#cocopop's fics

[cocopop-04]

Dick: *ordering the other batkids around* Steph: yes, mum Dick: *splutters* why am i the mum? Jason: Dickface, have you seen your motherhenning? Steph: Plus, Babs has to be the dad Dick: But I'm dating Wally! Tim: You and Babs are divorced. Wally's the fun step-dad. Dick: *sighs* Well, fine. What about B? *all fall silent* Steph: He's the weird, edgy uncle

From chapter 5 of my fic World Without Grown-Ups on ao3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46697407/chapters/117609160

#dc comics #young justice #fanfic #batfamily #dc universe #batman #dick grayson #jason todd #stephanie brown #birdflash #tim drake #dc #dcu #ao3 link #cocopop's fics #chat post #cocopop's posts

[muffindumatin]

fic yazdim biraz, sonra aklıma o kadar sahne geldi ki yazmayı bırakıp hayal ettim, eski taslaklarımda olan bir kitabı okumaya karar verdim, sonra sekerim düştü ve cocopops yedim, simdi de yattim little mushroom mu okusam yoksa eski ficimi mi diye düşünüyorum

[lemonsherbett]

Uyandım gerginim kardelen öğleden önce gelmicekmis daha da gerginim üç yıldır okuduğum okul ama hâlâ dokuzuncu sınıf öğrencisi gibi herkesten çekiniyorum milli eğitim bakanına çok sinirliyim sen hiç öğrenci olmadın mı be adam. Tatili cidden bok gibi gecirmisim bunu farkettim hiçbir şey yapmadan geçti gitti bir tane film bile izlemedim,izleyemedim. Şu an uyumak istiyorum ama uyumasam bile evden çıkmak istemiyorum cocopops yerken fic okumak ve fic okumayi bi iki saat surdurmek istiyorum keşke fic okuma dersi olsaydi okul niye var ya türk eğitim sisteminde öğretilen her bilgiyi internetten de buluyorsun zaten okuldaki 'sozde ogretmenlerin' bana ne gibi bir faydası var Allah aşkına ya

[maxbernini]

5, 6 and 10 for mayla pls ma’am

omg was hoping someone would ask these ones for them!! me and you anon  💆‍♀️❤️

5. do they have pets?

yes!! they don’t have children themselves (they’re the Cool Aunts to max, sekou and jo’s kids), but they adopt a cat when they’re older and more stable and he becomes their son. maybe he faced trauma as a kitten? or is very scarred and ‘ugly’? and nobody at the shelter wants him and they’re both like “🥺🥺 that’s the one”. they let him sleep between them, and he either has the most poetic name ever (named after a philosopher or something space related, you get the gist) or the objective worst (like, idk...Captain CocoPops? but worse)

6. how do they celebrate holidays?

in quiet, lowkey ways!! when they’re older and live together they’ll throw small parties. for this christmas, i think lola had lunch with thierry and daphné, and maya went out early to help with some volunteer soup kitchen for the homeless before having lunch with max’s family. they either met up that night, walking around paris and looking at christmas lights and sharing a hot chocolate, or didn’t see each other at all but spent a few hours on mobile skype together anyways. maybe they wake up the next day to realize they fell asleep listening to the other’s breathing :’)

10. what do they do when the other is away?

i mean they literally started their relationship by being separated for 4 months so i think any small amount of time apart post-rehab is not as hard as expected because they’ve done that. there’s a lot of pining they get teased for, lots of good morning texts (with a ridiculous amount of exclamation points) and secret notes left in luggage bags. longer time apart is difficult, but they’re committed to making it work. also read the second part of this fic series where maya moves to lyon for work and they deal with that !!

#[bernie sanders meme voice] i am once again asking you all to read this fic #ask #anon #lola x maya #domestic headcanon meme

[cocopop-04]

“So not as much of a rule follower as you pretend to be, are you?” Jason said one night, purposely trying to sound more curious than mocking, as if he wanted to keep the peace just as much as Tim did. They hadn’t yet talked about what had happened that first encounter, but it seemed like they would tonight.

Tim snorted out a laugh. “I used to sneak out and follow Batman around on his patrols. I blackmailed him into making me Robin. What part of any of this spelled out ‘rule follower’ to you?”  

Jason laughed, but the sound trailed off into silence.

“You know, I never apologized,” Jason said after a while. “When I came back, my head was all fucked, and then Talia was there telling me everything was all your fault. But you didn’t deserve all that. Sorry.”

“Thanks,” Tim said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “You know, you were my Robin, growing up. My hero. And so yeah, it hurt, the whole tower thing – more than just getting the shit beaten out of me, anyway,” Tim added with a wry look.

