#tim and cassie can't have nice things

[covertblizzard]

jaykyle au where they're theatre kids in the same school but they're not the actors jason's the scriptwriter/director and kyle is the prop manager (i don't know the official terms sorry) and they'd probably do an amazing job on the backstage setting if they could stop arguing for 5 whole seconds about their artistic visions and ideas and how "this would obviously work better this way"

[akyonceyar]

Tim: *calls Kon* Kon: *picks up* Rob, I love you, but I can't talk right now. Tim: I just got an alert that the Tower is on lockdown. I'm on my way. Kon: Wait, aren't you at the dentist? Tim: Yeah. I left. It's fine, it's a new hygienist, and to be honest, her scraping technique was a joke. Kon: We have 14 minutes to find a hacker. You're not gonna get back in time. Tim: But everybody else is there, right? I mean, it seems weird to have this big thing happen without me. Kon: We talked about this, Tim. You have an unhealthy fear of missing out on work. You have FOMOW. Tim: This isn't FOMOW. It's not like I'm freaking out or anything. OUT OF MY WAY, YOU OLD B*TCH! THE PLANE IS MINE. *pushes Bruce out of the Batplane* I'll be there in 10 minutes. I love you. Don't find them without me. --later-- Tim: *calls Kon again* Kon: *picks up* Hey, Rob! Tim: Plane was too slow. Decided to walk. It's nice to take a little stroll. Kon: You're clearly running at full speed. Tim: Whatever. How is it going there? Kon: Not great. We still haven't found the hacker. Tim: Oh, super! I mean-- Oh no.. Cassie: Is Tim FOMOWing? Tim: Of course not. Kon: Big time. Okay, I gotta go babe. Tim: Don't you dare hang up on me. I am part of this! Kon: *hangs up anyway*

[mamawasatesttube]

someone sent me an ask about timkon love square au stuff and i, dingus that i am, accidentally deleted it instead of answering 😭 i forgot who sent it BUT hopefully they will see this post. because yes! i think it's very fun if they manage to get into a true ridiculous love square situation between themselves and their hero identities. i have created a chart to illustrate:

the thing that fascinates me about kon and secret identities is that while tim is great at compartmentalizing and separating "tim drake" from "robin" or "red robin" (to a frankly kind of concerning degree? tim are you fucking good?), kon is... not. conner kent comes later, after kon-el. he's a hero first, and only starts to learn how to be a regular person after that. this is in direct contrast to tim, who is by all counts a mostly normal kid before he becomes robin, and has to learn to be a hero.

for kon, secret identities are therefore tied directly to trust. he doesn't have a secret to protect for a long time! and when he finds out that superman does have a secret identity, it kinda blows him away. he's shocked that superman isn't just superman all the time. before he even learns that, he expresses that it's nice in smallville, that it must be nice to have a place to "fall off the map" (superman '87 #155). when he does learn superman's identity, he's upset that superman never told him, not because he feels like he's entitled to that information but because he feels like he's failed to be someone superman would trust with it (superboy '84 #70). to me, that feeling is the crux of why he's so upset about tim not sharing his identity in yj98: everyone else in the group has deemed him worthy, like cissie and cassie and bart. so what has he done to tim, that tim won't tell him or any of them? (and like, he's 15-16, he's not grasping the whole picture, sure. but it's not just coming from a place of entitlement, is my point. it's about trust and feeling unvalued.)

BUT in an au where the supers are more closed off from the rest of the world or something, where literally anyone but karl kesel got to control kon's narrative, kon would have a secret identity earlier on, because he'd end up at the kents' way sooner, etc. so suddenly he has to grapple with a whole new set of feelings: that superman has trusted him with his biggest secret, and brought him into the family as part of it, and he can't let superman down. so he has to learn to make those distinctions, to accept that people can trust him and he can trust them and that's why they don't share their identities with each other until circumstances dictate it's actually a good time.

so. let's say tim somehow ends up in smallville for a bit, has absolutely NO idea that the superfam even have secret identities, and kon's going aaaa!!! aaaaaa!!! why is red robin here!!!! ma whatever you do DON'T look at him!!!! and meanwhile tim's going oh god i think i'm bisexual but i didn't know that that means i might like TWO boys?!?!? oh god. oh fuck. (he may be stupid.)

[sanguineterrain]

could I request a fic with insomniac!reader and tim? i love your writing im excited to see how you make his character your own! <3

thanks for the request! first time writing tim... kinda nervous like I'm on a first date 🫣 hope you like! this one isn't as mushy gushy as my usual fics (jason) so yeah. also my knowledge of yj is purely through fic 🤙

tim drake x gn!reader. tw insomnia, tim being so awkward but maybe... there are feelings... who can say. tim's character is so interesting to me (probably because I identify with him the most lmao).

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It's really, really nice of the team to let you stay over tonight. Like, really nice.

You haven't even done much. You're pretty much a nobody in the superhero world, not even a D-list hero. Certainly not anybody that should be hanging out with the likes of Wonder Girl and Superboy and, God, Tim freakin' Drake.

Kon was just overly generous in his cool, brash way, herding you into a spare room after last night's battle. After tonight, you'll politely break away from the team to give them some reprieve. It didn't escape your notice that they didn't hang out last night like they usually do.

You've been awake for an hour now, listening for sounds of life in the corridor. If you were home, you'd already be on the couch watching crappy TV. But you really don't want to run into anyone here.

Maybe you have some chamomile tea leftover from the last time you stayed over. You hadn't stayed the whole night, slipping away without interference as most of the team had gone to their own homes.

You get up, stretching and popping joints. It's always a little cold in the Tower, and it wakes you up as you walk to the kitchen first. You're as quiet as you can be in heating the water and finding the tea.

You take your mug and head to the den. As you enter, you freeze.

Tim turns his head from his place on the couch. The blue light from the TV makes him paler, and his eyes bluer. Sometimes, he looks so much like Bruce Wayne, it startles you.

"Oh," you say, unsure what else to say. Your brain is tired and fried. "I... was just looking for my watch."

That's definitely your dumbest lie. You don't have a watch. Tim sure as fuck knows that.

His eyes flick to your wrist, as if reminding you both how stupid your lie is, then to your mug. He mutes the TV.

You stay where you are. Tim stands, obviously shouldering his own bout of insomnia.

"It's... you can come in," he says, just as awkward as you.

That's comforting. Tim's usually so suave, the few times you've interacted. He's all Gotham Heights, his upbringing never quite sloughing off no matter how many times he's probably tried to blend in and not be so... private school.

"I was just going to bed," he says quickly.

"No, you weren't," you say. You don't mean for it to come out so shrewd. Tim looks a little startled.

"I mean, you don't need to go," you add. "I'll take this to my room. It's fine. Sorry."

"No, I've been here too long anyway. I should work on my case."

Here's the thing. It's not that Tim avoids you because in order to do that, you'd have to see him more than three times a year.

But there's a distance. You've tried not to take it personally, tried to chalk it up to the fact that you're introverted and Kon and Bart are Kon and Bart, and Cassie's too straightforward to beat around the bush, and you've somehow won her over, which is nice.

And Tim is just... cautious. Paranoid.

Those are understatements, and you can't imagine the psychological damage caused by being raised by Batman, but, well, you've seen the previous and current Robins, so you can hazard a guess.

Anyway, Tim kind of acts like an unsocialized cat with you. You once mentioned it to Kon, in nicer words, but he dismissed you, saying, "Whaddya mean? Rob likes you!" Which had assuaged nothing, but whatever.

"I won't be here long," you say, as a last-ditch effort to not make it feel like you're kicking Tim out of his own space. "I just, uh, couldn't sleep."

He watches you in that freaky Bat way, like he's trying to determine if you're a threat or not. Jesus.

"It's hard for me to sleep after a battle," you add, trying to show your belly. That's how it feels, being around Tim Drake. Like you always need to be vulnerable first. Like you're in a battle of wills you didn't know you entered.

He doesn't sit down, but he does say, "Me too."

You nod and drink your cooling tea. "There's more tea in the kitchen if you want. Chamomile."

