#superboy ficlet

[oh23]

Damian detests Tim’s coffee. The espressos and the black coffees with no sugar. But it wasn’t always like that; Damian hadn’t even really had coffee before coming to the manor. And he hadn’t particularly wanted to try it after.

What happened really went something like this:

One day, on the rare occasion on which Tim and Damian found themselves in each other’s company, in the same room for more than half and hour, Tim catches Damian eyeing his (5th) cup of black coffee.

Tim had been an only child, and so being an older/younger(middle?) brother was new to him. But the same went for the kid. Tim nodded at his mug. “Take a sip,” he said.

Damian glanced at him. “No.”

“Come on,” Tim prodded. “It’s cool.”

“No, thank you Drake.” Damian’s eyes stayed glued to his book. Tim picked up the mug and waved it in front of Damian. “I know you always wonder why I have this so much. Why don’t you try it? Just a sip. Its tasty. Real tasty.” Tim lied with a slow spreading grin.

When he found Damian consider it, he added, “It’s sweet.” And Damian — bless his twelve year old heart — took the mug.

Tim watched with sick glee as the kid tentatively brought the mug up to lips and took a slow sip, and then screeched in delight when he spat it out all on himself. “Oh my god,” Tim laughed, “Oh my god!”

“What the HELL, DRAKE???” Damian shouted, with his face seizing between variations of disgust. “YOU TOLD ME IT WAS SWEET!”

“I didn’t—“ Tim was holding his stomach now. “I didn’t think you’d, you’d have such a—“ He breaks off laughing, and only speaks again when Damian kicks him hard in his shins. “Such a dramatic reaction-!”

“Dramatic??” Damian hissed, now standing and still gagging. “This is the normal response to that vile— mud— water—!”

Tim slides down the couch in another fit of giggles. “You disgrace— I can’t believe— out of all things that Alfred makes, this? Is what you choose to drown in??” Damian was still hissing angrily.

“Please-“ Tim warbles between tears. “I’m so sorry Dami—“

Damian kicks him again, and Tim barely moves to dodge it. “Kon said he made Jon take a sip, and it sounded so funny—“

“Imbecile. Idiot. Freak.” Damian hissed furiously, looking around for water.

Tim tried to take large gulps of air. “Dude, please. It’s not even that bad—“

“Not that BAD??!” Damian almost bursts another nerve yelling, when Alfred comes in. And that’s the end of that.

That day onwards, Damian makes sure to retch and gag whenever he sees Tim with a cup of coffee, or call it ‘Dirt water’ to anyone who listens.

[cloakedsparrow]

DC Headcanon: Public Restrooms #1

After the first couple of times that Bruce and Clark hung out together with baby Jon and had to use a women's restroom because the men's didn't have a changing table, Bruce changed the WE policies so every Wayne owned building had to have a changing table (or two) in every restroom.

After Barbara Gordon was crippled by the Joker, Bruce updated the accessability requirements of every Wayne owned building. This included requirements for multiple handicap stalls in every restroom, multiple wheelchair accessable sinks, and enough space for two wheelchairs to easily pass each other while heading to and from the stalls.

When Clark and Jon were in the Cave one day so Bruce and Clark could discuss a JL issue, Bruce heard nine-year-old Jon lamenting to Tim that his mom had made him go into the women's bathroom when they'd been out together recently. He got to use his own stall, of course, but his mom said he wasn't allowed to go into the bathroom by himself in the city until he hit double digits. Tim had told the younger boy that he was lucky Metropolis was a safer city because his mom made him go into the ladies' room with her until he was twelve because Gotham was so unsafe. Bruce didn't say anything to the boys, but he changed the policy again so all Wayne buildings were required to have family restrooms as well.

After Tim had to take off one night because Cass had texted him to bring her tampons asap, Bruce once again updated the restroom policy so all Wayne building bathrooms had to include a pad, tampon, and bandage (because Gotham) dispencer.

Eventually, he sent out a company-wide email that employees could fill out stating any amenities they would like included in work and/or public restrooms. He made a few more policy updates in response. He just saw the changes as practical, but it has added to WE's reputation as the best employer in Gotham, if not the world.

[codiecoda]

Step Parent Slade Ficlet (328 words)

Baby Conner falls asleep right on top of Slade

I wrote this fic to get a feel of the concept of Slade being a step parent to Conner and I will have more fics for y'all

[tachvintlogic]

I remember a long time ago on the discord someone was talking about a scenario where Kon throws Valerie's old beat up car and she starts yelling at him and he's super rude about it.

In light of that...

Words: 1359

Valerie parked just outside of the fast food place. Telling Tucker and Sam they had to decide where they were all going to go for lunch an hour ago was the right choice. They had only made the decision right as they were about to past the place.

Jeez, those two made a terrifying duo when they were working together unless the goal was finding a restaurant that everyone was okay with.

She took the keys out of the ignition and turned around in her seat. "How's Danny?"

Tucker poked the sleeping ghost boy next to him. "Think he's still out. Probably be asleep until it's time for stargazing." Danny, meanwhile, slumped to the side and his visibility flickered. The seatbelt was the only thing keeping him somewhat upright.

Poor Danny. He didn't get any sleep last night, and Valerie didn't think he got much the previous night either. After he got in the car, he was out like a light. Oh well, she'll get him something to-go for when he wakes up.

While the three of them were eating, Valerie got an alert on her phone, saying that Superboy was fighting Parasite, a being that could absorb the life energy of other people. The fight seemed to be coming their way. The staff were already closing up shop and if the fight got too close, anyone still inside could hide in the back to be marginally more protected than in the dining area.

"Should we get Danny?" asked Sam.

"Probably. You hear that?" said Tucker.

Valerie could hear that. It sounded like the fight was a lot closer than the Superbeing Beatdown Radar suggested. "Yeah, let's get Danny."

She stood and went for the exit door, but was stopped by an employee.

"Sorry I can't let anyone out with an attack this close. Company policy."

"I have a friend napping in my car!" shouted Valerie.

"I'm sorry, but your dog—"

"HE'S A HUMAN BEING!"

"Out of the way!" shouted Sam as he barreled past the employee and out the door.

Valerie mumbled a short sorry and she and Tucker followed after her, and her blood ran hot with adrenaline when she saw what Sam had seen.

Superboy was picking up Valerie's car (with Danny still in it!) putting a massive dent in the front hood, and then he threw it in wide arc toward Parasite.

And he missed.

The car landed trunk first, the back half taking the blunt of the force. It bounced a bit before landing on its side.

"DANNY!" they screamed.

No, Danny was fine. He had to be fine. He'd been through worse. She'd put him through worse, and he always bounced back. Even if he was asleep and had no way of seeing this coming. He was fine.

Valerie took out her blaster and fired at Parasite. He yelped and grabbed someone else's car to throw it back.

That's when Superboy noticed them and caught the car that Valerie had already dodged out of the way of. She saw Sam and Tucker take cover behind the other cars.

"I know everyone wants to be a hero, but leave this to a professional," said Superboy, infuriatingly smug.

Oh, he did not just go there.

"Professional?! You just threw my car and missed!"

