#tim drake who is always tim and a mask‚ and if he isn't robin‚ then he's drake or red robin or something else

[introspectivememories]

i think one of the reasons i really like bernard and darla is because they met him at a time when he wasn't robin. to me, tim drake has always felt like an amalgamation of robin and tim. and he's good at it y'know? being tim drake and robin but when bernard and darla meet him at grieves he can't be robin. he has to just be tim drake. and he's obviously struggling but he tries for his father. and that's so interesting to me because who is tim drake without robin? he obviously doesn't know either. and we see him explore this in urban legends. he even asks himself in urban legends, "who am i if i'm not robin?" and i don't think it's too much of a surprise that at the end of urban legends, when he's figured out what he wants, he chooses the boy who only ever knew him as tim drake.

#isn't it fascinating??? #tim drake who is always tim and a mask‚ and if he isn't robin‚ then he's drake or red robin or something else #and when then sits down‚ and takes a good look at himself and starts asking questions #who am i without the mask? what do i want in life? who is tim drake? #when he finally figures it out at the end of urb.leg and he realizes what he wants‚ he chooses the boy who only ever knew him as tim drake! #doesn't that make you want to start chewing on drywall???? #doesn't that make you want to sit on your kitchen floor and start rocking yourself as you sob???? #HE CHOOSES THE BOY WHOSE NEVER KNOWN HIM WITH THE MASK *wails* #also disclaimer i feel like i'm simplifying war games a little bit #and like i don't think he stopped being robin until like 2/3/4? months into the school year?? #but like for the sake of the post you kmow what i mean #dc #bernard dowd #timber #tim drake #timbern

[cassandracain52]

You made me think about immunocompromised Tim so now you suffer the consequences (my thoughts) :D

Disclaimer: I haven't actually read that particular arc yet - I'll get around to it, I swear! But I do know roughly what happens.

With the whole spleentuation Tim turns the Red Robin costume into what basically amounts to a Hazmat suit. He doesn't actually change much - he goes for full face coverage and introduces some airtight seals. It makes upkeep slightly more laborious and makes him a lot scarier than he wants to be but it's this or risking getting benched for an infection for an unreasonably long time. Bruce returns and doesn't even question the look until he finds older Red Robin costume without the Hazmat qualities and in an attempt of casual bonding asks Tim why he changed it. You can imagine how the rest goes.

Second scenario:

Bruce vanishes before the pandemic, when he returns the family is very careful with like, disinfecting everything and they always have gloves and masks on their person. He writes it off as a side-effect on the pandemic until he realises how much more careful everyone is around Tim

Third scenario:

Tim uses his general lack of an immune system as a way to get out of things he doesn't want to do where there'll be a crowd. Mostly Gala's. Like:

Tim: I'm worried I'll get sick when I go to the opening of the Lexcorps factory we need to make An Appearance at.

Bruce: You went to ComicCon last week, you'll be fine.

Tim: 🥺

And like, what's Bruce going to do? Tim is right he SHOULD be a lot more careful. He SHOULDN'T go to the gala. So he folds like wet paper without fail every time. Tim cuts his public appearances down to an absolute minimum. Jason is seen more often and he's supposed to be dead.

Tims coup de resistance (is that the saying) is getting to attend a business meeting virtually because one of the three (3) people there was travelling two weeks ago

4.

Bruce: Tim you should go to sleep staying up this long is not good for your health your immune system will thank you.

Tim: what immune system.

Bruce: What do you mean what immune system.

Tim *chuckles*: I'm in danger.

Bruce: What do you mean what immune system.

5.

Damian sneezes once and refuses to take off his mask for six days straight on the off-chance he'll get Tim sick. He was literally digging through the dusty attic. He is not sick. Tim isn't even around half the time. You don't need to sleep in the mask Damian. DAMIAN.

”Jason is seen more often and he's supposed to be dead.” <<<asfghjkl XD this is taking me OUT😭 I never really thought of Tim using this as a “get out of jail free” card but he so would. But only for things he doesn’t want to do. That party of maybe 200 guests at most? Nope sorry can’t do it, too risky. That concert with 50,000+ people? Completely fine

All these scenarios were so fun!! I especially appreciated “What do you mean what immune system.” and Tim just immediately starts sweating bullets cause Oh Did He Forget To Mention That?

and Damian would so be super paranoid to accidentally get Tim sick but also would never admit that because Tim Must Never Know He Worries About Him

Damian wearing a full mask, gloves, and maintaining a ten ft distance at all times because Jon (who has seasonal allergies) sneezed kinda close to him: You’re a disgrace to this family Drake. Do us a favor and die

Tim not falling for this for a second: Uh-huh so can I just- [attempts to take approximately One Step Closer]

Damian rapidly scrambling back: nO I HATE YOU STAY AWAY-

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#these were so fun #thank you for your contribution #I love asks #ive only gotten two but they’re fun #batfam #tim drake #tims missing spleen #damian wayne #dc comics

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

(Opinions Guys Idk)

Bruce Wayne has been a father for over ten years.

