#timberlina

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Death, taxes, and Lewis wearing his timbs everywhere

[thedevilundercover]

my perpetual state of being is going: hey, that piece of media + this fanfic + another headcanon + a bajillion other stuff would make the perfect fic

totally unrelated to that, I have another fic idea

Timbuktu but he’s a shady medic. He’s also aged up bc why not

He’s lost his parents, he’s lost his fortune, he’s now living in crime alley. Great, stellar, it’s whatever, then he finds a whole ass child bleeding out in an alley

Because Timber has, like, a saviour complex, he’s like ok I’m going to carry this random child into my shitty apartment. When he finishes patching the child he passes out and the next day the child is gone.

Timmy’s like great, he’s gone, idgaf. But no, Timberly, you made a mistake. Bc the child told *other children* about him. Now he was running an under ground medic for homeless children, he’s totally fine, the compartmentalisation skills are coming in hand.

The first kid he saved, Jason, disappeared one day, Tim’s confused and worried (he doesn’t care for him, no sir, why would you say that?) then he’s like ohhhh new Robin = Jason

Then Robin dies, and he’s… *more hurt than he had thought he would be*

After a while he’s still sad, but it’s better, he’s still taking care of the children. Bc it’s what Jason would have wanted, but the fucking red hood gang captures him.

He’s like ohhhhh fuck, this is the end besties. But for some reason this goon named Gary ruined it all. Gary was a little dumb and he ruined the entire terrorising part of the kidnapping.

Jason apparently wanted to kill him because he forgot him? Bullshit? He was depressed?

[satanslittlefucker]

Jason: Fuck's wrong with Timberlina over there?

Tim, hunched over the batcomputer, eyes feverish, slightly shaking: Drank two mugs of dark coffee and then a slightly larger jug of light coffee today. Think I'm gonna see God in a bit now.

Dick: ...should i call B?

Damian, setting another cup next to Tim: Not yet, Grayson. I'm curious to see how long before Drake starts seeing the ghosts of my ancestors.

[magnoliasandarson]

stick

Tim: I can't crack this case. My skull is about to implode. Stephanie: Bit dramatic, Timberlina. Tim: I just want my brain to give me good thoughts, please, fuck. Stephanie: Smack it with a stick. Tim: My brain? Stephanie: Did I stutter? Tim: I think you just described a lobotomy.

[wondersinwaynemanor]

some conversations between Tim and Steph

Steph: It's not working anymore, Tim.

Tim: I know. I'm sorry, Steph.

Steph: Don't be. We tried our best.

Tim: We did.

Tim: We're still going to be friends, right?

Steph: Bitch, please, we're family!!!

---

Tim: Hey, Steph. I'm bisexual.

Steph: Ayyy, welcome to the club, Timberlina.

Steph: I've always known.

Tim: HOW???

Steph: You're anything but discreet, Tim.

Steph: And your Tumblr page has reblogs of shirtless men on it.

Tim: I don't have Tumblr!!!!

Steph:

Tim: No one needs to know!!!!

Steph: But I know you, Timothy Drake!!

---

Steph: Tim, I need your help.

Tim: On what exactly?

Steph: I've been pining on Cass since I've laid eyes on her!!

Tim: Of course you are.

Steph: AM I THAT OBVIOUS???? WHO TOLD YOU???

Tim: I know you, Stephanie Brown!!!

Tim: And we're a house full of detectives.

Steph: Yes, but apparently, not all of you are very good readers when it comes to feelings.

Tim: That includes you.

Steph: I'm not that bad!!!

---

Steph and Tim at the same time:

Steph: Help me arrange a date with Cass!!!

Tim: Help me arrange a date with Kon!!

Steph: Sometimes it's scary how similar we are.

Tim: We're family after all.

Tim: But shall we have PowerPoint presentations on the ideas of the dates?

Steph: That's not necessary.

Tim: I like to plan.

Steph: As long as I get to choose the next color of your nails.

Tim: Deal.

[muuuumin]

List of Jason's nicknames for Tim, in no particular order except the 1st one because Babybird is best (this is headcanon)

Babybird

Baby

Little Red

Timmy

Drake

Rich boy

Replacement

Boy Wonder

Timbers

Timberlina

Timburrito

TimTam

Timbit

Timbo

Baby

Princess

Little Bird

Birdie

Bird boy

Red

[holyadoptionpapersbatman]

Wendolyn "Wendy" Jane

Here's a fic idea that I'll never be able to flesh out because I'm super burned out, but here's my take on a TimKon Clonebaby AU!!

