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#Tim House
ikiprian · 2 months
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Tim swears Phantom could’ve been a Titan. Maybe he should be, at this point. They have enough in common to justify it.
“Jeez,” Phantom groans. Abruptly, he drops the levitation and hits the roof without sound. He stretches out on his back like a cat, sore muscles straining in a way Red Robin deeply relates to. “Fighting the living sucks. At least with ghosts I can swing as hard as I need. Already dead means they get back up! But mortals? Way too squishy.”
Red Robin huffs in agreement. “Yeah,” he says. After a moment’s consideration, he lies down, too.“It’s a hundred times harder than people realize. Batman’s always going on about perfect control in training. About how to have it, you gotta be twice as skilled as the other guy. Even without your super-strength, I worry sometimes.”
“How do you do it?” Phantom asks. In a move only achievable to those without bones, or perhaps Dick Grayson, he twists himself over. Gloved hands cup his cheeks. His legs kick back and forth, like they’re gossiping at a slumber party. “I mean. You said you train, so obviously there’s the physical ‘how.’ But how do you keep your emotions nonlethal? How do you keep yourself in check, make sure you’re pulling back?”
“I mean,” says Red Robin. “Murder is illegal, so.”
Phantom sighs. “Yeah. Maybe it’s easier for you.”
… Hm. Maybe Red Robin should redo Phantom’s risk assessment.
Before he can raise too high an eyebrow (though even moving that muscle smarts, ow), Phantom elaborates.
“Ecto-based entities have trouble with their emotions,” he explains. “It’s easy to get lost in an Obsession, or a big feeling like grief. The rest of the world… it bleeds away. Helps to have another emotional anchor to keep it at bay. I use fear.”
“Fear?” Red Robin glanced over.
“Sometimes sheer stubbornness,” Phantom admits. “But a lot of it is fear.”
With a considering frown, he drops his head atop his arms. Exhaustion, regret, reluctance play out on his face. For someone the Bats know next to nothing about, Phantom’s body language is an open book.
“I saw, like, an alternate future version of myself once where I become evil and try to take over the world? So now I gotta be good to keep that from happening. The fear of that future keeps the pressure on me. Makes me focus up. Y’know?”
Tim sits up. “Seriously?”
Phantom nods. “Uh-huh. Kinda bizarre, I know—”
“What the hell,” says Tim. Three consecutive days together and a concussion must loosen his lips, because holy shit, no way. “Dude! Me too!”
“Huh? Seriously?” says Phantom.
“Yeah! I totally saw myself turn evil. Like, Batman but with guns. Guns Batman. I had to fight him and everything. He tried to kill my friends and erase my memory to make sure I couldn’t un-invent him by going back to change the past?”
“Oh my god.”
“What?”
“Oh my god, me too!”
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sepia-stained-sunset · 10 months
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Duke, Jason, Damian and Cass who only knew Kon and Tim during their "I would burn down the world for you" era asking the rest of the family how Tim missed their obvious chemistry, how he's been oblivious to the person he's been in love with since the day they met.
Steph, Dick, Bruce, Alfred and Babs, who all got a taste of their initial Young Justice years where Tim was one second away from framing Kon for murder, just exchange amused looks.
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thebibliosphere · 3 months
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I feel like I've complained about Tim's email situation in Gotham Knights before (edit: I have), but the truth of it is just so funny.
He's signed up for so many podcasts, video game streamers, and random news alerts; it's just a constant barrage of data going straight into his constantly whirring brain. Hell, he even floats the idea of the Batfamily having their own podcast as a way to correct misinformation about them (which Jason shoots down instantly), and it's made me realize something.
Timothy Drake would be a YouTuber.
In this universe specifically, Timothy Jackson Drake, the heir to Drake Industries and the foster son of the late Bruce Wayne would be a YouTuber.
Think about it. It'd be the perfect cover. Who would ever suspect that some 16-year-old nepo baby with a YouTube channel could ever be Red Robin? You'd have to be mad. I mean, look at him.
Red Robin just dropped out of literal thin air and garotted someone four times his size, and you expect anyone to believe that's the same kid who does 24-hour Minecraft charity streams and occasionally drops 6-hour video essays (his last one was on Lex Luthor's illegal bit mining operation on the moon)?
That kid?
You think that kid is Red Robin?
Ch'yah, okay, sure. And the Joker is funny 🤡.
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ghost-bxrd · 3 months
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Prompt:
Tim is the first to find out the Red Hood’s identity and from then on sticks to Jason during patrol like glue (much to Jason’s chagrin, dammit, it would feel wrong to beat up Robin when he’s that starry eyed…)
Cue: PANIC from the rest of the Batfamily, who still think Hood is a forty-something year old crime lord and now assume they’re dating.
