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waiting for sunrise 🌅

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Tim Drake's Parents, Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne, Batman Ensemble, Dick Grayson, Joker (DCU) Additional Tags: Female Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Catlad | Stray, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, Good Parent Selina Kyle, My First Fanfic, My First AO3 Post Summary:

Timea Drake is the only child of the "archaeologists and philanthropists'' Jake and Janet Drake that use the "good will" missions they make to 3rd world countries to deliver medical supplies and steal priceless relics and artifacts under the guise of discovering or protecting them just so they can show them off to their rich and powerful friends. This leaves Timea unattended and neglected a lot so she has to find something to keep her mind occupied which just happens to be trying to figure out what happened to the mask maniac that was the second robin who she built a quasi friendship after he saved her and has mysteriously disappeared. Unfortunately (or not) there's only so many times Catwoman can watch a very much out of place little girl on the wrong side of town nearly get mugged or kidnapped before she takes matters into her own hands to make sure the kid has the skills to not get killed. it's not like she's gonna adopt the kid or make her a sidekick to crimes, right?

#stray au #stray!tim #jaytim #tim drake #jason todd #writing #female tim drake #first fic #catwoman #selina kyle #batman #dc comics #red hood #happy death day jason todd #have a cat gf

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just a question

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trying

Hi. I've been into fandom for over a decade now and I have just started to feel comfortable and confident to comment on amazingly talented author and artist work but I also just started to try to write my own. It's new and scary but if anyone has any tips, tricks, advice, or even has the time to maybe beta read so stuff that would be great,

Sincerely signed a 22 years old trying to make friends on the Internet

P.S. if it wasn't obvious for the fact I said 22 years old please child don't interact

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maybe planning something🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

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jaytim, 5.

Aaahhh hello and thank you! This definitely got away from me, so here's a short one-shot in an AU I've yet to explore before:

5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Jason's not sure why he even came to this stupid gala. No, that's not true. He knows exactly why he came- and said reason was a vision in his form-hugging bespoke suit and carefully coiffed hair. Tim Drake managed to be the most captivating thing in any room he walked into- even a gala in a museum literally exhibiting the most beautiful jewelry ever created.

Which, Jason had to remind himself as he sipped his drink and pointedly did not glare at the hand some rich asshole was slowly sliding down the small of Drake's back- was actually why he was here. The collection was on display for three weeks before moving on to the Metropolis Museum of History, and tonight was the night the rich and well connected got to play at feeling charitable and good about themselves in an exclusive display of wealth.

Tonight was the night Catwoman and Stray would have the most easy access to the objects Oracle had warned them about- a carved jet cat cameo necklace with delicate, impeccable inlay and one of the earliest examples of ancient Persian gem cutting in an ornate gold pendant, donated by the Drakes before their untimely demise- so they needed to be on high alert.

Jason had volunteered to keep his eyes on Stray, a decision he was definitely regretting as the slightly drunk man looming over Tim's lithe form got bold enough to let his hand slide down past the point of propriety. Tim stepped in close, murmuring low in the man's ear as clever fingers slid up the man's arm to rest at his lapels.

"Ooh, that dude definitely just lost his watch." Jason did not startle as Brown appeared at his side with a flute of champagne and a grin, but it was a near thing. He grunted an acknowledgement.

"Probably not the most expensive game of grab-ass he's participated in."

Stephanie shifted her gaze to the glass case in front of them, pretending to take interest in the glittering diamond within. "Not yet-" her tone was sly, amused as she subtly flicked her eyes to the two men not bothering to be terribly discreet as they slipped from the room. "-bet he's about to consider it totally worth it, though." He schooled his expression to something approaching his brand of the congenial Wayne smile and handed her his drink.

"He's up to something, Blondie. I'm gonna check it out."

Amused disbelief laced her tone as she hummed in agreement before taking her leave, apparently having done her job if it meant he was annoyed.

