#triplet Tim Drake

[deadsetobsessions]

More triplet tim PLEASEE

Aye, aye!

@batman-soup your idea just gives on giving omg what magic are you cooking in your head bc this prompt literally went absolutely crazy in mine

Commissioner Gordon was a decorated veteran of the GCPD, having lasted in the force longer than most without buckling under the pressure and temptation of being a dirty cop. That means he’s seen some shit, and he’s been in some shit. Even when Batman made his debut, even when he had to cover for Bru- ahem, Batman’s fool ass, James Gordon hadn’t even considered stoping in his effort to better the GCPD.

As he blankly stared at Batman, who looked as tired as Gordon felt, and the- not one, not two, but three- Robins following him, Commissioner Gordon seriously considered going down stairs and handing in his letter of resignation on the spot.

“Batman,” he greeted the Dark Knight, in the tone one might use when saying “Batman, what the fuck?!”

“Commissioner Gordon.” Batman said, sounding like he swallowed gravel and spent his nights crying instead of beating up Gotham’s criminal underbelly. “This is… the Robins. They’ve been… switching out until they were all ready.”

“Hey, Mister Gordon!” One of the Robins chirped. Commissioner Gordon pinched himself. Maybe he got micro-dosed with fear toxin? Commissioner Gordon nodded at the Robin who spoke.

“Commissioner Gordon!” The second one smiled at him.

“Commissioner Gordon.” The third one said, shoulders back.

“Have there always been… three of you?” Gordon asked, perplexed.

“You’ve actually all met us before, but don’t worry about it! Whatcha got for us this time?”

“Robin,” Batman growled.

“Yes?” “Yeah?!” “What.”

Commissioner Gordon chugged his coffee, to avoid laughing at Batman’s exasperated demeanor. Privately, he wished the coffee was a strong, black out worthy drink, and that the Robins gave Batman the stress Gordon experienced at Batman’s antics.

“It is important.”

“Yeah, yeah, we got it, B.” Regular Robin, Gordon deemed, waved him off.

“But we’re currently not taking mental health advice from you, you walking therapist’s wet dream.” Serious Robin scoffed.

“So you can stick your opinion where the sun doesn’t shine!” Chirpy Robin said. Gordon had wanted to name him happy Robin, but he’s not getting the feeling of “happiness” from him.

“I will bench you.”

“Try me,” all of them defiantly said at the same time. Gordon smothered a laugh, but by the glare Batman sent him, he wasn’t too successful at hiding it.

Batman visibly gave up, shoulders slumping. “Commissioner Gordon, what do you have for…us.”

“There’s, heh, Penguin’s expansion.” Gordon looked away from Batman’s baleful look, mustache twitching with suppressed laughter.

“He’s expanding his weapons trading.” Regular Robin said. Serious Robin nodded, leaning back on his heels in thought.

“That’s a sign of an upcoming turf war.”

“Red Hood’s part of it! I saw Penguin’s guys lurking around his safe house!”

“Why do you know where his safe house is, Robin?” Gordon might acknowledge that they’re trained vigilantes, but at the end of the day, Robin is still a child that shouldn’t be near a crime lord, especially a highly dangerous and highly trained one like the Red Hood.

“Prank! Don’t worry about it!”

Gordon side-eyed the Bat. When Batman didn’t move to say anything, he shrugged and let it go. There’s only one person more protective of Robin than the rest of Gotham’s non-criminal city, and that’s Batman. Gordon caught the three of them exchanging glances- a whole conversation he and Batman were not privy to- and suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to go home and never leave his bed again.

“You know where he’s staying, Robin?” Batman asked, when the silence got too long.

“Yep!” They chorused, even the serious one. Batman looked like he wanted to step back but held on like his pride was on the line.

“We can handle Penguin.” The serious one stated.

“You can get the goons, Batman!”

“I’ll rob them blind,” regular Robin grinned.

“Dibs on Penguin!”

“I’ll get the weapons.”

Batman sighed.

“Godspeed, Robins.” Gordon told the youngsters. To Batman, before he left, “Good luck.”

Batman grunted and disappeared. It sounded like a tearful thanks. Commissioner Gordon took a puff of his smoking pipe and decided to end the day today. He did not want to deal with the Robins and whatever terror they were about to unleash on Penguin.

——

“Penguuuuuiiiiiiinnnn, where aaaaare youuuu?!” Lionel sang, whacking a goon across the head with a pipe. “Come ooout!”