***

So, when Tim was kicked out of the window, he didn't bother to call Kon because he thought the whole encounter he had with him was a hallucination. But, he's calm. And an extra thought he had as he fell was that his and Kon's clone-baby is secured with Martha Kent.

"I can't wait to meet you, Wendy," he says as he falls.

No one catches Tim.

Dick was too late.

Another family member he wasn't fast enough to catch.

***

Kon, Bart, Cassie and the rest of YJ had been devastated when they heard the news. Tim's body was going to be cremated, so chances of him being brought back to life by enemies would be nonexistent.

To comfort himself, Kon walks into the room Wendy had been lightly snoring in.

When Kon came back with Bart, he was surprised to see this baby in Ma's arms, wondering if he actually landed himself in an alternate dimension. But when Ma explained the circumstances of her birth, that Tim tried creating clones of him and Bart to bring them back into his life, Kon gently took the baby into his arms and wept. Then, he went to find Tim.

He didn't think Tim was crazy, but the whole time he was with him, Tim was definitely not in his right mind.

Now, Wendy won't know who her other dad was. Because Tim's gone.

But not completely gone.

Unlike Kon and Bart who left only memories of themselves, Tim left this child. She's not Tim, but she's made with all of his desperation and love.

Kon, after a few hours of mourning, vows to take care of her the best he could.

***

"Pa, why I haf two fiwst names?" Wendy asks one night as she's tucked into bed, after her first day of school. "An' why's my nickname Wendy?"

Kon chuckled. "Your nickname is Wendy because it's the name of my favorite character from my and your daddy's favorite show," he explained, also tucking in her favorite stuffed animal since she was a baby - a chubby, red duck called Mr. Duck. She immediately hugs it close to her and snuggles into its head. Mr. Duck gave out a hearty 'QUACK!' that sounds a lot like Tim's voice.

Kon's heart doesn't ache anymore. Just bursts with love.

Then, picking up the book, 'How to be a Pirate', Kon opens it and flips it to the bookmarked page, a new chapter of when Hiccup and the rest of the Hooligan boys discovers a coffin. This is the 19th time they're reading this book. And it will take 20 more times until they move on to the next book of the How to Train Your Dragon series.

"Your name 'Jane' is from your daddy's mom's name. Her name was 'Janet', and your dad was downright a mama's boy," he continued, causing Wendy to giggle.

"An' Daddy's name's Tim, wight?" she asked.

"Timothy, actually," said Kon. "Timothy Jackson Drake. He has a long name like you. But he likes being called Tim. Just Tim. Not Timmy. Not TJ. And definitely not Timberlina."

Wendy cackles loudly, kicking her legs up and repeating with her lisps Tim's funny 'Timberlina' nickname over and over.

Then, once she's done laughing, Kon starts reading.

The chapter isn't even over and his little girl, his and Tim's little girl, is already asleep.

***

There was a skateboard in the attic. It was right beside this box full of envelopes and journals handwritten by her late Dad, and it had some kind of engine at its base. It also had a whole bunch of scratches on its underside.

It's also one of the most beautiful things 12 years old Wendy had ever seen.

"Pa!" she shouts, running down the stairs to the kitchen, finding Aunt Pru and Aunt Cassie burning down her Pa's stove, like usual. She turns to her Pa who had his head in his hands, most likely trying to calculate how much he needs to buy himself a new stove. "Pa, can we buy me a skateboard?"

Aunt Pru smirks. "Tryin' ta' get cool with the boys, are we?"

Wendy rolls her eyes. Her? Getting cool with the boys? Not a chance. She couldn't fit in with anyone if she tried.

She's heard stories of her dad being able to become friends with anyone, from jocks to nerds. He wasn't popular, but people of all kinds just seem to be able to hang out with him with no trouble.

Not to mention, both of her dads looked unfairly handsome in their teens. It really wasn't fair when the beauty gene doesn't get passed down or genetically inputted into her. Ugh.

But, scratch that!

"Pa! Can we?? Buy a skateboard?"

Pa glanced to his stove. Then to Wendy.

It really wasn't a choice to begin with.

"Sure, I also know someone who could teach you," he said.

***

"YOU ACCIDENTALLY SENT MY DAUGHTER BACK TO THE PAST?!"

Bart rolled his eyes. "It wasn't an accident. She was meant to go for a little time-travel adventure!"