Superboy had the gall to roll his eyes. "Collateral damage. Looked like it needed to be replaced anyway."

Valerie was forced to split her attention between firing at Parasite and keeping up with Superboy, who was trying to do the exact same thing he just did to some poor family's van.

(It wasn't even effective. Parasite seemed more afraid of her than whatever Superboy was doing, He was taking cover behind her car. That was bad. Too close to Danny.)

"MY FRIEND WAS SLEEPING IN THERE!!!!"

Superboy froze just as he was about to pick up the van. His face paled. "S-sorry??"

She was trying to get a shot at Parasite behind the wreckage of her car when the back door burst open, and Danny climbed out.

"What the hell is going on!?"

"Oh, he's fine," said Superboy in a small, somewhat hopeful voice, "I didn't kill someone."

Parasite, seizing the opportunity for a new victim, jumped out from the cover of her car and grabbed Danny. The glee on his morphed to horror and then pain. He let go waving his hand like he touched something hot. "What the—? Why can't I absorb your life energy?!"

Danny shrugged and smirked. "Don't know. I got plenty of death energy though." His fist glowed bright green.

Sam and Tucker, who had been sneaking their way up under the cover of the cars, pointed their blasters at him and fired, pinning him on his left and right.

Parasite turned around to make a hasty retreat, but Danny leaped in front of him with an ectoblast charged and ready. Parasite turned around again to be met with Valerie and a confused Superboy. Team Phantom kept them boxed in while while the three with blasters fired ectoblasts meant to stun ghosts.

Parasite fell on his knees and covered his head with his hands. "Stop! Stop! I surrender! I surrender!"

Valerie stopped firing at him, but didn't lower her gun. Parasite was in a pretty sorry state. Guess his powers don't mix well with ectoplasm.

She glanced at Superboy. "Well? Aren't you going to arrest him or something?"

"Um..."

"You were fighting him. You had a plan for how to put him into custody when you won, right? I don't want to be here all day."

"Right. I'm going to get my friends. Be back in a minute."

"And you're paying for the car!" shouted Sam.

"Sure..." said Superboy before he ran off.

He came back with some people who could contain Parasite properly while Team Phantom assessed the damage to her car. It was totaled, that much was obvious. Their suitcases weren't as damaged as she feared, especially Danny's. The Fenton Containment Units are no joke, which was great because she really didn't want to have to explain that a dangerous otherworldly substance was contaminating the area, nor why she was carrying it.

Tucker's laptop was damaged, and many tears were shed over it.

"Damn, what a start to our road trip," said Sam, "this day is a bust."

"Sorry guys, it's that old Fenton luck."

"Superboy better be serious about that new car," muttered Valerie eying Parasite's containment team. "Hey Tucker, do you have a route that can dodge anywhere with supervillains, no matter how minor they are?"

Tucker wiped the tears from his eyes. "I can try."

Superboy took that approach them. He lacked the swagger that his leather jacket suggested he should have. "I'm really sorry about your car."

"You weren't sorry at first."

Superboy inhaled sharply, "Yeah, that was premature"—he looked at Danny—"are you okay?"

"Just some bruises," he said, "but I could've died."

"Yeah, I'm really about that."

"Maybe don't throws people's cars next time," said Sam.

"I'll...try not to. The new car should be arriving at some point in an hour or two."

"What about my laptop?" asked Tucker.

"I'll call for a replacement for that too. But anyway I've been wondering, who exactly are you guys?"

Oh, he was trying to turn into an interrogation. No. He didn't deserve answer. "We're some friends who were going on the road trip."

"And how's that going?"

"How do you think?" she said gesturing to the wrecked car.

He pursed his lips. "Oh, right..."

"Just go," said Tucker, "you're not coming out of this conversation with your pride intact."

"Right, anyway I am really sorry about this." Then he ran off.

Sam sighed. "So who wants to bet that it's going to take longer than that?"

"Me," said Valerie.

"I don't know, Batman's well known for replacing damaged vehicles. Figures Superman and co would be similar," said Tucker.

"I bet it'll be a rental and we'll be saddled with the bill," said Danny, "but getting a rental should be quick, right?"

It turned out to be a rental that was already paid for. It arrived 2 hours and 5 minutes later.

Short DPXDC Prompts #972

Danny is just trying to keep a stable job and pay rent in Metropolis. When Superboy takes his shitty old car and throws it at Parasite and misses. Something in Danny’s mind cracks. His wall of rage and restraint crumbles. He has words to say to Superboy for throwing his fucking car.

[suzukiblu]

I just read the maws bonding ficlets from the start. It’s so cute. Just immediate child acceptance. Clark is going “so I’m a dad now” no questions asked.

no questions only dad.

“I like the name,” Superboy mumbles into his chest, just barely shy about it. Conner mumbles into his chest. Clark feels an overwhelming warmth in his own thrumming heart and smiles helplessly, then gives Lois the soft, besotted look he can’t hold back. They have a baby. It’s so great. Conner is so great. He and Lois have a baby and he's great!

Lois turns very red, for some reason, then straightens up and shoves her phone back in her pocket as she clears her throat. 

“Conner James Lane-Kent,” she decides firmly, putting her hands on her hips. “I’d say ‘Olsen’ for the middle name but ‘James’ we can sell as a coincidence easier when we’re figuring out how to explain . . . literally all of this. Any of this. This is going to be very difficult to explain, actually, given the fact you two are functionally identical. Hm. Yeah, the cover’s gonna require some work.” 

“We’ll figure something out,” Clark hums unconcernedly, nuzzling Conner’s hair. Conner bites him, then jumps up and wraps himself around him like a supernaturally strong koala. Clark rumbles happily–his kid likes him!–and Conner starts purring just as happily. Clark feels even warmer. 

“. . . also you two can never do that out of costume,” Lois says. “Like, ever.” 

“Hm?” Clark glances back at her, a little puzzled. “Why not?” 

“Clark,” Lois says, staring at him. “The sounds you two are making right now sound like if a mantis shrimp was trying to explain color theory. Those aren’t even sounds, I’m pretty sure, our senses just don’t know how else to translate them.” 

“I think my fillings are buzzing,” Jimmy agrees thoughtfully, poking at his own cheek. “Feels kinda weird.” 

“But Conner’s so cute when he purrs,” Clark says, trying not to pout at the idea of telling his kid he can’t purr whenever he wants to. Conner purrs louder and bites him again. It’s the most adorable thing that’s ever happened in the entire history of the universe. In the entire history of any universe. Like, all those alternate realities they saw only wish that anything that adorable had ever happened to them.

“That sounds like purring to you?!” Lois asks incredulously. 

“Yes,” Clark says, a little puzzled. “Why, what does it sound like to you?” 

“A rockslide causing a ten-car pile-up,” Lois says frankly. 

“And you sound like somebody made a pack of tigers fight a whale,” Jimmy says. 

“I don’t think tigers do packs,” Clark says, frowning consideringly and hooking Conner into a headlock as the other tries to claw his face off in the cutest possible fashion. “Do they?” 