"I'm... good. Thanks."

You edge over to the armchair diagonal to the couch and sit.

"You can work in here," you say. "Unless, uh, it's too distracting. I'll keep the TV muted."

His laptop is on the other side of the couch. Tim is still, only his eyes moving from you to the laptop.

"I don't wanna push you out," you say.

"It's really fine," he replies immediately.

It's so not fine. This isn't boding well for your insomnia. You're definitely going to be agonizing over this interaction all week.

"I won't bother you," you say.

"I didn't say you would."

Then what's the problem?

Slowly, Tim returns to the couch. You look away, so it doesn't seem like you're watching his every move (you are), nor is Tim clocking your every move (he is).

He settles on the couch and opens his laptop. You drink and try to figure out what's playing on TV. It looks to be a rerun of Columbo. You smile.

"You like Columbo?"

Tim looks spooked that you're still talking to him, but he answers. "Yeah."

"Me too."

You watch Columbo silently look for clues. Tim types, fingers flying over the keyboard. Then his fingers pause.

"I used to watch it with Dick," he says. "When I first became Robin."

You nod, giving him your full attention. "Yeah? He seems like the type."

"He does a pretty good impression of him. He likes detective shows."

"You don't?" you ask.

Tim shrugs. "They're fine. I guess I just hate how predictable they can be."

"Of course the boy genius would say that," you say, smirking.

Instantly, Tim's face turns to stone. He hums, looking back at his laptop. You blink. What happened?

"Sorry. That was a joke," you say.

"I know," Tim says, any trace of warmth gone.

You're startled by the shift. "I don't—I wasn't making fun of you. I mean, you are smart. Really smart."

Tim carefully looks at you. "...Thanks."

You nod clumsily. You should've just stayed in bed.

It's quiet for a long time. You're trying to muster up the confidence to escape to your room when Tim speaks again.

"People have said stuff like that to be facetious. I... reacted without reading your tone."

It's not an apology, but it's probably the closest thing you'll get.

"It's okay," you say.

Tim nods. His shoulders aren't so tense, though his posture is atrocious when he's off-duty.

He gets up and gives you the remote. You take it, smile small. Tim retreats.

"You can unmute it if you want. I don't mind."

So you do, and you and Tim spend the next hour half-watching Columbo and half-watching each other. Eventually, your tea finishes, and the episode ends, so you get up.

"I think I'll try and sleep," you say.

Tim nods. "Good luck."

You hum. "Thanks. Good luck with the case."

"Yeah. Thanks."

You wash the mug and leave it on the dish rack. Then you escape back to your room. You really do feel like you could sleep again. Maybe Columbo reruns are the magic ingredient to a good night's sleep.

[thelibrarian1895]

Passive Aggressive Revenge

So there are elevators in the Watchtower, right?

If there weren't, there are now.

Normally a ride in an elevator in the watchtower is silent and quick, which is nice since no one wants to be in an elevator longer than necessary.

On occasion however, someone in the justice league may have caused offense to another member or even another member's apprentice/sidekick/mentee/family.

If that is the case, the Bats have control of Watchtower systems and often perform minor maintenance. Yes Cyborg often takes on the bulk of the work but he can't keep out the Bats and at this point he's not going to try.

So let's say that Nightwing had a shift at the watchtower. Nightwing brought a lunch that Alfred packed for him. Nightwing did make the rookie mistake of not labelling his food but in his defense it has been a long day and his siblings are all either polite enough not to eat someone else's packed food or Dick has acquired a taste for some condiment that he slathers on ALL of his foods which the siblings who would steal his leftovers absolutely abhor so he doesn't need to label anything.

(One of my sibs and I have almost identical taste in food, we will each one another's leftovers without asking. However sib has deliberately cultivated a taste for a sauce that I hate and they'll put it on food they don't want me to touch. It is easier and tastier, for them, than finding a sharpie)

Nightwing's lunch gets stolen at the watchtower.

Nightwing is not happy. Nightwing checks the security cameras.

Suddenly when a certain member of the league goes onto the elevator, the elevator is a touch slower and, more importantly, there is elevator music.

Really, really, really annoying elevator music.

Things stop and go back to normal when the culprit treats Nightwing to lunch as an apology.

Post Brucequest, Tim eventually gets back on an even keel and is in a position to enjoy petty revenge. At that point, the only times the elevators on the Watchtower work as normal is when either Batman is in them or when Bart or Kon is in the elevator. Cassie catches on quick, apologizes, and the immunity to elevator torture is extended to her as well.

Some of the rest of the league may get in on it as well and bribe the bats into playing certain songs or slowing the elevator down even further when a certain other member of the league is in them.

[brucewaynehater101]

Hear me out for mixing Emperor Tim and Spider Tim. Spider Tim does not want any of the Bats to know about his spider form, but Young Justice knows all about it. It started because Greta asked him about the magic she could sense in him and Tim telling them that he had some "thread based magic" and took a few strands of his silk to wrap around Cassie. She had to genuinely try to break out of just 5 loops of this hair thin thread. They ask him why he doesn't use this all the time and Tim simply shrugs, "I can't make a lot of it. The older I get, the more I'll be able to make bur for now? I'm stuck with only a few dozen yards a day." This isn't quite true. He can currently make about 50 yards but it will grow with time.

Months later, they run into a magician who casts an anti magic barrier around them, canceling out Tim's Glamor and he immediately transforms into his spider form. He looks back at himself and then yells, "you rat fucking bastard! Do you have any idea how rude it is to out people as non human who aren't ready to come out yet?! I'm gunna fucking *eat* you!" To which, he does. They do a Q&A as Tim devours his meal in the saftey of Bart's space ship. Tim tells them about how dangerous poachers are to him and why, how his mom is the best ever and what normal spider demon parents do, why he's actually eating the guy, and when someone asks about his civilian ID, Tim says, "I still can't tell you but bow you've seen why. You know what I am. I just told you how much of a problem poachers are. If word gets out that I'm a Spider Demon and one of you guys slip up with my civilian name, it's not just me at stake. It's my mom and her siblings and my cousins and my siblings who I've never met. Our families don't meet up because of how dangerous the poachers are,how they could and would decimate our entire population at the drop of a hat. You think they don't use truth spells on us to try and pry who our family members are out of us? You think they won't use those same spells on you guys to force you to tell them who I am so that they can hunt down and exterminate my family? I can't risk that, even if I trust you guys with this form. But... I can tell you guys that you can call me Tim." Having such a good explanation for why he cant tell them beyond "Batman said I can't" should let up a ton of tension in the future and make when he does eventually tell them all the sweeter.

Tim decides that when he's visiting his planets, he doesn't have to worry about Earth Based Poachers so he uses his spider form. He has to admit that it feels *really* nice to stretch out his limbs for so long and also climb up and down walls. Plus! None of these people know to fear spiders! He doesn't have to worry about looks of disguste or hatred simply for what he is! His citizens still think he's adorable and sweet and small.

His spider form does *not* help with the problems with the GLC because the moment the humans see a picture of him, they are all reeling back. John will never admit that he has a phobia of spiders. Kyle freely says, "it looks like it's a spider demon. There was rumors of one running around back on Earth for a while. I never saw it but if it is, then it's extremely dangerous." And Hal pipes up, "I saw it once and that is definitely the spider demon that was running around. I didn't get to see it for very long, but I was hunting down a magician and saw it fighting that thing. It was horrifying, that thing chopped the guy up with its front, scythe like legs and after it killed the magician, it ate them! And then it vanished. But how did it get into space and become the leader of this empire?"

Hal did see Tim do that. What he didn't see is that fact that the magician was a poacher who was planning to also go after the other Bats thinking that they were definitely creatures too. Of course Tim wouldn't allow his family to be hunted like that by someone who would tell them his greatest secret. So he made sure they couldn't and had a nice snack in the process.

Tim deserves to snack on that magician. That was rude af of them to do that to him (although I doubt they cared and they can't care now that they are dead). Do magicians taste differently? Like static or something?