"Of course you'd know that," muttered Kon.

Away from them, Lizzie laughed. "I remember my time-travel adventure!" she said, ignoring Jon's deadpan stare towards her and Damian's completely subtle wince. "I got an A+ on my essay!!"

Kon ignored Lizzie and started pacing the floor. "Our timeline could be changing and we wouldn't even know it!"

"Thank you!" Jon said, throwing his hands up finally feeling validated.

Damian rolled his eyes. "We're fine, aren't we? The universe isn't getting destroyed or fading from existence. Additionally, Allan did mention she was meant to travel back in time."

Bart wiped a fake tear away from his eye. "Thanks, Dames."

Damian scoffed.

On Wendy's side, she was standing right in front of an abandoned warehouse in Paris. Or, to be more specific, an abandoned Lex Corp Cloning Facility.

She clutched the letter in her hand and stepped inside.

'I guess I'm illegally a Parisian,' thought Wendy as she walked through the creepy halls, further down into where the cloning tech could be.

Then, finally, she reached it, the big, green 'ATTEMPT 100 SUCCESS' glaring back at her.

Looking before the railings, she finds a familiar figure. One she's only seen in pictures. But, instead of the strong, smart and confident hero, she sees the most broken and saddest teenager in existence.

"Dad..." she calls, heartbroken.

Her dad's head snap's up, but he slowly stands protectively, clutching the bundle in his arms closer to his chest.

He takes one look at Wendy, and--

He...

He relaxes. He relaxes his hold. His stance. His everything.

He goes up to Wendy, a hand reaching out to gently caress her face.

"You have my mom's eyes," he said.

Wendy smiled back at him. "Yeah," she says, her voice almost a whisper.

"You have Kon's stupid smile, too."

Wendy rolls her eyes. "Pa keeps telling me it's your stupid smile, Dad."

Her Dad laughs. He's almost in disbelief. But.

"How are you here?" he asked.

Wendy opened her mouth, then carefully chose her words. "You left a letter for me. For my sixteenth birthday. I'm not going to get into detail what you wrote in it but, you said it was okay to tell you that you encouraged me to head to the past and--- here I am."

Her dad's brows scrunched together, the same way she saw in stolen pics how her own brows does.

"And you're okay to be in the same... vicinity as... your past self?" he asked.

Wendy nodded her head. "Uncle Damian told me so!"

Her dad laughed, bewildered. "Uncle Damian!?"

Wendy nodded. "He's an ass, but his heart is made of gold." She reached a hand out for her Dad to take. "I have so much family growing up, Dad. I... I have so much to tell you."

Nobody told Wendy how her Dad died. Or when he died. Just that he did.

So, lets her Dad take her to this apartment he rented. It was barely touched, there wasn't even the mess he was known for making. She guesses the mess was down at the clone labs.

But, once the both of them settled down, her dad changed into more comfortable clothing. And. It was almost like looking at a mirror.

Wendy's heart burst with emotion.

From there, they both exchanged stories of their lives until it turned morning.

She watched as how tenderly her Dad held her baby-self with the same love her Pa gave her. She longed for it. But. She couldn't stay any longer. She felt the timer Uncle Bart gave her vibrate in her pocket.

"I have to go back," she said.

Her dad nodded, gently laying her baby self in the middle of the bed. Then, he turned to her with his arms open wide.

Wendy took it. She hugged him back just as tightly.

Then, after a heartfelt goodbye, she left the apartment.

And then, she disappeared home.

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

Asking the Batkids “How do you want to die?”

Jason: I would like to mention that I’ve already died

Dick: Jay we get it, you’ve died. Please stop making jokes about it. Anyway, I would like to die protecting my family

Steph: The fact that you didn’t say of old age speaks to your mental health. I really don’t care how I die, just that Tim remembers to cover my corpse in glitter and then cremate me, so I’m both fabulous after death, and so Ra’s can’t do shit to my dead body

Jason: You really think Timberlina here’s gonna live longer then you? The kid has the survival instincts of a wet paper bag

Tim: Rude, but honestly I’m beginning to think I can’t die given all the shit I’m been through. Unfortunately.

Duke: Am I going to turn out that depressed too? And like Steph said, old age

Damian: I simply will not die.

Tim: Haven’t you already died as well?

