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Tim Drake Fics On A03

These are my list of Tim Drake fics on A03. It has everything. Angst, fluff, funny sibling relationship, family fluff, The core four etc... There are few TimKon fics thrown here and there too. Have fun.

Tim Drake (Doesn't) Drink Coffee by BabblingBookends

Every year, Tim goes on a caffeine detox for a month and has to deal with the resulting withdrawal symptoms. He doesn't tell the rest of the Bats about this, because, uh, reasons!

Bang, bang by Ididloveyou_once

‘You shot me!’ Jason gasped, stunned, ‘Holy shit, you actually shot me.’

Tim’s eyes widened and he froze. They stared at each other for a second, dumbstruck and then-

‘Don’t tell Bruce.’

Or: The family enjoy a normal movie night. Except Jason has a gunshot wound and Tim’s the only one who knows and oh- that’s because Tim’s the one who shot him and they really, really need to find a way to leave before anyone finds out.

Play it Again by Jazz020

The manor feels too quiet without music. Tim and Damian bond over music.

Send to All by kerosceene

I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).

The bats have a sex pollen release form. Because of course they do.

This is on of the most funniest batfam fic I have ever read.

four brothers, one crush, and absolutely zero brain cells to be found by Ms_Trickster

Tim: i need to know what’s the best way to a boy’s heart

Damian: Easy. The best way to someone’s heart is through their ribcage. Everyone knows that.

Damian: Come on Timothy, I expected better from you.

Dick: I-

Dick: Try again

Tim is having boy troubles.

Tim goes to his brothers for help.

Tim...did not think that plan of action through.

(In which the batbros give Tim advice on relationships, told entirely through texts.)

Their sibiling relationship is too damn funny.

Home by sElkieNight60

“Why didn't you call home?” the Red Hood is scolding him, bizarrely making his head spin with how unreal everything suddenly seems. “Why didn't you call Dad? You've been missing for three days and he is losing his mind―he thinks you've been kidnapped again―everyone has been pulling double runs all over the city trying to find you! You fucking disappeared! Seriously, Baby Bird, give us one good reason why we shouldn't drag your ass back home right now and have Dad bench you until the end of all days!?”

The two vigilantes are staring at him equal parts furious and equal parts relieved, but there must be some kind of mistake, because:

“Who is Tim?”

Only A03 users can read this fic.

Cork Board Contingencies by PrinceJakeFireCake

If you don’t use a cork board to obsessively plan contingencies for every possible way a date with your best friend can go, how can you go on a date at all?

Excerpt: “Are you free next Saturday?” Tim asked, pretty sure that Kon’s jumble of words was agreement that he wanted to date Tim.

“Maybe!” Kon exclaimed.

“Cool,” Tim commented, taking another sip of his drugged grape soda (“Dammit, Tim,” he mentally told himself. “Do not give in! Buy new grape soda! Stop drinking the drugged grape soda! I’ve shotgunned another can of drugged grape soda, haven’t I? Dammit, that makes five!”) then saying, “That gives me just enough time to pass out for fifty-two hours and plan our first date.”

Bloodlines by chibi_nightowl for exiled-one (mistralle)

“Mr. Drake, I can’t think of a better way to say this, so I’ll just be blunt. This file is for your first adoption. By the Drakes.”

Tim blinked. “My what?”

“You were adopted as a newborn by Jack and Janet Drake.”

“Excuse me, but what the fuck are you talking about?”

No words. This fic is just mind blowing.

fill in the blanks by mindshelter

“You?” Tim blurts. Holy shit. “You’re Kon?”

A nod. “Are you in any pain?” he asks again.

Kon’s skin is sun-kissed, cheekbones dusted with a fine smattering of freckles; he is, without exaggeration, the prettiest person Tim has ever seen. “No, I’m—great,” he says, fidgeting. “Do you, uh, come here often?”

Kon raises a brow. “To the medbay?” he intones. “Definitely more often than I’d prefer.”

Road Rage Robin by heartslogos

"I'd be doing humanity a favor." Tim grinds out, "And I would get away with it. I could totally get away with it. I've done worse."

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Liberal Usage of the Bro-Code by heartslogos for protagonistically (the_protagonist)

“You’re never going to guess who’s blood is on my shirt – similarly, this is not my shirt but these are my pants.”

Only A03 users can read this fic.

Here's a Reminder (That You Haven't Fallen Through the Cracks) by popsunner

If it’s a salesperson, he’ll shove them a hundred dollar tip and tell them to go away, if it’s some religious do gooder, he’ll direct them to Metropolis. If it’s a Rogue, he’ll tell them he’s busy and to please get in the fucking line. If it’s one of his siblings--

“Hey, Tim!” Dick says brightly, forearm braced against the doorframe.

Dammit.

i totally don't have amnesia by impravidus for odd_izzy

Based on this john mulaney bit: “I also think it's weird in movies when someone has amnesia and they wake up in the hospital. A lot of times they'll be surrounded by friends and family, but when they open their eyes they go "Who are you?" Because that's not how you act when you don't recognize somebody. That's very rude. It would be chaos out there if every time you saw someone you didn't recognize, you went, "Who are you?" I always try to be really polite in life, so like if I had amnesia, you'd never know it. I'd wake up and they'd be like "Hi John, we're so happy you're awake." And I'd just be like, "Oh, hey, man, how's it going?", "Oh, hey, dude, nice to see you again." because that's how you act when you can tell that someone recognizes you and you have no fucking clue who they are.”

