#skater boi tim

[rubydubydoo122]

Fandom loves to like swap Tim dick and Jason’s character traits around like the funniest thing people do with Tim drake is say he has no friends. Sorry but affectionately the looser with no/few friends is Jason Tim had school friends and young Justice love their good friend Tim. Like as a Jason love people literally put “no friends + childhood food insecurity” on Tim??? Timothy drake?? Timothy “hanging out with his friends from school + it’s possible to make a core four young Justice group hug compilation” drake??? You think he has no friendly swag and doesn’t get along with people his own age? That’s Jason. And the people who do it seem to LIKE Tim too but like why are you making your blorbo a looser 😭😭😭

NO FRRR ALL OF THIS!!!!!

Tim is not a looser, He's a Sk8ter Boi. He can do cool kickflips and make all these friends. He canonically cheated on his middle school girlfriend too, on top of being Robin, so.

He's probably one of those popular kids

[awhitehead17]

Hey Gorgeous

TimKon, Sports AU, Skater Boi Tim, Hockey Player Kon, Injuries, Humour.

Summary: When an accident lands Tim in the ER the last thing he expects to find is someone who completely captures his attention like nothing else. Despite forgetting their interaction due to his injury, weeks later Tim meets the same guy and has just as strong as reaction as he did the first time. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not.

Enjoy! :D

He doesn’t know what feeling is currently worse, the agonising throbbing going on inside his skull or the churning nausea in his stomach. He tries to take a deep breath to diminish the thoughts of throwing up but it proves to be impossible to ignore. He tilts his head back, clenches his eyes shut to fight off the blinding lights and presses the ice pack to the side of his head even harder, the coolness doing very little to alleviate the throbbing going on.

“Shouldn’t be long now Timbo.”

Tim groans in response, not that there’s much else he can do. Talking hurts. Hell, even thinking hurts.

“How you doing?”

If Tim could he would glare at his brother for asking such a stupid question. How’s he doing? Like he can’t see Tim physically trying to keep himself from throwing up.

“Like I could run a fucking marathon,” he grouses, “how do you think I’m doing asshole.”

“Fuck you too Tim. I was just asking.”

Tim huffs but doesn’t respond. With his eyes still closed he can slowly start to feel the world slipping away, while his head still hurts at least the nausea somewhat has eased. If he could just go to sleep then he’d wake up better sometime later.

A rough nudge to his shoulder breaks him out of his reverie. Without meaning for it to a whine escapes his throat. He’s sore, and tired, why couldn’t Jason just let him sleep.

“You’re not allowed to go to sleep idiot.” Jason tells him factually. “The nurse will be with us soon and until you get properly checked out you can’t sleep. You know the rodeo kid, this isn’t your first time, don’t be baby about it.”

Tim sighs heavily and whines again. “I know! But give me a break, this sucks!”

There's a beat before Jason speaks up, this time he nudges his shoulder gently. “Do you think you can stay awake for a couple minutes while I go and find out how long the nurse will be?”

“No promises.”

“Tim.”

With his free hand Tim waves his brother away. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Now go. The quicker this is sorted the sooner we can go home.”

Jason mutters something underneath his breath and Tim feels as he get up from the chair next to him and disappears somewhere. Still not having opened his eyes, Tim slouches in his seat and focuses on his breathing and the coldness of the icepack pressed against his temple. As long as he doesn't move he should be fine.

It’s only moments later he starts to feel the world slip away again. His breathing evens out and despite the injury and uncomfortable chair he starts to feel himself relax, perhaps a couple minutes he could just…

A gentle shake of his knee startles him. Tim jumps and immediately regrets the move when his head pulses violently. Moving to sit upright he forces his eyes open and blinks several times to try and

adjust his blurry vision, after a minute or two his vision clears up enough that he can see a stranger crouched down next to his chair.

A very hot stranger at that.

Tim wonders if he’s hallucinating or if he did in fact fall asleep and is now dreaming.

The stranger laughs and his smile is suddenly all Tim could see. Straight white teeth, full lips that complement with his tanned skinned, clean shaven. He forces his eyes to move upwards and he tunnel visions onto the strangers eyes, bright blue eyes that seem to sparkle.

The stranger is talking but Tim is too caught up staring at the guy to take any note in what is being said. The man clearly recognises he's not going to get any coherent response from him and puts a hand on his knee and shakes him again, just lightly not enough to jostle him.

“Hey, you with me?” Somehow the guy looks concerned and amused at the same time.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

Apparently a busted head means he’s got a busted filter too.

Laughing, the guy removes his hand off his knee. “Thank you. I appreciate that despite the obvious delirium you’re experiencing.”

Tim continues to stare at him, once more being memorized by this guy’s hotness. He has short black hair, amazing jaw line, gorgeous blue eyes and perfect mouth.

Gorgeous is talking and yet again Tim’s completely zoned out on him. It takes a moment to register what he’s saying and Tim blinks, trying and failing, to pay attention.

