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Here be the first little bit of the new DP x DC AU I warned about earlier where Tim, due to his constant repeated attempts at cloning Bart & Kon, accidentally summons slightly eldritch Elle who is very interested in what heâs up to.
As always feel free to run with this as a prompt if yall find anything here interesting :D
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Tim didnât mean to summon her.
Heâd been in the lab, staring at the data on the latest failed attempts at cloning Kon and Bart and feeling like he was cracking in two. Eyes burning, chest tight, world spinning out into shifting impossible shadows around him as his mind and body struggled to push him forward into another day without sleep. The hush of water in the tanks, his unsteady steps on the cement floor, the chill seeping into his bones.
He stumbled and swayed through the maze of the lab, numbers dripping like blood down the screen as he tried to stare at the figures. He needed to try again, needed to bring them back, in whatever capacity he could. This time would work. This time heâd get it right.
When he saw her, feet clumsy as he rounded a corner, he thought she was just another hallucination.
How could she be anything else?
Skin like a polished mirror, hair like the white-hot flash of lightning, eyes as green as the depths of the Lazarus Pits. She floated before a tank, spectral and strange with a long wisping tail that drifted off into nothingness in place of legs, body shifting and changing before his eyes in ways that bodies should not be able to. Outside of the eyes the face wasâŚnot there. An impression of the shapes that youâd expect to see in a human face, like the Questionâs. Sometimes though the features defined, sharpened. Mirror bright skin crackling as faces took shape in the glass.
In the low light of the lab, he almost imaged one of those faces was Konâs. Dimples and freckles and high cheek bones and the slant of a silhouette that haunted Timâs dreams at night. A flicker of her lightining hair and it was gone. Smoothed back into soft blankness once more.
He watched from the of the aisle as she lifted too-long mirror shard fingers and rest them gently on the glass as she seemed to peer in at the lifeless body inside.
Attempt 76.
One of his tries with Bart. The organs hadnât grown right during the age-up process. Tim had cried for that one as he had for all the others. As he had for Bart and Kon when they had died. As he still did as the fact that it was more maddened grief than hope that kept him pushing forward anyway.
He closed his eyes to the hallucination at the end of the aisle. Breathed deep and steady. It might be gone when he opened his eyes again. It might not be. It might be something - someone - else when he dares look next. Heâd been through this time and time again over the days and weeks heâd been throwing himself at this agonizing wall. The only difference this time was the intricate strangeness, the total lack of recognition he had for the figure, baring the moment he almost saw Kon in its face.
Coffee. Maybe some harder stimulants, if he had any left. New data to review, new attempts to be made. He didnât have time for the effects of sleep deprivation.
Tim opened his eyes.
He jerked back as he came face to face with himself, warped and strange and green in the reflective face of the being where it now hovered so close that if it breathed he would feel it upon his face.
She tilted her head at him, curious. Hands rose to cup his face, rest on his shoulders, wrap around his arms, cradle his hands. More hands than heâd seen before. More hands than he was able to truly comprehend, stomach souring as his eyes stung and strained in the attempt to look at the impossible warping of her body. Despite the glint of shattered glass that made up her fractured palms and splintered silver fingers, her hands were soft and warm where they curled around him. Almost human in the way they held him in place, the hold pleasantly firm.
Heâd never had a doting elder aunt to pinch his cheeks and demand to get a look at him, but he imagined this might be what that felt like. The way the being shifted her head from side to side, his reflection warping in the curved reflection of the planes of her featureless face, added to the strange idea. His hallucinations didnât normally touch him, though. And never soâŚkindly.
Tim felt his blood go cold as he realized it might not be a figment of his fracturing mind floating before him.
Swallowing nervously, he tried to shift backwards, to slip out of the many grasping hands before the softness turned sharp and began to cut into him. He felt something cool against the back of his legs, hair standing on end as static electricity built up on his skin where he brushed the trailing tail he hadnât noticed her curl around him. The entity leaned in close, the depthless green of her glowing eyes consuming Timâs entire field of vision, and he was flooded by the sudden, horrible awareness of being Known.
The world fell away from him, his stomach lurching with the sick-sweet feel of free fall that used to exhilarate him when heâd first become Robin and had flown from rooftops dangling by his grapple and his belief in the magic being Robin instilled in him. The lab, the equipment, the piles of data and desperate scribbles, the failed clones, Tim himself. All swept away in the flood of green and the roar of lightning and the cool press of glass.
He came to would could have been minutes or centuries later. Gasping and sick on the cold cement floor, shivering as he dry heaved. His mouth full of salt and copper and the burning crackle of ozone at the back of his throat.
For a moment, disoriented and dizzy, he thought it had all been a hallucination after all. Or some fractious dream visited upon him by his torn and tattered mind after heâd finally collapsed from exhaustion on the lab floor. That the entity truly had been just in his mind, a consequence of his refusal to rest until his work was done.
Then he felt the glass-cool fingers running through his hair, the warm hand rubbing at his back, heard the low murmurs of reassurance in a voice that was almost, almost human.
He spasmed as he tried to jerk away, hissing with the sharp sting of pins and needles dancing over every nerve. His limbs were heavy and clumsy, and he was crashing back to the cold floor under his own weight before he could even try and drag himself away. His breathing came in short, aching gasps as he tried to twist away, only managing to roll to his back to see the entity where it sat calmly looking down at him.
She had a face now. A solid, steady one that fit her in a way that made him think it must be her real one, though what that meant exactly he didnât know. The glowing eyes had dimmed and shifted, more human looking with black pupils and white sclera. Button nose marked with silver-tarnish freckles that spread over her cheeks too. A mouth, with lips curled into an apologetic smile. Her hair, still shifting as if caught in a wind that wasnât there, was still the bright white itâd been before, but the lighting of the locks had settled into faint crackles between the curls. Whatever she was, whatever sheâd done to him, he could look at her without feeling like his mind might just crack in two.
âWha-â His voice cracked, painful and hoarse like heâd been screaming. Maybe he had been. Swallowing around the burn in his throat, he choked out a hissed, âWhat are you?â
Her head tilted in that curious slant again, more human features giving her a bright, youthful look as she peered down at him questioningly. âYou summoned me, Little Gaffer, shouldnât you know?â
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Gaffer is a term used for a glass crafter, as well as light technicians for stage/movie productions. Iâm using it as the term for the person who creates a Clone, with the clone themselves being a Mirrorborn, and the person they are cloned from being called the cloneâs Reflected. Gaffer is probably a bit of a stretch for this, technically I think someone who makes mirrors would be called a Glazier (Glaziers are glassmakers) but I wasnât vibing that as much. Besides I like the vibe of glass + light = mirror in a way.
Anyway, opening volley of a new AU where Tim ends up becoming like a warlock to Elle to get his loved ones back, while Elle is just having the time of her sorta eldritch little life watching this absolute mess of a human wreck shit and cause so much chaos even without the powers she starts giving him.
(Elle in this is both the God Queen of Clones/Mirrorborn as well as the Ancient of the Speedforce (which Iâve decided is called the Ever Onward in the Infinite Realms, because I literally canât be stopped from trying to make normal DC things sound mystical because spooky Infinite Realms aesthetics haha)
Have a tiny bit more written for this, but donât know how much Iâll end up writing for it with all the other projects I have currently lol, so if anyone is interested feel free to run with it as you so desire haha
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dpxdc#dp x dc writing prompt#Tim Drake#dani phantom#danielle phantom#elle phantom#god queen of clones Elle#ancient of the speedforce elle#unhinged tim but that's not a surprise#eldritch dani#kon kent#bart allan#mostly just their dead clones but still they're relevant#warlock tim#patron dani#unreliable narrator#only for a bit though#yall thought Tim was bad in canon just imagine what he'd get up to with fucky bullshit ghost powers#tim accidentally ending up as the leader of a cult because he actually is a prophet for a god like being#Kon and Bart are gonna be SO CONFUSED when they come back to life to this shit#Cassie just mad she joined the wrong Death Be Gone cult#also was anyone gonna tell me Cassie joined a cult after Kon died or was I supposed to just find that while reading wiki pages at 4am
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thinking about tim surprising lucy AND tamara with eras tour tickets all so he can fill his camera roll with pictures and videos of his girls looking all bejeweled while singing and danceing at the show.