I'm also curious about how YJ treats Tim's OG form. I bet he oscillates between severely unbothered (it's who he is, why should he care?) to being self conscious (Bats and others have expressed their dislike of spiders and his form could cause him to be taken out by a poacher). He just flips between these two depending on various variables.

I'm also curious about Tim killing and the No Killing Rule. How will Bruce react to this?

I do like the addition you did for GLs. I wonder if they try to reach out to John Constantine about the spider demon taking over the universe. I love Tim and Constantine interactions, ngl

[puddingcatbeans]

timkon; kon has a peculiar cuddling habit.

It takes Tim two months to notice. It's not his fault though—his team has always been very tactile, and they've made it their ongoing mission to cure Tim of his touch starvation. Kon is probably next on the list for touch-starved-ness, but he takes to cuddling like it's a challenge, and everyone knows how much Kon likes winning challenges.

So it's not unusual for Tim and Kon to be seen sitting practically on top of each other when they're hanging out at the Tower, at the farm, in Tim's apartment. Bart has started calling them "TimKon" for their buy-one-get-one package deal, and Cassie is still gloating about winning the betting pool for when they'd finally get together. Their lives are filled with violence and crises and teenage angst, they should get some points for choosing cuddling a coping mechanism instead of the myriad other methods their peers and mentors have chosen (cough Bruce and his adoption addiction cough).

And the thing is, Kon is very comfortable, okay? His very defined muscles make for a very nice pillow. And he gives the best hugs, probably only second to Dick's patented Big Bro Hugs™. So Tim maybe falls into a trance every time they fall into each other. It's not his fault.

But eventually, he starts to notice it.

It's subtle, really; innocent, as much as their relationship goes. Neither of them are super interested in sex. They've fooled around a few times before, because, well, teenage hormones. And it's nice, but they both agree that they much prefer falling asleep together more than sleeping together. So Tim knows it's not that. But once he starts noticing, he can't un-notice.

When they're sitting together on the couch, each doing their own thing: Kon catching up on the latest tv serial Gar's got him hooked on, one around slung around Tim's waist, and Tim tapping away at his tablet, most of his weight against his boyfriend. Said boyfriend's hand would slip under the hem of Tim's shirt, and then his thumb would absentmindedly be stroking back and forth along the skin just above Tim's hipbone.

When they're napping together after a long debriefing session, on their sides with Tim as the little spoon: Kon, plastered to Tim's back, would worm a hand under his sleep shirt and press his palm against the flat of Tim's belly. Not moving, not doing anything but holding him there.

When they're all piled up on the sofa for movie nights with the team, Tim sitting in the V of Kon's legs: Kon would hook his chin over Tim's shoulder, and his hand would dip under the collar of Tim's borrowed hoodie, and just stay there. His calloused fingers lingering on Tim's bare shoulder, thumb resting against Tim's collarbone.

Tim could chalk it up to just Kon seeking physical affection, or maybe this is just one of the quirks of being Kon's significant other. He doesn't mind, not really—how can he, when he feels so wanted? But he can't help but be curious.

They're in Kon's room, the soft murmur of the Kents downstairs and the early evening autumn breeze floating in through the open window. Kon has his back against the headboard, with Tim sitting in his lap. Tim is half-asleep, lulled by the rhythmic movement of Kon's hand on his back, under his shirt.

"Why do you do that?" Tim mumbles into Kon's shirt.

"Do what?"

Tim shrugs his shoulders—or tries to. He ends up just kind of wiggling in place. "That," he says. "Your hands. Whenever we cuddle, you always go under my clothes."

Kon stiffens, his hand freezing on Tim's shoulder blade. "Do you not like it? Sorry, I should've asked—"

"No, no." Tim shakes his head, shoving his forehead against Kon's neck. "It's, um. It's nice. I like it. I'm just wondering."

He feels more than hears Kon's sigh of relief. The hand at his back resumes its sweeping motions. Kon's chin lands on Tim's head, nuzzling a little. "It's not... There's no particular reason," Kon says. "You know how I run a little colder because I'm half-Kryptonian? Well, your natural body heat feels really good. Like, reassuring. I don't know. Lights up my dopamine centers or something?"

Tim pulls back. "Are you saying I'm your Tim-shaped hot water bottle?"

Kon blinks at him. Then a grin spreads across his face. "And you're just the perfect size, too!"

Huffing Tim pinches Kon. It probably doesn't even tickle, but Kon pretends to dodge, anyway. He's sweet like that. Tim leans forwards to bury his face into the crook of Kon's neck again. He tugs at Kon's shirt until he can worm his own arms under and slide his palms up Kon's skin.

Kon makes a soft sound. He curls around Tim, squeezing him gently. They stay like that, tangled together, breaths and heartbeats in sync, until Ma eventually calls them down for dinner.

[sliipppy]

Self Indulgent Young Justice/Teen Titans 2003 Relationship and Sexuality Headcanons

Cassie and Kon convince themselves they like each other in Young Justice because they're both gay and closeted. They do love each other, but not romantically. They confuse that for attraction. Plus, I think Cassie is a lesbian stereotype, and Kon is like a gay man stereotype, so it makes sense that the two would go for each other. When they finally get together, they don't kiss because they tell their friends its cause "they both wanna take things slow". Sometimes they'll hold hands (scandalous)

Meanwhile, Cassie is like madly in love with Cissie but doesn't realize it because that's just how best friends are. Plus, she has the whole 'crush on Kon' thing going. I know everyone and their mom loves TimKon, and don't get me wrong, so do I! But in Young Justice, Tim and Kon are constantly butting heads. I don't think Kon starts liking Tim like that until the end of young justice, and he starts to like REALLY like him during Teen Titans.

Cissie and Anita kissed once at a sleepover but never told anyone. Young Justice for Cissie is like a crush fest. She's a bisexual icon, and she's had a crush on every single member of the team at some point (but her most serious ones were Cassie and Anita). She kissed Tim on the cheek in that one panel. She had a crush on Kon in the beginning, and I like to think she had a small crush in Bart but got over it pretty fast, because I've always saw Bart and Cissie as like brother and sister kinda lol (I always think of the panel where she comforts him about Max during the intergalactic baseball arc.)

Cissie can't decide whether she likes Anita or Cassie more and she also can't really come to terms with the fact that she might like girls.

Anita was basically always solid in the fact that she's bisexual. While the kiss with Cissie definitely awakened something in Cissie, Anita was like, "That was nice, but I think we're better as friends." She dates Slobo but doesn't really like him like him, but she thinks he's endearing, so the two are just a generic silly freshman year couple. Yeah, they won't last, but it's cute while it lasts, and they'll be friends when it ends. Anita's dad is super chill and had some "if you're gay I'll till love you the same." talk with her after he saw her concerning obsession with Diana Ross.

Greta hated Stephanie at first because she had a one-sided crush on Tim and was jealous of Stephanie because of it, but she gets over it and develops a crush on Stephanie. (This is canon, trust me. This is my craziest pair, I think, but trust me on one-sided GretaSteph)

Teen Titans era – later teens, Cassie and Kon are on and off dating. Kon and Tim start to get closer. They like eachother. It's so obvious to everyone else. Kory and Donna think it's cute. Cassie meanwhile, still madly in love with Cissie, beings her toxic doomed yuri arc with Rose Wilson. Rose is her official gay awakening. Her and Rose have the most tragic situationship of all time for like a year.

Okay skip forward to the sadness. Kon dies, leaving Cassie and Tim more confused and sad then ever. Cassie loved Kon, really loved Kon, but not in that way, which makes her feel even more guilty about his death because she felt that she was lying to him while he was alive and she still didn't understand her feelings. Tim on the other hand is going FUCKING crazy. He just lost Steph, then his dad, and now Kon and he's not understand ANYTHINGGG!!! Bro tries to clone Kon and when Cassies like "bro what the hell are you doing?!" It causes like this falling out between the two despite the fact that Cassie and Tim were literally bestie because they both loved Kon so much in such different ways and had all this pent up confusion...and then we get to the infamous panel where they make out while crying. In their shared grief and confusion in their own emotions they kiss. It's weird and both of them literally hate it because they literally are like siblings to eachother also she's a lesbian and Tim just lost like 3 of his actual lovers in the span of a year (Steph, Darla, and Kon) so it was weird and fucked up but they were weird and fucked up.

