#only fic I liked that did this had tim acknowledging he was being irrational and that was part of the problem

[dcnatural]

What Hides In The Dark

Anonymous requested: Hello. May I request a imagine about Tim Drake being a werewolf and only his S/O can calm the wolf down if he lose control (this purely inspired by a fic lol).

Word Count: 1423 

Pairing: Werewolf!Tim x Reader

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Tim Drake, is a werewolf, and when he escapes, it’s up to you to make sure he’s safe

The full moon was high in the Gotham sky, it’s pale silver glow illuminating the city bellow. The streets were silent at this time of the night, save for the occasional rumbling of a passing car. Most law abiding citizens would never, under any circumstance, leave their houses after the sun disappeared below the horizon. The nights belonged to the criminals and the vigilantes.

And to you. You didn’t belong to any of the two categories, but you still had your place in the darkened streets. Always lurking somewhere in the middle of the good and the bad, you wandered by this cursed city way past midnight, looking for the beings of shadow and fear. If the vigilantes kept the city safe from thieves and murderers, you kept it safe from demons and monsters.

Despite sharing the cover that the darkness offered, the worlds of nature and magic barely ever crossed paths. It wasn’t your duty to fight serial killers, and it wasn’t Batman’s duty to send ghosts back to where they had come from. You didn’t even know if he acknowledge the parallel battle happening in the city.

Your mission had been passed to generation after generation of your family. Your bloodline possessed the rare ability to see behind the mask of reality, and considered their sacred duty to keep the supernatural at bay. You lived to protect the others from what they couldn’t see.

But sometimes, fate had a funny way of uniting people. Murderer by day, werewolf by night, Kyle Abbot had proven himself a menace in all forms. It was investigating Abbot that you first ran into Robin. The chemistry was explosive. You didn’t believe in love at first sight before, but it was the only way to explain what had happened in the moment your gaze crossed his. 

The two of you had a lot in common: both were warriors fighting the battle against the darkness, living a secret life surrounded by mysteries and lies. Neither of you had many friends, and in each other, you and him found companionship. You should have known better. You should have seen it coming. For you knew that no good things happened when magic and nature mingled.

During the fight, the werewolf’s claws pierced Robin’s suit, scratching the skin. After the police had Abbot under custody, you immediately treated Robin’s wounds. But it was too late, the damage had been done: in the next full moon, he would be transformed into a wolf and there was nothing you could do to stop that. In a strange way, his new condition brought the two of you closer. You began to meet him daily, going out every day after class. He trusted you with his real identity, and you trusted him with yours.

In the days leading to his first shifting, you arranged a safe space, a place he could stay when his bones cracked to accommodate his new form, and his hair grew to cover his whole body. You kept Tim company during the full moons. You protected him and prevented him from doing harm to others. Even in his irrational wolf form, he began to bond with you: his animal self becoming loyal to you.

But even the best engineered cages sometimes fail, and that's how you found yourself running around Gotham, following the trail of bloody footprints staining the gray concrete. You found him cornered against the wall of a dead end, a huge wolf with reddish-brown fur, jaw open, revealing the sharp fangs, and claws ready to attack. Blocking the entrance of the alley, there was a man wearing a black suit with a blue, bird-shaped design in his chest. He wielded escrima sticks, ready to defend himself from the creature.

“Dick!”, you shouted, not needing to see the man’s face to recognize him as Tim’s adoptive brother. “Don’t hurt him!”

Nightwing turned, and the moment his eyes left the wolf, the animal jumped on top of him, it’s weight bringing him down.

“Tim! No!”, you commanded, voice slightly unsure. What if he doesn’t listen to me?

But he did. The creature’s head snapped in your direction, eyes glowing yellow like embers. A thick thread of saliva hang from its open mouth, dripping into Nightwing’s cheek.

“Tim”, you tried again, testing if he was indeed reacting to your words. The wolf blinked expectantly. “Please, I need you to back away.”

There was a beat of silence, but then he slowly let go of his older brother. You smiled and nodded at Tim, and gave a tentative step towards him. His fur bristled up and quicker than your eyes could register, he ran past you, disappearing between the buildings and cars.

 Dick pushed himself back onto his feet. “What did you do to my brother?”, he inquired, anger making his skin burn red. He towered over you, and your heartbeat quickened. 

“What?”, you exclaimed. How dare he blame me for this? “How is this my fault?”