#*and this is icarly!#suddenly a chenford eras tour concert has formed out of nowhere#can't wait to get home to try to write it!!!!#*my wips#the rookie#tamara colins#tamara collins#tim bradford#lucy chen#chenford#otp: you know me so well#oohhhh i should write another version of something like this where lucy surprises tim with superbowl tickets#the idea of them filming each other from being so giddy about getting to do something that's been on the top of their bucket list for years#..... KILLS ME!!!!!!#i love those couple videos that are like 'i took my bf/gf to [even] and here's how it went'#and it's a bunch of clips of them acting the most unhinged their partner has ever seen them
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MASSIVE SLAY for calling out the tim drake mischaracterization. If you ever write for him I'll be the first one to read istg
âË๨ৠTim Drake HCS ๨ৠâ.Ë
<33, thank you :') Tim is not only my fav Robin, but perhaps my fav batfamily member. I can yap about him for hours lmao. and since i am a yapper at heart here some headcanons for Tim, along side A SMUTTY ONESHOT
habit of FaceTiming you after patrol and using it as a gossip (shit talking) session âAnd you wonât believe what that motherfuckââ
CEO of âthis is usâ. Spams you with TikTokâs and cringy memes that remind him of you two together or just you in general.
He is chronically online, but not in the cringy gen alpha way, but in the way that he somehow knows every obscure gossips / cancellations happening. Even in niche that he is not into (like chef tini's thanksgiving mac and cheese controversy)
He is so smart, with the highest IQ in the batfamily after Bruce and yet he somehow decides that it's a good idea to try and take the piece of stuck toast with a fork... in a plugged, working, toaster. He is the type of person who's smart academically, gifted even, but never tries-- in fact he finds school boring (and i think this is canon)
Has a private account on social media, the ones that look like fake/bots right? Private with like 10 followers, and he posts mainly his s/o, pictures with his friends and his photography pictures.
He knows how to skate in canon. Stay assured he will teach you how to skate too. Late night skate practices when he doesn't have patrol, or during the summer going to the arcades together -- or driving to the nearest 7/11 to buy a slurpee.
OVER HIS DEAD BODY will he admit this, but he is a cuddler enjoyer. He is pretty short, so if youre slightly taller than him or larger, he is heaven. He likes to bottle up his feelings until he explodes, but, in those quiet nights when he can rests his head on your chest and relax by the sound of your heartbeat... he knows it will all be alright.
Doesn't know how to enjoy things normally. It's even all in with him or none at all. (like i mentioned here) emotionally he is stunned. He either goes down the rabbit hole and become utterly unhinged or is nonchalant, and you know in that moment you have lost him. This can apply for both relationships, friendships and even things like watching a new show or read a new book.
Is so pretty. Long black eyelashes, soft blue eyes that are so bright, his hair are of a shade of black that reminds you of the midnight sky. His muscles are just right. He is pale and yet has a warmness to him you can't really explain.
When he is not patrolling he actually has a pretty stable routine. Tim can be a control freak, and surely he, as the work alcholic vigilante he is, won't make his immune systemâ which is already weak withouth a spleenâ grow any weaker. He takes great care of himself. With going to sleep early, taking breaks, drinks tea, morning walks at 6am...
Has a loud mouth. Most will assume Jason would be the one to swear the most right? And I mean, he is, just not the number one. The number one is this meany right here. Who, in every three words, inserts a swearing word you didnât even know existed.
Secretly a romantic but not in the "normal way." His love would show up in the little things -> like taking notice of what you like, your fav characters, songs, foods, colour, animal etc.. and keeping it mind when needed. He is there for you when you need him, and he might not be good with words, but for sure he is good at taking care of you with touch.
MIXED TAPES!! You lost the count of how many burned CDs he gifted you, with an accurate playlist of songs chosen mirroring what he wants to portray. Anniversary? Bday? Holidays? He will gift you one along side another present for sure.
âWhat is this?â Your voice holding a hint of curiosity, surprise even as you look at him with soft eyes
âPre anniversary gift. I wanted to gift you somethingâ meaningful I supposeâ he says shrugging, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably as his big blue eyes were waiting to hear your contentment.
âAww, youâre so cute âŚâ you tease, on purpose making your tone slightly higher pitch. It might seem sarcastic, but truly it's not. Because youâre extremely grateful, every mixed tape is a little treasure you cherish with all of your heart. You just enjoy messing with him, because his face goes always so red.
âAlright, shut up nowâ he says, while rolling his eyes. Trying to act annoyed, but you can see right through him. He is miserably failing with this little act, because his love sick smile is big enough to bright the whole room.
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ć= A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you | in cantonese
Playlist: Slide away - oasis Useless ID - Kiss Me, Kill Me Kiss Me Deadly by Generation X When itâs time - green day somebody - depeche mode Just like heaven - the cure First date - blink-182 Lucky man - the verve Good good things - descendents Teenage Bottlerocket - Spend the Night Teenage Bottlerocket - Don't Go
The drawing is made by me btw!!
Š GLAMOURSCAT (all rights reserved. do not share, modify, translate and re-upload my work outside of tumblr)
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Sorry for my inconsistent posting schedule my darlings :(
Creepypasta/MH - The Moment They Knew They Loved You
Characters: Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Tim/Masky, âTicciâ Toby
Jeff the Killer
It wouldâve been a very long time after knowing you
Even if he was physically attracted to you, he wouldnât consider that âloveâ
He usually judges people more on their character
Thatâs not so say he doesnât enjoy calling people ugly if he thinks theyâre ugly though
So you guys wouldâve been vibing together for a while
Heâd come away from each interaction with you just a little happier (or a lot happier), but he didnât really notice it
That is, until he walks into a room one day and finds you relaxing, scrolling through your phone
He announces some unhinged plan, fully intending on carrying it out
You just look up at him for a second before (being used to his bs) just giving a thumbs-up and telling him to have fun
He blinked at you for a second, a grin coming to his lips slowly
He thinks to himself: you know, this is why I like them. They understand me.
And then he starts to think about all the reasons he likes you
He spends the rest of the night with your image in his head and a light feeling in his heart
Itâs when heâs lying in bed, telling himself to stop thinking so he can sleep, that he finally realizes:
Oh. Iâm in love, arenât I?
Heâs not mad about it; heâs more surprised than anything (at first at least⌠soon heâs ecstatic about it)
But he fully accepts his affection for you, and it wonât be long till he confesses ;)
Nina the Killer
Sheâs a pretty perky girl with a lot of emotions
Happiness, sadness, anger⌠sheâs unapologetic in expressing everything, to the point that many call her âextraâ or âweirdâ
Itâs only for those people that she acts more reserved, and itâs more in an act of resentment than resignation (basically her saying âeff you loser, you donât deserve meâ)
So she only really likes people that she doesnât have to act differently around
And of course youâre one of those people :)
She finds little things to like and hate about everyone in her life, and youâre no exception
So one night she just happens to be looking at a picture of you, and she gets to thinking
She smiles as she remembers good times with you: going to the mall, getting messy with baking or butchering, late night textingâŚ
At length she decides that thereâs a whole lot more to love than hate
And then she gets to thinking about your looks, and maybe sheâs biased because sheâs just decided that youâre delightful, but she feels a little heat come to her cheeks
She zooms in on the picture sheâs looking at, admiring your features one at a time
Sheâs baffled that she hasnât noticed how good-looking you are until now
And then the memories play again in her head, but this time her heart soars extra highâŚ
Sheâs in love with you!!
She smacks a hand over her mouth when she realizes it, then breaks into a fit of giggles
Get ready for not-so-subtle hints and extra affectionâŚ.
