#tim drake positivity week

[awhitehead17]

It’s not what it looks like!

TimKon, Compromising Positions, Embarrassed Everyone, Injuries, Massages, Humour, Established Relationship, Tim and Kon being good boyfriends.

Summary: As far as first impressions go, Tim and Kon certainly make themselves memorable as not once but twice they’re caught in compromising positions by their dads. Everyone involved is left feeling embarrassed and awkward however at least no one’s completely naked.

Enjoy! :D

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. Now shut up and let me concentrate.”

“Tim…”

“Conner.”

Gritting his teeth Kon stops talking and accepts Tim’s reassurance. If his boyfriend is confident then who is he to question him. Although…

“Are you sure your dad won’t come home? This isn’t exactly the ideal situation for him to walk in on right now.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Tim leans back and looks up at Kon from where he’s kneeling on the bathroom floor between Kon’s legs. If it had been any other situation Kon would be salivating at the sight before him, because honestly what’s better than having his attractive boyfriend between his legs, however the deep pulsing and throbbing sensation coming from his thigh makes it hard to think about those sort of things.

Tim reaches out and grips Kon’s twitching thigh and holds it steady as he continues to stare at him, seeming peeved about Kon’s paranoia. “He’s not due home for another couple hours, that’s why we’re here instead of elsewhere. Now stay still and let me treat this.”

Kon hisses when Tim prods the throbbing wound in his thigh. He leans back against the bathtub for support and grips onto the slippery thermoformed acrylic as best as he could. He knows this isn’t going to be pleasant and automatically tenses up when Tim draws near with a needle.

“Kon you need to relax,” Tim tells him softly but firmly.

With his jaw still clenched, he glares down at Tim. “I’m trying. It’s not exactly easy.”

Tim rolls his eyes but momentarily holds off stabbing his skin with a needle, instead he takes to stroking the uninjured muscles of his thigh in attempts to help him relax.

It takes a while but it starts to work and Kon could slowly feel the tension seeping out of his body as he leans more on the bathtub for support. He would love nothing more but to melt into the soothing actions however the deep pulsing of the bleeding wound stops him from relaxing all the way.

Without thinking about it, Kon grumbles in annoyance. “I can think of many better things for you to be doing between my legs right now.”

Tim’s massaging action stops as his boyfriend looks up at him with an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Oh really? Unfortunately for us someone thought it would be a good idea to listen to a certain ginger when he suggested an insane idea of a dare and ended up hurt instead.”

Okay Tim may have a point there. It is kind of his fault that they’re now in this situation, well actually it’s Bart’s fault they’ve ended up here, their best friend knows damn well that Kon never backs down from a dare no matter how insane or stupid it may be.

They’re lucky Tim knows first aid and has an entire suture kit at home which he can use. As a result of Bart’s dare Kon ended up with a deep wound on his inner thigh which needs to be treated, Tim deemed it large enough to need some stitches and after refusing to go to the hospital his boyfriend offered up his assistance. They ended up coming back to Tim’s house in order to treat it while no one (according to Tim) is home. And that’s how Kon’s ended up partially dressed wearing his t-shirt and boxers with Tim kneeling between his legs so he could see the wound clearly.

While Kon had been lost in his thoughts Tim had gone ahead and started with the stitches. A sharp sting brings him back to the present and it takes all of Kon’s willpower to stop himself from hitting Tim out of pure instinct. Instead he grits his teeth and clenches his fists tightly.

However long Tim stays between his legs stitching his skin up, they seem to both get lost in the moment as odd as it may be. Tim gets into a rhythm that allows his to swiftly stitch up Kon’s wound to his best ability while Kon breathes deeply and tries anything to keep his mind distracted from the sharp throbbing sensation happening in his thigh. The two of them being distracted as they are is probably the main reason why neither of them had heard someone coming home, the reason why they didn’t realise they were no longer alone until the bathroom door is slamming open to reveal a rather concerned Bruce Wayne in the doorway.

The room falls silent as the three of them all freeze. All Kon could do is stare at the man he’s only ever heard about, Tim is frozen in place between his legs with his eyes wide and body stiff with tension and Bruce stands there observing the two of them with what started out as concern before it changes into something of bewilderment then embarrassment.

After several moments of awkward silence the man opens his mouth to talk but it seems like Tim’s also managed to get himself together because he speaks up first.

“I swear this isn’t what it looks like.” Tim mutters still not looking up at his dad.

Bruce, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, clears his throat. “I don’t – I mean you’re…” the man trails off and Kon is left feeling completely baffled because as far as he knew this man never stuttered or looked as unconfident as he does now. Then again it’s probably not every day he walks in on his son and his boyfriend in what looks like a compromising position.

Bruce clears his throat again and straightens up, now seeming much more composed. “There’s blood splattered along the hallway. Is everything alright?” He's now looking apprehensive but the concern for his son can clearly be seen.