"O," Jason murmured as he slipped through the crowd, "there any other pieces from the Drake estate on loan in the museum tonight?" The ancient pendant still rested in its vitrine, dazzling and precious and untouched. Drake undoubtedly already had some plan for it, some point in the evening where he'd be able to pull off a vanishing act in front of everyone’s eyes.

"I'll look into it-" her modulated voice affirmed as he slipped through the doors and into the wing the two had slunk off to. They were nowhere to be seen. He let out a huff when he realized he’d likely have to go by whatever awful noises Tim was drawing from that buffoon if he wanted to find them quickly. He took his time sweeping the darkened rooms, opting to wait for intel from O. instead.

“Good catch, Flamebird. There are three objects from the Drake’s collection on loan to the museum right now: the pendant in the gala, a Sumerian cylinder seal in the Mesopotamia exhibit, and a Mycenaean goblet in the Greece exhibit. There are two more that are in the museum archives- the basement.” Jason groaned. That pretty much spanned the entirety of the museum.

“Get eyes on the rooms, O. I’ll try the basement.” Three shiny, flashy targets in pride of place in multiple separate points of the building, just far enough for them to have to split their resources and keep an eye on Catwoman so she doesn’t abscond with her prize- all while two objects not publicly exhibited just sat downstairs, likely to go unnoticed for weeks? 

“Can’t- Jay, someone just hacked the surveillance equipment- I’m sending the others to check the rooms- be careful.” Jason hummed an affirmative.

Tim was sharp and cunning- but Jason knew how he worked. He headed towards the archives, slipping down the stairs in silence. His lips spread into a satisfied smirk as he tried the door to find it unlocked.

Tim didn’t look surprised to see him, shooting him an easy grin from his spot where he was carefully picking the lock to a storage case. “Hello birdy, I was wondering when you’d show up.” The cheerful tone immediately sets his teeth on edge. It’s that lilting taunt Stray gets when he’s already won.

“Someone had to make sure you didn’t drain the man dry.” Tim’s grin sharpened at the innuendo, eyes practically sparkling in glee.

“Trust me, he has plenty to spare.” Jason shut the door behind them, watching those clever gloved fingers get through the security defenses with ease. He was gonna take his time, observe, try to figure out why Tim was acting like he’d already won after being caught in a room with only one exit before he’d gotten the object of his desire.

“After you’re done with him? I find that hard to believe. Where is he, kittycat?”

“Sleeping it off in a bathroom stall. Poor thing had way too much to drink.” Tim waved his hand dismissively, gingerly removing a small enameled box before carefully wrapping it in cloth and setting it at his side. It was a small matter to close and reset the limited security here, and Tim was done in seconds.

“I’m sure with nothing but pleasant dreams of you, kittycat.” Jason hazarded a step closer, eyes darting from the wrapped piece and those hands, wary.

"Wait, don’t tell me you’re jealous?" Tim practically purred the question as he closed the distance between them, immediately taking the liberty of toying with the top button on Jason’s suit jacket. He smelled faintly of cologne that was definitely not his own. “He’s a mark,” Tim dismissed the validity of Jason’s assumed feelings immediately, leaning up into his space with a grin that could only be described as smug, “it’s nothing compared to what we have, Darling.” Jason thought of six different ways he could apprehend the man with him this close, with the line of that lithe body pressed so close to him. His stupid, traitorous body, acted on none of them.

“I’m here to stop you, Drake. I’m not- jealous.” He doesn’t even sound like he believed it.

“Really, Darling?” Tim looked blatantly amused by the denial, walking his hands up Jason’s chest to rest against his shoulders. “So it wouldn’t bother you at all, then, to know you’ll taste him on my tongue when you kiss me?” It- it bothered him a lot. He hated this high-society version of their dance, missed the rain and city noise and grime of their usual cat-and-mouse game. When Tim tasted of sweat and salt and smelled of leather and thrummed with adrenaline under his hands, when ‘Darling’ didn’t sound like such a fucking insult. 