“I’m Conner. I heard your friend tell you not to fall asleep, and it looked like you were just about to do exactly that, so I hope you don’t mind me interrupting you. Concussions are tricky things to deal with.”

If Tim were in his right mind he would question what this gorgeous man means because it sounds like he’s speaking from experience, however he’s not and he continues to stare at him transfixed instead.

“I would ask what happened, but I have a strong feeling I’m not going to get a coherent answer out of you am I?”

Gorgeous sounds amused and looks at him fondly and Tim can’t cope. This guy is not real. He can’t be. Tim’s brain is busted more than expected and now he's hallucinating the most perfect guy on earth in the ER of the local hospital.

“You’re not real.”

“I assure you I very much am.” Gorgeous looks away momentarily before facing him again. “Your friend is coming back, hopefully with the news you can now go see a doctor.”

The guy stands up as Jason comes into the picture. His brother looks between him and Gorgeous, however before he could say anything Gorgeous is speaking up.

“Sorry, I saw him drifting off to sleep and wanted to keep him awake while you were gone.”

Jason blinks for a moment before nodding once in thanks. “Thanks man, I was gone longer than expected.” Jason turns his attention onto Tim who hasn’t moved his attention away from the other man. “C’mon, Timbo, the nurse is waiting for us.”

His brother bends down and carefully grabs Tim and hauls him up this feet. Tim groans and stumbles as his vision blurs and the world tilts but thanks to Jason’s strong hold on him he doesn’t fall down. Together he and Jason work their way across the waiting room in the ER and towards the corridor and as they go Tim couldn’t help but voice his experience while waiting for his brother.

“I just hallucinated the most gorgeous guy on the planet Jay.” Jason hums in acknowledgement but it isn’t enough of a response for Tim’s liking. He sloppily hits Jason’s arm where he’s holding onto him. “No. No! You don’t understand, this guy was ethereal… literal hotness and he was in there, in the ER!”

“Sure Timbo.”

Before Tim could gush anymore about Gorgeous, a nurse dressed in blue is meeting them and guiding them into a room. After that Tim loses track of time and anything that happens. No longer being fixated on Gorgeous, his focus returns back to the throbbing going on inside his skull and the return of the damn nausea. He groans and wishes it would end.

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Focusing on his phone in his hands Tim wonders through the hallway heading towards his bedroom. Knowing the route he needs to take off by heart means he doesn’t need to look up however when he passes Dick’s room and hears his friends name being called Tim pauses and finally looks up from his device.

He observes as Dick and Wally settle onto the bed surrounded by snacks and drinks, they’re chatting eagerly to one another with the TV blearing in front of them. Stepping into the room, Dick had his door open so it was an open invitation really, he glances between the men and the TV.

“Was you talking about Bart?”

The men startle and turn towards him, they both blink before smiling.

“Timmy I didn’t hear you come in!”

Tim raises an eyebrow and motions towards the TV. “I’m not surprised considering you have that on. Why is it so loud?”

“For atmosphere!” Wally exclaims. “Sports need to be watched on a high volume.”

Pulling a face, Tim shakes his head disbelievingly. “No. It really doesn’t.”

“Yes it does,�� the man argues back. Tim is about to retort when Dick speaks up, stopping the inevitable petty argument from happening.

“Wally was saying Bart’s at the game tonight. Apparently he’s skipped training to be at the match.”

Tim turns his attention to the TV to find a hockey match being aired. “Bart’s at this game?” He didn’t realise Bart had been going to the game, he didn’t mention it when they caught up just a couple days ago.

“Yeah, a mate of his is playing so he got tickets and went with Jamie.”

Tim hums. He wonders if this is Bart finally making a move on Jamie or not. Bart insists there’s nothing between them but Tim’s convinced they’ve at least slept together once already and are just too scared about making it official.

As he watches Tim briefly wonders if he’ll get to see his friend on the screen but after seeing how many people are in attendance at the game he knows it’s not likely, there are thousands of people there. Just as he’s about to turn away and wish the men a good night the camera on screen changes and suddenly there’s a hockey player on the ice having an interview during the warm ups. The sight of the player makes Tim freeze. There’s something familiar about him but Tim couldn’t place what it was. He’s not a fan of hockey so there’s no chance of recognition of any of the players.

This player on the ice is well built, he’s without a helmet so it’s easy to see his short black hair, high cheekbones and bright blue eyes (after the camera zooms in).

“Who’s that?” The question slips out before Tim could stop himself.

“Uh, Conner Kent…” Dick pauses and looks at him for a moment before a sly smile appears on his face. “See something you like Timmy?”

Tim scoffs. “No. Just curious.” He knows he answered too quickly and defensively for it to be a justifiable lie but he can’t shake off the feeling about the guy on the screen. The camera soon changes to the other players on the ice and Tim shakes his head clear his thoughts. Waving to Dick and Wally he promptly exits the room before Dick could start an interrogation.