Tim finally glances up at his dad, his eyes peeking over the top of Kon’s thigh. “Uh, yeah? Well no. Kon’s injured and I’m stitching him up. That’s what we’re doing, all we’re doing, and absolutely nothing else!”

If Kon wasn’t feeling so awkward and embarrassed he would have both laughed and cooed at the raging blush on Tim’s normally pale cheeks.

Bruce seems to get over his discomfort of the situation at the sound of an injury and steps forward with an almost analytical expression on his face. “What happened and how bad is it? Why haven’t you gone to the hospital?”

The questions are fired at both Tim and Kon and Kon has no idea on how to react. He glances down at Tim, silently pleading his boyfriend to take the lead.

Tim rolls his eyes and turns back to Kon’s wound. “He’s fine Bruce. After refusing to go to the hospital I said I can treat him. I’m done now anyway, just have to bandage it.” He aimed the last part at Kon who could only nod in response.

As Tim reaches for the first aid kit Bruce steps towards them again before stopping. He looks at Kon and gestures to his leg, “I have first aid training myself, may I take a look?”

Not sure if he's able to speak Kon nods stiffly. Tim moves out from between his legs and Kon shifts so the man could see his wound clearly which Tim has now neatly stitched up.

Wordlessly Bruce reaches for the gauze Tim’s got in hand and his boyfriend hands it over. Kon holds his breath and curses at himself when he flinches as the man begins to wrap his thigh with the bandage after he had examined Tim’s work. It hurts but somehow Kon’s got enough self-control to keep himself from verbally sharing his pain.

As if sensing his discomfort Bruce starts talking calmly like there’s nothing wrong or awkward with the current situation they’re in where Kon is half naked in front of his boyfriend’s dad while the man treats his injury as his boyfriend stands to the side wearing a complicated mix of expressions on his face.

“Tim's done a good job of the stitches.” Bruce says conversationally as he starts tying off the bandage. “However, if you still refuse to go to the hospital later on, I would like Alfred to have a look at it after dinner. He has a medical background and is the best out of us to really see how the injury is looking.”

The man finishes off the bandaging and instantly moves away from Kon. He moves about the small bathroom washing his hands before heading for the door. He pauses before leave to throw Tim a look Kon couldn’t decipher. “Dinner will be ready within the hour if you’re both staying.” With that the man exits the bathroom leaving Kon and Tim alone once more.

As soon as he’s gone Kon turns to Tim levelling his boyfriend with a fierce glare. “What the fuck Tim!”

Tim’s instantly defensive and scowls back at Kon. “It’s not my fault!”

“You said no one was going to be home for hours. That is not how I wanted to meet your dad for the first time Tim! What an impression this has been.”

“How was I supposed to know he was going to come home early?”

“I don’t know!” Kon huffs, he slumps against the bathtub feeling the fight drain out of him. He grimaces in pain when a sharp shooting pain travels through his leg.

Seeing this the fight also drains out of Tim. His boyfriend starts moving about the bathroom, cleaning up the medical supplies he used before handing Kon his clothes so he could get changed. After a couple minutes Tim looks over at Kon with a small smile, “y’know it would have been worse? You could have been naked.”

Kon pauses from where he’s weaving his leg through some loose basketball shorts to send Tim a disbelieving look. “Thank god for small miracles then huh?” He deadpans before finishing getting changed.

Once he's ready Tim is immediately at his side, offering him something to lean on as he stands and then together they make their way to Tim’s bedroom. They had used the common bathroom because it’s bigger than Tim’s small ensuite. In hindsight maybe they should have used Tim’s bathroom but it is what it is, Tim did say they would be alone but he's also telling the truth that he couldn’t have known Bruce was going to come home early.  

“So I’m staying for dinner?” Kon questions as they enter Tim’s room. “I’ve already met your dad, may as well get the rest of the family over with today huh?” He lets out a breathless chuckle as Tim helps him sit down on the edge of the bed.

Tim looks thoughtful for a moment before he shrugs. “It’s up to you. You can stay if you want but we can go if you’re uncomfortable. For now it may be best to stay and then Alfred can have a look at the wound before I drop you home tonight.”

Finding that he doesn’t have any energy left, Kon flops backwards onto Tim's mattress and throws an arm over his eyes. He hums. “Yeah that sounds good. It’s already been a helluva day so why not.”

He feels the mattress dip beside him as Tim climbs on and he feels his boyfriend press against his side. Automatically Kon wraps his arm around Tim and draws him in close, while keeping his eyes closed he presses a kiss to Tim’s temple and lets himself relax as best as he could into the mattress knowing this is going to be the only rest he's going to get for the rest of the day until he goes home.

Meeting Clark

From across the room Kon stares at his boyfriend with narrowed eyes, not believing a single bit of spiel coming from his mouth. Crossing his arms over his chest he stares at him determinedly. “Tim are you being serious right now? I know for a fact you’re in pain, and a lot of it, why won’t you let me help?”

