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JayTim K-POP AU WIP

A plastic box gets shoved to his chest.

Only because he allows it, obviously, because the little gremlin of a brat is still several lifetimes away from being able to get a drop on him.

Though the demon spawn is also a picture of silence, lips pursed and shoulders tense where his fist extends to press whatever he bought on Jason’s pecs.

With a barely audible sigh, Jason peels that arm off to see what it was that demanded his attention so badly that the kid broke into one of the few safe-houses Jason thought was off the Bat-radar.

The answer is a thick box, covered with a glossy sleeve. On the cover are a group of five men piled on top of each other, composed artfully to look like a playful candid rather than an unfortunate accident. The only other thing on it is a logo stylized to look like a clock. Jason might be able to read where the lines form ‘SPF50’.

He sends Damian a blank look. The kid visibly heckles.

“Tt.” he starts, “This isn’t for me- I would like to emphasize that, for the record.”

Pause. Damian crosses his arms. “It’s Jon. He gave me an adequate birthday gift. It would be a dishonor to reciprocate with anything less.”

Jason replies to that with a hand gesture. What the hell does that have to do with him?

Damian looks at him like he’s rotten meat. Jason returns the glare twofold.

A frustrated groan. The kid almost swipes his arm back- like he was about to reach for his katana before realizing he’s out of costume. “Are you daft, Todd? I am asking for a favor. Name your price.”

“Yeah, Shrimp, I got that.” Jason bites back, “I’m just wonderin’ why the hell anythin’ related to this-“ he holds up the album, “-would be somethin’ I have an in with.”

Without missing a beat, Damian swipes back the album and pulls a card out from the middle to show him.

It’s a low angle selfie, cutting the pictured man off at the forehead. Stray locks, black with a blue-ish tint, fall just at the edge of the frame, and shadow a pair of striking blue eyes. Below that is a lopsided grin showing off a row of straight teeth. The rest of the picture is a swath of yellow- maybe a hoodie? Its laughably big though, dipping low enough to show the prominent curves of the man’s collarbones.

“This is why.” Damian says, before Jason could get a word in. “Your paramour, he’s Jon’s favorite in the group. He must be detestable if he has stooped low enough to romantically engage with you of all people, but nevertheless. Have him and his group sign this album and I will owe you one favor.”

“Huh.” Jason starts. Stops. Considers if he’s in the mood to start a fight. Sighs instead. “You’re outta luck, kid. I don’t know any of these guys.”

Damian’s eyes narrow. He steps forward in a stomp. “Don’t try and lie to me, Todd. Everyone has confirmed you are dating this idol. Agree to my terms before I am pushed to use force-Ow!”

Jason’s fingers moved to flick Damian’s forehead before he even registers that they did. “You can’t force me to do anythin’, Brat. I’ll send you back to your Mom.”

He flicks the other’s nose this time before he can respond, garnering another indignant squawk. “And two- just because you heard Blondie constantly yammerin’ about it doesn’t make it a public fact.”

Jason moves for the chin this time, but Damian has jumped away from striking range and looks a second away from hissing.

Jason would probably hiss back at him if he did. Something about this kid is just makes you want to mess with him.

But Damian seems to already be in retreat mode, sulkily skulking back to Jason’s fire escape with a deep scowl.

“Fine.” he says, right by the threshold of the apartment. “You prove yourself yet again useless. But just so you know Brown isn’t the only one talking- Father also suspects.”

And he’s gone just as Jason opens his mouth.

“Bruce?”

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1. Galky i cannot overstate how much I’m obsessed with Under the Vitrine Glass 😔😔😔😔 it kept giving and giving and my the end of it i truly understood the utter devastation of never being able to experience that for the first time again.

2. On one hand my fave chapter was the culmination where Jason’s trailing Tim during the abduction and just has to…. Sit with it. On the other hand the chapter with their confession scene had me howling like a stock wolf sound in a kid’s show halloween special u see

6. Steph’s high school au romcom guess of what jaytim was doing undercover is definitely up there for things that suddenly come into my mind like a pop-up ad on kissanime and so is young justice eating their defeated crab monster

but actually that part in fates when jasons in tims bathroom panickedly calling roy and the archer says like ‘how do u platonically call another man baby 🤔’ that haunts my dreams like a generational curse

8. Your prose!!! And descriptions!!! You’re rlly great at setting moods and pacing and im so jelly of how well you do ur dialogues!!!!