Detective Timothy Drake and the Mysterious Case of the Unclaimed Dildo by JpegDotJpeg

Tim had a lot of experience with problem solving. Every goddamn day he was solving problems. There was no shortage of problems in Tim’s life. He’d learned how to deal with overbearing parents, underbearing parents, malfunctioning equipment, in-team conflict, lawsuits, emotional breakdowns, financial difficulty, broken ribs, ill-timed boners, and a whole host of other bizarre, anxiety-inducing, or life-threatening issues that plagued his existence.

None of them had prepared him for finding a dildo in the dishwasher.

I had so much fun reading this.

Little Overlooked Dreams by Lunette3002 for Marzue

Tim weighed his options. He was alone at night in some alleyway in Gotham. He had nothing except the clothes left on the ground by someone and the cloak wrapped around his skinny shoulders. His camera was nowhere in sight. His backpack was gone too.

He brought the device to his ear. “Hello?”

Whatever talking had been on the other end of the line immediately cut off at his hesitant greeting.

“Who is this?”

Family Photos by KelpieCodyne

“I thought you quit your photo stalking?”

“In my defence, I never said I was quitting, and you never asked if I would,” Tim immediately counters. “So really, this is kind of on you.”

Just because Tim became a bat, doesn’t mean he stopped taking photos of bats. Several times Tim took photos of the batfamily, and one time they took photos of him.

One of my all time favorite fic. And only A03 users can read this fic too.

picture perfect memories by Fandom_Trash224

“I… require assistance with something. I believe you are best-suited for it.”

Tim raises an eyebrow, but motions for the younger boy to enter his room. As Damian does, he slowly closes the door behind him, and Tim notices a small piece of what Tim assumes to be paper in Damian’s hand. Then, he realizes it’s not just a piece of paper: it’s a photo.

Damian approaches Tim, holding out the photo at arm’s length once he’s close enough to do so, saying, “I would like you to explain this photo to me.”

Tim glances down at it, and to both his surprise and mild horror, he recognizes the photo.

Only A03 users can read this fic.

Biphasic Reaction by renecdote

People may have allergic reactions all the time and be fine, but they can also die from them. He has a flash of sudden, morbid curiosity about what the exact statistics for fatal allergic reactions are.

Only A03 users can read this fic.

miles and miles (in their shoes) by JUBE514

Where is Damian? Why can’t he see anything clearly? Where is the little brat? Damian had been by him in the cave when everything had exploded, they had been arguing like always when the two of them had gotten the punishment to go clean the trophy room, stop yelling at each other, stop being at each other's throat for two minutes and go clean the goddamn trophy room-

They had been cleaning, got into another knock out drag out argument, and it had come so close to blows and they had been screaming more than cleaning and-

The stupid fucking shoe, in the magical section- exploded out-

Tim and Damian switch bodies, the two of them realize exactly why the other does the things they do.

The Waynes, Damsels in Distress by hitthedeck

Roses are red, violets are blue, Bruce Wayne and his kids get kidnapped every other week. Some things are just universal, undeniable facts of life.

Or, in which Bruce Wayne is still Batman and his kids are still Robins, but they keep letting themselves get kidnapped because they think it's funny.

Have You Seen My Kids!? by Cute_Bear

Five Times Bruce's kids interrupted him as Bruce Wayne and One Time they interrupted him as Batman with the Justice League.

This is not Tim - centric, but it has really nice batfam fluff.

ten cents richer by Ms_Trickster

You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

That’s how the saying goes. Take enough punches from the universe and eventually it becomes harder and harder to pop back up, to see the worth in fighting back, to stop yourself from turning around and delivering some punches of your own.

Tim never wanted to become the villain—

“Appendicitis,” Tim breathed in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

—but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to burn the world to ashes when shit like this kept happening to him.

A Saturday Evening by malcyon

Jonathan shrugs, catches the expression still on Tim’s face. “We did throw out the cyanide.”

“Only because it expired.”

“Marty.”

“Well, it did.”

*****

Kon invites Tim over for dinner. Tim's not sure if he should have accepted that invitation.

unfurl by shipyrds

"Hey, Dick," Tim says. He's in costume, and fiddling with his gloves, but he doesn't remove his mask: nervous, and trying to hide it. "You've had sex with aliens, right?"

"I'm not going to like where this is going, am I?" Dick says, resigned.

"How did you deal with the whole. Junk situation," Tim says, in his best professional Mission Report voice. Its success is kind of undermined with how red his face is below the domino. — Tim asks some questions. Bruce and Clark come to some realizations.

The Conner Kent Conspiracy Board by Hayleythewriter

Tim figures out Kon’s feelings before Kon does.

His Baby by Musafir

Bruce once made Tim a promise that he would never break, just have to reaffirm later in life.

“Hi Tim. I’m Bruce and I am always going to be here for you.”

Banshee In A Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee)

Tim is five years old when he drowns in his parents' pool. He dies quietly, waiting for parents who love him, but will never be there, to realise that something is wrong. They never show up, and he sinks into oblivion.

When he wakes up and claws his way out of the water, the sun has set, and the lights of his house are on. He is cold and wet and his lungs burn.

But most of all, Tim is alone.

(If you die and no-one is there to see it, were you ever alive in the first place?)

The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks

What the comics neglected to cover after Bruce returns from being lost in time.

