#baby tim drake

[deadsetobsessions]

“Tim. Timmy. Ancients, kid, what are you doing?!”

Danny Phantom smacked away the instinctual terror of seeing an eight year old dangling out of a third story window.

“I gotta go take pictures of Batman and Robin! They’re out tonight!”

Danny thought that his barely healed vivisection wound might bust open from the sheer stress.

“Setting aside how you even know the patrol schedule of honest to god vigilantes, why’d you choose the window? The house is literally empty, just walk out the front door, for Ancient’s sake.”

Tim paused, a motion Danny was overwhelmingly thankful for, and blinked sheepishly.

“Um… for the aesthetic?”

Danny allowed the silence to settle between them before dropping his head into his waiting hands. Tim panicked.

“You- you can’t stop me!”

And yeah, Danny really can’t. In the months he’s been mooching off of the Drakes (not that they’ll notice), Danny’s learned that Tim Drake is nothing but relentless in the pursuit of whatever he sets his mind on. Whether thet might be putting hot chocolate in his cereal (which Danny doesn’t actually mind) or, apparently, stalking a pair of vigilantes.

He wanted to hack into the library cameras? Danny had to hover just to make sure the kid didn’t get caught after arguing for an hour about it.

He walked out of that argument with a loss, yes, but he also let Tim know that Danny cared about him. Danny also walked out of that argument with a new hatred for Janet and Jack Drake and his mind (just as diabolical as Tim’s) whirring with plans to haunt them.

Tim is never ever introducing his new little brother to Tucker. Ever.

“Okay. I don’t want to see you take unnecessary risks, but I’m also aware that I can’t really stop you. So. I’ll go with you.”

Maybe this is like… Tim’s obsession? When he put it that way, Danny lost the fight to prevent this tiny kid from what clearly is the only joy in his poor life.

“But…!” Tim’s eyes darted to Danny’s chest, the vivisection scars still fresh in his mind.

“They’re healed.” Danny pulled his dumbass little brother off the window sill, core settling as Tim follows willingly. “I’ll make us invisible and fly with you behind Batman and Robin so you can get even better shots. You can’t make any noise, though. That camera got a shutter sound, right?”

“Yeah!” Tim’s face brightened and Danny melted. He shoved a bottle of the (incredibly stinky but helpful in a pinch) ecto contaminated tap water into a backpack, along with some snacks and a blanket for when Tim gets cold. Danny’ll be fine, he’s got a Space Core. The cold his kind of his thing.

“Cool. We’ll stay out of earshot. If things starts to get too dicey, we’re heading home, okay?”

“Okay!” The look Tim shot him is full of trust and adoration and it makes Danny’s human heart squeeze painfully. “C’mon! I don’t want to be late!”

“We need to talk about your stalking tendencies later,” Danny said fondly.

“I’m not stalking them! I’m observing them!”

“Uh-huh,” Danny drawled, picking Tim up and making them intangible and invisible. “They’re not a bird observatory and also, even the birds in the observatory knows they’re being watched. Batman and Robin clearly doesn’t.”

Danny felt more than saw Tim’s pout.

He laughs as they fly just below the Gotham-brand of toxic smog. He waves to the City’s Spirit as Tim cranes his head around to catch sight of Batman and Robin.

“There!”

Danny obliged. With Danny’s flight, Tim got much better- much closer- photos than he would have originally.

Danny hung back as the pair of vigilantes swooped down to take care of a mugging.

“Wanna mess with them?” He grinned down at his little brother, canines glinting.

Tim looked up at him, admiration and mischievousness in his gaze. “Yes.”

Gotham parted her clouds in response to their glee.

——

Dick Grayson, AKA Robin, finally understood why criminals are so creeped out by him.

Other than the whole flippy child kicking grown people’s asses and winning thing, obviously (that, and Batman loomed menacingly behind him everytime a criminal even looked at Robin wrong).

