#tim drake's hidden fear

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake: Haunted by Gods He Can’t Outrun

Tim Drake knows better than to believe in peace.

It’s not the crime, or the sleepless nights, or even the constant pressure of being the world’s youngest, sharpest detective. No, it’s something older. Something deeper.

Something… divine.

He’ll never admit it, but the ocean terrifies him. The weight of Poseidon’s gaze lingers over every wave, every distant shore. Even in Gotham, far from the sea, he can feel it—an unspoken threat. The god never truly forgave him, never let go of the grudge, the insult of Odysseus’ defiance. Every ripple of water feels like a pulse, a reminder: You can’t escape me.

He doesn’t go near the docks. Can’t even look at the ocean. Not without his stomach knotting in fear. Because Poseidon? He’s still out there. Still watching.

And then there’s Athena.

If Tim’s life as Robin was an echo of anyone, it’s her. The endless push to be better, smarter, faster. To solve the unsolvable. He can still hear her voice in the back of his mind, urging him to make the right choice, to outthink everyone—Batman, Ra’s al Ghul, even Bruce. But living up to the goddess of wisdom and war? That’s a pressure he can never shake. Every victory feels like it’s never quite enough, like he’s still chasing her approval.

He tries to forget her teachings sometimes. Pushes them down. But when he’s alone, going over case files at 3 AM, it’s her words that come back. Plan for every outcome. Calculate every risk. Don’t disappoint me.

As if he could ever stop trying.

The rest of the Olympians? They never really fade, either. They whisper in the moments when his guard’s down, when he thinks maybe he’s free. But they never let him forget. Gods never do.

Tim’s haunted by them all—the weight of their expectations, their grudges, their games. He’s not just Robin, or Red Robin, or even Tim Drake anymore. He’s the legacy of someone who once defied gods and outwitted fate.

And the thing is? The gods remember. They never truly let go of what they once owned.

When Tim walks down the streets of Gotham, he’s not just keeping an eye out for the usual dangers. He’s watching the shadows for something more. Something bigger. Because he knows, deep down, that the gods are always watching, always waiting.

No matter how hard he tries, no matter how many lifetimes he lives, he’ll never outrun the past.

The gods don’t forgive. And they sure as hell don’t forget.

[confused-wanderer]

No because I can’t be the only one who thinks that the other batkids mess with Damian’s non-existent knowledge of jokes and references. Each of the batkids already has their own niche of bad jokes they love saying. And Damian is just adding fuel to the fire by being an unsuspecting victim:

Dick: Knock knock

Damian *who’s seen Superman and Jon do this all the time* : .. who’s there?

Dick: Nobody

Damian: …nobody.. who?

Dick:

Damian: ?

Dick *keeping a poker face*

Damian: Grayson.. nobody who?

Dick *shaking with silent laughter before walking out of the room*

Damian: .. Grayson has lost what little brain cells he had left. Shame, it was the most anyone had in the family.

Alfred: Master Damian.. it is you who didn’t understand.

Damian: .. what?

Alfred *raises an eyebrow*

Damian:

Damian *realisation dawns*

Damian *marching out of the room while unsheathing his katana*

Alfred: Keep away from the carpet Master Damian.

OR

Jason: You know.. you always see flamingoes sleep with one leg lifted off the ground..why do you think that is?

Damian: .. you pose a good question for once Todd. I suppose it could be a form of protecting body heat.. what is the reason for this?

Jason *wheezing*: It’s ‘cause if they had both legs up they would’ve fallen over.

*doubles over laughing at his own joke*

Damian:

Jason *now fallen over, rolling on the ground*

Damian: This is why Father doesn’t love you.

It has also led to an unintended common ground between him and Tim, who are both just so done with the rest of the family. Stephanie is just waiting for the day Damian realises that Tim references vines almost everyday. She’s sure Tim’s going to lose a kidney when that happens.

Bonus points if Tim already does, but Damian just looks at him weird every time and just chalks it upto another “Tim thing” like:

Tim: .. it is Wednesday my dudes.. *screams*

Damian: … Drake it’s Friday. The only thing you succeed at is disappointing me.

OR

Tim: Do it for the vine.

*jumps into blazing fire with a bomb hidden somewhere in the building about to collapse without informing anyone or taking proper equipment to find said bomb*

Damian: Father told me I must not hate you, but if you were on fire, and I had a glass of water.. I would drink it.

And

Tim *driving while in a high-speed chase with a villain about to summon the end of the world while the car is on fire*: Road work ahead? Uh yeah, I sure hope it does

Damian *over the comms* : Father I fear Drake has more brain damage than he usually does. I have genuine concern for my safety. If I kill him, you should know it’s in self-defence.

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Edit: The first joke is a knock knock joke but when Dick says nobody it means nobody is at the door, so no matter how much you say “nobody who?” you won’t get a reply because there’s no one at the door. Hope this clears it up😅

[mysterycitrus]

PLEASE go off about Bruce

the popular modern character beat for bruce where he’s this truly unhinged machiavellian mega genius actively plotting his own downfall is so far divorced from his neo-noir detective roots it makes me want to tear my hair out

it really goes without saying that bruce is singularly driven by restorative justice, more than literally anyone else aside from maybe cass cain. his decision not to kill under any circumstances is not a selfish one, it’s a selfless one, because bruce understands that no one person should have the right to take a life. if killing is a legitimate action to take against a threat then anyone, whether it be an individual or an institution, can be incentivised to kill as a first resort. bruce understands the complicated nature of crime and why it occurs. he understands community and the importance of social support, and how human connection will save lives. he never wants anyone to feel the pain he felt in that alley ever again.

he’s a detective who mistrusts the police and actively works against them. combat and physical violence aren’t what drive him, it’s an unfortunate consequence of opposing corruption. if he can save a child instead of throwing a punch, he’ll do it. if he can talk someone off a ledge, he’ll make the time. he can’t unknot his own heart, but he still tries. it hurts, but he tries.

bruce’s purposeful disconnection from others out of fear of losing them is driven by selfish desire, because he is (deep down and hidden away) a profoundly loving person who believes everyone deserves a chance. this is shown in how he raised his kids — he’ll smother them to protect them while forcing himself to hold them at arms distance. when they reflect his worst habits back at him, he’s horrified. he’s objectively a bad parent. no one else should let him adopt more children. he saved dick grayson and jason todd and cass cain and tim drake. many things can be true at once.

the interpretation of him as either a brooding, violent asshole with no redeeming qualities OR a somewhat pugnacious but ultimately emotionally mature father figure both miss the point of bruce wayne’s primary motivation, being that he is still in crime alley as an eight year old, kneeling in the ground amid the pearls, and he has not moved in thirty years. he can’t leave, because if he leaves then who will be there to guide the next dick grayson, the next cass, out from those shadows and into the light? he is anchored by his own weight. so much of what he does comes from a need for control, a hyper fixation on predicting the outcome, if preventing the worst case scenario before it happens. the rest of it is love in motion.

[dark-l-angel]

If you're still taking requests can I get a batman or batfam x female reader

Summary: The reader is a 18 year old girl with no parents(they died) and lives by herself. While walking to school she bumps into someone(bruce wayne) as she apologize and walks away,Bruce look at her in awe because of how much she looks like his mother. He ask the whole family to help kidnapping her because he wants to protect her.

Also,she is nit related just looks like her

That's emotional actually..

Protectors

Batfamily x reader

She walked briskly through the bustling streets of Gotham, her backpack slung over her shoulder, a lone figure amidst the city's perpetual chaos. Eighteen and orphaned, she had learned to rely on herself, navigating the urban labyrinth with a cautious stride.

One crisp morning, her path unexpectedly intersected with Bruce Wayne's. In a moment of distraction, their shoulders collided, jolting her out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry," she murmured, glancing up to meet his gaze briefly before continuing on her way.

Bruce Wayne, Gotham's enigmatic billionaire, froze momentarily. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her—so like his late mother, Martha Wayne, in the way her eyes crinkled with apology, in the soft curve of her smile.