His boyfriend sends Kon a scowl, clearly not happy with being called out on his bullshit and rolls his eyes as he settles on the edge of the bed. “I’m fine.” Tim grits out as he shuffles backwards to lean up against the headboard. “I don’t need anything.”

Now being the one to roll his eyes, Kon moves forward until he’s stood beside Tim looking down at him with a mixture of annoyance and concern. Since knowing each other for literal years, plus a few more with them actually dating, Kon knows Tim pretty well by now and can read Tim like an open book in all capital letters, he knows his boyfriend is in pain no matter how well he’s able to hide it.

Bending down Kon braces himself against the mattress with his hands and leans in close to Tim trying to catch his gaze. “You know I can help you, at least for an hour or two so let me do so. You can barely move without wincing or when you do move you walk around like an 80 year old man.”

Tim lets out a snort and meets his eyes. “You just want to get your hands on me.”

The comments makes Kon pause because, well, he’s not entirely wrong but it’s all about the context. Kon wants to help him rather than do anything more carnal.

Shaking his head Kon says, “believe me when I say not this time. I do want to help that’s all, nothing more and nothing less.”

After a few beats Tim throws his head back with a groan. “Ugh fine. Okay, we’ll do it.”

Feeling victorious Kon throws his arms up in a dramatic fashion. “Finally!” He grins at Tim, “now lie down and take off your clothes.”

Tim grumbles but does as he’s told and while he's getting in position Kon wanders over to his draws and digs around for the creams and lotions he keeps there just for this purpose. When he’s gathered the items he needs he goes back to the bed where Tim now lays sprawled out on his front with nothing but his boxers on.

Kon takes a moment to appreciate the view. No matter what he loves being able to see his boyfriend’s body all laid out before him with all that skin on display, however he’s a little distracted by the large splotches of bruising scattered across Tim's back, legs and arms. Some are worse than others, those ones already developed into deep colouring of blues and purples while some are beginning to heal by the colours of browns and yellows. Kon will just have to be extra cautious of the different areas.

He’s broken out of his staring when Tim turns his head and eyes him impatiently. “Well, you’re the one who insisted on this, are you going to get on with it or are you gonna stand there all day?”

Huffing Kon moves forward and gets everything ready so he could get started. As he warms up his hands he sends Tim a look, “y’know not many people would refuse and complain so much about their boyfriend getting their hands on them.”

“Well some boyfriends aren’t such pushy bastards.” Tim retorts as he places his head down on the pillows.

Kon doesn’t give Tim the satisfaction of replying to that comment. Instead, in retaliation, he simply brings his hands down hard onto Tim’s shoulders without warning and digs his thumb deeply into the muscle across his back. It’s only after when Tim hisses and curses at him in response that Kon eases up and begins to properly massage his boyfriend.

The two of them fall silent as Kon works. It’s comfortable and they both know not to expect anything to come out of this other than what it simply was. That lack of expectation makes it easier between them. This isn’t the first time Kon’s done this, by now Kon’s done it more times than he can count and even though it took several attempts for him to get it right it’s been worth it knowing he can help Tim out in this way (no one needs to know how many hours he’s spent researching techniques and seeking out advice to get it right).

Kon works on Tim’s shoulders and back before working on his arms and then his legs. He massages and soothes out the tense muscles across Tim’s body, being extra careful in the tender areas and focusing more on the spots where Tim is the tensest.

Once he’s finished with Tim’s back he gets his boyfriend to turn over so he could work on his front. Tim’s got his eyes closed as he settles into a comfortable position, there’s a ghost of a small smile on his lips and Kon smiles himself, pleased he’s able to help get his boyfriend into a relaxed state.

This time Kon works from bottom up starting with his feet and legs. He couldn’t help but laugh lightly when Tim jerks as Kon’s fingers brush against the arch of his foot. Kon gently works Tim’s calf muscles before moving further up to his thighs, as he does he changes his position choosing to settle between Tim’s legs in order to be able to access both the inside and outside of Tim’s thigh without any struggle.

Kon soon moves on from Tim’s thighs and up to his waist, as he spreads his fingers wide across Tim’s hips he glances up and notices for the first time that Tim has his cracked open slightly and is lazily watching Kon work with a dopey smile on his face. Unable to help himself Kon smiles back and shifts his position once again so he’s bracing his knees into the mattress in order to hover himself over Tim’s body until they’re face to face. Planting both forearms onto the pillow either side of Tim’s head, Kon leans down and covers Tim’s lips with his own.

Tim instantly accepts the kiss and does very little to reciprocate the gesture, therefore letting Kon do all the work, however when Kon pulls back it’s Tim who follows him, his lips seeking out Kon’s despite the indifference Tim had been trying to show. Kon snickers but ducks down to meet Tim’s lips again anyway, always incapable to denying Tim what he wants.