Archy, gleefully lugging away bags of tech and guns, jerked his head at the left hallway. He wound around the bodies of the unconscious goons Batman beat up. Lionel grinned at him in thanks and, bouncing along, went to beat up the Penguin.

“Robin, that is evidence.” Batman stopped Archy.

“It’s only evidence if it gets logged. Besides, I’m not going to do anything with them… much.”

Batman scowled, remembering the parenting books he devoured after adopting Jason. Be firm.

“You are not going to give them to Hood to help with his turf war.”

“Give me one good reason why.”

Tim, passing the arguing pair, snorted. “C’mon B, at least Hood’s guys will make sure to not use them to hurt kids. Who knows what the GCPD will do with this many guns.”

“And, not to mention, you let me get shot when we fought Dent.” Archy looked up at Batman balefully, rubbing his side. Batman grimaced… but stood aside.

Archy smirked.

“B, help me out with this,” Tim shouted, patting the top of Penguin’s heavy safe. Batman sighed and took out his laser cutter. Or, as Dick named it, Batlaser.

“Batman is supposed to be a symbol,” Batman rumbled.

“Yeah, of vengeance and justice. I’m getting justice for my stolen bat-tech, Robin L is getting vengeance for that one time Penguin kidnapped him, and Robin A is getting… stuff. Now c’mon, I can’t carry all this gold by myself. I gotta loot the goons too!”

“Do not loot the goons.”

“You’re right. If they had cool stuff, they probably wouldn’t be working for Penguin.” Tim brightened as he shuffled through the Penguin’s hoard of treasures. “Oo! Lookit! Tax evasion!”

“… You memorized his tax returns when Oracle hacked it, didn’t you.”

“Obviously. Keep up, old man.” Archy snarked as he walked back in to grab some more stuff. “Hood’s on the way with Nightwing and I want froyo, so chop chop!”

Batman sighed.

——

Penguin huddled against the crate, heart pumping a rhythm of abject terror.

His night had been going so well! He had drinks in one hand, a beauty in another, and the weapons trading game underneath his feet! The Cobblepots were going to rise once more!

Then, the slide of gravel, here and there.

Fear.

A low chuckle. The Bat?

Fear.

The squeal of a hinge.

Fear.

Bubbly laughter. Oh no. Robin.

Batman and Robin had dropped to the floor of the base, knocking his goons out left and right.

“Ge’ your fat nose outta my business, Bats!” He had went to wave his umbrella to send spikes at the pair, only to be stopped cold.

He turned around slowly and … Robin?

“Wha-?”

“Heya, Penguin! Nice seeing you again!”

“Agh!” Blinding pain erupted on his face, nose leaking blood. Penguin stumbled back as the psychotic Robin laughed.

“There’s two Robin! Run!” His goons shouted. “Boss, run!” Cobblepot stumbled away, mentally noting to give that goon a raise, once he could see more than red tinged blurs.

“Wrong. There’s three.” A cold voice sounded out, followed by the quick sounds of bodies dropping. Oswald Cobblepot ran, because he was not meant to deal with more than one Robin. The world was not meant to have more than one, so it definitely wasn’t ready for three.

The door creaked open. Oswald Cobblepot peeked his head out from behind the crate. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw an empty doorway. Maybe he forgot to close it when he ran in.

“Heya, Oswald!”

Penguin looked up, eyes darting from the blood stained pipe and straight into the grinning maw of a Robin.

“… Bollocks.”

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 162

“So,” Danny drawled from where he was sitting, legs kicking slightly. Really, what a fun reincarnation. A world with heroes and villains where he didn’t have to do shit in and could just vibe with Ellie. 

“So,” Tim responded from where he was typing on his computer, mostly in civilian clothes save for his gauntlets and boots. The Red Robin outfit was haphazardly dropped across the couch and his pole leaning against the end. 

“Technically there’s proper procedures for clones…” Danny motioned to both himself and Ellie from where they sat on the counter, snacking on a plateful of scones. From Alfred, he was certain. 

“Technically, yes… but do we want to actually do that?” 

All three of them smiled, something almost feral in the motion. Of course not. They all had the same memories after all, and Bruce had just returned from the past, from exactly where and when Tim had said he was. Despite no one believing him, hence why they were in his boathouse, and not in the apartment or manor. 

“Think we can pull it off?” Ellie took a sip of tea, mischief swirling in her eyes. 

“Of course we can.” Both Danny and Tim spoke at once, one pulling up a new doc and the other pulling the whiteboard out from under a curtain. 

