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peculiardiction · 2 days ago
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Love how you draw Kon. He deserves comfort and the world
THANK YOU I looooove him so muuuuuch aaaaaah,,,, he’s the best boy ever have another him—
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His hair grows as mine does cause I reference my own LMAO
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nicomoon69 · 6 months ago
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the moment Bernard found out that Tim tried to clone Kon he demanded to look over Tim’s research and with a red pen started writing down corrections
Tim who didn’t think too much of it (big mistake), shrugged it off and forgot about it until roughly three weeks later there was a pile of papers on his desk with a sticky note on top that said ‘pro tip: get good at science first, then clone your totally platonic best friend’
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ehliena · 4 months ago
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Tim: My stomach's been feeling off lately.
Dick: Maybe you're pregnant.
Bruce: Don't be ridiculous. Clark has never impregnated a male, there's no chance Conner could.
Tim: Clark didn't have TTK either, but look at Kon.
Dick: *chokes*
Bruce: ...HN.
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axiliern · 6 months ago
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some various drawings of long hair viet tim drake :]
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dieantik · 4 months ago
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🔍🌙♥️ here’s the tim sticker sheet i designed for the @timdrakeflipzine , with all sorts of alternative media and universe robins and red robins and—
🫶 if you’re interested in the exhaustive list of tim’s included…
young justice 2019 drake (ft. earth 3 ginger tim)
dark knights of steel
unternet tim
bat kid from the animated batman under the red hood movie
regular tim in a fun outfit vaguely based on some older panels :3
lego tim
futures end tim in his batman beyond run
dunce cap red robin from batman unlimited
rebirth robin
new 52 red robin
preboot/2009 red robin
90’s robin
gotham by gaslight
dc bombshells batgirl tim
another set of two silly tims (one w his motorcycle and red robin base suit, the other with his skateboard and camera and superboy shirt)
bald arkhamverse tim
mister sarcastic
superboy mourning/red and black robin costume
young justice animated tim
savior/titans tomorrow tim
gotham knights robin
wayne family adventures
a silly tim as ceo of wayne enterprises :3
if you can believe it, this was after i had to cut down on some other ideas :]
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arrowheadedbitch · 10 months ago
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Tim: So, what I'm hearing is we should break into our old yj base and throw a rager.
Kon: I love the way you think!
Tim: Thanks, it's my best quality.
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fakakta-art · 1 year ago
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I'm sooo late to his birthday. who let this boy be in charge of anything.
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pigeon3gg · 10 months ago
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i dont really post on tumblr ever but idk i feel like this site would enjoy this so heres a the product of my yj98 brainrot
explaination under the cut
ok SO im currently reading superboys '94 solo comics and i realized he doesnt have a NAME until around issue 50 (dont remember exact issue its 50-60 range). he just IS superboy. and keep in mind the young justice comics are actively happening at the same time in the lore (theres a panel in a issue a couple before this where he sees a new genesis supercycle and says (paraphrasing) "thats like what i fly when im with young justice!"), meaning that actively while he is friends with these people they all have seperate lives except him. robin is tim drake sometimes but superboy is just superboy. of course later on he gets like psuedo adopted by the kents but at this point jes JUST a hero and not a person.
anyway i roll kon around in my brain like a gas station hotdog and this is the result :) heres ur meal yj98 fans
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riverside--wren · 2 years ago
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I think that with Jon Kent becoming Superboy, Kon should change his hero name to Superb Boy.
It would fit with Tim having barely changed his hero name. They could match.
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cuephrase · 2 months ago
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so idk about you, but i say all the time "this panel has been living in my mind rent free" and the other night i got the idea to make a compilation of all the panels that have been doing that this month and see what picture that paints, but then also to do that for the next few months and see which panels stick around/what changes.
anyways, nobody asked for this and it may only be interesting to me but when i realized i had more than 30 images and that i'd have to stitch them together if i wanted it all in one post i def noticed some themes and that was super neat!!
might reblog later with commentary but for now i'm just going to share the panels/compilations and a brief summary. all source issues are listed left to right ;)
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batman: urban legends # 5, legends of the dark knight #100
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robin 80th anniversary 100-page super spectacular #1, batman and robin (2011) #14
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batman: gotham knights #26, batgirl (2000) #34
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batman: urban legends #18, batman: gotham knights #2
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detective comics #572, from the dc vault: death in the family: robin lives! #1, justice league (2011) #19
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nightwing (1996) #106, batman: urban legends #10, young justice (1998) #7
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robin (1993) #10, nightwing (1996) #69, nightwing (1996) #25, azrael: agent of the bat #56, robin (1993) #133, detective comics #723, nightwing (1996) #96, teen titans (2003) #24
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batman #455 (twice), robin (1993) #102, red robin #7, robin (1993) #132, adventure comics (2009) #3
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titans/young justice: graduation day #2, robin (1993) #46, knight terrors: robin #2, batman (2016) #147 (yes i meant to put it three times), the boy wonder #4, batman (2016) #130
some stats:
34 total panels (timmy hands only counted once), 65% (22) post crisis, 6% (2) n52, 29% (10) rebirth onward.