Batman had picked up on it first, but the for entirety of their patrol, they kept hearing eerie little giggles and laughter. Haunting them. Never distracting. But persistent. And so creepy. He got goosebumps.

“B, I wanna go home.”

“Hm.” That’s a resounding yes if Dick’s ever heard one.

Maybe Alfred can chase away the giggles and chuckles.

Robin shudders and follows the Bat home.

——

Danny lowered the temperature as he held Tim up near Batman’s cowl so his brother could giggle menacingly. He knew for a fact that any recording device would get completely cram led by the sheer output of ambient ectoplasm he’s emitting. Plus, it freaked Robin out and raised the hairs on the back of the vigilantes’ heads. He tones it down when he noticed Tim rubbing his hands together.

He let out a quiet laugh, enjoying the flight with his brother in his arm and the light of the stars (thanks, Gotham) at his back.

——

Danny: oh, this kid’s got an Obsession, gotta let him do it safely, he’s a liminal from all that tap water

Danny: *forgets Tim isn’t a ghost nor is he from Amity and is therefore extremely breakable*

——

Danny and Tim: doing crime is a good bonding activity

Batman and Robin, who wants to say no it isn’t but they’re literally a pair of illegal vigilantes:

——

Dick as Robin: *cackles*

Tim, learning habits from stalking them: *giggles*

Gotham Criminals: *fear*

#danny phantom #bamf danny phantom #dick grayson #tim drake is a menace #tim drake #baby tim drake #Tim Drake is a little shit #Danny Phantom is a little shit #they’re messing with the bats #and getting away with it #inspired by dick’s iconic Robin cackle #that creepy lil shit #i love them your honor #they’re brothers your honor #Gotham’s F grade tap water #thanks scarecrow #Gotham’s tap water #dc x dp #dp x dc

[kartsie]

Baby bats for @batfam-big-bang

Thanks to @dear-galileo and @ssomagni for blessing everyones eyes with these stories

#THEYRE SO GOOD YALL I WAS CRYING IN THE CLUB #my art #Batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #Robin #Tim drake #stephanie brown #BABY BATS #batfamily #batfam big bang #batfam #dc comics #baby tim drake #baby Stephanie brown

[bruciemilf]

What are your fav teen! Parent Bruce headcanons?

Oh gosh who gave him CHILDREN

Very awkward, but kids naturally love him and vice versa

Teen bruce takes the subway, either because he refuses to be the asshole who drives a lambo to Walmart, or just to feel something

He's the patron saint of tired parents, magically calming crying babies in a blink

Kids In his neighbourhood (or any kids really) run up to him like, " Mr wayne can you give us a ride" and he's like ??? I'll do it, but Chris above, don't ask anyone else that

Babysits little Tim Drake (Tim crawled through the doggy door once and never left)

Really patient, but he's a teenager, so Nani from Stitch

"GO TO YOUR ROOOOOM!"

Toddler Dick Grayson: "IM ALREADY IN MY ROOM!"

Oliver calls him screaming at 3 AM on a Saturday, you know, like an asshole, -- " Why do you have THREE children?!"

"I found them."

" ' I found them' is the national anthem for kidnappers!"

Thought Tim to skate, but backwards. Tim thinks that's how all kids do it. Tim is wrong

Sees Dick playing on the chandelier and thinks " normal toddler behavior"

To be fair, he used to babysit Kate. If Dick isn't playing pinata and "interrogation room" with the neighbourhood kids, he couldn't care less

Cigarette mom without the cigarettes

Jason is an angel of a baby and Bruce thinks there's something severely wrong with him. Why aren't you being a menace. Are you sick?

