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tag 9 people you want to get to know better, tagged by @arcann

Three ships: Dickbabs, AnissaxGrace... those are the two that i like best um :P IG I think clark and lois are pretty cute (you may be like "these are all DC", but DC is where my brain currently is)

First ship ever? I think John and Shayera in DCAU Justice league TV show

Last song: according to spotify ستوأنا

last movie: lou

currently watching: bobs burgers when my family watches TV but i don't watch TV that often

currently reading: superman (1986), superboy, impulse, young justice (1998), wonder woman (1986).... i THINK thats most of themtttt

currently consuming: water

currently craving: tuna rolls

@raven-harlot @itsmeappo @illumiru @songbeeart @fallenagain @tiredlayla @laurie-juspeczyk @paigeoforacle @jaccsonhyde

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Get to know you better tag, tagged by @tiredlayla! Thank you!

Three ships: I literally never know how to answer this. I appreciate ships but I never focus a lot of them, I suppose? 

First ship ever? Felicity and Ben from American Girl stories. They definitely grew up and got married

Last song: Habibi by Faouzia

last movie: An Affair to Remember 

currently watching: I don’t really watch tv because I’m often busy, but I usually watch foreign shows. Currently I just finished All Creatures Great and Small, season 3. I’m also planning to get back into The Battle of Changsha.  

currently reading: Betsy Tacy Treasury by Maud Hart Lovelace. Also Tiger Queen by Anne Sullivan! Really good so far!! 

currently consuming: I just ate Truffettes de France (the original cocoa dusted ones) and they are SO lovely! 

currently craving: Ice cold water! 

tagging whomever sees this and thinks I ought to know them better!

[aeligsido]

30. Apocalypse AU with the tropes 1. Sick Injured and 52. Stranded Due to Inclement Weather with Bruce and Damian? Or maybe Bruce, Dick and Damian? (anyone of your choice and Damian? :P)

Thank you for the prompt!!! I had fun writing it, so I hope you’ll like it <3

Prompts for this list, feel free to ask anything!

TW: Mention of Character Death and Injury.

Damian hates playing bedsides vigil. He’s what he’s reduced to since the beginning, since— 

(Timothy had been the first one to go. His lack of spleen had been deadly, in the end. Damian could still see his pallor, looking almost like he was asleep. When he closes his fingers, it’s like the ghost of his brother’s end close around them, and Damian always feels the urge to cry. 

He didn’t think, once upon a time, that he would miss Timothy that much. 

But now— 

Now he would give anything to have his brother back.)

He hates it, as much as he hates the almost-tempest coming their way. 

And there he is, yet again at the bedside of one of his siblings, waiting for the other shoe to drop and fearing the shadow of Death, looming over them every day without coming too close. 

(It hadn’t been surprising for Leslie and Alfred to follow Timothy. They have been old, after all - way older than the rest of them. Sometimes, Damian thinks that they were glad to let themselves go like they did; but he never dares formulate the thought aloud.

He misses them, of course he does. 

Why did they have to go when Ra’s is still running around?)

Richard doesn’t look too bad, if he has to be honest. He’s a little pale, but it’s expected after the injury he suffers from. They don’t have the supply they used to, after all, and it would take some time for it to heal. Probably never properly, but Richard has nodded and smiled through it all, and Damian has never admired his brother more than at this moment. 

Cassandra and Stephanie have left to hunt for food and other first necessities they could find around one hour ago. No one had tried to hold them back; they would have gone anyway. They were never leaving each other, these days.

Not after—

(They had nearly taken Stephanie away, already dragging her toward them, already tearing her away from their family. 

Damian had been dumb.

Damian had run after them, to save his sister, because he couldn’t lose anyone else, because he loves her—

The rest of his family followed. 

Richard had been hurt and as they brought him and Stephanie back to safety—

— Jason had stayed behind.)

“I’m going to be okay, Little D,” murmurs Richard. 

He’s not as feverish as before, and so Damian is inclined to believe him. 

Still. He worries, and he’s not the only one. 

“We’ll make sure of it,” affirms Father. 

He drops his hand on Damian’s shoulder and squeezes it in a natural, old habit, and Damian relaxes into it. 

