#they can't be just ''The Drakes''

[ducktales-four-years]

Family...?

(Don't tag as ship)

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Post patrol family game night goes awry ...

Meme reference under cut

[axiliern]

waiter waiter more vampire timkon please!

prev vampire timkon drawing!!!

[sbd-laytall]

And this right here is precisely why Young Justice is still so beloved to people even decades later and why people were justifiably upset when the Young Justice show kept on screwing everything up from the start.

Young Justice (1998) #55

[oncillabrigade]

Someday, Damian is going to outpace Tim height-wise. He'll be at least a couple inches taller, because Damian's parents are both tall(ish) while Tim has done everything in his power short of getting an Ed Elric-style arm to stunt his own growth.

Once that happens, Damian will uncover his greatest power of all, a power he had only dreamt of before now, a power possessed by Superboy himself. Because once Dami is even a centimeter over Tim's head, this will occur:

Tim: Nice try, [insert rogue name], but you've officially been busted by Red Robin and the boy wonder himself.

Damian: Why does your name come first?

Tim: I'm older.

Damian:

Damian: *opens mouth*

Damian: *draws the biggest breath of his life*

Damian: I'M TALLER!!!!!

Unfortunately for Damian, he is not Jon, and Tim is not ten, and therefore, Tim has a comeback.

Tim: Name a single culture where height is a basis for authority and we'll talk.

Damian is devastated. He lashes out. They have their biggest argument in years. It gets physical. It gets vicious.

And yes, the rogue does get away while they fight.

[casscainmainly]

Your wish is my command. Last time, we voted to let Duke see Dick's parents die. Now let's give him a crash course in other Batfam trauma!

Hope you had a good time, Duke!

[flwrkid14]

The Immortal Weight of Tim Drake

There’s a part of Tim that he keeps buried deep inside, locked away so no one can see it—will ever see it. He can’t let them know. Not Dick, not Jason, not Bruce. Hell, not even Steph or Cass. It’s better this way. Because the truth is, Tim Drake isn’t like them. He can’t stay dead.

No matter how many times it happens—how many times a blade finds its way into his gut, a bullet catches him in the chest, or a fall from a skyscraper crushes every bone in his body—Tim comes back. Not right away. No, it takes minutes, sometimes agonizing minutes, where he lies broken, breathless, and unmoving, with nothing but the darkness pressing in. He feels it each time. The quiet nothingness of death that should be final but never is.

He’s not like Jason.

Jason died. Really, truly died. He was buried, mourned, and remembered as the second Robin. His grave sat cold, a monument to a boy too good for the world, too bright to last. And Jason, when he clawed his way out, became a zombie in every sense of the word—not quite living but not quite dead either.

Jason knows what it’s like to rise from death, to feel like he doesn’t belong, like a walking corpse.

But Tim doesn’t know that part.

Tim knows what it’s like to die. He knows the brief moments of oblivion that come with it, the aching cold, the stillness. But he’ll never stay dead. His revival is a guaranteed, while Jason's was a miracle. He’ll never have a grave. Never be mourned, because he’ll always come back.

And that’s what hurts the most.

No one sees him die. He’s careful. So damn careful. On the rare occasions when he can’t hide the fact that he’s dead for a few minutes—those close calls where he doesn’t get up fast enough—he brushes it off, masking the pain with a smile and a joke. If anyone noticed the blood pooling in his suit or the sickening sound of his heart stopping for too long, they never questioned it. The danger passes, and life goes on.

For them, anyway.

For Tim, it never really stops. Every death, every time he’s pushed past the edge, it weighs on him. He knows he’s playing with something dangerous—something unnatural. But what choice does he have? The truth is, it’s not just that he can’t stay dead—it’s that he should be dead. So many times over, in fact.

There are days when Tim wonders if he’s meant to be this way. Maybe, in some twisted, cosmic joke, the universe decided that Tim Drake would be the one who can’t die. Maybe it’s because Gotham needs someone like him. Someone to shoulder the risks no one else can take. After all, if Tim can’t die, what’s one more mission where death is a near certainty? What’s one more gamble with his life? It doesn’t matter anymore, right?