He's delt with any issue children vomiting on his shoes runny noses tears he's got you.

He's also buried his children been covered in their blood helped calm down panic attacks. He might not be the best but he's always tried.

There is however one tiny thing that he can say he's never prepared for no amount of contingencies ever can make him ready.

Any form of high society interaction with Tim.

Watching his third son with a smirk that's deadly convincing the richest to give practically all they have to him.

Manipulating board members, blackmailing politicians.

He looks so much like his mother.

Bruce sees his other children they look uncomfortable he once watched Stephanie yell at Tim that she doesn't understand him that he's horrible for doing it.

Jason calling him a rich prick which he was grounded for not that it has ever stopped his second son.

Another gala happened tonight the entire family was present and now watching once again all of his children even sweet Dickie lecturing Tim.

"Seriously Timmy it's just a little much don't you think"

"Boy Wonder that was disgusting who taught you to act like that"

"Timbers I'm all for fucking with people but what the fuck"

He sees the heartbreak painting Red Robin's face he can feel his own reflect it.

His tiny little sweetheart who learned at his mothers knee, his baby boy who works so hard for the company. Who's done tremendous things the only one of them to actually get the respect of the people of Gotham he can't watch it.

"That's enough," Growls out of him.

All of his children freeze looking at him Damian who has remained quiet looking at his brother with nothing but respect turns hurt masked.

"Your brother did amazing tonight, in a way this was an oversight on my part none of you were specifically trained how to act around the Gotham elite. Tim was raised by Janet Drake who was known as the dragon of Gotham".

They start to shift confusion practically pouring out of them.

He looks straight at Tim as he walks forward placing his hand on his shoulder.

" I might not alway agree with how your mother raised you I wish she did a lot differently sweetheart."

A sharp smile begins to paint both Tim's and Damian's faces.

They understand that he is speaking to both of them the only two to really understand.

"But she raised you to know that power that you hold to be able to rule which isn't something I could your siblings are wrong." He turns to glare especially at Stephanie and Jason.

"I'm not saying what you did is right morally it can be questionable however you both know what to do in situations like that experience that none of your siblings could ever have."

He breathes knowing he might anger his children throwing in their faces that they weren't born with silver spoons they have to fight and claw to be where they are.

"This is both Damian and Tim's territory neither are going into crime alley or the narrows and telling you what to do. You don't get to complain about how they were raised or how they handle situations you have no prior knowledge of." He sees that at least Dick is understanding a light entering his eyes

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So this is the beggining of a story kinda talking about the difference between how Damian and Tim were raised compared to everyone else.

This was something me and a mutual have been working on but we are disagreeing about it.

They think it's fine I don't know.

Could I get opinions because I personally think it is fascinating how Tim is raised versus others not in a negative or positive.

However I think the way we have done some of it mind you this is almost a twenty chapter fanfiction. Might be slightly not good.

I wanted to explain how Tim and Damian would have an advantage their mother raised badass sons who know how powerful they can be.

They were raised rich and with the world at their fingertips but I think we made it sounds very bashy I need thoughts please let me know.

This is only not even a chapter but I wanted to give something of reference.

I think the privilege is slightly too heavy handed and it makes it sounds like the Rich are better idk. 

#tim drake #batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #batfam #fanfic ideas #bamf batfamily #I need opinions please let me know and be honest. #this is a rough draft unfinished hot mess

[dairy-farmer]

Sneaking back iiiin~☆ After a period of being away o/

D-Lister Otome Powers POG? I think SO! CONSIDER:

Tim, out on patrol, things have been... tense. He's gotten Bruce back from the timeline, but it hasn't FIXED anything. Things were said. He spiraled. Trust was betrayed. He doesn't... he doesn't feel like he HAS a home anymore.

Dick feels betrayed and worried TOO. He needed Tim's support. Instead he broke down, went rouge, and nearly DIED. Didn't explain ANYTHING. Now he's drifting away from the family.

Bruce is barely recovered. His family is in pieces around him and he's pretty sure it's his fault.

So... Patrol is... Professional. Tense. Like it has been for days.

Red Robin is checking out some minor disturbance. Discovers clues that it's some INCREDIBLY naive or foolish out-of-towner who thinks they can "make a name for themselves" in America's crime capital. Idiot is going to get himself killed.

But why target a minor gaming company?

No matter, RR can handle it. He's tired, patrols nearly over. Should be quick.

The days after weeks of hurt and hypertense emotions have left him exhausted. Making mistakes he would normally NEVER make. Like going after an unknown alone. No matter how small they SEEM.

You could always be wrong.

And that KILLS.

Batman trained him better then that. Bruce, catches his plan, too late. Is blocks away. Can hear, through Tim's comms, the most terrifying sort of confidence in that opponents voice. Not fool hardy overconfidence. Not arrogance. But "I have a nasty trick that I KNOW you can't counter". Tim. Tim, get out of there! TIM!

Red Robin does not respond.