22 separate titles (might be off by one or two but i think that's right), with robin (1993) getting the most rep, 5 panels. nightwing (1996) came in second with 4 panels, and then, batman: urban legends in third with 3.
i've also only read/re-read i think 6 of these recently? obvs robin lives and boy wonder, and then robin #132-133, adventure comics #3, and batman #455.
at a glance observations- shocker, there is so much tim lmao. i think about jason more than i think i do, kind of? like obviously ik i'm thinking about him a lot but it feels like more all laid out lol. lot of focus on grief/loss, not at all surprising. i think that damn "i fell from the moon" panel is never going to leave, bc ik for a fact that bad boy has been squatting since november of last year lmao. lil sprinkle of timkon. damian feels underrepresented *squints*, but this is also strictly panels i'm thinking of and not just like character thoughts. no dick and damian panels, that is interesting to me, bc i do think about them. the dick & tim, dick & jason, jason & tim focus, in that order too, makes a lot of sense.
seeing all of these put together feels like i reached into the junk drawer of my brain and organized it, very wild lmao
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puddingcatbeans · 11 months ago
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timkon; tim never takes naps, so something must be wrong.
Tim bobs up to wakefulness reluctantly. Someone's hand is in his hair. It's nice, though—no pain, no promise of violence. A soothing touch. A familiar one.
"Heya, Rob. Taking a nap?"
With great effort, Tim squints his eyes open. A blurry blob of black, red, and blue. Something round. Shades? Something shiny. Spikes? Knives? Who cares. He closes his eyes again.
"You okay? Did you pass out again?"
"Nnnn." Tim swats at the fingers trying to turn his face. "No. Head hurts."
The hand drift back to his hair, petting slightly. "Cassie, can you come here? Tell me if he's burning up."
Cool fingers touch his forehead. Tim scrunches up his face, trying to duck away. "Oh, yeah. He's got a tiny fever. I'm going to go grab some meds."
A soft whoosh. The hand in his hair pulls away for a moment. Tim whines, reaching out blindly. He hits fabric. Latches on.
"Shh, shh, it's okay."
Tim peeks open an eye again. It causes a sharp stab of pain to shoot through his head. "Kon," he says.
"Yeah, buddy. You pulled another all-nighter, didn't you? Do we need to hold another intervention about self-care?"
"Kon," Tim complains. Then he loses track of everything again, head screaming and body feeling way too heavy. He hates being sick.
"Okay, let's get you to bed," says Kon, voice soft. He picks Tim up without dislodging the death grip Tim has on his shirt. His TTK continues brushing through Tim's hair as they move away from the lounge area up to their quarters.
Seemingly between one heartbeat and the next, Tim is nestled in his bed. The lights are off and the room is quiet. The door slides open and Cassie slips in.
"Here." She drops onto the bed and helps Tim sit up. "Come on. Just swallow this and then you can go back to sleep, okay?"
Tim swallows the pill and the water obediently. His eyes are barely open. When the water is gone, Cassie leans over and smacks a loud kiss on his forehead. Before she leaves, she turns back to call, "Get better soon, okay, co-leader?"
He lies back down, whimpering only slightly when he accidentally falls a little too hard onto the pillow. "Urghhh."
"Need to throw up?"
"No..." Tim lifts his arms to cover his head. "I'm fine," he says, muffled. "You don't have to babysit me."
Kon hums. The bed dips again. The comforter lifts, and then Kon is pressing up against Tim's side. Immediately, without question, Tim curls into him. An ingrained habit, a natural instinct.
"You know, I think you're right. It is the perfect time for a nap."
Tim wants to argue, but his head is fuzzy again. A gentle pressure pushes him more firmly into Kon's arms. He huffs out a breath, feeling Kon's warmth seep into his own skin. And then, like a wink, Tim's gone.