They’re safe. Cassandra and Stephanie are heading back toward their shelter, they will have food and water and a place to sleep in, and it will resist the tempest and delay their pursuers. Even if it’s for a little time - they are safe.

He has his brother’s hand in his (—and he will not let him fade away, this time—), his father beside him (—and he will not let him leave his side, this time—), and his sisters coming back from their hunt, eyes red but still standing (—and he will not let them fall and not get back up, this time—).

Hope is tricky and misleading, but it’s a fuel Damian refuses to lose, and so he sits and waits and wishes to the stars for a better tomorrow.

[camsthisky]

Dick and Damian "kisses on the nose" please? (Ignore it if you wanted romantic pairs :P)

i’m good for either platonic or romantic. have some good mischievous platonic kisses on the nose!

Dick is staring at Damian. His face is carefully blank. It’s the first thing Tim notices when he walks into the kitchen, and it has him slowing down and stopping in the entryway.

The second thing he notices is that Damian is glaring right back, face an angry shade of red that Tim had thought no one but Tim himself could invoke.

The third thing—the two of them are on opposites of the kitchen.

Basically, Tim has walked into warfare. He should probably walk out.

Of course, because he’s too morbidly curious for his own good, Tim does not walk out.

Dick makes an aborted movement forward. Damian sticks up a finger, pointing it at Dick as he hisses, “Don’t you dare.”

Dick dares.

What happens next is over and done within thirty seconds. There’s barely a half of a second between Damian speaking and Dick vaulting over the counter. Damian screeches. Dick laughs. Tim’s sure there are even a few swings thrown here and there.

The outcome is predictable, though, because despite Damian’s long training period and boasts of superiority, he doesn’t have Dick beat.

Dick grins triumphantly from where he’s got a wriggling, cursing Damian captured in his arms.

And without any prompt whatsoever, Dick presses two quick, seccessive kisses to Damian’s nose, and somehow—somehow—Damian’s face goes even redder.

Tim snaps a picture before he can think about it, and Dick’s eyes light up with mischeif.

Dick yells, “Timmy! You’re next! All little siblings are required to get a kiss on the nose!”

Tim starts to back up, raising an eyebrow. “No?”

Dick sets Damian down. He says firmly, “Yes,” never losing his smile.

Tim runs.

[jinmukangwrites]

Birds fly back in different directions is one of my fav fics of yours! Gimme a secret :P

I forgot about this ask meme dkdmdk I'm so sorry Ive taken forever to answer this.

A secret about BFIDD... hmm...

Here's a confession, I completely skipped all of the Ric arc. I was so angry with the beginning of it that I didn't read any Nightwing comics until Dick got his memory back. I was writing that thing by the seat of my pants. Which is also why I initially thought of Bea as a "two dimensional woman", when now when I went back and read the arc I really came to like Bea.

Also, because I don't have intentions in the near future to write more for it, I'm okay with spoiling that my plans were to follow canon in the fact that someone else takes up the mantle of Nightwing while Dick's recovering. Instead, however, of making the cop guy and co steal Dick's costume and idk. Do whatever they did. I was gonna write Shaun in cuz I really missed her and she may have parted with Dick on bad terms, but she still wants to help him and protect her city. I didn't want to just throw Stephanie into the mantle like the fandom seems fond of doing (even tho personally I think Steph deserves to have her own legacy and mantle and shouldn't have to take on the name of a popular male superhero but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) and I thought Shaun would be the perfect substitution for the job and would carry the name Nightwing respectfully and would willingly and happily return the mantle to Dick when he's recovered.

Anyway, it's all just half formed plans now. I still find it funny so many people enjoyed the fic even though it has 5 chapters. I hope one day I can find the motivation to continue it, but for now it's on hiatus with no foreseeable end. I apologise for that, hopefully these crumbs satisfied some of you for the mean time :s

[bunnvoid]

Artist Ask #16

16. Do you draw more today than you did in the past, or do you draw less? I want to say I draw about the amount same as I've always have. But I do finish more art than I used to. I've only been doing digital for around 3 years (started in 2019) so I was primarily a traditional artist so I found it much easier to leave my stuff as pencil sketches since other material was definitely a big investment.