[ahfrickenfrick]

red robin, nightwing, and red hood are on a stakeout

dick: i don’t eat french toasts enough to put it above pancakes, no matter-

jason: if you gave french toast a shot-

tim: guys

jason: -you would like it way more

tim: guys

dick: i’m not saying that i’m-

tim: GUYS

jason: -you have to give it a fuckin’ shot!

tim: woah! hey!

jason: next time try it!

tim: the aggression..

jason: why don’t you give ‘em a shot

dick: shut the fuck up! please

jason: i don’t even remember the last time you attempted to enjoy a good french toast

dick: can you listen to what i’m gonna say?

jason: no, cause i know what you’re gonna say

dick: in this given moment, i have not had french toast enough, to put it above-

jason: i don’t know why you care so much *points to tim*

tim: why do I care so much??! did i say a fucking thing? why do I care so much? you just went on a fucking 3 minute tangent about how much YOU care! i was actually trying to interrupt you guys to say… this is a fucking hypothetical question! tomorrow we’ll wake up there’ll still be waffles, there’ll still be pancakes, there’ll still be French toast!

dick:

jason:

tim: and i care too much?? i couldn’t give a fuck less!! dick can wake up and eat all three tomorrow!! what are you saying i CARE too much! i’m literally waiting for you too stop

[meara-eldestofthemall]

The only thing better than Dick and Tim being the Chaos Bros is having Cass join them. Folks, I give you the Chaos Triplets.

[nox140497]

HELP!!!!

Please please please send me ideas guys I'm stuck. I want to write but i have no idea where to start. Please send me ides

[batman-soup]

Bonus if when Bruce finds out there is actually three of them he knows exactly who’s who. if they talk about a certain incident that happened on patrol then he automatically knows which triplet was robin that night. Also after meeting them w/o the mask only once he can tell them apart with no trouble. Yk like how only parents can tell their identical kids apart. They get so frustrated about how easily he can tell them apart and they do everything to fool him but he never slips up because those are his KIDS DAMNIT!

Batfam au where Bruce doesn’t know his identity but Tim is a triplet and he and his brothers just swap being robin idk idk

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Batfam X Encanto AU, with powers decided by their ages (it kinda got away from me at the end)

As the baby of the family, Damian gets Antonio’s animal speaking powers and absolutely is living his best life

Skipping Duke since he has his own powers already, we have Tim as Mirabel and Steph as Camilo. As tempting as it would be to switch them, I think there’s great angst potential in Steph never being sure if Bruce actually values her or just finds her powers useful.

Also angst in Tim being the only one without powers having to work to prove himself and Bruce being terrified as Jason has Luisa’s strength and was still struck down.

Outside of that Jason’s power doesn’t change that much, neither does Dick with Isabela’s powers, just now uses vines to swing around. Cass is a bit weird because she’d have Delores’ power, so now you have a girl who hears everything but can’t understand it. I mean it’d be helpful in the field, but I imagine it would get overstimulating quickly, especially trying to focus on one conversation while she’s just starting to learn English.

Finally we have Alfred, Barbara, and Bruce. I picked a random triplet for each since they’re the oldest, so Alfred gets magic healing cooking, obvs, Babs gets Bruno’s powers to match her Oracle branding (we’re not gonna talk about how this affects the killing joke or how Bruno made prophecies for others but never for himself ok?), and Bruce gets Pepa’s powers.

I mean like in a meta way Gotham was literally made to reflect Bruce's mental state, but what if that was true in universe? What if it's rained everyday since that night in the alley? What if you're trying to fix a city and you can't even fix your own brain? What if you're just making it worse? Worse weather, worse conditions, worse things you're willing to do to get out.

What if you're Batman, with an unreadable face, yet your emotion can be read on a thermometer?

What if you can't feel it in the Watchtower, but the weather warms up when you tell that old Bat a joke? What if the skies clear up when he knows you're flying to him?

What if you're Dick Grayson who can make the sunshine with your smiles? What if you're used to getting rained on when you try to talk?

What if you're Jason Todd, and the rainbow you once made only come out in the reflection on the hailstones he drops every time they mention your name? What if you once wanted nothing but thunder clouds, but now you want lightening to strike at everything but you?

What if you're Tim Drake, holding back a hurricane? Stephanie, reasoning with fog? Alfred, who's given up trying to change him, just grateful when it drizzles instead of snows?