Days passed, and Bruce couldn't shake the haunting resemblance. He felt a gnawing urge to protect her, to shield her from Gotham's relentless dangers as he couldn't protect his mother. He called upon Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, and even Damian Wayne, each committed to ensuring her safety.

It was Jason who approached her first, his demeanor unexpectedly gentle despite his rough exterior. "Bruce noticed you," he explained, his voice tinged with sincerity. "He wants to keep you safe. We're here to help."

She listened, a mix of confusion and curiosity coloring her expression. Alone in the world, she had grown wary of strangers, but Jason's sincerity touched a chord within her. She nodded cautiously, sensing an unspoken bond of protection in his words.

In the following days, Dick Grayson's warmth and humor eased her skepticism. Tim Drake's careful planning ensured their movements went unnoticed, while Damian Wayne watched over her silently, his protective instincts hidden beneath a stoic facade.

They guided her discreetly through Gotham's labyrinth, never revealing their true purpose. She found herself drawn to their quiet camaraderie, the unspoken understanding that they were her guardians in a city where shadows held secrets and dangers lurked in every corner.

One evening, Bruce invited her to a secluded spot overlooking the city—a rare moment of vulnerability. He spoke of his mother, Martha Wayne, and the ache of loss that still haunted him. She listened in silence, moved by his raw honesty and the weight of his unspoken fears.

As dawn broke over Gotham, she stood among the Wayne family—Jason, Dick, Tim, and Damian—a makeshift family forged in the crucible of Gotham's darkness. In their protective embrace, she found solace and a sense of belonging she thought she had lost forever.

And as she looked out over the city, its skyline silhouetted against the rising sun, she realized that in Gotham's relentless chaos, she had found not just protectors, but a family who understood the echoes of loss and the unbreakable bonds of kinship in their shared pursuit of justice.

☆ I hope you like it ☆

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #23

A Family Portrait

Imagine dis…

Most of the fanfics and even Tumblr posts are all about the long-lost son of both Bruce Wayne Selina or even Talia, the long-lost brother of either Damian, Tim, Dick, or even Jason. But what if we changed up the timeline?

What if…

…

Damian was just lurking around the manor at a fast pace if the way he looked around, looking for a hiding as Grayson had proposed the idea of playing a simple yet harmless family activity for the family of vigilantes. Grayson had been chatting all week and persuaded each of the imbeciles he calls brothers to join in. Todd was bribed with a no-ask favor from Grayson while Drake was dragged in the hopes of Richard being silent to Alfred about his intake of caffeine despite Alfred’s warnings. Damain already knew that Alfred the butler knew and was merely waiting for Alfred to hide his stash. While Thomas, Brown, Gordon, and Cain did not need more incentive from Grayson. After a quick shouting match from all sides on which activity will be chosen, all of them have chosen a simple hide-and-seek game within the manor as all of them still feel the repercussions of last week’s chosen game which still brings shivers down the assassin’s back every time, he remembers the things that were done in the name of fun family bonding activity.

The moment Drake began counting down all of them began scrambling out of the theater room and to quickly find a decent hiding spot. All of them were trained by Batman and have flourished under his tillage so finding a spot that nobody knew of is going to be hard. Damian knew that despite Drake having prominent eye bags under his eyes, he could not lower his guard in front of him despite his former attitude toward Drake and slowly mending their relationship Damian has some sort of respect, awe, and fear for Drake as this is the same person who had outwitted his grandfather and lived, the one who had fought his grandfather’s assassins and won but you never heard that from him after all if anyone knew what he thought of Drake, his katana will likely to immediately meet that person’s throat.

He thought of asking Alfred for assistance but he refused, he is already at the disadvantage with both Grayson and Todd living in the manor longer thus having found more than hiding spots for them. He already knew that Cain was already hidden in the shadows but he is the Blood son of the Bat and he refused to be the first one to be found.  But then he remembered a short conversation he had with Grayson when he first arrived at the manor. Grayson explained that the attic holds all antiques as well as family heirlooms that were passed down from each generation. It may be covered in a few dusts as Alfred cleans the attic once every blue moon. Grayson explained that the attic was heavily haunted as when he was just a child, he could hear people talking in hushed tones each time he went near the ladder that leads to the attic. When Damian tried to inquire for more information Grayson successfully changed the subject and was merely forgotten up until he saw the secret entrance to the attic of Wayne Manor.

Looking at the hidden ladder that leads to the attic Damian thinks of his decision on the one hand nobody had the same thought of him hiding in the attic due to Grayson the “ghosts” at the attic but on the other, he was about to enter uncharted territory. After a quick deliberation himself, he had already closed the entrance to the attic. After ensuring that nobody had seen him enter, he immediately took a look around to further hide but he couldn’t help to widen his eyes at his surroundings.

Eccentric pieces of marble statues surrounded him that looked suspiciously just some stone slabs, multiple worn-down artworks that looked like a child’s doodle, and scattered boxes of blurry photography, but some artworks and pieces could worth billions such as artworks and vases as if they are from the ancient greek, a different type clocks and a single grandfather clock that have different cuts and sizes of sapphires, diamonds, and gold, multiple chests that were escaping gold coins as the wood seem to rot, a box made out of fine glass that seems to protect a glass egg that holds every shade of blue there is.

As he kept looking around mesmerized by the unnatural decors and riches around him, he soon came across a portrait. A woman whose clothing seems to come from the early 1900s with a neutral expression. Upon closer inspection, Damian saw a nameplate just below the portrait and it says “Elizabeth Rose Wayne” which concludes that this must be one of his ancestors. As Damian let his eyes roam, he saw more portraits from family portraits to single portraits. All seemed to be falling apart due to time, as Damian went deeper as he kept following in deeper each portrait. Up until the last portrait, A tall middle-aged man with grey hair most in his head with grey eyes sitting in a large red velvet chair wearing what looked like a Victorian suit surrounded by what seemed to be his children. A large young man with black wispy hair that was tied in a ponytail with dark blue eyes looking neutral at the painting beside him a young man in his early teens with a mop of black hair and bright blue eyes with freckles adorning his check-looking bored and lastly a young girl with a generous amount of black hair styled to what looked like a modernized coil down to her chin and with baby blue eyes the cheekiest smile and was sitting impatiently on top of what looked like their father. All of them were wearing different Victorian-style suits and dresses that seemed to complement their eyes despite the different shades of each one.

Below the said family portrait were their portraits with each nameplate embedded just below the said portrait.

From the right which Damian had deduced as the oldest a nameplate below that spelled “DANAL” Next the nameplate spelled “DANIEL” Lastly the only female in the portrait spelled “DANIELLE” Damian looked at each of the nameplates and thought which of their parents named them with almost the same spelling of each name and the same meaning all names share in Hebrew that means “God is my judge.”

Whomever the painter was made Damian impressed as he felt all of the portraits were looking straight at him, judging his very being.

…

Meanwhile, Tim had already found the majority of his siblings. They all huddled up to find Damian as they were quite impressed at where he had hidden.

Looking around they have stumbled upon a semi-open door to the attic and have deduced that Damian had hidden there. As soon all of them laid eyes on what the attic contained all of them had a jaw-drop moment as such treasures and artifacts seemingly being stored away like some old clothes in the attic rather than being guarded in a high-level security vault. Jason began asking Dick why he even spread the story about the attic anyway as they could have seen these things much sooner, Dick kept on spluttering that he did hear voices back then.

Soon enough the more they went deeper into the attic they saw Damian looking over at a family portrait of what looked like the first generation or the pioneer of the Waynes. Dick excitedly yelled at Damian for being the last to be found but at the sudden loud noise, Damian accidentally swiped his hand too fast at the nameplate creating a small wound enough to bleed but not too deep, covering some of Damian’s blood at the nameplate.

Damian turned to face Grayson and the rest but he didn’t take notice of the nameplate spelled “DANIEL” that had some of his blood seem to absorb the said blood.

…

The room suddenly engulfed with bright green light with each batfam member immediately covering their eyes due to the onslaught of light.

The moment they started to blink away the black spots dancing at their eyes they immediately noticed that the supposed family portrait was now missing 3 members leaving the supposed father sitting alone in the “family portrait”.