“But I understood, too. You were basically driven insane by the pit – ”

“Still am, too,” Jason interrupted to say.

Tim glared and continued. “I knew you weren’t fully in control of your actions. So, I forgave you. Plus, it’s not like I haven’t done worse to anyone – though I did it to the people who deserved it.”

“How’d you even end up killing someone, anyway?” Jason asked.

Tim grinned and adopted a storytelling tone. “I was ten - ”

Beside him, Jason spluttered in shock. “That is not how you start a murder recount. Holy shit, really?”

Tim playfully glared at the man across from him. “Yes, now quiet. I was ten, and I followed you and Batman into Crime Alley.”

“Fuck.”

“Do you want to hear this or not?” Tim asked.

From my fic Fallen Heroes on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51847429

#dc #dc comics #dcu #ao3 link #fanfic #tim drake #jason todd #batfamily #batfam #dc robin #red robin #red hood #unhinged tim drake #cocopop's fics #cocopop's posts

[cocopop-04]

He stared out the car window, unwilling to be the first to speak as Jack Drake drove them home from Wayne Manor.

“I don’t believe this,” Jack fumed.

Tim stayed silent.

“How did this even happen, Timothy? How did you manage to get recruited to become Robin, to fight crime for years?” They pulled into the driveway and Jack stopped the car, but neither of them moved. Jack’s breath was coming in harsh puffs, a telltale sign of his anger, and Tim just wanted to go back to the silence.  

“I wasn’t recruited,” Tim said, still staring out the window. “I stole the armour and then forced him to train me.”

“What – why? Wait, you know what. How did you even manage to keep this a secret?” he sneered.

Die. Die, die die die die, drop dead, his mind chanted at the man beside him.

Tim had had enough of it. He turned to look at Jack, relished at the way he flinched back from whatever he saw on Tim’s face.

“Oh, I wonder,” Tim started, his voice mockingly cold. “I was left alone in the house for months at a time. The staff weren’t even there – they assumed I was travelling with you. Mrs Mac only came by once a week to cook the meals so that I didn’t starve, not that you would have noticed either way. There wasn’t even any effort on my part, I didn’t even need to keep it a secret. You were too busy gallivanting across the globe to even realise you had a son.” Tim’s voice steadily rose, till he was almost shouting at the man before him. He took a breath, reigned in the anger and got control of himself. Tim’s face shuttered off, and there was no hint of anything left to show.

“Thank you for driving me,” Tim said in a pleasant tone as he exited the car.

From my fic Fallen Heroes on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51847429

#dc #ao3 link #dc comics #dcu #fanfic #tim drake #jack drake #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #batman and robin #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #unhinged tim drake #cocopop's fics #cocopop's posts

[cocopop-04]

Tim knew what he had to do. He looked at Alfred, hunched over slightly in his seat, hands clenched and eyes tight, the only signs he could find that Alfred was worried, and yet the fact that he could find them at all meant it was bad. The Robin uniform was still pristine in its display, and as Tim looked at his reflection in the glass, he knew what he had to do.

It was his fault that Batman – and now Nightwing, too – were in danger, and he refused to let them die because of him.

“Master Timothy?” Alfred asked.

Tim looked behind him, watched as Alfred approached him. “I have to, Alfred.”

Alfred looked tired, for once. But as he gripped Tim's shoulder, a comforting gesture to the both of them, and looked him in the eye, it wasn't tiredness he saw, but a fierce determination.

"Master Timothy. I know full well that I cannot stop you from doing this. But I lost one grandson to this costume, and I will not lose another. Promise me, if a fight comes down to you or them, you will not let them leave it alive."

Tim sucked in a breath and nodded to the old man, blinking the tears from his eyes. Grandson. Alfred thought of him as his grandson, his family.

"Promise me you will kill rather than die in that costume," Alfred urged, a fierce look in his eye.

Tim nodded seriously. "I promise," he said. And he meant it. Robin didn't kill, it was one of the fundamental values of the title, but for Alfred, he would.

Tim put on the costume and jumped in the car, setting off to save the Gotham heroes.

From my fic Robin's Return on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51847051

#dc #ao3 link #dc comics #dcu #fanfic #tim drake #batfamily #batfam #alfred pennyworth #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #batman #dc robin #cocopop's fics #cocopop's posts

[cocopop-04]

Tim slumped out of the room. Cassie, who was sprawled over the couch in the corner, raised an arm and beckoned Tim over. He obliged.