And Tim? Wakes up with a splitting headache. Too... honestly? What looks A LOT frilly, hyper feminine version of one of Drake Manor's guest rooms. But with "personal touches" added to make it LOOK like someone supposedly lives here. Too generic though. And too artfully placed. It looks like a movie set.

Where the fuck is h-*DING!*

Then a blue screen like some of the holographic screens he's seen before, pops up. "Welcome to ☆~Knights In Gotham~☆! Complete the game or be trapped forever~♡!" It reads in cutesy font.

Well that ONE way to get him out of bed. But unfortunately, it takes less then 15 minutes to confirm that he is, indeed, not in his native reality. MIGHT be drugged or hypnotized. He'll have to test. But the whole new reproductive set, suggest otherwise.

So he pokes around. Speed runs his emotional "I'm trapped, might never see my family again. No. No! I WILL escape!" Character arc/mental breakdown in the shower. Finds some pants.

Figures out what sort of game this is. It's an Otome game. Dating. Based on? His FAMILY. Fffffuck his life.

Okay, should be TOO bad right? People never get their personalities right in fan stuff. Thanks to the Bats being Cryptids. So Tim can just pretend they're other people, right?

Wrong.

The game world he quickly realizes, is using HIS knowledge to fill in the blanks of the massively unfinished framework. This assholes Meta powers? Can only trap him IN here. He's not in control of it. NO ONE IS. Oh, that's so much worse.

Outside? Bruce has BatDad'd panic beat downed the Otome Meta. Where is his BABY BOY!? He can't answer you unconscious, Bruce. Thankfully, Dick is observant. There us a computer on. With Tim on it. He puts two and two together. They are able to keep the power on and transfer the computer to the cave.

Meanwhile? Tim is staring down a Bruce in FULL Brucie Mask. Debating with himself. Because on ONE hand? Childhood wet dreams: Get? But on the OTHER, baggage for daaaaays. And there us no guarantee this isn't a PG title. So like? Bruce would DEFINITELY be the hardest Route, wouldn't he?

He has no idea what he's doing.

He doesn't PLAY these type of games.

He figures, since demon child DOESNT have a reason to hate him here? Probably the safest bet. Especially since he won't feel as bad manipulating a version of him. It should be fine right?

Wrong. He doesn't play these sort of games. Is unaware of how they work and what's at stake. He bungles it. Doesn't play to the troupes, gets his first Bad End. He knew just a touch TOO much, too soon, too openly. Damian's character became convinced he was either a Rouge or an Assassin. But! He got all those "heart event" thingies! Tim mentally protests!

Which is why it doesn't just cut to black, a sudden attack from behind, "Game Over".

No, Tim wakes up behind bars. In a bunker. Nicer then a prison cell, but only just. Because Damian LOVES him. But can not allow him to continue his criminal ways. So he's going to rehabilitate him. By force if necessary. And he knows, because he is not a fool, that Tim does not truely love him. But?

He can fix that too.

They have time.

Outside? Actual Damian is horrified. His feelings towards Drake are... complexe. But this?! Absolutely not! He lunges forward. Dick is trying desperately to hit the Restart. It's not working. Damian hits it HARDER. It works immediately. (They later realize only the "Route" target can restart the game)

Tim wakes up in the starting room.

This time he fuckin LOOKS UP Otome Games on a computer.

Takes a bracing shot of whiskey, because this IS Drake Manor and he knows where his parents hid the good stuff, and tries again. Gets the Neutral End. Fuck! Okay, tries AGAIN. Gets shot, Game Over. Oh god damn it!

He keeps going.

Nothing seems to be WORKING. He's getting stressed. Lonely, desperate, hopelessness trying to set in. He just... just wants to feel WARM you know? Reassured. Held. Knows he's not thinking clearly, but...

So he goes after "Brucie". He KNOWS Bruce. Knows how he picks his one night stands. Knows how to dress up just enough, just OFF enough, to not be suspicious. It's a bad idea. He knows it as he gets dressed. As he arrives. Flirts. Charms and drinks, but not too much. Let's himself be tucked under Bruce's arm. Led away.

Kon always said he was great with his mouth. From the way "Brucie" tenses, like iron under the sild of his suit, holding himself back from grabbing and being rougher then his reputation would allow? He'd say Bruce agrees. Tim certainly puts his all into it. Let's himself lose himself to the rhythm of movement. The scent of Bruce's cologne. The slide over his tounge.

Stolen moments though, aren't enough to get to everything Bruce wants.

The party ends too soon. And Tim leaves with the other guests.

Only to find himself FIRMLY in Bruce's route. The man showing up everywhere. Stealing kisses. Hands disappearing under clothes. Bruce, as he tends too, obsessed. In love. Overwhelming. Tim finally, FINALLY get a Good End.

He also gets fucked, in his bed, within an inch of incoherence, by Batman.

Yet the Game does not release him. Because it did not say "complete A Route" the realse conditions were Complete the GAME. So now Tim has to "win" the others.

All while they watch.