Skip forward, and Kon comes back to life. Everything's happy! Yay! Kon and Cassie have a heart-to-heart and breakup because they're both gay. Cassie asks Cissie out. Tim comes out as bi and dates Bernard. Kon is like, "omg I have a chance," but it is also sad because like Tim has a boyfriend that isn't him. Stephanie is like "no bro he totally likes you" Eventually, they break up. Idk why bro. (I'm not really a Bernard fan, sorry, remember the self-indulgent in the title?) and Steph convinces Kon to ask him out (I love thar after Urban Legends Stephanie and Kon are like, best friends) and BOOM timkon. Everyone is happy. Happily ever after.

And rip Greta and Anita, we haven't seen you in forever miss you queens 🙏🙏🙏

[suzukiblu]

Desperate

Context: YJ is polyam and having an orgy, weird Kryptonian biology has made Kon temporarily cisswap, and Tim still thinks he's straight.

Cut for the kinky stuff.

"Wanna just do me raw?" Kon offers. "I can't actually get pregnant 'til I get through a full cycle and turns out I kinda dig it messy."

"Oh my god, why are you like this," Robin says despairingly, but also immediately does abandon the unopened condom and shove his dick in raw.

Score, Kon thinks smugly as he just as immediately locks his ankles behind the other's back. No fucking escape, as far as he's concerned.

Robin, hilariously enough, tries to start slow. Kon squeezes his legs around him and resists the urge to laugh at him over it. He'd think Cassie at least would've provided enough heads up for the total lack of need for the guy to do that with him.

"C'mon, man, put your back into it," Kon encourages, already rolling his hips up greedily. "This pussy's invulnerable, you know, you're not gonna break it."

"Oh my god," Robin says again, and then also says several real creative swear words, and then he very much does put his back into it.

Again: score.

"Fuuuuuck yeah, that's a good boy wonder," Kon pants breathlessly, wrapping his arms around Robin's neck and pulling him down closer to grin up at wickedly. Robin is back to staring at him. Kon has absolutely no complaints about that fact. "C'mon, baby, told you this pussy was just for you, didn't I? Is it tight? Do you like it? Wanna gimme a good reason to keep it around long enough that we might need that condom after all?"

"Oh my god," Robin chokes out one more time before immediately proceeding to fuck him what Kon is pretty sure is just about as hard as an unenhanced human actually could fuck him.

Flatterer.

"Ohhhhh," he moans, rolling his own hips up faster and tightening his grip on him–every part of his grip on him, cunt included. "Okay, yeah, that's a pretty good reason. Aw fuck, yeah, want a hot new girlfriend for a while, buddy? 'Cuz if you can make me come hard enough I'd be down for that."

Oh, wait, this is as hard as an unenhanced human could fuck him.

Nice, Kon thinks feelingly, and grins sharper up at Robin.

"Definitely be down for that, if you'd always dick me down this good," he purrs approvingly, digging his heels into the other's ass and biting his lip over an especially rough thrust. "Yeah, yeah, c'mon, straight boy, this is what you like, right, I got it just for you."

"Kon," Robin moans as he comes, and also a few more swear words, and also just some absolutely incoherent things that are probably not words at all. Kon basks in victory, and also in the way that the guy very literally just fucking collapses on him and goes face-first into his tits.

"There we go," he croons, stroking a hand up Robin's shuddering spine. His weight is literally nothing, given that Kon is capable of lifting full-size construction equipment one-handed without breaking a sweat, but it feels nice all the same. "Good job, man."

"Kon, don't fucking spoil the boys, Jesus," Cissie huffs, rolling her eyes. "Or–the other boys, whatever. Did he even get you off yet?"

"Naw, but it still felt real good and I know Rob always gets the job done either way," Kon replies breezily. Robin groans into his tits. "Mmm, so how long do I have to wait for you to get it up again, baby? Or did Cassie and I already milk you dry?"

"Fuck you," Robin mutters.

"Yeah, I would very much like you to, in fact," Kon says with a snicker, moving on to petting his hair.

"Let Bart go a couple rounds," Robin says. "Or Slobo."

"If I get Slobo in my cunt again neither of us are getting off each other for very literally the next two hours," Kon says. "Just going by previous experience."

". . . let Bart go a couple rounds," Robin says, although he makes absolutely no effort to get up and make any kind of room for Bart to actually do that. Kon laughs, then just wraps his arms around him and pulls him up his body to tuck his face into his neck. He's still taller than the guy, so it doesn't take too much repositioning to knock Robin's legs apart so he can spread his own underneath them and put his pussy back on offer.

"You heard the man, Imp," he says, sparing Bart a lazy, leering grin and tilting his hips up meaningfully as he does. "Wanna take a ride?"

"Condom?" Bart asks, his expression very alert.

"Naw," Kon replies dismissively, and about point two seconds later Bart's between his thighs and shoving his legs up and his pussy is full of bareback and vibrating dick. Specifically, bareback and vibrating dick that's already thrusting so fast that Kon can barely tell the difference between the feeling of taking it balls deep and the feeling of it dragging its full length inside him. "Fuck yes!"

"Shit!" Robin chokes in surprise, scrabbling at Kon's sides for a second, and he's maybe trying to actually get up now but Kon's kind of already coming his brains out thanks to near-supersonic speed and it is very hard to let go of the grip he has on the guy's ass at the moment. Robin's dick is half-soft between their bodies, all slick and sticky and grinding probably-not-deliberately down into Kon's abs, and he can feel Bart's eager vibrations all the way to his fucking bones.

"Oh, okay," Cassie says faintly, fanning herself with a hand. "That's just happening right now, isn't it."

"Definitely spoiling the other boys," Cissie says, rolling her eyes.

"YES!" Kon howls, slamming his head back and his hips up and trying not to cling onto Robin too tight. Robin's not even the one fucking him right now, obviously, but the position's not quite ideal to reach Bart. "Bart, Bart, holy shit, man!"

"YoufeelsogoodohmygodohmygodKonyou'resowet," Bart blurts out with very obviously reverent delight, the individual words barely understandable and his eyes blown wide as he leans down over the two of them in a blink, which puts him helpfully in grabbing range and lets Kon get an arm around the back of his neck so he can make sure he never goes anywhere else ever the fuck again. Just–never, yeah, as far as Kon's concerned Bart fucking lives here now. "ThanksforthesuperpussyRobingoodjob!"

"Hell!" Robin just barely manages in a strangled voice, and possibly this is actually a slightly weird position to put a straight dude in but Kon can't help noticing that the dick still grinding into his abs is in no way getting any softer. Which, well–considering the way Bart's vibrating them all and the fact that he's also fucking Kon hard enough to move his whole damn body with every thrust, and the fact that Kon is very much encouraging that? That does kind of make sense, really. Like there is very definitely some very serious stimulation going on down there.

So that's promising.

Though seriously, Robin probably feels like he's humping a fucking Sybian right now.

"Oh, hey, you like this too, Rob?" Kon croons breathlessly, squeezing his ass and letting Bart push his legs up a little higher. "Feels good, right? Bart's doing great, isn't he, shit. Such an eager fuck. Should I let him come in me too or do you want exclusive rights to that today?"

"Let him come in you," Robin says into Kon's throat, his voice absolutely ragged.

So like, obviously Bart immediately does.

"Fuuuuuck," Kon purrs appreciatively, dropping his head back again and digging his fingers into Robin's ass and Bart's back. "Thank you, babes, you both feel so good in me."

"Ngh," Robin and Bart both say, both very much staring at him. Kon feels appropriately smug and smirks back.

"Bart," he says coaxingly. "Don't stop, baby. Didn't Rob say you owed me a couple rounds?"

"At least a couple," Robin says. Bart says some stuff too, but there is absolutely no way to parse whatever it is without a Speed Force connection.