Sheâll want you to figure it out before she actually confesses lol
Jane the Killer
I feel like she wouldâve decided that she loved you pretty early on
Maybe even before interacting with you for the first time
She watched you (perhaps not entirely intentionally at first), and was at once enchanted by your looks and the way you carried yourself
You were like a magical creature of beauty to her
She didnât dare disturb you in the beginning; she was content just watching
She was sure that her infatuation was purely aesthetic; you were just pretty, that was all there was to it
Except IT WASNT
One day she happened to actually interact with you
She was a little nervous, what with you being held so high in her head
But you absolutely floored her
The way you spoke, the way you saw her as a personâŚ
You hooked her like a bass in a pond
She stood there breathless after your first interaction, watching you walk away with a racing heart
It was then that she knew this was much more than physical attraction
She HAD to have you, or at least try to
And trust me, she will try her hardest đ¤
Sheâll court you for a while first, just to see if youâre even interested
But if/when you are, she wonât be taking her time in confessing ;D
Tim/Masky
Methinks youâd have been friends for a while first
You went through a lot of things together: good times, bad times, silence, chaosâŚ
And maybe you werenât besties or anything, or super enthusiastic about each other (actually youâre probably a little cold to each other if anything, even if you do feel strongly attached)
But the point is that you have a history, and you know each other well
Plus thereâs an unspoken bond that says youâll have to tolerate each other for a long time (unspoken obligatory friendship moment)
Not that either of you minded
So one day youâre enjoying some silence together, relaxing out on a balcony and waiting for the dark clouds to pour rain
Your eyes are fixed on the sky, leaving your face in full view of the world
And, more importantly, Tim
Heâs not sure why, but his gaze catches on your face
He starts admiring the little features: your eyes, the curve of your nose, the way your eyebrows are shapedâŚ
He doesnât decide that youâre beautiful. He decides that this is the face of someone he loves
It hits him like a truckâjust a random thought out of nowhere:
This is the face of someone I love.
And while heâs taken aback at first, with a reddening face he realizes itâs true
He does love you!! All that youâve been through together really meant something to him
He looks away bashfully, grumbling something when you ask if somethingâs up
Get ready for the long gameâŚ. This man will never confess
Heâll curse himself for even insinuating any feelings for you, so youâll be left in the dark unless youâre REALLY good at picking up accidental gestures
âTicciâ Toby
Heâd be so oblivious to his own feelings
Heâd act super affectionate towards you, but only because he acts on impulse
He never stops to wonder why he gets the impulse to hug you or pinch you or say something not-so-mean (even NICE?! đ¤Ż) when heâs around you
He doesnât even notice that he only gets those impulses for you
So youâll probably figure it out before him
And itâs only when you start to return that affection that he really starts to question
But again. He is SO OBLIVIOUS
It takes him a very long time to figure it out⌠you honestly might just have to spell it out for him
He canât even take hints
I think that when he finally does figure it out, itâs a fleeting thought that catches for some reason
Like, heâs just daydreaming or something and suddenly heâs dreaming of dating you
And he thinks: hey, that wouldnât be so bad. But itâs not like I like them like that. WaitâŚ. Do I?
And then heâs just. Floored. Because HOW DID HE MISS IT FOR THAT LONG
Literally grips his hair like âWHAT!!!!â
Immediately runs to go yell at you tell you that he loves you
And youâre just like âoh I know. But thanks for finally confessing! <3â
Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my sweet duckies <33
(divider by saradika)
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta x reader#marble hornets x reader#jeff the killer#jeff the killer x reader#nina the killer#nina the killer x reader#jane the killer#jane the killer x reader#tim wright#tim wright x reader#masky x reader#ticci toby#ticci toby x reader#tobias rogers x reader
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DC x DP Dead Tired 'Fake Relationship' plot bunny
Alright, imagine me presenting you with this like a proud cat bringing you the hair tie I just murdered. (Anyone is welcome to add to this - to treat it like a prompt or to expand on it. Just, like, let me know so I can consume it with an unhinged fervor, thank you!)
Tim (no longer forever 17) finds himself in a bit of a situation. One being that he's really fed up with Dick and Barbara and Alfred and even Bruce being nosy. And why are they being nosy?
Because that's their love language. And also, because for some absurd reason Tim cannot discern, Dick got it in his head that Tim is lonely. Which, of course means everyone has accepted the mission to get Tim hitched.
Is it that Tim and Bernard broke up? Is it that Tim has gone stag to every charity gala for the last year? Is it that Bruce finally pulled his head out of his ass and made things work out with Selina? The world may never know.
What Tim does know is he isn't lonely. He's fine. Truly.
Enter Danny Phantom.
The ghost hero is interesting. Tim side eyes the guy pretty hard when he joins the Justice League. For a dead guy, he's pretty cheery and up-beat. Honestly, with all the quips & puns, he could have been a Robin in a past life.
Surprising absolutely no one, Nightwing and Phantom quickly become butt-buddies, joined at the hip, partners in crime. Tim is not jealous, no matter what Dick says. He has his own team, his own cases, CEO work, etc etc etc and even more etc. Great, Dick has a new friend.
Too bad for Tim, one of his cases overlaps with Phantom's 'jurisdiction'. No one will tell Tim what that means. No worries, Tim will find out. He always does.
Red Robin and Phantom team up. It goes... great. No grievous injuries, the case gets solved, Phantom takes the frankly disturbing relic of Red Robin's hands. Tim cares only in-so-far that the thing is out of Gotham and Phantom promises (so-signed by Batman? the actual fuck?) it will be safe and won't return to the human realm.
They're wrapping up in one of Tim's more 'civilian' passing safe-houses. Mostly because it was the closest, and Phantom said something about 'ley lines' and 'easier to open a portal'. Cool, whatever. Tim was going to burn this safe-house soon anyway.
Tim, as always, gets himself into trouble. Chronic Thinking Too Much Disease, they really ought to make a cure for it. He's reflecting, watching Phantom eat Cheerios right out of the box, sitting on the counter, looking like he belongs there. When the fuck did Tim get Cheerios?
There's no denying it. Tim liked working with Phantom. The guy is good in a fight, doesn't rely on his powers too much, and kept up with Tim. Not not physically, but intellectually. And he's shockingly earnest when he isn't being a trash-talking little shit.
So. Tim gets an idea.
"Hey," he says before he's even thoroughly thought it out, "we should date."
Phantom pauses, gloved hand suspended in the middle of shoving another handful of cereal into his mouth, wide eyed and gaping. Attractive.
"Huh?" he says, eloquently.
"Not for real," Tim scrambles to explain. "I mean fake dating. Just hang around some, be a bit performative, nothing out of masks. We can say we're taking things slow and break up. Nightwing keeps trying to set me up with a date. This will get him off my case."
"Oooooh." Phantom resumes inhaling cereal. Why a ghost needs to eat, Tim would like to know, but it's probably rude to ask. Slowly chewing, Phantom seriously thinks it over. "You know, the council has been bugging me too. About dating. This could work out for both of us."
Council? Tim would like to know why a council is interested in Phantom dating. So he asks.
Phantom sighs explosively. Finally, he sets the Cheerios down. "OK, so like, this is need to know basis only. I haven't even disclosed it to the League. And like, Nightwing only knows because he's my friend and the Observants crashed one of our mission and blew the lid."
Pulling a face, Phantom waves an arm in an arc over his head. A crown appears, spinning and shooting off beams of light like an Aurora Borealis.
"I'm the Ghost King. It's a whole thing, no I am not taking questions on it at this time. Well, technically, I'm the Prince of the Infinite Realms because I'm too young to take the throne. So, there's a council and a regent. Whatever, not important!"
Phantom claps, getting himself back on track. "What that means is there's a council and Observants that are really interested in my personal shit. Including who I date. But like, I'm enjoying my brat girl summer and being single right now, not that they care."
Tim blinks. Then blinks again, slotting the new information in place alongside everything he knows about Phantom. That's... something.
"That sounds annoying," Tim says, instead of one of the approximately 23 questions in his head that are quickly spawning more by the second. "Fake dating would solve both of our problems."
Because Tim is a professional, they make a contract. Phantom will remain Red Robin's boyfriend, since they're taking it slow and no secret identities will need to be disclosed. Tim doesn't ask why Phantom would have a secret identity... he's dead? Saves the question for the later.
Red Robin will remain Phantom's totally human badass vigilante boyfriend, since they're taking it slow and Tim won't be required to do anything in any capacity for the Infinite Realms.