Only a03 users can read this fic.

charity by Valkirin for Ms_Trickster

The biggest downside of being adopted by Bruce Wayne is putting up with rich people events, including one where Jason will be in a room with a bunch of rich kids for a couple very long hours while Bruce goes to the adults' meeting. Jason is ready for a very bad time but the Drake kid listens to him from the start and keeps backing up Jason's ideas even though they've never met.

Jason warms up to Tim Drake long before Mad Hatter tries to take over the meeting and Tim backs him up again.

city of stars by lovelyre

College friends-to-lovers AU with Tim Drake.

This is Tim drake x Reader fic. Trust me its really good.

Tricks of the Trade by Jazz020

Jason and Damian learn about Tim's fool proof method of getting what he wants from Superman

Security Updates by Jazz020

Hal, Clark, and Barry find an unexpected guest playing with the watchtowers security.

Vacation at the Watchtower by Jazz020

A continuation of Security Updates

It may have been a mistake to let Tim stay at the Watchtower while he heals from his injury but the kid really needed to get away from his brothers.

“Wait, what if I go to the Watchtower with you.” “I don't think-” “It’ll be great. I'll even help out if you need me to. I'll be the best unpaid intern the Justice League has ever had.”

Birthdays by Jazz020

Bruce was always aware that Jack and Janet Drake were bad parents, but every once in a while they give him an unfortunate reminder.

Loss by Jazz020

Out of all of Tim’s self-destructive tendencies, it was his willingness to die for his loved ones that frightened Alfred most.

Sick by Jazz020

Tim’s never quite figured out the proper behavior for someone who’s sick. Instead of resting, he often makes his way to the Watchtower.

We Can Work It Out by blackash26, Tigrislupa

Damian endeavors to make up for his treatment of Drake and apologize properly; however, Drake refuses to forgive him no matter what he does. Tim does his best to deny, avoid, and ultimately deal with the fact that the demon brat has a crush on him of all people. (Pulling pigtails never felt like quite such an understatement.) Meanwhile, the rest of the family takes sides.

In all of this, there's only one thing everyone agrees on.

Don’t tell Dick.

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you'll never find a thing like today by remrose

"I'm just saying, I don't think I've ever been to one of these things that hasn't ended in explosions," Bart tells them, eyes on the crowds as he tugs at the ends of his cuffs.

To the Boy Who Called Yesterday by Shirokokuro

Bruce wonders when six-year-old Tim changed, when he shed that sad look he’s wearing now.

Or, perhaps, when he got so good at hiding it.

Cough syrup by Stardustwrites17

It’s the coldest night in the year. So of course Tim falls into the Gotham-fucking-harbor.

Featuring a worried dad, Tim's missing spleen, and of course, Tim battling with himself between being independent and letting himself be loved.

Chili dogs seasoned with tears by Robin_The_Robiner

Ever so slowly, Tim looked down at his plate. On it was a steaming chili dog, topped with fried onions and fresh parsley.

“Oh.” he whispered.

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Taking the place of a beloved dead boy was difficult, but Tim managed to do a decent job. He's smart, confident, and put together, so he wasn't effected by their devastating grief at all.

Tim is also a dirty little liar when it comes to his mental health.

A Pile Of Pillows By The Couch by reinersbigtits

Tim has always hated getting sick. He hates the haze and the pain. But, when he finds out his family is sick he jumps in to help without a second thought. However, without a spleen, he's incredibly susceptible to the illness and quickly realizes just how much he's missed out on.

Or: Tim Drakes repressed trauma followed by worried family feels and lots of comfort.

stepping on landmines by Ms_Trickster

There is a scar curved around Drake's neck that Damian does not understand.

So he asks Todd.

the butler's neighbor by deargalileo

It starts with a baseball, thrown onto the wayne's property. it's alfred's job to deal with such happenings, of course. but over tea and galas, it turns into so much more.

after all, why should bruce be the only one allowed to adopt any child that he finds?

Stranger than Fiction by foxy_mulder

"There are details in this document that absolutely no one should know unless they have inside information on us. There’s hints that they know our patrol schedules and regularly keep tabs on us. I don't know who's behind this, or what they want with Batman, but tracking the writer needs to be a priority."

"And this document is… a fanfiction?"

_________

(Tim Drake writes Batman fanfiction. He doesn't expect Batman to actually find it.)

There are many many more fics which i will post later. Have fun reading

#tim drake #batfam #red robin #dc robin #jason todd #good parent bruce wayne #dick grayson is nightwing #damian wayne is a little shit #tim drake is a menace #jason todd is red hood #jason todd is a little shit #fluff #light angst #bart allen #young justice #conner kent #tim drake loves coffee #tim drake centric fic #timkon

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mousestar369 · 5 days

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On Patrol;

Jason: Nods at Dick

Dick: Nods at Jason

Jason: There was an old farmer who lived on a rock, he sat in a meadow just shaking his-

Dick: -fist at some boys who were down by the dock, their feet in the water, their hands on their-

Jason: -marbles and playthings and at half past four, there came a young lady, she looked like a-

Dick: -pretty young creature, she sat on the grass, she pulled up her dress and she showed them her-

Jason: -ruffles and laces and white fluffy duck, she said she was learning a new way to-

Dick: -bring up her children so they would not spit, while the boys in the barnyard were shoveling-

Jason: -refuse and litter from yesterday's hunt, while the girl in the meadow was rubbing her-

Dick: -eyes at the fellow down by the dock, he looked like a man with a sizable-

Jason: -home in the country with a big fence out front, and if he asked her politely, she'd show him her-

Dick: -little pet dog who was subject to fits, and maybe she'd let him grab hold of her-

Jason: -small tender hand with a movement so quick, and then she'd bend over and suck on his-

Dick: -candy, so tasty, made of butterscotch, and then he'd spread whipped cream all over her-

Jason: -cookies that she had left out on the shelf, if you think this is dirty-

Both: -you can go fuck yourself!