And then Bart's super-speed refractory period really steps the fuck up, and Kon gets fucking pounded. Robin buries strangled noises in his throat and grips desperately at his shoulders and Kon comes another couple times, and so does Bart, and Kon also very politely pretends that Robin isn't now undeniably deliberately and desperately humping his abs through all the vibration and grinding. Sybian thing again, he figures. Like . . . very much the Sybian thing.

Very, very much the Sybian thing.

"Rob," Kon hums at him, all heavy and languid with the latest set of aftershocks and digging his fingers into Robin's ass again as Bart fucks him deliciously deeper. "Don't come yet, okay? You know you need to do it inside if you're gonna knock me up."

"Kon," Robin says tightly, his hands clenching at Kon's shoulders. "I–you can't even–"

"But I want it," Kon croons, making a point of clutching up around Bart's cock to make sure the guy knows how much he appreciates his current efforts, because he very much does appreciate them. "Want you to put a baby in me. Get me all fat and happy and give me a cute lil' baby bird to take flying in a few months."

Look, Robin wasn't all that low-key earlier. Kon's just being supportive of his very hot bro's very unsubtle kinks, okay?

Like, obviously.

"Fucking hell," Robin chokes, rutting down hard against Kon's stomach. "I–I –"

"Don't you wanna give me that, Rob?" Kon murmurs against his ear, nuzzling him sweetly. "Don't you think I'd make a good mommy?"

"Kon!" Robin yells into his shoulder as he jerks down against him, and then does the obvious and comes hard all over Kon's stomach. Frankly, Kon's impressed he lasted as long as he did. Like, very much so.

"Fuck, you're hot," he sighs blissfully, rolling his hips up a little harder for Bart and getting rewarded with further very enthusiastic pounding. Kon is also impressed with that.

"You'd be such a good mommy," Robin mumbles against Kon's skin in a slurred voice, which Kon immediately takes as proof of just how hard the guy just got his rocks off. There is no other possible way he'd ever say anything like that while sane and sober. "Wanna see you all fat and happy like that. Wanna see how pretty you'd get. I'd take really good care of you, promise."

Well, the whole thing's not his kink, but Kon can definitely admit the idea has some appeal.

"Mm, yeah?" he hums speculatively, drawing his hand up the small of Robin's back. "Okay, then. Take care of me, Rob."

[fancyfade]

Thinking about One Year Later time skip that comics had and since my first comics I started reading a ton around this era for were Batfam, I generally was pretty neutral-to-positive on it, because I think many batfam comics (Batgirl excepting, getting into that soon) benefited from the OYL time skip or at least were not negatively affected. HOWEVER reading more comics that took place at that time I am getting more negative on it, so anyway here is my breakdown on which titles were benefited by the OYL time skip, were neither benefited nor harmed, and were harmed by the OYL time skip.

Benefited from the OYL time skip:

Nightwing: Look there are no words for how bad nightwing comics were before the time skip. I know they weren't great after the time skip either but Dick was in drastic need of like some status quo reset. He just got sent through whump city and spent a long time failing at everything.

Robin: Similarly tim's comics also sucked before OYL time skip. it was bad. Willingham had that american military fetish group. Sure tim's still edgy and angsty but at least he got out of that. Tim having time to collect himself after mourning was also a good thing.

Teen Titans: there are no words for how bad the start of geoff johns teen titans run is. it's bad. Geoff Johsn doesn't understand the characters, Cassie's main character trait is "girl". Yeah Geoff Johns is still the writer at first but the team switch up allows us to see some new characters.

Neither benefited nor harmed:

Outsiders: I think the idea of outsiders going under cover for a long time is a neat one, however the way winick handles it is not. i'd say they got some benefits in that the comics felt kind of disjointed and chaotic and they got a nice clean reset, but some drawbacks in that no anissa/grace falling in love on screen (just a flashback) and the intro-plotline to bring them back was stupid.

Birds of Prey: I think they end the Infinite crisis plotlines pretty well and start back up with the time skip fine. Just smooth sailing in general. But they also were not in dire need of a reset, so it's not like they needed the time skip.

Harmed by the OYL time skip:

Wonder Woman: Like. I feel like hypothetically ti could've been done OK. But it was not. it just cut Diana's ambassador time short, she had some nice tie-ins but it wasn't worthy it, and the satisfying development Rucka did for the greek gods was completely ignored and forgotten by every single other writer it's so frustrating. Fully convinced they didn't even care about WW1987 when starting WW2006

Aquaman: Sub Diego was just erased in the TIE IN comics for 52 like tie in comics for an event not even the event itself and certainly not the solo title. and then suddenly Aquaman's gone and replaced by another blond guy named Arthur Curry. the plotlines pre infintie crisis also felt pretty rushed to completion. like they clearly got cut off.

Batgirl 2000: IDK if this coutns, because they cancelled her comic (rather than unsatisfying continuation after time skip) but I'm counting it b/c from what I remember they cancelled her comic b/c they were playing around with the idea of having a kate kane batwoman solo and didn't want 2 female lead batman titles at the time, and kate kane came out of 52. however. can't remember the source so don't quote me on it. (also. ofc kate didn't get a solo either they had no female lead batman titles)

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Round 1

Propaganda why Feyre Archeron is insufferable:

"She is Miss Perfect Special Never Does Anything Wrong. Rhys with her is like Gordon Ramsay with children, EXCEPT SHE'S A GROWN ADULT. I didn't hate her tooooo much in books 1-3 (she was barely tolerable), but in the novella, she becomes this housewife First Lady type character who is fine doing paperwork after stating previously that she wants to be doing something more "important", and living in a McMansion. THEN THE FIFTH BOOK STARTS WITH HER HAVING AN "INTERVENTION" FOR HER SISTER, WHICH IS BASICALLY FEYRE TELLING NESTA THAT SHE'S GRIEVING INCORRECTLY. Bitch, who are YOU to tell someone that THEIR grief is making YOUR life uncomfortable?? "Wah wah the social implications" you're the literal queen, no one cares that your sister is embarrassing you.

Imo, Feyre is also the result of a lot of internalized misogyny on the part of the author, bc she has two men in love with her and gets along very well with every other male character that's not "evil", but many of the female characters are antagonistic or unhelpful towards Feyre, seemingly apropos of nothing. It's giving "I'm not like OTHER girls". She also very clearly doesn't want children but then miraculously changes her mind bc apparently female characters can't be fulfilled without children. 🙄

Oh and btw Feyre also manages to get the powers of EVERY fairy court ruler at the end of the first book. I DO NOT use the term "mary sue" lightly, as that label has been used against feminist characters a lot, but Feyre exemplifies the Mary Sue trope."

"SHES SO ANNOYING AND SO SO STUPID AND BY THE END SHE JUST BECOMES A COMPLETE DOORMAT AND LETS RHYS WALK ALL OVER HER tbh im more mad at the author for butchering her but she's still annoying as all hell"

"Thinks she’s the victim of everything. Destroys an entire Court. Forces an intervention on her sister who is grieving differently than Feyre is."