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incorrectbatfam · 6 months
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[after Duke sneaks out]
Dick: You lost Duke? I went to work for seven hours and you lost 20% of our siblings?
Jason, who was in charge: ...
Dick: Tim, call Bruce. Steph and Cass, start driving around the neighborhood. I'm gonna call Duke's friends.
Damian: And I'll go get Duke.
Everyone:
Dick: Damian?
Damian: Yes, Grayson?
Dick: Damian, kiddo, do you know where Duke is?
Damian: *nods*
Dick: Why didn't you say something sooner?
Damian: Nobody asked me.
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batcavescolony · 6 months
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Tim: I love Christmas
Jason: did your parents celebrate with you or something?
Tim: no, but while at boarding school my roommate wanted to watch Home Alone and I just loved the idea.
Steph: oh this will be fun
Tim: so I forged my parents signature and signed myself out. Took a cab home and set trapps all throughout my house. Now that was fun but I wanted to whole experience so I hired two goons to break into my house.
Jason: what the fuck?
Tim: they didn't get permanently hurt, I wasn't cruel. I did give them payment and obviously I didn't want my parents knowing so I just let them go after. It's was fun
Steph: sounds like you.
Tim: hey, we should do that! We have better training and traps! It could be Family bonding!
Steph: YES!
Jason: ...that does sound fun. I'm game.
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arunneronthird · 9 months
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tell 'em all they'll love in my shadow
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adeptune01 · 1 year
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*bored at a Wayne gala*
Tim: Anybody have any game ideas?
Dick: Let's play the question game!
Jason: NO! Do NOT listen to him.
Duke: What's the question game?
Dick: Two people have a conversation but only in questions. The first person to say a normal sentence loses- but couldn't you have figured it out?
Damian: That does not sound difficult.
Jason: He is unnaturally good at this stupid game. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Dick: It's not that bad is it? So who's up first?
Jason: Run away, little pigs. Run away while you still can.
Steph: Could I give it a go?
Dick: I don't know? Could you?
Steph: You're pretty confident aren't you?
Dick: Any reason I shouldn't be?
Steph: Remind me: your old outfit was butt-ugly, right?
Duke: Isn't that a little...personal?
Steph: Quiet, you. Wait, no, hang on-
Jason: Ooooh, sorry, Steph!
Steph: Duke distracted me! That's cheating!
Dick: Would you like a rematch?
Tim: Wait, wait. Let me give this a try.
Dick: You want to try, Tim?
Tim: Why not?
Dick: Let me know when you're ready?
Tim: I'm ready.
Jason: Short and sweet.
Dick: Anyone else? Jason?
Jason: Hell no- I've lost enough of my life to this dumb game.
Dick: What about you, Damian? You want to give this a try?
Damian: Well, wouldn't that be the next logical step?
Dick: Who said this was a logical game?
Damian: Were you the one who told Bruce to limit my animal adoption rates?
Dick: And what if I was?
Damian: Would you not feel betrayed?
Dick: Would you not like me to act in your own interest?
Damian: Is that a real question?
Dick: Is that an incredibly weak response?
*several hours later*
Damian: But have I proved my point?
Dick: Can we agree to disagree?
Duke: Dick, how long is this going to go on for?
Jason: Hours...days. Months doesn't seem unreasonable.
Tim: Speaking from experience?
Jason: You have no idea.
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 8 months
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𝔖𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔶 ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔫 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔰
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hypewinter · 4 months
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With the GIW hot on his heels, Danny decides the best course of action is to take to the water. Only one problem, he's fresh out of money. Guess it's time to resort to theft. He finds a nice little house boat that doesn't look like anyone's currently living in it and sets to work untethering it. Only to be immediately caught by the presumed owner.
"I was gonna give it back!" He blurted. "....Eventually."
Tim Drake was having such a long night that for once, all he wanted to do was sleep. Unfortunately for him, life has other plans as he gets back just in time to see a boy trying to steal his boat.
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Danny couldn't really explain why he always answered this specific summoning ritual. It was like a feeling. One of warmth. Of a mug of hot cocoa in your hands and a nice weighted blanket dropped around your shoulders as a fire blazed in the hearth in front of you, keeping the chill in the rest of the room at bay.
Danny always lost himself in the sensation and found himself back in that stupid circle of protection with that same wierd guy demanding answers. But Danny didn't know anything about a "Lazarus Pit" or a "Pit Madness" let alone a cure for it. Even if he did he wasn't going to tell Red Robin anything after all the times he'd used the marriage summoning spell to get him here.
Earlier on Red had explained it was the only spell known to thier universe that could summon an entity from "The Lazarus Dimension" Which he guessed was another name for the ghost zone and Phantom was the only one to ever be summoned.