Dick tried to usher his siblings out while panicking out that his rambling back then and now is correct about this part of the manor being haunted.

As the voices of each of them began to overlap with each other creating a loud noise, a single large yawn silenced all of them.

Turning their heads back to the portraits they all zeroed in on the individual portrait in the middle. Exhaling another yet small yawn as he seems to try to blink away his sleepiness. Soon the other portraits beside and above him seem to follow, “DANAL” seems to yawn roughly exposing his pearly white teeth to the still shell-shocked BatFam. “DANIELLE” seemed to yawn and pout at the same time as if she was interrupted in her midday nap time. Lastly, the older gentleman in the now empty family portrait covered his hands as he yawned quietly.

Slowly but surely conversation between each painting seems to start as if this scene is something nothing out of the ordinary, as each portrait talks to the other without noticing the still shell-shocked BatFam in front of them.

As “DANIELLE” seemed to be bored and turned to look in the other direction she immediately noticed at still siblings and harshly told the rest they had guests with them.

Dick, Barbara, Jason, Cass, Tim, Stephanie, Damian and Duke.  They were all trained under the greatest detective, he taught them and told them repeatedly that they need to have their mind at the present moment, every day, every hour, and every minute. This is their best tool, their Mind. They can´t take away their mind. It lives inside of them and is the best weapon that they need to live. Yet it seems all of their collective minds were still in the middle of processing the result of a harmless hide-and-seek family fun time activity.

…

The quartet Halfa of a family had been in the Ghost Zone for centuries. Danny’s sister Jazz had settled down and had a family, as they have become somewhat immortal, Fright Knights and a Ghost King they still wished for some sort of communication with their remaining mortal family. Came with the creation of a specialized portrait that only they could access for easy communication, like a video call, while the knowledge of their actual summoning instruction summoning them to the mortal plane had been coded and written at the back of the said portrait.

Vlad had the smug smirk when he had convinced Jasmine to let Dan, Danny, and Dani dress in their Sunday’s best, which made them all squirm and uncomfortable, and to pose for who knows how long for the painting just to finish, never mind that he added an extra three for them as some sort of payback for all the time the three gremlins had caused him extra grey hair.

For someone, they told each other they were different, and seemed all think alike causing him grief, stress, and extra white hairs on top of his head.

At first the first up to the third generation of nieces and nephews would call them through the use of the painting but it seems that it had been radio silence for years now. It is either the knowledge of a weird uncle and aunt has not been properly passed on or Jazz’s line has died out.

So, imagine their surprise that after centuries of radio silence, they have felt their descendant calling them through their portraits.

After a quick pleasantry to each other, all of them looked expectantly at the siblings and Danny briefly wondered if he had something in his face for them to look at them like that and if they had forgotten to breathe.

…

 PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

[brucewaynehater101]

Ok Tim Time Travel AU or just Tim Travel AU. Tim gets sucked in a similar event that got bruce un the Time stream. But it only makes Tim land in various events that takes place since bruce beginnings as batman.

The first event is bruce getting shot, Tim pops in and helps young bruce. As it the first time, tim didnt prepare in any way to hidrñe his identity. But bruce was out enough not to recognize him. (He wouldnt anyways)

The next time, tim is more prepared, he hacks into the drakes account to get money and with that crafts a new suit. And writes down a list of ideas of how to hide his face. As bruce can't have tim's face in his memory. (He goes from ghost maker blindfold to red hood'd helmet). The only distintive is an "R" in his suit.

And that's how it goes for a little while. Tim appears out of nowhere to help bruce with smthng. Usually to save him from posible deaths

Then he's throw in Dick's parent's death day. Then when dick almost falls off his line. Then some dick' kidnapping. And so on.

Bruce ofc doesn't trust this elusive evident experienced vigilante. But it grows on him. For the robins is this cool big brother and stuff.

Tim doesnt want to think what this means for how he interacts with his family.

Ideas are buzzing!

Cool! Anyone can feel free to list out canon events you think Tim could have helped lessen the impact of (in this AU, he doesn't have that much control. It seems more like he's helping in the aftermath). He will prevent their deaths in some cases, but let's say, for plot's sake, that he can't prevent certain outcomes.

To be extra fun, perhaps all the Bats knew about Future!Tim. Imma call him Raven just for the hell of it.

Tim finds out when he gets sucked into the time thing, that he was Raven all along. The older vigilante left him a clue that was only decipherable after Tim's first time jump.

Regardless, Tim slowly builds up a reputation with the Bats. It's difficult because he has no control on when he stays or goes. He just pops up when he's needed.

It's difficult to establish trust with someone who is untraceable and never stays.

It's heartbreaking for Tim because there are some incidents he can't change despite going back in time (like Jason dying). Tim has no control.

There's also the fear of destabilizing the timestream or whatever.

Then, as Raven, Tim learns a fuck ton about incidents that his family has hidden or never talked about. Traumas they don't or wouldn't mention (perhaps Raven learns about Tarantula and similar shit). Since Raven pops up whenever and isn't actually a Bat, there's a different type of relationship that vigilante has with the Bats. It helps them to admit shit they wouldn't to their family (which you can then get into guilt, protective anger, horror, etc).

Raven slowly starts getting close to the Bats as much as he can given his circumstances. Older Tim watches Robin debut, Nightwing debut, Jason become Robin, the aftermath of his death, Tim becoming Robin, etc.

Having an "outsiders' perspective" on all of these events must feel weird as fuck.

[smilesheartshugs]

Halloween AU pt.2

A continuation of:

Tim centric

It’s been four months since his parents were last home. About a month since he ran out of food. Three days ago the water faucets stopped working. Good news! His parents should be home soon! They promised they’d be home for his birthday! It’s his birthday tomorrow so his parents must be home soon! Until then he’ll wait in his safe spot. Years ago he had found a hollowed out section of wall in his closet. He can hear everything in the house from that spot. It’s also the warmest spot in the house. Especially when he moves the boxes to block the draft from entering his little budding spot. With the heater broken durning the unusually cold weather, the isolation of the walls keep his little hiddy hole warm. With nothing else to distract himself from his thirst and hunger, he might as well take a nap until his parents return home.

When Tim wakes up he’s face to face with his own body. Fear and confusion runs through him. What is he going to do when his parents get home?

He fazes through everything instead of touching it. At least he doesn’t feel hungry any more.

It’s another two months before his parents return home. With that time was able to practice picking things up and interact with the tangible world. If he didn’t know he was dead he would think he was still apart of the living.

After helping his parents unpack the first thing he says is “I died while you where away”

“Don’t be ridiculous Timothy you’re just fine. Obviously you’re standing right here” his mother responds

“No im a ghost!” Tim insisted

“There’s no such thing as ghost sport cease this game at once” his father answers

“No really my body is in my closet!”

The family argues back and forth for a bit which Jack and Janet believing Tim to be playing a game. They angrily look in his closet only to not see his body. After all it’s in the hidden hiddy hole in the very back behind some of the boxes. His parents leave before time could move the boxes out of the way. His body is certainly worse for wear. Areas have puffed up in some spots while other areas of flesh has melted away. When he first woke up after dieing his body only looked like it was asleep, now it looks like it belongs in a zombie movie.

Three years later

Jack and Janet are disappointed that Tim hasn’t grown any, he makes a shrimp ten year old. Tim has stopped insisting that he’s dead. The creative punishment his parents dish out has long made him stop wanting to prove his death.

Tim still checks on what’s left of his body, it’s mostly bone now, but it’s proof he’s not crazy and that he really did die. He watched as his flesh slowly rotted away.

He’s made friends with the Waynes, they think he’s a normal human boy, all be it a bit small. He learns that other undead creatures exist, as well as other hunting beings. Jason is another undead, though he got to keep his original body. He was murdered by a clown about a year after Bruce took him in. No one has seen the clown since then though. Tim suspects that the clown may have been one of the goul’s first meals that the werbat provided. That would explain why Jason was so quick to forgive Bruce and why the clown hasn’t been seen again.