“When?” He questions, instead of any of what he’s sure Tim already knows. Asks, even as his head bows to ghost his lips over the smirk splitting Tim’s.

“If you’d prefer I walk out of here with the most recent memory of hands on me being his, that's your prerogative."

“I’d prefer if you didn’t walk out of here at all.” Jason murmured, drawing a delighted little laugh from Tim’s lips.

“Kinky.” The smaller man quips, just before Jason seals his lips over his.

Tim’s kissing him back immediately, soft lips parting in a breath. Jason plunders the depths of his mouth with his tongue, galvanized by the faint taste of liquor he knows Drake hadn’t drunk- expensive tobacco he doesn’t smoke. He’s overcome with the urge to erase it, to hold the man in his arms in all the same ways he’d had to endure seeing and not stop until he only tastes of him and the phantom grip on his body reminds him of only Jason. Jason distantly remembers that he’s in the middle of stopping Tim from committing a crime, a thought that flees in a jolt as sharp teeth nip and tug against his lower lip. 

He groans, the pleasure-pain cutting through the last fraying thread of his self-restraint. It’s apparently the sign Tim has been waiting for. He’s landing hard on his back, the wind knocked from his lungs by the force of the maneuver, Tim grinning down at him from his new vantage point straddling his waist. “Poor birdy,” Tim taunts as Jason attempts to fight through the brief daze the lack of oxygen left him in. “I know these won’t clip your wings for long, but- you’ve made a mess of my timetable, Darling.” Tim dangled his cuffs in front of his face before wrestling them onto the larger man’s wrist- looping the reinforced chain around the leg of the heavy table in the center of the room.

“Pity I have to go,” Tim sighed, tracing his fingertips up his trapped arm to dance along his jawline. Jason just glared, trying to buck the man off of him so he could get to work on avoiding any of the other Bats finding him like this- “I don’t often get to see my Prettybird all trussed up.” A gloved thumb pressed in on his lower lip, unerringly digging into the bruise Tim undoubtedly left.

“Stop gloating,” He bit out, slightly slurred around that thumb, fighting a losing battle against the blush coloring his cheeks.

“Mm, you’re right. Plenty of time for that later.” Tim winked, easing off his body and casually tucking his prize into his coat pocket and leaving Jason alone in the room just as casually as he would a normal conversation.

Jason did get himself out of his cuffs before anyone could find him- the only victory of the night, apparently. At least Bruce had somehow let Catwoman slip away with something actively on display in the main exhibit. Jason tried not to think about how closely their situations might've mirrored each other. Batgirl wiggled her blonde eyebrows at him when he'd admitted Tim escaped with one of the archived items. He returned home that night with a bruised lip and an equally bruised ego.

He didn't seek Tim out again until he saw the small snippet in the newspaper about a priceless artifact being returned to its rightful owners- accompanied with the familiar body of evidence supporting the thief's theory that the Drakes had stolen the artifact during one of their many trips.

Maybe it was because he had something to prove- maybe it was because the little thief felt he'd teased him enough, but their usual chase through the city concluded quickly, with Stray trapped between his knees and beaming a dazzling, breathless smile up at him. "Hello birdy." Jason gave the wrists in his grip a warning squeeze and Stray let out a little laugh. "Not in the mood to play tonight?" Wariness ran in an undercurrent to his playful tone, brilliant mind probably trying to parse out what kind of trouble he was in.

Jason smirked under the mask, "saw your little display in the Gazette, kitty. Only you would steal from yourself and follow up that theft by chastising your public persona for not doing the right thing." He watched as Tim eased into the hold, apparently deciding he wasn't in the un-fun kind of trouble.

"I'm one of a kind, birdy." Jason huffed a laugh. That was certainly true.

"The thing is, you're going about this in the least efficient way you possibly could." Tim went still underneath him, eyes turning sharp and calculating as Jason continued. "And I'm just wondering. Why go through all the trouble, Kittycat? You could take everything back from every museum in one go- legally- and return the objects publicly."

