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prismuffin · 1 year

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I feel like Tim Drake doesn't get the love he deserves, So could you possibly do a Tim Drake x affectionate Male Reader?

Tim hasn't really got a lot of positive attention while growing up, so I like he would get absolutely flustered when the Reader treats him gently. Like never yelling at him mean he gets angry. As well as treating him like he's made of glass, while patching him up after a mission. Or staying up with him all night so he isn't too lonely while doing research.

Summary: Reader is a sweetheart and the reader's kindness makes Tim fall head over heels.

Bonus points: Reader likes to stay up with Tim, because Reader suffers from night terrors. So when Tim asks about it, reader tells him, he's comforting to be around.

A/n: ofc i can do that for you! I hope you enjoy it thanks for being thorough and even including a summary!!

Loverboy

Tim Drake x affectionate!male!reader

( summary: Reader is a sweetheart who's kindness causes Tim to fall head over heels. )

Warnings?: breaking of glass, Tim being all sappy, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of injuries but no details

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He doesn’t know what he did to deserve an amazing boyfriend like you.

That’s what Tim thinks as he watched you pick up the glass of your favorite snow-globe off the ground. His stress has made him very clumsy lately and he hadn’t realized it moved from its usual spot on the desk and so when he turned with a clipboard full of calculations and heard something shatter his heart dropped when he realized what it was, your head snapping in his direction. You rushed over but instead of dropping to your beloved snow-globe you immediately started checking him. Asking him if he was ok, he almost couldn’t believe it. He’d stuttered out apologies but you just waved them off saying how you thought he was hurt before kissing his cheek and noticing his fatigue. You asked him to go lay down which he didn’t want to do but with the promise that you’d join him after you cleaned this up, he folded. So here he sat, in a chair in the corner reminiscing about all the times you’ve helped him like this.

Like that one time he’d gotten back from a mission especially hurt. He expected you to be asleep, thinking he’d just patch himself up before joining you in bed but he was soon surprised when your form rushed over to him. You’d asked him if he was alright and ended up tending to his wounds. He found out later that you’d stayed up past 1am just to greet him when he got back. You’d shush him with small kisses whenever he winced in pain, apologies slipping past your lips. His heart fluttering at how delicately you touched him, as if he’d break. He knew he loved you but it was shocking how you can make him fall in love all over again.

He sighed, thinking of another memory of you and him. Batman had asked Tim for help on a certain project to upgrade the Batmobiles tech. You’d brought him coffee but soon switched to tea when it was getting primarily late so that he didn’t get burnt out. He watched as you yawned, leaning your head on your arms. Your eyes weren’t closed, you were simply staring at him as he talked about what he was working on. He knew that you didn’t understand everything he was talking about but you still listened and even gave him ideas when he became stumped. Checking the clock and noticing the lateness of the night he asked if you were gonna head to bed soon. You’d shaken your head and told him that you were gonna stay up with him so that he doesn’t get lonely and drown himself in his work which you noticed he tended to do. He could’ve cried right there watching you get up and stretch, grabbing his empty cup before heading to the kitchen to refill it. He sighed lovingly as you walked out of the room.

It was the little things, he concluded, the little things that made him head over heels for you. Like when he’s training with his bo-staff and you come in with water and orange or apple slices, asking him to take a break and recharge for a while. You’ll stand by him, holding the plate while he eats, complimenting him on his form and moves and even comparing it to how he was last week to show that you really were aware of his progress. What shocked him the most though was when you learned some basic bo-staff, knife, and katana moves so that he could train with a real life partner to help with his agility.

Or the times when he'd wake up from night terrors, vivid visions that plagued his mind at night. A frown made it's way to his face as he thought of them, though it quickly fizzled out as he remembered that you were there too. A light that drowned out the darkness of his thoughts. You'd been there for him when he wakes up crying and sometimes even screaming, calming him down and telling him that everything will be alright because you're there. The nights he'd find you watching over him as he slept to make sure that he'll be safe even in his dreams.

"Timothy!" He jumped, your yelling shaking him from his thoughts. "huh?" "Geez I've been calling you ya know." You frowned, "are you alright T?" Your rubbed his shoulder "you know you can talk to me about anything right?" He let out a breathy laugh, feeling one of your hands cup his face. He leaned into the touch, a hum falling from his lips as he smiled. "I know...it's nothing bad I'm just thinking." he shrugged, "about what?" You asked, and he smiled, his eyes stared into yours like a lovesick dog, his grin lopsided. "You." "Me?" He nodded, "I was just thinking about you, and how you treat me." Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised. "Uhh- Did I...do something wrong?" He shook his head, "you're too good to me. Always worrying about me even now." Your eyes softened and you smiled, "well of course I worry, I care about you a lot you know." You kissed his cheek and he chuckled- mumbling an 'I know' back before standing and pulling you along with him. "Let's head to bed yeah?" He asked and you nodded, taking the lead and pulling him away to your shared bedroom.

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silverheartlugia2000 · 8 months

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dcxdp prompt

i see your "Danny hides in the empty rooms of wane manor/the apartment next to Jason that no one should be in" and add in "no one knows how neglected Tim really is at home" to create this!

Danny hides at drake manor, he thinks its empty, the rich family is traveling, he only really sees the occasional housekeeper or gardener that are easy enough to hide from for a few hours.

Tim is still young, still going out at night to stalk the bats or just newly minted robin. is Danny de-aged? if so hes not like, baby baby, but young enough to match Tim. cause the second point of this plot relies on a 'Danny and Tim could be twins' theme.

Neither knows the other is there, they keep missing each other through a combination of Tim going to school/Robining, Danny's sudden sleep crashes from injuries/tendency to explore. And just a hint of divine intervention for Grampa Clocky's entertainment.

Tim is still in the 'not allowed to touch anything except his room' mindset and Danny is very careful to not leave any evidence around. He's just happy to find a place that still has water and electricity also isn't occupied, the fact that they left the wifi on is just a bonus! Danny avoids Tim's room and sleeps in the Drake's bed, cause he can feel the residual vibes of loneliness Tim has filled it with and dosen't even want to think about that...

How do they find out? Tim is away for some reason or other, and the Drakes randomly stop by, and Danny just happens to have just sat down for lunch, feeling secure enough that no one would be there and maybe let himself indulge in a little artwork/tinkering, today.

Danny is so confused. He expected the people to yell at him, call the police, attack, anything! instead he gets a case of mistaken identity, a lecture of leaving his things around, (he only covered half the table with supplies!) his outfit and mannerisms insulted (that perfectionism that they drilled into Tim?) given a LIST of impossible expectations, and then promptly left alone again with the people saying they'd be back is eight months or so.

Danny is hit with a horrible feeling of familiarity, guilt, and rage. First, those people were so similar yet also completely opposite of his own parents. Second they didn't question him being there, in fact it seemed like they expected someone his age to be there? They left their kid alone in this house? How long has he stayed here now?!? Third their kid should be in this house, they didn't pay enough attention to Danny to realize hes NOT their kid, and if the kid does live here Danny hasn't really seen hide or hair of him anytime he's explored the house, HOW DoES THAT HAPPEN?? Is he missing? Or has he been staying somewhere else? Maybe he should investigate that one room with bad vibes?

Before Danny can get out of his shock to form ANY kind of plan, Tim comes storming through the door, maybe they called him to remind him of something? Maybe he got told they were in town? He ran home in an attempt to catch them but instead finds Danny stewing.

Danny is ABSOLUTELY pulling Dan and Dani over here to cause THE chaos parent trap to end all chaos parent traps!!

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abizarreyodelingincident · 3 years

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Consider...

Jason has been legally revived in comics for a few years now, and someone definitely needs to exploit it to its full potential. People, the Waynes pretended that Jason was still dead for YEARS!

I propose... Everyone is so used to pretending Jason is still dead that they will default to that even though the reporters are asking about his return from the dead. Bonus point if one of them is sleep deprived and they do this even with Jason in the room. Something like...

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Reporter, doing a regular interview about Bruce Wayne and his kids: We’re all glad to hear about Wayne Enterprise’s newest charity. And how did your children react? We all know that homeless children is a sensitive topic in your family. How did Jason react?

Bruce, on autopilot: He would have been so happy. Jason was a light in my life, taken from me too soon. And it’s in his memory that we’re investigating more in the poorer areas he knew. I’m sure he’s resting better knowing his brightness and golden heart inspired us to do this.

Reporter: ... Mister Wayne?

Bruce, thinking about Jason’s rant last month about the state of Gotham’s system with Duke and Stephanie: It’s... It’s things like these that help me remember the boy he was. Only another parent can understand what it’s like to lose a child, and I feel almost fake doing this, as if it can help mend the hole in my heart, but I have to. It’s what Jason would have wanted.

Reporter: Mister Wayne? Bruce? Brucie?

Bruce, slow blinking: What?

Reporter: ... Didn’t you tell the whole world Jason has returned from the dead two weeks ago?

Bruce:

Reporter:

Bruce, bursting into fake tears: IT’S JUST SO NEW! AND I’M SO LUCKY TO HAVE HIM BACK!!!

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Tim Drake: Oh yeah, there’s all those pictures hanging around... Dick used to share those stories. It makes me wish I could have met him. I hope we’d have gotten along.

Reporter, pulling up social media pics with Jason wrestling with Tim: ????

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Dick, inviting Tim to a bar to celebrate his 21st: I’m just doing my big brother duty, y’know? What I’d have been able to do for Jason, if only life hadn’t been so cruel...

Jason, walking right behind them: Stop telling everyone I’m dead!

#Batman #Bruce Wayne #batfam shenanigans #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Dick Grayson

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glorified-red · 3 years

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Could I request hcs for subtle ways the boys express their protectiveness?

Thank you for the request my love! I got to play a fun little game of ‘Eenie Meenie Miney Mo’ for which request to do.

Protective BatBoys

word count: 1600~

warnings: insinuation of someone getting hit by a car, mentions of attackers

I was quite tempted to write Bruce headcanons to this but I must hold back ><

Dick Grayson

Ah, Dick Grayson, the King of small romantic protective gestures

Every time, without fail, Dick will wait until he watches you get inside your house safely before driving/walking away

Its a really cute tick of his because he covers it up with a goodbye kiss and goofy waves that leave you giggling even after you close your house door

But its so he knows where you are, and he can see for himself that you made it safely inside because the second he turns away too soon, you may get locked out, or someone can crawl out from the bushes and nab you

Paranoid, he knows

He constantly wraps you up in things, when you two go swimming he’ll patter up from behind you and place a towel around your shoulders, patting you dry along the way

Very insignificant gesture but he doesn't want you to catch a cold in the A/C or Gotham wind

He’ll do the same with his jackets, maybe even plop his hat on your head when it's gets to the snowy seasons 1. Because its adorable seeing the hat fall into your eyes and 2. Because it'll warm your head up

Scarves too, he’ll even go on a tangent about how cold it is outside while he wraps you in it

Dick will always offer to drive you places, even if you insist on driving yourself to meet up with him or walking there, Dick will still offer because it means he’ll be present if you get into a wreck, sucks but then he can help with first aid

If you decline his offer though, he’ll politely ask for you to take Titus or Ace with you whenever you walk somewhere, they’re trained and he trusts them to keep you company/safe when he can't

Jason Todd

Jason’s protectiveness comes from a place of knowing how cruel the world actually is

He can't stand the idea of anything happening to you

If he has to, he will use his reputation of Red Hood as a way to keep you safe, putting a man at gun point and sneering out, “They’re off. Limits.”