Jason brings a lot of raw meat for his school lunches, usually beef or lamb. Though recently it’s been a lot more lamb than cow, Tim wonders why that’s the case.

One day Jason drags Tim back to Wayne manor under the guise of studying for their upcoming test together. Tim was quick to bond with the rest of the family. He’s felt more at home here than he’s ever felt back in drake manner. It doesn’t take long until Tim becomes a regular guest at Wayne manor.

Even though he doesn’t need to eat, Tim never turns down a meal. In fact, he’s almost always snacking on something. Even on those cardboard cookies no one likes. Well it might be more accurate to say he doesn’t physically need to eat. He gets anxious if he hasn’t had any thing to eat for a while. It’s nice of the Wayne’s to bring him all these extra snacks though!

Two years later

Tim is a regular fixture in Wayne manor. After finding out how often his parents are away they insisted that he’d stay with them.

This brings us to the current problem. Cass needs to cast a protection charm on the manner, a ward agent an evil cult. Unfortunately there’s one ingredient that Cass can’t get her hands on.

“A bone of an unburied one freely given.”

What this means is that she needs a bone of someone who hasn’t had a funeral, which means she can’t just buy one off of a donated body. Stupid old spells with stupid specific unwritten rules that make more sense or the time period it was written in and not modern day. She also can’t look for lost hikers in the woods because they can’t give consent to being in the spell.

But Tim could help! He’s never had a funeral, and he’s here to give his consent for using his bones! It’s a win win!

While the older Wayne’s were trying to figure out how the spell would work with some from if substitute Tim convinces Jason to come help him get something from his bedroom back in drake manor.

“So what are we grabbing baby bird?” Jason asks Tim

“You’ll see when we get there” Tim replies. He’s learned that he can’t convince people he’s dead. He learned that the hard way.

“Okay okay but why am I bringing a box again?”

“My boxes are all stained”

Tim brings Jason to his closet where he moves those old boxes out of the way.

“Baby bird what is this?” Jason asks a little freak out about the skeleton in the closet.

“The missing ingredient for cass’s spell!” Tim answers cheerfully.

“Tim, we can’t use this with out their permission, why do you have a corps in your closet?” Jason is freaking out that there’s a dead person in the baby bird’s closet and he doesn’t know how it got there.

“No im giving you permission to use it!”

“Tim you can’t give permission for someone else’s body”

“No! Jason you don’t understand! I’m giving you permission to use it!” Tim has frustration tears in his eyes.

That’s how Jason found out that his baby bird was dead, be the looks of it he’s been dead for a while.

“Now help me bring it to Cass?”

[wickedsmille]

snippet saturday

I got tagged by @takemetomyfragiledreams for a Snippet Saturday! (I love getting tagged in these things. You spoil me so good. 🖤) And I did a thing. Like a continuation of my jaytim one-shot monster mash kind of thing. And what's under the cut is probably more than a snippet but, hey, short and concise just ain't my thing and I've made my peace with that. That being said, enjoy this heap of dragon!Tim riding in to save his damsel familiar demon!Jason. (I didn't edit nuffin' so beware, probably typos afoot.)

Idk who to tag 🥲 So, if you're reading this, I tag you. No take backsies.

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Most people wear their glamors whenever they’re out in public. The mixing of humans, creatures, humanoids and all those in-between has come a long way. It’s harmonious, almost. Not everywhere, not all the time. Crime against creatures and hybrids is higher still than humans and those creatures human enough to pass for normal. So whether out of fear or consideration or conformity, glamoring is as prevalent as it has always been.

For Robin, for Tim, that is doubly true. 

Dick and Jason were witches. It didn’t matter for them. The ethereal, glowing eyes of a witch in their half and full forms are hidden by the dominos. For all anyone else could tell, Robin was something but no one could ever pin down exactly what. There’s too many magical beings now openly living shoulder to shoulder with humans for it to matter. Too much magic freely floating through the air to definitively pick out a specific thread and follow it from the vigilante to the person behind the mask. Being witches allowed them the freedom to fully spread their wings without fear of giving away their identities whether they were Robin or Dick or Jason. 

Bruce has the world convinced Brucie is a bumbling idiot of a human while Batman is very obviously more but there’s enough creatures out there like daevas to muddy the waters. 

Of course, Tim’s parents wanted a flashy hybrid to parade around the balls and galas they bothered to attend when they were in Gotham. A new treasure his father could point to and boast about, proof of his mother’s superiority over the other children of the elite. They’d hoped he’d even get the unique ability to function without a familiar afforded to creature and humanoid hybrids. Rarely, the tempering magic of a humanoid would be enough to balance and tame the raw, electric power of creature magic. Then there’s no need to balance the scales through unnecessary attachments. 

Tim visited enough doctors as a kid, paid enough to keep their mouths shut to do procedures typically only done after seventeen at the limit of when bonds form, for his parents to come to the early conclusion Tim wouldn’t be one of the lucky hybrids. They got their trophy to stuff into stiff suits and march across marble floors but their disappointment in the knowledge Tim wouldn’t be able to function independently was a weighted, palpable thing. 

It’s always been customary for the wealthy to hide their true forms but, after that, they gave him a talisman to wear to events on top of his own glamors.

Becoming Robin and having Bruce harshly demand he always keep his glamors up wasn’t jarring because he’d already grown used to it. The magic started to itch if left too long. Sometimes Tim would forget to remove them even at home despite the cold, empty rooms being his only company. Sacrificing the truth of himself for Robin wasn’t a hardship. Nowadays, it’s second nature. He hardly even remembers what he looks like in his half and full forms. But he does know a half dragon, half elf is too conspicuous to ever be seen as Robin. It would be all too easy to connect the dots between such a rare hybrid and Tim Drake. 

Even just the thought of breaking his glamors, in public no less, is enough to make his heart race and his palms sweat but his bond is screaming familiar in danger over and over again as pain dances along every nerve. Tim can’t see any other way to neatly wrap up the mess Jason has created. From his vantage point perched on a billboard across the street from a nondescript warehouse on the southside of the docks, Tim counts at least fifty heavily armed mercenaries and one Red Hood.

Jason is powerful. Incredibly so, but everyone has their limits. The relative stability of Tim’s fused magics, his more prominent elven blood making the powerhouse magic of his dragon side more docile, compared to the volatile churning of Jason’s does come with the perk of not needing contact with his familiar as often. Which is all the better since Jason has made himself scarce since their last meeting. He’s posited that Jason likely doesn’t enjoy the same benefit given the incendiary nature of his magic, where the demon side reigns supreme and feeds, feeds, feeds off the magic of the witch. 

He can’t imagine what state Jason is in. Tim had already drafted a plan to hunt Jason down again for his own damn good. 

Now he’s being forced to speed up his timetable and make what seems like an impossible choice. Fifty guys, most likely armed with bullets and magic themselves, is something Robin can’t handle with a handicapped Red Hood. The thought of calling in Batman and Nightwing for back up rankles. There would be no hiding the bond with him and Jason close to one another, not from Bruce and, by extension, from Dick who serves as his familiar. Tim isn’t ready to share this part of himself yet. It’s a tender, open wound Jason tore open again, a weakness he hasn’t created a workaround for yet. 

Damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t, though. 

Heaving a long, weary sigh, Tim straightens up and hops down off the billboard while casting a temporary veil of invisibility over himself. With deft fingers, Tim does the latches on the Robin uniform and stuffs them into a cache stored inside the defunct AC unit nearby. Left with nothing but his undershirt and tights, Tim stands at the edge of the roof and grimaces. He can feel the swell of magic bubbling under his skin, equally soothing and irritating the pain channeling through the bond into him. 

Man, he really hopes he isn’t making a terrible mistake. 

Mind already made up, Tim shoves away his self-doubt and leaps off the roof with his arms spread. He closes his eyes and wipes away the haze of the glamors while pulling on his own magic to wrap around himself. To embrace himself and what he truly is. It’s pain and relief rolled into one, like scratching an itch viciously enough to bleed. His skin ripples and stretches, bones breaking down and knitting back together while muscle and sinew stretch to accommodate. As much as it sucks, because it does, Tim feels freer than he does swinging from his grapple through Gotham’s skies. 