What if you've mastered control as best you could and it's still not enough? What if you're trying to be some sunny playboy when all you want is to be a kid again? Could you keep it from pouring down on everything you love? Could you stop your rain from eroding everyone down?

[thrushforreal]

Random Highsociety Gothamite (RHG): Ah, the Drake Twins, how have you been? I do hope those Wayne's are treating you correctly?

Tim: Twins?

Trace: Yeah, Ma'am. Twins? We're Triplets?

RHG: What?

Tim: *Pulls Cass from behind them* Our long-lost Sister, Cassandra Drake-Wayne

Trace: We're ever so glad to be reunited

Cass: *older but not taller* Yes, Triplets. Wayne Triplets.

RHG: *flabbergasted*

[tokuvivor]

Okay, so I guess it’s my turn to provide some Movie Night highlights. So let’s get the ball rolling…

On Ice

Super early Donald design (a la The Wise Little Hen)

Donald being a dick

Give Pluto a break

Donald fanservice

“Use the perfect cast!”

Last Christmas!

Launchpad and the lights

Webby’s decorating skills

Christmas being a sore subject for Scrooge (I’m not a Scranta guy but go off y’all)

“Bah humbug!” “He said it!”

“Chug! Chug! Chug!”

Jiminy Cricket as Past

Present sounding like Patrick Star (Bill Fagerbakke voiced him)

The ghosts confusing Ebenezer Scrooge and Scrooge McDuck

“Young me.” “Old me.”

Bradford hate train

Beakley with the moves (and being into Future)

Scroldie moment

Scrooge vs. Past

The moment we’ve all been waiting for…

“Some weird emo kid?”

RIP Russi Taylor

Bluey (eh?)

A case of the munchies

DELLA DELLA DELLA

Donald’s apology

Wendigo fight!

Destruction of Donald’s guitar (and baby Donald rage)

Donald and Della knew!

Scrooge to the rescue!

Scrooge/entities of Christmas

“Welcome back!”

Launchpad being Jewish

Launchpad’s song (and everyone just goes along with it)

Della cameo at the end

The end credits *sob*

Intermission (Fasting Contest)

Last contest video with Ben Schwartz *sob x2*

“Can’t eat a goddamn raisin?!”

Random song parodies (Weird Al vibes)

“They call it vehicular manslaughter.”

Ducks and bread

Mickey’s Magical Christmas: Snowed in at the House of Mouse (feat. Mickey’s Christmas Carol)

Alllll the cameos

Donald acting like Scrooge

Triplet time!

Donald and ice skating, Part 2

Ludwig Von Drake appearance!

Walt Disney himself as Mickey (wait, no, Clarence Nash (aka the original Donald))

Chip ‘n’ Dale hate train

Brief discussion of the Winnie-the-Pooh universe

The Nutcracker (more Von Drake!)

Narrator vs. Von Drake

More Donald fanservice

Surprise Goofy appearance!

Narrator vs. all Ducks really

Mickey’s Christmas Carol vs. The Muppet Christmas Carol (Edit: started by @real-life-pine-tree)

Scrooge being a hater

Nightgown stylin’

Why is Daisy Scrooge’s love interest? (Seriously, Disney, Goldie’s right fuckin’ there)

Scrooge the Englishman

Tiny Tim

Shit goes down when Present leaves

RIP Tiny Tim

Scrooge going to hell

Pete hate train makes its grand return

Scrooge changes his tune

“Has he lost it?”, townsfolk say

Random Movie Trivia, courtesy of @writebackatya

“Toys ain’t gonna keep Tiny Tim from dying.” “But a raise and his father’s promotion will.”

Sweet song at the end

Heroes and villains getting along

Hopefully this is sufficient! (If it’s not, feel free to add shit!)

[thezoe611]

Sorry I meant, how old would you say the Darkwing Duck characters are in your story?