"She's the WORST. She's an asshole to her family but thinks she deserves to be worshipped by them because she hunts or whatever, feels entitled all the time, is ableist to her dad, is fantasy racist and turns from being racist to not being racist in a BLINK, is ridiculously overpowered and treated as oh-so-special by every single other character ... I hate her and I wish she would die. "

Propaganda why Tim Jackson Drake is insufferable:

"he is so generic the only thing distinctive about him is his rich white boy privilege and arrogance and yet the writers go out of their way to frame him as extraordinary and outstanding from every other character he appears beside which is crazy because he is just a less likable version of dick grayson and his character only works when the reader is reminded at every turn that he is a child so all his flaws are supposed to be endearing even when they negatively affect others"

"Other characters (including a murdered child) are bashed to prop Tim up as a good Robin. He's also constantly sexist and classist. He cheats on two women at the same time and is ultra smug"

"oh man. i've had enough of this duckboy (as the protag, he's tolerable in yj and stuff.) like when tim is the protag every character in the story becomes Worse. lady shiva gets nerfed. steph is turned into jealous hormonal catfight girl. helena is dumbified and too womanly to function (they have a nice dynamic as long as tim isn't the protag). cassie and tim were great in yj98, but as soon as he is The Protag then she is his best friend's girlfriend and they're barely friends anymore. cass is turned into a rapist. dick is turned into a lazy mediocre robin. jason turns into fucky wucky dumb brute yaoi stalker boyfriend who is suddenly obsessed with tim's awesome skills. 10 y.o. damian somehow deserves to be put on a hitlist because he's a savage and tim is civilized. Sometimes the story is bogged own with tim's internal or external lectures about their flaws and how they need to be better (better like him), except for dick HMMMM wonder why that is. probbly wouldn't be so bothered if tim wasn't crammed into the spotlight of every crossover in the 90s and early 00s and then so much of dc and the fandom wave it around as the peak era of comicbooks. like im sorry. he is not a relatable protag. like the editors literally told newspapers that he was created for gen x white dudes who blow their money on comics and merch, the info is on wikipedia."

"His definitive writer is a conservative Republican. His series is full of moral PSAs, *dumb* *hormonal* girls getting into catfights over him, and blatant sexism and racism. He gives anti-marijuana speeches to a standing ovation, he lectures about how babies need a father and a mother, and sex is for marriage. Other characters suddenly become stupid around him so that he looks smart. The other characters talk about how he is the best, nicest, smartest Robin ever and ALL the others were dumber and meaner than he is, even the one that mentored him. He as a grown adult man is canonically still bitter about "his" child sidekick role being given to an actual child (fans pretend he is the victim of this on both sides—nope he's the adult fighting a child for the child sidekick role, no adult wanted to replace him). Did I mention that this character is the amazing pure white boy, and his 10-year-old successor is painted as a savage Arab terrorist who needs to be put in his place? T*m is a 5'9"+ adult grown man, not a delicate sensitive baby boy."

"White twink rich boy who always has to be smartest bestest boy even when he is a part of a whole group of smartest bestest ppl (aka bat family as a whole, like he's literally THE Mary sue of a group of Mary sues) at expense of literally everyone else"

[gretahayes]

love ur repair shop au love all ur yj stuff <33 what kind of hero adventures would happen/how often would they happen? idk just any thoughts abt it bc it seems so cute and nice

so I've already mentioned dimension shenanigans, but also supernatural shenanigans?? every now and then obviously there's some major crisis that sends one/all of them back home or like an alien invasion, but mostly it's dimension and supernatural stuff. need these kids to not have Any main nemesis', no jokers or eobards (I would go evil too if my name was fucking EOBARD) or luthors or cheetahs or big giant monsters, nobody dedicating their life to hurt them.

bart's shaken awake at two am by a grumpy tim tromping into the bedroom and saying theres a dimensional rift opening up in their living room. bart deals with it then comes back to see tim's taken his place in the cuddle pile so he wiggles in between cassie and kon (didn't betray him) and wakes all of them up in the process. they get back to sleep eventually but half on top of bart as revenge (it doesn't work, bart likes the pressure) then cassie cracks open an eye to ask, "hey, why were you even up?" and they're back awake again.

they've got to deal with wayward spirits and confused ghosts, plus people who got dragged through the thin spot in space time their shop is based in. bart multitasks by also keeping an eye on it, so wally can't mind his business west has no reason to keep popping in. speedsters are still their most reoccuring visitors because it's a convenient place to dimension hop so bart's learnt to suck it up.

their hero stuff is less big flashy monsters and tech geniuses. its supernatural stuff they have to deal with, and it sent everyone off-kilter a bit because this is Odd yeah but so relieving actually?? nobody waiting to stab them in the back except for the creepy vampire that's been following them all day, and they can deal with that well enough. a huge but needed change of pace.

kon's got the neatest handwriting because bart and tim both scrawl unintelligibly (the consequences of being geniuses whose brains move too fast for their hands), cassie scribbles only barely legibly (why does this girl write like she's always in a hurry?) and kon's handwriting is neat because he cares about how it looks. the others don't really—they can make it look nice, tim especially, but you have to understand; they can't be bothered. so kon tends to do all the writing for everything, and thank god for ttk otherwise he'd have permanent hand cramps.

they have a garden! it took a lot of trial and error, but now they're finally growing more things than they kill (it took several trips to the farm to figure that out—books didn't help much against their non-existent green thumbs. they're not complaining though, they love ma and pa).

of course, they're still called home for big events and all brought together when there's a huge world-ending event or whatever, but their shop and their home are sort of a break from that, y'know? after a long day of saving humanity they shed their armor and collapse in a pile together and know there's nothing that'll hurt them as they are, right then and there. and that's reassuring.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Hair Trigger

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter Five: Image

Clark hesitated a while before knocking on the door. Laney answered the door and turned to go back to cooking dinner without so much as a greeting. "Where's your roommate?" Clark asked as he shut and locked the door behind him.

"She's out of town for the weekend. Where's your stuff?" Laney asked as he washed his hands and checked on the food in the oven.

"It's in the car. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with me staying this weekend?" Clark asked. Laney nodded. "I'm gonna go get my things then, and I'll be right back..."

"Okay... Dad, do you want onion on your burger or no?" Laney asked.

"Onion is fine, thank you," Clark replied as he walked out the door and went back downstairs. He carried his clothes for the weekend in a duffle bag and his air mattress under his arm.

This time, Clark took the elevator instead of the stairs. He opened the door with one hand, and Laney came back over to take the air mattress and set it aside. "How do you like your classes? I remember you said you changed your major," Clark asked.

"I like it... I'm a music therapy major now, by the way," Laney answered as he took the food out of the oven and made Clark's plate. "What're you working on? Anything I should know about?" Laney asked. Clark placed his phone on the counter.

"I interviewed an influencer in Bludhaven," Clark replied, "And we talked about the future of marketing, which used to be your major."

"Yeah? Send me the link when you post it... It sounds interesting," Laney whispered as he poured Clark a glass of milk and poured himself a drink. "Here you go, Dad."

"Thank you," Clark smiled as he bit into his burger. Laney started to eat and took a sip of gin. "You drink?"

"Mhm, not on school nights, though..." Laney replied after taking another sip. "Also, I figured that we would eat before talking about anything serious."

Clark took a sip of his milk. "Oh, no, I wasn't judging you. I was just making an observation," Clark replied, "What's your roommate like?"

"She's a sweet kid. She's a freshman, never lived away from home before, theatre major, and she's a genuinely kind person to be around. It's like having a cool little sister around," Laney answered as he went back to eating, "And don't worry, I'm being nice to her. How're the boys?"

"They're doing good... Chris tries not to show it, but he misses you a lot," Clark confessed, "He won't let anyone move anything on your side of the room."

"I'll talk to him soon," Laney whispered, "I miss him too." They continued to eat in silence for a while, and Laney finished his drink.

"Laney, I can't do this... I just wanna know what happened? I wanna fix things—."

Laney got up and poured himself another glass. "Can I ask you a question first? When you sent me away, why couldn't you just say you loved me back?" Laney asked. He leaned in, tapping his nails on the counter. He took a swig of his second drink.

"Because if I said it, I never would've been able to send you away. All I wanted to do was take it back," Clark whispered, "Lane... What happened?"

"I had no one to hold onto, Dad," Laney started to cry, "And the boys there... They weren't kind to my weakness. I wasn't even there a whole week before they started in on me... And yeah, I probably had it coming to me after all the mean things I'd done in my life, but this was so different." Clark reached for Laney's hand, and Laney recoiled violently. Laney poured a little more gin into his glass. "And my counselor... He was the only one at that school who I could talk to. So, I did, almost every day of those two years... And that's why you couldn't find me on the last day of school..."

"I don't understand," Clark murmured. Laney shook his head.

"No, no... You don't get why that day was so bad for me. I let him take me off-campus. He said he wanted to take me to live with him, and I wanted to go.