Then they set boundaries. Date ideas, what they're comfortable with for PDA, how much they'll have to do to sell it.
"I mean," Phantoms says, again with a mouthful of Cheerios. "Clockwork monitors the timelines, so he definitely already knows what we're doing. And he hasn't intervened yet." When Tim gives him A Look, Phantom helpfully explains, "He only intervenes when I do something stupid enough that'll change the course of the multiverse. So," then shrugs, entirely too nonchalant for Tim's tastes.
"If Clockwork already knows, won't he say something to the council or the Observants?" The very Observants Phantom has guaranteed will pop in on Tim at some point. So Tim feels compelled to ask.
"Nah," Phantom says. He kicks his feet from where he's sitting on the kitchen table now, right at Tim's elbow. "He hates the Observants more than I do. I bet he loves this. He's always down to fuck with them."
Great. That's... great.
Nothing can go wrong, right?
#my writing#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp ficlet#dc x dp prompt#Danny Fenton/Tim Drake#Dead Tired#Fake Dating Trope#not me writing this prompt and realizing it's practically a chapter#i never claimed to be capable of doing things in halves#and i do want to write this#i have no clue when i will be able to get to this so i am gifting my brain worms to the fandom#so with this as you please
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"I kinda blacked out there, didn't I?" Tim asked, laughing in an unhinged manner.
Batman (surprised): You took Bane down?
Red Robin (bloody hands): Yeah... Kind of blacked out.
Batman: How?
Harley Quinn stood to the side spoke up as Robin stared at his bloody hands.
Harley: Bane brought up the kids dead parents, he was unaware they died and... you evah seen a raccoon with rabies? Yeah he became that and took him down.
Robin: Oh, that's right, that did happen.
Robin chuckled in an unhinged manner, not upset by his blood stained hands anymore.
Red Robin: You ever hear a tear from paper being written? Th- That was mind and then Harley pulled me away and he was on the ground. Heh-heh- heh, worth it.
Batman: What did he say?
Harley's eye widened and she shook her head to end the conversation. Robin's left eye twitched while he forced away the negative comment that Bane said to set him.
Batman: Um... You don't have to answer. Good job Robin.
Red Robin (perking up): Thank you, Batman. I'm going to wash my hands.
As Red Robin left, Harley offered him an encouraging smile. Once he was out of sight, she sauntered over to Bruce.
Harley: Oh God, he's so hurt. How did his mom and dad die? Because his reaction was ... Intense. That was me when after I left the vat of Joker venom.
Batman: Long story, very sad, it's a trigger for him. If you want to ask him, be careful with it. Seriously though, what did Bane say about his parents?
Harley: A lot of creepy things he'd do to his mother mostly. Like he wouldn't let up.
Batman: So completely deserved? Cool.
Harley: Totally, can I talk to him later though?
Batman: You can try, but you don't have a license anymore.
Harley: Once you become a therapist, it doesn't cease to exist.
#batfamily#batfamily chronicles#batman#batfamily shenanigans#batbros#batfamily headcanons#bruce wayne#tim drake#harley quinn being a therapist#harley quinn is smart#harley quinn#tim drake headcanon#i have been writing a lot of tim drake loses it when his parents are insulted on fics#sorry about that#batfamily comedy#batfamily fanfiction#batfamily fluff#microfiction#headcanon batfamily#batfamily microseries#dc batfam#dc batman#script fic#part of my batfamily microseries#batfamily fic#batfamily funny#batfamily microfiction#dc fanfiction#part of my batfamily flash fiction#flash fiction
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Bruce, high on painkillers, is being babysat by Jason. Jason has to do an emergency Red Hood thing, and lacking an alternative, slaps a stock domino on Bruce and drags him along.
Bruce proceeds to say/do the most unhinged shit. The goons are suddenly viscerally aware of where Hood got it from.
WOW okay you guys are unhinged, you know that?
(And I love it <3)
A/N: I fully intended to write a crack fic, but the feels crawled in through the plot holes I missed and made their homes in the heart of the story. Also I don't know what you mean by 'stock domino' so I'm assuming it's one of those dollar store ripoffs.
(TW: Accidental overdosing on painkillers, mentions of blood, Jason's usual level of swearing, some goons almost dying but like in a funny way.)
Word Count: 2328
Jason wants to scream.
Like, let it rip out on an abandoned cliff in the howling rain kinda scream.
But no, he's stuck babysitting Brucie Wayne who accidentally OD'd on fucking painkillers after trying to treat himself in Alfred's unfortunate absence (how does that even happen?!).
Dick and Damian are out doing some brotherly-bonding thing, Tim's with the Titans, Duke and Cass are at the movies, and Steph has declared herself "not one of Bruce's kids." Leaving Jason as the only one free to look after their "Dad".
Jason pushes Bruce down on the Batcave's gurney for the billionth time after he attempts (keyword: attempts) to walk again, scowling. None of them are getting any waffles from me again. Or pancakes. Or scones. Or anything I make for them out of my sweet, kind heart. Those little shits.
Jason puts two fingers on Bruceâs wrist, checking his pulse. His skin is cold and clammy, breathing slow, but at least heâs not vomiting anymore. He sighs, collapsing on a chair beside Bruce. He's tired. So fucking tired.
Just as Jason's eyes flutter shut for a moment, the Batcomputer's alarm suddenly blares.
Bruce shoots up, shouting, "ALARM!"
Grumbling, Jason drags himself to the computer, pushing Bruce down along the way. He opens the glaring red notification, brows creased.
Black Mask's goons have intercepted some military shipment...
"Ugh..." Jason groans, and moves to put on his helmet (he never changed out of his costume), checking his guns, when a sudden crash from behind him snaps his attention to the man-child he's supposed to be babysitting.
Bruce has stepped off the gurney and collapsed face-down on the med bay's floor.
He can't just leave him there, can he?
Jason considers his options: He could either strap Bruce to the gurney and leave (in which case Dick will have his head), or he could take Bruce out on the streets with him (in which case Dick will absolutely want to murder him.)
Jason smirks. Itâs obvious which oneâs the right choice.
Ten minutes later, Jasonâs riding through the city at over a hundred miles per hour, with Bruce strapped to the backseat of his motorcycle. Bruce is wearing a dollar store ripoff of the Robin domino and a Robin-themed cape made of Timâs bedsheets, looking absolutely ecstatic at the high speed.
They arrive at the warehouse where Black Maskâs goons have transported their stolen goods, parking in a shadowed spot a building away. Jason gets off, helping Bruce onto his feet, and says, âNow, Iâm going to go shoot some people, you stay hidden and quiet, got that?â
âGuns are bad,â Bruce replies, holding a finger to Jasonâs helmet. âJust like clowns. And ducks.â
Raising an eyebrow, Jason shakes his head. He doesnât have time for this right now.
Jason quickly scales the nearest building, grappling to the roof of the warehouse. He peeks in through a hatch in the roof to survey the area. There are about a dozen armed goons, none of them looking very bright. There are 4 crates theyâre guarding, likely filled with ammo.
Cocking his guns, Jason jumps down through the hatch, landing right in the middle of the warehouse with a âthudâ sound. âSurprise,â He grins, raising his guns.
âAye, thatâs Red Hood, ainât it?â Comes a goonâs terrified voice. The others around him immediately aim their guns at Jasonâ theyâre clearly untrained.
Suddenly thereâs another thud behind him. âThatâs a bucket, you morons!â Comes a too-familiar, slurred voice. Jason turns around to come face-to-face with Bruce, eyes wide.Â
In a fight with any real criminals, this distraction would have cost Jason his life. But luckily these adorably clueless goons are just as shocked as him.
Unfortunately the distraction only lasts for a few seconds. Jason immediately jumps into the fight, shooting three goons in the kneecaps and dodging a few bullets. From the corner of his eye, he sees two more goons running out the door, crying. He punches another guy in the face, instantly knocking him out, and is about to turn back to check on Bruce when suddenly something hard collides with his skull.
Jason staggers slightly, trying to regain his balance, when he sees a goon holding a giant stone, wearing a proud grin.