He’d bust a whole trafficking ring if it meant ending a person who touched you or hurt you in any way

But Jason’s protectiveness doesn't stop while he's wearing the helmet

Even when you two are sleeping, Jasons unconsciously protecting you, no matter how you two cuddle, Jason always positions himself as closest to the bedroom door

Whether his back is to the door or he’s facing it, Jason needs the comfort of knowing any person coming into the room would have to get through him before even reaching you

He also envelopes you, he's a big guy so its pretty easy for him to wrap you up in his arms as an extra layer of protection from the outside world

Jason doesn't really like the idea of training you past basic combat or gun skills, hell, he doesn't like involving you in the family business if he doesn't have to

So he inserts himself into any situation you may need protection in

Which is exactly why he starts going to the gym with you as a work out buddy

Jason makes it sound like he just wants to spend time with you or help you achieve your goals faster since he knows how the body works from his Robin days

But deep down you both know his true intentions: he wants to keep an eye on you

The gym is crawling with creeps that have the guts to ogle at you or get too touchy, but having Jason’s 6 foot beefcake of an ass standing beside you the entire time is like an instant creep repellent

Plus, he gets to spot you and make sure you don't get injured from bad technique or from pushing yourself too hard

He’ll even encourage you with innuendos the entire time, but at the end of the day, he’ll gladly walk you home

Tim Drake

Tim is the most subtle about his inner protectiveness, a subtle King if you will

Most times when he gets protective, you never even notice

When you two cuddle in your house, it takes him a very long time to actively fall asleep because he doesn't trust your home security system if you even have one so he forces himself to stay awake just incase anything happens

But don't worry, he’ll eventually get to updating the security in your house

He does get these protective eyes whenever something is off when he's around you, they narrow a bit and latch onto whatever is off, glaring holes into the offending object until its all clear

Its quite terrifying to witness and very hard to miss when Tim is staring dead at the man speaking to you from across the room at a Gala, sipping his drink in the corner

If he feels the need, he will walk up and control the situation, whether it mean inserting himself into the convo or simply being present for it, he’ll do it

The thing with Tim though, is when he's protective, he’s almost always touching you in some way

His fingers playing idly with the ends of your hair as he speaks to a random person who walked up to you, clinging to your shirt/sleeves when he’s analyzing a situation and doesn't want you to go forward just yet, or even as simple as holding your hand as he leads you home

Tim also keeps small snacks/waters on hand at all times to protect you from Gotham heat and pesky hunger, very much like a mother hen because he also carries a first aid kit everywhere

He follows you whenever you walk alone around Gotham at night, he’s already on patrol so he might as well make sure you make it home safe, if anything happens he won't think twice about intervening as RR

If your going out somewhere alone he always always always asks you to call him until you make it to your destination, he doesn't care if he's working on something or in the middle of a board meeting, he has an assistant for a reason who can give him notes

Its become a normal thing for you to send him your Uber tracking link so he can watch it, if you don't send it he won't hesitate to hack into your account just to find it

Damian Wayne

Damian? Wayne? Being subtle?

Its usually pretty obvious when Damian gets protective over you

He’s the type who won't hesitate to pull out a knife out of god knows where and threaten whatever is responsible for you being uncomfortable

This leads to very interesting encounters of you having to hold him back because ‘oh no a random guy bumped into you and didn't apologize’ and suddenly Damian is missing

He’s also incredibly blunt, saying things like “Cover your drink” at galas or handing you one of those hand held tasers before you go out and saying “Go for the neck”

Will insist on training you himself, whether its hand-to-hand combat or with a sword, Damian wants to keep track of your progress himself so he can make sure all your weaknesses are trained

Its also because he doesn't want his grimy brothers near you, so its protective on all counts

But subtlety? Theres a few you can notice after being with him for awhile

He’s very careful when going out around Gotham with you, Damian knows he can fend for himself so he will gladly take the brunt of any possible situation

This leads to him always walking on whichever side of you thats closest to the road, so on the off chance a car derails, he’ll get hit first

Always making sure to match your pace when you two walk together, he doesn't want you getting too far ahead of him because he'd have to run to get to you, too far behind and he might not notice you getting taken silently, he wants you right in arms reach at all times

He has a permanent scowl and narrowed eyes but when he's protective, they get even more prominent

Bonus

All the BatBoys do the same exact thing out of instinct when it comes to protecting you

None of them will hesitate to step in between you and any attacker, pulling you behind them so they are in the line of fire now

Its a subtle action that each of them do, albeit with some differences

Damian will push the attacker back as far as he can from you, putting plenty of distance between the two of them and you, so if anything breaks out, you can run away easily

Dick will hold his arms out, fully covering you but keeping his hands in the fray so if the attacker tries attacking you from any angle, Dick is ready to protect

Tim will grip onto you somehow, keeping his hand right on your bicep or forearm so he can still hold you, he doesn't know if there can be a hidden attacker from behind that will pry you away from him, so touching you is his way of making sure he doesn't lose track of you

Jason will slip in front of you and cross his arms, its a sign of nonchalance but obvious dominance, showcasing that he doesn't need his hands to be intimidating to the attacker, he’ll glare and challenge them so all attention is on him now and not you

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bunnvoid · 2 years

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📖💖for tim please <3

I would love to share!

Thank you for the ask!<33

Happy Headcanon for Tim Drake

oo ok so i have a good one for this!

Basically the guy sucks with words sometimes so his affection language (forgetting the term) has to be gift giving! Its non-verbal and hes definitely has the money and access for a wild array of gifts. But he doesn't just give random things willy-nelly he goes all out and finds the right thing for the right person. If you mentioned you wanted a very niche or rare thing, he will hunt it down and will give it to you just out of no where. No special occasion. Also because of this he never turns down a gift that has had a lot of thought and time. like they'll get the "oh you really shouldnt have" but he'd happily keep it for as long as possible.

a paper frog made out of some gum wrapper given to him by Greta? Yup thats his forever and he's gonna keep it in the perfect place in his room/apartment/safehouse.

also cue a time where there was a gift back n forth with him and bruce cuz i can see bruce's way of affection being like that too. Its not loud and dramatic, just a very silent 'war' amongst the two.

bonus bonus, another version of his love language (thats the word!) is taking photos of those he cares about all the time. Whether he keeps them or gives the to depends. The sillier or just domestic the better!

(i try to draw him wearing gifts he's been given as much as i can and i have comic in the making showing of his photocollage board that's littered with gifts >:)))

Au I’d like to see them in for Tim Drake

Oo man there is so many, fantasy aus always draw me in cuz im a huge fan lsjf *point point nudge nudge* night culture au is my shameless interest of that

BUT ones that arent fantasy I think seeing him in something akin to steampunk (i mean nc has some of those elements but still)

oh my god or pokemon just so I could see what pokemon he'd have! Those are the coolest, pokemon aus.

#anon #tim drake #red robin #robin #asks #ask game #hc 💚

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amoretheiwa · 3 years

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Closet Conversation

Tim and Kon have had a thing going for a little while now--a friends-with-benefits kind of things. But Tim isn't sure he can't keep up the pretense of only friendly feelings towards Kon. So things start to come out... That's basically it.

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Tim found himself hating Kon just a little bit when the Kryptonian finally pulled completely away and didn’t seem even nearly as out of breath as he was. Sweat made Tim’s face damp and he willed his arm not to swipe at his forehead, chest still heaving.

Kon grinned at him—teeth blindingly white and lips still swollen—as he began to reach for his costume pieces.

“I think I have a new favorite room here,” he said with a wink.

Tim pushed down the emotions—and arousal—that evoked and rolled his eyes.

“If every place we did anything like this in ended up as your favorite room, half the Tower would be your favorite.”

Kon raised and wagged his eyebrows.

“Exactly.”

Tim scoffed and turned around, searching for the discarded pieces of his uniform. In the midst of their little…tryst, the oddest things ended up in the oddest places. His boots were in opposite corners and his cape was stuck over the door handle.

“One of these days someone is going to need something in one of these closets and they’re going to find way more than they expected.”

Kon snorted.

“So what? Good for them.”

Tim tensed for a split second before going back to getting dressed. Their friends with benefits arrangement was mutually beneficial. Kon got out his insane amounts of pent-up sexual tension, Tim got stress relief and the added bonus of close proximity to his current crush/best friend. If he could even still call it a crush after the past few years.

Maybe it was the Bat-training, maybe it was his attempt at keeping feelings out of the whole thing, whatever the reason, Tim was finished getting dressed even as Kon was still looking for his top. Tim allowed himself to watch as his friend floated up to the top of a cabinet. His butt looked good at this angle. Tim felt his cheeks flush and turned around, crossing his arms. Robin tradition or not, he mused bitterly on the stories he had heard from Dick, messing around in random rooms in Titans Tower does not seem smart or safe.

“That was dumb,” he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes.

“What was?” Came Kon’s voice most definitely too loud and too close.

Tim whirled and glared at his…friend.

“This,” he gestured at them both, at the room. “This whole thing was and every time we have done it and probably every time we will do it. It’s a dumb thing with dumb perks.”

Kon furrowed his brows, blue eyes glinting.

“What’s dumb about it?”

Tim scoffed.

“Everything. It’s firstly unsanitary,” Kon outright laughed. Tim pursed his lips. “Secondly, it could end causing problems between teammates.”

Kon tilted his head.

“How so? Unless you don’t like my skills,” here the half-Kryptonian wiggled his hips, “I don’t see any reason to stop.”

Tim felt his heart jump and his blood roil. Ignoring the fact that Kon could hear all the ways his body was betraying him if he was even bothering to pay attention, Tim continued. He turned around again, crossing his arms.

“Say you and Cassie get back together, or you meet someone else. It just would be problematic!”

Kon shrugged and pulled his shirt on. He went to tuck it in as Tim spoke again.

“That was dumb.”

“I know. I heard you the first three times.”

“Crazy dumb. Crazy, stupid sticking fingers into light sockets kind of dumb.”

Tim glared at the wall, not saying anything else. Before he knew what was happening, Kon was pinning him against the wall just as he had been before, only this time both his hands were above his head and Kon wasn’t touching him anywhere else.

“What’s so dumb about this, Tim?” He asked in a low, sultry voice. It wasn’t exactly the same as his sex voice, a little more serious and less out-of-breath, but still far from his hero's voice.

“Is there something that bothers you about this Tim, or is it something about me?”

Tim swallowed, his throat suddenly extremely dry. Even though they had just spent quite a bit of time in there, certain parts of his body were telling him they were more than willing and ready to go another round, maybe even two, with Kon.

“This isn’t a personal commentary on either of us, Superboy.”

Kon leaned in closer to Tim but still didn’t touch him anywhere else. The familiar tingling of his TTK wound its way up from his ankles to rest low on his hips, pushing him further into the wall. He attempted to swallow again.

“Isn’t it though? You don’t have any problems with Bart and Jaime, or Steph and Cass.”

Tim tensed and a good portion of his arousal went away.

“Because they’re all in a public, committed relationship. Any of the potential fall-outs are at least partially anticipated.”

Kon pulled back some.

“Really, Tim? You’re going to go full-on Bats on me like this?”

Tim resented the fact that even Kon called him out on his more Bruce-like qualities—it wasn’t like Jason and Dick weren’t enough. He grit his teeth and tried to pull his wrists free from Kon’s hands. The clone didn’t fight him but didn’t let him just slip away, either.

“This has nothing to do with being a Bat, and even if it did that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.”

Kon floated back some, giving Tim some more space without really freeing him.