Criminal, crying hysterically: What did I do

#jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd is a little shit #source: The Farmer's Daughter (Assumption Song)

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crybabylulu · 7 months

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He’s such a big brother 🥺 I love him so much 😭 ugh he’s so daddy 😩 break my back like a glow stick Jason! My god!

#jason todd #batman #red hood #batfam #jason peter todd #batfam wfa #wfa spoilers #wfa #batman wfa #wfa webtoon #wfa season 2 #jason todd is a little shit #Jason Todd is daddy #batfamily

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kimbobbp · 2 years

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guys guys a concept

jason todd crashing the met gala bc no one was on theme

as an avid classic literature fan, he has a pretty good idea of what the gilded age fashion should look like

and you cant tell me that mans doesn’t have at least ONE extra af gilded age suit

when he saw the first looks he was like.

fuck it.

these bitches aint even close.

so when the infamous rED HOOD struts down the fucking red carpet dECKED OUT in the most extra 3 piece, the reporters go iNSANE

for the next few weeks, red hood has not been seen without a new gilded-age style suit every day on patrol

bruce has the biggest headache, but all the batkids are going apeshit and bouncing off the walls

#jason todd is a little shit #jason todd #red hood #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #met gala #met gala 2022 #gilded age

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ur-fav-lucia · 4 months

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Does anyone else wish that Jason Todd would tease them light-heartedly about their southern accent when they say certain words or phrases or is it just me

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #tumblr dashboard #southern accent #jason todd is a little shit

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undertheredhood · 6 months

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au where jason doesn’t become the red hood, but slowly gets his revenge on the batfamily by tricking them into believing that his ghost is haunting them for failing to avenge him.

#dc comics #dc universe #dcu #batman #red hood #jason todd #jason peter todd #jason was never the angry robin #batfamily #batfam #jason todd deserves better #jason todd au #jason todd gets his revenge #jason ends up using the all blades to kill the joker and it freaks the batfam out #jason todd is a little shit #jason todd is a menace

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sarcasticbambi · 8 months

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Enchanted Chapter I

Next>

“Why did I agree to come again?”

Was the thought running through the heads of two people, neither knowing how the night would end for them.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in one of these events, miss…”

“MDC, Monsieur. You can refer to me as MDC”

“Right… MDC you say…”

“...”

“So, what brings you to the Wayne Gala this year? Oh,I hope you understand the curiosity, it is the first time you’re participating in the event after all.”

Just because you make it sound polite, it doesn’t mean you’re actually being polite you-

To say Marinette was done with the fake and pretentious high-class pigs was the understatement of the century.

Just because you have enough money to be invited here doesn’t mean you’re all that. It just means that M. Wayne will have more money to donate to the associations that will actually use it for something productive.

But then again, she too was invited so it’s not like she can say much. However, she never covered her words with honey to insult someone.

“I’m here as M. Stone’s plus one” “Wasn’t M. Stone’s plus one his manager Ms. Rolling?”

“No! Haven’t you heard? This year he invited his designer!”

Here comes the gossip…

“You mean the very exclusive designer known for working with Clara Nightingale and being the only one capable of keeping up with his extravagant personality?”

“I hear they keep themselves anonymous and so never go to galas and such even though many high-profile personalities invite them everytime.”

“THAT designer?”

The way they all turned to look at her could only be described as a predator ready to launch on their prey.

The compliments were very appreciated, even if her confidence sometimes made her think otherwise. Honestly, if it were in any other situation she’d probably be a blushing and sputtering mess, but considering that it came from these old people with nothing to do but flaunt their money all day, well, lets just say that she felt no remorse in putting the mask of professionalism that often came with dealing with annoying press *cough*Alya*cough* as Ladybug. She just wasn’t sure if the red and gold mask was enough to cover the glare she was sure was on her face. It sure wasn’t enough to cover the deadly annoyed aura she emitted.

“Yes, I-”

“M! There you are! Dad and Penny are looking for you!”

“Oh, Luka! I’ll be right with you! I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen, it seems I’m needed somewhere else. Wouldn’t want to leave M. Stone waiting now would we?”

If Marinette saw the pale faces of the people remembering a certain disaster pertaining to the impatience of one Jagged Stone, neither her nor Luka mentioned anything. And so, the pair of best friends left the group of pretentious old people to their gossip and judging words covered with honey so thick it might as well give you cavities. “Is Uncle Jagged really calling for me?”

“No, but I had to intervene, you looked ready to murder those people with your glare alone!” Luka said with a chuckle. “Ugh! Stop laughing, it’s not funny! Why did I even agree to come again! This is exactly why I’ve rejected all of the invitations!!”

“Well, you know how dad can be…” another chuckle

“Don’t I?! He threatened to destroy one of the suits I made him! And not just any suit, but the one specifically made to open the stage on his upcoming tour!”