Let's see, this is my opinion of the ages of Geronimo's characters, it doesn't mean it's a correct calculation, okay? And it will be based on the Unstoppable era (not canon in Geronimo) In my opinion, approximately, Drake, Negaduck, Launchpad, Goofy and Donald should be between 45 and 50 years old by now. (although you don't notice the age with the hero and the villain, I mean, they are always exercising and taking care of themselves, so they must have the health of a thirty-year-old^^') Young adults like Gosalyn, Max, the triplets, Webby and Honker should be between 26 and 27 years old, since I consider Gos to be between 17 and 18 years old when the Geronimo Saga began (and although she is now a young adult, she is still a little girl in the eyes of Drake and Negaduck, which doesn't help the redhead much^^') Scrooge McDuck should already be 80 years old (although he does not show that age at all in the face of such good health ^^ '). And little Tim is only six years old. It is not an exact calculation, and the ages may not agree…. but I am not a mathematician, so I accept any calculation errors^^'

[deadsetobsessions]

Tim drake triplet au owns my soul I’m not gonna lie

Have some more ✨

——

Moral and ethical crises aside, having three Robins increased the crime fighting rate exponentially. Crooks could not do even a mildly villainous scheme without being cheerfully beaten down (Lionel), robbed blind (Tim), and having their operations permanently crippled (Archy). At this point, the only reason the Rogues were still alive was because Batman insisted on handling them.

“There’s a weird ship coming into Gotham bay~!” Lionel sang, skipping into the room with an armful of papers. Alfred sedately followed behind him, with a plate full of snacks and milk. He had been passive aggressive in feeding them, muttering something about making up for lost time.

“Thanks, Alfred,” Tim mumbled, grabbing a snack. One hand was doing case work, the other (the hand that grabbed a snack) was doing homework. “Yeah, I clocked that. Some pretty interesting people on it.”

“Once again, Bruce’s old flings haunt our doorstep.” Archy crossed the room and plucked some of the papers off of Lionel.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. People are gonna come flocking to his gates with the fake baby traps again at the end of the social season.” Tim grimaced, remembering all the cheek pinches he endured last season as he headed off anyone that would approach Bruce in his Brucie persona.

“Talia al Ghul is a different kind of issue.”

“I’d take fist fighting her over Mrs. Laughfy’s pinching any day.”

“Gee, I kind of want to meet Talia. She seems kind of badass.” Lionel plopped down onto his seat, dumping the rest of the papers onto the table. “Dick hates her though. Oh, Archy, here’s all of the paperwork from that shady chemical plant.”

“Thanks.” Archy went back to the drawing board, drafting up a complicated corporate scheme that ended up with Drake industries acquiring said shady chemical plants. They were planning the reveal of the Drake triplets soon, but their method had much to be planned.

As a matter of fact…

“As expected,” Archy scribbled something on a piece of paper. “Our best bet is to pretend we were always there.”

“Gaslight, gatekeep, girl-boss!”

The triplets nodded and moved on, Archy forging their birth certificates.

Idle conversation started up again, rotating between their upcoming gaslight gatekeep girl boss masterplan, Talia’s arrival, and whether or not they should dye Jason’s hair bright purple.

“I wonder why she came? She got on the ship with a… kid.” Tim stilled, dawning horror and realization settling upon his face. “No way.”

“Oh. Oh, that’s juicy.” Lionel grinned like a bat fresh out of hell.

“We need more information.” Archy set aside his papers, an indication of intense focus from him.

The door clicked open and three heads swung in unison.

“Hey, guys, what are you…” Dick faltered as three sets of piercing blue eyes locked onto him. “Uh. Something wrong?”

Lionel dove at the door, shutting it closed and locking it.

Tim sprung up and clamped a hand onto Dick’s wrist. His smile became eerily polite. “Dick! We had a couple of questions for you!”

Dick glanced down at him, back at Lionel, and then forward at Archy’s widening grin. He shuddered.

“Am I about to die?” He wondered out loud, resigning himself to his fate as his baby-birds dragged him over to their war table.

——

“You didn’t know about me.”

“…No.”

“But we did!” Damian startled, unsheathing his sword in record time and swinging an arc of deadly blades towards the voice.

“Heya! I’m Robin!”

“I am also Robin.” Damian sidled back and looked up, weapon at the ready. Two identical Robins perched on the flickering street lamps, tilting their heads down at him.

“Hey, Damian. I’m Robin.” The one on the left waves.

“Boys,” his father sighed.

“Can it, B. I can’t believe you did the horizontal tango with Talia, of all people.”

Damian bristled. “You would not be worth the ground mother walks upon, you ingrate!”

The three robins looked at each other and simultaneously looked back at Damian. “Oh, we like you. Yes, you’re about to be our new favorite brother.”

Damian didn’t know whether to lunge at them or be flattered.

“C’mon, Wayne junior. We’ll show you around. Pick an alias, one you can use before we train you to be Robin.”

“I… I will fight you! Robin is mine by right! I am father’s blood son!”

One of the Robins perched on top of the lamp post grinned, half feral as he swung down. “We’d like to see you try, little bird.”