He wants to laugh but it comes out as a chuff because of his snout. His paws slam into the concrete of the road, claws digging in and ripping it up. Bounding towards the warehouse, Tim decides to go for shock and awe. Most people don’t expect a full-fledged dragon to run into them head on. He knows even as a drake he's on the smaller side for dragons and doesn't have the added bulk wings would give his silhouette. Still, a dragon no matter the sub-type is a dragon and their reputation as an apex predator has been well earned in and out of the magic community.

Running on four legs is weird, especially with the unwieldy weight of his tail thumping clumsily against the ground behind him, so Tim stumbles the first couple steps but he settles into a loping run as he closes the distance between himself and the warehouse. The spines along the top of his head and down his spine shift with each powerful push of his legs. By the time he’s throwing himself bodily into the wooden bay doors of the warehouse, Tim has even managed to wrangle his tail into some semblance of order so it's not throwing off his balance so badly. 

The wood gives way easily, no match for Tim’s plated scales and thick hide. He skids across the warehouse floor, claws leaving gouges in his wake. Everything inside the building stops as Tim settles in the center of the room. No one so much as moves, too busy gaping at Tim to fire their guns and shoot off a burst of magic. His inner elf wants to preen at the stunned attention but Tim squashes the stupid impulse. 

Instead, he roars into the silence of the warehouse. The sound of it reverberates off the glass of the windows, completely destroying the ones closest to Tim. Tim’s tail swings back and forth agitatedly as he bears his teeth. The deep black of his smooth scales explode into a brief starburst of color when the light catches them like he’s been armored with plates of black opal. Tim rears his head back and roars with his whole chest this time as his tail slams into the floor and cracks the concrete.

The first roar was an announcement of his presence. The second is a warning to stay away from what is his.

[daranchgod]

BATMAN: BROTHERHOOD

Chapter One

Wayne Manor, 9:38 pm

Tim Drake awoke with a start. “What time is it? How long have I been asleep?” he thought out loud. He jumped up from the couch, still holding the thermos of coffee he had been clutching in his sleep.

“About six hours; basically since you got home.” Tim spun around. The voice came from Dick Grayson, who had been on the opposite couch, reading. “Patrol starts in 20 minutes, but I figured you needed at least a little sleep.” He smiled briefly, then returned to his book, before marking his page and setting it on the coffee table. “Well, I’m gonna go get ready. There’s still coffee in the pot, if Jason hasn’t gotten to it yet.”

Grayson approached a large grandfather clock in the adjacent hallway. But just as he reached for it, it slid out of the way, revealing a menacing figure in grey tactical attire, a leather jacket, and a red helmet. “Me, Bruce, Damian and Uncle TJ are ready, where are you guys?”

“Apparently I passed out on the couch, and Dick was keeping an eye on me,” Tim stated, sipping on what was left of the aforementioned coffee.

“See, Jason? Calm down.” Grayson scooted past the armor-clad figure, into the opening hidden by the clock, which led to a winding staircase.

The other two followed promptly, the clock sliding back into place behind them. The staircase led to an expansive open cave, full of advanced machinery and technology: The Batcave. They approached the main platform, where three figures stood waiting. The first, a boy in red and green kit and a black, hooded cape, resembling a brightly colored shinobi. Despite his stature suggesting that he was only 10 or so, he carried a menacing aura.

The second and third looked oddly similar. Both wore full body, lightly armored suits, with strange, helms and flowing capes. Despite the similarities, there were subtle differences. One wore mostly black, had a bat symbol on his chest, and vertical, pointed ‘horns’. The other wore mostly grey, a bold “O” symbol, and short swooping wings that made up his faceplate.

The two groups met. The boy in the shinobi kit spoke first. “What took you so long? Father, Uncle, Todd and I have been waiting for ages.”

“We’ve been waiting for ten minutes, Damien,” the man in grey spoke, as Tim chuckled at the boy's impatience. "You two, gear up, briefing in ten.” Drake and Grayson rushed towards a wall of small chambers, which act as changing rooms.

—

Gotham City, 10:23 pm

The man in grey, Owlman, sprinted across the rooftops of the Gotham financial district, eyeing an unmarked moving truck. The large eyes on his faceplate held many kinds of visual scanners, allowing him to observe the truck. 12 occupants; one driver, one passenger, ten in the trailer. All armed; three low caliber pistols, 4 automatic rifles, five shotguns. He put two fingers to the side of his helmet, activating his communicator. “I’ve got a white moving truck full of armed men on 8th heading North. Engaging… now.” He leaps off the roof, spreading his cape to glide, and dive bombing the hood of the vehicle. This causes the vehicle to flip end-over-end, rolling and sliding down the empty street. “The vehicle has been incapacitated.”

The voice of the man in black bellows over the comms. “Owlman! Do. Not. Kill them. If you’re going to be on my team, you’re going to follow my rules.”

“Duly noted,” Owlman says, approaching the ‘incapacitated’ vehicle on foot. He rips the back door off, the whine of his suit’s strength-enhancing servos drowned out by the screeching, crunching metal. Only four of the ten men in the rear compartment are still conscious. While two cower in fear, the other two charge him. This is, obviously, a vain effort.

As one approaches the doorway, Owlman grabs their ankle, and throws them over his shoulder, and sends them screaming into a lamppost. The second begins spraying a frenzy of gun fire. He held up his cape, made from flexible metal, reflecting the flurry. He tried to direct them away from the vehicle, but it was too late. 8 of the 12 passengers had been shot dead. “Crap,” Owlman moaned, “he’s gonna chew me out over this.” He grabbed the two survivors from the trailer, tied them up, and approached the cabin.

—

Gotham City, 10:38 pm

As Owlman finishes tying up the four survivors, the man in black appears from the night sky. “Oh, Batman. Took you a while,” Owlman said, a sardonic tone in his voice.

Batman inspected the wreckage, then froze in his tracks. “... … … They’re dead…”

“It was… unavoidable,” Owlman said, cold and uninterested.

Batman grabbed Owlman on the shoulder, turning him to face him. “It is ALWAYS avoidable! There’s always a way to-”

Owlman cut him off. “What about what happened to our parents? Was that ‘avoidable’?” Batman is stunned by his words. “People die, Bruce. People die every day. Some day you’ve got to grow up and accept it. Today, atleast, we were lucky it was just some scumbag merc.”

Bruce paused, still recovering from the shock Owlman’s statement gave him. “Mercenaries?”

“Yes. A little start-up calling themselves, get this, ‘The Black Masks’. Sound familiar?”

“Roman Sionis. But he’s-”

“Dead? Well, yes, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost any following. A martyred leader can do a lot for a people’s morale.” Owlman paused. “They could be on some mad quest for revenge.”

“Just against me? Or all of Sionis’ enemies?” Batman asked.

“Therein lies the rub. We don’t know enough yet. You interrogate these goons, I’ll take Red Robin and check out Sionis Steel.”

“YOU aren’t going anywhere,” Bruce said with a stern tone. ”You’re going back to the cave until further notice.”

“No. No, I don't think I will,” Owlman said with a chuckle. He grappled a nearby building, launched off of it, and glided away.

“Dammit, TJ…” He grunted, sucker punching the truck, leaving a sizable dent. The onlooking survivors shivered in fear at seeing this. Well, the conscious ones, at least.

[n0cturn4]

Series In every universe - 4 . Tim Drake

Character: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: "When did you realize you liked me?" Word Count: 421

It was a gentle afternoon in Gotham, when the last rays of sun painted the sky in gold and pink, casting dancing shadows on the walls of Central Park. The leaves of the trees, already tinged with orange and red, whispered secrets to the wind, and the scent of autumn filled the air with an intoxicating sweetness. You and Tim , your best friend and confidant, were sitting on a bench under the warm shade of a great oak tree.

The conversation flowed like a crystal-clear stream, filled with laughter and shared memories, when suddenly, a pause enveloped the atmosphere. The silence was heavy with unspoken feelings, as if the world around you was waiting for a moment that felt inevitable.