“It can’t be that bad, I mean, you made them almost 100% Jagged proof so no accidents could happen right? Even if he tried I’m pretty sure it’d be very difficult to damage them beyond repair”

“Oh no, you don't understand. He threatened to have Fang “play” with the suit! I may have made them Jagged proof, but they’re hardly CROCODILE PROOF!!”

“... You don’t really believe he’d go that far,do you?”

“Oh dear Luka, I don’t need to believe, I know so. And you want to know how I know that? Because he actually had the audacity of sending a picture of the suit dangling in front of Fang and the little menace looking at it like the most delicious snack ever!!!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

The silence that fell upon them was the comfortable kind, the one that wraps you like a warm blanket on a cold evening. Even though their relationship didn’t work, they didn’t let that get in the way of a very understanding friendship. Both parties know how to appreciate and lift each other up when needed, especially with the weight of the responsibilities held in their shoulders.

“I think I'm going to stay on the side for a bit. I'm pretty sure if I have to continue another one of these fake conversations, I'm going to say or do something I'll regret and maybe get Uncle Jagged in trouble.”

“It’s ok, after a couple months of following dad to these things I know how bad they can be. And by the way, you - more than anyone else really - should know that my dad doesn’t need you being honest with these people to get him in trouble. He gets himself in trouble all the time! Honestly, I can't say with 100% certainty that trouble isn’t somehow his middle name.” The snort that followed this comment was somehow covered well enough to look elegant, how he did it? She’s still trying to figure it out.

“Yeah, I’m well aware” a soft smile appears on Marinette’s face, memories of various chaotic fittings coming to mind when thinking of her honorary uncle. Sometimes she wonders how Jagged and Anarka managed to give birth to the most quiet (and shy, in Juleka’s case) kids she knows, considering their personalities! Kagami is the only exception to the rule since her quietness and composure comes from years of training and discipline.

“I have to go find dad, you know he needs someone to keep him in check and Penny is trying to get a night to herself. Are you sure you’ll be ok?”

“Yes, I'll be fine. Go find him and help Penny keep the few years that Jagged has yet to make her lose to stress” Marinette said with a giggle.

“Ok, but be safe. If you need anything just call and I’ll be right here.”

“I didn’t know I brought my mum with me.” She said with a roll of her eyes “Don’t worry, I’ll just stay on the side of the room, I’ll even text you if I decide to go and check if the gardens are as amazing as they claim.”

“Ok. I’ll see you in a bit then, you know dad wants to introduce you to his friend.”

“Oui, oui, now leave so I can people watch and judge if these macarons are good enough.”

After one last reluctant look at the petite girl he now considers a sister, Luka left to find his dad.

Marinette walks to the table holding the array of snacks and picks up a pink macaron, turning it side to side judging its appearance first and then taking a small bite. It’s not as good as the ones she bakes with her parents back home, but considering all she has eaten in the US in the past week, suffice to say that it was up to her standards. She would not mind having a second one.

Resting her back against the marble pillar at the corner of the room, she settles with people watching for the time being. Wandering bluebell eyes land on the group of kids on the other side of the room where they were playing with each other, before spotting the tall ginger gentleman in a crouch speaking with a little girl. At first she was suspicious, but judging by the little she can see of the interaction - the little girl giggling at something the man said - she relaxes a bit more, guessing it’s someone she knows or is acquainted with.

After people watching for a couple moments more, she gets bored and decides to indeed check the famous Martha Wayne Gardens, perhaps she’ll even get a strike of inspiration, who knows. Sending a message to Luka so he doesn’t worry, she moves along to the exit, unaware of the little green eyes following her form.

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Roy Harper was definitely not listening to Jason Todd ever again. No matter what.

“It’ll be fun!” he said.

“I’ll be there with you the whole time!” he said.

“Lian will have fun!” he said-

Ok, that last one is true. She is enjoying herself and playing with kids her age outside of school. But still, WHY DID I AGREE TO COME TO ONE OF THESE THINGS? The suits are uncomfortable, the people are annoying, Jason is off somewhere (probably at the bar avoiding the dangling pieces of meat that can’t seem to understand the word ‘no’) the list goes on and on!

Turning around, Roy leaves to go check on the kids. He knows he doesn’t need to worry, the Waynes would obviously only get the best of the best, security included, so he knows his daughter is in good hands. But he still prefers it when he has eyes on his little girl, no need for unnecessary troubles…

And Jason can make fun of how she has him wrapped around her pinky all he wants, later.

Not like you can say much right, Uncle Jay Jay?

Going up to the little kids group, Lian spots him immediately and runs up to him, mischief clear in the same green eyes he sees everyday in the mirror.

“Hey baby. Everything good?”

“Of course daddy, I’m a big girl now! You don't need to go around worrying about me!” she exclaimed, puffing her little chest up and making herself seem taller to get her point across.

“I know princess. I’m sorry for doubting your capability of not getting yourself in trouble or not creating chaos”

“*le gasp* Daddy!” The grin that appeared on his face betrayed the look in his eyes. He would do anything to protect his little girl, mischievous or not. He’d do anything for her, hunt the whole world down for whatever she asked and from whoever had it, if only to be able to keep that smile on her little face everyday.

“I don’t get in trouble! Trouble is the one to always find me! What do you want me to do, ignore it? You yourself said that it was rude to ignore people..”

Oh Lord. She knew exactly what she was doing, and there was absolutely nothing he could do, so with a resigned sigh he looked up at his daughter again and cleans the little bit of cream from the pastry she was eating earlier.