9. I think we’re all excited for fates!!! But honestly i am also creeping in the corner for ur once-mentioned vitrine sequel bodyguard fic

12. Obvious answer aside, i actually revisit your drabble series a lot!!!! Like refilling a cup of coffee the whole thing is just a rlly nice pick-me-up!!

13. One day I’ll be some boring business person in a boring desk job and ill have a business card that i give out to everyone and under my name and contact information itll be right there: ‘read galkyrie fics on ao3’ (jk but it’s definitely on my starter list anytime i have friends who want to get into jaytim!!)

Roppie hiiii omg thank you!

As soon as Fates is finished I'm going to be going through and do a rewrite for Vitrine so! Maybe you WILL get to feel like you're reading it for the first time again.

I'm SO glad to hear that the scene with Jason having to just wait was as effective as I was hoping, I tried really hard to strike a balance between Tim's competence and the danger the position he'd put himself in posed, and Jason's absolute respect for the first one while struggling with the second. It and the scene where Tim needs him to touch him to ground him mean SO much to me.

I'm delighted to hear that some of the funnier parts work for you! I'm always questioning if these things are amusing to anyone but me

I actually wrote the first few scenes for the Vitrine sequel WAY back and will have to look at it again at some point- I have NOT forgotten I'm just a baby who doesn't want to look up new jerseys municipal codes and would need some fortitude to write Tim in his "Wayne Heir" persona for an extended amount of time

Honestly this was so sweet and thank you for taking the time to send it. I'll have you know I read your JTW time-travel comic basically three times a week because!!! Doting husband Jason who can't resist spoiling his Babybird even if it risks a paradox, and giving Jay shit and baby Jason's surprised Pikachu face the second he says "husbands" is the CUTEST thing

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Vague Age Swap au WIP

Somewhat prompted by this specific ask!!!

Jason sees Tim's case file for the first time when he's 12.

It passes by as a glimpse while Bruce is combing through possible links between two separate attacks on City Hall, but Jason latches onto it. It's a kid his age between middle-aged crooks, and the idea they're put on the same level rankles something in Jason's gut.

Newly christened Robin-status be damned, he kicks the back of the Batcomputer chair and forces Bruce to turn and face him.

"What the fuck, B?" he exclaims, jabbing a finger at his face. "Are you arresting kids?"

Bruce, for his part, looks perplexed for one moment  before it smooths out to impassivity. "I do not."

Jason takes to the console and switches back to profile he saw. "What's this, then?"

And a twitch of Bruce's brow betrays annoyance, one surprising enough that Jason pauses, head tilted to the side.

"Bruce?"

"I've never arrested him." he says, tone carefully neutral. "He's not linked to any crimes."

Bruce then leans back, allowing Jason to read the file for himself. He takes to it with a gusto, filled with curiosity on what would incite that kind of reaction.

The face that stares back at him is young, in a polished smile the way Jason imagines rich kids are thought to be on their father's knees. The photo itself might have been from a yearbook- at one of those fancy-schmancy schools that got a uniform with a fucking blazer.

With those impressions alone Jason still has no idea why this prissy kid embodying the crust of Gotham elite would be on Bruce's radar.

Curiosity gets the better of him. Jason skips through the personal information to go straight to case notes.

Seen above Club Vesuvius on 11/24

Seen outside container yard unit F302 on 11/17

Seen exiting S.T.A.R Labs on 11/05

Seen at Giordano Botanical Gardens on 11/01

Alleytown sightings on 10/18, 10/19, 10/20, 10/26, and 10/28

Crown point sightings on 10/04, 0/06, 10/10, 10/12, and 10/15

Seen at Trigate bridge on 09/14

And it goes on, and on. Appearances around rogue attacks, on the edge of weapons trades, just on different streets- always linked to one Batman takedown or another.

Jason notices the dates too, never a week without the kid popping up somewhere, listed out months before Bruce even found him. Present but unattached to any of the events he's seen in.

Like a distant spectre following the Bat's every move.

He scrolls further down, to any assessments Bruce might've made on this, because a teenager stalking Batman seems an awful lot like something nefarious building up to chaos, but he's hit with an extra authorization prompt for a code he doesn't have.