Though, right now I have a lot of time to do work, so I can pump out finished work a bit quickly. Also my work ethic is much better than a few years ago.

Thanks for the ask!

[callmesteve]

15?

from section 15! (for this post)

Jason must notice how Tim’s beginning to droop, because he says, “Maybe we should keep this whole talk for morning. Timmers here is fucking dead on his feet, and this kid already passed out.” 

“Timmers?” he says, instead of arguing. Maybe Jason’s right- it feels late and Tim’s still tired from earlier. He doesn’t think he’ll sleep for long, though. Just passing out here on the couch feels like it’d be easier, if he’s being honest. 

“Timmy-Tim-Buck-Two,” Jason supplies.

Tim hums. “Maybe you should go to bed instead.” 

Jason quirks his brow, but when Dick gives an affirmative, he ducks to pick up Damian. 

Damian’s eyes fly open the moment Jason’s hands are near him, and not even a moment later, he’s grabbing at Jason’s wrists and flipping himself out of Jason’s hold. Damian leaps for Jason’s head, and Jason lets out a swear. He drops his arms to his sides and rolls to the floor, dropping Damian hard. The kid slams into the ground before he finds his balance. 

“Okay, okay,” Jason rushes to say, holding his hands up in front of him in a surrender motion. “Sorry, kid.” 

Damian gives a hazy blink, eyes clouded over. “Todd,” he says, levelly, as he takes in his surroundings. “This is not the compound.”

[badacts]

"Chaos in progress" for the fic title thing. Idek

jason todd, tired of his transient safehouse life and sleeping on couches and futons, invests in a new luxurious bed, and falls in love with it. he still moves pretty often though and he doesn’t have a car, so he has to trick his family into turning up in their cars and helping him move it to a new location (because asking is for losers)

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

[dcsworstnightmare]

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Oh-

I don't really do chain messages but I'll list the things if that's what you'd like:

1. Sep's writing

2. Tea's writing

3. Ivy's writing

4. Isaac

5. Art

[starlikeknight]

The Funnest Place on Earth

A gift for @tiredlayla​ for a discord server event! :) Damian vs little civilian things.

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Bright blue sky, fluffy white clouds, warm yellow sun, brightly colored tents; Damian doesn’t care for any of it. He tucks his crossed arms closer to his chest and scowls as the wafting smell of fried confections tickles his nose.

“Why are we here, Richard?”

“It’s the circus, Lil’ D! We’re here to have fun.”

Richard throws an arm across Damian’s shoulders. Damian moves to shrug it off, but Richard will not be dissuaded. Trying any harder would just be using unnecessary energy; instead, he relaxes slightly under the weight.

Purely for tactical reasons, of course.

“I will not have fun,” he insists, but it sounds weak even to himself.

“Pretty sure it’s impossible not to have fun here, kiddo.” Richard’s grin is entirely too wide. “Look, it’s even in their slogan: The Funnest Place on Earth.”

Damian wrinkles his nose in disgust.

‘Funnest’? Really?

Absolutely disgraceful.

“Maybe you’ll feel differently once you meet some of the performers! Circus folk really are some of the coolest people you’ll ever meet.” Richard flags down a man with bright hair and an obnoxious pantsuit, and then steers Damian over despite his protests. 

“Hi, little man!” The clown looks down at Damian with an eerily painted smile. Not as eerie as another clown Damian could name—it looks like there was a decent attempt made to distinguish the face paint easily enough for the Gotham natives, anyway. “Look at that face! This is The Funnest Place on Earth, there’s no room for frowns here! I bet a balloon would help turn that right upside down.”

Stubborn, Damian scowls harder. He opens his mouth to insist the opposite and dismiss the man entirely, sharp words poised on his tongue.

.

Somehow, they walk away with a balloon tied to Damian’s wrist, over the sweater he obstinately refused to move out of the way.

“Completely pointless,” Damian complains, lip pulled up in disgust and arm held aloft, to keep the balloon away.

But when Richard comes closer, phone in hand and matching balloon tied to his own wrist, his smile is so bright and unabashed that Damian allows a single selfie.

He can always delete it from Richard’s phone later.

If he wants to.