“No, you’re right,” Kon put a hand through his hair, “this has nothing to with being a Bat. This has everything to do with you and your repressed emotions. It might make you fit in with the rest of your crime-fighting clan but you didn’t inherit it from them.”

Tim contemplated slapping Kon right then and there. The only thing that stopped him was knowing that being the one to initiate physical contact would mean Kon had won in some sick twisted way.

“I’m no detective but I think there’s something else that makes you see this as dumb,” Kon said softly, almost gently.

Tim flinched and closed his eyes. He was by far not prepared for this change in tone. Fighting, he could do—it’s all he and Kon had ever done before they became friends. But emotions, pity? Hell no.

The silence in the closet was deafening, and if his heartbeat was even half as loud to Kon as it was to him he knew there was no point in hiding. They stood there for what felt like hours before he opened his eyes. Behind his mask, he felt a sense of anonymity rarely afforded to Timothy Drake-Wayne. But in front of Kon? Kon-el, Conner Kent, the clone of Superman himself and containing Lex Luthor’s DNA, was not stupid. Even if he liked to be underestimated as such. He knew it was a lost cause that he was going to have to either come up with a really good lie (even by his standards) or tell the truth, as heart-wrenching as it would end up being.

Tim was just about to open his mouth and say—he didn’t know what, but something—when their communicators went off.

“All Titans, come in. We’re needed ASAP!”

Kon pulled all the way back this time and sighed.

“We’ll finish this conversation later.”

Tim didn’t follow Kon out immediately, instead letting his head fall back against the wall.

If I have any say in the matter we won’t.

Tim had almost forgotten about the uncomfortable conversation that happened after his and Kon’s most recent…meeting. Almost. And God did he hate that he couldn’t bring himself to just calling it what it was—sex, unattached and as platonic as it can get sex. Fucking, banging if he wanted to be crude, but it wasn’t much more. No making love for Tim Drake. No, he is much too busy and sleep deprived as it is, let alone emotionally repressed as others had so kindly put it.

He would have completely forgotten about the fact that his best friend (are they even still best friends at this point? What were they supposed to be?) still wanted to talk if it wasn’t for said friend. Tim had hit the showers—finally—after their quick mission. A gangbanger that had gotten too big for his britches decided to dabble in Venom and wrecked a few city blocks by the time they were able to stop him.

While he pulled on some civvies, Tim winced. It was far from the worst battle he had ever been in (hello Ra’s al Ghul, Damian) but bruised ribs were bruised ribs. A knock on his door had him tensing. His schedule did not allow him to spend much more time at Titans Tower. After all, he had business back in Gotham of both the suit-and-tie kind and the crime-fighting kind.

“Come in,” he called out. Whichever Titan it was hopefully wouldn’t take up too much of his time.

He heard his door open but knew immediately it wasn’t Bart or Cassie; both of them would have instantly been chattering about something or other. Tim knew in his gut it was Kon before he turned around.

“Do you need something?” He asked, voice cold in a manner he didn’t frequently use on friends and family, just barely keeping himself from crossing his arms.

Kon made sure the door was shut before walking over to Tim’s desk and sitting in his seat. The clone leaned back a tad, just enough that his t-shirt rode up his jeans some. Tim was suddenly very grateful for Kon’s fashion taste and the fact the high-waisted jeans covered skin that otherwise would have been visible and very distracting.

“Yeah, I do, but not right now. This is more of a…a prelude to talking about what you and I need.”

Tim made the split-second decision to not sit down but did finally give in and cross his arms.

“Fine. I don’t have much time so spit it out.”

He hoped that the minute shaking he could feel wasn’t noticeable, but who was Tim kidding? Even with half of Superman’s genes, this was still a superpowered Kryptonian. He leaned against his dresser, the distance exactly enough to not be awkwardly far away but not so close as to make the conversation too intimate, too personal.

Kon eyed Tim. It wasn’t a sensual checking out or aggressive sizing up, just a drawn out and unsubtle observation. Tim began to fidget, a tell and a nervous habit Dick and Bruce had yet to fully train out of him.

“Well?” He finally prompted, undeniably impatient.

Kon leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and hands clasped together.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you brought up earlier, man, and I want you to know that I wasn’t just being a jerk for no reason.”

Tim snorted.

“Like you’ve ever needed a reason to be a jerk.” Kon snapped his head up and glared at Tim.

Tim raised his hands in surrender, genuinely regretting the words.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. Continue.”

Kon pursed his lips for a beat before doing just that.

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I still stand by what I said earlier even if some of the…personal digs weren’t relevant. It’s a Bats thing to stay emotionally unattached and I’m not like that. I hate it, I actually really hate it. So even though we’ve got this friends-with-benefits thing going on you’re still one of my closest friends. Besides,” he leaned back again, grinning now, a glint in his eyes and the beginnings of a smirk around his mouth, “it’s not liked we don’t keep each other happy.”

Tim swallowed. His heart was racing but he also felt kind of faint. Instinctively the oblivious side of him wondered if he had maybe been poisoned but he knew instantly that that wasn’t the case.

“So you’re saying that you want to keep this up, nothing changing, even though I think it’s dumb?”

Kon groaned and closed his eyes, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I don’t know man. Ideally, there’d be more than just amazing sex in random rooms but since that’s all you’re gonna give that’s all I’m gonna take.”

“Fine b—wait, wait what?” Tim’s voice squeaked in a way it hadn’t in a few years. Kon’s eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks flushed slightly.

“Do you like me?”

Kon looked miffed at having been interrupted but shrugged.

“Yeah, man, I guess. We are friends after all.” Tim stood up and shook his head.

“No, no, you don’t understand. Do you like like-like me? Like, physically and emotionally attracted to me? As in don’t want to just fuck?”

Kon rolled his eyes.

“Well duh. Why do you think I broke it off with Cassie? I straight up seduced you dude, I just realized pretty quickly you weren’t into me on the same level. It’s cool though.”

“Why did you think I’m not into you? I thought it was obvious and you were just humoring me while getting all the benefits.”

Kon raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak but froze. He dropped his head back and started laughing.

“What’s so funny about this?” Tim said, speaking louder so that he could be heard over Kon’s laughter. Emotions were racing through him like a heard of horses but the most prominent one had rapidly become confusion.

“It’s, it’s just that this whole time I, I tho-thought,” Kon wheezed, “thought that you. I don’t know, I just didn’t think you were interested that way.”

Tim felt his jaw metaphorically drop.

“Are you kidding me? We could have been dating this whole time?”

Tim ran his fingers through his hair and gripped it, pacing. Kon stood up and smiled. He walked up to Tim who had begun muttering at light speed, and gently stopped him, holding his shoulders.

“Tim, hey, Rob,” he said softly.

Tim looked up at him and sighed. He bit his bottom lip, and Kon’s eyes flashed down toward his lips.

“Let’s let go of this whole mess and just start over, okay?”

Tim nodded vigorously. Kon grinned and leaned in, kissing him softly. When he pulled back, Tim seemed to be a little in shock.

“So, Robin, Tim Drake-Wayne, would you like to go on a date with me tonight?”

Tim pulled back a little and stared Kon down.

“As much as I want to say yes, I’m way too busy tonight. How about tomorrow? I can make time for a few hours if you can.”

Kon grinned and kissed Tim again, lingering this time.

“I can always make time for you, babe.”

“Babe?”

“Well, yeah, if we’re boyfriends then I reserve the right to call you babe.”

Tim couldn’t deny that he wasn’t getting flustered and flustered quickly.

“Alright, Kon,” Tim grinned, “it’s a date.”

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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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Headcanon that when Damian starts finally referring to each of his siblings by their first names, it goes something like this:

Damian started calling Cass “Cassandra” after someone gave him the full scoop on David Cain, and he refused to further acknowledge that degenerate with any connection to his sister. If nothing else, Cassandra was a deadly fighter and a force to be reckoned with, and giving the likes of David Cain credit for her mastery of the martial arts would be a disrespect to said arts themselves, and Damian will not stand for that.

After all, Cassandra was one of the only adversaries capable of defeating Damian himself (and might always be such), and any association with the biological father who first taught her risked even the implication of that monster being similarly capable of withstanding Damian’s fury, should they ever meet, and should Damian feel compelled to seek justice on behalf of one of his victims.

As well, he’d heard it said that all of David Cain’s efforts in regards to his daughter were made in the name of ensuring his own legacy. And Damian knew a thing or two about over-ambitious, obsessive tyrants who would seek to build their own immortal legacy at the expense of others’ souls, and he had no use for such.

He did not turn his back on his grandfather’s intentions and his own intended throne, simply to cater to another madman’s delusions of grandeur, or his attempt to lay a claim to Cassandra’s life merely by staking a claim upon her with his name. No, whatever else Cassandra might come to be remembered for, it would not be her connection to that reprobate, if Damian had anything to say about it.

But then, too, just calling her Wayne instead would sound absurd, since that is of course his own last name as well. And no, that does not mean he considered it at first and thus was even now, already admitting to being....ugh....familial with her ....as being family was about the most mortifying ordeal Damian could contemplate submitting to.

(Look, it gets glossed over far too often that for most of his life, Damian’s circle of family largely consisted of his mother and a ruthless, megalomaniac immortal supervillain occupying the role that for most families, would be occupied by a “Grand-poppy.” When most people are two, said Grand-poppies are happy to settle for whatever mish-mash of syllables they can mash together. When Damian was two, he got “No. ‘The Demon’s Head.’ Try again.” The kid’s anti-family stance is fairly well-earned when he first arrives, is all I’m saying. Its not necessarily spoiled brat syndrome as opposed to “I’ve yet to hear a convincing argument for why ‘family’ is at all a good or desirable thing” syndrome.)

Damian started calling Dick “Richard” when he grudgingly realized oh no, I respect him, with the consequence of that being that he had to find some distinct form of address for him at that point, otherwise Dick would by default be lumped in with all those he didn’t respect, aka 99.9% of the rest of humanity, and what’s the point of respect without acknowledgment?

He finally started calling him “Dick” when he eventually realized that Richard was in its own way still a form of disrespect, by insisting there was a more proper form of address for his brother other than what his brother asked to be called. His own private feelings on the matter of Dick’s name were rendered irrelevant by the blinding grin Dick gave in return the first time Damian called him such - it was after all, a name Dick insisted on only as an honorarium to his own parents. Thus, it later occurred to Damian, a refusal to consider it to be so, or otherwise ‘beneath’ someone’s use, was to some degree or another likely just a back-handed insult to his parents, in Dick’s own eyes.

Damian started calling Drake “Timothy” when he considered the way some parents of his classmates used ‘full-naming’ their child as a form of threat or warning, and it occurred to him that he could pack far more disdain into a drawled “Timothy” than even he could manage to put into “Drake.” As an added bonus, his Father was so pleased to hear him finally begin addressing his most reviled brother by his first name, as it was an honor he still only reserved for family thus far - that he also completely failed to pick up on the threats and/or insults Damian had oh so carefully also layered into and around his first several uses of Timothy for his brother.

Damian finally started calling him “Tim” when he was backed into a corner that compelled some acknowledgement of exceptional skill or expertise no one else had managed to muster, and because Damian was not in the habit of backstepping on any of his choices or decisions. Thus when such a day came to pass, and he’d already ‘used up’ the only other progression available for acknowledging Tim as having moved forward in his regard, he was left without options: the only way to acknowledge that Tim was now a worthier individual in his eyes, distinct on his merits and not just as a member of his family, was to call him “Tim.”