"Alfred, the baby's happy all the time. Set up a doctor appointment immediately. "

#teen!bruce #teen bruce wayne #i think bruce is the team mom. if you handed teen clark a baby he'd have 4 breakdowns in under a minute #bruce wayne #batdad #dc comics #dc #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #baby jsson todd #baby tim drake #young dick grayson #text #text post #batman #batfamily

[madeofstardust17]

Fanfic writers out there depicting kid Tim Drake as a little bundle of anxiety and the 🥺🥺 face while I'm over here absolutely convinced that that kid had the personality of the little girl from Uptown Girls

#also that one quote #when shes like #unless you schedule a meeting or stand at her bedroom door at 3 am youre not going to see her #that has Timothy Drake vibes do not @ me #also no disrespect to those fanfic writers #i love your work #the settle our bones saga? #inspiring #i just wish we got more of this characterization #baby tim drake #tim drake #tiny tim #dc #batman #red robin #batfam

[headcanonthings]

Dick, to a crying Tim: Aww, what's wrong sweetheart?

Tim: Karen said I'm an ugly troll.

Dick: Now that ain't true. You're as cute as a bugs ear.

Tim: Brothers have to say stuff like that.

Dick: Hey, Jason! Am I as cute as a bugs ear?

Jason: No you're as ugly as a mule's butt!

Dick, to Tim: There, see?

#i'm imagining this takes place in one of those tim joins the batfamily early AUs #so like this a little baby tim crying #not a teenage or older version #incorrect quotes #incorrect dcu quotes #incorrect Batman quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #dcu #batman #batfamily #batbros #dick grayson #nightwing #Jason Todd #red hood #robin jason todd #Tim Drake #baby tim drake #Robin Tim Drake #red robin dc

[salmonight]

A baby timmy sketch after a week of inactivity

#i know i know it doesnt seem like it i drew the day 18 & 19th already in January #so first art in a week #whoo #tim drake #baby tim drake #kid tim drake #child tim drake #batfam #batfamily #red robin #robin #dcu

[thoughtsaboutbats]

Baby Tim taking a bunch of street kids home when his parents are away (maybe before a storm/freeze) like “there’s only really enough food for me… and it’s a bit far away… but it’s warm!!!”

But Jason Robin goes to check on the kids that night and is freaking out when he can’t find them, thinking they’ve been kidnapped and trafficked. He and Batman spend all night looking for them (cause no oracle yet).

Eventually they get access to a security cam that shows all the kids getting on a bus to Bristol and are like “wtf? They don’t appear to be being forced?”

They end up breaking into Drake Manor at like 4 am to a group of confused street kids and one Bristol kid freaking out that Batman and Robin think he did something wrong.

Once they finally calm Tim down and confirm what happened they assure him he isn’t in trouble (but he probably shouldn’t be bringing a group of street kids into his home without his parents knowing). They start asking questions about his parents though and… well that’s just not allowed to continue.

For the night, everyone stays at Drake Manor, including Batman and Robin (they would take them to Wayne Manor but that would be a bit suspicious). In the morning all the homeless kids are brought to a newly Wayne owned shelter (that is about to have all its staff reviewed).

Bruce is planning on chewing Jack and Janet out over the phone, but Tim freaks out and accidentally reveals he knows who’s under the cowl.

They have a nice long talk about how Tim knows (Dick is so getting a phone call tonight) and keeping secrets, and in the end Bruce decides to take Tim to Wayne Manor… just until his parents come home (which ends up being 4 months…they do not retain custody over him)

#batfam #tim drake #jason todd #batman #baby tim drake #I don’t have the time energy or skill to tirn this into a proper fic #I’ve seen a lot of fics where baby tim helps out the street kids while following Batman #and a few where he brings home jason #but never where he brings home non jason street kids

[karmawillcollectyourdebt]

i made a teensy comic about a baby timmy

poor baby timmy had a nightmare and can’t find the chocolate milk :(((((

oh! wait! he found it! he and batbear are gonna have a looong drink to calm down

#baby tim drake #mini comic #batman #bruce wayne #digital art #art #fanart #dc comics #tim drake #tim drake isn’t robin #yet #a baby!!!!! #rekart

[adelfie]

Summary: 15-year-old Babs has never needed validation from anyone, but... Batman's latest words to her have left her spiraling. It would be a good time for a mental health break, if not for the men trying to kidnap 5-year-old Timothy Drake while she's babysitting him.