And he doesn’t want them to know, because the moment they know, everything changes. If Dick saw Tim’s body cold and unmoving for just a little too long—if Bruce knew Tim had been gone, even for a heartbeat—what would they do? Tim knows exactly what they’d do. They’d stop sending him on the dangerous missions. They’d protect him, smother him with concern, lock him away to preserve him like some fragile thing that can’t be touched.

But the truth is, Tim’s more dangerous now than he’s ever been. Because he can go where no one else can. He can risk everything, go into every deadly mission, every impossible scenario where the chance of survival is zero. Because he’s already proven that, for him, death is temporary.

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t mean he isn’t scared every single time it happens—when he feels life slipping away, the weight of his body going limp, his heart stopping, his breath gone. There’s that brief moment, that flicker of panic in his chest as he wonders, Is this the time I don’t come back? Is this the one that sticks?

But then the pain rushes back, and so does his heartbeat.

He’s alive again, and no one’s the wiser.

Tim can die a thousand times over, but he’ll always get back up. And that’s his curse. To always come back. Even if it means he’ll always be alone in the moments that matter most.

He’ll never have a grave. Never be mourned. But maybe that’s the point.

Jason can have the grave, the tragedy, the return from death that breaks the world apart. Tim just… dies. And he’ll keep dying. Keep coming back. Because that’s what he’s meant for.

It’s better if no one knows. If they don’t know, they won’t hesitate to send him on the missions no one else could survive. They’ll trust him to do what they can’t. And Tim will keep shouldering that weight, carrying death with him like a shadow, never far from his heels.

Because for Tim, death isn’t an ending. It’s just another step in the fight.

[arrowheadedbitch]

Steph: Okay, what is the worst thing you've ever done?

Tim, tied in the lasso of truth that steph somehow managed to nab: Oh, that's a hard one, I'll have to think about that

Jason: Why, cause your such a goodie goodie that ya can't even think of anything?

Tim: *uncontrollable laughter*

[lygma-nygma]

Honest to god Titans Tower is probably the funniest thing that's ever happened in comics to me? Like, there's so much to unpack here it's insane?? The tear-away stripper Red Hood costume? The knock-off Robin costume with the stupid ass yellow tights that somehow looks worse than if Jason just rocked the bare thighs? The way Jason is drawn like he is fully 35 with two stepkids and a mortgage? Jason inventing fanfiction about Tim and Bruce's relationship in his head because he refuses to believe Tim actually stalked his way into being Robin?? Trying to mimic his crowbar death by beating Tim with his own staff but I as a reader am entirely unable to take it seriously because of those stupid fucking tights-

And then you get to Tim's side of things and he says like, all of 5 things the entire time and three of them are a coded 'fuck you'. He has absolutely no time or respect for Jason's pity party and it's actually hysterical because Jason cannot stop yapping. Meanwhile, Tim is like, definitely losing the fight which makes it funnier?? Then the ending?? Jason scrawling "Jason Todd was here" on the wall in blood (or red paint meant to look like blood, up in the air) and signing it with a handprint like he's a middle schooler who just discovered Creepypasta???? Ripping the 'R' off Tim's costume when he's literally already unconscious?? Zipping away from the scene thinking "damn I actually like that kid, wish I had friends tbh"??

And then it's literally never brought up again.

[feelingbat-ty]

This is inspired by @aflamboyanceofflamingos post about Tim choosing to publicly hate Robin as Tim Drake, cause to love or hate someone is the best way to hide a secret identity.

I started thinking about Tim coming into contact with his teammates as a civilian and Tim using this as an opportunity to take out all the grievances he has for his team in a way, that 1) Won't cause tension and fights. And 2) let him get away with being a petty arsehole, cause it's not like superheros can just go and beat up random civilians.

And well... my hand slipped.

--- You Can't Spell Spite Without Timothy Jackson Drake ---

The amount of times YJ comes across Tim Drake in the wild would be concerning if Tim didn't stalk them as often as his busy schedule allows (which turns out to be quite often). The Beta tube in the Batcave and another secret Beta tube in the bowls of Wayne enterprise's Francisco building allows Tim easy and direct access whenever he so desires.