Kon settles more of his bodyweight on Tim, but is careful not to crush him, as they continue to make out. Their kissing never going any further than a firm press of lips and the occasional nip which elicits a low groan from the recipient. As they kiss Kon feels Tim’s arms come up and around him, moments later his hands are stroking across his back in a sensual caress.

It’s easy to lose track of time. Kon has no idea how long they had been making out for but he knows he didn’t ever want to stop, being with Tim like this is one of the best things ever and he doesn’t want it to end. Unfortunately the universe seems to have different plans because the moment between them is violently broken when the door to Kon’s bedroom slams open to reveal his father.

Kon pulls away from Tim and snaps his gaze over to the door and instantly freezes when he sees his dad there looking back at him in what Kon thinks is in embarrassment and shock. After that the two of them seem to be caught in a trap, neither of them being able to move from what is a very awkward moment between father and son. Surprisingly it’s Tim who appears to be the most composed despite his lack of dress and current position underneath Kon. Leaning to the side so he could see Kon’s dad Tim smiles politely.

“Hi Mister Kent, while this is not the way I expected our first meeting to go, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

How Tim sounds so put together Kon has no idea. It’s only then he realises he’s frozen on top of Tim, he hastily climbs off his boyfriend and settles down on the mattress next to him but not before grabbing a t-shirt for Tim to slip on over his body.

Feeling his whole face heating up, Kon turns to his dad and runs a hand through his hair, unsure on what to say. “Uh, it isn’t what it looks like?” Admittedly it isn’t the best thing to say, especially when he sounds so unsure but Kon’s brain is currently struggling to think clearly.

His dad instantly raises a hand. “No Kon, you have a boyfriend and what you do together is none of my business, I apologize for just barging in but you didn’t answer any of my calls so I got worried.”

If he could go crawl in a hole and die Kon would gladly do so. This is beyond embarrassing. That’s saying a lot considering how he met Tim’s dad a couple months prior.

“Right…” Kon trails off still unsure on how to deal with the situation, “sorry, I was… distracted.”

“I gathered,” Clark points out rather bluntly.

“We weren’t doing anything!” Kon quickly exclaims, feeling the irrational need to explain what was going on. “Tim was feeling sore from his martial arts competition yesterday so I offered him a massage. There’s nothing more to it!”

Opposite him Clark doesn’t look convinced, Kon winces and figures that the position he found them in says anything but innocent. Next to him Tim lets out a snort which he quickly covers up with a cough, Kon turns to the side and glares at him, silently telling him he isn’t helping matters.

“Okay, well, since you’re fine, I’ll pass the message on that we’re getting takeout for dinner tonight so let me know what you want.” Clark’s gaze drifts over to Tim, who doesn’t seem at all affected by the unexpected interruption. “Tim you’re welcome to join us if you have no plans tonight.”

With that Clark promptly leaves his bedroom and shuts the door behind him with an audible click. It takes a moment for Kon’s mind to register that he’s gone but once it does he slaps his hands over his face and falls backwards dramatically onto his bed with a groan.

“Oh my god!”

Tim snickers and Kon lifts on hand in order to glare at him.

“C’mon Kon, it wasn’t that bad. It could have been much worse.” Kon feels Tim run a soothing hand over his arm. His boyfriend then grasps his wrists and tugs his hands away from his face and Kon reluctantly looks at him with a pout.

Tim presses a kiss to each of Kon’s knuckles and Kon finds himself unable to be miserable anymore. He sends Tim a small smile. Sitting back up he says, “Despite not finishing hopefully you’re feeling better than before.”

Tim shrugs and adjusts the t-shirt he's wearing, which happens to be one of Kon’s and is way too big on him but Kon isn’t going to say anything about it, and gets off the bed in the hunt for his jeans he had earlier discarded. “I feel looser but will most likely feel the benefits of it later on.”

Kon nods and also gets up off the bed, as Tim changes he goes about putting everything away and cleaning up. “That’s good. If anything starts to hurt then let me know.”

Instead of verbally replying, Tim's response is wrapping his arms around Kon’s waist from behind and hug him closely. Kon covers Tim's hands with his own and leans back against his boyfriend comfortably. After a moment he turns his head and seeks out a kiss from Tim, nothing more than a peck of their lips.

“We should go downstairs to avoid further embarrassment. I don’t want my dad walking in on us again.”

Tim laughs and lets go of Kon. “Sure, sure. At least this makes us even, I’m pretty sure you meeting Bruce was just as bad as your dad walking in on us like that.”

Kon draws back and sends Tim a look. “Uh excuse me, meeting Bruce like that was probably worse! He bandaged up my thigh! At least Clark just walked away.”

Tim shrugs seeming unbothered. “Hm, maybe. He’s a father of six and seeing his son’s boyfriend injured triggered some parental instinct in him and he wanted to help, not the worst thing in the world. But enough of that, what’s done is done so shall we go before your dad gets suspicious?”

Kon lets out another groan but takes Tim's hands in his and leads the way to his bedroom door. “Let’s get this over and done with. No time like the present.”