Fuck, his helmetâs probably bustedâŚ
Then suddenly Bruce is running towards the goon, hands fisted and veins popping, screaming, âNO ONE HURTS MY SON!â
Then Bruceâs fist collides with the goonâs with a sickening crunch, splattering blood across the floor as the man crumples to the ground. Bruce doesnât stop there, and continues to beat him up, yelling profanities.
It warms Jasonâs cold, (un)dead heart to watch thatâ to see his Dad fighting for him. Itâs like they say, youâre most truthful when youâre drunkâ or high. This is how much Bruce loves him.
Then another thought strikes himâ Bruce is going to regret being this violent when he sobers up. Itâs going to claw at him, tear him up, and heâs going to compartmentalize and end up punishing himself by overworking.
Jason rushes forward, pulling Bruce off of the man. âBâ Robin, stop!â He shouted, looking into the manâs domino-covered eyes.
Bruceâs brows furrow. âRobin?â
Jason points to Bruceâs Robin-themed cape and stock domino.
âAh.â Bruce nods, pulling away. âYou okay? Did you see any duck?â
âDuck?â Jason pauses in confusion. But before he can question it farther, he spies the three remaining goons using a ladder to climb up through the roof of the warehouse, trying to escape.
âStay here. And do not move.â Jason orders Bruce, and runs after them.
He makes his way up the ladder as fast as he can , exiting under the polluted night sky. The goons, the ridiculously stupid goons, are standing around the edge of the roof, trying to figure out how theyâre going to get down.
He doesnât get paid enough to deal with this ridiculous shit.
Actually, scratch that, he doesnât get paid at all.
âWow, you guys are pathetic,â Comes Red Hoodâs robotic voice, startling the goons, and one of them accidentally topples over the edge, screaming. Jason ensures that the guyâs hanging on tightâ he can wait.
He cocks his guns, aiming both at the two standing goons. Both men are trembling with fear, hands up in surrender. âHoodâ Mr. Hood, pleaseââ One of them squeaks, but one look from Jason shuts him up.
âPlease. Mr. Hood was my father,â Jason quips, his robotic chuckle sounding sinister.Â
Thatâs when he hears another voice behind him (again)â âBut Iâm your father.â
Jason jumps, whipping around. âHow did youâ I didnât even hear you come!â
Bruce just shrugs innocently, waving his bloodstained hands at the terrified goons.
Then Jason hears the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. From the corner of his eye he sees the bolder of the goons, the one that had spoken before, taking aim.
âDUCK!â He yells, falling out of the way.
Instead of dodging, Bruce falls into a defensive stance, looking around frantically. âWhere?!â
The bullet barely misses Bruceâs ear as he turns his head.
Jason has had it with sky-high Bruce now. Annoyance rising, he quickly shoots the two goons in the kneecaps, forgetting about the one hanging off the edge, and stalks up to Bruce, glaring.
âWhat is up with you and ducks?!â He demands, his voice raised.
âDucks are evil,â Bruce spits, nose wrinkled. âJust like clowns. And bats.â
Jasonâs brows raise. âBats are evil?â
âYeah, duh, thatâs why everyoneâs scared of Batman.â Bruce rolls his eyes, his drawl sounding too much like Steph. âBats are scary.â
âYou really took âbecome what you fearâ too literally, huh?â Jason snorts, putting his guns back in their holsters. Then he takes off his helmet, checking the damageâ just a slight crack at the back. Not too bad.
âYou know, I fell into a hole and into a cave when I was a boy and a dozen bats attacked me. I nearly died.â Bruce continues, gesturing towards the air with his hands.Â
âYeah, right.â Jason shakes his head, chuckling. âNow come on, we gotta get you back.â
Thatâs when another voice rings out, high-pitched and scared. âUm, Mr. Hood? Please HELP! Please, please, pleaseââ
Jasonâs attention snaps to the corner of the roofâ ah, right, the goonâs still hanging off the edge, isnât he?
He grumbles, making his way over, and squats above the man, shaking his head. The man below him looks like heâs pissed himself, face ashen, tears running down his cheeks, muttering, âIâm gonna die, Iâm gonna die, Iâm gonna dieâŚâ On repeat.
âIâll pull you up on one condition,â Jason looks down at him, voice low. âNever become a gun for hire again. If I see you fighting on the streetsâŚâ He pulls out his gun.
âNo, no, I wonât, I swearâŚâ The man whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. Jason sighs, and grabs the man by the collar and hauls him up. He crumples onto the roof, curling into a ball.
âTake out your phone and dial 911, tell them youâve been naughty,â Jason orders, his gun pointed at the manâs head. (What? A guy needs to have some fun.)
The man whines, and immediately obliges.
âPathetic,â Jason ties the man up quickly, and makes his way over to Bruce, who was sitting on the floor of the roof, taking apart some random crushed handphone heâs found.
âGet up, old man. GCPD will be here soon. Weâre going home.â He pulls Bruce up, ignoring how he longingly stares at the dismantled phone.
The two of them grapple down from the roof, landing safely on the pavement. As they walk towards his bike, Bruce says, âDid you know I ate a phone once?â
Jason stumbles slightly. âWhat?â
âTasted nice. Like electricity. Crackle-y.â Bruce hummed, his face straight (as straight as someone dating Superman could be). He isn't kidding.
That, or he's delusional.
âDon't try it. You might turn into a computer or something.â Bruce nodded very seriously.
âOh god,â Jason snorts. âI'm so glad my helmetâs recording all this. Perfect blackmail material.â
âBlack's a very, very pretty color.â
Jason rolls his eyes, revving the motor, making sure Bruce is safely strapped onto the backseat behind him. âYou're just emo.â
âWhat's emo?â Bruce raises an eyebrow, words slightly slurred.
âY'know, when people wear all that black makeup, skinny jeans, with hair covering their eyes.â Jason explains, putting a spare helmet on Bruce's head. âAnd listen to, like, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. The Emo Trinity.â
âOh, oh!â Bruce's eyes sparkle. âDickie used to do that! He went to a My Chemmy concert once, but he didn't want me coming along.â He pouts.
Jason thinks of all the times Gerard Way has shoved a mic down his throat and grabbed his junk. âYeah, I wonder why.â
Then he turns around to look Bruce in the eye. âBut, Golden Boy was emo? Seriously?â
Bruce just smiles and nods, saying, âNow go.â
âGoing,â Jason smirks and speeds down the streets of Gotham city, not slowing down until their surroundings change from shitty apartment buildings and broken street lights to the eerie quiet of Bristol. He can see the Manor in the distance when he takes a hidden turn, straight down the road that leads to the Batcave.Â
He pulls into the underground âgarageâ section of the Cave, parking his bike before helping Bruce off. As he removes Bruceâs ripoff domino and âcapeâ, he says sternly, âNow, you tell no one of what we did today, got that? Not a soul.â
Bruce just flashes a thumbs-up and smiles in the most un-Bruce-like way possible. Itâs a little creepy, honestly.
âAnd even if you remember this once you sober up you wonât talk, because you swore on your soul not to tell.â
âMhm. Kay.â
âGood.â Jason smiles slightly, helping Bruce back to the gurney, making him lie down. He checks him over for any symptoms that the painkiller overdose is making his health worse. His skinâs still cold and clammy, but his breathingâs more steady. His pupils arenât as small anymore, and heâs way more responsive than he was an hour ago.
Huh. Maybe all he really needed was some exercise.
Jason sits down beside his father, taking a deep breath. âHey, uh⌠Did you really mean that, back there? That⌠That Iâm your son?â
Bruceâs brows furrow. âYes, who elseâs son would you be? Supermanâs?â
A short laugh escapes Jason. He moves closer to Bruce, lying down so his head is resting beside the older manâs. âI justâŚâ He sighs, unable to form the right words. âI know it doesnât always seem like it, but⌠I love you, Dad.â
âAww, JaybirdâŚâ Bruceâs hand moves sluggishly to cradle Jason. âI love you so much more than you could ever imagine.â
A small smile plays on Jasonâs lips as he closes his eyes, leaning into his Dadâs touch. Maybe⌠maybe babysitting a high Bruce isnât so bad.
[BONUS!!!]