When Tim’s knees hit the couch, Cassie gripped his arm and pulled, Tim collapsing on top of her. He wriggled around, getting comfortable and Cassie slung one of her arms around his torso.

They lay in silence.

After a while, Cassie spoke. “How are you feeling?” she asked in a quiet voice.

Tim shrugged. “I’ve been worse.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Tim sighed. “I can manage.”

Cassie tightened her grip around Tim’s stomach slightly, but didn’t comment.

“I miss home,” Cassie whispered.

Tim shuffled around to look at her. She looked tired. Dark bags beneath her eyes, pale skin – she was barely doing any better than the rest of them. “Me too,” Tim breathed.

“We’ll escape here, won’t we?” Cassie asked.

Tim smiled his robin smile. “Of course.” He wasn’t sure he believed it.

Excerpt from the fic I'm currently writing - called 'In Darkest Void' - where young justice is stuck in space and slowly starving bc my brain is evil...

#young just us #young justice #tim drake #fanfic #cassandra sandsmark #kon el #conner kent #bart allen #core four #red robin #wonder girl #kon el superboy #dc impulse #cocopop's fics #cocopop's posts

[cocopop-04]

Robin was dead. His mother had sold him out and the Joker had trapped him, beat him bloody with a crowbar and left him to die in a warehouse set to blow. And so, Jason Todd was dead. But the Joker wasn’t.

It wasn’t fair, not to Jason and not to every person who believed in Robin. The Joker had killed him and yet he was still alive, still breathing, rotting away in Arkham until he found his next opportunity to escape. Tim couldn’t blame Batman for being unable to kill the Joker – he had his own set of morals and reasons why he wouldn’t cross them, and Tim could accept that. But next time it might be Batman whose heart stopped because of the Joker.

A flame had been lit inside of Tim, a fiery determination, a thirst for revenge. It was all the Joker’s fault. But the Joker was well protected. Tim had killed before, and he knew he might be able to kill the Joker too, no matter the cost to him. But Joker’s death was the problem just as much as it was the goal. It would topple the careful balance of power within Gotham, and the resulting power struggle that was sure to follow would paint Gotham’s history books red, on a level never before seen. Batman wasn’t equipped to deal with that fallout in the best frame of mind, and he certainly wouldn’t cope in his current state.

Still, Tim was tempted. Wipe the Joker from the face of the earth, gun him down or sink a blade into his throat and take Gotham down with him. He would be responsible for thousands of deaths – Batman’s included – with just one action, and nobody would even find out if he planned it well enough. Tim thought it over for days on end, aching to kill the Joker and yet unwilling to sacrifice Gotham to do it.

It would be worth it, he thought some days, the collateral. But he remembered Dick, tears flowing down his face, stricken with anguish as he returned to Wayne Manor to find out if it was true that Jason was dead, only to find his brother already in the ground. He remembered Alfred, the man who was never anything but put together, visit Tim at Drake Manor only to sit on the couch and sob as everything came crashing down on him. The man who, a week later, had come back and, with tears in his eyes, spent the afternoon telling stories of the grandson he would never again see, who would never again laugh or cry or punch a criminal, or sit in the library reading quietly next to Alfred, or comfort a panicked victim as Robin.

Tim couldn’t put them through all that pain and grief again, he refused to let Batman die, refused to give Alfred another person to mourn.

As much as Tim wanted to end the Joker, he wouldn’t kill Batman to do it.

From my fic An Avenged Bird on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51758287

#dc #tim drake #dc comics #batfamily #batman #batman comics #the joker #ao3 link #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #dc universe #alfred pennyworth #unhinged tim drake #cocopop's fics #cocopop's posts

[cocopop-04]

Tim stumbled to a stop as he spied a mound on the floor at the end of the hallway. He reached out for the light, one hand clasped around his bo staff, ready for a possible attack.

As the lights switched on, Tim blinked his eyes, adjusting to the new brightness.

He crept closer, stopping short when he realised what the mound was – Kon.

Tim swore under his breath, rushing up to the unconscious super and shaking his arm.

“Kon,” Tim hissed. “Kon, wake up.” Nothing.

Tim chewed his lip, assessing the situation with a finger on Kon’s pulse, which beat reassuringly while he thought. He started to heave Kon over his shoulder. He wasn’t in a serious state, Tim took comfort in knowing, but the lack of sunlight must have been having a worse effect on Kon than he had let on.

Tim grunted as he lifted Kon up, and slowly made his way towards the bunk room.

The door slid open automatically and Tim entered.