On the way to his room Tim’s thoughts are consumed by the man on the screen. Aren’t hockey players supposed to be somewhat ugly and a little disfigured due to the obnoxious amount of injures they receive? This Conner Kent is gorgeous and Tim is instantly besotted with him.

Gorgeous.

Tim freezes as it clicks into place. The man on the screen is the same man he met when he was in the ER three weeks ago. The gorgeous man is called Conner Kent, who happens to be a hockey player who also happens to be a blurry mirage in Tim’s mind.

He doesn’t remember a lot about his time spent in the ER while he waited with Jason to be seen by a nurse after giving himself a concussion. It’s all a blur and a lot of blank spaces but in the midst of it all he does recall being transfixed by a stranger who he thought was stunning, Jason certainly made a point about telling him once he recovered a little about how obsessed Tim seemed to be with the man. It’s embarrassing but since Tim couldn’t really remember the moment he tried to not think about it too hard.

Now he remembers a lot more thanks to seeing his face on the TV screen. Once in his room and lying on his bed Tim does what any normal person would do and that’s stalk Conner Kent’s social media.

There's plenty of photos of him on his own accounts as well as other people’s. The most surprising however was how Bart is on the guy’s Instagram. Tim didn’t even know they knew each other. It would explain why Bart’s gone to the game tonight if he’s friend’s with him. As Tim thinks about it Bart often talks about a ‘Kon’ so really Tim can only blame himself for the obliviousness there.

As he stalks Kent’s account he’s debates on whether or not to message him. Would it be weird? A guy he met in the ER weeks ago sending him a message? Would Conner even remember him?

In the end Tim chickens out and doesn’t send a message. Even if he did there’s a chance Kent wouldn’t see it because of the sheer volume of messages he probably receives on a daily basis. Tim knows what it’s like to constantly get messages from people all around the world due to his popularity in the skating community, so he could take a guess to what Kon has to deal with on a bigger scale being a hockey player.

Realising he’s been on his phone and on Kent’s profiles for nearly an hour Tim tells himself to get a grip and turns off his phone. He forces himself to get off the bed and decides to be active by getting changed and heads for a late session in the gym. He has some new found energy to burn off.

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The thoughts of Conner Kent stays rent free inside his mind for weeks after he finally worked out who Gorgeous from the ER is.

It’s driving Tim insane. What doesn’t help matters is how Jason laughs any time he sees Tim, even if it’s in passing because one evening he and Tim were out for drinks and Tim let it slip he worked out who Gorgeous was and Jason found it hysterical. Jason isn’t letting him live it down. Dick sends him knowing looks anytime they see each other. Thankfully no one else in his family has picked up on his new infatuation because he doesn’t think he could handle anyone else knowing.

A few weeks after that night - and if Tim’s watched several hockey games since then for one particular reason no one needs to know – he gets invited by Bart to go and watch him race in a competition happening at his college.

Bart is a sprinter for his college athletics team and is even on the list of making it onto the national team. He’s got his final year at college to complete then he can go into the sport full time once he graduates if he wishes too.

Tim’s gone to Bart’s college with their mutual friend Cassie to watch him race. There are hundreds of other people around, all watching the different athletic sports going on. It’s a good atmosphere and Tim is looking forward to seeing Bart not only to race but to win. Tim has all the faith he’ll dominate the sprint.

As he and Cassie hover by the stands looking for a space to go and sit, a presence comes up behind Tim and invades his personal space. Preparing to tell this person to fuck off, the words die in his mouth once Tim turns around and sees who’s standing behind him. He stares bewildered and wonders if he’s hallucinating.

“You certainly look much better than the last time I saw you.”

Unable to form an answer Tim gapes as Conner Kent grins at him. The man looks good, he’s wearing a snapback backwards on his head, a flannel shirt on top of a plain black t-shirt and jeans and boots. He’s smiling and showing off his perfect white teeth as his blue eyes sparkle.

And damn, if Tim thought it had been bad before his infatuation increases tenfold with the man standing right in front of him.

“It’s Tim right?”

When Kent holds out his hand the movement finally spurs Tim into action. He smiles tightly, feeling embarrassed, and shakes his hand. “I’m Tim. I – I mean yes, yeah I’m – I’m Drake, Tim Drake.”

Tim wants to go die in a ditch. Cassie snorts loudly, barely covering up the sound with her hand and opposite him Conner looks amused. An awkward silence entails after Tim’s stuttered confirmation, he stands there staring at Conner who simply stares back just as intensely. His mind is blank and he struggles to come up with a conversation topic to break the silence between them.

In the end Cassie saves the day, she nudges Tim with her elbow and points off to somewhere in the crowded stands. “I see a space, I’ll grab us some seats.” She pauses and turns to Conner. “Are you joining us?”

Conners gaze flickers between Tim and Cassie as he answers, like he can’t make himself pull away from looking at Tim. Tim is both flustered and flattered by the idea.

“Sure if you don’t mind me joining you? I know one of the racers but I didn’t bring anyone with me to watch.”