“I don’t think so, but lions’ roars aren’t as bone-jarring and viscerally terrifying to hear up close as tigers’,” Jimmy says. “So I went with the scarier one.” 

“Pa’s not scary!” Conner protests indignantly, scowling at Jimmy, and Clark feels warm all over again and hugs him harder. Well–tightens the headlock, anyway. Same difference. He really was so worried about being a weapon, being something dangerous, being . . . 

He can’t imagine ever worrying about that again, when Metropolis turned its lights off for him and Lois and Jimmy both trust him even knowing what he’s become in other realities and Conner knew it was safe to come and find him. 

And when he’s looking at Conner, he can’t feel like any kind of a “weapon” at all. 

No. Not even a little bit. 

“Clark’s not scary, no, but the sound of a pack of tigers fighting a whale is,” Jimmy says. “The rockslide and ten-car pile-up is a little unsettling too, to be honest. Like, much less so, but it’s still on the radar there.” 

“No it’s not, it’s precious,” Clark says, then starts preening Conner’s ruffled curls into some semblance of order again. Well . . . a vague impression of it, anyway. Maybe. Kind of. 

A bit. 

. . . possibly that’s a fool’s errand, but whatever. He’s willing to put the effort in for his kid, fool’s errand or not.

[cheriekos]

“my self-sufficiency will be the death of me” [timkon ficlet]

goooooood afternoon timkonners. Really wanted to get into the habit of writing a little bit everyday again, so I’m filling out some whumptober-adjacent prompts (courtesy of scealaiscoite). This may be eventually cross-posted to my ao3, who knows, this is mostly just to keep my writing skills in check after a really rough few months of work + to get me out of my writing slump on my larger fic projects. This has been very lightly edited, and is extremely unbeta’d. Anyways, enjoy! Prompt: blood swirling down a shower drain. Content warnings for light descriptions of a knife injury & medical treatment related to that.

The ceiling is that awful popcorn texture. It's yellowed over time. There's a spreading stain over corner, likely some water damage from the unit above. There's some rust at the corner of the shower curtain rod and some odd looking spots at the bottom of the flimsy plastic curtain that has him groaning because he's going to have to look into this, he lives here, other people live here, and clearly the landlord spruced up his apartment but not the others and this needs to be taken care of but it's another thing to take care of -

His breath catches in his throat, a barely held gasp just eeking out past his lips. Every time he tries to breathe low into his belly, his chest spasms. Bruised ribs, he catalogues. Another thing to take care of.

Tim's fingers shake over the left side of his chest, right above the torn parts of his uniform, right where his emergency beacon was slashed through. He lost the one on his wrist sometime between Falcone's latest hidden warehouse and the apartment building. If he reaches down to his boot, he can press the one still intact. He can press it, and someone will come and get him.

He can't move his hand.

Well - It's not that he can't. He's still got some feeling left, which is good. But he can't stop staring at the ceiling. The thought of even moving his head makes him feel so - so tired. It feels as if someone has scooped out his bones and filled him with dense liquid. He tries to will himself to move, to slam down on the emergency beacon and suffer through the indignity of having to be saved by Robin and sit through a thorough dissection of everything he did wrong tonight. He doesn't mind it so much anymore, really - but he's just - he's too tired. He's too tired.

When he closes his eyes, it feels good - the rest that calls to him feels like the kind after a particularly long day of running around as a kid. When you've probably spent too much time in the sun and your chest hurts, the phantom pain of deep laughter following you to your bed. He believes it, for a moment. That he's really just closing his eyes after playing too much and too long and his mom will be there in just a moment to brush his hair out of his eyes and tell him don't let the bed bugs -

He presses down on the knife wound along his abdomen to keep himself awake.

Only an inch deep, but three inches long - they got messy trying to pull it out, he thinks. Another wound. Another thing to take care of. Which he won't be able to take care of if he passes out in this dingy bathroom that's probably going to give him an infection.

His fingers feel cold. He can't tell if he's going into shock or if he's been sitting under the spray of the shower so long that the hot waters run out.

He can't die like this. Not like this. Lying in a mold covered bathroom, shredded to pieces. Not like this.

It's painful, it makes him flush with a deeply buried shame that he tried hard not to face - but he chokes out his name anyway.

"Superboy," he says. "Kon."

There's a moment - one painful, awful moment - where there is nothing but the sound of the shower and his own, ragged breathing. Then, somewhere further inside there's the sound of a window opening, the stumbling of leather boots against hardwood floor - and then Kon's there, right there next to him, and Tim has never felt so relieved and so ashamed at the same time.

"Shit," Kon says, holding Tim's face. He looks down at Tim's hands, shaking against the wound in his side, and follows the blood going down the shower drain. "Shit."

"Good t'see y'too." Tim mumbles.

Kon's staring - or at least, Tim thinks he is. He thinks time is slowing down, maybe. Between one blink and the next, Kon's face morphs from wide-eyed worry to a grim sort of determination. The grip on Tim's face tightens - not unkindly.

"Not funny, Tim," Kon says, lowly.

Tim just swallows, barely wincing at the acrid taste of copper on his tongue. He tilts his chin with what little energy he has, indicating his stomach.

"Knife wound," he says. "Bruised ribs. Gotta check for - for concussion -"

"Stop talking -"

"Need - stitches -"

"Stop talking."

Tim's mouth clicks shut. He feels something burn at his chest - not pain, but something more akin to anger flaring beneath his skin. The urge to crawl out of the tub, to rip away from Kon and get his own goddamn medical kit was making his stomach roll. But God, his bones were like lead and his head was so heavy - the overwhelming relief of being gathered up into Kon's arms was almost enough to distract him. Almost.

"I'm taking you back to your house -"

"Can't."

"Why?"

"Got - my own - my own place -"

Kon freezes as he leaves the old bathroom, pausing briefly to scrunch his eyes tight and mutter a small Jesus Christ before readjusting Tim in his hold, gently.

"You need help, Tim, and you've lost a lot of blood -"

"Not too much -"

"Tim -"

"Kon," Tim says, strained. "The longer we stand here arguing, the more blood I lose. Take me - take me back to my apartment."

Time really slows down then. Kon's bright, bright eyes bore into his, a completely open book. Tim can see the way he swallows down his words, the way his jaw twitches as he grinds his teeth - the way his eyes shine with worry. Tim holds his gaze, focusing on the pain blooming across his ribs in order to avoid thinking about just how much Kin's gaze unsettled something within him.

"You're gonna be the death of me," Kon mutters.

"Not if I die first," Tim says, softly. Kon doesn't laugh - doesn't so much as smirk. Then, he's bounding out the door faster than Tim could blink.

Tim feels a wave of vertigo and he does everything he can to stop the bile rising in his throat. He digs his nails into the worn leather of Kon's sleeve, groaning with his lips shut tight. Kon's thumb rubs a soft circle where he holds him - a gesture so gentle that it takes Tim by surprise. He doesn't get to relish in it for long before Kon's laying him against his new dining table; Tim mourns the clean wood. He'll be scraping out blood from the grooves for the next few months.

"My medkit -" Tim's hand reaches out, weakly. "Get me - needle -"

"Are you out of your mind?" Kon damn near shouts. "You're not sewing yourself up."