And well, Tim never did grow out of his stalking phase.

It would be comical - if it wasn't maddening - how often they don't realise he's there. Most of the time he's stalking trailing a member of the team he's not trying to hide his presence, it wouldn't make sense for him to, not as Tim Drake.

The team have a tally board that sits in the common room, it's at 85.

85.

His team's situational awareness is absolutely appalling. 85, they've noticed him only 85 of the hundreds of times he's followed them around?

He complains to Dick about it, a lot. He's hoping Dick will give him some tips on how to beat situational awareness into his teammates thick skulls. He was the leader of the Titans, so he has to have something!

Dick - like the asshole he secretly is - just laughs at him.

He asks Cassie about it once. Why they don't find it concerning that they encounter Tim Drake: famous for being the civilian who 'beat Robin in a fight' every other week?

"I mean, You're usually right about these sorts of things, Rob. If you don't think Drakes an issue, then we trust you."

Tim can't figure out whether to feel warm and giddy at the fact that they apparently trust him, or to be annoyed at the fact that they follow after him like sheep. Not even doing their own research and recon (Cassie probably did. Kon and Bart? Yeah, hell would have a better chance at freezing over).

The first time was a coincidence. Tim had needed some space (from Bruce. From his deadlines. From his own mind...) and ended up wondering the streets of San Francisco with no real destination in mind.

An impulse turn led him onto the boardwalk and from there right to Superboy.

It was a bright and sunny day in Fran and Kon was glowing. Literally, because of the sun and figuratively from pride after he stopped a would-be pick pocket-er from pick pocketing an elderly lady.

He shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't, not when the team know of Tim Drake, know his face and all about how he hates Robin and makes it his whole personality. Not when the only thing that stops them putting Tim Drake on Baby Super villain watch is Tims general blasé attitude about, well... himself.

But is it oh, so tempting.

Especially because the month before, Kon had accidentally smashed Tim's favourite coffee mug in a series of event's (involving a yoga ball, shearing scissors, laser vision and a will from God himself) so convoluted that Tim was convinced it had been orchestrated for a solid week.

Was it a cheap mug from Kmart? Yes, but it's the principle of the matter!

As Tim’s left shoe impacts the side of Superboys face, a sense of manic glee overtakes him. Tim takes special care to seer this memory of Superboy getting hit in the head with Tim's shoe and the stupid face he makes as the ratty converse collides with his cheek, into his brain.

It's not much, but it's justice all the same for his once beloved mug.

Tim... might just be a tad sleep-deprived.

Superboy startles and lets out a frantic “Shit!” Assuming he’s being attacked by a surprise enemy (the kind that isn’t just civilians throwing shoes) he looks around, taking stock of his surroundings and looking for any immediate threats before glancing down at the shoe and visibly doing a double take.

His face is blank as he stares - undoubtably confused - at the shoe. A second later he's lifting his gaze, following the direction the show came from and staring right at Tim.

Tim, who (like an idiot) is still, for some reason, positioned how he was when he threw the shoe - arm outstretched and leg back to brace himself.

There is absolutely no way he wasn't the one who threw the shoe. If the stance didn't give it away, then him having one shoe (that shoe being a near identical ratty rad converse) probably did.

“What?” Superboy asks. He looks befuddled. A little amused, but mostly just confused. He's got a small, polite smile on his face that just reeks of Clark Kent's influence. Kon is obviously trying to model himself off of Superman - specifically Superman's polite and approachable "Grandma pinching worthy" vibe and not his fashion choices, since he's still got the leather jacket and sunglasses.

Tim makes a mental note to tell Kon that he has a really expressive face. Tim is literally reading all his emotions in 4K. They should probably work on that, it could be a liability in the field.

Tim briefly considers playing dumb and acting like it wasn’t him that threw the shoe, before dismissing that idea, Kon can be clueless at times, but he’s not a complete idiot.

So instead, he says, “that was a very open-ended question.”

