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goldentemplariumcrow · 9 months
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Had the funniest dream last night. It involved @nerdybirdboy , @arobinwithoutbatman and Lio.
Poor @arobinwithoutbatman 's Tim found a bunny running around the city, escaping from a random mad scientist and was trying to find their owner, only for @nerdybirdboy come rushing by, because the tracker in the bunbun's skin never stopped working and he followed it.
So, there were two Tims looking at each other, one confuse of why the other was there, and the other wondering how the bunny managed to somehow find his other him.
But the funniest part was when one Tim asked the other about the bunbun, because one of them knows Lio as a shy, little boy, while the other is dating Lio's teenage self. The awkwardness of the moment the two Tim realized this was hilarious. Shame I had to wake up.
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arobinwithoutbatman · 11 months
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@nerdybirdboy continued from here
“You’re telling me. I swear, the city doesn’t know how to take a night off.”
He grinned and shifted so he was no longer perching on his toes and instead sitting comfortably on the gargoyle.
“Anyone in particular tonight or just low level gangs and petty crimes?”
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kryptonianclone · 8 months
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❝ Well, I didn’t plan for this. ❞
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My adventures with superman || Accepting
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Kon looked at Tim first surprised and then shocked. Tim Drake? Didn't have a plan? What was going on? Did Kon fall in to some other universe where Tim hadn't been prepared to fight something. Oh this was good. This was so good, Kon was not going to let this one go for months. Now was his time to shine and be the big hero that saved the day. "Okay don't worry about it, we all have our off days!" Kon by no means had a plan either but he didn't need plans. He was Superboy. That was better than having a plan. "Alright you stand back and away from the big goo monster and I'll just shoot some heat vision at it and see what happens!" It was so totally going to explode and it was going to look so cool.
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optimisticrobin · 9 months
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👫 (You don't have to since we haven't actually interacted.)
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Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship
Dick has always been impressed by Tim. Not just anybody could uncover their identities and track him down after all. He respects him, and that is part of the reason that he chose Damian to be his Robin rather than Tim. Damian needed to be Robin. Tim didn't. Tim was ready to be a hero in his own right.
Tim and Dick have always been close. I think part of the reason for this is that he doesn't want to fail again. He wasn't there for Jason. At least not enough to properly bond with him and he'll always regret not being a good enough brother. With Tim, he wanted to be different. He wanted to be there for him.
Dick is so damn proud of him and he wants him to know that. He's proud of not only the hero he's become, but the person. He doesn't think Tim needs him anymore – he's growing up, after all – but that doesn't mean he won't always be there for him.
He'll always be grateful that Tim was able to bring Bruce back to the light after Jason's death and was happy to give him his blessing to take up the mantle of Robin even if he was worried about him.
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mr007pennyworth · 2 years
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@nerdybirdboy (lol)
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brucieboy297 · 11 months
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"Bruce, I..." Tim hesitated, shoulders tensed and gaze on the floor. "I-I just... I just wanted to... to say that... that... I..." He couldn't say it. That word was a hard one. Love. "You mean a lot to me, Bruce." Close enough, he guessed.
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"I love you too, Tim."
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continued from here {x}
With his mind on Foggy and trying to ensure the man didn’t get himself in too over his head with passing out their business cards, Matthew almost missed a surprising attendee making his way across the room. He was young, far younger than all of the other guests. A teenager by the sound of his heartbeat. Poor kid most likely felt like a fish out of water weaving his way through a sea of high society people and their checkbooks, making his way over to one of the tables nearby…and apparently tried the champagne.
“If it helps, it’s disgusting when you’re older too. It’s just expected that you drink it without complaint.” Matthew piped in with a warm playful smile for the younger at the table next to him, though he continued to stare straight on at nothing. Fingertips tapped mindlessly along the handle of the cane, he finished off the last of his champagne and set it aside, tilting his head towards the teenager.
"Any chance you would be kind enough to flag down a waiter for me so I can get another glass? It might be disgusting but its what makes these things tolerable."