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🔥 Tim Drake

omg of course you had to choose one i have genuinely unpopular opinions for 😭

okay I just... don't really care for him. I think he works well as a supporting character but so far in what I've seen he isn't really interesting enough to carry the narrative on his own. I get he has some like dorky appeal but I will admit to having a negative reaction rating to him due to some of his stans and the writing around him de-emphasizing the other character's intelligence and competence to prop him up and I DEFINITELY don't think he would be as popular as he is if DC hadn't tried so hard to make him as reader-insert-y as possible (link) -- this isn't to say that the only reason people like him is as a reader insert, but I think he would be less definitely "the" robin for a lot of people if he were treated more like jason or damian for ex

[writingblock101]

Trust (Dick & Damian)

Request for @tiredlayla 

Angst 4. (”I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me, okay?”) for Dick and Damian

Still trying to get Damian’s character down, I’m not sure I have a very good feel for it so hopefully this isn’t too OOC. Also, I have no idea if this goes with anything canon about Court of Owls at all, but it’s fanfiction so who cares?

Dick bursts into Damian’s room. If Damian hadn’t heard Dick rushing down the hall, he may have actually been startled, but Dick was being anything but quiet. 

“Uh… Hi, Richard,” Damian greets, sitting on his bed with a book. “Can I help you?” 

“I need you to pack a bag and go with Alfred,” Dick orders, digging in Damian’s closet for a moment then throwing a bag at Damian’s chest. 

Damian easily catches the bag with a frown. 

“What?” 

“Pack the essentials,” Dick tosses a few of Damian’s favorite shirts at him then pauses with a frown. “I don’t know how long you’re going to be gone… Hopefully not too long, right?” His face hardens, seeming to decide something in this conversation with himself. “No, it won’t be too long. I won’t let it.” 

“Richard, what are you talking about?” Damian slowly stands up while watching his older brother dart around the room. 

“You’re going with Alfred, okay? I’ll let you know when you can come home.” 

Damian stills. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re in danger, okay?!” Dick exclaims.

Damian rolls his eyes. 

“When am I not? I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t handle.” 

While Dick would normally be touched that Damian now respects him enough to insists that they would both handle this issue, the looming danger hanging over his little brother’s head snuffs out any pride Dick would feel. 

“I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me, okay?” 

“What is going on?” 

“Damian, please--”

“No,” Damian crosses his arms. “You’re going to tell me what is going on. We’re partners, remember? Whatever is going on, we’ll handle it together.” 

“We can’t!” Dick snaps. “We can’t, okay?! I just… Please trust me and I will explain later!” 

“Stop treating me like a child!” 

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are! You’re trying to protect me like a parent protects their five-year-old by telling them their pet ran away instead of telling them their pet died!” 

“Because you are a child, okay?!” Dick’s chest heaves for a moment. “As much as you don’t want to admit it, Damian you are just a kid. And this is not because I don’t trust you or your abilities, but it’s because whatever they do to me will be tenfold for you and I don’t want that to happen.” 

Damian frowns, resting a hand on Dick’s arm. 

“Dick,” He says quietly. “What is going on?” 

Dick sighs again. 

“The Court of Owls is after me.” 

That’s it? 

“So? They’ve tried to come after you before, why is now different?” 

“Because,” Dick looks up at Damian for a long moment. “Now they know about you. And they’re going to use you as leverage to get to me.” 

“I can handle the Court of Owls. I’ve handled worse.” 

Dick shakes his head. 

“They know that. They’re not coming after you with brute force because they know you will beat them,” Damian feels his chest swell with pride. “So they’re coming after you in a different way, one that’ll hit harder.” 

Damian stills. 

“What are they doing?” He asks slowly. 

“They’re going to try to manipulate you in every way possible. They want to rip everything that you care about away from you until you hand yourself over to them willingly. They know they can’t beat you in combat, so they’re going to play to your emotions.” 

Damian frowns. 

“But what about you?” 

While Damian would rarely say it out loud, there are people he cares very deeply for; however, Dick cares deeply for everyone he meets. It’s not possible for Dick to protect everyone. 