#timkon #timkon week 2022 #Tim Drake #Kon-El #bruce wayne #clark kent #no powers au #alternate universe #embarrasment #awkward moments #meet the parents #compromising positions #implied sex #injuries #Injured Tim #Injured Kon #Massages #Good boyfriend Tim #Good boyfriend Kon #Clark and Bruce get embarrassed #established relationship #kisses #humour #fanfiction #4k words #t rated

[raceydays-hopelesshaze]

So Tim’s still gonna use Robin now and in the future huh? All the previous build-up was for nothing? Cool.

#I liked this week’s issue of td:r but i’d like Tim growing pas #past the Robin mantle more #he even said in the issue that becoming Robin wasn’t about becoming Robin it was about others! #creating a new mantle for himself won’t negate his position in the batfamily!!! #he can always slap some kind of stylized bat on his chest anyway #Tim Drake #å

[sistertotheknowitall]

Danny is Some Guy with a not so secret admirer.

Part four? Post #four? I don’t know, none of these are exactly in order. Post one, post two, post three.

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By the time Tim opened the door, Danny had his coffee made and handed to Mia at the register. He resolutely ignored her smug face and went back to making the other orders.

Tim had been a regular long before Danny had started at the coffee shop but it was three days into Danny’s third week when Tim had stumbled in at eight a.m. and did a double take upon seeing Danny. A very obvious double take followed by intense staring before Mia had cleared her throat. The blush that lit up Tim’s face was only rivaled by the one on Danny’s.

He had never had anyone openly stare at him before.

Mia had been insufferable ever since.

It also didn’t help that shortly after their first meeting Tim had started taking his breaks at the little coffee shop. It’s been three weeks, nearly a month and Wayne Enterprise’s CEO went from a bi-weekly regular to an everyday one. (Danny wondered if he should be concerned for the man’s caffeine intake but he only had the one cup every time so probably not.)

Originally, Danny had no plans to talk to Tim. It seemed obvious the guy had a crush on Danny if the constant looks over his laptop were anything to go by and Danny didn’t want to encourage it. Danny barely had time to make new friends let alone start a relationship.

There was also the added problem of what was quickly becoming his bat stalkers. How do you explain to someone that you were being watched by Gotham’s vigilante’s for no reason? (Or worse because he had made a poorly timed sleep-deprived comment.) Danny didn’t think you could without seeming suspicious.

Incidentally though, Danny’s plan went out the window when on a slow afternoon as he was cleaning tables and passed behind Tim. Once he saw the article the other man was reading he snorted.

Bruce Wayne and The Batman? Could This Be A New Romance For Gothams Most Beloved Billionaire?

It was one of those gossip rags that printed things like: Elvis: alive and well and Superman: a mild mannered farm boy? It was all nonsense.

Danny asked Tim why he bothered with the site and Tim responded that he found it amusing to read and that his family had a group chat where they sent the articles to each other.

“Okay. But Batman? Really? Your dad could do so much better.”

“You don’t like Batman?” Tim asked. Danny had slid into the chair next to him and shrugged. “I respect what he does but for as intimidating as he is, he also seems a little silly.”

Tim had given him an incredulous look and Danny hadn’t given him time to ask for an explanation, “and his kids can be just as rude. Like that flying monkey one.” Tim choked on air and Danny politely waited for him to calm down. “Kids? Wait - flying monkey one? Which one -?”

“The one always doing back flips with the blue bird symbol. He’s also a dick that gives hypocritical lectures about fighting.” Danny wouldn’t say he hated the guy but he wasn’t sure how many more lectures he could endure before going ghost and fighting him.

Tim had turned to Danny completely and was watching him with a look of disbelief, “you mean Nightwing?”

“Is that his name? Imma call him Dickwing.”

Tim had started choking again, this time Danny patted his back hoping to help. Yet it was all for not once he kept talking, “I think I’ve only had positive interactions with the one who looks like a walking red flag.”

“Red flag? Do you men hood-?”

“No, although he is definitely a red flag, I mean the other Red one. I’m sorry, I don’t know all these peoples names yet.”

“Danny!” Mia called.

Danny stood and patted Tim, who looked a little shell-shocked, on the shoulder. “Well work calls, see you later Mr. Drake-Wayne.” As he walked away he heard Tim mutter “it’s just Tim.”

(Tim for his part, placed his head in his hands and thought, well at least I have his name now.)

After that first interaction Tim stopped playing the lurker and started to actually talk to Danny and vise versa. Danny never asked if he still had a crush on him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

Unfortunately, their growing friendship had only encoraged Mia as she happily sang “your boyfriend’s here!”

Danny, very maturely, did not stick his tongue out at her. He did however flip her off under the counter like an adult.