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gretahayes · 1 year ago
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For the drabble ask game; timkon with number 28 if you’re feeling up to it <3
28. Sorrow
“Superboy,” Robin calls, “can I talk to you?”
Bart, Cassie, Secret and Cissie (because they’re immature) go oooh as they pass, patting his back and offering solemn condolences.
“Ha, ha,” Kon says flatly. “Laugh it up, guys.” He turns to Robin once they’re gone. “Yeah, wonder boy? What’s up?”
“Super-” he starts, stops, then says carefully, “Kon. Is everything okay?”
Kon bristles at that, can’t not snap like he always does with Robin, “I’m fine.” Robin’s look, worried and judgemental and accusatory, is what gets him to correct himself, soften it to, “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Robin looks away, gives a half-shrug, “just making sure.”
But something about his tone and how his shoulders carefully don’t hunch but do tense, Kon squints at him, dares to prod (gingerly but not softly, he knows how Robin is), “are you okay?”
Robin looks up, but he carefully doesn’t meet Kon’s eyes with his creepy white lenses, “what? Yeah, I’m fine. Everything's fine. Everyone’s fine.”
Kon just stares at him. Waiting. Robin shuffles his feet, looks back at the console.
The seconds tick by. Robin stays silent. Kon waits.
Robin sighs. “Just...issues with my dad. That’s all.”
Ah. Not that Kon can relate with parent problems—or even parents—but Batman being a hardass isn’t necessarily new or confusing news. “Yeah, having Batman as a dad can’t be easy. He tough on you?”
“He’s just making sure-” Robin’s head snaps up, and he sputters, “Batman isn’t my dad!”
Kon looks at him, bewildered, “isn’t he Nightwing’s dad?”
“Well, yeah, but he isn’t mine!” Robin says, offended.
“But- I’ve heard you and Nightwing call each other brothers,” Kon points out, because Robin’s got to be messing with him, “everyone says you’re brothers.”
“Well, we are,” Robin says, sounding pleased at the fact, “but that doesn’t make Batman my dad.”
“That’s- okay,” Kon says. Not the weirdest thing about Robin til date. “Okay. So your civlian dad...you’re having problems with him? Does he know you’re Robin?”
“No, he doesn’t,” Robin says. “It’s just...how dads are, you know?”
Kon, in fact, does not know. Robin is the only one in their team who does know. “Not particularly, no.”
Robin winces. “Right, yeah. Sorry, I forgot about-”
Kon waves him off. “Whatever. But you’re doing okay? He’s not like...beating you or anything, is he?”
Robin shakes his head. “No, God no, nothing like that. Just arguments and stuff. Regular things.” He gives Kon one of those rare smiles, a genuine one, and Kon’s face suddenly feels warm and his brain short-circuits (probably one of his Bat-techniques). “Thank you, though. For asking.”
Kon musters up enough brainpower to grin back (he’s not sure how good a grin it is, but it’s a grin at least) and bumps his shoulder, “any time, wonder boy.”
(ask game)
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butcherlarry · 1 year ago
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Weekly Fic Recs 23
Turns out, traveling for work, and then breaking your toe when you get back home makes it hard to work out :( :( :(  I’m fine, just annoyed with myself.  I think I’m just going to rename these fic rec posts to “Weekly” instead of “Exercise” anyway.  I might also update the tags of the past ones as well to “weekly fic recs” so they are easier to search for.  If you want to see the bird pictures that I used to post at the end of these, just go over to my other blog to see some neat birds, balconybirds.  I posted some pictures from my birding adventures last week before I left for work travel, and there’s a really cool green heron I saw.  Those guys are so funky to watch with their weird alien necks.  Anyway, on to the fics!
Wrestle by SalParadiseLost  (Superbat if you squint and little Timkon, complete.  A batfam mermaid fic where Clark works in a mer habitat and brings Kon with him.  Shenanigans ensue, especially were Tim in involved.)
The Sit-Down by Ginerva_Benci  (Superbat, complete.  Clark deals with the work/personal/superhero life balance.  Bruce helps.)
savestate by TheResurrectionist  (Batlantern and a bit of Superbat, complete.  Bruce, Hal, and Clark are on a mission gone wrong, Clark is incapacitated, and they’re pretty sure they’re about to die.  Hal decides he wants to hit that (Bruce) before he dies.  Clark is Not Pleased.  Very funny!!)  
50 Shades of Bat by River9Noble  (Superbat, complete.  This was another funny one!  Clark doesn’t know Batman’s identity, and thinks Brucie is being abused by the amount of injuries he has.  Clark asks Batman to look into this.  Shenanigans ensue.)