Dick walks into the infirmary nearly an hour later with Damian trailing behind him, intending to check up on Bruce. Heâs been ringing Jasonâs phone for a while now, but he hasnât been picking up. And⌠Honestly, Dickâs getting worried.
âTt. I knew we shouldnât have left Fatherâs safety in the hands of an incompetent fool such as Todd,â Damian frowns, scowling.
âNo, no, itâs probably just a misunderstanding,â Dick tries to reassure his baby brother, but he picks up his pace. âI mean, we both know what Jasonâs like. One moment heâs nice, one moment heâsââ
His voice trails off as he sees Jason sitting on a chair beside Bruce, whoâs on the gurneyâ both asleep, with Jasonâs head resting on Bruceâs shoulder, and Bruce cradling him.
âAww, Little WingâŚâ Dick smiles, pausing. Even Damian freezes behind him. Dick steers him away, back into the main house, so as to not disturb the sleeping pair. âYeah, theyâre okay. Nothing bad happened.â
#Jason being a little shit who just wants to piss Dick off at first but really gets into the feels by the end#Also Jason didn't consider that to use the helmet's footage of tonight as blackmail he'll have to admit to the fam#that he bought a sky-high Bruce#(who he was supposed to be babysitting)#out into a gunfight#jason todd#bruce wayne#batman#batfamily#red hood#batfam#dick grayson#damian wayne
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15 for timkon if you'd like! (âThis is a lot, even for you.â)
âOh boy,â Kon says, hesitating in the entryway to the microcave Timâs claimed. When Steph and Cass had called him about it, heâd thought they were exaggerating. In Konâs defence, Timâs been on more than a few somewhat unhinged murderboard investigations in his life, and the girlsâ claim that this is actually, truly, the most unsettling one heâs done, that heâs locked himself in a microcave and theyâre not sure heâs been eating â and are absolutely sure he hasnât been sleeping â had felt melodramatic in the way only Gothamites can get.
In reality, he thinks they mightâve undersold it.
âUh, hey, buddy, whatcha doinâ?â Kon asks, hovering over the piles of office document boxes that â jesus fuck, is that a LexCorp logo?
He finds Tim in the centre of the microcave next to the aforementioned murderboard, and then he kinda wishes he hadnât. The focal image in the centre of Timâs web of red yarn and blue yarn and green yarn and something that looks like yellow caution tape thatâs been twisted into thread is⌠Kon.
Tim is hunched in gargoyle posture next to the murderboard, chewing on the wrong end of a pen while he stares at the board with eyes so far past unfocused and surrounded by such dark bags that Konâs kinda a little surprised Tim hasnât like⌠toppled over and passed out.
At the sound of Konâs voice, Tim spins on the balls of his feet and hurls the pen from between his teeth at him. Kon rebuffs it with his TTK and when the pen clatters to some scattered manila folders on the cave floor, Tim frowns.
âYouâre⌠real?â Tim asks, lifting an eyebrow to inspect him. When he talks, Kon can see the dark spot of ink on his tongue that really canât be pleasant to taste.
âPlease tell me you havenât been hallucinating,â Kon requests, and immediately regrets it because heâs really not sure he wants the answer to that.
âUm, nâjust like the squiggles in the corners of your eyes when youâre sleep depâwhy are you here?â Tim asks.
âWell, this is, uh, kind of a lot, even for you?â Kon replies, and hovers closer to the one working electronic in the microcave besides the flickering overhead light: the coffee pot. Thereâs nothing but tarry sludge at the bottom of the pot which is definitely contributing to the acrid scent of the cave, alongside Timâs general state of being.
âOh,â Tim says, looking back at the murderboard and then to Kon again. He seems to finally register that the subject of his investigation is now in his personal space, because his eyes go wide in addition to glassy. âOh.â
âAny chance youâll tell me why Iâm the subject of this, uhâŚâ Kon trails off, gesturing at the murderboard. Tim doesnât write his tacked-on notes in any sort of way Kon can read. Itâs not actually shorthand, not the official version of it, but probably some hybrid system Timâs developed on his own. Whether or not itâs legible to other Bats is anyoneâs guess.
âUm,â Tim says, and falls off the balls of his feet to land hard on his ass on the desk where heâs been perched. Based on the way he rubs absently at his knees and rolls his ankles around, Kon gets the impression heâd been crouched like that for way too long. âYouâve been, uh, exhibiting some⌠uncharacteristic behaviours? For about ten months now, give or take.â
Kon blinks. âI have?â
âYeah, your sense of humourâs shifted, because you keep finding me funnier than other people in our group,â Tim says. He reaches for the pen heâd had in his mouth, like he means to use it as a pointer stick, and remembers at the last second that heâd thrown it at Kon to test his realness. Kon picks it up and offers it to him. Tim thanks him with a distracted, dazed expression, and then points it at the red lines. âAnd, um, youâve been agreeing with me more? So, like, I know you havenât been replaced by Match this time, because that was all about him trying to argue with me and divide our team. Also, you keep looking at me more when you think Iâm not looking, I had to run through so many hours of security tapes.â
Tim points to some pretty damning screen grabs of security footage from the Young Justice HQ that kind of make Kon want to die of embarrassment.
It kind of sucks that Tim is so smart that heâs noticed all of this, but has also completely failed to put it together.
âSo, whatâs your conclusion, detective?â Kon asks.
âI donât⌠know,â Tim huffs, and rubs the heel of his hand into one of his eyes like itâs about to give up on him and he needs to fight it into submission. âAnd I canât think of what happened ten months ago that wouldâve started a change in behaviour orââ
âCan I give you a hint?â Kon asks, swallowing down the nerves it immediately gives him, just to offer.
Tim blinks. âWait, youâre aware of the change in behaviour?â
âYeah, Tim,â Kon says, only keeping himself from laughing at the consternation on Timâs face by the skin of his teeth.
Tim looks between him and the murderboard, a deep frown on his face. âSo what happened ten months ago?â
âWell, eleven months ago, you told us youâre bi,â Kon says. He folds his arms across his chest and tucks his hands under his biceps to keep Tim from noticing them shake with nerves. Not that Timâs really in a state to notice anything at this point. âAnd it took me about a month to do some soul searching and figure out that I am, too?â
The furrow between Timâs eyes gets just a little deeper, like he canât make the math problem add up. âBut⌠if thatâs it, then why are you looking at me likeâŚâ
He trails off, staring at the board for an excruciating enough length of time that Kon seriously considers just flying away and hoping Timâs so out of it that he wonât actually remember this conversation.
âWait, you like me?â Tim asks, face fever-bright when he looks away from the board to stare at Kon instead.
âOnly kind of, like, a lot?â Kon replies, balling his hands into fists under his arms.
âOh,â Tim says, and finally, to Konâs relief, his face smooths out into a smile. âCool.â
And, mystery solved, he immediately loses power to all systems, and slumps into a deep sleep. When he starts to topple forward off the desk like a marionette with the strings cut, Kon swoops forward to catch him. Thereâs probably a bed somewhere in this microcave, but if there is, itâs completely buried by Timâs boxes of files, and Kon doesnât want to dig. He cradles Tim in his arms and carries him out of the cave into the uncharacteristically pleasant Gotham evening, and when Tim burrows closer into his chest and murmurs, âlike you too,â Kon can only smile.
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Hi, I hope you're having a great today! I just wanna say I'm glad you're still here with us in the fandom. There's this thought that's been on my mind lately. Do you think Tim and Oliver avoided the fandom so much because of the toxicity to the point they didn't realize that a lot of people love BuckTommy? The way these latest interviews seem to me is like they're really surprised by the outpouring of support. Somehow, it makes me think that maybe they thought BT shippers would be as unhinged as b*ddies, so they avoided looking into it but after the breakup, they are learning more and more that that's not the case. Anyway, I hope all these messages make them realize how beloved BuckTommy is and that we want them back. We're still halfway of the season and though I like to keep my expectations low, I would really love to see Tommy again. â¤
Aww thank you!!
And yes, I do think that.
Both Oliver and Tim were driven off Twitter due to toxic fans. However, we do know that Tim searches himself on Twitter from time to time, but searching his name wouldn't have brought him positive posts.