Cassie nods eagerly and nudges Tim again with her elbow this time more pointedly and then leads the way to the free seats she’s seen. The three of them sit down with Cassie deliberately putting Tim in the middle. He shoots her a glare and she smiles back unapologetically.

He turns to Conner and ignores the butterflies going on inside his stomach as he speaks to the gorgeous man. “Who do you know that’s racing?”

Tim figures it would be Bart but as a hot shot hockey player Conner probably knows a lot of people and upcoming athletes.

“Well,” he starts sounding amused, he grins lightly at Tim, “he’s a mutual friend of ours believe it or not. Bart Allen? Short, wild hair, super-fast and never knows when to shut up, sound familiar?”

Tim laughs and nods his head. “Yes. He does sound familiar. That’s why Cassie and I are here too. Bart also invited us.” There’s suddenly a loud cheer from the crowd and as he looks forward Tim realises they’ve started up the competition finally. He looks and finds that Bart isn’t racing yet, he’s in the third or fourth heat.

A tap on his arm gets his attention and he turns back to Conner who is now looking at him almost critically. His eyes drift up to his temple before locking gazes with him again. “Hey so I was serious earlier, you look much better than last time. Has the injury all cleared up? Can I be nosey and ask what happened? Wait – do you even remember what happened, do you even remember me in the ER. Wait! If you don’t remember I haven’t even introduced myself!”

Tim feels his heart swelling up. Not only is the man gorgeous but he’s also adorable! He can’t cope. To stop Conner’s panicked rambling Tim places his hand on his forearm and squeezes lightly. “Hey, it’s fine! I do remember you, believe it or not. And yes, the concussion has long since healed.”

Conner breathes out and his shoulders relax and he chuckles. “Okay, okay. Good. So can I ask what happened? You were pretty out of it.”

Tim huffs and the desire to go die in a ditch returns. It’s embarrassing and he doesn't want to talk about it, however Conner’s curious gaze has him opening his mouth before he could protest.

“I was trying a new trick on my board, I misjudged the height and ended up face planting the floor. Thank god for my helmet, I was lucky to only be dealing with a concussion and a few bruised bones. My brother took me to the ER, I got briefly checked out before being admitted and forced to wait in the waiting room until they could properly see me.”

Tim pauses as the next heat of races start up. They look onwards silently before turning to one another again when they find Bart isn’t racing yet.

After a thought pops into his head Tim frowns and turns to Conner, and that’s when he realises he never let go of Conner’s arm and forces himself to do so. His hand suddenly feels so empty and cold as he no longer holds onto Conner.

“What were you doing in the ER?” He raises an eyebrow in mock accusation. “Also you never said about being a hockey player, you weren’t injured that night right?”

Conner lets out a nervous laugh, he takes his hat off and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on again. “You didn’t really need to know that I guess? I mean you were really out of it, I’m pretty sure if I tried to give you any information you would have forgotten it.”

Tim huffs and refuses to comment. Yes he had been out of it and Conner is right on that front, but still.

“My brother was actually the one in the ER. My dad was him and I was waiting in the waiting room for them to be done. He fell over and broke his wrist.”

“Aw,” Tim coos, “that sucks for your brother. Is he alright?”

Conner waves it aside, “yeah he’s fine. He’s twelve, he’ll bounce back in no time at all. He’s excited to have a bright yellow cast on his arm.”

Tim snorts. “Kids have it so easy don’t they.”

“They sure do.”

A lull in the conversation soon develops but it was good timing as Bart was finally up to race. The three of them shout encouragements and cheer the loudest as Bart wins his race, beating his competition by storm as they knew he would. Since he won he’ll be through to the semi-finals which is happening after many more track events.

Cassie wonders off after the race, claiming she’s going to find some food and drink and grabs their own orders. After she’s disappeared Tim turns back to Conner to find him already looking at him.

Tim smiles feeling unsure with the attention. “What?”

Not saying anything Conner brings up his phone and brings up Tim’s Instagram profile and shows it to him. “I’m not the only one whose keeping secrets, I didn’t know you were an Olympic Skater.”

Tim rolls his eyes and looks away, feeling his face flush. “Yeah a skater who managed to give himself a concussion. We’ve made it clear I wasn't exactly with it when we were in the ER.”

Conner shrugs and Tim looks back in time to see Kon press follow on the screen, at the same time he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, no doubt being that exact notification. A smile makes its way onto his face and soon enough he finds himself grinning goofily. This man, he has no idea what this guy is doing to him.

“How did you know I was a hockey player?” Kon questions after a few moments of silence. Cassie hasn’t returned yet and Tim’s pretty sure she’s delaying it on purpose. He shrugs in response to Conner’s question, trying to be nonchalant about his answer.

“I honestly don’t remember much from that night, but a few weeks afterwards I saw you on TV playing a game. It clicked in my mind then.”

“Huh. Fair enough.”