Dad’s New Boyfriend by TheClamBeforetheStorm  (Twobats/Bruharvey, now complete!  A 5+1 fic of Bruce’s family coming to accept the fact that a reformed Harvey Dent is dating their dad.)
veracity by pomeloquat  (Superbat, complete.  Batman is captured by the bad guys and they give him a true serum so they can learn Superman’s weaknesses.  The end up learning waaaaaaaay more than that.  Very silly and fun to read!!)
Growing Up by birbteef, SalParadiseLost  (Superbat, complete.  Part of the Itty Bitty AU series.  Bruce has a handful of bitties (supernatural pets), with Dick being the oldest.  Dick is reaching the end of his lifespan, and Bruce is sad about it.  Don’t worry!  There is a happy ending!)
Where Bruce goes, Clark follows by Mawiish  (Superbat, complete.  Super fluffy, super sweet fic.  Bruce and Clark are getting ready to go to a party and Clark is nervous.  Bruce is there to support him 💖)
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fryingpan1234567 · 1 year ago
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🎶drabble drabble drab-ble, drabble drabble drab-ble, it’s two in the mor-ning—🎶
they’ve consumed my brain. Timkon Thought™️
~ It’s no secret Tim Drake doesn’t like sleeping. Enough nights of insomnia, dream demons, and fear gas will do that to a person. But there are just some people who take it to a whole different level.
Tim goes to school during the day, works when he doesn’t have school, and patrols all night long— he’s known in the Batfam for staying out the latest of them all, often until the sun begins to rise and he has to go home to get ready for school. The only time he doesn’t do such a practice is when Conner visits, which fortunately is often, because Tim’s siblings get concerned when he hasn’t slept in over a week.
But still, even with Conner around, it’s a fight to get Tim to sleep at all. One almost nobody wins.
It’s late when Tim hears the living room window slide open, soft footfalls landing on the rug there. He’d be concerned, normally, if only for the fact that he’s already in his pajamas and would hate to have to fight without a mask, but he knows who it is. Maybe that person knows the sound of his heartbeat, but Tim knows the rhythm of his existence and no Kryptonian powers can match that.
Exactly as expected, Conner pokes the slightly cracked bedroom door open with the toe of his boot not long after. Tim was already in bed, but nowhere near sleeping. In fact, he had a near-full mug of the strongest coffee he could possibly brew sitting on the nightstand next to him, the laptop in his lap the only source of light in the room.
Having none of his boyfriend’s shit, Conner flicked the light on. Tim blinked hazily up at him.
“Hey,” he managed, slightly leaning forward and silently pleading for a kiss. Kon obliged, but flicked him in the forehead as he pulled away.
“Why’re you up?” he asked instead of answering the greeting. “It’s like two in the morning.”
“Uhh…” As Conner began stripping out of his patrol gear and unceremoniously dumping it all on the floor, Tim’s attention returned to the screen before him. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Conner threw a shoe at him. It bounced off Tim’s shoulder. He didn’t even look up.
Kon sighed in defeat. “Didn’t you just get back from patrol, though?”
“Mm. Just a minute ago. Nothing exciting.”
They both lapsed into silence, the only sound in the apartment being Krypto’s snoring in the corner of the bedroom and the clicking of Tim’s laptop keyboard. Finally, freshly ready for bed, Conner flipped the light back off, plopped down next to Tim, and promptly flopped over in front of him.
Tim peeked over the top of his screen.
“Uh… hi?”
“Sweetheart.” Conner’s voice is muffled from the blankets. “Put the computer away.”
Tim snorted, keeping his gaze on the work before him as he took a loud sip of his coffee. It was already cooling down, and cold coffee is nasty, so he drank more of it to avoid dealing with it.
“Sorry, love,” Tim said softly as he set the mug back down, poking at Kon with a socked foot. “I have too much to do. You should go to bed, though.”
Like a curious puppy, Conner suddenly popped up and peeked over the top of the screen for an upside-down view of what Tim was doing.
“Well, what do you have to do?” he asked rather pitifully. Tim smiled at him.
“I’ve got, uhh, two papers and a presentation for school, a stack of pitches to sign off plus schedule a board meeting later this week for Wayne Enterprises, and then… sixty-seven cases Oracle sent me to deal with, looks like.” Tim squinted at the painfully bright screen. “And… I’m pretty sure that says three hundred missed text messages, but I could be wrong.”