"I can and - I will -"

"No," Kon says firmly, hand wrapped around Tim's wrist. "Can you - can you just let someone help you for once?"

No - it's the reply right on the tip of his tongue. Help. There was a time when people surrounded Tim, when he could reach out a hand and find another reaching out to him. But the longer he does this, the more he loses, the more people start to disappear - the more that he finds that the only hands he has are his own. The hands that will stitch him up and prop him up straight, the ones that get things done.

But another, tiny part of him sighs. A little part of him sags with relief, maybe with exhaustion- because yes, he would like some help. His fingers are cold and cannot stop shaking and Kon is steady.

"Fine," Tim finally says. "Help me."

Kon smiles. That irritating, crooked grin lights up his face and Tim chest constricts at the familiarity of it.

“Was that so hard?” Kon says, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Yes,” Tim groans.

Kon moves swiftly - more assured, more practiced than he had been months ago when he first had to deal with some bad scrapes while out on a mission with the team. His hands don’t flit about wildly, searching for something to make it better. He takes off his own gloves and washes his hands before cutting through the tightly woven Kevlar of Tim’s suit, gently washing the cut, and letting Tim dig crescent shaped divets into his bicep while he threaded Tim’s skin back together.

“You’ve gotta breathe, Tim - “

“I’m trying, asshole - “

“Don’t call the guy with the needle and thread an asshole, asshole - “

Tim barely notices that Kon has already snipped the medical thread and has started placing bandages across his side. Tim watches as he moves, quick, tearing medical tape and snipping bandages with determination, and then carefully placing them where Tim still bleeds. Tim’s mouth goes dry - he looks up at the ceiling instead.

“How’s your hearing? Seeing double?” Kon asks, flashing the little emergency flashlight in Tim’s eyes. Tim resists the urge to bat him away.

“Just fine,” Tim blinks. “God help me if I - if I ever have to deal with - two of you.”

“Twice the fun,” Kon remarks.

“Twice the headache,” Tim says, with little heat. “Kon - painkillers - “

Kon rattles a small bottle, labeled meticulously in Alfred’s familiar handwriting. “These ones?”

“Yes,” Tim says, breathlessly. He tries to put one hand under him, arm shaking with the effort to try and pull his own body weight up.

“Hold on - “

“I can - get up by myself - “

“Tim,” Kon says, warm hands curling around Tim’s arm. “Let me help you. Please.”

There’s an earnestness to Kon that is so disarming that it peels away the remaining resistance in Tim. He uses his last bits of energy to wrap an arm around Kon’s neck, a flush traveling across his cheeks as he mutters okay and lets himself be held again. This time, he lets himself melt a little further into Kon, pointedly ignoring the unfurling, winding feelings in his gut - he neatly packs that feeling away for later in the corner of his brain. He focuses on breathing, on the steady rhythm of Kon’s heartbeat, and the soothing hands that hold him.

He blinks rapidly, realizing that he’s been placed on his couch and that Kon has managed to rummage up the eye-sore of a blanket that Dick had given him as house-warming gift a while back. Kon’s in the kitchen, then suddenly by his side, waving a small glass of water and the painkillers in front of Tim.

“Drink up, Timmy,”

“Don’t call me Timmy,” Tim grumbles, and downs the pills and water in one swift movement.

When he sits back, it’s like every bit of adrenaline keeping him awake has left him. The last dredges of it disappear and all he can do is curl against the headrest, the scratchy, awful blanket giving him an odd sense of comfort. He blinks, slow, trying to get a good word out before sleep could take him. To tell Kon he’s got it handled, that he needs to report back to Dick about the stake-out going wrong - but he can’t. He just looks up at Kon, illuminated by the bright lights of Gotham from the window behind, and he feels a deep, deep ache in his sternum. A sudden urgency fills him - a worry. That when he wakes up, Kon will be gone and something about that makes Tim feel sick.

He moves his fingers slightly, flushing with embarrassment as he croaks out “Stay?”

Kon doesn’t hesitate. There’s barely enough time for a thought before Kon’s hand tangles with Tim’s, the rough pads of his thumbs, slowly becoming calloused from farm work, begins to rub against Tim’s knuckles. Tim’s breath catches in his throat.

“Of course,” Kon whispers. “You don’t even have to ask.”

Tim breathes out. “Oh.”

There’s a smile on Kon’s face - a little knowing, a little sad. Something childish blooms in Tim; he wants to reach out and hold his face, wants to pull at the edges of his cheeks until the sadness went away. But rest tugs at him, the exhaustion in his bones pulling him down, down, down until the feeling of Kon’s hand in his was a distant sensation, his last words something like out of a dream.

“I’ve got you, Tim. I’ve got you.”

[iphoenixrising]

Masterlist 3

Tim-centric con't

Red Robin tweaks: BatDad & Boomerang | Fallen (What if Dick didn't catch Tim | Kon catches Tim

Tim Angst:The Wrong Robin (for 800 Followers) | Broken Trust 1 &Broken Trust 2 | Babe has feels | More babe feels | Broken Trust 3 | Merry Christmas, Timmy on Ao3, Angst with a happy ending | on Tumblr | Lazarus!Tim au: | Tim, fresh outta Gotham and heartbreak + Lewis Capaldi's "Someone You Loved"

Random 90’s YJ angst Original post | Follow-up | Broken protocols ficlet | Tim angsts to music | Earth 3/ Owlman angst | Hanahaki disease idea | JLA stops checking in

Tim Drake Week: Day 2: Sick Bird| Day 6 (Firefly fusion) | Day 7 (Injury/Healing)

Whirlybird!!!! BABE MADE ME A WHIRLYBIRD & HC

Tim!X (AUs): Coffee Shop!AU | Tim the twisted Oracle | CEO Civilian!Tim from Prime Girl | And the post of aus | Prime girl Enchanted idea | Superpowers | Trans!Tim | Temperance: Temperance's Temptations on AO3 and art ! & Just Desserts | Vampire!Tim HC & for 600 followers! & Bite Kink (it's naughty) | in the future | Mute!Tim: One & Two & Three | Mer!Tim: Ideas & Scaring Dami & Damian & Art & Titans | Silver-Snow's Mer!Tim: Natant & Ideas

Kid!Tim: De-Aged!Tim: Not trusting the BatFam ... but the Titans | Kid!Tim works (Different ways Tim joins the Bats earlier):Tiny!Tim au on Ao3 | Kid!Tim is discovered by Robin!Jason & Window Seat & Tiny!Tim au: The Fever & Tiny!Tim and the Secret (for 500 Followers!) & Tiny!Tim and The Wrong Bus | Tiny!Tim and Tiny!Peter ask | Home for Tiny Birds (Convergence w/ NHFDB!Tim): One & Two | Jason's Death (HCs): One & Two & Three

Justice is Blind (Blind!Tim AU): on AO3 and some amazing art by the incredible poison-basil!!! | One | Two ("BatFam") | Three ("Waking Up") | Four | Five | Six (slight NSFW SuperBats) | Asks: Who All Knows & Ra's, Tam & WE, & Jason & Ra's & Tech & Tech and Tam