“I don’t really follow hockey, I wouldn’t have known if I didn’t see you on the screen.”

“It’s not for everyone admittedly, I love it though.”

“You love getting slammed into boards and getting into fist fights on sharp ass steel blades?” Tim couldn’t help but dig at the sport. Also it’s a call back to Kon’s recent game where he both got slammed and did the slamming into the boards, also where he threw his gloves off and got into a fight.

Conner stares at him, clearly making the connection between his dig and the game in mind. A beaming grin appears on his face. “You say you don’t like hockey and yet you watched my game?” His facial expression then changes as his mind catches up with Tim’s other comments, Conner rolls his eyes. “And there’s more to the sport than that, just fyi.”

“Sure.” Tim retorts.

“There is! I don’t have the time right now to tell you everything about how it’s much more than that, we’ll need an entire evening for me to achieve that. That’s not even getting started about your sport!”

“Oh, don’t you go there!” Tim warns him mockingly. “I could easily beat your arguments on hockey over skateboarding any day.”

“Oh yeah?” Kon says suggestively, he raises an eyebrow and sticks his chin out. “How about we arrange a time to do just that.”

At his words Tim’s heart skips a beat. This seriously couldn’t be happening.

“Argue about who’s sport is better? Sure. As long as there’s food I’m down.”

“Alright, give me your number and we’ll arrange a date.”

A date. A date. They’re going to organise a date to talk about their respective sports. It’s not the sort of date Tim had been imagining with Gorgeous but he’ll take it.

“Fine. Give me your phone.”

They exchange their numbers and save the new contacts. It goes silent between them for a beat before Conner leans in and speaks in a lower tone, gone the competitiveness and confidence, now there’s shyness and apprehension.

“In all seriousness, I genuinely would like to go on a date with you. Not to, y’know, talk about just sport…”

Tim’s lips quirk up, and he couldn’t help but feel relieved and yet excited. He also leans into Conner, letting their shoulders press together and says, “I would like that too. I’m free the weekend if you are?”

“I have a game Saturday but I’m free Sunday,” he pauses, clearly thinking about something before adding on, “I can get you a couple of tickets to the match if you want.”

Tim’s nodding without any hesitation. “I think that would be great, thanks.”

Conner grins at him and bumps their shoulders lightly. Tim returns the gesture and they settle down to watch the rest of the competition in companionable silence. When Cassie returns with their food she gives them knowing looks and nods at Tim approvingly. Tim rolls his eyes but is unable to tamper down the goofy grin on his face.

He may have to thank Bart after this is all over for inadvertently bringing he and Conner together because Tim sure as hell wouldn’t have approached Conner by his own doing.

[arcadianico]

give tim back his skateboard

[sentient-stove]

“Well there’s contract magic- that’s what Constantine does, along with the majority of prevalent magic users.” Tim nudged her foot out of the way, continuing the chalk circle around them. Sam turned to follow, wondering how he managed to keep the circle so even.

“Wait, who’s Constantine?” Tucker asked. “They’re not in the files.”

“He’s a pain in everyone’s ass.” Danny muttered. “He’s in contract with half the Creatures on this side of the realms. You know the amount of ghosts I got complaining to me cause he tricked them better than they could when they went under contract?”

“Hnn, yeah most wouldn’t take too nicely to getting tricked. Salt please.” Tim handed the chalk to Tucker in exchange for salt from the bag he’d shoved into the other teen’s arms. “And then someone like Zatanna is Born with her magic, but Born are rare, so I doubt one of them would be targeting you three specifically. Leaves us with Creature or Cursed.”

Sam watched in mild amusement as Danny tried to smudge the chalk-and-salt lines, static bursting from the point and making him recoil. “Creature, that would be fae-things right? Ghosts, demons, whatever is made of magic or magic adjacent?”

“Basically. Salt will help with that. The chalk is hopefully for anyone who tries to cast like how I do. Although trying to harness magic by manipulating curses is rare since it involves far too much grave and museum robbing. Lucky for me, mom and dad did the legwork, so I haven’t needed to rob a grave yet. Mind setting this cat pair at the northern and eastern points of the circle?” He offered two tiny stone cats to her and Sam wrapped her hands around them, the smooth stone unnaturally chilled.

[rt-nique]

SKATER BOY & ENERGY DRINK ADDICTED TIM DRAKE!!!

(plus a little piercing cuz that’s so hot)

Timelapse:

It was my first time trying out this brush, I felt like I was possessed and drew the entire day. Played around with tones and line weights so it’s pretty different from my usual style

[melucomarket]

For the art request thing, maybe Damian and Tim bonding? Or annoying each other, your choice!

Also, I love your art and hope that you are having an amazing day!! <3

I’ve been seeing that new Damian hairstyle from the ongoing Batman & Robin comics, and well— I think Tim would get a kick out of seeing Damian’s interactions with PTA parent mode Bruce lmaooo

Hope you enjoy! Also TY!💕✨

(and hope you have good day/night as well!)