“Jesus Christ.” Conner flopped back down again. “Can you put it off for tomorrow? I want cuddles, Timmy. Cuddle your poor boyfriend for once.”
“Hey, I- I cuddle you lots,” Tim protested, typing away with ease. “Like, too much. Jason told me he’d shoot me if he caught us making out in the library again.”
Kon barked out a laugh, startling the dog awake. “That was a bit more than cuddling, though.”
Tim kicked him off the bed.
Just as Tim started to worry, Conner crawled back up into the bed, this time moving to his side. It took the time of him worming under the covers and getting sufficiently comfortable before he spoke again, looking up at Tim’s coolly illuminated face. He was pretty, like always, even when sleep deprived and bathed in blue light.
Kon’s sigh dragged Tim out of his trance, finally looking down to face him. An involuntarily affectionate smile pulled at his lips at the sight of his boyfriend all sleep-warm and snuggly.
“Please just try to sleep,” Conner said softly, absently tracing patterns on Tim’s lower back. “If you really can’t, I’ll leave you alone.”
Tim hesitated. There was a lot of work to be done, there was no arguing that. But… wasn’t there kind of always a lot of work to be done? Maybe some sleep would improve his problem-solving skills, even if only slightly.
Picking up on the resolve, Conner gently closed the laptop for him and pulled him down, pushing it down to the foot of the bed. Almost immediately, Tim yawned hugely, nuzzling into Conner’s shoulder and inhaling deeply. Without the computer screen, the room was comfortably dark.
“Better?” he whispered, brushing Tim’s dark hair out of both their faces.
Tim sleepily smiled up at him. “Yeah.” After a moment, he added, “Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
It didn’t even take twenty minutes before Tim tried to worm his way back out of Conner’s arms to resume his work, but fortunately, Kon was absolutely expecting that. His grip tightened enough for Tim to let out a surprised squeak and freeze, absolutely not expecting his boyfriend to not be awake.
Conner cracked an eye open. Tim blinked up at him guiltily.
“Nice try, sweetheart.”
“Kon—“
“Nah, I don’t wanna hear it. Sleepytime.”
“Conner—“
“Sleepytime, Timmy.”
Sufficiently and effectively stuck, Tim huffed in exasperation, admitting to himself that he may have to give up. Luckily not in the worst of places to be.
It didn’t take long before Tim actually did drift off, the quiet thrum of Kon’s heartbeat acting as a lullaby. He didn’t even have nightmares.
Until he woke up, that is. The worst of the worst.
The perfect amount of sunlight filtered through the curtains, warmly filling the bedroom like a wake-up call in a fairytale. Conner was awake before Tim, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. Tim was still asleep on his bicep, like how they’d fallen asleep.
Kon noticed him when he shifted to stretch.
“Morning, sunshine,” he teased, watching as Tim did a full cat stretch, pillow kneading and everything. It was his favorite part of his boyfriend’s morning routine.
“Morning…” Tim trailed off with a yawn. “Hey, what time is it?”
Conner half shrugged. “Eh.”
Tim looked around for his phone before remembering he’d left it in the kitchen the night before.
“No, serious, Kon.”
“It’s, uh…” Conner squinted at his phone. “It is. Eleven-thirty. Almost.”
“WHAT—“
Before Tim could react much more than that, Kon promptly rolled on top of him to pin him to the mattress. Krypto poked his head up from his bed at the commotion.
“Absolutely not, pretty boy, you’re not going anywhere,” Conner declared gleefully. “That was much-needed rest and I think you should have some more of it.”
“nO—“ Tim shoved ineffectively at his boyfriend’s sides, trying and failing to haul him off. “I have— school—“
“We’re skipping.”
“But work—“
“Call out. I’m serious. You’re staying here with me and you’re gonna like it, He Who Never Takes Care Of Himself.” To aid his cause, Kon smushed a kiss into Tim’s forehead until he stopped struggling with a grumble about something that sounded suspiciously like Kryptonite. “Okay?” he added hopefully.
Tim seethed for a moment, but sensing there was really only one answer, his anger deflated almost immediately.
“Fine,” he relented. “This will not become a regular occurrence. I have things to do, asshole.”
“We’ll see, sweetheart.”
Tim skipped the next day, too.
~ not great, not proofread, whatever honestly
have a good day/ night/ 4am🥰
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blenderfullasarcasm · 1 year ago
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TimKon fanfic starter/prompt:
Kon woke up, immediately whacked his head on <i>something</i>- he wasn't at the farm, but it took him a few more seconds to remember where exactly he was.