Only belatedly did it occur to Damian that no matter his intentions when shifting from calling his brother Drake to calling him Timothy, in doing so he had inadvertently moved him into the category reserved exclusively for family, regardless of the fact that he’d been nowhere near ready at that point to admit to such in any other way.

In fact, it may very well have been his constant utterances of “Timothy,” a name he had once delighted in using at every possible opportunity, gloating as he sneaked his contempt for the brother in question right under his Father’s very nose....well, it only occurs to Damian much later on, that his frequent addresses in a form he only associated with family, may have actually done the very work of associating Tim with ‘family’ in his mind, to such a degree that even he was no longer capable of denying it.

Which, in light of that, makes it entirely possible, and even likely, that their Father had not missed his intended purpose in using “Timothy” at all...but rather had deemed it more strategic to make no mention of that, and play the long game instead.

Sometimes, Father’s intellect was not so much staggering as it was staggeringly obnoxious.

Damian finally started calling his second oldest brother “Jason,” not long after the whole ‘Timothy’ fiasco got underway. His logic had seemed similarly sound at the time - after all, by virtue of Jason remaining the only member of the family not being addressed by his first name, there ran the risk of singling him out as significant from his other siblings in some way, and thus implying that Damian held him in more esteem than he did the others, even Dick or Cassandra. Which was pointedly absurd, of course, but people insisted on believing absurd things all the time. Thus it only seemed prudent that he stave that assumption off and in doing so, spare himself a great deal of time and aggravation likely to otherwise be spent explaining himself.

Moreover, he happened to note on more than one occasion that both Father and Dick’s eyes were overtaken with a curiously lost or distant expression, when Damian tended to refer to “Todd” as such in their presence - Pennyworth’s as well, for that matter. It was his understanding that even before his second oldest brother’s untimely demise, he was not in the habit of referring to himself or being addressed as Jason Wayne. Still, his name was written down as Jason Todd-Wayne on all official documentation, and was even what adorned the gravestone that remained in place, for the sake of an otherwise unknowing public.

After giving the matter some thought, Damian concluded that given what had transpired, and given the dynamics often at play in their family in the here and now, there was a degree to which it might at times feel like all of that was a thing of the past, or another life entirely. After all, he wasn’t given to undoing his choices himself, nor were any of his family, but there were few ways to regard a shift from his brother being Todd-Wayne in all iterations of his name, to being just Todd....as anything but an unwriting of that name, a kind of erasure of the history of Jason Todd-Wayne and his presence as such in this house and their lives. As if none of that had ever happened, or left no witnesses to say otherwise.

And given that their family and close circle of allies tended to be the only ones aware of Jason’s true name and thus likely to refer to him as Todd in any context at all....Damian’s own tendency to address him as such were probably the most frequent and stark reminder that for all that he remained family in all but name, there was a time when that was true even in name as well. Damian tended to believe that Father would be more than gratified to see Jason claim that name a second time, or reclaim it as it were, and he hardly doubted Dick would be far behind him in joy. He suspected though that Jason assumed otherwise, and was too proud to ever ask for what he likely believed Father never would offer again. There were many assumptions in play in all of that which Damian did not believe to be remotely correct himself, but he lacked confidence that he was the right person to cast those assumptions in doubt. And as a general rule, he didn’t do things he lacked confidence towards. It set a precedent he didn’t entirely care for.

So he let it be, for the most part, knowing as Cassandra and Tim likely did as well, that those older members of their family would always be players in a kind of private tragedy none of the rest of them had roles to play in. Any great third-act revivals or changes of fate would, of necessity, take place upon the stage all of that was set upon, not come from the seats they bore audience from.

And so Damian deigned to address his remaining brother as “Jason,” rather than “Todd.” And all things considered....that, too, was not so bad.

Of course, in due time he came to refer to Duke by his first name, even though they were not, strictly speaking, “family” in all the same senses as he and his other siblings. Nor were they assuredly likely to be, given that the older boy considered his parents to be all the family he needed or wanted by that name. Still, he lived with Damian’s family, he fought with Damian’s family, it seemed silly and illogical to address him as Damian addressed those who were not his family, since none of the latter sort spent nearly as much time around he and his family as Duke did. And he did not dislike the other boy, certainly not enough to want him to feel ostracized or unwelcome by singling him out in such a way as that, so there was no good reason to insist upon calling him “Thomas” instead, Damian figured.

And if he maintained steadfast in addressing Oracle as “Gordon,” well, as he saw it, if she cared to be addressed as otherwise, or as part of his family, then she could easily enough make all that happen - considering the spell his oldest brother remained eternally enmeshed in. So as far as Damian was concerned, any time she were to go ahead and simply marry the sap, he would be perfectly willing to revisit the matter of her name, and address her by a different one of her choosing. Until such a point however, Gordon she was and Gordon she would remain.

All of which left Brown. Who was most emphatically not his sister, nor would she ever be, if Damian had anything to say about it - up to and past the point of directing less loathsome prospects towards Tim to perhaps consider romancing in the future instead. Nor did she live with them, or appear on such a daily a basis as Duke, and thus warrant a similar manner of address and for the same reasons as Duke. Nor did he actually like her, as he did Duke, and thus care to address her by her name as he did with Duke. Nor did he actually like Duke, or anyone really, that wasn’t his point, not that he disliked Duke, per se....

Regardless.

For all of those reasons and more, Batgirl was a plague upon his House and a scourge from which he seemed always destined to endure. As was just proven, to even think of her was to invite chaos into one’s thoughts much in the way not turning her away at the threshold was to invite chaos into one’s life, She was, however, grudgingly tenacious if nothing else, and as many varied and sundried attempts to pry her from this mortal coil had not born fruit despite all logic to the contrary, Damian was not certain that even his own attempts to pry her from his family’s lives were worth the time and expenditure of his efforts and resources.

Not that he couldn’t do it, mind you. It just seemed more trouble than it was worth.

So with all of that in mind, and forced to acknowledge (as she kept count) the distressingly high number of times she’d aided him in....surviving some mishap where he was not at his best-equipped to do so, shall we say....it fell upon him to decide upon something else to address her as. Something that would neatly avoid all the pitfalls inherent on using her first name, as he did with family, or the pitfalls likely to come from using her last name, and thus giving credence to her claims of him being -ugh, what was it she’d called him yesterday? Oh yes. "An ungrateful little garden gnome with years of pent-up road rage and yet still several years to go before he can reach the pedals that make things go vroom vroom.”

Abominable woman.

But regardless, his plight was what it was, and thus Damian had no choice but to come up with some clever workaround. And so it was that he finally happened upon “Eggplant.” Which was a patently ridiculous color, in his opinion, as befit her patently ridiculous fondness for it and insistence on it being referred to it by that name and no other. Moreover, it was a clever play upon the fact that her actual surname was the name of a color, without actually being a way to refer to her by merely her surname, and having some distinction from that.

Also, just last week he’d made some idle comment about Kent in passing, and she’d said “Well if you like him so much, why don’t you just marry him” and then laughed in that way she had when she found herself utterly hilarious, and small creatures found a reason to flee violently with all possible haste.

And so, with that in mind, he determined that he would call her Eggplant. And at some point in the future, while boring him and his siblings to death with pointless narration as she scrolled through the Instagram feed of some crush of hers that she’d picked as her latest obsession, and with Damian’s siblings all being too polite and brainwashed or possibly blackmailed by her to object and so just allowing her to prattle on endlessly without reprieve....Damian would then interrupt and feign surprise to hear of this new romantic interest of hers. And then when she asked what that was supposed to mean, he would deliver his coup de grace:

“Isn’t it obvious? You like eggplant so much you might as well marry it, which I assumed you had, and thus Eggplant was now your surname. You mean to tell me its not?”

Yes, Damian was confident. Eggplant would do perfectly.

....it did not, in fact, do perfectly. In actuality, the first time he addressed her as such, she squealed, seized him bodily in a completely unwelcome hug, and hoisted him off his feet while shrieking:

“Omg, omg, you gave me a nickname? That’s sooooo adorable! Is this your first actual nickname that you’ve given out? Omgggggg, I can’t even, I’m so honored Lil’ D! Okay, everybody has to use Dami’s nickname for me from now on, otherwise you’ll make him feel bad, and this Eggplant kicks the butts of anybody who makes the baby Dami cry! Eggplant! Is that just the cutest or what!? And it even pays homage to my favorite color too, omg its perfect!”

Names, Damian ultimately concludes, were a mistake. None of them are worth any of this time and effort, and henceforth, anyone should feel lucky if he deigns to address them as anything directly at all.

Hmph.

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codenamed-queenie · 5 years

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Batman Movie Idea

I’ve been thinking a lot about the Matt Reeves movie, and how we might actually finally get a Robin on the big screen (I don’t know Batman and Robin(1997), who’s she?).

At first, I was thinking it would be amazing to get Tim Drake. I think we can all agree that he’s the least represented of the Batbros in the media, and seeing him debut in the DCEU along Battinson would be epic, to say the least.

But then I got to thinking--you know who we see even less of? You know who’s got just as much (if not more) quipping power as Dick Grayson? And a dubious, unprivileged past like Jason Todd? And the desperate need to prove themselves like Damian Wayne? That’s right, ladies and gentleman, I’m talking about--

--Stephanie Brown.

In the comics, Batman is just as reluctant to have a female Robin at his side as I’m sure a lot of rabid fanboys are to see one up on screen. (And that’s reason enough, honestly, but I’m not done)

But can you imagine? A Stephanie Brown origin story that doesn’t revolve around Tim Drake?

Picture this:

The movie opens with Batman going about his business--crushing it in the board room by day, and kicking butt by night. He’s tired, and lonely, and thinking about his other partner(s), who left. (Setting up that Nightwing movie people keep talking about, and possibly allowing for Jason and/or Tim to come in)

Alfred can tell Bruce is struggling, and continues to hound him about maybe possibly considering dating around? Maybe getting a dog? Just so that he’s not so alone. Bruce shrugs off all of these with the ‘No, I’m Batman, I’ll work and live and die alone, justice not happiness’ schpeel we all know and recognize.

But then one night, he’s out on patrol. And he comes across another person fighting crime in a cape:

Spoiler.

She’s in a laughably cheap homemade costume, and is basically just a tiny little five-foot-nothing child. A kid who saw superheroes on the news and decided ‘hey, looks like I’ve found my calling in life’. But even so, she’s...doing a decent job? She seems to know what she’s doing, but Batman swoops in and tells her to beat it.

And Stephanie, our stubborn Stephanie, says ‘screw that’ and stealthily follows him home.

Bruce goes about his everyday business, crushing it in the board room and handling CEOmanship like a Boss. But when he comes home, Alfred is missing and the secret door to his cave is hanging wide open.

So he makes his way down, and stops short to see Stephanie Brown with her feet on his desktop, eating a plain Eggo waffle and watching anime on the computer’s giant monitors. She wheels around slowly, like a supervillain reveal but with more waffles and less ‘actual threat’.

Alfred is tied up nearby and is giving Bruce a Look.

And Stephanie’s all, ‘Hey, Bats, I followed you to your secret lair. Toldja I knew what I was doing. Anyway, I raided your fridge, but I caught this intruder for you, so I guess we’re even?’

Bruce meanwhile is doing his Best not to have an aneurysm.

He tries to convince her to hang up her cape, but after a lengthy argument and a lot of shouting down, Steph manages to wrangle a deal out of Bruce. Three weeks. If she can prove to him that she’s strong enough to fight on her own in three weeks, he’ll let her do the Spoiler thing without interference.