#whumptober 2023 #no.1 #swooning #batman #fic #my writing #batfamily #batfamily fic #batfam #barbara gordon #batgirl #whump #whumptober #tim drake #baby tim drake

[deadsetobsessions]

Tim Drake had a lot of free time.

In between the time little Timmy was deemed old enough to not need a nanny and his ninth birthday when he got his first film camera, Tim Drake had so much time after school to explore his big, empty house. And so he did, hours upon hours were spent exploring his house.

Mansion, Tim corrects himself. His house isn’t a house. It’s an abandoned mausoleum disguised as a mansion. He intimately knows every creak of the floorboards in the out of the way galleries, every heavy weight curtain shut closed so what little sun that makes it way through Gotham’s gloom is reflected in order to protect the artifacts stored within the walls. Tim probably knows the exact amount of fleur-de-lys on the fourth sitting room’s wall paper- by extrapolation from preexisting data and personal data collection. Basically, he laid on the floor and counted.

Tim had a lot of time. He also had a lot of artifacts to pore over, making stories as he goes and double checking the actual history of the object.

Tim thinks he’s an artifact, almost. To his parents, at least. A child, a thing, they collected at one point in their lives and put on display at the galas they deem worthy to return to Gotham for. Perhaps he’s worth even less, had his parents bothered to look at him more than the lesser art pieces in their storage-mansion. The story everyone knows about him is prerecorded by people who weren’t really there.

Regardless, Tim Drake knows every single corner of his prison mansion. He’s catalogued everything, after all, on a nice spreadsheet. 

And that’s why, as he entered the fifth- and least used- guest bedroom, Tim’s attention immediately cut to the wrong bit of detail. Eyes flickering between the indent on the bed, the mussed- but not terribly dirty- state of the sheets, Tim slowly backed towards the door. His eyes fixed on the spot on the bed, he called out a soft “hello?”

He immediately cringed. He’s not an amateur, and that little “hello” was a mistake that might get him killed.

Tim trembled as the panic set in, tears pooling at his eyes. He wished Batman and Robin were here, they’d know how to-

There’s something appearing on the bed. Tim Drake stares as a glowing figure with white, wispy hair and a black hazmat suit appeared sitting cross crossed on the guest bed. His gloved hands were held out in the universal I-mean-no-harm gesture.

“Don’t- don’t panic!” The thing said, looking rather panicked itself. “I’m, uh, Phantom.”

Tim Drake’s curiosity and mystery-solving mindset slammed down on the toddler’s mind, quickly banishing the fear and panick in favor of interrogating this new, exciting thing.

“I’m Tim. Are you…” Tim frowns, wishing he had Batman’s intimidating growl. “A ghost?”

“Got it in one, kiddo. I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything! I just wanted to rest.”

Tim blinked. He decided right then and there that he likes this person. This… Phantom. If his trust was based on the fact that the loneliness was worse than a dead person, no, it wasn’t.

“I thought you sleep when you’re dead..?”

——

Danny stared at the child in front of him, watching the kid- Tim- pout at something. Danny is distracted from the staples holding his ghostly guts from falling out of his non-consensual vivisection when the kid asks him if he’s a ghost.

“Got it in one, kiddo!” Oo, he should tone down the energy. Danny’s too tired right now to maintain that level when speaking to Tim. Now, gotta reassure the kid he means no harm before he reports Danny’s presence to whatever authorities around.

His parents, at best. The cops, at worst.

“I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything!” He could tell he landed in some richie rich mansion by the opulent decorations in a seemingly impersonal room alone. “I just wanted to rest.”

Ancients, that had been more honest than he’d wanted. He really was out of it.