“Stop antagonizing him. Damian, you’ll become Robin eventually, but the only way is to get acknowledged by the former Robins. There’s so much more to becoming Robin than being good at combat like you are.”

“We’ll teach you! Robin lesson number one! Annoy B with competence!” The cheery Robin cheered.

“No.”

They ignored Batman. Damian, after checking his father’s face and not finding anything other than exhaustion, followed their example hesitantly.

“Here, take this grapple.” The serious Robin handed him a grapple and a domino mask. “Second lesson, Robins fly through the sky. We can stalk, sure, but we fly better than anyone else.”

Damian glanced at Batman again, before taking the grapple. In unison, the Robins shot up and away.

“Let’s go, Damian. We shouldn’t leave them unsupervised.”

“They are not competent enough to patrol alone?”

Father grimaced. “They are. But if we leave them be, they’ll take over Gotham in a matter of weeks.”

Damian’s respect towards the Robins went up a couple of notches. He put on the domino and grappled after the Robins.

When they find Joker goons transporting goods, the third Robin (Timothy, he found out later) turned to him and smirked.

“Third lesson? The punishment has to fit the crime. Those are stolen goods. So we rob them blind.”

“Those goods are evidence, Robin,” Father rumbled. Damian tensed, but the Robins remained relaxed.

“Okay, so we don’t touch the evidence, but everything else is fair game. Wallets, keys, lightbulbs.”

“That is incredibly petty,” Damian snapped.

“Well, B said we can’t murder them and maiming someone for stealing is too much. So, petty we must be, to refrain from going off the deep end.”

Damian considered tossing them off the roof, but these infernal fools would probably laugh and return to the roofs like cockroaches.

——

Damian watched the carnage in awe. The Robins were incredibly efficient and effective, drawing terror from their victims even before even commencing a beat down.

“I will accept their guidance,” Damian muttered to himself.

Behind him Batman lowered his head into hands in a moment of weakness. He prayed to allah and his parents for patience… and sanity.

——

“Jaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyysonnnnnnn!”

“Oh, fuck no!” Jason shot out rubber bullets without hesitation. “Fuck off, you demon!”

“But don’t you want to meet our youngest brother?”

Jason lowered his guns, glaring at Lionel’s chirpy face. “What? I’ve already met Tim.”

“Nope! Apparently, Bruce had a kid with, I shit you not, Talia al Ghul!”

Jason holstered his guns, interested in any mockery aimed at Bruce. “No way. You’re lying.”

“Nope! Meet Damian!”

Behind Lionel, Bruce’s mini-me stepped out. “Todd.”

Jason straightened and stepped closer, though noticeably giving Lionel a wide berth. He was never going to let the old man live this down. And from the looks of it, he had allies in the form of the three terrors.

——

Bruce looked down at the cake. He looked back up.

On one hand, his kids were getting along.

On the other hand… he was getting bullied by his kids.

Bruce heard a low chuckle.

Scratch that, he was being unjustly bullied by his kids and Alfred.

In front of the exhausted dad of six (and future dad of so many more), sat a cake with the words “congrats, it’s a boy!” and a picture of Talia.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Trinity's Triumphant Of Mircales

by WriterDMathis Bruce Wayne is about to bring into the world a new generation, representing the convergence of the Wayne, Amazon, and El bloodlines and new additions to the family. Words: 3773, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Superman (Comics), Batman (Comics), Wonder Woman (Comics), Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Superboy (DCU), Supergirl (DCU), Lois Lane, The Eradicator (DCU) Relationships: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Childbirth, Mpreg, Triplets, Team as Family, Family Fluff, Romance, Threesome - F/M/M, Everyone Loves Bruce Wayne, I like the Eradicator so he serves as a guard for Superman via https://ift.tt/MyHDaQ3

[takaraphoenix]

Tim Drake should have a ducksona.

Tim DRAKE should be asked by someone (Steph. Snarkily) if he is a background character on DuckTales, check out the reboot and then unironically get into the show because it's just genuinely good.

And then he should convince the rest of the core four to dress up as the triplets and Webby for Halloween.

[ao3feed-timkon]

Fly Back Home (where the heart is)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mrTtJao

by CrescentCyan

Damian swore to protect his older brother and sister. That meant watching them leave him behind.

Danny swore to live. Then he died.

Marinette swore that she would always tell her little brothers everything. One day, she couldn't. And after one horrid day that could have easily gone worse, she could. And she did.