Tim turned to you, his eyes shining with an intensity that made your heart race. "When did you realize you liked me?" The question floated between you, light and full of expectation, like a bird about to take flight.

You hesitated for a moment, recalling all the times you spent together: the adventures, the laughter, and even the tears. And then, with a shy smile, you replied, "When I realized that any place with you was where I wanted to be."

The sincerity in your words was like a beam of light, illuminating what was hidden in the shadows of your heart. Tim's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and joy, and a smile formed on his lips, as if he had found an answer he had always sought.

"So, you really feel that way?" he asked, his voice soft, almost a whisper, as if he feared to break the magic of that moment.

"I do, Tim. Since our paths crossed, you've become my safe place" The words came out with a sincerity that made your heart vibrate.

He leaned a little closer, the gentle breeze wrapping you both in a bubble of intimacy. "I feel it too, and with every moment we spend together, that certainty only grows."

Time seemed to slow as you and Tim looked into each other's eyes, recognizing the depth of a love that had always been there, hidden beneath the layer of friendship. In that instant, between the sunlight and the rustling leaves, the world felt perfect, and every beat of your heart resonated in harmony with his.

The afternoon stretched out before you, filled with promises and possibilities. What had once been a simple meeting in the park was now becoming a landmark in your lives, where love bloomed, as vibrant as the autumn colors surrounding you.

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake & Danny Phantom: Two Lost Souls

So, here’s the thing: Tim Drake and Danny Fenton are kinda like two sides of the same coin, right? Both of them have this deep, gnawing loneliness that follows them around like a shadow. Tim’s always the reliable one, the one everyone leans on, but inside, he’s just as lost as the rest of them. And Danny? He’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders, juggling being a half-ghost while trying to fit in as a regular high school kid.

When they finally meet, it’s like fireworks and disaster all rolled into one. Tim sees in Danny a kindred spirit—someone who knows what it’s like to fight against the odds. But the truth is, they’re both haunted by their pasts. Tim’s trying to live up to the legacy of the Robins before him, and Danny’s just trying to find his place in the world.

In those quiet moments they share, you can see the pain in their eyes. They both carry scars, some physical, others hidden beneath layers of bravado and humor. It’s a fragile connection they have, filled with unspoken words and heavy silences. They want to reach out to each other, to be the support the other desperately needs, but fear holds them back.

What if they get too close? What if they’re both just too broken to be each other’s salvation? Tim’s seen too much death, and Danny’s tasted the darkness that comes with being a ghost. They share a fear that if they lean on one another too hard, they’ll end up shattering.

But then there are those moments when everything feels too heavy. Times when they’re fighting side by side, and one of them gets hurt—just a little too close to the edge. In those seconds, the reality hits them hard: What if one day they lose each other? It’s a thought that makes Tim’s heart race and Danny’s breath hitch. They both know what it’s like to lose someone they care about, and the idea of facing that pain again feels unbearable.

Danny sometimes looks at Tim and thinks, What if I can’t protect him? And Tim, always the strategist, thinks, What if I’m too late next time? They’ve both lost so much already; losing one another would be the breaking point.

But for now, they’re stuck in this endless cycle of longing and loneliness, two lost souls trying to figure out if they can even be saved. The fear of being left behind lingers in the air between them, a tension that keeps them from getting too close, even as they yearn for something more. They know they could have something beautiful if they could just break down those walls—a friendship, a partnership, something more.

And yet, as they stand together, fighting the darkness, they can’t shake the feeling that every battle could be their last. They cling to the hope that maybe, just maybe, they can face whatever comes next together.

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

So I've been dealing with a really bad fever for the last few days, and apparently i had written something i have no recollection of writing so here it is:

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Tim had dug himself into a hole.

To anyone that knew him, that fact wouldn't be too surprising. Tim had always been a very capable individual, but every now and then he became too in love with how capable he was and he would trip over his own ego. Usually the boy could get out of the messes he created, the sudden humbling giving him a clear head, but this time, he didn't think he could climb his way out on his own. 

The first shovel of dirt of this metaphorical hole came over 4 years ago, lining up with the first shovel of dirt of a literal hole. 

Jason Todd had died. Robin had died. 

Batman was in shambles. 

And 13 year old Tim Drake thought that because of the knowledge he had, it was his responsibility to fix him. 

Batman needed a Robin, and despite what Nightwing had implied, Tim was nowhere near cool enough to be Robin. 

So what would make Batman get his own sidekick? If his enemies had one! Batman would be forced to find someone else to deal with the sidekick while he dealt with the actual Rouge. 

The Joker was obviously out. Beyond the fact that the Joker was horrible, Tim may be joining up with a villain but that didn’t mean he wanted Batman to hate him. 

That meant he needed to find someone Batman didn’t enact a lot of violence on. That got rid of the Scarecrow and the various crime bosses (Black Mask, the Penguin, etc.). Bruce had been close to Harvey Dent, but a 50% chance of death was a percentage that was just a little too high for Tim (oh how that would change). Most of the lower tier Rouges (Kite Man, Mad Hatter, etc.) had gone under after the got wind of Batman's fury, not to mention that Tim really didn't want to spend his days smelling like ketchup. Poison Ivy and Killer Croc were cool, but their skills weren't exactly ones Tim could replicate. 

That left Mr. Freeze, Catwoman, Harley Quinn, and the Riddler. 

The Mr. Freeze was more gentle with kids, their “villiainly” being based on the actions of adults, and the latter three were in it for their own interests rather than the purpose of killing or invoking fear, Catowman wanted shiny things, Harley wanted chaos and fun, and while the Riddler didn't share the same soft spot for kids, he respected intelligence. 

Tim chose Catwoman; the least lethal, and the closest with Batman. The skills she could teach him would also be more helpful in other situations.

It took about a week from the day he knocked on Selina Kyle's door to convince her to train him, but soon enough, a couple days before his 14th birthday and a few more calls to 911 about petty thieves left in the wake of Batman’s grief then Tim would have liked, “Stray” entered the scene. 

And his plan was working! 

The first time Batman had seen the second pair of cat ears he had paused mid ass-kicking of a carjacker and followed the duo, leaving the guy with more teeth then the others.

Slowly but surely, as time went on, the punishments the Batman inflicted started to fit the crime. By the time Tim was 15, he even thought he had seen a small upturn at the corner of Bruce’s mouth as he witnessed a bit of friendly banter between the two cats!

This was when the young villain had started to become a tad bit overconfident. In his defense, he had managed to keep his identity hidden from even Oracle! Lifts in his shoes, a voice modulator, make-up to disguise his facial features, along with a set of the same goggles Catwoman had kept and physical information from being revealed, and Tim Drake never interacted with Selina Kyle so there was no reason that anyone should have suspected him.

That overconfidence is what led him to replicate his plan. If one Rouge sidekick had benefits, then two Rouge sidekicks would mean double the benefits!

Solving riddles wasn’t too hard for the young boy, being able to see double meaning and red herrings was a skill taught to him by Janet Drake, and he took to the escape-room-esque plans for his heists quite easily. The thing he couldn’t figure out was creating riddles of his own. Mother had taught him that knowledge was power, you only reveal it if there was something to be gained, so purposely revealing information about his intention, helping his opponent was not something Tim was accustomed to, not bound to the compulsion to always tell the truth.

If the boy truly wanted to replicate the Riddler, then he would have to learn from the man himself.

Convincing the enigmatic man to teach Tim was easier than it had been with Catowman, the impressive display of bypassing the puzzles that hid the location of the game-playing criminal certainly helping.

Now, 15 years old with an unexplained skill boost in his AP Lang class (the lessons on wordplay were a definite help), The Riddler’s protege, ‘The Puzzler’ became the newest addition to the Gotham Rogues. He resented that name by the way. It was supposed to be Sibyl or Sphinx, they were on theme because they spoke in riddles and though he would deny it, the use of greek figures were his own little way of mocking Oracle, who still couldn’t figure out his identity. But apparently Poison Ivy and the Riddler had brunch once a month (something about being the green Rouges?) and she had heard the Riddler refer to him as “the little puzzle piece” when he was talking about his apprentice and the puzzle theme stuck despite how uncreative the name was.