Receipts of them being ran off Twitter:
#nquesu wanna block#911 abc#anonymous#911 discourse#911 show#bucktommy#nquesu want receipts#bestie boos tweet#tim minear#oliver stark
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TIMs online (and their supporters) will really say the most vile, violent, unhinged shit about women who donât worship the ground they walk on and then are apparently still surprised that more and more of us are becoming âterfsâ lol
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Sat down to write more Ghosts of Gotham adn Business of Family.
Have instead written an opening bit of an AU where Tim accidentally summoned a slightly eldritch Mirrorborn (clone) Queen/Ancient of the Ever Onward (Speedforce) Elle with his whole "try to clone my two dead best friends hundreds of times" thing.
...it's slowly morphing into Tim accidentally/on purpose becoming a warlock with Elle as his equal parts delighted and confused Patron to get his loved ones back. He might unintentionally start a cult (it might be intentional I don't know how unhinged this is gonna get)
Send help, I've started world building again đ
(Also as always take this mess as a writing prompt if any of my nonsense sounds neat to you â¤ď¸)
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#tim drake#dani phantom#elle phantom#danielle phantom#eldritch dani#god queen of clones elle#ancient of the speedforce elle#clone club#warlock tim drake#patron dani#think i'm gonna post the bit i have here in a sec#everytime i think i'm out of new AUs#a new one pops up with a Surprise Bitch moment đ#everyone thought Tim was unhinged during the Worst Year of His Life BEFORE#now he has an eldritch suger mama backing him up with his nonsense#jokes on him though he is NEVER gonna get rid of Elle#he's way too interesting#plus she smells match making opportunities with these friends she's helping bring back to life#she's gonna have him marry into the family to keep him#Bart and Kon are going to be So Confused
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The real question is:
Between tim and jason who writes the most unhinged author notes?
Tim:
Hey, guys. I know it's been a while. Basically, everyone thought my dad died (he didn't), I got into a huge fight with my siblings about it. Ended up traveling around the world for a bit. Got stabbed. Lost a spleen. It's fine. Dad's back and very much not dead. I moved out and have my own place now. Oh, and I found out I'm bi so that was a nice surprise.
Anyway, hope you like the new update! :D
Jason:
Accidentally hit a guy with my old man's car. Car's fine btw
#dreamer ask#anon ask#jason todd#tim drake#tag yourself#you guys are slowly convincing me with the potential of this fanon/AU#the guy jason hit was a two face thug btw
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Never clearer that the batfam is just all Neurodivergent some where on the spectrum. Then the fact Dick Grayson just Does That (aka shoves unknown substance in his mouth because idk Science :tm:). I bet only like 3 of the batfam would actually be like horrified by Dick and it would be the unknown substance thing more than anything. Also this is why Dick Grayson is probably banned by his Titans from even thinking about putting poisoning into his tool kit.
Hi !
Well...now I'm curious, Who would be horrified in the batfam ?
Here is my headcanons for that:
Bruce: At best, he is disappointed but not surprised (tm), that man has lived with Dick since he was 9, There is no way Dick hasn't done that in front of him. At worse, he is the reason why Dick even know what heroin taste like,he has done it himself and trained them to do that (bad example Bruce).
Jason: Well...Actually Jason might be part of the people horrified (or he was also trained by Bruce and he is just like; "Yeah, that just a thing we do shrug").
Tim: Yeah. This kid does it too with enthusiasm. I have no canonical evidence but still. He also know what heroin taste like. I just know it, he just has the vibe.
Cass: No she isn't phased at all. She doesn't care. Does she do it ? I don't know. They have the best lab, but tasting it is faster, but then again the lab is probably more accurate.
Steph: "Don't put random shit in your mouth, what the fuck is wrong with you, people ?' (probably a direct quote).
Duke: You know you would think he doesn't do it but Duke is a bit unhinged like the rest of the family. I think he does it and he has been poisoned before.
Damian: "Richard...why are you putting unknown substances in your mouth when we have the best laboratory of the country ?" Yes, Damian won't do it. He is reasonable and will use labs thank you very much (and if you headcanoned Bruce as long suffering and not the first to do it, he sigh a breath of relief).
Babs: Babs is Oracle she is using that lab.
Alfred: Lol no.
Anyway that was so fun !! thank you so much for the ask !
#batfam#the batfamily#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#duke thomas#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#cassandra wayne#barbara gordon#batman#nightwing#red hood#red robin#batgirl#robin#signal dc#oracle#dc#dc comics
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Justice League Vs The Bats
by The_duke_is_back It's recruitment season for the Justice League and a surprising suggestion is thrown out by Cyborg. Whether this is good for the Justice League or not, well...they'll just have to find out. Words: 6430, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Eldritch Batman Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Alfred Pennyworth, Victor Stone, Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent, Flash, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Oliver Queen, Arthur Curry (DCU), J'onn J'onzz, Captain Marvel Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne, Duke Thomas & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Batfamily Meets the Justice League (DCU), Cryptid Bruce Wayne, Cryptid Dick Grayson, Cryptid Batfamily (DCU), Cryptid Jason Todd, Cryptid Tim Drake, Cryptid Damian Wayne, Cryptid Stephanie Brown, Cryptid Cassandra Cain, Cryptid Duke Thomas, Prank Wars, meant to be crack, I Tried, How Do I Tag, Batfamily is unhinged, Oblivious Justice League, Loving Batfamily (DCU) via https://ift.tt/uyO1ZID
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omg sweetie pie donât talk about chains Iâll BLUSH. definitely never been into thatâŚ
How do you think the rest of the Batfam reacts to Jaytim finally happening (something along the lines of your secretary fic) ?
I think Cass knew how they felt before them, Damian is disgusted (but secretly pleased), Dick found out by walking in on them at Timâs apartment, and Bruce had no idea and has none until Jason tells him point blank. Alfred? Somehow orchestrated the whole thing.
I'll keep that in mind babe ;) (*adds 'Spicy Hardware' to the budget)
Ohoho, that is a fun question, and one that I often have trouble answering because I am like a horse with blinders on when it comes to my hyperfixations and my ships OTL Jason and Tim usually get the brunt of my obsessive analysis, leaving only minimal room for other characters to squeeze their way in. RIPeroni you two â¤ď¸
That being said, I'm a huge liar because I do actually have some Thoughts lol
It largely depends on the state of the verse we're in and how involved the others were in watching their courtship go down, so without further adieu, here's how I think the batfam would react to finding out about jaytim's newly minted relationship in my secretary!au fic:
So in Secretary!AU in particular, the others weren't involved to an almost suspicious degree đł Tim is losing his mind for a month over Jason daylighting as his secretary, and he never finds out anything resembling the truth from anyone? What??
Which of course means some of them were simply unaware because they don't give a shit or assume Tim isn't suffering (Damian, Duke, Bruce) and some ARE aware to some degree that this is unusual and came to their own conclusions. And promptly decided to stay out of it (Dick, Babs, Steph, Cass, Alfred - Duke might actually be here, it depends lol)
In particular, Steph hears Tim's mini rant/breakdown Day 1 and is simply too amused. Because she watched him suddenly start deflecting Jason's attention 3 months ago, and oh boy does this feel like a comeuppance. She's got popcorn and is asking things like, 'i dunno Tim, why do you think Jason followed you to the office where you have to reliably be?' and after all of it, when he shows up with a hickey after patrolling with Jason that night, she golf claps at him
Cass shrugs at Tim when he vents where she can hear, because she's been waiting for them to figure this out for like. A year now. She is surprised when Tim had his Jason-shaped epiphany because she knows that Tim has been Into Jason ever since that time in the park with Poison Ivy, and Jason called him a princess for getting particular about decon. (Similarly, Cass also knew that Jason has been low-key into Tim since the time before that, when Tim ugly laughed so hard at a joke Jason made at Dick's expense that he nearly inhaled a french fry). When they get together, she is standing next to Steph, also golf clapping because Steph told her it would be funny
Dick had to listen to Jason complain about Tim ghosting him a month or two into it (Jason and Dick were in each other's vicinity and Jason asked how Tim was doing. Dick said he was 'fine, why?' And Jason scowled and muttered, 'No reason. Feel like he's been dodging me, is all' and a tiny red alert pinged in the back of Dick's head) so when he hears that Jason is at Wayne Tower and that Tim is having vent sessions about it with Steph, his eyebrows shoot waaaay up. He kind of hopes that the Tower is still standing after Jason's done getting whatever vengeance he has in mind (Jason's prank war game is both legendary and unhinged). When he finds out what actually transpires (or rather, guesses what transpired), he has a small moment of relief because 'oh phew, is that all?' and then immediately BSODs because 'WAIT WHAT, IS THAT WHY YOU GUYS ARE CLAPPING--'
Babs quietly figured out why Tim was panicking pretty early because no one ghosts someone for having a good, fun, tbh flirty relationship for literally any other reason. She wondered vaguely if Jason was going to a) clock it and then b) do anything about it, and then equally quietly paused auto-uploads on Wayne Tower office footage so that she could make Tim review it instead. She simply Will Not be the one to log the data from Monday morning, thanks.