“I thought you sleep when you’re dead?”

Danny snorted.

“Yeah, but you can almost never have enough sleep, you know?”

The toddler looks unsure but nods anyways.

“Listen, would you… not tell anyone that I’m here? I’ll be out of your hair soon, promise.

Tim looks like a smart kid. There���s no way he’d fall for-

“Okay.” He fell for it. Danny blinked, stupefied. “My parents won’t be home for a while.”

“What.”

Tim shrugged. “You can stay. The housekeeper is only around a couple of days.”

“You… are you supposed to tell me that?”

Tim sent him a derisive look, clearly bolder now that Danny made no moves to hurt him.

On his cherubic but skinny face, the effect is both adorable and absolutely devastating.

“You’re hurt.” Tim fidgeted with his hands. “I can… I can get you water…?”

His core purred.

“Please. Thanks… Tim?”

The kid beamed at him and left.

Crap. New fraid member it is.

——

Danny, naive: “Surely him trusting strangers is just a one time thing, he’s so well behaved”

Tim, staring Danny in the eyes as he jumps out of the window to go stalk his vigilantes: “I’m gonna go take a walk in Crime Alley”

——

Tim gets Danny water, but it’s tap water from Gotham and is infected with both an ungodly amount of toxins (that doesn’t affect either of them bc one’s dead and the other had been chugging it since they were a baby- Gothamites get bottled water or from Wayne Foundation’s Clean Water Stations) and also like trace amounts of ectoplasm.

Danny: woah this is so healthy water!

Tim, pleased because Danny ruffled his hair: yes, I’m perfect

The rest of Gotham, if they knew: making warding sigils against these two eldritch gods

——

Basically, Danny gets attached and stays mostly because of said attachment but also Danny could see Tim’s budding world dictator tendencies and went yeah gotta curb that

#tim drake #bamf danny phantom #danny phantom #ghost king danny #baby tim drake #Tim Drake is a menace #Tim Drake’s stalker tendencies #I’m not saying he’s a criminal but his second option after nightwing was blackmail #Gotham #Gotham’s tap water #ectoplasm #found family #dc canon can suck my ass #dc x dp

[kartsie]

They’re watching Crocky 2: Back in the Bayou if anyone was wondering

#Bruce and Tim are OUT #batfamily #my art #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #cassandra cain #baby dick grayson #baby tim drake #baby Cassandra Cain #raised together au is special in my heart #Robin #nightwing #black bat #batgirl

[trashedinpluto-jpg]

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#ummm yeah he's planning world domination #or jason just taught him a curse word #tim drake #robin #robin dc #red robin #red robin dc #dc comics #dc #tim drake robin #tim drake fanart #robin fanart #dc fanart #batman #batman fanart #baby tim drake #art #my art #animation #fanart #red robin fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #i had this one art project where i had to draw scott pilgrim characters in the comic art style and it's changed the way i doodle #idk abt doing any more animation this is a silly goofy i just wanted to draw a little guy #idc about canon he's like 9 and joined the batfam early or smthng

[starrykitty013]

He’s doing baby stalker thingz tm

#dc #batfam #tim drake #comics #baby Tim drake #stalker tim #I love stalker Tim era he was just a lil bean #I find it endlessly funny that no one noticed him #Tim has sneak 1000 #Jason todd #starry animatic #dick greyson #Robin #doodles #but there is real art too??? #insanity #pants #he wore pants #Dami thanks him for it #you know Tim made a slideshow and petition for pants #he got Gordon to sign it #he didn’t need to Bruce was already trying to get his children to wear pants for years #he has finally succeeded #all his children now wear pants while crime fighting

[cherubic-cherry]

The Tragedy, Comedy, and Miracle That is Tim Drake snippet

“I’m not gonna hurt you, sweetheart, I'm Nightwing, I work with Batman and I just wanna help you get home.”