Bruce takes over the computer console before Jason can attempt to crack it, minimizing the tab back to the video coverage of Neil Murphy's shirt in a rapidly growing puddle of red.

"Who isthat?"

"Tim Drake." Bruce replies, in a sardonic tone that would irritate him if he bothered to catch the name before.

Jason still lets out a huff. "What's his deal? How is he following you so often?"

That brow of his twitches again, paired with a frown Jason's only seen when someone mentions Nightwing. Fingers tap on the console in a language unknown to the teen. Bruce tersely says, "He knows."

A pause, heartbeat spiking as Jason absorbs what that means. But even then- "Still doesn't explain why he's stalking you."

Bruce's exhale could be a sigh. "Not just me. He has a camera."

"Information broker?"

The frown turns contemplative. "No, not quite."

Then what? Jason's brain tries to piece it together, the image of a figure that knows Bruce's- all- of their identities, actively tails them, and takes photographic evidence of every fight they have. He tries to come up with any logical reason a teenager might do that. Then narrows those down to non-evil purposes. There aren't much.

Is he dangerous? Jason wants to ask. Everything here is a pretty big neon sign to the road of villainy. But Jason is still hung up on the age- this kid looked younger than him for fuck's sake! It doesn't make sense for him to be acting this out alone. And if there is a larger perpetrator behind this- Jason's thoughts go back to the kid's placid blue eyes, the plastic smile and steel posture- what comes out of his mouth becomes. "Is he safe?

It's evidently not the question Bruce expects. Another silence with that constipated frown of his. Jason's feet tap restlessly on the floor in the meantime.

It stops silent with Bruce's pointed stare.

"Stay away from him."

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Another monday WIP dump!!!!

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His outburst is met with silence. When Barbara speaks again it’s not a response. “How much have you and Tim talked about this? In terms of what it means for the both of you?”

The way she says it prickles. Jason replies anyway.

“As much as you’d expect.” which is to say, not enough to settle either of them.

-

Tim frowns. Between this outing, Jason’s reaction, and his own still present need to get a replacement for this stupid fish, maybe there’s an easier way to go about it.

“We should go home.” he says, because if he’s about to resort to disappointing means then Jason deserves to be spared the knowledge a little longer. “Want me to drive?”

-

“Oh, Tim.” Ives says, setting down his notebook on the nearby table. “You always do this. Work yourself into panic at the last minute.”

“Yeah,” a weak laugh, “That is why you’re the one here instead of my gallant knight.”

Ives shrugs. “He’d be far better at comforting you, though.”

“Don’t discredit yourself now, Ives. Being my oldest friend has to count for something.” Tim continues. “And you can save your comfort. I’d much rather you get a goblet of wine and lend me that brain of yours.”

-

(Luckily he got swept up in a cross-city case that took him out of having to deal with the mortification for having to be followed up on that.

And luckily he got slammed onto the bridge railing and was on bed rest for broken ribs when he realized that if the civilian cashier noticed his unhealthy habit of checking Jason out then the older vigilante definitely has.)

-

Jason pauses at that. Runs through all the friends of Tim’s he knows and draws up a blank to any that would be walking down the aisle any time soon.

“Are your friends even legal to marry?”

A balled up sock narrowly misses his head.

“I’m 22, Asshole.”

-

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Hi

#9 “Fine, you can use me as a pillow.”- platonic relationship with Damian and Tim please

Hi!!!!! Thank you for coming in!! I didn’t edit this too much but i hope you enjoy!!

Dami + Tim for no. 9

Back when Tim was starting out and Young Justice was still an active thorn in the universe’s side, he contracted a rare alien fever from a random specimen Slobo somehow brought onto the ship.

Well, technically, everyone else got bitten too- but it just so happened that being the ‘squishy human’ of the group does wonders in catching everything with triple potency.

So for the next week or so Tim, as Robin- or in his most vulnerable moments, as Alvin, tried to conduct himself with as much composure as an ill 14-year-old that may or may not have had a bone-deteriorating disease could.

Which meant a lot of channeling one’s inner Batman- stubbornly ignoring symptoms, outright denying anything was wrong, and steadily snapping at anyone who insinuated that he should take a break in any way.

At one point Kon got so mad he was being unreasonable the Kryptonian tried to knock him out cold with repeated fists.