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aidanwaynealghul · 1 year
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|| CLOSED || Danny & Tim ||
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Danny had been in the city for a day or two, holing up in abandoned apartments well he worked up the courage to go talk to Damian? Not all that difficult when you would fly through walls and turn invisible. He was running low on the cash Sam had given him but as long as he kept up on the ectoplasm he needed? He didn't need to eat as much as most people, and Frostbite had given him more than enough to last a few weeks at least.
The real problem? He couldn't stop with the fighting, other than the stars protecting people was his main obsession and in Gotham? One was easier then the other to fullfil. It was because of that that he found himself helping Red Robin knock out a group of goons not far off from the apartment he'd been squatting in. After they were all dispatched and the vigilante turned to him he help up his hands and said. “Hey, whoa. Ghost are friends, not targets. I come in peace.”
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itsybitsyparker · 1 year
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@nerdybirdboy​ cont. from here
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“Balance, right,” Peter drawled not even bothering to hide the disbelief in his voice. He put a hand on Tim’s shoulder to steady him, and to catch him if he were to fall again. “Red, when’s the last time you slept?”
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lostxndbroken · 2 years
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@nerdybirdboy continued from (HERE)
“Did you really think I would?” Tim asked, trying to smile through the rapidly increasing pain. “T’City needs you…” he added before he went on to try and focus on staying awake and not making too much noise.
By the time they reached the hospital, Tim went in and out of consciousness, due to both pain and blood loss. Somehow a part of him noticed they were at a hospital. It was the light and the smell. Hospitals had a very distinct environment. Tim’s eyelid felt like they were made of lead. He tried to force them open. Oliver. Where was Oliver? “Arr… ow…” he mumbled, but his words got muffled by something being placed over his face. Not long after that, everything went dark.
Tim woke up slowly, even before he opened his eyes he could feel the ache in his body. It felt like he had been hit by a truck and not a bullet. He couldn’t help but groan, which hurt, mainly because his throat was so dry. “Ollie?” he croaked, as he opened his eyes and looked for the man who had taken him in.
Oliver knew very well that Tim wouldn’t stay home if he caught wind of the Arrow being on the roofs at night, but he thought he could sneak past the boy unnoticed. “Fuck it, Tim, why don’t you ever listen to me?” Oliver muttered between gritted teeth.
By the time Tim woke up, Oliver had changed in normal attire and he was sitting by the boy’s bedside. His elbows resting on his knees and his face placed on his hands, fingers rubbing over his lips. Oliver was concerned about Tim. He felt like he had failed the young boy, failed to protect him, to keep him safe, even if deep down, he knew that keeping Tim out of it was impossible. This kid had a kind of hunger for justice that he recognized in himself.
“Tim?” Oliver sat up straight when he heard his name. “Why did you jump before me, hmm? You could have died!” The archer showed father-like worry, he couldn’t help it. Tim was his responsibility, and he cared more for the boy than he’d like to admit.
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@nerdybirdboy from here
The abductor on the other side of the line took a few extra seconds to get back to his hostile speech, stunned by Tim's calm response to his demands. "You want to hear your friend? Fine! Someone wake the blondie and get him to speak!" There was shuffling for some moments and then came out the voice of the group's abductee, a very slurry and heavy Italian asking for five more minutes of sleep. "There! You got your proof!"
They got Dionisus. How? Hard to know. Chances were Dio let himself be abducted rather than actually had been captured by the group, just so he could have an extra nap, since work had been crushing over him like crazy lately.
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arobinwithoutbatman · 9 months
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@nerdybirdboy continued from here
"Sure is!" He chirped back, sitting down next to his older self cross legged and holding out a box of donuts. "Want one? Treated myself to all my favourite savory and sweet stuff already. Had a little private picnic on the Belfry balcony."
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kryptonianclone · 7 months
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“  i’m not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on.  ”
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Prompts for emotionally stunted idiots || Accepting
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Kon looked to the mess that had been made of the base then back to Tim who looked royally pissed off. Tim normally looked like this though. That was like his resting face. It was his tone of voice that tipped Kon off to the fact that he was pretty angry. "Listen, we were left unsupervised and Bart was watching how its made and then decided 'Oh hey I can make that' and then I'll admit he did succeed but also the place got destroyed. It's been a really long day."