He poked your chest with a gloved finger. “He starts dating a witch and suddenly he became a werewolf? I’m pretty sure it’s your fault.”

“I’m not a witch”, you said through gritted teeth. “I can use magic, but I’m not a witch.”

“It doesn’t matter. Just undo whatever you have done.”

“I did nothing!” And then realization hit you. “You didn’t know, did you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Tim never told you or Bruce that he is a werewolf.”

A unreadable expression took over Dick’s face. “How long? How long has he been like this?”

Your lips curved in a pitiful smile. “Six months. It’s kind of what brought us together.”

He closed his eyes, rubbing a finger in his forehead. You had noticed Bruce did the same thing when thinking. Finally, he sighed. “I’m sorry I accused you. But we need to find him, before someone hurts him.”

“Or he hurts someone”, you completed.

* * *

It took half an hour for you to find Tim again. For a large animal, he was surprisingly good at hiding. Fallen leaves in shades of brown, red, yellow and orange covered the ground of Robinson Park. Chewing noises came from a bush, and you ran the remaining distance. Crouching on the grass, the wolf devoured a blood covered bunny.

You approached him carefully. “Timmy”, you called and once more, he stopped what he was doing to look at you. You took a deep breath and kneeled on the ground, so your face would be level with his. Your actions were measured, you were afraid of scaring him away once more. 

His animalistic gaze held yours and you dared to reach a hand out. It hang awkwardly in air for a second, before Tim moved forward, burying his snout on your palm and licking it greedily. You raised your other hand to caress his ears and he barked, seemingly at ease.

“Good boy”, you whispered.

Nightwing handed you the collar and leash he had picked over during your search. And while you hated having to use those on Tim, you had to agree it was the best way to bring him back to your hideout. 

Making Tim walk back into the cage was complicated, as he would often try to race after passing cars or pick fights with street dogs, but after a long journey, you and Dick managed to successfully secure Tim inside it. You checked the padlock twice, and cast a spell just to be sure, before turning your back to the cage.

“I should go”, Dick said, running the back of his hand along his forehead to clean the droplets of sweat that had formed during the mission. “I’ll talk with him tomorrow.”

“Try not to judge too much. I know it’s complicated and unusual, but he’s still the same person he was before”, you told him before waving your goodbyes. 

Once Dick was gone, you sat on the wooden rocking chair you usually used and stayed awake until the sun rose. You always hated seeing the transition: the cries of pain that escaped Tim’s throat made your heart break. He blinked once, then twice, his brain adjusting to the return of his human senses.

“Hey, you”, you said, rising to open the door.

“Hey”, Tim answered, his voice sore and sleepy. He stumbled onto his feet and hugged you, head resting on your shoulder. “Thank you.”

“What for?”, you inquired.

“For being here. For helping me.”

You smiled and kissed him. “It’s you and me, Tim Wolf. You and me against the world.”

[awkwardbluefish]

A prayer to whoever’s listening

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Series name: Praying

Chapter title: A prayer to whoever’s listening

Warnings: Swearing, sad thoughts (nothing major)

Summary: After a breakdown Tim tries resurrecting his friends again. It works in an unsuspected way. Or, the fic where Tim becomes a dad.

A/n - I made myself sad. You’re welcome.

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Nothing had changed and Tim doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. Bruce was back but it wasn’t enough and Tim’s being selfish and he knows that but he doesn’t care.

Bruce is back and Tim still isn’t wanted. Bruce is back and everything should be better because someone Tim loves is back again, breathing again, alive again when nobody else is. (Steph, Bart, Kon, Jack, Dana, Janet-) Bruce is back and Tim should feel better, not great but better. He doesn’t.

There’s no apologies, no thank you’s for bringing Bruce back. Truth be told he didn’t want any of those things, all he wanted was to be acknowledged.

Acknowledged that he was still apart of the family, acknowledged that he wasn’t crazy, acknowledged that he was still needed and wanted. He didn’t get any of those things so he tried to stay useful, even if he’ll only ever be second best.

He tried and he tried but he only ever ended up second best and sometimes, not even that. He wasn’t good enough, Tim knew that but he wanted to know why. What was he doing wrong?

Did he need to be a better vigilante? More skilled and deadly? He could do that, he would do anything if they just told him why he wasn’t useful enough. He needed to know what he was doing wrong.