It was one of the most miserable missions in Tim’s life and remembering it now- almost a decade in- he hopes wherever Slobo is, he chokes.

But that’s neither here nor there.

His teenage encounter with designer diseases (extraterrestrial ones, not like, the clench. Was that in the same year? Jesus.) has little bearings towards his situation now.

With the exception of Damian’s stellar theatric reenactment of Teenage Robin in Stage II Thyrgozieitis, that is.

“Did you go to space anytime this month?”

A kick aims to his side. It misses him by a solid 3 inches. “That is the fourth time you’ve asked, Timothy. The answer has not changed.”

Not even laced with a single insult. Tim fears the kid might actually be dying.

Even now he can hear the labor in Damian’s breath, and the tension in the lines of his body that keeps him from shaking. Tim would eat his left boot if a thermal reading now puts him at less than 100 F.

“Stop looking at me, Drake.”

And yikes, back to last name basis.

He turns his head away but still monitors the teen from the corner of his eye. Damian of course, probably notices this (or doesn’t, who can tell how delirious he actually is) but he can’t say anything when it was Tim that let him stay on the op in the first place.

Not that he thinks Damian is any more useful than a vegetable right now though. In fact everyone’s been quite aware that the kid is in no shape to do anything besides basic eating motions.

Tim pushed back from Bruce trying to bench him though. Which understandably got protests from Dick and less understandably from Jason, but he stood firm.

Damian’s been in a weird teenage rebellion phase- one which maybe only really Dick could relate to, since Jason and Tim’s transitional periods was a death and a grief-stricken Fleabag arc- he’s shot up like an internet cryptid and with the change strayed farther and farther from Bruce’s sphere.

The kid’s trying to prove himself. And Tim guesses one of the ways dumb 16-year-olds do that is pushing beyond reasonable limits out of spite.

(Tim would say he never did that at that age, but again, Fleabag arc, who knows what happened there)

But grounding him like a child (despite all logical reason to) might be a nett bad in ways they haven’t even seen yet, so Tim proposed that Damian stay in position, just somewhere that won’t see much action. And then put Tim there too, to make sure he doesn’t get in the way.

This of course puts them down one man, but it’s not like they’re lacking in vigilantes. They should call Helena, this was around her turf anyway.

He presented it in the way that appeals to Bruce the most- mostly logical arguments with a sprinkle of parental skill scolding- and if he alluded to a few past instances with the intention to guilt trip no one can hold that against him.

So this puts them here now, on standby for a signal that will never come.

An imperceptible shiver. It’s the hottest night of the year.

He’s let the kid maintain his dignity for the past few hours, but the tug of concern is almost clawing at this point.

“Damian, maybe you should step farther from the ledge.”

It’s through grit teeth when the teen replies, “It’s fine.”

Not for the first time this night Tim considers telling him he’s on glorified baby watch just to get him to stand down, but that won’t help the situation now.

He pulls the kid back by the shoulder. The resistance is barely anything of note. “At least sit down properly.”

“This is inefficient. We won’t be able to see anything.”

“Speak for yourself, Gremlin. I’ll keep watch, you go lie down.”

“Ridiculous. It’s better to have two eyes on the situation.”

“Yeah? How well can you actually see right now?”

Damian narrows his eyes and scowls, but doesn’t actually try to argue. That just adds to Tim’s increasing worry.

Whatever Tim’s face did at that thought causes the kid to bristle, hissing “You will not send me back. I refuse to be a liability in the middle of a mission.”

And well. No sending him back via Batmobile then. Change of tactics.

“Look- Damian, it couldn’t be more obvious than a neon sign that you’re sick right now.” And the teen’s face twists at that, Tim pushes forward despite the twinge of guilt.

“You’re still on this mission so I don’t think Bruce knows,” a blatant lie, “But he will if you pass out from your drop and it would get you benched indefinitely if he does.”

“No, shut up.” He says, before Damian can even retort, the scrunched up expression on his visage will only start a fight.

“There’s two of us here. Nothing’s happened yet. Spare your energy for when things actually get rolling and maybe we can get out of this without everyone hounding your ass.”

It’s not his best cover story by far. If Damian was his regular self he would be poking the visible holes in this lie like a toddler’s first encounter with Swiss cheese.

But as it stands now his face smoothens quite a bit, but his eyes are still calculating and the line of his mouth tense.

