using that identity.

This is why Tim!Nightwing during the Ric Grayson period would have worked - Nightwing has that meaning, and if you wrote Tim and Dick working on finding a 'graduation' name for Tim through that story you could have stuck whatever nonsense you wanted as it, because then you would have built in the meaning (that it was a Dick and Tim project together).

So yeah, that's what I'd like to see for a Tim with a new identity. Someone who's put in the work to choose something meaningful from the back catalogue and develop an argument that Tim would use it. Because they're going to have to sell fans on it.

If, however you mean transition in terms of 'Tim is trans': no. I do not think it is likely that DC are interested in writing that for Tim, and I am really reluctant to see it as it would only get him pigeonholed even harder as 'the queer Robin', to be pulled out for use out of obligation for Pride.

Also they just got burnt over that Kon story and its reaction, and I think DC are currently more interested in working on their development of trans characters who are trans from creation (see Nia Nal, who's getting a boost in the current events).