He wanted it to go back to the old days. Where he was still Robin and he was useful and needed. He wanted it to go back where Bruce gave him smiles, no matter how small. He wanted to back to the days where Dick would call him little brother and mean it. But that wasn’t going to happen, was it? Tim knew it wouldn’t.

Nothing significant happened today but for reasons that didn’t make any logical sense to Tim, he was crouched in a corner of his apartment. His hands were pulling at his hair and his breathing was coming out harsh and haggard. He felt like he wasn’t breathing and his skin was too tight and uncomfortable. His shoulders were shaking and he lowered his head, sucking in a harsh breath through his teeth.

Nothing and everything was wrong. Everything had just built up and Tim should be able to handle it, he was required to handle it. Instead he was curled up in a dark corner of his trashed apartment and trying not to scream.

One too many times had he been brushed off. One too many times he was talked down at, like he was nothing but trash. One too many times have people rescheduled plans with him. One too many times people have ignored him. One too many times he’s been pulled off the shelf and dusted, only to be placed right back.

Tim squeezed his eyes shut, going limp against the wall. He wanted to feel needed, to feel loved. He wanted everything to go back to normal. Normal like being apart of the Teen Titans. Normal like hanging out with Kon and Bart. God, he missed them so much that it hurt.

Because they never pretended to want him. They never pretended they loved him. They did and they made sure Tim knew it even when he didn’t believe it. Maybe he never truly did but they never gave up. They made Tim feel wanted and now they were gone. The only two people who ever truly cared were gone and they weren’t ever coming back.

Tim let out a scream then, raw and painful and it echoed throughout his apartment and made his throat scratch in pain. He didn’t cry, couldn’t. He’s shed too many tears already. He leaned forward and smashed his back against the wall in a fit of unheeded and irrational anger.

It dissipated quickly and Tim was left feeling numb as he cracked his eyes open. He was cold and lonely, he felt like he was six again and his parents had left for another dig. Tim didn’t miss the feeling.

He trailed his eyes over his apartment lazily, sighing at all the mess. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it unnecessarily. This is what he got for having a fit.

After a minute he managed to heave himself up and start cleaning. He had nothing better to do, it wasn’t like he had plans or anything. He picked up broken pictures, threw away empty take outs, folded clean clothes, threw dirty ones in the hamper and wiped down his coffee table.

The apartment looked decent after a while except for a wooden plank sticking up. Tim sighed before crouching next to, about to pull the the thing down before a metal box caught his attention. The one with all his old photos.

Not thinking he yanked the wood of plank off and put it aside. He reached in and pulled out the medium sized steel box. Tim pressed in the code without thinking, knowing it off by heart. If the code was punched in wrong it would release a gas to destroy all the pictures and evidence in side. Call Tim paranoid but he wasn’t about to let someone get a hold of it.

The lid popped up with a hiss and Tim ruffled through the pictures, a bittersweet smile slipping on. After riffling through the photos for a while Tim noticed that there was a false bottom in the box. A frown tugged at Tim’s lips, he hadn’t remembered that.

The dimensions were slightly off for the size of storage space the box should have provided. Tim pulled out a pocketknife he kept on his person and pried the false bottom up with ease. When the contents caught Tim’s eye he froze and the false bottom slipped through his slack fingers.

Two green vials glimmered up at him. Tim’s breath hitched and he reached forward and picked one of them up. It was cold and small in his hand and he fingered the glass in disbelief. These were the spare ones of Bart and Kon. He thought they were destroyed.

He swallowed thickly and looked in the box. He picked up the other one and gently placed them next to him. There were scratch marks at the bottom of the box, barley readable. Tim squinted before he made out the word ‘spare’ and ‘keep hidden.’

His airways felt blocked. He doesn’t remember much from the night he tried in vain to bring his friends back but he does know Dick had stopped him. When they had gotten back to the manor Dick had left him in the room for a minute and Tim had scrambled for the box, something clutched tightly in his hands.

Tim shook his head and swallowed again. He knows he shouldn’t, knows it might not even work. But as he looks at the green vials on the floor he knows he won’t be able to pretend he never saw them. They are the only parts of his friends, he can’t just let that go.

He was going to be selfish and many people will get angry. Tim doesn’t think he cares as he pockets the vials in his belt of the Red Robin suit. No, he knows he doesn’t. He needs them, he always has.