Danny couldn't help but wonder why...
After escaping Bird boy and his supernatural pop quiz (oh look, another test for him to flunk) he returns home only to discover his parents had seen him get summoned and accused him of being a ghost that replaced thier baby boy.
Naturalally the next time Red Robin had summoned Phantom he was angry. He was tired and dirty from being on the run from his parents, his worlds US government, and Vlad. Not to mention his own rogues gallery didn't exactly cut him any slack.
So Danny decided that if Red Robin wanted to abuse the power of a marriage ritual than the very least he can do is put his money where his mouth is.
Danny grinned and exited the magic circle, taking delight in Reds widening eyes before he lunged. A kiss sealed the deal, making sure Danny had a safeish place to stay.
After all, married couples in the infinite realms were obligated and even compelled to protect and care for eachother.
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inspisart · 1 year
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I’m surprised he didn’t start licking the furniture
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harmleikurdraws · 2 years
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this one time when all his kids finally let him have some peace and he’s still not sleeping himself
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bruciemilf · 1 year
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Having so many de aged! Jason feelings. I might just burst.
Dick and Tim theorize on how a small, happy little baby winded up in Jason's apartment. It's no secret their brother, a wall of bulk with a tender core, houses the homeless sometimes.
Maybe the baby is someone's? But if so, why was he alone? Jason isn't exactly famous for his unquestionable wisdom, but he's too caring to leave a defenceless infant by himself.
More importantly, why is this baby rolling on his tummy on a familiar brown jacket, evidently craving to be picked up?
"Can you take him? I'm not..." Tim's not good with kids; It's a running joke among them. Even If there's nothing comical about this.
Dick nods. His pride does swell when the baby giggles and coos.
"He has good taste."
" Okay, Narcissus. Let's take him home before your head pops,'' was Tim just a tiny bit jealous this little chubby cheeked thing was snuggling close to Dick, while downright glowering at him?
Maybe. A little. But babies were glorified chunks of meat, shaped just enough like a human to be considered cute. What did they know?
So they get home. It's a pleasant rarity, but they're all in one place.
All except Bruce, of course. Too busy bleeding on the streets to spend any time with them, Dick huffs,
Poor Damian is trying to jump and leap amongst them giants, struggling to take a peek at their young guest, " Grayson! I want the baby!"
" He's not a toy, Dami," they all share a silent look, clearly thinking the same thing. He got it from Bruce,
"What does it do?"
" He's a baby, Steph. He's not even aware he exists!"
" God I wish that were me,"
Duke looks at Babybird, as Dick affectionately took to calling him, with a strange, quizzical look, " He looks familiar. You said you found him at Jay's?"
" Yeah, but I'm taking him to a firestation. I just had to show B. You know he likes volunteering at daycares. Maybe he'll recognize him."
" Recognize who?"
Babybird was chewing on his own foot when the elevator doors slid open. Cass wasn't a wordsmith.
She read movements and actions as one listens to music.
Every member of her beloved family was a song of their own; Dick was motivational and calming.
Stephanie was packed with action, brimming with electrifying energy that just made you want to jump.
Tim was clean and precise with accents of pop. Duke was light and happy and silently confident. Damian was angry, and passionate and brave.
Bruce was powerful, sad, and perfectly tragic.
But when Babybird shrieked, yelled out in happiness and excitement and tried to wiggle out of Dick's arms with a sunshine beam and grabby hands?
Her father was a love song.
"Jay," The name sounds like Bruce is choking. His eyes are burning with tears, marching directly to Dick, " Jay? Jay!"
" Wh--"
"Dada!" Babybird, -- Jason? They only now noticed the white curl bouncing on top of his head, ( their inner detectives groan) " Dadadada, pap papi pap,"
They can't do anything, frozen in place, as Bruce spends the following two hours planting a garden of kisses on Jason's cheeks, full with laughter, while they read and color and build blocks.
"Uh, Bruce? I'm...I'm gonna call Zatanna."
" In a minute."
" DAD, --"
" In a minute."
It wasn't just a minute. It was an entire week.
As ridiculous as it was? They were starting to get jealous.
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justshipsandstuff · 3 days
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The old boys club
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strange-birb · 8 months
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My palaye royal Tim drake
Idk why but i 100% would think Tim drake sings like Remington form palaye royale
I think something chaotic comes out during a show and he climbs on rafters and is an absolute feral punk menace :)
I think I want to do a secret band AU where Tim and Jason are secretly doing battle of bands and batfam doesn’t know but go to watch.
Tim sounds and performs like Remington leith
Jason sounds like Ivan moody but performs differently
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