Because THEY are the only ones who can start a new route. Bruce absolutely could have hit that restart once the Good End popped up. Yet... he let the scene play out. Sat, alone, having sent the others to bed... and watched his son get fucked by a version of himself. Watched his son gasp and whimper, cry out and sob, in pleasure.

They each get to watch. As Tim bonds with "them". Spends time with "them".

Eventually, Tim manages the secret Harem Ending. Stumbles free into the waiting arms of his family. They rejoince. But the question remains~! What will they do know? After so long, thinking darkly that they could "do better"? That TIM deserved better then the touch of imposters? That is the question we ask! As I run out of steam and need to sleep! Thoughts?

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tim's family watching as he works through all their "routes" 👀👀👀👀

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[pekejscatbed]

Please Don't Leave (i need you more than you need me) | Jason Todd & Tim Drake

info/warnings: Tim Drake Angst, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Men Crying, Panic Attacks, Hugs, Platonic Cuddling

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It's weird, Tim and Jason's relationship. 

When they'd first met, Tim had been looking up to him for years, long before ever taking up the mantle of Robin himself, but as the new Robin, Jason hated him. Jason saw Tim as nothing but his replacement, just some kid who took his place after he died- after Joker murdered him- and he was forgotten. So, Jason tried to kill him. Jason beat the kid to a bloody pulp and Tim's infatuation turned to hated as the trauma set in.

A few years have passed since then, and while the two aren't constantly at each other throats and can actually have a civil conversation and crack trauma jokes that would make anyone else uncomfortable, the scars are still there. Neither of them has forgotten their first encounter and Tim will never forget the pain.

So, this is definitely a surprise. 'This' being Tim, still in his Red Robin gear, curled up on the old, ratty couch in Jason's safe house when the latter gets back after a long night of anti-heroism.

"The fuck are you doing here, Tim?" Jason takes off his helmet and domino mask, setting them both on the small, wooden table in the center of the room. He isn't mad, not really. For all he knows, Tim could be injured, and the safe house could've been closer than the Batcave- it's happened before (it amazes Jason how the younger always gets in without setting off any of the multiple traps, and also worry's him- should he set more, should he blow this place up and start over?). "You hurt?"

Tim doesn't respond, not verbally, and Jason almost misses the small shake of his head. 

Okay, the kid doesn't wanna talk. That's fine. Jason thinks to himself as he takes off his boots, setting them next to the table. "I'm gonna go to bed, then."

(By bed, Jason really means the futon hidden away in the only room in this place other than the bathroom and the weapons vault, though that's hidden (everything else is just one big open space))

"No!" Tim jumps off the couch so fast, the movement startles Jason more than the kids broken down yelling. The kids' cowl is off, and his own domino mask is dropped to the floor when he stands, falling from his lap, and his eyes are rimmed red and wet with tears. Jason only now realizes that Tim is shaking, violent shudders wracking through his whole body. He's in front of the older in an instant, shaky hands gripping onto Jason's jacket, and he looks up at his adoptive brother with a desperate plea in his watery eyes.

Jason fights back the urge to shove Tim off of him, maybe flip him over his shoulder, the sudden touch activating his fight or flight response- he has to stop himself from leaving too, because the situation is awkward and Jason's never been all that good at comforting people, but his little brother (when had he started thinking of Tim as family?) needs him so he stays, slowly wrapping his arms around Tim. 

Tim slumps against Jason's body, who easily supports his weight, and sobs into his chest. Pleas of "don't leave me" and the like slip through Tim's sobs, but Jason gives no response, instead just holding his brother close and letting him cry himself out.

They stand there for a while until Tim's sobs die down and his body stops tremoring so violently, though he's still somewhat shaky, and he's taking deep breaths against Jason's chest. With Tim finally calming down, Jason starts to pull away, but Tim's grip on him tightens and his breathing quickens up; Jason holds him close once more, rubbing small circles into his back, and takes deep inhales, followed by slow exhales for Tim to match. 

As Tim copies Jason's breathing, Jason starts whispering, voice quiet as so not to startle the younger. "Are you okay?" He pauses. "Never mind. Wanna stay the night?"

Truthfully, Jason doesn't think Tim is in any state to go back to the manor and considering the whole "please don't leave me" thing, he probably doesn't want to. Not now, at least. A nod against Jason's chest proves him right.

"You gotta let go, Timmy, so we can get to the bedroom, okay?" Tim whines in response, making no move to let go. "Alright. Want me to carry you, then?"

A small nod, and Jason is telling Tim to jump, then he's picking up Tim like he weighs nothing, his hands under the others' legs, which are now wrapped around his waist. Slowly, Jason walks them both to the small room he calls a bedroom, filled with his futon, a small dresser/nightstand, and a radio plugged into the wall. 

When the older leans over to carefully drop Tim onto the futon, he's met with some resistance, though Tim (reluctantly) lets go when Jason promises he's just going to change them both out of their… 'work' uniforms and then Tim can cling onto him all he wants. 