Words: 1170, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Triumvirate

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Danny Fenton, Damian Wayne, Jack Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Sabine Cheng, Jason Todd, Luka Couffaine, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Lê Chiến Kim, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir

Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Danny Fenton, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Jack Fenton & Sabine Cheng, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Jason Todd, Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Lê Chiến Kim, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd/Kara Zor-El

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[draw-me-some-stories]

Okay, but listen —

If we like, squish the timeline a bit, we can have some real fun. (What are cannon timelines anyway? We’ll blame Clockwork.)

Jazz is officially 2 years older than Danny, and so also Tim — but let’s make it only one year, so when the boys are 14, she’s 15.

Danny dies(ish) and gets his ghost powers.

Tim’s already been Robin for a bit now, maybe long enough that we’re past Jay’s murderous return but not to the point where Tim has any inclination to be anywhere near him without backup.

Then Damian shows up and is also trying to kill Tim from time to time. Tim doesn’t feel safe around Damian and his total lack of consequences in regard to attempted murder, and it jumpstarts Tim getting himself emancipated.

Tim and Danny are maybe 15/16, making Jazz 16/17.

Then the bad!reveal happens with the Fentons. (They’re still around, just bored of being the Drakes.)

Suddenly Jazz and Danny are desperate for somewhere safe to run, and Tim is all on his own and desperate for family who will at least not try to murder him and maybe will even want him around. They somehow discover each other.

Tim is emancipated. Danny and Jazz are runaway minors.

Tim sues for custody of his siblings.

Is it weird that he’s trying to become guardian to siblings that are his same age or older? Yes. Does he care? He does not, and he’s got the money to back it up.

So now Tim is legal guardian for his twin and older sister. Jazz is talking about becoming emancipated herself, because as the oldest she feels that it’s her responsibility to look after her little brothers rather than Tim having to. But Tim is worried that she’ll leave and take Danny with her.

And through all this, Jazz and Danny are trying to hide all the ghost stuff. (And maybe Dani as well! Looks like Timmy’s a triplet now!) Tim is trying to hide the vigilante stuff from his new siblings, and his new siblings from the bats, but especially Jason and Damian.

Toss in some GIW encounters, Ra’s Al Ghoul’s Timmy obsession, some Ghost King Phantom being summoned by JL or JLD.

Sounds like a fun kind of mess. :)

What if Jack and Maddie Fenton were actually Jack and Janet Drake?

The Drakes are their actual identities but they created the Fentons as a why of letting loose, of getting to be their truest most unhinged selves and pursue their true passion without the eyes of high society Gotham judging them.

Whenever the Drakes are supposedly out of the country on archeological digs they are actually in a little no where town in the midwest.

The Drake wealth is perfectly capable of funding their experiments and prototypes and every now and then they do show up to a dig for a week or too, but the Fentons are who they truly are.

So of course Gotham never finds out about Janet's first pregnancy and little Jasmine is welcomed into the world as an Amity Park Fenton, not a Gotham Drake. Janet's second pregnancy however.

Well as i said, the Fentons are who they truly are at their most unhinged and unfiltered. And upon finding out that their having a set of identical twins, well, can you really blame them for passing up this perfect opportunity to test Nature vs. Nurture.

One boy would be a wealthy Drake raised as an only child in a hostile city, the other would be a Fenton raised with his older sister in a peaceful small town.

That's what they decide and thats what they do, and everything is as cannon goes. Tim doesn't know that his parents "archeological digs" are really an excuse to spend most of their time as the Fentons, and Danny and Jazz don't know that the longer "ghost conventions" are an excuse to handle Drake affairs and check on their unknown brother.

At least until things start to get complicated.

(Im not sure if Maddie fakes Janet's death or if she really dies, and if Jack's coma is fake or real and he lost his Fenton memories. Or maybe the death and coma dont happen at all and the truth comes out some other way like Danny finding the Nature vs. Nurture notes or a school trip to gotham or maybe Jazz desides to go to college in Gotham and it comes out that way somehow.

This obviously works best as a "bad parents Jack and maddie" though how bad they are can be entirely up to you. Maybe everything comes out sometime after a "reveal gone right" and Danny and Jazz think their parents are getting better only to be smacked in the face by the betrayal of "secret billionaire parents who essentially abandoned their brother"

Dont know but im tossing it to the void.