Damian: Shut up Drake, I’ll last longer then you for certain. You should better your diet if you want to live anywhere near as long as me

Dick: Awww, Dami you care! Also Tim he’s right. You can’t survive on Kraft Mac and Cheese forever

Tim: Am I hearing some hypocrisy from Mr. I Eat Lucky Charms For Every Meal?

Cass, watching as they all bicker: I would like to die knowing that my family loves me and that they know I love them

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Brothers

whumptober23 day 13- cold compress fandom- batman TW- sickness summary- Tim is definitely not sick. Jason disagrees.

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Tim feels absolutely awful. His head is pounding and he can’t even look at his computer screen to try and work through a case. Currently, he’s squinting at paper file about the latest suspicious shipments, but the words keep swimming in his head.

Maybe he should drink some coffee. Yup. That will definitely help. He stands up from his couch and manages two steps before dizziness overtakes him and he ends up on the floor. 

He groans and tries to push himself up but his arms tremble.

Whatever, the floor is pretty comfy anyway. But coffee. He tries to push himself up again. He can’t be weak. He can’t afford to be. He has to go on patrol tonight.

Which means he needs to be awake enough for it. So coffee. He manages to get up and stumble to the kitchen.

He’s in the middle of trying to steady his hand so he can pour the coffee grounds into the coffee maker when he hears his window slide open. He startles, dropping the coffee grounds which spill over the floor. He’s about to be sad about that, but then the vertigo from spinning around hits and he has to grip the counter to stay upright while fighting back nausea.

“Hey, Timberlina, I’m here to grab some files.”

It’s Jason.

Tim can’t help but feel annoyed. Jason has his own files. He doesn't need to steal Tim’s. But he doesn't want to open his mouth to say any of this because if he does he’s afraid he’s going to throw up.

“Tim?” Jason pokes his head into the kitchen, sees him catalog the dropped coffee and Tim who has a white knuckled grip on the counter to keep himself from falling over. “Shit, Tim. What’s wrong with you?”

Tim wants to give him the middle finger, but holding on to the counter is the only thing keeping him upright. So, he settles for scowling aggressively, but Jason just snorts.

Tim opens his mouth to tell Jason to get out, but immediately shuts it again as the nausea intensifies. He sways slightly before tightening his grip on the counter.

And wow, he should really be more aware of his surrounding because suddenly Jason’s in front of him reaching a hand out toward Tim’s head. He flinches back.

“Calm down, Timberly, I’m checking if you have a fever.

“I’m not sick.” Tim says through gritted teeth.

“Sure you aren’t.” Jason says but his hand is now on Tim’s forehead and he’s scowling. “You’re burning up.”

“I’m fine.” the nausea has subsided slightly, but Tim still feels dizzy.

Jason doesn’t dignify that with a response. Then he sighs. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.”

“I said–”

“You’re fine. I know. Which means you’re perfectly well enough to clean up the coffee grounds.”

Tim gulped, glancing down at the mess. The idea of having to bend down made the nausea spike.

“That’s what I thought. Now either you go lay down on your own, or I’ll carry you.”

“I–” 

Jason raised an eyebrow.

Tim took a slow breath and let go of the counter. He hadn’t even managed it one step before a wave vertigo overtook him and he felt his legs give out. He expects to hit the ground, but instead strong arms catch him and pick him up. Tim looks up into Jason’s face, but he’s not looking at him.

Jason walks quickly and Tim is promptly deposited onto his bed. Jason exits his bedroom and Tim wonders if Jason’s has left. But a moment later, Jason walks back in carrying a bowl, a cup with water, and a cold compress. 

“What…” Tim starts, but doesn’t know how to continue.

Jason sets the cup down on the bedside table, lifts the bowl saying, “If you need to puke,” before setting it by the bed. Then he lays the cold compress across Tim’s forehead and Tim sighs in relief. 

“I’ll let you get some sleep.” Jason says and turns to go.

“Wait–” 

Jason pauses.

And Tim really must be sick because he continues. “Please don’t go.”

Jason doesn’t move and Tim resigns himself to Jason leaving. But after a moment Jason sighs, going to sit down in an armchair in the corner of the room. “Fine. But you better get some sleep.” Then, out of one of his cargo pants pockets, Jason pulls out a small book.

Tim opens his mouth to tease him, but shuts his mouth as Jason starts to read outloud.

“Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.”