The younger curls up on the bed as Jason peels off his armor and lets it fall to the floor, then grabs a pair of sweats and a tank to change into, grabbing another pair of sweats and a t-shirt for Tim. Speaking of, when Jason tells Tim to sit up so he can slip off his suit, Tim actually listens, making Jason's job here much, much easier. The older then shimmies the sweatpants up Tim's legs, holding back a snort at how loose they are on him, then pulls the shirt over Tim’s head, this time openly snorting at how small Tim looks in it compared to Jason himself; Tim gives him a half assed glare as he lies back down, though the glare is quickly forgotten as Jason tells him to scoot over, then lies down next to him.

Tim is immediately clinging to his older brother again, head on his chest and arm around his waist, and Jason wraps his arms around Tim's back in return. And really, the cuddling (Jason will deny it's cuddling) is making it easier for both men to actually fit on the small futon that definitely is not meant for a fully grown man and his nineteen-year-old brother.

Both of them fall asleep in the comfort of each other's arms, and Jason is happy to not have any nightmares plague his rest for once.

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When Jason wakes up the next morning, Tim is gone, though the space next to him is still warm, and there's a note on his dresser/nightstand: invest in a bed for fucks sake.

#Tim drake #Jason Todd #red robin #red hood #hurt/comfort #light angst #angst with comfort #angst with a happy ending #platonic cuddles #men crying #tim drake fanfiction #tim drake fic #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fic #Batman #batfam #batbros

[mintacle]

Also regarding fanon Tim it is really pity that a lot of fans and even writers regard Tim as a mini-Bruce when i feel he should be opposite especially when it comes to their social circle. Like Tim is fascinating to me because he looked at the dark and gloom and isolation of both Gotham and Bruce and went, "It deserves to be saved. I will save it and i'll do it without it destroying me" (he failed but he tried, god did he try).

If Bruce Wayne is a mask for Batman then Robin is a mask for Tim Drake.

If Bruce is actively isolating himself then Tim is actively seeking people out (even if it sometimes means slight stalking and casual breaking and entering, which, Tim, buddy).

When his parents died Bruce buried the child he was and dedicated his life to make sure something like this would never happen to anyone else and when Jason he almost went and broke his one rule. When everyone in Tim's life was dead or dying he tried to held onto every little thing that could bring that normalcy back from before everything went to shit, whether it be cloning, trying to find Bruce, or even lazarus pit.

It is why Tim becoming batman always ends horribly, not because Tim is secretly a deranged guy but because becoming batman means affectively killing what makes him Tim Drake. It is also why i think the best ending for him would be retirement, the boy who chose to take up the robin mantle grows up to be the man who chose to give up the mantle (naturally this would take a lot of development since i feel Tim is rather addicted to it but also i think it would be good. I also feel he would still do hero work on side but as a consultant or support)

(I alse feel isolation is a major struggle for both of them. However Bruce embraces it, becomes a part of it, while Tim rejects it, loses to it. A Lonely Place of Dying indeed)

(i am so sorry i feel like i have more generalized both the characters and could be wrong about them since i am still newer to the comics but these are my thoughts from what i have seen so far)

Nah, anon, you're valid. I'm not crazy into Tim and haven't read anything with him yet (though @benbamboozled has convinced me to read Young Justice 98), from what I know of the canon version of Tim, he is very critical of Batman, which you kind of have to be if your goal is to help them (as opposed to enabling someone)

Here we have Tim on Bruce's approach to paranoia and work colleagues:

which will for me always be core part of Tim's characterization. He's very far from the boy who will blindly follow Bruce to get his approval. I think of all the Robins Tim might be the least interested in Bruce's approval. (Modern era Dick is weirdly open about wanting Bruce's approval which I don't like. Nightwing is for me ideally in extreme denial about his and Bruce's interdependance.)

Tim is far too aware of Batman's problems to want to become him. This is the kid that became Robin at Batman's lowest low. He didn't become the sidekick/ward/son of a vigilante who was larger than life, he became the support of a broken down man. It makes sense to have Dick and Jason involuntarily idolize the man, because the Batman they knew was amazing, but the Batman Tim knew? That was a spiralling man.

Which might also be why it bothers so many people that Tim isn't allowed to grow out of the Robin mantle, it feels extremely natural for him to be getting over his original mantle and connection to Batman.

#Tim Drake #ask answered #sorry for thje late-ish reply anon. I wanted to reply after sleeping so I wouldn't write utter shite #that being said I'm still really not an expert on Tim either... #rambling

[jewish-skitter]

Drugs... bad? Shadow of the Bat #58/Worm, Drone 23.04

IMAGE IDs: Three images. The first two are screenshots of a comic showing Tim Drake giving a speech to his class. He says "I feel guilty about what happened to Norris. I wasn't there when he needed me to. That's why I asked if I could say this to you today. One joint was enough to put Norris back in the hospital. I'm not saying that happens to everyone. We all know it doesn't. But I want all you dopers to ask yourselves this-- why do you do it? You do it to get stoned, you do it to get wasted, to get smashed, caned, destroyed, out of it, off your face, out of your head. All expressions meaning give up control of yourself! We're all blessed with a conscious mind, capable of anything, we can solve all the problems of the world with that mind -- yet you want to get it smashed and ripped and wasted! Well, not me! I want my mind in the best possible condition -- the way it's meant to be-- with me in control! And that's why I'll never take drugs." Everyone claps and he's shown with the image of himself in the Robin costume behind him. The captions reads "Sometimes being a hero just isn't enough."