We got about an hour away from the school, and we passed by this field, and as much as I wanted to leave with him, I started crying... I told him that I was sorry. He took me back to a restaurant right outside the school and told me to go inside and call the school, and when I got out of the car, he drove off, and I never saw him again," Laney explained as he finished his drink and Clark grabbed the bottle before Laney could pour himself another glass.

"Laney, look at me," Clark pleaded with him, "Laney—."

"It's okay if you hate me for trying to replace you. I want you to be mad at me for it—."

"Why would—?"

"I didn't know what else to do! I lost my best friend, I lost you, and all I wanted was someone to say it back," Laney's voice broke, "I just wanted somebody to care."

He jumped as soon as he felt himself being grabbed and embraced, and Laney couldn't move until he heard his father's voice whispering, "I care... I love you, Laney. I love you, and I'm sorry." Laney wrapped his arms around his father, and as soon as Laney regained his composure, he let go.

"I thought I wanted to be mad..." Laney stepped away from the counter and sat on the couch. He let out a few shaky breaths.

"Can I put the gin away now?" Clark asked innocently, and Laney let out a shaky laugh and nodded.

"You can put it back... So, you're not mad at me? You're not gonna say what I did was crazy and irresponsible and that I could've gotten killed?" Laney asked. Clark pushed up his glasses.

"Laney, I'm just happy that we got you back... Do you remember what you were like when we went to that restaurant to come and pick you up?" Clark asked. Laney shook his head. "You looked like you hadn't slept in days. You were shaky, out of it... You kept telling us you'd give anything just to go home and go to bed. You wouldn't say anything else. You slept on the couch in the living room for weeks."

"It took everything in me not to punch Conner in the face for saying I was scared to sleep in my own bed," Laney chuckled.

"I'm glad that you didn't do that," Clark smiled, and he got up to wash his hands, "You're so much like your mother."

"Stubborn?" Laney asked.

"Driven," Clark replied. Laney went to wash his hands in the bathroom, and he dried his hands on the towel.

Laney turned on the tv, and Clark washed the dishes. "Dad, you don't have to—."

"But I'd like to just this once," Clark interrupted. Laney nodded. Clark's phone rang. "That's your mom."

Laney put the phone on speaker. "Hi, Mom..." Laney answered.

"I just wanted to call to see if your father got in alright... And the boys wanted to say goodnight," Lois whispered.

"Hi, Sammy! Hi, Chris!" Laney exclaimed. The boys both spoke at once in a jumble of words that Laney couldn't quite make out.

"You're not mad?" Sammy asked.

"No, I'm not mad. How was your field trip?" Laney asked.

"It was good. We went to the exploratorium," Sammy answered, and he went on to tell Laney about what he did there.

Then Chris mentioned something about missing Laney, and Laney smiled to himself. "I miss you too," Laney whispered.

"We're making pizza for dinner. Did you eat already?" Lois asked.

"Mhm, Laney made burgers," Clark answered, "Oh, and boys make sure to start your homework and chores before Sunday." Chris and Sammy groaned. Clark dried the dishes and put them away in the cupboards.

"Loving the enthusiasm," Lois joked, and she sent the boys back to the kitchen before she asked if things were going alright.

"We're okay," Laney whispered. Lois made a humming noise.

"Good. I love both of you," Lois whispered.

"Love you too, Mom," Laney replied.

"I love you, Lois," Clark replied, and they hung up. Gus came out of Laney's bedroom and stood by Laney's feet.

"Oh, hello, handsome. Dad, this is Gus Gus. Gus Gus, this is Dad," Laney introduced them. Clark followed Laney and Gus to the couch. Laney rested his legs on Clark's lap as he watched tv.

"You still watch The Wonder Years?" Clark asked, and Laney nodded.

"It's kind of what I imagine you were like as a kid," Laney replied.

"Huh," Clark nodded, "That's fair."

They didn't say much as they continued watching tv, and Clark looked over to say something at Laney, and Laney lay fast asleep with his mouth open. "Laney? Lane, wake up." Laney started to snore. He moved Laney's legs and picked up Gus, and moved him to the side. "Laney?" Clark asked a little bit louder, and still, Laney didn't stir. So, Clark picked him up and carried him to bed while his mattress blew up in the living room. He pulled the blankets over Laney and was startled by Laney grabbing his face, still half asleep and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"You're going already?" Laney whimpered. Clark chuckled, realizing that Laney was a little bit drunk, and he let out a breath. "Don't go. Not yet," Laney wiped a few tears away with his sleeve. "I don't wanna stay here by myself," Laney mumbled as he cried.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm just getting ready to go to bed. I'll be here when you get up," Clark reassured him, "I promised I'd be here the whole weekend, remember?"

Laney turned over on his side, and with his eyes still closed, Laney uttered, "I remember... But I wish you could stay longer," in a half-broken whisper. Clark smiled and pushed Laney's hair back.

"Goodnight, Laney," Clark whispered, and he closed Laney's door on his way out. He unpacked his duffle bag and grabbed took some of his things to the bathroom.

After he took his shower, he looked around for where Laney kept his extra blankets. He found a comforter in a bin in the coat closet and placed it on the mattress. He left the tv on for a little while before taking his glasses off and going to bed.

Clark woke up a few hours around two in the morning to a loud thud. "Fuck," Laney winced, and he opened the door and stumbled to the bathroom in the dark. He came out of the bathroom a minute later, and he stopped in his tracks. "Hiya, Dad," he greeted him casually before going back to bed. Clark turned over on his back and chuckled to himself.

The rest of the night was calm, even for Laney, who couldn't recall the last time he slept so peacefully. He didn't awaken again until eight that morning to the smell of breakfast. He stepped out of his room, and Clark greeted him. "Good morning, how're you feeling?" Clark asked.

"I don't remember going to bed," Laney yawned.

"I carried you to bed," Clark answered as he flipped their pancakes.

"Well, that's embarrassing..." Laney went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and he came back just as Clark finished making his plate.

"Did you mean what you said about wishing I could stay longer?" Clark asked.

Laney dug into his breakfast and shrugged, "I kind of remember that... Hey, Dad? I really am glad that you came this weekend. I know I wanted to leave things alone, but it means a lot to me that you cared enough to come and spend the weekend with me." Clark took a sip of orange juice.

"It's because I love you. I really do, Laney," Clark answered.

"I love you too, Dad," Laney whispered as he picked over his apples.

Clark reached across the counter and nudged his hand. "Eat your apples," Clark instructed gently. Laney laughed.

"Can I have another sausage?" Laney asked.

"Finish some of your apples, and we'll talk," Clark replied.

Laney ate his pancakes with the apples. "Are you gonna tell Mom about the stuff I said?" he asked, his mouth half full.

"Do you want me to?" Clark asked. "She doesn't tell me about what you two talk about in therapy." Laney furrowed his brows. "You didn't know that?"

"I dunno. I figured Mom told you everything. I don't expect either of you to keep secrets from each other on my behalf... I don't talk about you there. I mostly just talk about my nightmares and the fact that I try to bury my feelings out of fear," Laney admitted, "And you can tell Mom what I said. I'll probably bring it up in therapy anyway."

Clark pushed his glasses up and finished his breakfast. "You have nightmares still?" Clark asked.

"Mhm, it's nothing that I can really put into words. I just know that some of them are caused by sleep apnea... And before you say it, Mom is already trying to force me to get a CPAP machine. It's not that bad—."

"Laney, I just heard you say you don't really need to breathe while you sleep—."

"Oh, Dad, come on. You know that's not what I said," Laney replied as he went back to eating. Clark took a deep breath.

"Sorry, but I'd feel a lot better if I knew you were doing something about that," Clark replied. Laney put his fork down and started eating his apples with his fingers. "Laney, are you telling me that you go to therapy for sleep apnea?"

"Of course not! I go to therapy because I compartmentalize," Laney snapped, "I started feeling like I had to be completely different people at school, at home, at work, just to survive. I can't date, I can't ask for help outside of therapy... I feel like I'm just waiting until the next party so that I can self-destruct... And I called Mom, telling her that I wanted to die on New Year's Eve last year, and she picked me up from the pier." Laney swallowed hard. Clark put his fork down.