And well, it was.

At the look Superboy gives him, he elaborates, “What, when said in that context, could mean literally anything! Like, ‘what was the purpose of that?’ ‘What’s your name, so I can in-prison you’ ‘What shoe size was that?’ Seriously, dude, be more specific!”

Superboy’s befuddlement takes a sudden nosedive to incredulity. “Okay, fine. Why did you throw a shoe at me?”

“Cause you work with Robin.” He says simply. He'd say 'justice' but then he'd sound like batman and like, thanks but no thanks.

“Cause I- what? You physically assaulted me with a shoe because I work on the same team as Robin?”

Tim, personally, thinks assault is a strong word to use for this situation, but he’s glad that at least some of his lessons on the proper terms and vocabulary are paying off.

He nods, cause that is indeed what he just did, he crosses his arms across his chest, and stares Superboy down.

Superboy who, looks like he’s regretting everything that led him to this moment. Tim relishes in that for just a little too long to be healthy. Probably.

Tim doesn’t really care. He told Kon (as Robin) that he’d regret breaking Tim’s favourite mug (accident or not, he's still not over it.) yeah, this might not be how either of them envisioned it, but Tim thinks this might just be better than beating Kon up as Robin in their next team training session. What better way to get someone back than to publicly humiliate them in front of all their peers? Shame he can't do that anymore.

Eh, who is he kidding? He’s still going to do that anyway.

“You’re only gonna throw one?” Superboy has a look on his face that’s similar to the one Bruce gets when he’s decided to give up and play along with the crazy. The one where he'll smile and nod, slowly inching out of the room, as Duke and Damian (There has truly never been a more terrifying duo) explain to him in vivid detail how they're going to use psychological warfare to make a shitty teacher at their school resign.

“Yes.” Why’d he throw both his shoes? He��d have no shoes!

“… Right. Why did you throw this one?”

All these questions!

“I like that one the least,” he shrugs, and it's true, the converse on his right foot has a little bi flag that Steph sewed into it back when they were dating. A throw pillow was the closest thing in reach at the time, so he sewed a little pan flag on it for her (he later did one on the breast pocket of one of her denim jackets).

“You are so freakin’ weird, dude! You throw a shoe at me! Because I work with Robin!”

Uh, yeah, we've already established that.

“How did you even get it off that fast!”

To be Honest, Tim is also surprised at how fast he was able to get his shoe off. One second he’s looking at Superboy the next he’s lobbing a shoe at his thick head.

Instead of saying any of that, Tim channels his inner Janet Drake, sticking his nose into the air and scoffing like Kon is the literal gum stuck on the sole of his shoe.

Kon, - because he’s no longer Superboy, he’s too fired up to hold onto the mask - shakes his head. It’s mocking, when he says, “You must be really shitty at throwing a punch if you had to resort to throwing shoes.”

Tim shrugs, “Well, I woulda thrown a fist, but you’re not worth a fist.”

Kon is silent and doing an amazing impression of a blobfish.

Tim turns and struts away before Kon has the chance to come up with a rebuttal, or just decides to punch him in the face.

He’ll grab his shoe later, after Kon leaves.

The basted incinerated his shoe.

[erinwantstowrite]

i get a lot of asks about what fic recs i have and i am in fact compiling a list (i discovered most of them from alighterwood) but right now my favorite fic that i have been following is The Buzzard by FlightL3ss_Bird1029 on ao3 and it needs its own post specifically because i am that in love with it

it's an au where Tim doesn't become Robin and instead, Steph takes up the mantle. It has a prologue called Fledge that had me hooked from the beginning.

Fledge's description:

"When Jason Todd died, Tim took it upon himself to find a way to save Batman from his dark spiral of violence. Maybe if things had gone differently Tim would have offered himself up to take the Robin mantle and work alongside his hero. Unfortunately, Tim was too busy running his parents' company after the untimely death of his mother. But he knew how to be useful, and other opportunities presented themselves for him to do just that. He felt a little bad about helping to kidnap Damian, but decidedly less bad about helping Steph become a hero. He just hoped that his use wouldn't run out before getting to help his Robin."