The third is a screenshot of a page of Worm, which reads:

“I always hated the speeches when I was in school, the preaching in auditoriums, the one-note message.  Stuff like saying drugs are bad.  It’s wrong.  Drugs are fantastic.”

“Um,” Fox-mask said.

Mrs. Yamada was glaring at me, but she hadn’t interrupted.

“People wouldn’t do them if they weren’t.  They make you feel good, make your day brighter, give you energy-”

“Weaver,” Mrs. Yamada cut in.

“-until they don’t,” I said.  “People hear the message that drugs are bad, that they’ll ruin your life if you do them once.  And then you find out that isn’t exactly true because your friends did it and turned out okay, or you wind up trying something and you’re fine.  So you try them, try them again.  It isn’t a mind-shattering moment of horrible when you try that first drug.  Or so I hear.  It’s subtle, it creeps up on you, and you never really get a good, convincing reason to stop before it ruins your life beyond comprehension.  I never went down that road, but I knew a fair number of people who did.  People who worked for me, when I was a supervillain.” END IDs.

#this is a lot sillier #batman #tim drake #worm #wormblr #taylor hebert #drugs

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

No Lifeguard on Duty

First posted: April 13, 2019

Focuses on: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson

Favorite bookmark: "This made me so sad."

Tier: Middleish for hits and kudos, lower for comments and bookmarks

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

For my one-year writing anniversary, I allowed people on Tumblr to request an off-the-page version of one of my previously published works, whether that be a different POV, a look at what happened next, whatever. This is one of those, Tim's POV of Dry Drowning.

I don't dislike any of my fics but this one isn't one of my favorites. I didn't have a clear grasp of the dynamics between these three in any meaningful way.

Tim was always on the quieter side, once he’d given up on his parents listening, but words had been easier around Dick. His easygoing ways had been a lubricant for Tim and Bruce both, like dish soap loosening the muck and washing it clean. Dick knew how to make a person feel listened to, feel heard, feel important. Then Damian had arrived. Bruce had died. Dick had taken Robin. And Tim’s words had dried up.

I bounce around a lot, especially in early fics, about how Tim expresses himself, whether he's reserved or chatty or somewhere in between and why and with whom. In later fics I figured it out, but it's still a little... fanon-based here, rather than internal logic.

He was good at doing things he didn’t want to do, well-practiced at locking his spine and squaring his shoulders to face the inevitable.

Tim as the Robin Who Did The Work has been pretty consistent, though.

The demon brat looked small. He was small, but it was easy to overlook when he was flanked by the looming shadow of his hatred and rage. But here on the medical cot, tucked under a thin cotton blanket, face half-swallowed by the oxygen mask, Damian looked like a regular little kid.

He's a baaaabyyyyyyyyyyy

Hadn’t noticed much of anything until Jason had given a shout that had made Tim’s hair stand on end. He hated yelling and especially hated Jason yelling, since Jason yelling was usually accompanied by blood and pain. But Jason hadn’t been shouting in anger.

Anyone who's heard that kind of imminent danger yelling knows the standing-hair-cold-rush-of-adrenaline feeling that washes over you. I don't think it's just me, anyways.

But there had been time for Tim to notice Damian’s cheeks (grey), lips (blue), and pajamas (Mickey Mouse.)

un childe

Dick, at Damian’s bedside, was attempting a wobbly smile. Tim hadn’t seen a real smile on him in too long. His smiles had died with Bruce, it seemed.

I love planting little knives for people to cut themselves on.

Before, Dick would have checked to see if he was okay, too. He would have thanked Tim as a courtesy, not out of any real surprise that Tim helped. He would have reached an arm out to him, pulled him in for a hug. But that was before. A lot of things had died with Bruce.

See?

#fanfic bts brain dump

[cephalog0d]

Batfic - "Batman and Robbin'"

Category: Gen, F/M Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Characters/Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne & Alfred Pennyworth, mentioned Selina Kyle Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, (but also Catwoman's sidekick), Tim Drake is Robin, Pre-Relationship, (i guess? genuinely not sure how to tag their relationship), (steph is flirting via mildly bullying tim in costume and tim isn't NOT secretly into it), (he's also very annoyed), (so really not that different than the grown-up BatCat interactions), implied Bruce/Selina as well but too minor for me to tag it, POV Tim Drake, Rated T for some swearing (because unlike comics I am allowed to do that)

Summary:

It wasn’t until much later, back in the Cave, that Tim actually put everything together. In which Robin has his first run-in with Catwoman's new sidekick and is infuriated and embarrassed and definitely not even a little bit impressed.