And as Jason continued to read, Tim fell asleep.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Timberlina is taking over my dumb goop brain, fucking asshole

[curiositeath]

now I Gotta know about Jason and the technicolor dye job

😈 hhhehehe lizard dot jpeg

like so many things I try to write, this started as a silly romp of an idea—a multipov 5 + 1 fic where several of the batkids dye jason's lazarus skunk fringe various colours—that rapidly pivoted into knife territory a la the batkids navigating Emotions.

predictably and perfectly purple, it all begins with Steph.

The video jerks as if from an involuntary twitch. “Allow me, Master Jason,” Alfred intercedes smoothly, stepping into frame and holding up an antique hand mirror worth more than Steph’s entire apartment building. Absolute silence, and then—  “Where is she.” An actual roar: Timberlina wasn’t exaggerating!  “Well I think purple really suits you, Little Wing,” Dick says off camera just as the video cuts. Steph giggles, wriggling in her bed with victorious satisfaction, and shoots Tim a quick series of emojis—the laughing while crying one, the kissy face, and the purple heart—before flopping onto her stomach to scroll through instagram. She’s got at least another 10 minutes of fucking around before she has to do the 5 minute race to get ready and 9 minute run to make it to class 3 minutes after it starts. Her plan changes drastically at the sound of the fire-escape window opening and a heavy boot doing nothing to hide its owner’s entry.  “How could you leave without seeing your handiwork, Blondie?” Steph does what any good vigilante would do and gets the fuck outta there.  ~ When Steph joins the Bats for dinner at the Manor later that week, she catches Jason styling his vivid purple fringe in a window. His expression looks softer, relaxed, like when he does his rounds at the orphanages in the Bowery. Warmth fills her chest and she heads to the dining room before he can spot her and switch to his usual smirk or snark. 

and, as promised, a poem:

a heartbeat of light sings so sweetly in the night brightest when in flight

wip ask game og post

[arobinwithoutbatman]

Dick is the only person in the entire world who can call him Timmy.

Jason has plenty of nicknames for him including, but not limited to; Timmers, Timbo, Timberlina, TimTam. All of which Tim re fine with because that's just what Jason does.

Barbara and Alfred just stick with Tim because he's always introduced himself as Tim, never as Timothy. The only people who regularly used his full name were his parents and they never seemed to get the memo that he didn't like his full name that much.

If Alfred ever calls him Tim rather than Master Tim, he knows he's in trouble.

Dick will occasionally use his full government name because Tim is about to do something incredibly reckless in the Belfry and he must immediately be stopped.

[thedevilundercover]

Jason: How old are you actually, Timberlina?

Tim, thinking about it:… do you mean physically, mentally, or the amount of years I have been in existence

Damian, unapologetically eavesdropping: TT, what are you going in about drake

Jason: uhh the amount of years you’ve been in existence?

Tim: 35 years

Jason:

Damian:

The entire Batfam:

everyone: what the fuck tim?

[radiates-confusion]

As someone who has probably only read 2 comics and a graphic-novel-that-could-be-called-a-comic, my favourite subtle headcanon around the Batfam is this:

✨Jason (favourably consciously) refuses to call Tim by his name.✨

This probably comes from all the ao3 fics and all that, but just 'Timbers' this 'TimTam' that. 'Timberlina' is a personal favourite, it's just... Peak siblings.

[nerdybirdboy]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

LEGAL NAME: Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne NICKNAME[S]: Tim, Timmy, Timtam, Timber, Timberlina (and a lot of other Tim-names), Robin, Red Robin, Mister Sarcastic, Alvin Draper. DATE OF BIRTH: 19 July GENDER: Male PLACE OF BIRTH: Gotham, NJ CURRENTLY LIVING: Gotham, NJ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, ASL, Spanish, German, French, Russian, Cantonese and Swedish (yes, I added the last one since I speak it myself). EDUCATION: Some High School. HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Dark blue HEIGHT: 139-160 cm (4′7″- 5′3″), 47-55 kg (103.6-121 lbs)

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S]: Biological - none, adopted - Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne. PARENT[S]: Jack & Janet Drake (deceased), Dana Winters-Drake (stepmum, deceased), Bruce Wayne (adoptive father). RELATIVE[S]: None CHILDREN: None PET[S]: None

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual, panromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Verse dependent, but main partner is Emilio Rosali in most verses. SINCE WHEN: Since... some time ago?

Stolen from: @thefastestaround

Tagging: Anyone interested. Please tag me so I can read if you do this

[json-todd]

Fine, favorite sibling?

Timberlina mainly cause he causes me the least headaches don’t tell em tho