"That sounds like an awfully unselfish thing for a Drake to do, Darling." Tim snaps, chastising him for daring to think Tim would allow something like good PR to even come close to his family name.

"It does, doesn't it?" Jason's voice has gone soft. It was an unselfish thing, to take whatever clout his parents had garnered through simply having items nobody else did- that they should never have had- and give it all back to the people his family had stepped over to get to that high place.

Tim's lips turned into a sneer as a furious blush reddened the scant bit of skin his suit exposed- always turning into a vicious, snarling little thing when someone got too close to that soft, caring center. Tim could be as angry as he wanted about Jason seeing this for what it was- he wasn't going anywhere until Jason was good and ready. 

"Why?" He asked- demanded, again. "Why pull these elaborate schemes just to steal what's yours?" He just- he didn't get it. It was the least efficient way to do this- to both go on a crusade against his legacy in one hand and ignore the attempt to shame him into publicly giving in. This tense public standoff and piecemeal repatriation was going to take years to complete- and Tim was ruthless in his quest for efficiency in all other matters. "How can you enjoy going after a prize you've already won?" 

"You really don't know?" Tim blinked up at him, scanning for something he didn't find in his expression, "and you're the one raised by the detective." Tim tapped at one of the hands pinning his down and Jason released it on instinct. Before he can realize he might've just bought a ticket to some new face scratches, Tim is yanking off his own mask and goggles and moving to cup his cheek. Jason’s the one who feels pinned under the intensity of that blue-eyed gaze.

"Why would I, the owner of those pilfered treasures, secretly steal them out from under myself in increasingly elaborate schemes? What could my goal, my prize be if not the object itself?" Jason's frozen in his spot, heart hammering and skin heating up under the gentle caress of claws on his cheek. Tim has to be deliberate to be gentle with them on.

"Darling," Tim's voice is thick as he moves, bumps their foreheads together and lets out an admission in a wavering breath, "you're the prize, you idiot. The game is over when the last item is back in its homeland, and you…I like our game." It’s the uncharacteristic nervousness in the final admission that convinces him.

Jason brings their lips together, free hand sliding into Tim's hair. He tastes of sweat, smells of leather, and his heartbeat is jackrabbit-fast under the thumb pressing against his wrist. As he deepens the kiss and moves to hold this bizarre, wild, singular man in his arms, he confirms to himself that he likes this kiss much better.

A week later the case where the pendant hung is found empty- but when Tim spends the morning after the news breaks typing Stray’s response from his place curled up in Jason’s lap, he really can’t bring himself to give a shit.

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Of Dreams and Stars

pairing: Dream/ Morpheus x gn!Reader (no 'y/n' used)

word count: 930

summary: 3 times you kiss him, 1 time he kisses you. [fluffiest fluff fluff + tiny bit of Jessamy reminiscence but dw, you're there to take care of Dream]

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"My lord."

your voice is a yearning whisper in his ears as your lips find his cheek. Your warm breath hits him and he is watching you closely, head tilted lightly with pursed lips.

The Lord of Dreams had seen beauty in all its forms but you...you have stardust in your eyes and the whole universe in your soul that made even the Moon blush.

A fallen star in the presence of an Endless being so enamored by you that he has sworn to breathe your name into the cosmos for the end of time.

He sighs in content, keeping his eyes on you and studying your every move. You're so soft in your movements, so graciously do your fingertips dance across his jaw, like the feathers of a raven. It forces his mind to briefly wander and you notice his head tilting down just the tiniest bit. The deep hum that is pure power radiating off of him fills the room in a creeping darkness.

He still mourns the hundred years of confinement. The loss of his most loyal friend. How could he not.

But you're there at his side and your words ground him while your touch gifts him a taste of what it would feel like to touch the clouds.

"My liege."