[itsrydagain]

[yesiknowimshort]

examples of tim being the cocky sassy boy he truely is and that fanon ignores.

[littlepikmins]

Tim: I think I had a crush on Tony Hawk when I was younger.

Bernard: Yeah? Y'know, I kinda look like Tony Hawk.

Tim: !!!!!!

Young Tony Hawk photos for reference!

[starry-bi-sky]

in 1 side we have Massive Angst of Talia and Bruce

on other side we have Okay normal life Clone Talia, Himbo Danny and Damian. Wait that is just Spy x family but Clone x Family.

No kidding. I can't say much for the angst between Talia and Bruce because I don't know their dynamic that well beyond that in one run they were supposedly in love with one another (and still are to some extent) but they're on such ideological opposites that it's never gonna work in the long term. And in another run Talia is just seducing Bruce (which iirc came about from post 9/11 hatred towards the middle east, and resulted in Talia's character being butchered by some asshole).

BUt on the other end we have Nasra, Danny, and Damian. Who I don't think ever really take on a traditional nuclear 'familial' dynamic since Danny and Damian agreed to both be brothers first and foremost - they're not seeking out a father-son relationship with each other, even with Danny occasionally being parental from time to time. And Nasra and Damian would still have an almost sibling-like rivalry towards each other as well (honestly I think it'd be very Tim and Damian-like), I think. That with a mix of "rivalry between little sibling and their older sibling's partner" too. Either way its def not mother-son like in the slightest, but still familial. Even if unorthodox

But either way they are still family with the additions of Sam and Tucker and Jazz! I like to imagine that Nasra and Damian both are actually pretty into art. Damian uses spray paints as his medium, however, and Nasra gets into charcoals and watercolors, and they compare different art mediums when they start tentatively getting along.

OH also unrelated but more on clone^2 but - danny in clone^2 like, killed like three guys when he was 17 because they attacked him and damian and nearly killed them both. Imagine being Bruce and finding that out

[fae-of-the-wild]

DPxDC prompt:

Tim would be absolutely feral over Val’s hoverboard and armor. This skater boy deserves a high tech skateboard. Let him have one!!

[awhitehead17]

Perfectly Imperfect

TimKon, Sports AU, Skater Boi Tim, Hockey Player Kon, Injuries, Hurt, Comfort, Soft Boyfriends, Established Relationship.

Summary: The whole situation is ridiculous. If getting a tooth knocked out this early in their relationship is the start, then Tim has no idea what is instore for his future as he continues to date a professional hockey player. Undoubtedly it’ll include a lot of TLC, it’s a good thing he’s willing to provide that particular service for his boyfriend then isn’t it.

A/N: This is for my 'Tooth Knocked Out' square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo Card. This is also a sort of sequel to Hey Gorgeous. You don't need to read that to understand this!

Enjoy! :D

Tim wasn’t there when it happened. Which is probably for the best however that doesn’t mean finding out over a phone call hours later is any better.

His phone rings as he’s taking a breather. He’s currently at practice, surrounded by his team and coaches, working on new routines and new tricks in preparation for the next competition. Going to answer the call Tim frowns at the caller and ID and worry hits him like a truck. This person only ever calls if it’s bad.

“What’s happened?” Tim demands immediately. He walks away from his coach with his skateboard in his free hand and stands to the side for the idea of privacy.

A nervous laugh sounds through the speaker and Tim grits his teeth. “Hey Tim, how’s it going dude?”

He isn’t amused. “Sparks, you better tell me right now what’s happened or else-” he doesn’t get to finish his threat as Sparks wisely interrupts him.

“Okay! Okay, so don’t panic.” Tim sighs, nothing good ever follows those words. “He’s fine – well as fine as can be, but on the most part he’s okay.”

“That tells me fuck all Sparks. What’s happened to Kon?”

There's a pause and Tim blinks when a scuffling noise comes over the speaker followed by a new voice. “Tim, I swear he’s fine, although he may have lost a tooth. There was a lot blood. But he’s genuinely fine.”

Tim’s brain short circuits. He didn’t hear that right did he? Did Pads just tell him his boyfriend has lost a tooth during the game that night?

“Come again?” He speaks into the phone.

“Yeah Kent’s lost a tooth and has a wicked bruise all along his jaw but he’s awake and conscious, we’re on our way to his apartment now. Are you there?”

Tim has to take a moment to breathe. Then he takes another to stop himself from freaking out. His heart is going wild in his chest and he can only imagine what Kon has gone through and what he currently looks like.

“Tim?”

Shaking his head Tim puts his attention back on the phone his hand. “Yeah, I’ll head there now. I’m at practice so I’m not far.”

“Alright see you soon then.”

The call disconnects and Tim just stares at it. Of all of the things….

He knew what he was getting into when he started dating Kon. Injuries and other mishaps were just part of the sport Kon plays, hell even his own sport comes with similar risks, however he was not prepared enough for what really could happen to his boyfriend when playing hockey.