To me the most important scenes in this idea is Tim angst at the fact that his parents were never actually too busy to be there for him and had instead chosen no to be there, the somewhat bitter consolation of learning that even when their parents were physically there they still weren't there there for his siblings, and then some good ole slightly unhinged sibling bonding.

Maybe the measuring of ecto contamination and debate in if their parents presence did more damageto their health or less

They honestly might be tied on mental and physical scars. All three kids tend to come with headcanons about neglect and malnourishment)

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[thesinglesjukebox]

DILJIT DOSANJH FT. SAWEETIE - "KHUTTI"

Per the Punjabi Music subreddit: "'Khutti' doesn’t really have one meaning and can be used to mean amazing or larger than life or trouble or similar things"...

[5.80]

Nortey Dowuona: From what I've read, Diljit Dosanjh seems both very nice and deeply ambitious and has spent the last two decades becoming a star of Punjab bhangra and cinema. He began in 2009 with The Next Level, produced by Honey Singh, as well as his lead role in the Lion of Punjab in 2011, in which he and Honey Singh teamed up to make him available to pop rap, opening the door for his following attempts at crossover. However, despite his desires to create a crossover hit on the level of “Gangnam Style,” he had yet to do so, having worked with several other producers but failing to break through as a musician. Finally, he seems to be on the verge, starring in the biopic of the legendary Amar Singh Chamkila for Netflix, as well as this song. A quartet led by HARV, GENT!, John and Pontus make the drums bounce and the synth riff twinkle ever 4 measures, enough for Larry Jacks and Raj Ranjodh as well as Saweetie to team up and make Diljit Dosanjh dazzle. [7]

Katherine St. Asaph: This Punjabi crossover bangs in the way a meteor could be said to bang as it strikes Earth. Diljit's vocals and energy are colossal, and Saweetie mostly holds her own against the force of this, despite occasionally sounding unsure how she got there. [8]

Leah Isobel: I find Saweetie's presence on this sort of baffling. Like, I get that she signifies "hip-hop" and "women" and "United States" in a broad sense - so from a business perspective, she makes sense - but nothing about her performance or presence goes beyond the vague gesture. Her concept-free smoothness doesn't complement Diljit's specific rhythmic and vocal choices, either; instead, she just irons out a song that's already too frictionless. I'm not mad at it, but I don't feel anything either. [5]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: "From the Bay to Punjab" is going to be huge for the Instagram captions of a couple dozen people I knew in college; I wish there was a bit more Bay Area styling on this as opposed to the Atlanta-as-nowhere trap beat by Gent! (a Lil Yachty associate, tragically). Everything here is adequate but not quite satisfying -- Dosanjh seems less comfortable as a yelped than he does as a R&B-leaning loverman, Saweetie does the same thing she's done for the past half decade, fossilized in an eternal pre-pandemic summer. [4]

Jessica Doyle: The execution's on the boring side, but I like the concept. Also how Saweetie says, "Y'all know what time it is," because she informed us it was 8 a.m. local time two minutes earlier. [5]

Taylor Alatorre: Even more of a blatant cut-and-paste job than these cross-border collabs often are; Saweetie framing her verse as the byproduct of a 12-hour red-eye flight is some savvy expectation management. Diljit, or at least his producers, are fluent enough in the lingua franca of trap music to make each part work fine on its own, even if hand-off between the two is unceremonious. [5]

Ian Mathers: Feels oddly like a mirror universe counterpart to Truth Hurts' "Addictive," and if it's not quite the banger that one is, it's still pretty good! [7]

Isabel Cole: On first listen I thought I wanted this to be faster, but after a few more I came to appreciate the unhurried way the beat muscles forward. [6]

Rachel Saywitz: A perfectly fine Punjabi banger with an unsurprisingly middling Saweetie verse. That downward vocal flourish in the chorus gets more and more entrancing as I listen. [6]

Tim de Reuse: Very little is exchanged in this cultural exchange. Dosanjh gives a spirited performance, but the grooveless, sparse beat simply does not function underneath his Bhangra cadence; he is syncopated and energetic, while his surroundings plead for Drake-style triplets. The overall effect is that of a crude mashup that could've stayed on SoundCloud, but at least he's trying to keep us entertained. Saweetie, on the other hand, is on autopilot, bringing nothing specific other than a few off-handed geographic references. And, hey, on that note -- why would you drop that you're getting a visa? Applying for an Indian tourist visa is not a glamorous experience. It's mostly filling out forms for hours on a site that boasts compatibility with Internet Explorer 9. It still uses the HTML <marquee> tag. [5]

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