“Was the cream puff so good that even your cheeks wanted a bite?”

“Yes! You should try some yourself!” The little giggle she released hid the glance she threw at the masked lady on the other side of the room.

“Let's go then.”

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Glancing around, the gardens were indeed quite beautiful. It’s a pity that Martha Wayne passed away, because even though it’s been years since the accident and someone else is in charge of it, it’s very obvious that the foundation of the garden is still the same as it was some twenty years ago.

With the care she is sure the gardens receive everyday, she can see why they’re called the best gardens in Gotham after the Gotham Botanical Gardens. But that is only because it’s Ivy who’s taking care of them - it doesn’t matter how good you may be at caring for plants, no one can beat Poison Ivy’s ability of bringing them to the best of their potential.

It’s not long after moving around the gardens that Marinette hears her name being shouted from the entrance of it.

guess it’s time to go back to that insanity. It was good while it lasted

Getting up from the bench she found around one of the several fountains, she fixed her dress and moved back inside.

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Seeing Lian try and “sneak” another cream puff from him, Roy decides that that’s enough.

“Come on little troublemaker, enough cream puffs. Your daddy won’t be able to endure another sugar high session.”

Ladies and gentlemen and non-binary people, this single statement brings forth the most challenging battle Roy has ever fought - and if you know about his… nightly past time, you know that he’s had several and very complicated battles, some even had him on the brink of death!

I introduce you, ‘The Pout’, by Lian Harper!

Obviously, Roy can never say no to his precious little girl. Who would be able to after seeing ‘The Pout’. At this point, not even Jason can say he’s managed to achieve such a feat!

“Princess, baby, light of my life, don’t do this to me. Please!”

“But daddy, just one more!” ‘The Pout’ intensifies…

“You said that last time too…”

“I promise! I’ll even get away from the table! We can go outside to the gardens!”

If Roy wasn’t so desperate to get his daughter away from the pastry and snacks table, he would have been able to identify the glint that appeared in his daughter’s eyes whenever she was up to no good. But alas, he was too busy.

“Ok honey, one last one and that’s that! You promised!”

“Yes, yes. Now let’s go into the gardens! I saw a fairy move there and I DEFINITELY need to meet her!”

“… a fairy?” The look of confusion on his face spoke volumes.

“YES! She was wearing a gold and red dress! And her hair was so pretty too! It shone in the light! I’m pretty sure only fairies’ hair shines like that!”

Thinking it was another one of Lian’s fairytail settings where he’s required to play along and help her uncover mysteries or save someone (*cough*princess Lian*cough*), Roy just sets her down, holds her hands and guides her to the closest balcony. It’s too cold outside for them to actually walk around the garden, but it’ll be fine to stay on the balcony where they can oversee them. Should be enough for whatever adventure Lian’s mind conjured this time.

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“Daddy look! It’s the fairy!”

Looking out the balcony towards where Lian's small fingers pointed, Roy finally understood what she meant when she said she saw a fairy.

There, standing in front of the fountain with a glass of what he can only assume to be the expensive champagne being handed around the party, stood the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes upon. Luscious strands of midnight hair fell down her back only to stop at the small curvature of her back. The strands were so dark it shone blue in the light of the full moon that for once was visible in the dark, gloomy and foggy sky of good old Gotham.

Her red dress fell down to the crisp grass he was sure Alfred kept at the exact same even height every single time. Whoever made the dress, knew for sure what they were doing, because it seemed to float even though he saw it drag through the grass when she moved. Although there wasn't much he could make out from the distance he was observing her, he could still see the shine of the gold lining and details in the dress with the small movements she made.

And wasn't that a blessing. Because when she moved, he was able to see a bit more of her features; the pale skin that seemed to glisten in the moonlight, and the blue orbs that shone as bright as the bluest of sapphires to have ever been found, looked in his direction, and he was sure that time stopped right then and there.

Like some kind of spell, he was entranced by the beauty that stood feet away from him surrounded by the most beautiful of greenery, making her fit for the word his daughter had used to describe her: a fairy. A Garden Fairy. He should tell Alfred that he did such a good job at keeping the garden in shape, that it was blessed by the presence of the most ethereal of fairies.

After a couple seconds of eye contact, her attention was given to something else - probably someone calling her, from the way she seemed to react. And so, after another glance his way, the Garden Fairy (as he’s decided to call her until he finds out her name) turns fully towards the building and starts walking inside, finally vanishing under the big balcony he was standing in.

“Awww, she left Daddy!” his daughter spoke for the first time since getting into the balcony with him. Or he’s assuming it was the first time, since he was completely entranced by the Garden Fairy and would probably not have heard any comment from his daughter. Which, by her mischievous smirk, was a very accurate assumption.

“She was very pretty wasn’t she? I told you she was! Did you see her hair? I told you it was amazing! I also want hair like hers!!”

“Yes, yes she was. And you were very right, she does have pretty hair. Maybe we should get back inside to get away from the cold and maybe find this Garden Fairy of yours to get some hair tips?”

“That’s a great idea! Let’s go!”

Picking up the 6 years old, Roy turns around to head into the salon, when his daughter gets his attention again. And the look in her eyes? It spelled trouble.

“But Daddy, I never called her Garden Fairy!”

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Meet-Ugly [Jason Todd x Reader]

summary: you meet red hood. it’s not great. not really, anyway. warning: some horror elements but nothing too extreme a/n: this is so messy i’m sorry

How the goddamn, everloving fuck did you get in this situation again?