This is on a completely different level. Kon’s lost a tooth. Oh, now he’s mourning Kon’s perfect teeth, he should have guessed it wasn't going to be a thing that’ll last. He does appreciate the heads up though, while Sparks failed terribly at telling him what happened at least Pads took over and actually told him what occurred.

Realising he needs to get moving he pockets his phone, collects his stuff and has a quick word with his coach before making his way to Kon’s apartment. It’s several blocks away but on the skateboard Tim reaches it in no time.

Using his own key, Tim rushes into the apartment and finds his boyfriend and teammates already there. Kon is settled on the couch with his head tilted back and an ice pack resting on his face. Sparks and Pads are sat on the couch and the arm chair next to him and Tim finds a third team member, Totzy, preparing something in the kitchen.

Tim ignores them and goes straight to Kon’s side. “Oh Kon… what’s happened now huh?” Tim runs a gentle hand through his hair as he takes in the damage. His boyfriend blinks at him, he clearly goes to smile and before he could he’s instantly grimacing and staring at Tim with a defeated look.

Slowly Tim peels off the ice pack to get a look at the damage and immediately hisses upon seeing the black and blue across the lower half of his face, his jawline is swollen which makes him lose any of the usual sharpness he has there. There’s dry blood dotted over his skin from where it hasn’t been cleaned off and there’s even fresh blood on Kon’s lips. Thankfully the rest of his face seems to be okay, even with the dazed faraway look Kon is currently supporting. Tim turns over the ice pack and lays it across Kon’s jaw once again.

He sighs and sits back, reaching for Kon’s hand and runs a thumb across his knuckles. Turning to Kon’s teammates Tim raises an eyebrow at them. “What’s the damage? How long will he be out for? What can I do to help him recover?”

While Tim is used to dealing with bruises or even broken bones, and on occasion concussions, a knocked out tooth and swollen jaw is unknown territory.

Pads, a man in his late twenties with short dark hair and stubble, rolls his eyes at Tim’s barrage of questions. “Tim. Relax. Kent will be out for about two weeks, three at most. The swelling needs to go down and he needs to be able to move his jaw without pain before he plays competitively again, there’s nothing broken so it shouldn’t take too long. He’s dazed now because of the shock. A liquid diet is highly advised until he can move his jaw without flinching any time he opens his mouth. Like any other time, make sure he takes his meds, ice and treat the injury.”

Tim narrows his eyes at the man. He gets this is probably common for the guy to deal with and he's probably chill about the situation now Kon has been confirmed okay by their medical staff, but his indifference of the situation doesn’t stop Tim from worrying.

Not helping his nerves is Sparks on the other side of the couch. The other man who is the same age as him snorts and looks at them with amusement.

“Kent will be fine, as Pads said, although unfortunately for you it does mean no blow jobs in the near future.”

Tim sends him a dry look and Kon makes a noise of protest. Before Tim could come up with a retort Totzy comes strolling into the living room carrying a water bottle in his hands. He places the bottle down on the coffee table in front of the couch and follows it up by removing the lid and puts a large straw inside of it.

“Bon appetite,” he says before moving to sit on the arm of the love seat. “Relax Tim, our boy here is made of strong stuff. He’ll bounce back in no time.”

Tim eyes the man before glancing at the bottle on the table. “None of you are helping,” he mutters forlornly.

He picks up the bottle and examines the contents, a sweet and sharp smell hits him and recognises it as one of Kon’s strawberry smoothies. He turns to his boyfriend and finds Kon glaring at him, and without saying anything Tim knows what he’s thinking. Rolling his eyes he places the smoothie back on the table and stops himself from huffing, undoubtably Kon wants to wait for his teammates to disappear before trying to drink anything. Heaven forbid he gets help with something so basic in front of the other men. Tim gets it, but this isn’t the time to have that particular discussion.

After that it wasn't long until the men leave Kon's apartment with their wishes for his speedy recovery. It was only then Kon allowed Tim to help him with the drink, not that he needed much help as it’s only his jaw causing the pain and not anywhere else thankfully.

Later on when Tim entered the kitchen for the first time since arriving in the apartment he blinks in surprise at what had been left on the island. He picks it up and examines it closely before pulling a face in disgust and goes back to the living room to confront Kon with it.

He holds up the little see through bag and shakes it. “Seriously? How the fuck did you loose a tooth? Don’t you wear a mouth guard to avoid this exact thing from happening?”

In the bag was a single, white, and bloody tooth. Kon’s tooth. The one which should be in his mouth but isn’t. It would be funny if it wasn't concerning.

On the couch Kon raises his eyebrows in the fashion of ‘are you done?’ before reaching over and grabbing the notepad they found so Kon can write on it as it currently hurts to speak.

‘It broke before the game.’ Kon wrote looking unimpressed.

Tim’s still perplexed. “How?”

‘Dropped it, then accidently stood on it. Thought one game without it would be okay – clearly not. Fucking typical.’