#danny is just some guy #I’m still on Danny’s pov #it’s just sillier from his perspective #batman #batfamily #batboys #batman fandom #dick grayson #batman wayne family adventures #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp crossover #dc x dp #dcxdp #tim drake #tim drake wayne #danny fenton #I added a little OC #Mia the OC

[rboooks]

The Adoptive Son. Part 3

A pair of large, cornflower blue eyes stare across the living room of a luxurious penthouse at a nervous-looking man. The pair belong to a young teenager named Tim Drake, who, for the past few weeks, had spoken only a handful of words with Dick since Operation Honey Pot had begun.

They were waiting for Crowne to go get the surprise he had special ordered for Drake from an acquaintance

He tended to stare at him whenever he was around. Sometimes Dick didn't think Drake would even blink. It felt a little like Drake was starstruck by Dick- but he couldn't figure out what he had done to earn such rapture from Drake.

Other times, Drake would study him the same way a scientist would study a newly discovered bug- fascinated but weary, as though he didn't know if it was dangerous. So the scientist needed to pin the bug to a board and take it apart to understand it.

It sort of made Dick uneasy.

The night Crowne had brought him back, Drake happily played some video games while his babysitter- a sweet college student named Nancy- had been working on her assignment at the table.

Drake had turned to greet Crowne and had promptly choked on his own spit at the sight of Dick. Crowne had run off to cook them a meal, insisting Nancy finish her homework and not worry as he cooked.

She had smiled gratefully, turning back to her books while Drake had been rooted by the tv, with the most awe-struck expression Dick had ever seen.

Dick is a little surprised by how well Crowne treats Nancy Salazar.

Nancy is studying to be a pediatric occupational therapist. She adores children and is fascinated by the physical therapist aspect of the medical field.

Dick had learned that Nancy had been struggling to pay her Gotham University tuition after losing her job to a rouge attacking her workplace and the company deciding they needed to make budget cuts to complete the repairs.

She had also fallen behind on her bills due to her father suffering a medical emergency and the family pooling together what little they had to help him get life-saving surgery.

Her dad had been the family's primary provider for as long as Nancy could remember. Since neither of her parents could speak English, they had limited employment options. Nancy's siblings were all younger then than her, so they couldn't help much with the bills.

She had tried to take over as the eldest daughter, but soon it became apparent she was close to losing the house her parents had left their home country for to build a better future for their children. It devastated her.

She had been on the brink of becoming desperate for any job when she had run into Crowne at a wifi-cafe shop. She had seen Tim struggling to get through the door with his wheelchair and had gone to help him. (the child had seen internet videos of parkour and chosen to attempt the tricks himself. He had broken his leg from jumping from one roof to another.)

Her kind actions got Crowne attention, and he invited her to sit with them, then witnessed her have a meltdown when the owner of the cafe told her he had just filled the barista position she had come for an interview for.

It must have all piled up until Nancy couldn't hold back.

Crowne and Drake had consulted her, listening to her woes. After she calmed down, the two adults exchanged contact information to get to know each other. He had offered a babysitting job with complete benefits and a full-ride scholarship. Crowne had even gone far and beyond, paying off all her father's medical expenses and debts.

Dick knew all this because he had done a background check on her to see if she was involved in Crowne's schemes. Her story felt just a tab bit too far fetch for all the good fortune of meeting Crowne that fateful day.

She even admitted that she was sure she would have resorted to a life of crime with how desperate she had been back then.

When she came back clean- just the eldest daughter of immigrants trying to make it in this hellish city- Dick had thought Crowne was infatuated with her.

Nancy was a very attractive young lady, and it would not be the first time a rich man took advantage of a woman in finical distress. He hadn't found evidence yet, but Dick would keep an eye on her to ensure she was safe.

Her involvement was a lot easier to dismiss than it was for Drake.

"You and Danny are dating. He told me last night." Drake says after about half an hour of Scientist-looking-at-bug staring.

Dick throws on his best Wanye smile, making sure it's both charming and besotted. "Yes. We've agreed to become official. I hope you don't mind."

Drake tilts his head, looking ironically enough like a bird. "That depends."

"On what?"

"On what your intentions with Danny are." Drake puts down his Crowne laptop, which Danny had been programming and designing back when they started talking. The design is still the slimmest Dick had ever seen, small enough that it sat comfortably in Drake's school back and robust enough that it worked for all his gaming and photo developing.

It took Crowne about two months to complete what he called "modern," but it wouldn't be out to the rest of the public until Christmas when Crowne planned to reveal it to raise profits as high as possible.

The only reason Drake was allowed to have a model so early was simply that Crowne obviously saw him as a younger brother and sometimes maybe even a son. Dick certainly pick that up in the two-month undercover mission.

He must win over Drake as soon as possible for the sake of the mission. So far, he's come up with nothing incriminating, but more kids have disappeared. If the other boy can't stand him, it will seriously risk his access to Crowne's home and any clues on the missing children.

"I want to give him the life he deserves." Dick settles on. He's noticed that Drake is crazy intelligent. There was no reason to outright lie and get caught if the boy was smart enough to connect the dots.