Oh, right. You’re young, stupid and broke, which means doing batshit crazy things to get even fifty cents to go towards your student loan. Besides, it’s Gotham, you were bound to end up in a sticky spot somehow; but one of your own making? One of your own doing?

This was a new low.

For, currently, you were clinging onto the rail of a window washing cart, that had previously been at the top of a six storey building, as it plummeted towards the ground, your terrified screaming loud and evident.

Allow me to explain.

Clarisa, one of your friends at university, was one of your biggest supporters --- she let you crash at her place whenever the power went out at yours (again, Gotham), she helped you with lecture notes and so forth. But despite her intelligence in academia, she had a wild streak, and true to that nature, she bet you forty dollars that you wouldn’t be able to go into a deserted building on the outskirts of the city, and stay in there for three hours without running out. She would pick the building, and you’d be given a flashlight, your phone and a bag of crisps for the ride; then, you’d be left in there, and she’d wait outside, to make sure that a) nobody came and saw, and b) that you didn’t cheat.

And like a fool, you agreed.

Clarisa had chosen an abandoned warehouse, that used to house some docking crates, and supposedly had been used by smugglers as well. “Legend has it,” she told you, with a dramatic flap of hand, as you two stood outside the structure, “that the ghosts of those workers still haunt these halls, looking for their lost schedules.”

“Don’t you mean their lost paychecks?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, before sighing in exasperation, “Let’s just get this over with. By the end of this, I’m expecting forty dollars, got it?”

“Yes,” she snorted, “you’re no fun. You not scared some vengeful spirit is gonna attack you?”

“I’d scare them off with my lack of self preservation,” you replied bluntly. “My life is pain, my art is pain.”

“Ok, fuckin’... Gerard Way wannabe,” Clarisa conceded. “You got everything you need? Phone, flashlight, crisps?”

“Check, check, check,” you listed off.

“Right, get in there bitch, and come out when I call you. You take one step outside and you’re losing your lunch tomorrow,” she gave you a playful shove, and you groaned in annoyance, cursing your substantial money deficiency, before trudging over to the entrance.

And hell, it was dark inside. You squinted in surprise, then hastily turned on your flashlight, to observe your surroundings; nothing much, just a few dusty boxes, though there were a large amount of feathers, weirdly enough, scattered on the floor. You peered up, till you found the staircase, stoney and grimey, leading to the upper levels --- you paused, then shrugged, you’d be in here for a while, might as well explore, no?

(Bad, bad, bad, bad fucking idea.)

Making your way up the steps, you noticed how the sounds echoed off the walls, hollow and empty, while the walls were stained with something that looked suspiciously like dried blood. It gave you some apprehension, but nothing to dissuade you; you came out at the second floor, and wandered over to the window, which was completely glassless, allowing you to poke your head out. You spotted Clarisa, the way down, and waved, with a small grin -- she waved back.

Just as you retreated, to go up to the next floor, for this one seemed pretty empty, there was a noise.

A scuffle.

The tiniest little shift.

You turned, very slowly. Nothing was there. You didn’t believe in ghosts, but you sure as hell weren’t about to take any chances with any crackheads bounding around the place like rabid dogs. Warily, you shone your torch into the expanse, over the various rotting boxes, yet still found nothing; keeping your gaze in front of you, you moved back towards the staircase.

Then, a giggle. A literal small peal of laughter, from the far side of the room. Your eyes widened so large you thought they’d pop out of your skull -- your blood pumped hard through your veins, your head screaming at you to run you dumb fuck. But you just stood there, stock still for a moment, processing the situation.

The sound of scrabbling on dirt came next, but you didn’t even have time to do that; because a fully sized person scuttled from one box to the other so fast you didn’t have time to blink.

This time, you fucking screeched. No, no, no, no, no demon people, not demon people, Ronald Reagan shitting on a stick, no! You bolted, and for some fucking stupid reason, you went up, instead of down, and stumbled onto the third level with a wheeze.

And there, you ran smack bang into a large wall; well, what you thought was a wall. You choked, and stumbled back, still fueled by adrenaline, to see what had blocked your route, to come face to face with a faceless bucket with white slits for eyes.

Of course, you knew who this bitch was. Red Hood, the vigilante who never skipped leg day and had a mouth that would make a sailor blush. You’d seen him on the news far too many times.

“What the hell are you doing here?” his voice was deep and dry, as he placed his hands on his hips, right above his thigh holsters (which looked fucking sexy---).

So, you tried to explain yourself, sputtering like a broken tap, “There’s a --- a ghost --- a fucking --- demon---”

“What?” he asked incredulously, tilting his head.

“Demon man! Fucking demon man!” you exclaimed, “Possessed bastard! Take him to church or something!”

“Ok, woah,” Red Hood emitted a short chuckle. “Hold up there. First of all, there’s no demon man in here; I know because I just did a sweep of the whole building. Second of all, don’t assume their gender.”

You fumed, “If they have a penis then shoot it!” you demanded, smacking the gun at his side, “You have these things for a fucking reason, don’t you?!”

He stared at where you’d touched him, then peered back up at you, “Did you just slap my ass?”

“No!” you defended helplessly, waving your hands around manically, “If I did touch you there I’m sorry, I was not aiming for that area!”

“You’re bold, sweetheart. I like that in a partner.”