Tim sighs and runs a hand over his face. “Of all the things Kon.” He looks at the bag still in his hand and shakes his head. “Right well, you’re a rich hockey, you can afford a replacement – if you want one – so once your mouth is healed we’re getting you to a dentist asap.”

Kon shrugs at his demands and Tim can’t tell whether he agrees with what he’s saying or doesn’t care either way. Tim glares at him, he’s not letting Kon ruin his perfect smile because of this! He’ll probably look fine with a tooth gap, there’s never a time when Kon doesn't look attractive, but his perfect smile is one of the things that drew Tim from the beginning. Of course if Kon isn’t really bothered about it he’s not going to force him to have a new tooth but Tim can be pretty persuasive when he puts his mind to it.

A moment later Kon blinks at him and writes something down on the pad when he turns it for Tim to read, Tim's heart skips a beat.

‘Love you, thank you for caring.’

Tim sighs, feeling both exasperated and like he’s about to combust from the overwhelming feeling of emotions he just got struck by. While it’s not the first time they’ve shared those words, they don’t  mean anything less now than what they did the first time. Tim moves to the couch and cups Kon’s cheeks gently in order to not hurt him and presses a tender kiss to his forehead before leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you too. And all the questionable injuries you receive.”

Kon huffs and pulls away from him in order to write something down. Tim reads his words once he’s finished and snickers.

‘Are you forgetting how we met? I’m not the only one who gets questionable injuries.’

Tim couldn’t really argue against that. He’s just as injury prone as Kon. After all, they met in hospital when Tim had been there due to a concussion he gave himself when trying a new trick on his skateboard, Kon had been there because his brother had broken his arm.

“Touché.” Tim laughs. He sits down next to Kon and leans his head on his boyfriends shoulder and grasps his hand in his. “Fancy watching something? We have a couple hours before you can take your meds, we can watch a film, shower then go to bed?”

Kon nods and Tim gets up to get the TV remote before resuming his place next to Kon. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and together they snuggle up and get comfortable. Tim even lets Kon choose the film they watch because he feels marginally bad for what’s happened to his boyfriend.

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It takes nearly two weeks for the injury to fully heal. Kon is talking normally and able to eat solid foods without an issue and regarding hockey, he’ll be cleared to play on the roster at the weekend. As soon as Tim found this out, he immediately took Kon to go and get a new mouth guard made for him, the tooth replacement is currently being made, but Tim isn’t letting his boyfriend play a game of hockey without some form of protection in his mouth.

“You’re being over dramatic, I hope you know that.” Kon huffs as they leave the appointment for the guard. It’ll be ready for the next day, one day before Kon’s first game back.

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t care.”

Kon comes up beside him and throws an arm over his shoulder, tugging him in close. Tim rolls with it he always likes having Kon close, even when he’s being dismissive about his own health.

“Kon you complained for an hour the other day about having food stuck in the gap between your teeth, having a new guard will stop any other teeth from falling out and having a new tooth will close said gap.”

Kon chooses to not respond to that and together in silence they reach the car and begin the journey back to Kon’s apartment. Tim couldn’t help but laugh to himself at the ridiculousness of the situation, this is just the start, god knows what else he’ll have to deal with in the future when it comes to Kon and his injuries while playing professional hockey. Then again Tim could easily give Kon a run for his money in the injury department, it looks like they’ll just have to look after each other when it’s necessary.

[cv-angels]

Tim snorts behind him. “Sorry, I’ll let you lose in peace.” “Like you’re any better,” Kon scoffs, half in annoyance and half just to watch the cocky smirk curl across Tim’s face as he’s enticed over by the challenge. “Move over,” Tim orders, plucking the controller from Kon’s hands. - Tim was a boy. Kon was also a boy. Can I make it any more obvious? Some casual bickering while playing video games leads Kon to claim that Tony Hawk isn't actually that good at skating, and well. Tim took that personally.

Written for @magenta-somethings for the DC Gotcha for Gaza over on twitter!

[arrowheadedbitch]

Tim:

Tim: Are you using a skateboard instead of a mechanics dolly?

Kon, Bart, BB, you decide: ...maybe

Tim: That's sick as hell, I mean, it's super unprofessional, but like still, cool as shit dude.

[annoyed-at-things]

Not many people know this, but Janet Drake actually had a sister. But as a child she was always compared so much to her, that even though her sister loved her unconditionally she went to Gotham and cut contact, paying her way to forgetting her past. Her sister, though saddened, let it happen because she wanted to respect her older sister. Her daughters got curious about the sister their mother always loved but never saw, but they respected her wishes to keep seperate. After both of Tim's parents die though, that's off the table, and Tim Drake gets a call from his oldest cousin Barbara Millicent Roberts-

[mamawasatesttube]

timkon is fun bc my ideal tim gender is "literally just some guy" while my ideal kon gender is "boy who is a girl who is a boyfriend who is a girlfriend who is a boytoy who is a malewife". and they both hold hands :)