“Why would you cover for me? I’m sure it’d be much more beneficial for you to rat me out.”

“Leveraging one’s weakness to prop yourself up’s always been more of your thing than mine, Brat.” Tim breathes out, crossing his arms. “And it’d look super bad on me for letting you hang here this long knowing you’re sick. I’m not looking forward to a lecture from Bruce and Dick just because you wanted to be dumb and reckless.”

He sneers the last part to really sell it- it’s too transparent otherwise. Truth is everyone is just really worried and Tim’s simple ruse is one conducted so there would be the least amount of fighting possible.

(And maybe he can appreciate worthless pride.

It’s a Robin thing to grapple with complicated relationships with legacy and relationships with Bruce, and with his own being as complex and multi-layered of a dumpster fire as it was, could he really be blamed for wanting to smooth out Damian’s?)

But those wouldn’t be reasons Damian would reliably believe.

The kid hums. Ruminates, maybe. All the while his expression still stays vaguely sour. But eventually Damian only says. “You swear not to tell anyone about this?”

Tim nods. “As long as you rest up until we have to go.”

A beat of silence. “I am not lying down on this floor.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Tim scoots forward. “Fine, you can use me as a pillow.”

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Monday WIPs dump with the hopes itll motivate me finish any of these

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“Cheer up, Baby. No one expects you to pull a perfect heist plan outta your ass.”

It says a lot about Tim as a person that that makes him feel indignant more than anything.

-

So basically, that’s where Tim is right now. Doing regular grocery trips for the first time in his life to partly to engage in a silent performance piece for the chance to glimpse at his co-worker in his best domestic fit.

There is nothing to be said about this situation that he hasn’t already berated himself for.

-

There are no wards.

And Tim knows there weren’t going to be, but seeing Crime Alley so vulnerable is disconcerting. There’s a lack of buzz across his skin when he crosses what would be the barrier, and he doesn’t get the prying sting of Jason’s magic demanding why he entered.

-

Tim stills ever so slightly. “Um,” he plasters on a smile and swerves, “Are you heading to the docks later?”

As smooth as a multi-vehicle crash. “Oh, now I gotta hear this one.”

-

“Not that I’m not ecstatic to have you finish my leftovers, but like, did you…need anything?”

Jason glares at the other’s heavy-handed attempt to pretend Jason didn’t just spend an undetermined amount of time clinging onto him like an abandoned puppy, but shrugs it off.

-

Another sigh. “Stephanie did, which you might’ve known if you let Ives speak.” He runs a hand down his face. “Please tell me this is not some alternate strategy to hinder my departure.”

“It is not.” Jason lies.

Tim groans. “I thought we settled this, Jay.”

“Nah,” Jason says, leaning forward. “You distracted me with sex. Very underhanded of you, My Lord.”

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Chapters: 1/1

Relationship: Tim Drake/Jason Todd

Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, but more reluctant allies really, Crossdressing, Asian-American Tim Drake, Fluff and Humor, part love letter part history lesson and part travel guide

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A journey of self-discovery and reconnecting with your culture was no place to involve your lovesick almost murderer, even if they were by all quantifiable measures, friends.

Or,

The development of Tim and Jason's relationship through their meetings in various Indonesian cities.

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Share the last line of your work in progress and then tag as many people as there are words in it not tagging anyone but if you want to feel free!!!

(Sharing a few!!!!! Bcs i,,,, have no impulse control 😃)

Tagged by @galkyrie

Jason exhales. Wars between sincerity and falling back to jabs. The slightest tremble of Tim’s lip makes the decision for him.

His lack of personal exploration and connection to this part of his lineage suddenly feels like a glaring hole, prickling his joints like the loss of a limb, mocking him in the face of his child wanting to know every aspect of the family he’s only now coming to know. Jesus.

Jason pauses at that. Runs through all the friends of Tim’s he knows and draws up a blank to any that would be walking down the aisle any time soon. “Are any of ‘em even legal to marry?”

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Jaytim enjoyers can now see an expansion of this verse via fic 👍

And then they started a book club.

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Love your art!! And the little snipets of fics look amazing, just, do you have an AO3 or a tag for your fics? I'm in movil and can't find any other fic...

Hey!! Thank you so much!!! Ndjsjsnsjss my fic tag is ‘roppie tries to write’, but you can also find me on ao3 as roppiepop!!!