"Danny deserves the world." Drake nods, stating the words like a fact. "Whatever you searching for, you won't find here."

What?

"Do you not want me to date Danny?"

Drake pauses, carefully turning the question in his head before answering. "I want someone to date Danny because they like him"

"I do like him."

"Do you?" Drake's eyes are practically ice, and Dick gets the sense he just walked into a trap. Carefully, he double-taps his left belt loop sending a warning sound to the Batcave. They won't pull him out yet, but it will have either Babs or Jason nearby in gear, just in case.

A soft click is heard from his right earring, and he knows Alfred is listening.

"I really do." He says in a warm voice.

Drake seems skeptical.

"Danny always had people falling for him. I had to tell him Jenny Wilson wasn't asking him for a private tour of his kitchen when she tried to get him to bring her back to the penthouse. He honestly thought she cared about his grape peeler. He's like that, you know? Though thoughtful, caring, kind, intelligent, and strong, Danny can't see that people generally think he's what they would want in a romantic partner. I think he was bullied a lot as a kid before his adoption, and it's ruined his ability to see his worth."

Dick tries not to scowl. Yes, he's suspected the same thing. He just hopes it's not why Crowne has inflicted so much pain.

He can't stand people who use bullying as an excuse. It doesn't justify anything they do, it also demonizes the victims, and they get too scared to report what they are going through. ''I can't claim to not be like the other people because I don't know them. I know myself, and I can promise that every inch of me wants to see Danny living the life he deserves."

Whatever Drake is going to say gets cut off by Crowne walking back from the elevator carrying a box. "Tim, come look!"

He settles the box on the coffee table, so Drake can reach over and open it. There is a small gasp of delight from the boy as he pulls out a well-done Robin hoodie. It's not over the top like most Robin merch, but it's not subtle either. It's so nicely done. Dick can even tell it's based on Jason rather than him.

The second Robin is Drake's favorite. The teen prices it by holding it up and cheering, "Oh my gosh! I love it, I love it! Where did you get this!?"

"One of Nancy's friends is majoring in fashion design. She overheard me say I wanted to get the second Robin merch that wasn't a blatant grab for money, and she had her friend draw up some designs. I will sponsor her and sell her work in our stores."

Crowne is wearing a Robin hoodie of his own, but this one is based on Dick, and for a moment, his heart soars at the sight of Crowne in his family colors. It's a dangerous thing.

He knows one of the pitfalls of undercover work is getting too attached to the lies. He couldn't allow himself to actually fall for someone like Danny Crowne. Nothing good would come out of it once he saw him jailed for everything he's done.

He hasn't gotten anything to show Crowne's crimes, but Bruce had enough proof for the shell companies doing strange and dangerous experiments.

They needed to figure out what the experiments were attempting to do. Still, they found small clues: systematics showed weapons that didn't intend to harm humans, half-erased research on "eco-energy," what looked like machines attempting to rip holes in reality, and glowing green liquid that made Bruce pale when Jason brought back a simple.

It made Dick angry that the liquid prompted his ex-mentor to contact Talia al Ghul to ask, but she claimed to know nothing of Danny Crowne. Bruce felt she was lying, so after asking Wonder Woman and Superman for help, the big three went to Nanda Parbat to look for clues.

Dick wasn't sure what they found, but Bruce had a surprise for him back at the cave once he finished visiting his "boyfriend."

They could take down Crowne Co. with what they did have, but there was a chance Crowne could claim that his scientists went rogue and let them take the fall. Also, they didn't have any names of the scientists. It was like the invisible man was conducting them on his own.

Dick had to wait a little longer. See the big plan and unravel it so everything can never be rebuilt.

Yes, he's only seen a good man who may be socially awkward once you get past his regal composure, and his speech may be a bit too formal. A passionate inventor who always tried to find a new ways to improve people's lives, especially in medicine.

A man who cooked because he liked feeding people.

A man who offered a helping hand because his parents were often mocked for their careers- Dick suspected they may have been prostitutes based on the small comments of people thinking "it wasn't real jobs and they should be ashamed for themselves"- but most of all, Dick found a man who seemed lonely.

Someone lost after life displaced him, desperately trying to find himself again. It made Dick feel better knowing someone like him was doing the same.

"What is your opinion, Dick?" Crowne asks, doing a slight turn. Dic can't fight the urge to lean in for a quick kiss, telling himself it was all for the mission and the butterflies he felt in his stomach were terrible indigestion.

Crowne smiled into the kiss, pressing a second one on Dick's lips before leaning back, looking a little flustered still, and over his shoulder, he saw Drake's eyes narrow.

Maybe the kid was jealous?

He didn't know, but he better keeps an eye on Tim Drake. Something told him not to underestimate that boy.

"I got you a Nightwing too. The first Robin and Nightwing are one of my favorite heroes. They make me feel safe. I know I shouldn't worry with them guarding me at night." Crowne says, and Dick fights hard not to flinch.