The Buzzard's description:

"After a difficult year (for many reasons) Tim goes back to Gotham to help Jason Todd reconnect with his family. Whether Jason wanted that or not, well, Tim had time to wear him down. Between the tutelage of Deathstroke and Lady Shiva, he was well equipped to handle himself as Jason's equal and hit Gotham's vigilante scene as the Buzzard. His parents were dead and the lonely cavity in his chest kept growing every day, but it didn't matter. Tim's mission could and would succeed despite his personal feelings and failures. He was fine and he had a job to do."

Everyone is so well written in this and I think about it constantly. The Buzzard currently has 10 chapters, 103,528 words. I don't usually rec fics until they've finished but this one is always on my mind, so I had to

[gothamite-rambler]

Cassie: Tim, why do you guys always wear your eye masks? Like when we're chilling you guys keep on some variation of that or sunglasses. You have to try and look cool all the time?

Tim (nonchalant): There's a simple answer to that: We've secluded into our happy places. Deep in our mind to escape the horrors of reality... It helps because our thousand yard stares are... Terrifying.

Cassie (surprised and concerned): Oh... Um, you all do this?

Tim chuckled, nodding. He and the rest of the family had long grown used to that and it helped with them suppressing their more violent urges to the deep recesses of their minds. A lot of murdering people they hate.

Tim: Dick does it a lot. He's good at it.

Cassie looked at Konnor who only nodded due to being used to them doing that for longer than anyone else.

Cassie (putting the men): You're... Wow that is freaking sad.

Tim: It's therapeutic ... trust me on this.

Konnor: You're aware you're all disassociating? That's all that is... Tim?

Tim had already checked out as he stared at his legs.

Cassie (poking the man on the side of his head): He can just activate it? You know what, he's not violent like he was when his mom died. I'll take it. Should we wake him up at least?

Tim (staring at his legs): I can still hear you, I can be half listening during this stage.

Konnor (concerned): Is therapy not a thing in Gotham?

[vivalafxxku]

Checklist 1, 2, 3— Wait how many kids do I have?

Bruce getting tired of adoption and puts himself on a ban. Unfortunately, his kids just do the adopting for him and Bruce can't figure out if these kids are new or not.

He is sleep-deprived when a figure runs past him in the manor and goes through a checklist:

Dark hair, not Stephanie

Not dark-skinned, not Duke

No white streak, not Jason

Tim doesn't run in the hall unless it's life or death so not him

Too tall to be Damian

Dick is in Blüdhaven

Conclusion: Cass.

Bruce would then nod to himself, throwing a "don't run in the hall!" over his shoulder and move on to his destination. Only to freeze because he has a hard enough time detecting Cass on a good day, so how did he see her on -56 hours of sleep?

"Sorry!"

That...

That wasn't his daughter's voice.

He blinks a few times, not moving from his spot while he re-catalogues his observation.

Dark hair, not Stephanie

Not dark-skinned, not Duke

No white streak, not Jason

Tim doesn't run in the hall unless it's life or death so not him

Too tall to be Damian

Dick is in Blüdhaven

The figure and voice was... masculine??? So it wasn't Cass

There was also leather, but he already discounted Jason

Who was he missing?

It isn't until he hears an infuriated yell and the sharpie-doodled face of his third son dashing through the hall that he determines that the figure is not one of his at all.

It was one of Clark's, Conner Kent.

Bruce sees Billy for the first time and mistakes him for Jason even though Jason is 21 because Billy looks exactly like Jason did as a kid complete with the small stature, ratty shoes, ripped baggy jeans and dirty red hoodie.

The kids proceed to gaslight him like "Really, B? You already forgot that's Billy?"

And that's not even counting his most mortifying moment where Clark Kent was invited into the manor one early morning and was waiting patiently on the couch in the living room. All Bruce saw was black hair and assumed it was one of his kids even though the only ones close to that build would be Jason (who wasn't coming over to the manor until much later) or Bruce himself. He reached over and ruffled the head of hair, huffing fondly "What are you doing up so early, hm? Pretty sure we have the day off, sweetheart, go back to bed."