Damian did not and does not give a fuck. He briefly questions Todd's sanity. Then immediately discards that thought because it's Todd. He would like Grayson to quit yelling at that octave though, because his 'i'm secretly happy for you but also hurt that you didn't confide in me' shouting is very grating and makes Damian nervous.
Duke I'm on the fence about, but I lean towards 'i was sitting over on the bench' for him. He was so busy Staying In His Lane that he simply did not notice that this was happening. 'Uh, congrats, I guess?'
Bruce was keeping tabs on the situation. He does not plan to review the footage either. He has ten more gray hairs than he did yesterday, and is pondering how their relationship might affect their performance in the field, but trusts that Tim has likely thought through the ramifications and likely scenarios that should need to be compensated for. (Being involved with your teammate can be frightening and stressful; it could lead to strain between the two of you, and opens new vulnerabilities up for exploitation. But it can also be deeply, deeply rewarding. Hm.) (also shout-out to the one commenter who theorized that Bruce was the one on the other end of the phone call that Jason yanked the cord on. LMAO. ROFL, even.)
Alfred defuses the tension in the cave by reminding everyone to please finish their reports, and that there are refreshments in the dining room upstairs when they are finished, should anyone be joining the household for dinner tonight. He is very pointedly looking at Jason and Tim when he says this, because they Will be joining the household for dinner tonight, because it is the duty and privilege of a grandfather to tease his grandson (Jason) for having a boyfriend (Tim). Idk if Alfred called it in quite the same way as Cass, but he knew there was something interpersonal they needed to work out, and also that Tim has had a crush on Robin for his Entire Life, so he's not exactly surprised.
...aaaand sorry if I skipped anyone, but that's my list lol
#jaytim#me: oh boy I don't really know what ti think about that!#also me: heres a list detailing precisely what i think about that#<333#đˇđĽ anon#secretary au is so fun lol#but they really should have known something was up when nobody else stuck their noses in it#asked and answered#COMPLETELY BLEW PAST YOUR OWN SPECULATIONS OMFG. WAUGH#those are all so good lmaooo#i do love chessmaster alfred tho because he is a common secret keeper between them hehehe#in other aus jason and tim seperately going to alfred and being given advice re: each other is something so special to me#and yes. Bruce Does Not See It
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Lazarus Pit Madness? Yeah nah, that was all Jason's mind
Lazarus Pit Madness was never a thing. People make bad decisions, especially when fueled by anger. Jason Todd isn't proud of everything he did, but he won't pretend it wasnât him. Ra's al Ghul didnât want the truth to come out, so he twisted the narrative and lied about that damn pit madness!
Bruce (opening a box of Triscuits): I'm glad you dropped by, Jason. I wanted to discuss the madness caused by the Lazarus Pit. I think I can help fix it.
Jason (nodding slowly as the implications set in): Mm-hm⌠sorry, what?
Bruce: The pit madness. I figured that happened when you were forcibly put in the Lazarus Pit. Iâve seen the effects it has on people. I get that it was the root cause of why you acted the way you did for so long.
Jason (shaking his head, perplexed): No, it wasnât.
Bruce: Yes, it was. You can be honest with meâwe're on good terms now.
Jason: Bruce, listen to me. While the Pit had some unsavory side effects, my mind was never under 'pit madness.' That sounds fake as hell.
Bruce (confused): Okay, wait⌠back it up. You're telling me you never experienced blackouts or murderous hysteria because of the Pit warping your brain? That was all you?
Jason: Yes! Well, sort of. I wasn't driven insane by getting pushed into that glowing green goopy liquid. I was just⌠mad! Resentful. Pissed off. Whatever word you want for âenraged.â Thatâs all.
Jason laughed, surprised that Bruce believed in this rumor.
Jason: Like the song from The Greatest Showman, "This is me."
Bruce (suspicious, munching on crackers): You sure?
Jason: Yes. The Pit did a lot of things to me. Iâll admit that when I first got my memories back, I was out of it. Thatâs a side effectâitâs like waking up from surgery while still drunkâbut what I did wasnât because I was driven mad by the Lazarus Pit. I didnât black out randomly and wake up with blood on my hands, wondering, âWhat have I done? What have I become?â Yeah, that never happened.
Bruce nodded, remaining quiet to let Jason continue.
Jason: When my memories came back and I realized my foster dad hadnât killed my murderer, that made me angry. Iâm past it; I forgive you for not saving me. I learned later from Alfred that you almost killed the Joker, but at the time, I assumed youâd moved on without me. That you never cared about me. Dumb, I know.
Bruce (in a kind, fatherly tone): Thatâs not dumb; I honestly donât blame you for thinking that. And as Iâve said before, Iâm sorry.
Jason (chuckling, waving his hand): Not bothered by the past. You pay me, and I stealâget free Wayne Tech; weâre cool. The point is, while Iâm not the same Jason I was at fifteen, my mind wasnât that badly ruined. I was just angry. Really angry.
Bruce: And everything you did during your ârevenge planâ wasnât you blacking out or your mind being broken?
Jason (sighing, calm): Bruce, no. Everything I did was me. Am I traumatized? Hell yeah. Do I lock up at certain âtriggers,â like Harley has rambled about? Yes. Thatâs PTSD, though. You know how that feels, right?
Jason laughed dryly at his dark joke, and to his surprise, Bruce chuckled too. It was a short laugh, but it showed he could relate to that in a different way.
Bruce: Ra's told me youâ
Jason (interrupting with a raised hand): Whatever Ra's said should be taken incredibly lightly. Heâs lost his mind, but to be fair, he was never a great person to begin with. Am I proud of everything I did? Most of it, yes, but Iâm not going to blame some made-up madness or hysteria. That was all me. Me trying to kill you, Dick, Timâwhen I became a crime lord, the bags of headsâall of that. Iâm not the same Jason that existed before I died, but Iâve always been conscious of this unhinged version of Jason Todd.
Bruce (raising an eyebrow): Kind of?
Jason (smirking): Oh, fuck you.
Bruce (half-smile, sincere): Well⌠Iâm sorry I assumed the Lazarus Pit made you mad. Although, Iâm not happy about you doing all that stuff with a clear mind.
Jason (cocky): Uh-huh. Want me to go over your history and the decisions you made with a clear mind?
Bruce rolled his eyes.
Bruce: Let me finish. Iâm not happy, but youâve taken accountability, and⌠thatâs all that matters now. Iâm glad to have you back, Jason. I really am.
Jason (surprised): You mean that?
Bruce: Mm-hm. Youâre my son, and I⌠love you.
Jason (jokingly): Whoa, Bruce⌠you gonna need a tampon for that period of yours?
Bruce: I expected that.
Jason (smiling): I love you too, asshole.
Bruce: Takes one to know one. And since no one else is here⌠if you want to hug or shake hands without being mocked or feeling awkward, we can do that.
Jason nodded, thankful to be away from the mushy family dynamics they both tolerated at times.
Jason (holding out his arms): Awkward father-son hug?
Bruce (smiling): Awkward father-son hug.
Bruce placed his box of crackers on the counter, and the two jaded men embraced, awkward pats on the back and all. It felt strange, but not in a bad way, and it was exactly what they both agreed to do. No fictional madness from a Pit.
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