This is when things became a bit hectic. Not only did Tim have to hide his nightlife from Batman and his parents, now he had to keep his two mentors from realizing that their mentees were the same person. 

He managed to convince Selina that the reason he was so busy lately was the AP classes that came with sophomore year, and while it wasn’t a lie, it certainly wasn’t the full story.

Nygma was easier to deceive. Tim had refrained from sharing his actual identity with the man (just because he would tell the truth in his puzzles for the sake of theme didn’t mean that he would be sharing personal information if it wasn’t needed. The only reason he hadn't hid it from Selina was to gain her trust, something that wasn’t needed with the Riddler) so just saying that he was busy was enough.

All the effort was worth it though. Things kept getting better.

Nightwing was seen in Gotham more often, and Spoiler (someone who Tim initially thought was trying to steal his thing by being a sidekick of the Cluemaster, only to realize she was working against him) had been seen fighting alongside the Batman one or twice. 

On an unrelated note, Stephiane Brown suddenly had her tuition for Gotham Academy paid for in full by the newly created Jason Todd Foundation.

Since things were going so well, he decided to push his luck a little further.

Unfortunately for Tim, he would soon realize the reason he was known for his bad luck in the future.

It started off like other times. Tim convinced Harley Quinn to take him under her wing, and “Ace” made their debut along with Tim’s 5 in AP Psych (Thank you Dr. Quinzel).

Steph and Tim happened to share a few classes together, and went from study buddies (Tim helping her in Chem, and Steph helping him in American History) to close friends.

Spoiler officially joined the Bats, and there were rumors of another bat joining the clan as well. Well there were no actual rumors, but the newest Wayne kid, Cassandra, had started joining him and Steph at their lunch table so her becoming a new bat wouldn’t be too surprising.

Soon enough though, things went to shit.

To start off, the first time Spoiler met Ace, she threw a brick at his head.

Second, His parents had caught him sneaking out and had grounded him, meaning that he now had to wait until they did their last check on his room at 12:00 to sneak out. 

The lack of sleep was starting to catch up to the highschooler. Handling 3 separate nightlife identities was hard enough, but doing so while exhausted was even harder.

After pulling an all nighter to study for a test the night before, he had gone to Selina’s apartment dressed as Ace, and had both costumes not been mostly black he would have been undoubtedly caught before he managed to fix his mistake.

Puzzler once spent a whole night sounding like Stray, and he didn’t think that his “sore throat” lie was all that believable.

Tim accidentally made a cat pun instead of a bat one when engaging in vaguely flirty banter with Spoiler as Ace and Harley had set him down to have the talk, stating that she would love him no matter who he liked and she would be happy to serve as a wingman for him and Catwoman’s protege. It would be funny if it wasn’t so embarrassing.

Third, Cassandra Wayne definitely knew something.

Tim’s “rumors” were right. 2 weeks after Cass had first joined their table Black Bat made herself known. By pinning Puzzler to the ground.

The next day Cass spent the entire lunch period staring at Tim. When he attempted to throw her off by invoking a mix of Stray and Ace’s mannerisms she stopped staring, instead choosing to freak Tim out more by smiling knowingly. At his wide eyes she mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key only throwing Tim off further. Cass was too smart to not have known, but there was no reason she wouldn’t tell if she did know, right?

Last, but not least, and the worst of all:

Jason Todd was alive.

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I have no clue where i was going with that last line, but i see a vision, so I'm hoping it will come back to me, but if not, any suggestions or constructive criticism (or a better puzzle themed name for tim) would be helpful

[thealtoduck]

Parachute

Tim Drake x Riddler Sidekick!Male Reader

Warnings: Superhero violence, emotional conflict, Reader lowkey accepting the posibility of death (he dosen’t die tho)…

Summary: While on a mission from the Riddler you are shocked by the boy wonders investigation skills…

Part 1

Based on the song ”Parachute” by Caroline Polachek. One of the most beautiful songs i’ve heard.

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The wooden crate you were hidden inside rattled as it was loaded on to the cargo plane. Eddie had sent you on a mission to steal some new rare parts for one of his plans to outsmart the Bat.

Query and Echo had dressed up as airport workers and smuggled you in to the airport in the crate to be loaded on to the cargo plane. The rattling stopped and for few minutes it was silent, then the planes engines started making the crates vibrate.

You waited till the plane evened out and then you broke open the top of the wooden box and climbed out. You snuck around seeing if they’re were any guards. The coast was clear so you started breaking up boxes to find what you were looking for, eventually you found the parts you were looking for and started shoving them in your backpack.

Then you heard a voice behind you ”Riddle me this, how many Robins does it take to find out the Riddler’s plan and put an end to it?”. You turned around, sighed and stated grumpily ”That’s not even a riddle”.

Both of you took a fighting stance and he said ”The answer is one”. You scoffed and said ”God you’re a loser” and you attacked eachother sending quick punches and jabs at each other. The two of you had always been at a pretty equal fighting level but with different styles.

Robin’s style incorperated better and more polished technique and was more planned out meanwhile your’s used more brute strength and had an element of unpredictabilty. So the two of you usually ended up needing to outsmart the other to win.

You easily blocked and redircted each others attacks leaving you at a stalemate trying to predict your opponents next move. You thought you had a way to get the upper hand so you grabbed the crowbar you had used to break open the boxes that laid on the floor and swung it at him.

But he grabbed on to your wrist and squeezed it forcefully, you tried to jab him in the face with your other hand but he caught your fist. He twisted your arms making you drop the crowbar. He then gave you a kick in the leg making you fall to the ground and he pinned you too the ground.

Robin said cockily ”Not so tough now Y/n” making your eyes go wide. When you joined Riddler he had promised to wipe every trace of your existence making sure you were the only one who truly knew about your past and your real name, which is why he gave you the nickname ”Clue”, only you had the answer.

The prospect of Batman and his sidekick digging in to your past scared you. At first you uttered a shoked ”How do you know that name?” then shock and fear turned to anger making you yell ”How to you know that name!” at the top of your lungs.

Robin was caught off guard by your temper shift and you used it to rock your head forward, headbutting him on the nose. He lost the controlled grip of your wrist and you used an arm and ripped him of off you by his cape throwing him to the floor beside you.

You quickly started looking for an escape route suddenly remebering you’re on a cargo plane meaning you only had one option. You looked around and saw a parachute bag that you quickly grabbed and pulled on.

Robin had gotten up from the floor and was bleeding from his nose from your headbutt. He started running at you and you ran towards the closest airplane door. When you found one and put your hand on the handle Robin yelled ”Y/n, wait!”.

”Please listen” he said in a somewhere inbetween begging and commanding tone. You stood with one hand on the handle and glared at him giving the impression that at the slightest movement he made towards you, you’d open the door and you’d both be sucked in to the open air, falling to the ground.

”The winds are to strong it’s not safe, there’s no telling where they would take you” he warned you. ”How do you know my name?” you asked vemomously one last time. ”We did a lot of digging and we managed to track down your dad, your mom too… we saw where you grew up, we know how you ended up here” he explained.

You only stared at him. ”Please Y/n, we want to help you, we want to give you the shot you never got, all you have to do is surrender”. ”Sure, like i can trust you, i’ll go with you and when we land they’ll take me straight to arkham” you said.

”Y/n listen, i promise you that we want to give you the help you need” Robin explained. You found yourself thinking… you could leave it all behind, your life of crime, your past… gone as water under the bridge.

But to abandon Eddie, Query and Echo… they were more than just your team and they were never leaving the life of crime… sure you had once had a dream that the four of you could leave Gotham and just live a normal life together like a weird messed up sit-com family but you knew that it was just that, a dream.

You were so deep in thought you didn’t notice Robin inching slightly closer to you. ”They’d come to find me if i left” you stated. ”We’ll keep you safe, i’ll make sure of it” Robin answered. He held out a hand and said ”Y/n, please come with me”.