It had been a relatively quiet evening by Gotham standards, one of those nights where they were trying to track down a particular target and prevent a disaster rather than waiting for something to pop up for them to deal with. They were looking for a man they’d only heard referred to with the unhelpfully vague name of “Big Joe” who seemed to have a hand in what they were pretty sure was an incoming weapons shipment that would be much better off diverted out of the hands of Gotham mobsters, but crime fighting in Gotham meant always assuming something would happen to draw them off track.

This time that “something” was a flash of purple spotted vaulting neatly between buildings near the edge of the Diamond District, two things that immediately suggested a very specific individual up to something nefarious.

Unfortunately, they had just gotten a more direct lead on “Big Joe”, which meant they were going to have to split focus, and as much as Robin was sure Batman would love to spend the rest of his night chasing down Catwoman (or whatever else he might get up to, Robin emphatically did not want details and was not asking), they needed him focused on their actual target. He might be grumpy at losing out on a chance to flirt with her, but he would be a lot grumpier if they lost their shot at stopping a dangerous shipment from getting into even more dangerous hands.

“I’ll check it out,” Robin offered before Batman could suggest otherwise, veering off without waiting for an answer. Batman just grunted an affirmative and kept moving towards their original target. (Robin was choosing to take that as Batman having faith in his ability to handle things. It wasn’t like Catwoman was that dangerous. Comparatively. Probably. He totally had this.)

After a couple of blocks of rooftop running, Robin did catch up to someone in a purple suit, but it wasn’t Catwoman, and she had apparently stopped to wait for him.

“False alarm, B, it’s just that Spoiler kid again,” he muttered into his radio. Given how adamant she had been about joining them, they had sort of expected another run-in at some point, but this was the first they had actually seen her since the whole Cluemaster mess had ended in him losing his score and getting arrested. (They were guessing she had had some part in that, but since there was no actual evidence and she seemed to have gone quietly back to her civilian life since then it had gone on the backburner in terms of investigation. Apparently that had been a mistake.)

She had changed her costume, Robin realized as he got closer. It was similar, with the purple suit and the black boots and gloves, but it looked a little sleeker and she had ditched the cape. She still had the full face mask with the large white eyes, and the hood, but it was now held it place by two black points sticking through it that looked an awful lot like ears.

He snapped out his staff as he approached, just in case, holding it ready but not in an offensive position quite yet. This didn’t have to be a fight, and he was sort of hoping it wouldn’t be, but he was not explaining another brick to the head to Batman. He was ready this time.

“Took your time, there, roadrunner,” she said.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” he said with as much authority as he could muster.

“And yet here I am!” Spoiler said cheerfully, looking rather infuriatingly unthreatened as she sat perched on a chimney stack, one leg crossed over the other and kicking back and forth idly.

“I’m serious,” Robin tried again, gritting his teeth a bit and tightening his grip on his staff.

“Oh, I know you are, bird boy.” Spoiler hopped off of her perch and sauntered towards him. “Thing is, if your big bad Bat-daddy-”

“Oh my god, no,” Robin said in horror; Spoiler acted like he hadn’t said anything.

“-couldn’t scare me off I’m not sure why you think you,” she leaned forward into his space, “in your cute little tights are gonna do it.”

Robin wished, briefly but fiercely, that he had a full face mask to cover the fact that he was definitely blushing. Maybe it was dark enough that it wasn’t completely obvious? Hopefully? He couldn’t see Spoiler’s expression but from her body language, the way her head was tipped to one side, it was all too easy to imagine her smirking at him.

As surreptitiously as possible, he took a deep breath to recenter himself.

(Cont. on AO3)

#ceph writes things #stephanie brown #tim drake #this is a series now i guess! #it's dan's fault! #steph in this AU gets to be EVEN MORE of a menace to the Bats and i just really love that for her #selina is so proud

[cosmiccontourcomics]

I just read "Clenched Fist and Heavy Hearts", and it's about how Tim Drake was raised to keep his emotions all under control from a young age, but he ends up subconsciously teaching himself unhealthy coping mechanisms. (warning for self-harm. It's not graphic but still.)

Anyway, now I'm imagining a fic where Tim is hit with some sort of poison/serum that slowly loosens his inhibitions, and next thing you know you've got Tim Drake walking around not really caring how he's perceived.

And at first, no one in the family really notices anything too off. If anything Tim seems way better than he was before, he's coming home more, calling to check up on Dick, or just to talk. Steph and he are hanging out again, just how they were before all the craziness of War Games happens.

He's even managing to get on Jason's good side because to Jason's surprise Tim's got a super funny sarcastic attitude that he usually only shows around close friends. Plus he no longer has any problem just openly roasting/ripping into Batman during patrol.

Damian's definitely unnerved by Tim's personality shift but slowly starts to come around when Tim starts treating him kinder. The only thing holding them back from mending their relationship was the fact that both boys were too stubborn/prideful to start first. But Tim starts to treat Damian like a younger brother and helps the other boy get away with stuff/by showing him stuff around Gotham.

Everything seems fine. Tim's family relations are improving.