Bruce has his own conditions, though. He has to keep an eye on her and make sure she’s keeping to their agreement. So she’ll do it wearing the Robin uniform, or not at all.

He and Alfred head upstairs, and Steph stews in her chair, proving that its totally possible to eat a waffle ‘angrily’.

The first night on patrol doesn’t go as planned. Steph’s in Dick’s old uniform, and it doesn’t fit. She’s trying her hardest, but it seems like Bruce is out to let her fail. (Not because he’s malicious, but because he wants her to understand just how dangerous this life is, and he doesn’t want her to choose it.) They return at the end of the night battered and exhausted. Steph flops down and Bruce asks her ‘Are you sure you want to go through with this? I won’t blame you if you don’t’ for the millionth time. Steph tells him to eff off.

As soon as he does just that, she takes off, still wearing the Robin suit. She climbs to the top of a building and looks out at the city. Then bursts into tears.

Unbeknownst to her, someone else just stopped into Gotham to see some old friends and brush up with their old mentor to get his help on a tricky case. Someone who happened to be swinging around nearby.

Enter, Nightwing, stage left.

He demands to know why there’s someone else wearing the uniform--and his uniform, to boot. At first, he’s confrontational and defensive, remembering what happened to Jason or/and Tim.

But then Steph explains that the Robin schtick is just so she can be Spoiler. All she wants is to stop people like her dad. Do some good.

And about five minutes into the argument, Dick melts.

He goes into full-on Big Brother mode. Trains her behind Bruce’s back (cue epic training montages with acrobatic flips and so forth) and offers to get her a better costume, and be her real mentor.

(The latter offer is one that Steph declines. She can handle the vigilante thing just fine on her own, thank you very much.)

Still, Steph spends her days with Dick--learning and hanging out, and doing the whole Sibling Thing (bonus points if Babs or Tim, or especially Cass make cameos) and spends her nights with Bruce. Who, though not for lack of trying, continuously fails to throw Steph off her game.

(Keep in mind that all of this is going on between the lines of the actual story--which of course has to be Bats looking into his own case. This is the Batman movie, after all, not a Robin movie. Sadly.)

But then Bruce cracks his case, and lands right into a trap set by the Main Baddie (tbd, but wouldn’t it be great if we got Cluemaster as a side-villain?), leaving it up to Robin and Nightwing to come to his rescue. (Bonus points if those aforementioned cameos suit up and join in).

After the boss fight ends and the dust settles, Batman nods and says something along the lines of “So Nightwing’s been training you. No wonder you improved so much.”

And Dick just shakes his head. “Are you kidding me? I barely had to do anything. We mostly hung out and talked. She’s a great sparring partner, though, B. You should give her more credit.”

Everyone turns on Steph. “Then how do you know what you’re doing?”

And she’s all “You’re kidding, right? My dad’s the Cluemaster. I’ve been training for this since I was seven years old.”

“Ohhhh. So your dad taught you to fight.”

“My dad didn’t teach me anything, guys. I saw what he was doing, and I saw the people who were getting hurt, and I decided to do something about it. Took a little inspiration from the flying Bat I saw outside my window at night, and made my own moniker.”

Dick laughs. “Looks like you’re a role model, B.”

“Nah, not him.’ Stephanie smirks. “I’m talking about Batgirl.”

So in the end, Bruce lets Steph keep Spoiler, and gives her a new-and-improved suit as an apology. The Robin mantle sits empty, but everybody agrees that its for the best. Maybe someday, it’ll be used again, but for now, there’s enough capes in Gotham.

For now, they’ve got a city to run.

(cue end credit scene)

A little boy in a lavish room is watching TV on a luxurious bed. He’s transfixed by the image of Batman and Robin fighting side by side on the news.

The screen turns off, and his mother stands in the doorway, remote outstretched. A disapproving frown marks her face.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, habibi?”

The little boy sits up straight and says, “Is it true? He’s found another?”

The woman tsks and strides across the room. Deftly tucking her son into bed, and smoothing the sheets around him, she explains that, no, the girl has chosen not to be Robin. Their plans are still on track, so there isn’t cause for worry.

The boy nestles into the pillow, but looks up at the ceiling. “Do you think he will recognize me? When the time comes?”

The woman, Talia Al Ghul, leans in and presses a gentle kiss to her son’s forehead. “Oh, habibi,” she whispers.

“A father always knows his son.”

The camera pans up, following the boy’s gaze to the ceiling, where mosaics of bat-winged creatures fly in circles.

#batfam #dc #dceu #batman movie #battinson #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #spoiler #robin #this is just me spitballing #i know it won't happen #and i know a lot of it isn't even plausible #this is just me playing around with a few ideas #thanks for your time #sorry its so long

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8. “Umm, your clothes are moving.” Maybe Damian to Tim, take your time

There is something off about Drake and Damian isn’t entirely sure what it is. He tries not to pay attention to his older brother because why would he want to waste the brain cell needed for that? But as he sits beside him in the back of the Rolls Royce on the way home from a gala event downtown, he can’t help but notice.

Drake shifts again in his seat, an arm curled over his stomach. The patrol reports haven’t said anything about an injury there, but this is Drake and the moron is apt to disregard or downplay his own physical grievances.

“Will you sit still?” he finally snaps.

“Am I bothering you?” Drake replies in that annoyingly superior tone he tends to take when entering lecture mode. “You have the entire other side of the car to sit in.”

Damian growls and glares. “Then why don’t you move?”

“You weren’t bothering me until you opened your mouth.”

His retort is on the tip of his tongue when he spots it. A small movement under Drake’s suit jacket. It happens again a moment later and the arm curled up underneath it adjusts accordingly.

“Umm, your clothes are moving,” Damian says, knowing he’s pointing out the obvious and hating it.

Drake sighs and opens his jacket. Peeking out of his tailored vest is a small black cat with a white patch of fur over its nose. “I found her…him…it… in a puddle when I stepped outside for some air. I poked around the alley, but didn’t find the mom.”

Damian cautiously reaches out and holds his fingers steady just in front of the kitten’s nose so that it can scent him. “It probably has fleas.”

“Probably,” Drake agrees. “But this isn’t the first stray I’ve rescued and I have flea shampoo at home.”

Not the first…? Damian carefully strokes the top of the kitten’s head with a finger. It’s so small. “This one may not even be weaned yet.”

“I have kitten formula too.” Drake shifts again and another small head pops out, this one fuzzy and gray.

Damian’s breath catches. Two kittens. Drake is going home with two kittens. “Have you ever taken care of more than one at the same time before?”

A small smile appears briefly on Drake’s face before it disappears. “Yes, but it’s a handful. Perhaps you’d like to help me?”

“Of course I will. You can’t be trusted to care for yourself, let alone another living creature.” Damian holds out his hand to the other kitten to sniff before settling back into the car seat. “Pennyworth, I shall be accompanying Drake tonight. Please inform Father that I will be late in returning home.”

He completely misses the amused glances shared between Drake and Pennyworth through the rearview mirror, lost in his plans on how to convince his father that Drake’s apartment is completely unsuitable to rearing healthy kittens. The manor is a much better environment and the fact that he’ll be there to monitor their progress, well, that’s just a bonus.

#chibinightowl writes #Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #kittens

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occultbat · 4 years

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BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN is here! HE has found themselves wandering about new gotham attempting to find their place in this challenging world. they were once a HERO who used to be associated with THE JUSTICE LEAGUE/BATFAM/SOLO. hope they make it in this world.

the basics;

NAME: BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE

ALIAS(ES): BATMAN

AGE: FIFTY (50)

BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC: MAY 27th, GEMINI

MBTI: INTJ

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: HE/HIM

FACECLAIM: BEN AFFLECK

a deeper look;

FAMILY: THOMAS WAYNE ( FATHER, DECEASED ), MARTHA WAYNE ( MOTHER, DECEASED ), ALFRED PENNYWORTH ( SURROGATE FATHER / FAMILY BUTLER ), DICK GRAYSON ( ADOPTED SON ), JASON TODD ( ADOPTED SON ), TIM DRAKE ( ADOPTED SON ), DAMIAN WAYNE ( SON ), CASSANDRA CAIN ( ADOPTED DAUGHTER ), KATE KANE ( COUSIN )

AFFILIATION: JUSTICE LEAGUE, BATFAMILY, GCPD, SOLO ( and a lot more, lbr )

THREE FAVORITE THINGS: TEA MADE BY ALFRED, HIS FAMILY, RIGHTING THE WRONGS DONE TO THOSE WHO DON’T DESERVE IT.

THREE HATED THINGS: INJUSTICE, CHILDREN BEING HARMED/TARGETED, PHONE CONVERSATIONS ** bonus: SOCIAL SITUATIONS

EDUCATION: MASTERS IN BUSINESS AND LINGUISTICS, TRAINED ALL OVER THE WORLD IN FIGHTING SKILLS, WORLDLY EDUCATION

SKILLS: MULTILINGUAL, QUICK ON HIS FEET, WITTY, ABLE TO LIE SMOOTHLY, KEEN DETECTIVE SKILLS, ( see more under ‘abilities’ )

WEAPONS: BATSUIT, UTILITY BELT ( Batman keeps most of his personal field equipment in a signature piece of apparel, a yellow utility belt. The utility belt has a button to call the Batmobile, and a command for teleportation. Over the years it has contained items such as plastic explosives, nerve toxins, batarangs, smoke bombs, a fingerprint kit, a cutting tool, a grappling hook gun, torches, and a “re-breather” breathing device. Superman entrusted Batman with a ring made of kryptonite, to be used should the Man of Steel ever need to be reined in (due to being mind-controlled by a villain, etc.). The kryptonite ring is contained in a lead pocket, in order to shield Batman from its radiations. The belt also has its own automatic security systems. ) , BATBOAT, BATCYCLE, BATMOBILE, BATPLANE, BATWING

ABILITIES: ACROBATICS, ARCHERY, AVIATION, BUSINESS MANAGEMENT, DISGUISE, COMPUTER HACKING, DRIVING, EQUESTRIANISM, FIREARMS, GADGETRY, GENIUS-LEVEL INTELLECT, INDOMITABLE WILL, INTERROGATION, INTIMIDATION, INVESTIGATION, LOCK PICKING, MARTIAL ARTS, BOXING, MULTILINGUALISM, PEAK HUMAN CONDITION, PRESTIDIGITATION, STEALTH, SWIMMING, SEAMANSHIP, TACTICAL ANALYSIS, THROWING, TRACKING, WEAPONRY, STICK FIGHTING, SWORDSMANSHIP. ( none are of the super powered variety but lbr he’s powerful in his own way )

the questionnaire;

WHAT IS SOMETHING YOUR CHARACTER LIKES ABOUT NEW GOTHAM? SOMETHING THEY DISLIKE? DO THEY MISS THE WAY THINGS WERE - OR DO THE LIKE HOW THE WORLD IS NOW? he likes the familiarity of the places and things that carried over from gotham, finds new york isn’t so different but he had to adjust a little before he could really do anything about it. he doesn’t like that so many people are trapped within one area and could practically see the issues arising every second. bruce absolutely misses the way things were; he’s a creature of habit and now he’s going to have to protect new people while continuing to protect those he’s already familiar with.