His plan wasn’t working. If only Nightwing wasn’t so nice, but of course he was. Tim knew that Nightwing would never just abandon a little kid on a rooftop in the dead of the night, it would be really great if he would, though, just this once. Another plan came to him, a better plan than just crossing his fingers.

He gingerly snuck his arm into his bag that was still resting on his shoulders. He wondered how long he could stand there seemingly motionless while facing outward before Nightwing tried to approach him. Hopefully a few minutes but probably not given his rotten luck.

His hands glided over the ridges on the flashlight, the smooth wrappers on the granola bar, and the cold, metal flip phone but he still couldn’t find what he was looking for in his overly packed bag, not without being able to properly look at it.

“Are you okay? I just wanna help. Can you come closer?’’ Nightwing egged, his voice had an edge of begging, but he sounded so sweet and soft. He dropped the fake-sounding voice he usually used. His normal voice made Tim be able to place him around his early twenties (just around the first Robin would be by now) and his voice sounded deeper and rough, it must’ve been hoarse from yelling but he still managed to sound so nice.

It was the perfect voice to use on what Nightwing thought was a scared and innocent little kid. Nightwing might have worked with kids as his day job. His gentleness was wasted on Tim, though, who, although was definitely scared out of his mind, could not claim innocence when it came to how he managed to get into this particular position.

His fingers finally found it: two chalky feeling spheres that lay on the very bottom of his bag, unused.

“Sweetheart, can you please turn around and step away from the ledge for me?”

The snow must’ve made Tim hard to see from where Nightwing was standing. Tim took a step closer, ignoring how weird it felt to walk when his joints still needed time to defrost. He forced himself to get as close to the vigilante as possible while still making sure he couldn’t make out his face with the heavy snow coming down.

“There we go,’’ Nightwing said to himself but because of their proximity Tim was still able to hear him. Guilt curled into Tim's chest from the translucent relief in Nightwing’s tone, Tim really was the worst kid on the planet. He edges himself as close as his body would allow him before freaking out.

“Hi there-’’ Tim didn’t allow him to finish his sentiment. He grabbed the mini smoke bombs from his bag and chucked them in Nightwing's direction. The snow was thick and his arm was tired from holding up his camera. He didn’t mean to throw the smoke bomb at Nightwing's face, he planned for it to fall at his feet or somewhere behind him and have it serve as a distraction. Instead, he ended up throwing the aluminum ball directly into the hero's nose, causing the smoke bomb to go off in his face.

Read the rest of the chapter here:

#fic rec #dick and tim #dick grayson is a ray of sunshine #dick grayson #little Tim drake #Tim drake #tim drake is a menace #baby tim drake #ao3 fanfic #ao3

[squid-kidz]

"give my child a haircut fit for a MAN" -jack drake, taking Tim to an expensive barber shop

"uhh, okay ?" -poor confused barber

#tim drake #tim drake fanart #baby Tim Drake #Jack Drake #dc #dc fanart

[arielsojourner]

My father and I are moving stuff out of the house. We're staying the night in a hotel. And he just gets up at 230am and turns on the lights and starts making coffee. Just starts making coffee. He then assures me he will go back to sleep later. I can't. I don't. When I wake like this I can't fall back asleep. He keeps assuring me I am resting even if I am not sleeping. I have to load a uhaul today after packing all day yesterday. He lies back down and leaves half the lights on. I do insist he not turn on the heater as it is hot in the hotel room. I eventually give up trying to sleep and reach for my phone. It is 320am. Dad sees I am not sleeping and decides to turn on the TV. After a while he lies back down and I try again to sleep. Doesn't work. He starts randomly asking me questions about things I must remember to do for the house move. It is now 430am.

I don't know why his complete lack of consideration astonishes me. It shouldn't. I know how he gets when he is in moving mode. But I am just... stunned. His obliviousness. I'm not even sure if I am angry or not about this.

(I think I am angry).