Gently you press your lips to his nose and let them linger for just a second to press your forehead to his. Only now does he close his eyes to see the stars shine behind his eyelids. And you're there with him, in a sea, an ocean of galaxies.

His hand subconsciously finds yours and it's so soft, you almost forget he has existed for eons. Three faint squeezes follow. A ritual the two of you have repeated for longer than you can remember. It's a promise, a vow saying all the things words will never be able to. Only now do the corners of his mouth lift, replacing the pout with another promise.

You can feel his other hand snaking to the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. He can never get you close enough. Morpheus is always on the brink of wanting to wrap a big warm blanket of dreams and fantasies around the both of you and never let you go again. Wanting to hide under it like little humans do in order to escape the waking or dreaming world and create their own.

And in this moment he is just that: a lovesick being with the childlike need to escape of this moment ever ending.

Firm and big is the hand on your back. You're encompassed by his entire aura, the low hum radiating in your own soul now. He's studying you again, his eyes observing every aspect of your face as if he's an artist looking at his muse in hopes of ever being able to capture your beauty. And yet, the Lord of Dreams thinks himself incapable of ever creating something as perfectly imperfect as you.

Eventually his eyes settle on your lips and you see the wanting like a dark cloud forming in his eyes. The hand that was holding yours moves up your arm towards your shoulder, raising goosebumps all over your body. His touch is enchanting, like he's leaving traces of yet unwritten creations behind. His warm hand lingers on your collarbone for a moment and then moves to cup your jaw with long fingers.

Right in this moment, Morpheus has the whole Universe under his fingertips. The Endless can feel your power just as much as you feel his. It's intoxicating. Addicting even. His lips part lightly and there is such craving and need behind those eyes, you feel you might return to dust under his gaze and touch at any moment.

Morpheus leans closer but not in one quick movement. He does it at such a torturous slow pace, it drives you absolutely insane.

Lips just barely hovering over each other you close the small gap with one last promise hanging from your lips: "my love," he eats it right up, inhales your words into his very being and leaves both of you starstruck. A melodic deep hum fills your mouth while your lips move against each other in a practiced dance.

Morpheus can almost taste the sweetness of the Universe on your lips. He kisses you like you have poetry and addiction in your bones, as if he is starved of your very being and will not survive without you at his side. The hand on your lower back is gripping and pressing you more tightly against him now and yet he has to pull away at last, his lips even more plump and pink than before.

His eyes glisten as he's looking into yours and you're not sure what exactly he's thinking of.

The corners of his mouth turn up once more, eyes even more droopy looking. He's nostalgic, part of him scared, terrified even of ever losing you.

"My muse."

His voice is raspy, that low hum ever present and you wish you could hide him from the world for forever.

"Only you, only ever you," he follows softly and it's said like a statement with the whisper of a vow behind it.

Next thing you know, his lips press against your forehead and linger just a second longer before he pulls you into him, wrapping his coat around the two of you. He still doesn't think you can ever be close enough to him, but this comes pretty close.

Artists would create for a love so deadly.

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#dream x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream the endless x reader #the sandman x reader #sandman x reader #the sandman #morpheus x reader #morpheus

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6. "Kiss Me" Jaygar

6: "Kiss me."

It was a simple statement, yet it still caught Jason off guard. He turned to the shifter next to him who was already looking at him.

"What?" He must have heard that wrong.

Gar shifted a little closer to Jason, a smile on his face. "You heard me, kiss me." The shifter grabbed Jason's hands, pulling him closer. Jason hesitated before leaning close, Gar meeting him halfway.

Gar's lips were soft, tasting like the chocolate he had a couple of hours ago.

When the two pulled apart, leaning their foreheads against each other, Gar let out a laugh. "Finally." He had a big smile on his face, looking Jason in the eyes.

Jason frowned, confused, "Finally?" He questioned.

"I've been waiting to that for months." Gar revealed, slightly exasperated, though there was fondness hidden in his words. "You always looked like you wanted to say something to me, but then you back out." This time Gar frowned, but it didn't last long; it was replaced by a soft smirk, "Scared I was gonna reject you?" He teased. "Rachel always said I was obvious about it."