The bat and super mutually agree to never speak about it. Yet, the family finds out anyway. (Bruce has no doubt Alfred was the one to tattle)

This amuses his kids to no end and they begin smuggling fellow heroes and friends alike to see how many they can trick Bruce into thinking they were one of his.

(it really only becomes a problem when they put Lian Harper at the dining table one breakfast and Bruce doesn't even blink before scooping her up and cooing "Good morning my darling" as if she's been his since day 1 which wasn't the problem. The problem was trying to get Lian back to return to Roy. They don't involve babies in their plans after that.)

[mamawasatesttube]

my toxic trait is that every time i have a fic idea that doesn't involve kon, my brain immediately goes "but wouldn't it be even better if kon was there??" and i mean it's right. every time. thus is the curse of having a favorite character

[adripakoffee]

They don't really think about Alfred's aging. Well, it's impossible to miss, but they all push it to the back of their minds. Of course, Alfred doesn't remind them. It's his job as a butler (and as a grandfather) to make sure the Waynes are comfortable and happy. So he doesn't tell them when he gets a hearing aid. And they don't notice at first, or rather most of them don't.

Tim and Bruce, in their ever-paranoid states, at first think Alfred is either wearing a wire or forgot to take off his comm. When they realize it's a hearing aid they don't say anything but they do start treating him with more care. They usually stay to the side of his bad ear when out in public, just in case he misses something from that direction that they could intercept. Tim starts allocating a lot of funds in WE to research into hearing loss and accessibility for the hard of hearing. Bruce almost cries (internally of course) whenever Alfred misses something he says. He doesn't want to think about it.

Duke and Cass notice next. Duke treats him a little differently. He wasn't 100% comfortable with having a butler in the first place, but now he doesn't let Alfred do anything for him. Apart from cooking. He'll always let Alfred cook. Cass doesn't treat him any differently. He still acts as if he's as capable as he's ever been because he is. Alfred could still snipe you with a rifle from half a city away if he needed so she doesn't worry.

Damian notices next and tells himself he simply doesn't care. His grandfather is at least a few hundred years older than Alfred and much more capable. Sure, he's also dipping himself in the Lazurus pit as his daily bath, but Alfred can handle himself without that boost. He pretends it doesn't bother him when Alfred needs him to repeat something. And how he looks at their family with a bit too much nostalgia. He pretends it doesn't bother him when Alfred talks about things as if he'll be gone someday. He won't be.

Dick and Jason notice last and freak out. Because oh my God, oh my God, Alfred's actually getting old. Dick spends more time at the manor and tries to spend as much time with Alfred as possible. He coodinates family outings with Alfred and makes sure everyone attends. He invites Selina half the time too, because God forbid Alfred gets too old without seeing Bruce in a happy stable relationship. Jason goes to the cave every time he gets injured, even if it's something minor just so Alfred can fix him up. He pretends like he needs Alfred more than ever and will stick next to him for about a week before thinking he's being a bother and dissapearing for a while. Then he comes back and does it again.

[cheriekos]

Unfortunately for all of you I’ve been reading YJ98 while I’ve been away!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here’s some panel selections from book one YAHOOOOOOOO

first of all….oh this art style. Oh this art style. 

love how one panel kon is serving and the next he’s just shapes (also: “we are gonna get so spanked!” LMAO???)

Don’t mind me!!!!!! I’m just gonna cry in the corner hahahahahaha!!!!!!!

*nails scratching down the wall, screaming and crying into my pillow*

I’m sorry this is the funniest Red Tornado has ever been

90% of YJ98 is bad nicknames and everyone insulting each other 

Bart bullying Kon for yapping about his TTK

Kon!!!!! My beloved!!!!!

Cissie was so real for this I would also nearly vomit after chewing out the justice league (also!!! Them bonding!!! <3333333)

i need more physical humor with robin’s cape

NIGHTWING JUMPSCARE (AND IT MADE ME CRY)

“In denial.” “Big time.” “Ohhh yeah.”

THE GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*roblox oof sound*