Then the serum starts to get worst. And again that isn't too noticeable at first. Tim's oddly brave and starts initiating anything pda with Bernard first, or he starts flirting back when Kon jokingly flirts with him. Or he starts completely enabling Bart's impulsive decisions. Maybe being way more confrontational during a meeting at Wayne Enterprise.

It isn't until he's on a mission and I'm not sure what happens, maybe a kid gets hurt or something. But whatever it is it sets Tim off and now he's just acting completely ruthless. He's acting a bit unhinged, almost how he was right before he blew up half of Ra's bases. And the Bats aren't too sure how to react. They pull him off of a goon who was unfortunate enough to be his target. Batman has Spoiler and Robin waits for an ambulance to come to retrieve the goon. While he and Nightwing take Tim back to the cave.

The ride back to the cave is tense and quiet. With Nightwing twitching and sneaking glances at Red Robin whose sitting in the back. Staring out the window, humming. Acting indifferent to the fact that he might have just beaten someone to death.

And Batman can only grip the steering wheel till his knuckles turn white. He's angry yes. Tim's never shown that level of uncontrollable rage on the field. Well, he has but usually with understandable reasoning. But this was different but also familiar in a scary way.

When Bruce, not Batman, looks at his son he can't help but see himself. The way Tim was acting tonight was no different than how Bruce was after Jason died. Reckless. Ruthless. Apathetic.

And it scares Bruce. Because not Tim. Tim who Bruce has subconsciously fit into a specific box as being his responsible, collected, reserved child. Tim was the one who helped him, how could Bruce have failed to help his son?

And Bruce does what he always does when something scares him. He hides behind Batman. You'd think that by now he'd understand how that never helps when it comes to his family. How it's almost ruined all of his relationships with his children. But he's panicking. So when the Batmobile parks in the cave, Bruce doesn't take off his cowl like Nightwing and Red Robin have taken off their mask. Tim gets out of the car followed by Dick whose still staring at his little brother speechless.

Batman follows.

The argument between the two is loud and brutal, with Batman trying to understand what was Tim thinking.

"How could you be so careless? Don't you understand how you can never do something like that again?"

Tim does not understand what the big deal was, and Dick trying to play referee, not too sure how to diffuse the situation since he's usually the one in a screaming match with Bruce.

The two are still arguing by the time Steph and Damian get back. Both go to Alfred so the older man can check them for injuries while his focus is spilt between them and Tim and Bruce arguing.

Jason had shown up 10 minutes into the argument needing to get patched up, he'd found Tim and Bruce arguing funny for only the first 15 minutes. But once Dick gives up on trying to calm everyone down 20 minutes into them arguing and joining him and Cass by the computer the conflict doesn't seem as funny as it was before.

Cass, who had wandered in when she heard Tim screaming at Bruce sat crossed-legged on the desk. Everyone seemed to read her tensed posture as she focused mostly on Tim.

Tim finally gets tired of arguing with Bruce, neither willing to really listen to the other. As he's turning to leave, face red, Batman shoots his hand out to grab Tim by the forearm. Not finished, he needs Tim to understand that he's worried. He needs Tim to understand why what happened can never happen again. Unfortunately, trying to hold Tim back sets him off again.

Before Cass can even find the words to warn Bruce to let go of Tim, the young man is swinging his fist at Bruce. Bruce has good enough instincts to turn his head with the first punch, but he's so surprised by Tim attacking him he doesn't block the kick to his stomach.

Tim's already running out of the cave by the time his siblings are reacting.

Tim’s gone before anyone can stop him and the cave is tense. Dick is now yelling at bruce angry at their father for upsetting Tim so much. Knowing from first-hand experience just how Bruce knows what to say/do to make anyone snap in an argument. The oldest Wayne child was convinced that bruce knew what he was doing.

Someone might imply that Jason was responsible for Tim’s new short temperament which sets off a new argument that ends with everyone feeling a little guilty. Maybe the warning signs of Tim’s impending breakdown were always there but no one was willing to notice. Too happy with the act the third Robin was putting up to notice his strange behavior.

They eventually do figure out and fix what's wrong with Tim.

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I'm not too sure how the story would end. Somehow everyone realizes that Tim's been infected with something, and they manage to give him an antidote so everything can go back to normal.

Well, better than normal cause then it revealed what the serum does, so how Tim was acting both good and bad was all genuine. So Tim caring for his family wasn't something fake influenced by an outside force but it was revealed that Tim has a temper that he keeps in check by unhealthy repressing his emotions.

I don't know I just know that a fic where Tim is acting too much like himself would be really fun, but I don't have the patience to write out a full one.

#tim drake #bruce wayne #batfamiy #batfam #fanfic #ao3fanfic

[thekillingjoke-haha]

We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo​ Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card

#spnquotebingo #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural au #gotham au #batman #red hood #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #enemies and lovers #marraige #alternative universe #super-unnatural #joker #harley quinn #villian!reader #daughter!reader #clown princess #crowned queen of crime #crowned king of chaos #hero x villain