“Me? I have a plan,” Dick promises. “But part of that plan requires you and Alfred to leave. It won’t be for long, I promise. I’ll come back for you and we’ll take them on together, but I need you to trust me for now.” 

Damian stares at his brother for a moment then slowly nods. 

“Okay, I trust you.”

I’ve gotten a few more request from the prompt list so keep an eye out for those and feel free to send me more! They are very fun to write! 

[dato-potato]

Homesick?

So this one was the other one suggested by @tiredlayla but I’ve been struggling to find something to write about so once they gave me the idea of Damian and food and late nights, I was good. Thank you for that!! I was in a serious rut for a while.

Hopefully it’s enjoyable, if not, oh well. I have a couple other ideas I might post if people want them?

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Damian shook his head, the ground beneath him spinning as he attempted to regain his balance.

“Robin!” he heard Dick shout, concerned for the boy’s wellbeing. 

“I,” Damian started, taking a shaky breath, “I’m fine.”

He was quickly lifted up and moved. When he was finally able to see, he saw his Father’s retreating form. He knew he messed up, the guy who landed a hit on Damian was nothing but a common thief, so how in the hell did he hit Damian Wayne, the son of the Batman, Grandson of the Demon’s head? 

Damian sat, defeated against the cool concrete and waited for his Father and brother to finish. On the way back to the cave, no one spoke.

Once they entered the cave and took their masks off, Bruce knelt down in front of Damian.

“Son, what happened out there?” Bruce asked him, looking into his eyes. 

Damian shifted his gaze away, “Nothing. I was simply distracted for a moment.”

Bruce sighed, “You seem to be distracted quite often these days.”

That made Damian unnecessarily angry. He shoved his Father backwards, “I’ve been perfectly fine. As I said, I was simply distracted for a mere moment, and he happened to get in a lucky hit.”

Bruce steadied himself, but before he could say anything further, Damian turned around and rushed to his room. He couldn’t bear to even attempt to explain what was going on in his head. How could he tell his Father that he felt homesick? That he missed the League? Well, perhaps not the League but the small things. The music that was almost always playing in his Grandfather’s study, the meals he would eat, although alone, they were still a comfort to his daily life.

Damian curled up in bed and prayed for sleep, his body could use the rest and his mind needed the distraction. Thankfully, it came easily that night.

The next night, he joined his Father in the cave as they were to patrol. Damian stopped in his tracks when he came in and saw Dick standing by the Batcomputer next to his Father.

“What is Richard doing here?” he questioned.

Bruce sighed as he turned around in the chair, “He’s going out on patrol with me tonight.”

Damian froze. 

“He’s going on patrol with you,” Damian narrowed his eyes, “Not us.”

Bruce nodded and Damian scoffed, “You could use some rest, perhaps patrolling every night is finally catching up to you.”

“I am fine,” Damian hissed, grabbing his belt for his uniform.

Dick was quick to snatch it from his hands, “See now, the Dami I know would have seen that coming,” Dick mused as the boy began to fume.

“Richard, I suggest you hand my utility belt back to me,” he threatened lowly.

Dick chuckled, “Baby bat, the state you’re in, I’m not sure you’re in any position to threaten me.”

Damian growled as he turned back to his Father who shook his head. Finally, he decided he wouldn’t get anywhere with either of them so he headed back.

Once he was in his room, he fully intended to go out on patrol anyway, disregarding his Father’s orders, but eventually decided against it. He took the rest of his uniform off and slipped under his covers as Titus bounded into his room, ready for bed.

Damian tossed and turned. He knew he was a bit out of it during patrol, but this was exactly what he didn’t need. As a result of him being forbidden from leaving the house, Damian was forced to deal with his thoughts, something he never really cared for. They always ended up taking him somewhere he didn’t want to return to.

Damian groaned as he sat up. Perhaps the music would help. He reached for his cellphone and switched his bedside lamp on so he could see. He opened up the music app and pressed play. As soon as the music started, he could feel the tension in his shoulder dissipate, his breathing calm. Even with the music, he could tell he wasn’t tired. Or at least, he certainly wasn’t going to be falling asleep anytime soon. His stomach growled, reminding him he had yet to eat a proper meal as he usually has a good meal after patrol.