Converging the AUs:

"Feels" by iphoenixrising , a graphic by Miss Coco Chips | Convergence

Home for Tiny Birds: NHFDB!Tim visits Tiny!Tim

Fracture!Tim meets Talon!Tim & Dr!Tim | Sated (NSFW HC)

Fracture: the Multiverse & Future!AU

Boy All the Bad Guys Want:

Want | Battle for the Cowl, ScareRobin | Lex Luthor | Tim + Inertia + Superboy Prime | Prime: One & Two & Domestic Syndrome | Superboy Prime and Justice Lord Kon

Pamphlets: One (based on this ) & Two

Joker Junior: One & Two

Jean Paul One & Two

Talon!AU: in which Tim is a Talon & RR without Tim & Mindfuckery & Titans on the Hunt | Gray Son must Die (in which babe wrote most of the thing) & Functionally Immortal & Brainwashed, Hurting, Dissociating, Angry, and Lost & the Assassin & the Talon | Refuge w/ Shiva & A Killer | Rebuilt & vs Fracture!Tim

Dr!Tim (DickTimJay; in which Tim is a trauma surgeon and DickJay are vigilantes)

Meta: on AO3 | Art in which I cry with joy | How it all Began (light NSFW) | Follow-Up

The Mentor; The Suit; Med School | Hobbies & Tony (HCs) | Dick’s Acrobatic Talents (suprise!, it's smut!) | Steph & Batgirl | The Joker | Integration (HC) | Roof Rat | Wicked Way | Dr!Tim HC: Jason’s real pad disguised The original idea | le ask | ask 2 | ask 3

The Submissive & Safeword (HC) & Safewords Out & Sub-Drop | Not Safewording Ask | Annnd Consequences

London Bridge: is Falling & (Missing Scene) & Afterward w/ guest star, Tony Stark!

Headcannons and ficlets Four Times the Bats called Doctor Drake | What's in a Name (HC) | Ultimate Fanboy | Pet Project & Ra's (HC) | Dancing | Meet and Greet | Jealous!Dami | cute!Tim, overwraught!Dick (NSFW; adult themes)

That whole thing at Arkham Dr!Tim and Arkham Riots: One & Two | Arkham Breakout | But, that's not all Dr!Tim and Fear

Tony Stark in Dr!Tim: The Surgeon, The Captain, and the Soldier (for 600 followers!) | SteveTonyBucky (for 700 followers!)

BatFam Prompts, Drabbles, & Thoughts

BatFam headcanons: BatDad | Characterization | General & Dami | Robins & their Other Selves | Outlaws & Titans | Slade/Dick | Terry McGinnis | the Sads

Misc Ficlets: Accents & Motherhenning | Bats & Birthdays | Concussion Confessions | GenderBend | Robins & the Cold | Staypuff | Training ("Hilarity Ensues") | DickTim & a fight & Robin Cuddles | "Let Sleeping Robins Lie" (for 100 followers!) | BatFam & Tim with a Cold | Tim/Clark for Tim Drake Birthday Hunt! (NSFW) | Tim/Clark ask

Interest (see also "DickTimJay: Destroyed")

Soulmates (Robinpile) | Part 1 | Part 2-ish | Here’s an ask | Aaand another | And a third | And a post-fit ask that broke my heart

SuperBats

BatFam Big Bang: on AO3 Day 1: Cuddles | Day 2: Sick | Day 3: Fight! | Day 4: Vacation | Day 5: Nightmare | Day 6: Best Rescue | Day 7

Fic Recs: Funeral & Dr Oz by awkwardbluefish Calling It by reallyautomaticvoid

Damian

Headcanons: on Tim & Shiva | Characterization | as a Boyfriend and NSFW specifically w/ Jason and also with Dick

Dami and ...: Dick & Tim at the Arcade | Tim & Don't panic, but we accidentally got marries | Comfort | Robin's Redemption (for 400 followers!)

Fic Rec: DamiTim by hauntedlittledoll

DamiTim Nurse Tim! Robin!Dami WIP on Ao3 | Concept | Alph!Dami/Alph!Jon/Omega!Tim: The original ask| Tim & Dami

Night Sky

Jason

Jason Todd's mouth & Languages (HC) | Jason's Accent & its inspiration

v. the Pit and then I saw Counting Bodies like Sheep

Misc: Jason, the Outlaws, and the Joker | Crochet | RHatO #25!UA | Silence (tw warning: major character death) | Bottom Jason Todd Week: Daddy Kink, Rare pair Jay/Thomas Elli Heavy in your Arms: One & Two (Angst; Based off the song with the same title by Florence + the Machine)

Marvel

Forward Momentum (MCU Steve/Bucky eventual Steve/Bucky/Tony): on AO3 | Nice Things | Steps | Family | Why aren't you an Engineer? | The Situation | Coffee | Observation | Hurt/Comfort (for 100 followers!) | Medical (HC)

Marvel AOB Attempt: One | Two | Crossroads | Three | Tony & Omegas | Tony & Heat

MCU crossovers: Fracture/Forward Momentum fusion The original idea | Aaaand part 2 |Tony is a bro in the crossover verse | What if crossover verse | Tim stays in the MCU and goes out as Robin | One shot: Tony and Bucky visit Tim in Gotham - different crossover verse | Bonding with the Avengers

Misc

Miraculous Ladybug Play | The Way to His Heart

Check Please!Check Please WIP | WIP 2

Voltron: all because of satire-please Team Dynamics | Left Behind | Waking | You, Not the Lion

[mamawasatesttube]

"you're a terrible liar" for fic prompts?

vaguely set after this ficlet but should stand alone!

Hours after the battle is over, when the dust has settled and the injured have been tended to, when the night has drawn on so late that it's circled back around to daybreak, Kon finally gets a few minutes to breathe.

Weariness settles deep into his bones. The fighting was exhausting enough—it'll never be easy, dealing with fuckin' Superboy Prime—but even after that was over, there was the cleanup. So much destruction wrought in so little time... he's going to crawl into bed and close his eyes and dream of TTKing people safely out of collapsed buildings. He knows it.

Still better than dreaming of the ones he couldn't save, though.

But now it's over. And that means he can finally, finally go find his fiancé and rest.

Tim's heartbeat, faithful as ever, leads him to a quiet hallway in the hectic hustle and bustle of the field shelter and hospital. Tim's holed up in one of the makeshift bedrooms here; he's not asleep, though, so Kon has no qualms simply opening the door and letting himself in.

The door clicks shut behind him. Sunlight streams in through open curtains; Tim is sitting on the air mattress on the floor, knees tucked to his chest. His head whips up the second Kon enters the room, and for a moment, he just stares, his eyes wide and his heart beating faster, like he can't quite comprehend what he's seeing.

Kon holds out his arms slightly, exhausted. Being near Tim means he's home. "...Hey."

The spell breaks. Tim scrambles to his feet and flies into Kon's chest, throwing his arms around his shoulders and holding on tight. His breath shudders through his body; he buries his face in Kon's collarbone and clings to him like a lifeline.