WHERE WAS YOUR CHARACTER WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED? ARE THEY SUSPICIOUS OF EVERYONE OR ARE THEY TRYING TO REMAIN UNDER THE RADAR? HAVE THEY REUNITED WITH THEIR FRIENDS OR ARE THEY LOST? bruce was patrolling gotham city’s streets - keeping a sharp eye on things when everything changed and it seemed like once he blinked, things were different. new buildings that weren’t a part of gotham arose - and further, he couldn’t see anything else beyond the point of ocean, trees, and swamp. it was alarming to him and he immediately tried to make his way back to the manor to find alfred when he realized the manor was missing. now he’s taken up residence in a flat near the clocktower where he can keep an eye on things and to ensure that if barbara needed aid, he’d be there. he’s found a few of his family, but he does severely miss the other’s and will not rest until he finds them.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: since my bruce is a little bit older, i lean into some ‘old man bruce wayne’ stuff, and largely have him work solo - but honestly, i love his dynamic with his kiddos and i’m happy to have him go off patrolling with them as well. he’s also none too keen about this new world, especially since his rogue gallery will now be unleashed with a plethora of other rogue galleries, but hey - he’s open to working with a very select few to keep them all in check.

#synergy:charintro #“ ━━ ◤ it’s not who i am underneath but what i do that defines me ; bruce wayne. ◢

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awhitehead17 · 5 years

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Life Is A Cheesy Rom Com

TimKon, Kisses, Sunsets, Sappy Shit, Fluff

A/N: This was done for 'Idiots In Love' on my Batfam Bingo 2019 card. It's basically just some sappy shit between Tim and Kon which I enjoyed writing very much.

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

“Admit it.”

“No.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m not betraying Gotham like that.”

“Really? How can you deny that this isn’t a better view?”

“Well what can I say, I’m a city boy at heart.”

A huff and a shove was his answer and Tim lets out a laugh at the actions. He grins over at Conner, “Would it help if I said that it’s a very close second?”

Conner gives him a look like he’s debating it. After a couple second he’s pulling a face and shaking his head, “Nope. The damage has been done. That’s it, you’ve hurt my country boy pride, you can’t fix it.”

Tim lets out a laugh as he rolls his eyes, “I’m pretty sure that your Superboy-ego is more than big enough to cover up your wounded country boy pride Kon.”

“I don’t know, the wound is pretty deep, it’ll take a lot to help it heal.”

“Not even super healing?”

“Doubt it.”

“Any ideas on what would help it heal?” Tim raises an eyebrow at him just knowing that there was a catch to this somewhere along the lines.

Kon glances over at him, a smirk making its way across his lips, “There may be one thing that could help heal the wound.”

Tim raises both eyebrows in mock surprise. Feeling playful he decides to indulge Conner and where this could potentially be leading to. “Oh? What’s that then?”

Next to him Conner leans over so their faces were inches apart, he could feel the heat coming off him and could easily see how piercing Conner’s blue eyes really were. If Tim leans forward just a tiny bit he could be pressing their lips together in a nice passionate kiss. Despite how much he wants to he doesn’t however, he restrains himself and waits to see what Kon’s about to do.

“Perhaps a kiss from a little birdie would help heal it quicker.”

“A little birdie? Really?”

Kon nods his head, pretending to be deadly serious, “Oh yeah definitely. You see the little birdie I had in mind is a special kind of bird, one that-”

Tim cuts him off by leaning forward and pressing their lips together. He couldn’t be bothered to wait any longer and it was also to get Kon to shut up. The other teen was rambling too much and Tim lost his patience.

Their lips slide together in easy movements, like it was all muscle memory. Moments later a sweet pressure against his lips gets Tim to open up his mouth which allows Kon’s tongue to enter. He lets out a moan as Kon explores his mouth with his tongue and he presses his body against Kon’s even tighter. Broad hands find their way over his back and start rubbing up and down while Tim’s own hands hook around Conner’s neck and forces his boyfriend impossibly closer.

They kiss until they were breathless and then some more. Tim only pulls away from Conner when he’s moments away from passing out from the lack of oxygen. He pulls his face away, never letting go of Conner’s head as he does so, and takes a deep breath in an attempt to get his breathing back under control.

Opposite him Conner was also trying to get control of his breathing and as Tim looks at him he lets out a breathless laugh. “If you wanted a kiss you should have just said so.” He tells him with a pointed look.

Conner grins at him and the hands on his back give him a squeeze, “Well I was getting there but somebody was a bit impatient.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” Tim comments looking away.

“Course you don’t, that’s totally not the reason why you jump me before proceeding to have a heavy make out session during which you climbed into my lap.”

Tim looks back at him before looking down and sure enough he was sat on Conner’s lap, straddling the other teen’s hips with his knees. “Huh, I didn’t even realise I did that.”

Conner lets out a belly laugh which Tim could easily feel. His laughter was contagious and seconds later Tim could feel himself grinning before he too was laughing.

Once their stomachs were hurting and their cheeks were aching they manage to calm themselves down only with the occasional giggle happening. They stay sat together for a while and just look at one another. Tim takes in the features of Kon’s face, his chiselled jaw line, his cropped black hair, piercing blue eyes, pink and now swollen lips.

It’s easy to say that Kon was handsome, anyone would agree, and while that certainly is a bonus that’s not the reason why Tim dates him. No the reason why he’s dating him is because of what’s inside of him. Conner is a kind, gentle, considerate human being. He puts others before himself, he thinks the world of Ma and Pa Kent and is appreciative of what they’ve done for him, he always makes sure his friends are happy and he always tries to do what he thinks is right.

Of course he didn’t start out like that, when he was younger he was brash, big headed, cocky and self-absorbed but over time he matured (even died) and became this wonderful young man in front of him.

Coming out of his own thoughts he huffs out a laugh after he realises that he’s been staring at Kon for too long. He starts getting off the meta’s lap but was stopped by the grip on his back tightening.

“No, no. What’s so funny?” Kon narrows his eyes at Tim like he’s been offended.

Tim shakes his head, a smile stretching across his lips, “It’s nothing Kon. Seriously it’s nothing. Now let me go.”

“Uh no way, not until you tell me what’s funny. You stared at me really intense for a while then started to laugh, I want to know what it is.”

Rolling his eyes Tim reaches behind him and grabs Kon’s hands off his back, he laces their fingers together and holds them between their bodies. “I was just thinking about how stupidly in love I am with you that’s all. I laughed because it’s just so cheesy, like crappy rom com cheesy.”

Kon shrugs, “Nothing wrong with a little romance in your life dude.”

Tim gives him a look, “I didn’t say that.”

He starts climbing off Kon’s lap and this time his boyfriend lets him go. He settles back down in his original place at Kon’s side on the blanket they had laid out hours ago. He looks away from Kon and over at the scenery in front of them. The sky was plastered in beautiful shades of oranges and red which make up that evening’s sunset, the colours giving their surroundings a golden glow to them and making everything else in the distance all silhouettes.

They were spending a week at the farm together just to get away from the city life for a bit and to spend some quality time together. Earlier that day it had been absolutely beautiful, not a cloud in the sight and not a single breeze of wind so of course the beautiful day turned into a beautiful night and Kon wanted to go out and watch the sunset, of course Tim joined him and that’s how they ended up on a blanket.

“Okay, admittedly it is beautiful.” Tim comments after a few minutes of silence.

Kon grins over at him, “I knew you’d admit it!”

“But,” Tim says exaggerating the word, “Gotham’s sunsets are better. There’s something about seeing the city bathing in an orange glow and seeing all the building turn into silhouettes that just makes it more appealing. At least to me.”

Conner rolls his head on his neck with a deep groan, “Ugh, I can’t believe you. I swear to god that I’m dating a heathen or at least something along those lines.”

Tim laughs, “Nope, you’re simply dating a city boy Kon.”

Kon sighs and picks up Tim’s hand to hold it, “That I am,” he says softly looking at him with love filled eyes.

Tim couldn’t help the blush that appears on his cheeks as they warm up, he smiles back and looks away. He laughs lightly again and comments, “God we’re a couple of loved up idiots aren’t we?” All he could hear in the back of his mind is Steph and Jason yelling at them to go find a room, Dick was there cooing at the sweetness between them and even Damian was there but was tutting in disgust.

“Well there could be worse things in the world to be. You know what, I’ll make the moment even cringier-”

“Please don’t.”

“-and say that I’m happy to be here with you and I wouldn’t change this for the world. I love you Tim Drake and nothing is going to change that.”

Tim blinks at him for a moment. A few beats go by before he’s reaching out to shove Kon, “Oh my god you giant sap, just shut up you dork! The moment was bad enough as it was but that was horrendous!”

Kon chuckles and grabs his hand, “Well it’s true!”

Kon pulls him into another kiss which Tim immediately relaxes into. The meta makes an approving humming sound which Tim couldn’t help but replicate. This kiss wasn’t as heated as the their last one so they broke apart being able to breathe easily though they were both smiling widely and stupidly at each other.

Like Kon had said, Tim wouldn’t change this for the world. He loved being here with Kon on the peaceful grounds of Kent Farm with a beautiful sunset in the background.

He won’t be admitting that out loud anytime soon, the moment was already cheesy enough and Tim didn’t need to add any more fuel to the fire at this stage. So what he was a idiot in love, sue him. He’s happy and that’s all that matters at the end of the day.

#timkon #Tim Drake #Kon-El #fluff #sappy shit #sunset #kisses #batfam bingo 2019 #fanfiction

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gothambatsnews · 5 years

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Podcast 6: Feeling Good During Fall and Winter

[“Spoiler Alert Podcast” theme song plays. There are two feminine voices in the background. The conversation fades, there are three taps on the mic.] [Stephanie:] “Hello Gotham High School and welcome to Spoiler Alert! I’m your host Stephanie Brown, and today, unfortunately, I won’t be joined by my usual co-host Dick Grayson, he’s actually too busy. Buuuut I am joined by the one and only CASSANDRA CAIN! Say hi, Cass”

[Cassandra:] “Hello, Cass.”

[Stephanie:] “Funny. So as you probably know, there’s a veeeery big game coming and our boys are training a lot these days. Thankfully I’m able to use a few minutes here to present you our podcast, but it’s quite wild for the cheerleaders too, as you may assume.”

[Cassandra:] “They’re going to Central City. Playing against the Cougars, next week. Saturday.”

[Stephanie:] “Right. That means for today, it’s a girls only show. I mean, for the hosts. Anyone can benefit the advice in this one, don’t get me wrong.”

[Cassandra:] “Everyone can feel down and suffer from lack of light and warmth in Fall and Winter. Meaning you are welcome to stay, no matter your identity.”

[Stephanie:] “Exactly. As you can suspect it, today’s topic is about Self Love and how to feel better during these dark times. Even if summer’s over, along with its refreshing watermelons, autumn’s got its own little perks. [Cassandra:] “Like Pumpkin Spice Latte.”

[Stephanie:] “Yep. Looking at you, Jason.”

[Cassandra:] “Sound of the rain? When the leaves go crack under our boots? Boots, actually.”

[Stephanie:] “Mmm.. the leaves yes. Boots shopping?”

[Cassandra:] “Just wearing boots, too. Spending time with friends. In the mall? It’s nice and warm.”

[Stephanie:] “Just staying inside where it’s cozy actually.”

[Cassandra:] “With a nice cup of tea?”

[Stephanie:] “Yes, and cocoa if tea isn’t what you like. There’s plenty of good things in Fall and Winter. Not to mention the snow and the unspeakable joy of throwing snowballs straight into people’s faces. But what to do when you’re feeling low nonetheless? Let’s get down to business an-”

[Cassandra:] [In song.] “... To de-feat the Cou-gars?”