Sighing, he hopped down from his bed, Titus perking up as he left the room. The Great Dane was quick to follow after Damian as he made his way down the stairs and to the kitchen. He stood in the entry for a minute, just looking around, thinking about what exactly he was doing.

With a heavy sigh, Damian started going through the cupboards, taking vegetables from the fridge, rice and spices from the pantry. He went to grab the chicken before making a face at it and retracting his hand. It was a habit to add the chicken in, so he nearly did, forgetting he had sworn off all meat. He set his phone on the counter, letting the music play as he worked and hummed along with it.

Damian started on the vegetables, washing and prepping them, throwing some carrots and bell pepper pieces to Titus who lay patiently at Damian’s feet. He chuckled at the dog as he would leap to catch each piece before it hit the ground. The rice started to boil over, requiring his attention as he threw one last carrot to Titus. 

Before long, he had a rather large plate of biryani in front of him. He sighed and shook his head, in his haste he hadn’t paid too much attention to the portions and simply tossed in however much he felt like and ended up making at least seven full meals.

“I can’t believe that, did you hear him?” Dick’s loud voice echoed down the hall and into the kitchen, making Damian jump. It was definitely about time they returned, but Damian was not prepared. He attempted to gather the evidence of his cooking in order to hide it, throwing the dishes in the sink and trying to carry the mountain of food to his room, but he was much too slow.

“What’s going on in here?” Bruce asked him from the doorway.

Damian slowly turned around, placing the plate gently back on the counter, “I was hungry.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow, sizing up the plate, “Famished, apparently.”

Dick poked his head around Bruce, “Holy food, Damian, that’s like the same size as you,” he laughed.

Damian scowled, “I accidentally made too much,” he told them, shifting his gaze and reaching for his phone.

As Damian shut the music off, Bruce placed a hand on his shoulder, “Well, it seems that Alfred forgot to prepare a meal for Dick and I, do you mind sharing?”

Alfred seemed slightly offended as he glared at Bruce but Bruce simply waved him off and Dick chuckled.

“I suppose I could,” Damian said finally. 

Bruce ruffled the boy’s hair, “Thanks, Dami!” Dick said as he began serving himself, handing a plate to Bruce, Alfred and Damian.

Not a single grain of rice was left when they were finished, and they all headed for their rooms. As Damian climbed the stairs, Dick stopped him, “You know, Dami, I used to listen to circus music when I had first moved here,” Dick said with a smile, “Still do, actually. Makes me feel at ease.”

Damian nodded, “I see.”

“No shame in feeling homesick, little D. Just ‘cause this is your home, doesn’t mean you can’t miss your old one,” Dick told him gently, “Even if your old one happened to be filled with assassins.”

Damian chuckled slightly and turned to continue up the stairs, “Thank you, Richard.”

“Anytime, Damian.”

[aeligsido]

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KSJKSKS YOU'RE TOO CUTE

And also

[fidothefinch]

this or that tag game

Thanks @a-dreamed-dreamer for the tag!

pale blue or pale pink // cottage in the forest or cottage by the beach // kittens or puppies // tea or coffee // France or Italy // cardinal or blue jay // apple pie or blueberry pie // summer or winter // relaxing vacation or adventurous vacation // stars or moon // rose or lavender // Harry Potter books or Harry Potter movies // dress or skirt // walk or bike // bubble tea or iced coffee // roller coaster or carousel // cotton candy or funnel cake // gold or silver // going for a picnic or having lunch in a fancy café

Tagging (if you want to): @cdelphiki, @tiredlayla, and @thebatmandiaries

[callmesteve]

Section 13?

Section 13 is the Bambi scene, actually! It took a while to write, 'cuz I had to watch the movie alongside it.

Tim reaches over, placing his hand over Damian’s nose. He folds his hand into a fist, thumb poking through his index and middle fingers. 

“I got your nose,” he says. 

Lightning claps on the screen as Damian’s hands fly to his nose in a slight scramble, pudgy fingers prodding at the nose that- clearly- is still in place. His face fills out with a heavy flush as he turns to glare at Tim, cheeks puffing out like a squirrel. 

“I suppose you must have hit your head harder than I had originally thought, Drake.”