“You could be a middle age man and I wouldn’t even know it! Look, you’re hot, but the demon person is---”

There was a feral screech from behind you, and you turned around in horror, to find a very unstable looking fucker at the bottom of the stairs, practically drooling at the mouth. He took one look at you, and then started scrambling up the stairs to get you; instantly, you booked it, racing up the stairs again, while Red Hood called after you; you didn’t care to hear what he said, too busy trying to fuck off.

Panting, you reached the highest floor, and stumbled over to the casement around the back of the building, blinking in surprise when you found a trolley outside, for window washing. A quick throwaway glance at the doorway, and you made your decision, clambering out, and stepping onto the wobbly metal. You stared anxiously at the straining metal cables, before kneeling down to glance at the mechanism, to see if you could get it to go all the way down.

You jolted, as you heard footsteps, and lifted your head to find Red Hood back again, audibly out of breath as he approached you. “Ok, you were right, there is a demon man,” he admitted. “Can you work this thing out so you can get down? Then I’ll be able to deal with him, I don’t think I hit him hard enough.”

“What? No! I don’t know how a fifty year old trolley thing works!” you blurted out.

“You’re cute, you’ll be fine.”

“No to both! I can’t do this!”

Unexpectedly, he grabbed your chin with one gloved hand, and you choked in shock. His blank slits narrowed at you, before he stated, “Yes you can. I promise I’ll save you if anything happens.”

You gulped, before nodding quietly, and getting to work with fiddling with the wires. God, you’d been here for like ten fucking minutes. You weren’t even going to get your money.

Honestly, what happened next was an absolute drug trip --- the demon man appeared at the door; you yelled; Red Hood took aim with his gun and shot; the impact of it caused the building to rattle; which in turn made one of the cables snap.

And then --- whoosh! you were falling.

You let out a curdling scream, flailing around, as one hand gripped the metal bars that were just about giving you a semblance of control. The ground was approaching fast, the wind in your hair, and your whole body upturned, as you sped down like a meteorite.

Then, an arm wrapped around your waist, and you felt yourself be pulled away from the metal structure, just as it crashed into the dirt, with an earsplitting screech. Instead, you were lifted, as Red Hood used one of his cable guns to hoist you both onto another building close by --- he landed on the roof, and you wilted slightly, relieved at having floor under your feet again.

“What the fuck --- happened?” you stuttered, struggling to find words.

“Shot the bastard,” he returned, “just in the knee, so he can’t go anywhere.” He paused, before he spoke again. “You good?” he questioned, sounding a little sheepish.

“No,” you responded dully, shaking your head, trying to ignore how warm and comforting his arm felt around you. He let you go, almost reluctantly, and you moved to lean on the wall, breathing in deeply --- “I’m not gonna get my forty dollars,” you mumbled.

“That’s why you were in there? For money?”

You nodded glumly, and wiped your face in a mournful manner. “It was a dumb idea anyway,” you muttered.

You heard him sigh, and raised your gaze to look at him, as he pocketed his gun. “I don’t have any cash on me,” he stated.

You frowned, “I wasn’t asking for any.”

“I know,” Red Hood took a moment, as if pondering something, before walking over to you slowly; you tried not to look nervous. “But I guess I could give you something else.”

“Why do you need to give me something?” you questioned, genuinely baffled.

“I didn’t save you in time, that’s something that requires a token of apology,” he answered, tilting his head in an almost cocksure manner. “So? Do you want anything in particular or can I... choose?”

You felt very, very, very hot in that second. “I’m... not that picky.”

“Wonderful,” he expressed, before to your amazement, he gripped the sides of his helmet, and lifted it off his head; you didn’t really get enough time to drink in his features, all you really recollected was a head of bushy black hair, a well built face, (and a white streak?), along with a piercing set of teal eyes.

You didn’t get enough time, because he kissed you. Hard.

You felt your entire body heat up at the spontaneity of it all, but enjoyed it nonetheless -- he was a good fucking kisser. He touched your waist briefly, to move it towards his, as he feverishly moved his mouth against yours, giving you no time to breath. Your face wrinkled in embarrassment, but you tried to reciprocate nonetheless, to which he smiled, and bit down on your bottom lip playfully.

Then, it was gone, quick as that, leaving you flustered and baffled.

You heard him chuckle, as your expression was clearly showing your embarrassment, and he leaned forwards to give you another small smooch, this time lighter and less intense.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he crooned, “forgive me? If not, I can always take you out for dinner, just call me,” he finished. Then through half lidded eyes, as you awoke from your haze, you just about made out his figure jumping off the roof, as he slipped his helmet back on, obviously off to go do other vigilante things.

You stood there, for ten seconds, trying to process what the fuck had just gone on.

“Oh my god, you’re alive!” Clarisa came running up the stairs to the roof, somehow having found where you were, gaining your attention, “I heard gunshots, and went looking for you... how the fuck did you get up here?!”

“Errr...” you trailed off, rubbing your mouth nervously, burning up like a kettle. “I, uh...”

“What’s wrong?” she questioned curiously.

“Nothing...” you stuffed your hands into your pockets, to feign nonchalance, and coughed; except, you felt a piece of paper that definitely hadn’t been there before, and fished it out curiously.

“Wait, you’re annoyed about not getting your money, aren’t you? Cuz you know I can give it to you, you look pretty traumatised.”

“Nah,” a big stupid grin spread across your face, when you inspected the slip, which had a string of numbers scrawled upon it. “I think I just got something better.”

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