"You're okay," he whispers. Kon knows it's more to himself than anything; he has to convince himself that he can relax, that it's really over. That Prime didn't take Kon from him again. "You're okay."

"I'm okay," Kon agrees softly. He bows his head, presses his lips to Tim's hair, and lets out a deep sigh, weary and content. He's in Tim's arms—he's home.

Tim loosens his grip, his hands running down Kon's back to circle his hips, then back up to his chest. "You're not hurt? You're—did he hurt you?"

"Nothing major," Kon promises, catching those wandering hands in his own. He rubs his thumbs over Tim's knuckles, leans in, brushes a kiss to his brow, his chest aching with tenderness. "Buncha bruises, some scrapes, but nothing major. I'm okay, sunshine."

Tim stares up at him for several seconds, searching his face for any omission. When he finds none, a little of the tension melts away from his shoulders. Kon smiles at him softly, drawing him back into his arms; Tim leans into him, arms wound snug around his waist.

"What're you doing holed up back here?" Kon asks, after a moment. "Wait, don't tell me, lemme guess. You were helping Oracle coordinate relief efforts, but you were too antsy and freaked out and she got fed up with you and told you to go take a nap, but you were too wired to actually sleep, so you've been stuck here pacing a hole in the floor. Am I right?"

Tim makes a tiny noise that, on any other day, would probably be more indignant than the huffy little peep it is. "I'm fine."

Kon snorts, running his hand up his back into his hair. "You're a terrible liar, babe."

That makes Tim's head snap up. He gives Kon a dirty look, clearly offended—while still clinging to him, of course—and wrinkles his nose like an annoyed bunny. "I'm literally not. You are. I'm literally the best liar you know!"

Kon can't help it. He kisses him.

Tim melts instantly, warm and pliant in Kon's embrace. He kisses back desperately, his body belying all the anxiety and terror Kon knows have been drowning him since they last saw each other hours ago; Kon wraps his TTK around him, too, strokes his shoulders and caresses his hair and presses tiny telekinetic kisses all over his back.

"See?" Kon kisses him again, tender as can be. "Terrible liar. You've been a wreck." Another kiss. "Mm..." What was he going to say, again? He kind of forgot, what with all the euphoria of kissing his Tim. Uh... oh, yeah! Right. He nuzzles Tim's nose, leaning their foreheads together, and smiles down at him, exhausted and achy and so, so content. "I'm tired. Nap with me?"

Tim cups his cheek in one callused hand. He gazes up at Kon with so much unbridled adoration that Kon can't quite handle it; his cheeks grow warm every time Tim looks at him like this, even now.

"Of course I will," Tim says. He kisses the corner of Kon's mouth, then admits, as if it's some sort of secret, "I'm pretty tired, too."

Kon scoops him up and carries him over to the air mattress. Tim, more than accustomed to being Kon's favorite ragdoll by now, simply snuggles into his chest with a tiny smile. Kon doesn't miss the way he rests his hand over his heart.

"Hey," he murmurs, brushing his lips to Tim's brow. "I'm here. We're okay."

Tim lets out a slow breath. "Yeah," he says; Kon knows he's not lying this time. "I know we are."

[river-bottom-nightmare]

“Humor me for a little bit,” Kon said, and he had no idea how his words came out of his mouth so composed, because he was most certainly stumbling over them in his brain. “Say, say for a moment, you’re actually pretty.”

Robin looked away, and for a minute Kon was gripped with panic because those eyes were hidden again, but Kon had only just seen them for the first time and there was no way he could ever stop looking at them. Then, Robin let out a suppressed sound, quiet and real, unlike any laugh he’d ever heard before, and Kon decided he liked the laugh better anyway. Robin turned back to him, those blue eyes sparking, and Kon realized he’d have a difficult time telling which one of the two he liked better.

Robin raised an eyebrow at him, and that smirk hadn’t changed one bit. “You sound surprised.” He gestured around them, to the moon reflecting off the rippling water, to the little wildflowers studding the ground. “Is the lake doing me any favours?” He asked dryly.

“Uh, if anything, you’re doing the lake favours.” Kon knew Robin would laugh at his expense for that, but watching his shoulders shake as he tried to muffle his giggles was worth the other hero making fun of him a thousand times over. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was lying. Moonlight washed over Robin’s face — all of his face — and rippling over long eyelashes Kon had never seen and sharp cheekbones Kon wanted to trace and a chapped, bitten mouth Kon wanted taste.

Robin’s teasing expression was still firmly in place, but his tone was a touch softer when he said, “I thought you didn’t know how to talk to girls? Or, at least, that’s what Cassie said.”

“Well, you’re not a girl,” Kon pointed out, then backpedaled hastily. “I mean, I think...?”

And oh, Robin was going to give him hell for this later. For now, he seemed to settle for stepping closer, footsteps soft but audible, crossing his arms over his chest and suddenly it was just another one of their verbal matches, the kind they’ve had a thousand times over. “Oh? What am I then? A tree?”

“Well you’re certainly skinny enough,” Kon said. “But not that tall. Hm, maybe a tree stump? A tree branch?”

Robin’s playful smirk turning into a playful glare, and he stepped close to swat Kon on the arm, but Kon reeled the other boy in, hands hooking around hips. And just like they’d done a thousand times before, lifting Robin off the ground for a flight, catching Robin falling through the air, pulling Robin away from a villain, the other boy looped his arms around Kon’s neck. 

“I wasn’t lying,” Kon’s voice was soft, his eyes drinking in every part of Robin’s face. He lifted a hand to rest at the boy’s cheek, tracing the cheekbone gently. “Pretty,” he murmured. 

Those ethereal features twisted in displeasure, and Robin’s lips fell into a frown. “But am I only pretty because you can see all of me, now?”

And that? That was a worry best swept away quickly. “No,” Kon said, no hesitation. “You were always pretty. Except for the times you were badass. And the times you were tired and sleep deprived, you just turned into cute.”

Robin wrinkled his nose, and in a tone Kon knew extremely well, protested “I’m not cute!”

But then Kon leaned down and kissed Robin, sweeter and softer than he’d ever imagined, but since when has Robin ever been what Kon expected. The look of breathless shock and a hint of awe could not be described as anything other than adorable, so Kon whispered against Robin’s lips, “Liar.”

where are they? what’s going on? is tim revealing his identity? [hand wavey motions] who knows.

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[nightmareinfloral]

okay but baby jon crying and Bruce takes him in his arms and he calms down and grabs Bruce's finger and Bruce is overwhelmed by emotions.

Clark: you okay, Bruce? Is Jon hurting you-

Bruce, sobbing his eyes out: no

bruce enjoys having clark and baby jon over for dinner on fridays. not for work. just to catch up. the house seems so empty sometimes with dick in bludhaven and jason… gone. the company is welcome.

jon can’t seem to settle.

“can you hold jon for a second bruce? i’ll warm up a bottle to calm him down” clark says and deposits jon in bruce’s arms before he can respond.

jon is so tiny in bruce’s arms, he barely weighs a thing. tear-stained eyes blink up at bruce inquisitively.