[Stephanie:] [Chuckling] “You had to quote Disney, huh? But no, to get into the heart of the matter!”

[Cassandra:] [Sounds like she’s smiling.] “Today we picked four main things that won’t cost too much. Most of us are students and can be hard to follow advice when it’s too expensive.”

[Stephanie:] “Yeah, not everyone is a Wayne, sadly. But the first point may or may not involve getting some supplies, but usually you can manage without buying anything.”

[Cassandra:] “Yes! Art therapy is very popular. Creating is good for our mood. Grab a pen, some pencils, colors, yarn, whatever you have or want, and do something creative. Paint, draw, doodle, just have fun. It doesn’t have to be nice or good looking, you just have to have fun!”

[Stephanie:] “Actually, pretty sure that cooking can be included in that point. Except if your name is Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne or Tim Drake, in which case it’s just living dangerously.”

[Cassandra:] “Calling them out, Steph? They’ll get revenge. You and I know that.”

[Stephanie:] “They can bring it on, this is a free podcast! FREEDOM OF SPEECH!”

[Cassandra:] [Really laughing this time] “Heheh. That only protects your speech, not from the boys.”

[Stephanie:] “I’ll face the problem when I get to it.”

[Cassandra:] [Snorts] “But yes, cooking, especially since it’ll be good for you to eat a balanced meal.”

[Stephanie:] “Don’t just throw a snack in the microwave, or cereals in a bowl. Don’t be a Dick! Make something. Start small. Maybe a smoothie or something, if you’re uncomfortable with the stove and oven. But make it yourself. It’s less expensive, usually healthier, and way better in the long run.”

[Cassandra:] “And fulfilling!”

[Stephanie:] “And once you master the basics you can begin to improvise. Add stuff, cook with new ingredients,... Make heart-shaped waffles…” [happy sighs] “I just want to wake up some day to a tray of heart waffles covered in chocolate, maybe a rose next to the plate. Romance tip, get your significant other heart waffles.”

[Cassandra:] [With a very neutral tone] “Someday, maybe, who knows?”

[Stephanie:] “Ah, but I got distracted, my bad, my bad. Where were we….” [Shuffling paper noise] “Ah right, here. Planting something.”

[Cassandra:] “Taking care of a plant is very relaxing. Don’t know why? It helps to have a tiny bit of nature inside. Especially in Gotham. And you can grow herbs to cook. Bonus points.”

[Stephanie:] “Ok I’ll be honest, I’m terrible with plants, BUT I got a workaround.”

[Cassandra:] “You do?”

[Stephanie:] “Fake flowers. Expensive ones though, not the cheap plastic ones. I got a few ones, mostly made out of fabric, and I switch between the different sets to maintain the illusion it’s fresh flowers. If you don’t look too closely, it’s alright.”

[Cassandra:] “So the parsley I got you…?”

[Stephanie:] “The one you named Peanut? Dead, sorry. So so sorry, I didn’t want to tell you!”

[Cassandra:] “Next time I’ll just get you a scarf like everyone else.”

[Stephanie:] “PLEASE NO!!” [Silence] “I mean… I already got 12 scarves thanks to Dick and Tim and Babs and other friends, I don’t even wear a scarf most of the time.”

[Cassandra:] “Fine. Mittens it’ll be then. Which leads us to the next point, go outside. Get fresh air.”

[Stephanie:] “Get ready to go outside, too. Don’t just make two steps outside with dumb sweatpants and a lazy bun, get ready! Always get out of the house like you’d like a potential date to see you for the first time. Not all out, but pretty enough and comfortable. Put on some makeup too. Nothing much, but if you’re feeling low, there’s nothing compared to putting on some lipstick to see it bring the life back to your face.”

[Cassandra:] “I thought that was the blush powder’s job.”

[Stephanie:] “Or the blush powder, yeah. Any of those. Also for our male listeners, never underestimate the power of a good concealer. Don’t be shy and get some. It’ll cover for all your long nights spent studying. Or anything else, really.”

[Cassandra:] “I thought the makeup topic was for another week?”

[Stephanie:] “It’s never too early for concealer, Cass. Just make sure you got the right tone. Erm… Oh, right. If you don’t know what to put as clothes to get out, stick to the basics.”

[Cassandra:] “Black?? But we said..”

[Stephanie:] “No no, I know what we said, get some colors. Sooooooo… WEAR THE RED AND GOLD!!! GO BATS GO!!”

[Cassandra:] “But at this time of the year be prepared to be mistaken with a Gryffindor student.”

[Stephanie:] “What’s wrong with that?”

[Cassandra:] “Some of us prefer the other houses. Not me, obviously, but you maybe. Or the boys. Especially Damian. He really enjoys being sorted in Slytherin.”

[Stephanie:] “Ok I’ll give you that. But you got to admit that at least it’s easy to get decent clothes, you just have to gather your Gotham High School merch- Oh god, wait.”

[Cassandra:] “What?”

[Stephanie:] “We’re talking about Harry Potter and Tim isn’t ev-”

[A phone dings. There’s some noise as Steph fishes for it]

[Stephanie:] "Oh god, it's Tim." [Cassandra:] "What did he say?" [Stephanie:] "'Tell them about my Dumbledore theory.' No, I'm not gonna. Goodbye Timothy."

[Sound of her phone being placed down.] [Cassandra:]"But you know he'll try to-" [A phone dings] "Text me." [Stephanie:] "Don't do what he says!" [Cassandra:] "He's threatening. He'll come here to crash your podcast."

[Stephanie:] “Please no. Tim if you hear us, don’t. Seriously don’t.”

[Cassandra:] “He’s probably already practically here or something, Stephanie.”

[Stephanie:] “Ok let’s finish this before he comes then. The last thing you probably heard it a thousand of times, but just turn off your phone and computer, and take a bit of time to just breathe.”

[Cassandra:] “Meditation. It’s called meditation. It helps lower the heart rate, and to put things in perspective. Makes people happier too.” [Stephanie:] “It doesn’t have to be hours long, just one or two minutes are already enough. We’ll… Talk about it in depth in another podc-

[Sound of a door being slammed open. A scream on Steph’s side]

[Tim:] "LET ME TELL THEM ABOUT MY THEORY STEPH, COME ON!"

[Cassandra:] “NO! TIM GO!”

[Stephanie:] “And that’s a topic for another tiMELOVEANDSPARKLES!!”

[End of Episode 6]

#spoiler alert podcast #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #tim drake #batfam #batkids #dc #season 1 #SAP

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disgrays-on · 6 years

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perfect

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Tim Drake // Reader

A/N: I listened to Ed Sheeran’s Perfect and this happened?? idk don't ask for specifics, enjoy it for its surface value thanks

You first met Tim Drake at a meeting that your father had set up between his company - your company, your father would often say and you could only give him a tight-lipped smile - and Wayne Enterprises. He had been sitting in for his father and you were sitting in for yours. Your father had clapped you on the shoulder before the meeting, eyes cold as he told you to be careful around that Wayne boy. The fact that your father felt threatened around a young man half his age should have told you plenty.

Tim was incredibly endearing, in his own rightful way. Within thirty minutes of meeting him, sat amongst a handful of stiff, pompous old men with their stuffy suits who didn’t seem know when to keep their mouth shut, you understood completely why your father had said what he had. A friendship blossomed between the two of you, one rooted in a shared disdain for disgustingly long and boring meetings and sneaking away during whatever supposed charity event the upper crust of Gotham felt like holding for that month and love for a moment of peace and quiet from the usually hectic days. Dating each other felt like a good next step.

Your father, deeply entrenched in his seemingly one-sided contempt for the Waynes, had disapproved of any sort of relationship with Tim from the beginning. You will not befriend that boy, your father spat, commanded like his words were final, like being friends with someone was the most barbarous deed you could have ever done. You refused to dignify his words with a response. Later on, your father smiles as he greets Bruce Wayne. You didn’t understand his need to be so dishonest, but this was nothing new. Nothing else seemed more aristocratic than being completely inauthentic in everything that you do. So you had opted out of telling your father that you’ve actually been seeing that Wayne boy for quite some time because it was easier to pretend that you weren’t friends than to explain to your father that you actually really liked him.

It wasn’t the most difficult thing to do. Acting like you were above someone was easy when it was what you’ve been taught for almost all your life. The media ate it up, believed undoubtedly that the heirs of these two multimillionaire companies despised each other for no other reason than the fact that the both of you saw each other as rivals. You weren’t inclined to think so. You liked to think that you were excellent, commanding attention in a crowded room was no big issue for you but you were also certain that Tim could outwit you any day. He was brilliant, even more so than you, and you wouldn’t delude yourself into thinking otherwise. Acting coolly towards each other when you were in public wasn’t a problem for the both of you (but if a meeting between your company and Wayne Enterprises ran just a bit longer than necessary, no one needed to know).

"Wayne." You nodded in his direction as a way of greeting, as stiff as you could have been, trying hard not to think about the fact that it was only two hours ago that he had been tangled in your bed sheets, his hair a mess and clothes sloppy as he snored softly in his sleep. It was impressive, just how good he could clean himself up in a short period of time. He looked amazing, not a single hair out of place and sleek in a dark blue suit. Tonight’s event was another charity ball that your father had decided to throw.

“Care to dance?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. A small, barely-there smirk and a gleam in his eyes greeted you when you turned from the group of people that you had been forced to mingle with to face him. The sight of him never failed to make you slightly weak and breathless but you managed to disguise it with a polite smile. It was a bold move to ask you to dance while you were with a group of people but it was a good cover-up to be close to each other. After all, societal expectations dictated that you had to say yes (but there was no way you could have said no to him, regardless). You were sure that this would somehow make the headlines tomorrow. You could already feel your father’s disapproval.

“Far be it from me to say no to you.” You answered curtly, returning his smile. He led you to the central area where quite a few people were already slowly swaying together. The room was pleasantly dimmed but there was still just enough soft light to be quite intimate. The song started, soft and smooth - a beautiful arrangement of violins and pianos - generic but understandable tune for these occasions. One of your hands rested on his shoulder, fingers enjoying the smoothness of his suit while the other was gently clasped in his own. His other hand rested on the small of your back, his lukewarm fingers pressing into you. His hands squeeze yours briefly, before he made the first move.

His movements were elegant, perfectly in sync with the slow music, but there was something in him - the lines in his stature, the solid feel of him under her fingers, the careful vigilance as he led you around the dance floor - that radiated a firm resolve, a silent strength that told you that he wasn’t to be underestimated like people usually do.

“I was right,” He mumbled, quiet enough so that only you could hear him.

“Hm?”

“You look nice.” He laughed softly. You had to resist the urge to laugh along with him, you didn’t need any more scrutiny than what the both of you have already garnered. Earlier on in the night, you had been quite hesitant to attend the event, nitpicking on the littlest details that could get you out of going.

“I can’t wear this.” You sighed, cringing inwardly at your reflection. “I look ridiculous.”

“I mean,” He had said from where he sat on your bed, eyes trained on you as you examined yourself in the mirror. The outfit, chosen by your mother, looked severely unflattering on you. But far be it from you to disobey your mother’s words. He continued, “I’m not complaining if you take it off, but it might make the party a bit awkward.”

You snorted at that, not stopping the smile that spread on your face. That would be more than just a bit awkward. You couldn’t even imagine your father’s anger or your mother’s disappointment. The thought was incredibly amusing though.

“For what it’s worth, I think you look nice.” He shrugged.

“And I love you dearly for that,” You turned back to look at him, shaking your head, “But you have terrible taste.”