You looked at him for some reason you trusted him, even though he was your rival he seemed genuine. There was something appealing about the thought of a clean slate and a new life. You slowly reached your hand out towards his when a voice cut through the silence.

”Robin, we’re approaching the plane, we contacted Arkham, they’re making a cell ready” Robin’s communicator sounded out through the room. You face quickly turned in to a glare. ”Y/n, i promise it’s not what you-” he started but you quickly turned to the plane door and opened it making a strong wind blow through out the plane.

You spared Robin one last death stare before jumping out in to the open air. The blast of the wind was the only thing audible to you as you fell through the air, The plane was just flying out above over the water of the Gotham River.

You then pulled the ripcord setting of the parachute and you felt as if your body was jerked to a stop as the parachute deployed. Now you were slowly drifting towards Gotham. You looked to be out in the middle of Gotham River.

In a way seeing Gotham felt as if going home or at least the closest thing you had to home. The sparkling lights of the city from above was the most inviting you’d ever seen this hellhole of a city look.

Then you remembered what was waiting in Gotham, cops, Arkham and Bat-Clad vigilantes and all off sudden the winds changed blowing you back out towards the river. The water was probably full of waves and cold as ice, but you didn’t panic despite those unappealing qualities it still looked inviting, the waves were dark but sparkly from the lights of the city.

Then suddenly a strong winds started again blowing you back towards Gotham, towards strip malls, highways and treetops and everything else the city had to offer. It came closer and closer…

And finally you landed.

On the soft ground on the very edge of the city facing Gotham River, you untangled yourself from the parachute and took it off your shoulders. You didn’t know where to go or what to do now all you knew was that you needed a break from both vigilantes and the Riddler.

You went and found a motel to check in to and as soon you entered your room, you threw of your backpack, dropped on to the bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

A Haunting's Purpose

by tinktheloser He slowly moved the beam of his flashlight in a careful circle around him. A gasp ripped from his chest when the light shone on a deathly pale face not a foot away from him. He was barely able to catch himself before his hands could strike out defensively. The intensity of his startlement caught him off guard. The child before him appeared worryingly frail, with an ashen pallor to the skin drawn taut over their small frame. Dark, matted hair hung in damp clumps to nearly brush the top of their shoulders. Hidden somewhat behind their rugged fringe, their eyes–their eyes– Bruce clamped down on whatever primal fear kept trying to steal the air from his lungs. The child’s eyes looked directly at him, their wispy brows pinched in a small frown. However, in a manner determined to make his skin crawl, the grey fog blanketed their pupils, one he recognized from corpses. He carefully tucked his initial reactions from behind one of his many masks and quickly lowered the flashlight. “Hey there,” he said, slowly easing to his knees. “My name is Bruce. Are you alright?” Words: 4454, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Superman/Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Original Child Character(s), Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Diana (Wonder Woman), John Constantine Relationships: Bruce Wayne & Original Character(s), Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne, Duke Thomas & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Ghosts, Past Character Death, Original Character Death(s), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Sentient Gotham City, no beta we die like every batfam character dammit, Bruce put those adoption papers down this kid isn't even alive, Bruce Wayne Needs a Break, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, John Constantine is So Done, Author Is Sleep Deprived, DC stands for "Disregard Canon", Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/aKw47EV

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Steph: Hey, wouldn't it be hilarious if all B's villains had backstories like the new Disney villain-centric movies?

Barbara: Explain.

Tim: Oh! I get it is like Riddler is evil because a riddle killed his mom!

Barbara: But wouldn't that make so he hated riddles?

Tim: Maybe he hated his mom? You don't know!

Duke: Or maybe he hates riddles and uses them to stop himself and protect the world for the evil he truly represents... Nah, that's stupid.

Barbara: No, no go on.

Steph: It was funny as hell.

Duke: The Riddler hating riddles was not the stupid conspiracy theory I thought I would make for Tim today.

Barbara: How many conspiracy theories did you even made for Tim?

Tim: Does the ones he made for Bernard count?

Duke: A magician never revels their secrets.

Barbara: You're not a magician.

Steph: He could be. Anyway before this ends up with someone giving Duke a box of magic tricks for begginers made for seven year olds *looks pointedly at Babs, she shrugs* my idea was that the number two died trying to save Two-Face's grandma from the other numbers.

Barbara: Okay, this one makes more sense. What about Scarecrow lost his puppie because of a horror movie?

Tim: You judge me but that means Crane would hate fear. So check mate.

Barbara: No, no, hear me out, he lost the puppie because the dog was too brave and stayed during the whole movie. If if had runned afraid it would have been fine.

Duke: My turn! I present all the books they had falled into Mad Hatter's dad killing him except somehow the Alice in Woonderland book that stayed in the shelve so he sweared to never read another book ever again?

Steph: Love it.

Cass: *was always there but hidden in the corner* Great. May I?

Duke, Tim and Steph:*surprised jump scare noises*

Babs: Please. Be our guest.

Cass: Killer Moth was raised by moths. Bruce accidentaly killed his third aunt as a child because he tried to pick it and show Alfred but was too strong.

Duke: You are a genius.

Steph: It's better than whatever official backstory he has.

Dick: *just came back from a mission* What are you guys doing?

Tim: Creating stupid rogues origin stories.

Dick: It seems fun. Let me try... huh... Oswald became Penguin because a Penguin flew through his window the moment he was considering becaming a criminal .

Damian: *was in the mission with Dick* May I try? Joker is a villain because his mother had depression and his jokes never made her happy.

Dick: Holy shit! Too heavy, lil D.

Duke: Sadge.

Tim: It looks like a soap opera plot.

Damian: I DO NOT watch soap operas with umi. SHUT UP!

Tim: Whoa there is a lot to unpack here.

Damian: Say one more word and I'll kill you Drake.

Duke: My bet is on Dami.

Cass: Bet Tim survives but barely.

Dick: Let's all calm down a bit. Maybe Joker became a villain because a mean kid said he wasn't funny.

Jason: *coming out of nowhere* What about Joker became a villain because he sucks?

Steph: That's just real life, Jay. We are trying to have fun here.

Jason: *rolls his eyes* Fine. Let me try again. All of B villains had their family killed by a bat. All of them. The same day, the same bat. Better?

Steph: Amazing!

Tim: Wait a second.

Damian: What now, Drake?

Tim: Bane has a Cruella type backstory!

Babs: *eyes getting huge* Holy shit he kindda has.

Cass: Explain.

Tim: When in the pit because a lot of irrelevant trauma things Bane had nightmares with a half bat half man creature attacking him so his solution was to crack B's spine in half.

Dick: Okay we need to make a Cruella Bane song.

Babs: Is not that close of a backstory.

Dick: So you don't want a Cruella Bane song?

Babs: Good point. I stand corrected.

[cherubic-cherry]

The Tragedy Comedy, and Miracle that is Tim Drake snippet

Wordlessly he took a step closer to Tim and for the first time, the idea crossed his mind that this guy who had the muscle mass of a supreme athlete could possibly be playing the super, super, super, super long game (that involved buying cough medicine) to rob a nine-year-old boy whose parents are nowhere to be seen.

That fear quickly melted off once the boy kneeled in front of him making him a bit shorter than Tim. Silently he slipped off his brown leather jacket and put it around Tim’s shoulders.

Tim was quick to protest. " I have a coat at home, I don’t need this and you should wear it since it’s cold out" he would’ve rambled on if it wasn’t for the fact that he was quickly quiet.

" don’t worry about me, I live right around the corner and I have a concerning amount of jackets just like this one, it’s comical, honestly you would be doing me a favor by preventing me from turning into a cartoon character." Tim giggled.

He knew that he shouldn’t accept it, but it was so impossibly warm. The heaviness of it felt like a hug and the fact that it was majorly oversized made it feel like a blanket wrapped around him. His parents would tell him that it was rude to accept it, but neither of them had been offered a coat in 30-degree weather.

" Are you sure?" Tim asked.

" I want you to," he replied, and Tim remembered that the boy giving him his coat didn’t even tell him his name. Tim felt rude not asking but the hidden face made it feel like he wasn’t supposed to ask, but still.

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