“hey champ” bruce coos, “what’s the matter, huh? what’s with all the fuss?”. he boops jon’s nose and the baby giggles. jon reaches out and grabs bruce’s finger. his hand is so small he can barely hold it.

something hitches in bruce’s chest and before he can stop them the tears are flowing. maybe it’s him missing his boys. or perhaps it’s seeing baby jon reach out for his hands, when they’ve caused so much pain and been in so many fights.

maybe he’s just tired.

either way bruce is full on sobbing when a very confused clark re-enters the room with jon’s bottle.

[have-a-good-fucking-day]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Young Justice (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Barry Allen/Hal Jordan Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, Wally West, Bart Allen Additional Tags: Fluff, Probably some angst, Tim's Dog/My only OC, I mean; from my posted fics, whatever, I'm Bad At Tagging, Drabble Collection, But it's mainly ficlets, Ficlet Collection, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, possibly Summary:

It's what it sounds like: just a bunch of my shorter fic ideas that I wanted to write, but not post individually.

Ig this is going to serve as a table of contents until it gets too long...

1. TimKon 2. HalBarry 3. TimKon (again)

[totita030]

Hey, @woahjaybird I told you I really liked your ficlet and then it turned out this, somehow.

(The multiple second parts are even better)

The ficlet is here

[cryptids-and-muses]

Cassie isn’t technically an amazon, she’s a demigod, and I feel after some time as Wonder Girl Diana would offer to officially make her part of the sisterhood.

There’s a huge ceremony on Themyscira that Tim, Bart, and Kon are invited to attend. Donna gives Cassie some traditional amazonian armor to wear during the ceremony. Queen Hippolyta is the one to conduct the ceremony and Diana is standing off to the side just beaming. Cassie is a mix of happy tears and pure excitement and honor. She says all of the vows with a huge grin on her face, and she flies up into the air, twirling with jubilation as she's declared an Amazon by Queen Hippolyta. Kon, Tim, and Bart are cheering their hearts out.

After the official stuff it becomes a huge 2 day festival to welcome their new sister. It kicks off with a huge feast after the ceremony and the second day is a bunch of games and competitions. A big part of the feast is telling stories about previous battles and Cassie is Nervous for her turn so donna goes first and talks about the titans. The boys get in on the tradition and start telling their own battle stories and the amazons are loving it.

During the games Bart wins all the races and the amazons start calling him ‘Little Hermès’. Kon gets into so many arm wrestling matches. He can’t beat all of them and is living. Kon also nearly destroys a pillar during the dicus through because he ignored Tim’s warnings about the wind. Tim keeps impressing people with his wit and knowledge, he already knows several dead languages and they love it and think he’s the cutest thing ever. A bunch want to spar with him. He wins a few matches by outsmarting them but tapps out early because he isnt as durable. The whole thing is just really fun.

[an-actual-changeling]

A wile ago I saw a post/headcanon here about Bruce Wayne don't letting any of his children to join the scouts, ‘cause Superman is the biggest boy scout and he doesn't want his kids to became like that. I think it was from @blanddcheadcanons

Since me and my family are all part of the scouts in our country, me and my brother came up with this plot line about Damian joining the scouts. This would be set like an episode in an slice-of-life animation about the batfam (Keeping Up with the Waynes?). I'm not a fic writher, so I'm just gonna put an idea about what it would be. Notice that we don't know much about american scouts, since we're not from the US, and this have a lot of creativity freedom so pls forgive me if anything is wrong

Be Prepared

- Both Jon and Kon are scouts. Superman thinks it's good for then to interact with other kids, have acctivities that are not school/superheroing, and, you know, 'cause he's the biggest scout ever

- Kon is ok with this and enjoys the acctivities

- Jon loves it

- Jon invites Damian to go with him once, like in an event that you can bring your friends that are not scouts, or annoy him until he agreed to go at least once

- Damian don't want to go 'cause "father wouldn't approve", but end up going

- When they get there Damian founds the acctivities and that he can get badges for skills and he thinks it's interesting

- He sees this as an childish version of all the training that he had in the league, and don't understand how the other kids are struggling to get the  badges

- So he decide's to join, to show the others how easy this is, and it will be entretaning for a few months

- He thinks it will be a piece of cake

- It's not

- Jon is really happy about his friend joining him, like the little sunshine that he is

- Kon know that some shit is gonna happen, but whants to see the chaos

- In dinner that night Damian informs the family that he joined the scouts. Bruce is not happy about it and blames Clark

- Meanwile in Metropolis, Clark receive the news from Jon and starts to laugh

- In two months he collects a lot of badges, including almost all the ones to became an eagle scout

- Almost

- Cooking, hiking, first aid. You name it, he have it. Most of the skills was teached by the league as his long training to became an assassin, and the others was either learn wile living in the manor or with a quick search

- It only misses one, and that one only misses one activity

- So, Damian an Jon enter the manor after the week activitie and Damian is pissed

- The other batkids ask what happened and jon answear that he's missing one hability

- Tim: So, deamon spawn, wich requirement do you not have? Frindship badge?

- Damian: Jockes on you, Drake. I already have this one. The one I don't have is "help an elder"

- Duke: So, you can just ask Alfred, I know that he will be happy to help you

- Damian: That would be cheating, and I will not low myself like those peasants. I believe I can do this on my own

- So the rest of the episode is basicaly Damian trying to accompliment this task wile making company Jon in his quest for badges, and the family trying to spy/help him without him noticing

- He end up getting his badge and Bruce being pround, also this is one thing that he can brag about with Clark

- Cass en up joining the scouts

- Dick is forbidded by Damian to join, it would be too annoying and he enjoys the scouts

[lerdm]

More On The Tim/Diana AU

Okay, so since my post on rare ships, I did get a few messages about how I thought this would look like, so here is an outline of what that universe might look like.

Bruce is older now, like actually old, like 65-70ish. Alfred died a few years back and the way Bruce dealt with it drove Jason away for good. Dick is still Nightwing, although he’s also getting up there in years. His 40′s weren’t kind to him and he and Damian got into a huge fight at his 50th birthday party because Damian was almost certain that he was going to get himself killed. Damian doesn’t talk much with Bruce or Dick anymore either, which is a shame, because he’s the only one who Jason will speak to. Then there’s Tim. 

He’s in his early thirties, he was the one who took over being Batman after Bruce retired, much to Damian’s chagrin. Diana being basically immortal and Clark not ageing quite the same as a human man, are still the pillars of the League. At first, Batman wasn’t quite the image that he was when Bruce was in the role, but he made a name for himself soon enough.

He’s been Batman for a few years now, and the other day, he noticed a grey hair. He held it in his hand and stared at it for a while in front of the large window that looked out on Earth in the Watchtower. Diana came up behind him and asked if he was okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just... getting old I guess.”

“Is that troubling you?” Diana asked.

“Yes, more than it probably should,” Tim answered completely honestly.

This took Diana off guard, although, it shouldn’t by now. She should be used to the idea that Tim wasn’t his father, he didn’t bottle things up, not anymore. He had grown emotionally. And Diana would be lying if she didn’t notice how he had grown physically.