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volucerrubidus · 2 years
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closed starter for @nerdybirdboy
The spring was a long enough walk into the woods that Timothy had set off in the mid-morning light, only for it to become an afternoon heat by the time he reached it. He was carrying a pack with him, as well as a blowgun he’d swiped from the armory when no one was looking.
He wasn’t allowed to be here. He knew that plenty well, considering the sheer volume of times the order had been passed onto him at the barest hint of his own curiosity, from anyone with any authority over him at all.
The problem with that was that the more it was given to him, the more he wanted to break it. So, really, it wasn’t his fault. Bruce and Kal should have known better than to discourage him from this.
It had taken him the entirety of his undercover tenure in the Kingdom of Storms to formulate a foolproof plan which would keep him entirely out of suspicion for this unauthorized visit—though, he wasn’t sure it mattered now, considering the impending war hanging over everyone’s heads. He didn’t think anyone was really looking for him, with so many preparations to work on instead.
Regardless, he enacted it how he’d planned anyway, signing himself up for a two-day travel mission, making all necessary appearances beforehand to make it convincing. As it was, he was meant to be walking through the countryside and recruiting able-bodied warriors for the Els.
Rather than spend the day canvassing, however, he was wandering deep into the woods, cloaking himself in the underbrush and shadows, and then knocking out the guards who kept watch over the little spring with a well-aimed dart for each of them.
Binding the pair to a tree out of earshot, he wrapped cloth around their sleeping eyes, and then finally—finally—crept into the clearing.
Struggling to veil his interest, he approached the edge of the water, perhaps a little too closely. He should have been more cautious, but an unsated curiosity pulled him forward until the water lapped at the toes of his boots.
“Who is it who lives here?” He asked, clenching his fists, as if steeling himself. “I seek an audience.”
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mr007pennyworth · 1 year
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Onslaught of Headcanons incoming (slowly);
Okay, so I've been working BTS on a lot of headcanons regarding Alfred and several muses. I have a few more for other muses that I was working on but due to work and a few other RP related issues I've had to hold them back. I will slowly get through posting these hopefully. Feel free to reblog them etc when they appear if they fit for you.
Alf x Gareth: Do you Trust me? (Army Days)
Alf x Gareth: Rose Bushes Lead Me To You (Wedding Verse)
Alf x Gareth: Pawns can be Kings (Army Days)
Alf x Gareth: Hearts and Spades (Wedding Verse)
Alf x Gareth: Crashing is never easy (Army Days)
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Alf x Wendy: Bats and Ladders
Alf x Wendy: Money Wars
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Alf & Jason: Take Aim
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Alf & Bruce: Bruises (Young Verse)
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Alf & Barry: One Face, Two Minds, Ten Speeds (Adopted Verse)
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defyxoblivion · 1 year
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"Hi! Nick! My favorite brother. How're you doing?" Tim said through the phone when his brother answered. It was not hard to figure out he wanted something. Not just from his words, but it sounded like he was moving around quickly, jumping and dodging something. "So, i found this book and opened it and there's this... imp-like thing... he's quick... not too friendly... Ouch! You little... Sorry... any suggestions what to do?" The little thing had managed to bite him with his small needle sharp fangs. "Kinda need help with this, asap."
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Nick had almost ignored the phone in favor of the blonde man in his bed, but John had suggested he answer. So far, he'd learned to trust his boyfriend's intuition. Some kind of psychic magnetism. So he picked up, then sat up on the bed, feet hanging over the edge.
"Damn it, Tim. Were you going through my things again?" Sure, the magical crap he'd left behind at Wayne Manor was temping but damn it. This was so annoying.
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"I knew I should have just banished that little fuck." But he didn't, because he was too lazy to bother. "His name is Kxyykthil. Use the name and he will have to obey you. Then just order him back into the book."
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