Which was kind of excessive, because it really shouldn't have taken him three whole seconds to figure out he was in a cramped metal box, hands tied behind his back and a glowing green collar around his neck.
Was this what a concussion felt like?
Weird.
He was gonna have to be nicer about shooting down the questionable plans Tim came up with while concussed. Honestly, it was a miracle they were even a little bit coherent.
...What was he doing again?
Kon shifted slightly, and the ropes binding his hands behind his back dug into his wrists.
Oh, that's right. He was trying to escape --
...Wait, they'd actually used ropes? Like, actual ropes?
Kon was a little insulted. He didn't rate handcuffs or zip ties?
He might not have been able to use his superstrength, but he was still pretty strong compared to a baseline human. Ropes -- even ones with five braided strands -- couldn't hold him forever, especially now that he was awake and raring to escape.
...If only he could get his body to cooperate.
His brain felt sluggish and foggy, like it was slogging through a swamp. His limbs weren't responding right, his fingers clumsy and numb as he tried to finagle his way out of his bonds.
Precise movements weren't happening, so he had approximately a cupcake's chance in a communal kitchen of untying the knots.
Next option: brute force.
Yanking his wrists apart and straining the ropes until they broke worked way better than trying to make his fingers cooperate. It took more effort than he was expecting, though, and there was a sting in his biceps that meant he'd probably pulled a muscle, which was going to suck in the morning.
He also had rope burns, which was a new and exciting experience for him.
Some of the fog surrounding his brain started to fade as soon as the ropes snapped and dropped to the floor beneath him. He shook his hands out, aiming some jazz hands at exactly no one just for fun, and tried to figure out what do next.
The walls around him were made of metal and seem to be screwed together pretty tightly, as far as he could tell. He didn't have super strength - the Kryptonite in the collar around his neck was suppressing it - but he considered punching it anyway.
Luckily, someone started prying the box open before he had to resort to probably breaking his hand.
Light broke through the widening gap, blinding him for a split second as the lid opened. He squinted and tried to shield his eyes (looked like they'd taken his shades, ugh), and a shadowy figure kindly moved to block most of the light, a set of lock picks dangling from their fingers.
"Hey, SB," Tim said. "How's it going?"
Kon could have kissed him.
"Oh, y’know." He shrugged (faux) casually, folding his arms together so Tim wouldn't see the rope burns around his wrists. "Just waiting for my Prince Charming to show up. What took you so long?"
"Rounding up my knights and the white horse," Tim said dryly, giving him a Look that told Kon he hadn't hidden shit but that Tim wasn't going to comment on it right that second because there was something more important. "Hold still, I'm going to get that collar off you."
"What, you don't think I look good like this?" Kon tried to shoot him a winning smile, but it felt a little shaky around the edges.
Tim rolled his eyes behind his whiteout lenses -- Kon could sense it -- and set to work picking the collar's lock. "You always look good, Superboy."
Kon definitely did not blush. His cheeks heating up had to be an effect of the Kryptonite. Definitely.
"You'll look even better wrapped in a blanket on the couch," Tim muttered under his breath, then tsked in annoyance when something in the collar clicked. "Hold still."
Kon held still.
...Being wrapped in a blanket on the couch sounded pretty good right now, actually. He could probably even wheedle Tim into making him some of his famous hot cocoa.
Tim was careful only to touch the collar, not allowing his gloves to brush against Kon's skin, and Kon was (pathetically) grateful for it. His skin was starting to feel too tight, like he was about ready to burst out of it, and it itched like there were ants crawling all over him.
Something else clicked in the collar, except this time Tim made a little triumphant noise and yanked it apart with extreme prejudice. "Ha! Got it."
Suddenly, Kon felt like he could breathe easy again. He hadn't realized he'd been having trouble -- and he didn't really know why, because the collar hadn't been restrictive or anything and Kryptonite usually didn't affect him that way -- until Tim was tucking it away into a lead-lined bag he kept in his utility belt for this exact purpose.
Kon swallowed.
"Thanks for coming for me, Rob," he said quietly.
Tim smiled, small and private. "I'll always come for you, clone boy."
He got to his feet and pulled Kon up with him, and Kon barely had time to blink with surprise before Tim was dragging him towards a hole that had been blown in the wall. "Come on, we need to find the others before they destroy the entire building."
Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.
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dieantik · 1 year ago
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💌 happy international tim drake day, for those who celebrate babygirl birthdays 🪺🌙
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