You smiled at the memory, “Then I stand by my words too.”

You’d like to think that you and Tim were quite capable actors. After all, everyone seemed to believe that the cold, uncongenial act that both of you put on was the ultimate truth. No one seemed to have caught on yet, or even questioned it at this point. At least you'd like to think that no one knew. You had a feeling that Bruce knew because he looks at you contemplatively sometimes, always silently, always pensive but never saying anything. His siblings though, you were certain, did not know of your relationship. You’ve had the pleasure of meeting a couple of them a few times, and while they seemed like a handful bunch, they were good company. The both of you didn’t tell them but they never asked either. You always managed to act coolly whenever they’re around, even though all you want to do is laugh because they were all good actors too.

Time together alone was always hard to come by with the both of you having such irregular schedules but you two manage. He sneaks into your place sometimes, and how he manages to do it every single time without attracting attention from anyone still baffles you. You sleep over at his place sometimes - a cosy penthouse a distance away from Wayne Manor that he had given you an extra set of keys for - and spend the mornings with him, groaning about all the work that you needed to do that you hadn’t done yet. You try not to leave anything behind, or at least nothing too incriminating, because he had mentioned to you, amongst other things during late night heart-to-hearts, that his family members liked dropping by at any given time without prior notice. It was why you much preferred him to join you in your humble domain. At least you didn’t have an incredibly long line of people wanting to barge into your home.

You supposed it was only time that his siblings caught on though.

You distinctly remembered leaving a couple of your things at Tim’s place after a long day of non-stop meetings and you had been too exhausted to go back to your own home because his was closer. Amongst your things were a bunch of files that you needed to look through before a meeting for the next day, which was why that night found you unlocking the door to his penthouse. Rummaging through your bag to look for your phone, the sweet smell of buttery popcorn and the low murmur of chatter had gone unnoticed by you.

“Tim?” You called out, pushing the stuff in your bag around because you swore you had slipped it in earlier.

“Babe, have you seen my-” You stopped in your tracks when you noticed that the normally empty living room wasn’t so empty anymore. His family members now occupied the room, obviously in the beginning stages of a movie night. The mildly surprised looks that they shared would be amusing if you weren’t so taken aback. You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend, who at least had the decency to look a bit sheepish, “Uh…”

“Busted.” He muttered under his breath.

BONUS:

“Why has your family been sending me congratulatory texts?” You asked a few days later when it was just the two of you. Your parents were still unaware but most of his family had found out instantly. You weren’t surprised that they connected the dots so quickly after you had walked in - they were an amazingly intelligent bunch - although you supposed there was definitely no other way to interpret it.

You were on one side of the couch and he was on the other but your legs were tangled with his under the blanket that the two of you shared. Your phone had been vibrating all week from all the text messages that you were receiving (it was incredible, how they managed to make their congratulatory messages sound mildly threatening). You didn’t even need to ask how his family had acquired your phone number because you didn’t think there was anything they couldn’t get if they put their minds into it.

“Well.” He shrugged, eyes still trained on the television screen playing a movie that he had chosen as he offered the bowl of popcorn to you. You furrowed your eyebrows at his noncommittal answer. You didn’t think there was literally nothing that could surprise you at this point. Judging by his lack of actual response towards it, his family sticking their noses where it didn’t actually belong probably tended to happen a lot. You accepted the bowl, plopping it down on your lap before grabbing a handful.

“You find this far too entertaining.” You sighed, turning back to the TV. There was no point in wasting time in trying to find out why or how. Better just enjoy the movie, you supposed.

“Should I be worried that you’re being so indignant?” He turned to you and raised his eyebrows, munching slowly on his popcorn, but you couldn’t miss the gleam in his eyes even if you wanted to. He was enjoying this way too much.

You rolled your eyes, “That’s not what I meant.”

He grinned back at you, boyish and adorable. Lies. It was all lies. You knew the truth behind that smile. Your cheeks warmed at it, yes, but you still had the urge to punch him a bit. You settled for a jab to his calf with your toe. He was just feeling smug because no one noticed that the two of you had already been dating for a long time.

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batboys-and-other-messes · 6 years

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Oooh! Tim Drake mindlessly lost in some case, on maybe a day or three without sleep just completely tuned into his case and completely unaware he’s singing some pop song he’s heard once or twice on the radio that got stuck in his head at some point. Bonus points if it’s one that drive Jay or Dami crazy.

I AM AT WORK HOW DARE YOU!?!

Do you know how adorable I imagine this? Tim mumbling the lyrics, ZERO rythm and just really concentrated staring at his screen and at this point its more like a mantra that he repeats again and again than some lyrics.

Bonus points when its like something seriously stupid and senseless but he cant help bc the melody is catchy.

Jaso is like “If I hear you say that ONE MORE TIME” but Tim isn’t even aware Jay is in the same room.

Dick has to hold them back from beating the crap out of Tim while he just does his thing and after a few long hours he finally stands up and goes “I GOT IT!” AND THE WHOLE MANOR LOOSES ITS SHIT AND STARTS CRYING IN RELIEVE and Tim woudl be so confused like “?? Are you that happy that I finally solved it??” and they would be more happy that this means he will FINALY SHUT UP

Even bruce would be glad he finally stopped while Tim is liek “Oh hey, everybody seems quite happy right now!! They must be proud of my acomplishment!! :D”

I love him

#sunny replies #ask

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What is the boys go to method of persuasion (read: manipulation) and how would someone persuade them in turn?

This request took wayyyy too many of my brain cells, thanks fish, you’ve killed me

Batboys Method of Persuasion

word count: 1390~

warnings: none

I’ve been wanting to write angst for a few days now and I am so close to diving into Nightmare and never coming back until the whole series is written.

Dick Grayson

Dick uses social influence consciously and subconsciously all the time

Social influence is how we are all wired to believe that if the people we admire are doing something, then that behavior is normal and we should act that way as well

He uses this to his advantage whenever he leads the titans or any of his siblings

A role model of sorts

Dick acts like the perfect vigilante and people subconsciously follow

It started with Jason when he was first learning about Robin, then with Tim, and eventually with Damian

Going out to patrol with Jason and being very careful about what he’s doing in front of him in the off chance that he picks up the habits Dick has

Knowing Tim watches him so closely so Dick might as well take advantage of it to keep his brother safe with protective patrol actions

Seeing Damians adoration for Dick and genuinely trusting what his older brother says, so why not slowly show Damian how to assimilate into the family through his actions

Theres plenty of different ways this affects Dick however

The constant pressure of needing to be perfect and make the right choices

The feeling of everyone and no-one watching him at all times

And even people pleasing tendencies, because what else is left of his self-importance without admiration?

Which is exactly why the easiest way to persuade Dick into doing something, is making sure he likes and trusts you

He couldn't care less about what strangers think of him, but those close to him? Those inside his circle of influence? Dick wants them to love him

Thats exactly why he tries to keep the family together; exactly why he takes every argument with his siblings to heart

The Liking Principle: we are more likely to comply with requests made by people we like

Ask Dick to do something and he will cross a valley for you not only because he loves you, but because he feels like he has to go through with it to make sure you still love him.

Jason Todd

Jason loves to use reciprocity

He exploits it every chance he can when he’s the Red Hood, how else would he have gotten so powerful?

Reciprocity is how we feel obligated to give back to others what we receive from them, especially if there was no cost to begin with

Jason spared plenty of criminals as Hood to use them for deals or favors later, always bringing up the fact that he could've killed them and could kill them now

He’s not afraid to say to those criminals, “Remember when I did this for you? Yea, I want compensation now.”

He doesn't use it much to his family aside from the typical sibling drama of Jason driving to get Tim food and then bringing it up again to get a few pop tarts during patrol

The more the time passes though, the less he can use reciprocity since it'll lose its draw

So he tends to use it within a few days or weeks

Jason keeps tabs, especially when it comes to crime lords or mob bosses

With his family he kinda just remembers? He’ll see a cookie and automatically remember that Dick owes him a pint of ice cream

But reciprocity works both ways

Jason knows this, so if anyone is smart and cunning enough to see through his manipulation and do it back? He’ll comply

The best way to do this is through consistency and commitment

Make Jason commit to his morals or word by bringing up statements he’s made in the past

His word means a lot to him so twisting it or holding him to it will definitely make him cave

Especially if his word was public and other people were there as witness

But be sure to reward him and reciprocate so that he keeps doing it ;)

Tim Drake

Tim’s method of persuasion is so meticulous

Anchoring: the tendency to rely heavily on the information presented first when making a decision

He mostly uses this at work because it works better with numbers

Having a point value presented for the company so he can appease the snarky board of directors

Twisting and manipulating how the stock market values look by prefacing inflation or previous values from months past

Or maybe shifting employee percentages around to make it seem more successful than it really is, not by a lot but enough that Tim can get them off his back

It’s not lying, he’s just presenting the information a different way that makes it seem more pleasant for his side

Since Tim is well aware that information can be tweaked or presented in a bias manner, persuading him can be a bit tricky considering he’d much rather do his own research

The Ellsberg Paradox, a wonderful experiment that showed people tend to lean towards things they know about rather than take a chance on unknown factors

Like the true introvert he is, Tim needs to know every detail before he makes a decision on something instead of going in blind and regretting it

Want to persuade him into going to a party? He needs to know exactly who's going, what to wear, what’s being served, what’s the earliest time he can leave—the list goes on

Trying to persuade him into doing something risky? Give him the details and he’d have no choice but to sigh and go through with it

Damian Wayne

Damian and the hot-hand fallacy

When someone experiences a success, they’re more likely to continue that streak

He uses this to his advantage when it comes to Robin

Showing his father that he is self-sufficient because Damian busted this ring by himself and took down this villain too

Setting down a steady foundation of success to persuade more privilege and independence with the cape on

It’s a way to prove he belongs as well as keep the line of success for Robin going, purifying the colors so to speak

Dami also uses it on his siblings, especially when Dick took Batman’s role

Taking a weak, low point and showcasing the success that was brought to the mantle through him rather than previous Robins

It’s his confidence, his drive, the passion to maintain success lest he break that streak and tarnish his name

He's also used it to present new tactics or weaponry to the family, stating the success rate or how it has been used in the family before

However, with the inflated importance of Robin’s role, it doesn't take much to persuade Damian back into line

That’s where his weakness of persuasion comes in, The Authority Bias

Authority figures are perceived to be correct and have a stronger influence on others because of this

Damian not only grew up being forced to respect Ra’s and Thalia, but its so deep rooted in him that it is very rare for him to speak out against someone of higher authority than him

Hence why he respects Dick so much as Batman, or even Bruce because he is Damians biological father

So the easiest way to persuade Damian into doing something is to assert authority or dominance over him

There has to be merit behind it however, or he will call your bluff and not take you seriously

Bonus

All of the batboys share one method of persuasion that can also work on them: Mimicry

Its natural for us to respond more positively to people who act, look, or sound similar to us

This comes in handy with survivors on patrol, each of the boys mimicking body language or softening their voices to appear less threatening

In Jason’s case, he likes to appear more human by taking off his helmet so his voice doesn't sound as intimidating, it sounds similar and soft

For Tim, he sometimes takes off his cape to seem less like a super hero and more like an ordinary guy, especially for younger kids

In general though, it’s an unspoken bond between them all that they can tell exactly who each brother likes just by watching mimicking body language or adaptation of speech—very easy to tease each other about it

And of course, mimicry works on each of them as well

Makes them all—in their own way—feel less outcasted

Taglist ♡

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