“Is it something that’s bothering you?” Diana asked.

Tim smiled a little at her and she smiled back. “Not really, not right now. But I’ve seen what doing this does to someone’s body. Bruce can barely walk now and it kills him. I figure I should probably stop before it gets that far.” He paused. “I probably won’t. Maybe I’ll go the same route as Jason and Damian and use a Lazarus pit.”

Diana looked concerned at this, “Would you? Consider that?”

“No. I think I’d rather die naturally than hurt the people around me with... everything that comes with the Pit.”

“I know it’s not my place, but I am relieved to hear you say that.”

“Maybe it is your place. I mean... you’re my friend.”

Diana looked at the man in the eye, they were the same height. 

“Just friends?”

A slow smiled crept onto Tim’s face, “I don’t presume to know what you’re feeling, but if you’re asking...”

“Which I am.”

“I don’t see any reason why we can’t... explore... this relationship. Beside perhaps your feelings for my father,” Tim said.

Diana shook her head a little. “You’re nothing like him.”

Tim grinned, “That’s more of a compliment than you know.”

“May I kiss you?” She asked.

“Of course,” Tim said.

<><> Years Later <><>

Tim was standing at the end of a long aisle. It wasn’t a big wedding, mostly family and friends from the superhero community. Tim’s best man was Conner Kent, Diana’s man of honour was Clark.

Bruce was sitting in the front and watched, his heart shattering, as Diana married his son.

There was a small reception outside the manor, where the wedding was taking place. Tim was chatting with some of the guests when something on the treeline caught his eye. He smiled and excused himself and walked over.

Jason was leaning against a tree, smoking. He looked the exact same as the snarky 19-year-old Tim had known what felt like a lifetime ago. Except for the hair, it was shock-white, and his eyes glowed in the dark slightly unnaturally.

“You know, you were invited,” Tim said.

“I know, but I didn’t want to make trouble for you,” Jason said. “Damian sends his best.”

Tim laughed, “No. He didn’t.”

Jason grinned, “No. He didn’t.” He took another drag. “Some things never change.”

“Yeah,” Tim agreed, giving Jason a look.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Don’t go all Bruce and give me a lecture.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

Jason rolled his eyes and reached into his jacket, pulling out an envelope. “Here, a wedding present.”

Tim looked inside and saw that it was packed with photographs. And not just any photos.

“Jason... how did you get these, I thought Bruce destroyed them after Alfred died,” Tim looked through them with tears welling in his eyes.

Jason smiled bittersweetly, “Alfred gave me all the old photo albums.”

“Thanks, Jay. I-” Tim looked up from a photo to see that Jason was gone. He chuckled slightly, put the envelope in his suit jacket, and went back to the party.

“Where’d you sneak off to?” Diana asked slightly teasingly, though there was a hint of real concern under it.

“Jason stopped by,” Tim said.

Diana smiled a little.

<><> Ten Years Later <><>

Funnily enough, Tim and Diana only had little girls. Tim had thought that the universe was going to mess with Diana by making them have only boys. Not that Tim was complaining. He loved those girls.

He and Diana left them with Conner when they were going out on League business that day. It was a hard fight. Diana was protecting Tim, who was trying to hack into the hidden files in their latest adversary’s computer. Unfortunately, a bomb was set off when the other members of the Justice League were battling the drones on the main level, and the building began to crash around them.

The next thing Diana knew, she was opening her eyes. She seemed to have landed in an air pocket. And then she remembered who else she had been with. “Batman?!” She called. She sat up and looked around until she saw a glint of light bouncing off something. But she couldn’t tell what it was. She reached out to touch it, and her hand came back sticky.

“Timothy?” She asked the darkness, her voice wavering in a way that it hadn’t in a long time.

She crawled over to where he was laying. No pulse to be found. She cradled his body against her chest and sobbed until Superman finally dug them out of the rubble.

<><> <><>

Telling her children that their father was gone was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.

All she could think about as she stood at the grave of Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, was how she was so lucky that she still had pieces of him in the world.

She smelt the smoke before she heard him speak.

“I could bring him back, if you’d like.”

She turned to look at Jason, ever the same man, frozen in time.

“He told me he didn’t want that,” Diana replied.

Jason just nodded, “Yeah, I figured.”

There was silence for a moment before Diana spoke her mind. “Why are you here?”

“I... just thought I’d come to tell you that I’m sorry. And that you and the kids were the things that made his life worth something to him, not Batman.”

Diana stared at Jason tearily. “Thank you.”

He nodded and was about to turn away when he remembered something else he had wanted to tell her. “And... Damian’s taken this hard. He, uh, I think he has people following your girls just to make sure nothing happens. I tried to call him off but- well, it’s Damian. I know they can handle themselves, he’s just worried.”

Diana wanted to be angry, and snap at him that she can protect her children on her own, but then she remembered that she wasn’t the only one who lost someone.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

Jason nodded once and then went back to his motorcycle, revving away.

[materassassino]

86. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.” OR 87. “You’re so adorable.” DAMIJON

THEY ARE BOTH OF AGE HERE

“You’re so adorable.”

It’s out before Jon can stop himself, and frankly, he doesn’t care. It’sfun to watch Damian’s forehead scrunch up in complete bewilderment.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re adorable,” Jon repeats, grinning from ear to ear. He can’thelp it. He wants to catch this moment and keep it in a bottle forever, sealedtight so he can stare at it and feel the immense warmth he’s feeling right nowwhenever he wants. It’s almost better than the night before, with all its heatand fumbling and too much over-before-it-started, because now he can just… liehere, face-to-face with Damian, and stare at him. Stare at his greengreeneyes and pretty cheekbones and jet-black hair. Stare at the scar over his righteye and his full lips and the hook of his nose, and the way his ears stick out.

Not that he hasn’t been able to stare before, but now… now isdifferent. It’s like they’ve crossed a threshold he wasn’t aware existed, andit feels weird and good and new and familiar all at the same time. It’s beensix years since they first met and while things are the same they’re also completelydifferent and Jon is giddy with it.

Damian frowns. “That is a ridiculous thing to call me,” hemutters, shaking his head. Jon scoots closer, still grinning, still feelingelated. It’s like taking in sunshine but a thousand times better. It’s likesoaring in the great big blue sky over the Kansas plains but so much more so.

“You are though,” he says. Damian rolls his eyes.

“You’re being absurdly sentimental,” he says. The covers shift, andJon’s eyes go wide when fingertips brush his stomach, tentative, cautious,asking permission. Jon gives it by placing his own hand on Damian’s chest. Hecan hear his heartbeat, he always can, his ears fine-tuned to its unique sound,but he can feel it now, beneath his palm. Feel how it’s faster than usual, andhow it matches with the spread of colour across Damian’s cheeks.

Jon moves closer still, wrapping Damian’s arm around his waist. Theair between them is taut now, the atmosphere changed from pure warmth anddelight to something deliciously tense with promise. To his surprise, Damian isthe one to close the distance. His lips are soft, almost questioning, but theymake Jon melt, turn him to putty as he wraps his arms around Damian and pullshim closer, against him, and he sighs in contentment.