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Red goes for the base where there’s no one. It’s run down and collapsed, one of the ones the bats had exploded and attempted to destroy. Tim had known from day one it wasn’t, but he never told anyone and he doesn’t know why. Maybe he does and he just won’t admit it.

There’s no fighting to get in, no traps waiting for him. Red’s still careful though, looking for any signs of a trap or anything suspicious. There isn’t so Red makes sure he’s invisible. He doesn’t want anyone finding out.

Eventually he finds his way to the pool of green. It’s significantly smaller than when the base wasn’t collapsed and destroyed. It’ll do the trick though, Red tells himself. Prays to himself. It has to.

He kneels next to the pool of green, sitting on his legs and sinking into the mud around the pit. He pulled back his cowl with a deep breath, feeling his heart hammer against his chest painfully as the green glinted at him, whispering promises that Tim wanted to desperately believe.

Instead he shook his head and pulled the vials out carefully. His fingers trembled as he uncorked the first vial.

“Come back to me, Bart.” He whispered, tipping the vial to the side. The green inside it tumbled out, splashing and swirling into the lazuras. Tim waited.

And nothing happened.

“No, no, no.” Tim shook his head and uncorked the other vial with shaky fingers. He poured it into the pit, away from the other swirling heap. “Come on, come on!”

He watched it swirl and swirl like it was teasing him and it just wasn’t fair. Why wasn’t it working? He slammed a gloved fist into the muck of dirt and glared as his ribs squeezed around his heart.

“You have to work! You worked for Jason and Damian! You have to work!” Tim was sure he was yelling but he couldn’t care less. His throat scratched and he pounded his fist into the dirt again.

“This isn’t fair! You take everything from me and expect me to live my life like normal?! You take everyone away, everyone! Can’t I just have them back, just them!”

Tim let out a scream, hunching his body forward and letting his tears slip into the lazuras. It wasn’t fair. He’s just asking for them, just them. Couldn’t he ask for this one thing.

“Please.” Tim whispered, sniffling. “I don’t deserve them, I know that. But I need them, please, just bring them back.”

Tim waited and waited before he pulled his upper body up. His legs ached at carrying all his weight but he couldn’t be bothered moving. He leaned his head back, staring at the shadows on the cave walls.

“I’m pathetic.” He whispered before laughing. “So fucking pathetic.”

Tim laughed and then it turned into a sob and the tears started again. He stared at the the cave walls still, praying to whatever gods there were to bring them back. He didn’t deserve them and they didn’t deserve dealing with him but Tim needed them. He truly did.

When his tears dried out and his muscles ached he finally got up. His legs were stiff and sore and his face felt tight and scratchy. He pulled off his dirt covered gloves and pocketed them into the belt before sighing.

He should’ve know it wouldn’t have worked. The others would have known it wouldn’t have. Always the stupid one.

Tim turned his back as a wail pierces the air, loud and fierce and his heart jumped and his body grew cold and hot in disbelief.

He flung himself around, tumbling onto the ground and crawling on his hands and knees to get to the pit. A baby rested in the shallow bit, stark naked and wailing like a newborn.

Tim’s mouth hung open and he closed it, swallowing thickly. That was the spot he poured the first vial.

He reached forward, hands shaking before he stilled them. His left hand slid under the babes head and his right wrapped around his bottom. It was a boy.

He pulled the baby up, holding it in a cradle hold he had seen plenty of times. This wasn’t the first time Tim had ever held a baby but it felt like it was. He was terrified.

Tim studied the babe, felt his stomach squeeze as his wails calmed down, eyes cracking open a bare inch. Green eyes peered up at him and Tim let out a laugh of disbelief. His eyes were green, just like Bart’s.

“Hey, buddy.” Tim whispered as another wail pierced the air just like before.

Another baby boy rested in the shallows of the pit, exactly were Tim poured the other vile. As if to confirm it Tim saw a peak of blue eyes before they shut and he let out a weaker wail.

“Come here, little one.” Tim whispered, changing his position and going cross legged. With one hand he pulled his cape off around his shoulders and laid it in his lap. Gently he placed the first babe in before reaching for the other.

It wailed a little louder when Tim first picked him up and he winched. He sighed in relief when the baby boy calmed, eyes closing and chest rising and falling. Carefully Tim held them both before looking up at the cave roof.

“Thank you.” He whispered as a stray tear trailed down his cheek.