Tim walked over to the bunks on the left, hauling Kon onto his bottom bunk – Tim didn’t even want to try to get him up to the top one. As Kon fell onto the bed, Cassie stirred in the bunk opposite them.

“Tim?” she asked, groggily blinking her eyes. “Wh’ts goi’ on?”

Tim turned towards her. “Nothing, Cassie.” He smiled reassuringly, though he wasn’t sure she noticed. “Go back to sleep.”

“’kay.” Cassie turned over, eyes closed. Tim breathed a sigh of relief and turned back around, working on moving Kon’s limbs into a more comfortable position. He didn’t want to worry Cassie, especially not so late at night when she was finally getting some rest. He could tell her what happened in the morning.

Once Tim had spread the blankets over Kon’s sleeping form, he sighed wearily and climbed onto the bed, settling himself in at the bottom of the bed. He’d have to watch Kon for a bit, to make sure he was fine.

As Tim stared into the darkness of the room, he thought of Gotham. What would the other bats be doing at this point? It was nighttime there, the early hours of the morning where the city was quiet. The Bats would be home from patrol by now, probably asleep in their beds. He missed it.

Tim drifted off into sleep.

Excerpt from the fic I'm writing - 'In Darkest Void'.

#tim drake #dc #fanfic #dc comics #dcu #young justice #core four #young just us #kon el superboy #conner kent #ao3 fanfic #cocopop's fics #cocopop's posts

[cocopop-04]

Tim woke up to a hand stroking gently through his hair and a quiet song.

He sighed and leaned into it, content to dream for just a little while longer until he had to go back to the cruel reality that he was living.

But the warmth of sleep wore off as he knew it would and the hand stayed.

Tim startled awake, sat up and scrambled to the furthest corner of the cell.

Harley stopped singing as she looked at him, alarmed. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she raised a hand to wipe them away, only for a sob to escape as more poured from her eyes.

“Hey J–junior. Or s–s–should I say Robin?”

Tim studied her. “Dr. Quinzel.”

Harley smiled. “I always liked it when ya’ called me that. I did go ta’ school an’ earned that title.” She shuffled forwards but stopped when Tim pressed back into the corner. “I’m s–sorry, birdy.”

“I’m sorry I did this all to ya’. It’s all bad. What Joker is doin’ to ya’ is – it’s sick an’ I shouldn’t ‘ave gone back ta’ him in tha first place.” Her shoulders shook as she took a deep breath.

Harley scrubbed at her face. “I know Ivy’s pissed at me. But don’t worry, Robin. I’m gonna get outta here, an’ I’ll make sure you get out too, yeah? Promise.”

Harley reached out to Tim, pinkie finger raised. Tim stared at the hand for a moment, wondering what was going on. But – oh. It was a stupid idea, but Tim reached out with his own hand, thinking ‘to hell with it’ – at least if something bad happened, his hand would grow back. He linked his pinkie with Harley’s and they shook on it.

Harley gave him a sad smile.

“See ya’ soon,” Harley said, and then she was gone.

From my fanfic, Dead Birds Cry on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52350082

#immortal tim drake #tim drake #harley quinn #red robin #dc #dcu #dc universe #dc comics #batman #the joker #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #cocopop's fics #cocopop's posts

[cocopop-04]

Cassie tugged at her hair as she paced back and forth. “I’m trying to keep it together, Tim. For the others,” she motioned towards the medbay, where Kon and Bart were resting.

“But – it’s not looking good. Bart… he needs more food. And Kon – “ Cassie shook her head. “I can’t do this.”

Tim gently tugged her arm, getting her to let go of her hair. “Hey,” he said. “Breathe.”

Cassie stopped her pacing and took a few breaths.

“We’ll be fine, okay? I believe in you. We all do.”

Cassie looked at him. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

from the half-written fic im procrastinating writing by posting excerpts of (at 2am bc y not). its called 'In Darkest Void' and is about yj in space, but they're stuck and slowly running out of food.

#dc #tim drake #dc comics #fanfic #dcu #young just us #young justice #core four #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #kon el superboy #ao3 fanfic #cocopop's fics #cocopop's posts

[cocopop-04]

Tim woke up slowly, the drugs that had been used to knock him out still in his system.

“Hey, Junior,” Joker said.

Tim blinked at him, bewildered. Junior?

The Joker pouted. “Oh, JJ. Don’t ya’ know your own name?” A cruel smile grew on his face. “It’s Joker Junior."

"Now, don’t worry. Papa will make sure you never forget it.”

He turned around. When he turned back, the Joker was holding two metal poles. Wires attached the metal to a machine and – Tim’s brain screeched to a halt as he realised what it was. An ECT machine.