Jason didn't say anything, just continued to stare, mouth agape.

Gar laughed, pecking Jason's cheek before getting up, "Come on, dinner will be ready in a few minutes." With that, he left the room, heading towards kitchen where the other Titans were most likely at.

"Damn."

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Cass and Duke the golden children ⭐️⭐️

#batman #batfam #batfamily #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #cassandra cain #batgirl #duke thomas #the signal #robin #the batman #fanart

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So I just re blogged a post that made me think about this.

All the batboys look more like their moms than their fathers in some way.

Tim and Jason HATE IT with a burning passion. Both for different reasons of course. Tim (as the post that inspired this) is hauntingly beautiful. Just like his mother was and he is so thankful he wasn’t born a girl because he knows he would hate his looks even more than he does now.

Jason literally died because of her, she sold him off to the joker for a chance to escape. This man has MOTHER ISSUES in the biggest block letters you can imagine. Dick made the mistake of saying “she’s obviously who you get your good looks from.” And Jason refused to speak to him for weeks.

Dick will never admit it but he’s forgotten what his parents looked like before they died, he says he looks like the perfect mix of both of them when in reality he’s his mothers carbon copy and he just doesn’t remember it.

Damian is the child that actually looks like a perfect mix of his parents. He looks like a young Bruce but when standing next to Talia a lot of people would say he just looks like a masculine version of her. He takes pride in it and secretly loves it when Bruce makes a comment like “you look so much like your mom when you make that face.”

Bruce knows he looks like his mom, he just refuses to admit it. For years after she died he would see himself in the mirror and see her and it physically pained him. Now when he looks in the mirror, he sees Damian.

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damian was just a kid back then, but he never had the luxury of knowing a better life, so dick had to let him fight besides him

i can only imagine how hard it was for him

#dick grayson #damian wayne #nightwing #robin #batfamily #the batman #fanart

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had a thought today about damian “ swear i will protect u with my life” wayne

#damian wayne #jon kent #talia al ghul #damijon #jondami #supersons #robin #superboy #damian al ghul #the batman #fanart

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Yes! I caved in and finally decided to draw them, the batbunch in casual clothes, from this idea by @batty-birds. God I had so much fun sketching this, I’m totally not living out my pinterest board fashion catalogue dream, I am not (I am). And why’s Barb so Kim Possible coded lmao. And I really liked drawing Cass with her asian features because #asianpresentation and I’m proud of my heritage lol. Also Damian was a little joy to draw too, he has a lollipop in his mouth, not cigs.

Dick was by far the hardest to get right, I wanted something dynamic for him, yet not too overly sexualized so he took the longest to get right. And Jason and Duke were the coolest to draw bc omg their colors fit so much with this street aesthetic shit???? Like yooooo

Also, a truly cursed sketch of Bruce and Alfred in their casual clothes, it’s funny so I put it here lmao. 6 pax Alfred speaks to me on so many levels

Update 1: since some of you asked....here it is, Alfred with six packs. I saw someone on Tumblr mentioned him (in a headcanon i guess) being a Kingsman and I was like dang, that makes so much sense!!??

#jason todd #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #dick grayson #duke thomas #barbara gordon #tim drake #damian wayne #red robin #red hood #nightwing #spoiler #orphan #oracle #the signal #robin #batgirl #alferd pennyworth #damian al ghul #bruce wayne #the batman #batman #the batboys #fanart #batfamily #batfam

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✨Thinking about it...

#dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #nightwing #red hood #red robin #batgirl #damian wayne #damian al ghul #robin #the batboys #the batgirls #the batman #fanart

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Gotta teach em young

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Kon's brain needs a minute to restart, Rob being cute can do that to a guy

#tim drake #kon el kent #conner kent #robin #timkon #young justice #red robin #fanart