"Jonathan... I didn't know—."

"Yeah, well, I'm working through it... It's not as bad as it was before, but I still struggle," Laney whispered, "I thought you knew that much, at least."

"I didn't know any of it. Laney, if you think that I don't think your feelings are important—."

"That's not the problem. It's the fact that I remember how it felt to be able to tell you this stuff, and now I feel like I want to tell you when I don't feel good," Laney coughed into his elbow, "But I feel like I don't deserve it anymore."

"Don't deserve what?" Clark asked.

"I don't deserve to talk to you about things," Laney replied, "And I know Mom tries, but she and I are so much alike that I feel like talking to her is the same as talking to myself."

"Laney, I love talking to you kids. I like knowing what's going on. Even in Conner's life, and let me tell you, sometimes I wish there were things that he would keep to himself," Clark joked, and Laney let out a little laugh. "And I'd pick arguing with you over whatever we've been doing for the past couple of years. I missed being able to go beyond just small talk with you.

I like knowing that you hate the space that's grown between us just as much as I do... And if you want me to do all the work and ask all the questions, I'll do that. Okay?" Laney forced his tears back and nodded, and Clark got up and embraced him just as he did the night before. Laney shut his eyes and let out a sigh as he let his father hold him.

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Cassierose, cass(cain)rose and cissieanita

WOMEN IVE HEARD OF THEM.

i love cassierose. deeply homoerotic absolutely insane. i definitely think theyve fucked. im always torn on whether i like them actually being in a relationship or just never actually unpacking all their feelings past some powerfully homoerotic """hate"""-fuelled makeouts. because i don't think cassie would like, be a total bitch to rose forever! she is generally nice she's just going through shit and kind of takes it out at rose for a minute (<- my interpretation of geoff making her catty and bitchy). but at the same time her internalized homophobia is SO strong. i feel like she'd be so ashamed of her attraction to/fooling around with rose. and rose would not take that well. she'd taunt cassie about being her dirty little secret (tim vc It is not a secret literally everyone knows i Literally walked in on yall hardcore making out in the communal kitchen please stop doing that btw.) but in actuality cassie being ashamed of her would make her feel SO shitty. i like this as a mess of a situation first and foremost i think. but yeah if you can't tell by the giant ramble paragraph it absolutely compels me skjdfhkjds

cassrose is similar, in some ways, except that it IS always marred unfortunately in my mind by how much i disliked batgirl '08 for slandering cass so fucking hard. but i mean. "is she... like me?" + the inherent homoeroticism of cass slitting rose's throat and knowing deathstroke wouldn't let her die. honestly (because there are so many things wrong with rose) i think rose gets flustered when she thinks about that later. i reiterate. many things wrong with her. like yeah she almost died but also... damn. i feel like... if they ever were to actually have feelings + act on any of them, it'd be a future scenario, not anywhere where they are at the present. like i think rose would have a "hate"crush on cass (and a lot of feelings about cass being the daughter of an assassin who got out and did better than she perceives herself to have done), but cass wouldn't realize she even likes women for long enough that rose's thoughts on her would fade for a few years. but then maybe later...!

cissieanita. they make a lot of sense and i do like them but they don't make me as insane as other ships do. part of this is bc i just like... need to figure out how to Fix anita's storyline in my head (like, i think her forced retirement was Stupid As Fuck, but then if she continues heroism that would introduce Issues with her and cissie's relationship that didn't exist in canon bc she retired, you know?) and bc i haven't figured out what anita's future looks like in my head fully, it's hard for me to have concrete thoughts on the two of them. that being said, there's Definitely something very compelling abt the way anita looked up to cissie and cissie got jealous of her for replacing her and they had to work through it. it's a good and solid ship i just need to work harder to be insane about it properly.

[pluckyredhead]

Hello, do you know the ages of the BatFam and the SuperFam?

I was trying to figure out Kara's and Clark's age gap since I've seen some comics of Kara and Stephanie being the same age and also Kara and Dick being the same age.

Kinda weird and confusing.

I can't give you their exact ages because the comics a) usually don't tell us and b) when they do tell us, they contradict themselves and change things all the time. (Exception: Jon is currently 17 or 18 and Damian is currently 14, according to comics published within the past year.)

For the Batfam, @bitimdrake has an extremely impressive analysis of their ages here.

In terms of Dick and Kara's ages relative to each other, it's changed a lot over the years, but in the modern era, he has usually been significantly older than her, and it's only in the past year that they're suddenly the same age.

Here's a rough timeline:

Kara was 15 when she debuted in 1959. Dick was approximately 15 or 16, so they were about the same age then.

Kara graduated high school in 1965 and went to Stanhope College, which she graduated from in 1971. Dick started at Hudson University in 1969 (and dropped out in I believe the mid-70s), which would make Kara a little older.

Dick was still technically a teenager by 1980, when the New Teen Titans formed, though he'd turned 20 by the mid-80s. Kara was an adult in her early to mid 20s.

Kara died in Crisis on Infinite Earths (1985-86). The Supergirl of the late 80s and 90s is a different character, so her age isn't relevant here.

When a rebooted version of Kara arrived on Earth "for the first time" in 2003, she was 16, the same age as Tim. Dick was well into his 20s by then. Kara stayed a teenager through the rest of the post-Crisis era, though she went to school for one (1) issue so it's hard to know if she eventually aged up to 18. When she teams up with Steph during Steph's Batgirl days, Steph is a college freshman and 18.

In the New 52, Kara is a teenager and Dick is in his 20s (I think they lowered him from late 20s to early 20s with the reboot, but I'm not positive).

In Rebirth, Kara is a teenager and Dick is in his 20s.

For absolutely zero reason, Tom King depicted Kara as an adult in Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow, which is a garbage story that belongs in the garbage. (Nice art by Bilquis Evely, though.)

Meanwhile, Mark Waid and Dan Mora are currently depicting Dick and Kara as older teens of approximately the same age (close enough to have dated) in Batman/Superman: World's Finest, which is supposed to be set current continuity, but a few years in the past. World's Finest is a love letter to the Silver Age so it makes sense that he would depict Dick and Kara as the same age, because they were the same age in the Silver Age, but it feels weird because for the past 20 years she's been a peer to Kon/Steph/Tim/Cassie/etc.

Anyway, as a Supergirl fan, I'm actually okay with her being older than we thought - I just want her to be in a goddamn book, which DC is very averse to. Waid and Mora are doing a great job with her so if they need to age her up a little to do it, I'll allow it.

[misspickman]

hii <3 8! 16! 17! for choose violence

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

god okay there are soo many u know there are so many. bc people refuse to read. tim isnt chill with killing he Does have a moral compass he is not just blindly following bruce, bruce doesnt hate kon, clark isnt a bad negligent parent to kon, on account of not being his parent (yea people can hc what they enjoy be free etc but in canon they simply dont have that relationship,, im sorry). cass is not the family therapist and she is not that fucking nice, cassie is not like the only braincell of yj she is not super serious and only there to wrangle her boys. come on. tim is also not the smart nerd robin but now i could just go on forever if we go there. kon is not a jock or stupid he is not a himbo!! aa red robin suit being ugly/bad youre all wrong but its fine

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

the whole fanon 'metas in gotham' bit,, the awful shovel talks in soo many t/mkon fics (specifically the fucking threatening with kryptonite hey what. also kon is not afraid of bruce. read superboy #85), jason and tims fully made up by fanon dynamic, fanon tim in general + the whole bad drakes bit, making tim like. a killjoy who is mean to his friends for no reason. in general the concept of batf/m as this happy family unit when they are so much more fun as a complex family/coworkers. the messy drama in 90s/2000s bat comics was so compelling to me this is just bland?

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

answered here but also, more helena in general. more kon and the ravers!! more tim and babs and helena bc their dynamics were soo fun. more cissie/anita, cassie figuring out shes a lesbian. cassie/rose.........