The Joker waved around the two electrodes. “The last boy wonder, he came back after I killed him. I won’t make the same mistake twice, Junior.”

“I’m not your son,” Tim spat, ignoring the terror racing through him.

The Joker tutted. “Let’s fix that.”

The metal electrodes slammed into his temples. Tim tried to struggle, but he was tied tightly to the chair. “Pull the lever.”

Harley, who before was simply standing by the machine, jumped up to pull the lever, grinning almost as widely as the Joker.

Tim screamed.

From my ao3 fic - Dead Birds Cry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52350082

#immortal tim drake #dc #dcu #dc comics #batfam #batfamily #tim drake #the joker #joker junior #tim almost becomes joker junior but then the joker finds out he's immortal... #batman #red robin #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #harley quinn #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #cocopop's fics #cocopop's posts

[cocopop-04]

It had been a week since Tim was kidnapped.

“These stupid - ” the rest of Jason’s words were drowned out by the sound of gunshots.

“Hood, you good?”

Barbara heard screams, followed by the dull thud of a body hitting the floor. “Yeah, I’m good. Just these crooks. They’re like cockroaches.”

“Because they’re so hard to kill?” Babs asked sarcastically, knowing her statement wasn’t true, if the sounds of pained groans were anything to go by.

“Nah, they’re everywhere. How many of these warehouses have been filled with ‘em so far?”

Oracle looked at her notes. “Just over ten percent.”

“See? Everywhere.”

The line clicked as Batman joined, and another gunshot went off.

“Hood. What’s going on?”

“Spontaneous drug bust.” Another gunshot, then the sounds of wet coughing came through the line. Whoever made that sound wouldn’t live till the end of the fight, Babs knew.

“Hood!” Batman barked. “No killing.”

Jason growled. “They were experimenting on children.”

“We turn them over to the police. We don’t kill.”

“Fuckin’ no killin’, if you’d killed the - ”

“Jason,” Babs interrupted. But they all knew what he was going to say.

The Joker. If Bruce had killed the Joker, Tim would be safe right now. But if Batman had killed the Joker, maybe Barbara would still be able to walk, and maybe Jason wouldn’t have died – it was a slippery slope to go down, thinking like that, and it did no good to anyone. They couldn’t dwell on past decisions.

“Finish up on that warehouse and wrap up patrol for the night, Hood,” Oracle said.

“Got it.”

From my fanfic Dead Birds Cry on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52350082

#immortal tim drake #batfam #batfamily #batman #dc #dcu #dc comics #dc universe #red hood #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #oracle #ao3 link #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #cocopop's fics #cocopop's posts

[cocopop-04]

okay so I posted a couple excerpts from the fic im (slowly) writing but this is the main concept of it:

a young justice core four fic where they r stuck in a pocket dimension slowly running out of supplies etc.

And Tim is making these video reports. Over the course of the story, they change from status reports about the ship, situation, and supplies to Tim starting to realise that they might not make it out of there alive, getting more desperate as it goes on. he fills them with everything he didn't get to say, all the things that he never said to the bats that he should have. (they would get saved and then Bruce would watch them ofc)

and Bart would be the first to pass out bc of his speedster metabolism. Kon would be weakened, slowly at first bc of the lack of sunlight, but he also tries not to eat much food (Cassie does too) and so he moves less and less, and eventually gets rlly weak. Tim soldiers thru it, pretending he's fine till the point when he collapses. He wakes up the first time, but he's weaker.

And Cassie, who has her powers to keep her healthiest out of all of them. She has to stay and watch as all her teammates slowly succumb and pass out from the lack of foods etc. while trying desperately to save them. Has to put on a brave face and assure them that she will make sure they make it even tho she herself is beginning to believe that less and less each day.

#young just us #young justice #core four #tim drake #red robin #kon el #conner kent #superboy #cassie sandsmark #wonder girl #bart allen #dc impulse #dc comics #fanfic #batfamily #batfam #batman #cocopop’s fics #cocopop's posts

[cocopop-04]

pinned post so that i can actually navigate my own blog:

#cocopop's fics - for all the fanfic stuff??

#dc characters - posts that are dc character analysis

#fanart - any fanart, but also comic art bc i'm too lazy to separate them into another tag

#comic reference - stuff from dc comics, eg. events or panels

#ideas/inspo - exactly what it says

#cocopop's posts - duh (all of the posts i make)

+ all characters are tagged with their name (eg. #tim drake, #cassandra cain)

AO3: CoCoPop_04 my other blog is @batfam-fanfics where I post fanfic recommendations

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