You have no reason to feel guilt. It's for the mission.

He hopes he finds proof soon.

(Part 1), (part 2)

#dc x dp crossover #The adoptive son #Part 3 #Death Defying #Tim is catching on that Nightwing may be playing with his brother's heart #Nancy is just another person luckly enough to be under Phantom's protection #Can you guess what bruce found? #Dick is starting to catch feelings

[justgowithitplease]

Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, and Tim Drake HCs!!

Dick Grayson:

When I tell you this man would not leave you alone while drunk....

One glass of whiskey and he's fine

Two glasses? You will be stuck to him for the next hour or so

When in public he always has his Arms around your waist, shoulders, hips,

really anything that qualifies as being able to hug you in public without it seeming too weird

expect random wing-dings (his version of the batarang) stuck in the wall next to the bedroom light switch

He's too lazy to get up from cuddling you so he uses his horrible wonderful ranged weapon skills to shut the lights off

Has definitely tazed himself in the balls at least 10 times

Cannot spell 'indubitably' for the life of him, Too many vowels

Failed history as a child and now has a vendetta against George Washington

Spells the British way on 'accident' (totally not to spite George Washington)

Has definitely snorted an entire pixie stick for a quarter

Y'know that scene in ELF where buddy's in the shower and he's to tall for it? That's him

Has accidentally braked his motorcycle too hard and flipped

Corner of the mouth kisses are a must

Would rather stay in than go out for date night

Why get dressed up in uncomfortable clothes and pay for overpriced food when he could cook some reasonably priced and tasting food and wear sweatpants and a hoodie

Has made it a rule that there will be no children in the house

Made this rule purely against Damian

Also has a rule against pets

Which is why he complained for, like, three days after you got your cat, Bacon (see another fic!!)

About a week after, he had fixed his sleeping position so the cat wouldn't be crushed if it slept between you two

Speaking of which, if that man falls asleep, he will not move

Man sleeps like a stack of bricks on leveled concrete

A bit sensitive about his scars, but has learned to love them

Has an allergy to kiwi

Gets flashbacks frequently, and you're one of the only things that can get him to calm down

This man is more whipped than the cream on top of pumpkin pie

DnD and MtG nerd

made a pure crab deck based on the three-card landfall and got smacked by Damian

No other option

Poor sleep deprived man has drunken soy sauce instead of his coffee while trying to cook for you

Has alligator rolled in his sleep then gotten up, just to trip and hit his head

Hates thick sweaters

This man absolutely refuses to fall asleep if you're not home (not like he's gonna sleep anyways)

Secretly loves telanovelas

Speaks Spanish, Dutch, Russian, and Arabic

Wanted to be an astronaut when he was a kid

has slide-on slippers, cannot handle the ones that go around his heel

The only blankets on his bed are weighted blankets

All the covers are purple or taupe

Has a state information book he reads on road trips

Dresses like Eddy Burback/Ted Nivison or Mr. Rogers in his civilian life

No inbetween

#dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #batfam x reader #jason todd #tim drake headcanon #dick grayson

[incorrectbatfam]

The batfam as teacher comment section in report card.

Dick: Mr. Grayson brings a contagious energy to the class and his enthusiasm is well-appreciated. However, he tends to channel that energy very physically and while that may benefit his learning, it's a disruption to other students. This is a frequently recurring issue that I would like to discuss with a parent or guardian.

Translation – Is this kid ADHD because he won't sit the FUCK down

Jason: Mr. Todd has displayed remarkable attention to detail and a love of literature that I can only attribute to positive reinforcement at home, and he's always a pleasure to have in class. As much as I appreciate seeing him apply his lessons outside of school hours, I believe there are more productive avenues of discussing Shakespearean playwriting with his peers than what he has been reportedly doing. 

Translation – Stop biting your thumb at people

Tim: Mr. Drake continues to exceed expectations in his schoolwork, but his attendance and participation may become a detriment to his overall grades if unaddressed. I have caught him sleeping in class on multiple occasions but he has yet to provide me a reason why he is so tired. Additionally, last month one of our monitors caught him loitering in the bathroom with a note that I did not recall writing. 

Translation – Get some sleep and also you can't make your own hall passes

Damian: I have had the privilege of teaching the Wayne family through my decades at this institution and I believe that Damian takes after his father the most in more ways than expected. His grades are stellar and he is well-organized, but I'm noticing familiar and concerning traits in his attitude and social interactions. I am requesting a meeting with his parent to understand the full context so I can devise a plan for out how to best support him. 

Translation – Forget falling, the apple is still on the damn tree

Duke: Mr. Thomas has been a pleasure to have in my chemistry lab and is always willing to help classmates who are struggling. However, after last week's minor combustion reaction mishap, I think it would be worthwhile to review the lab safety packet that all students received at the beginning of the year. 

Translation – How did you set water on fire

Cullen: Mr. Row displays a passion for transformative literature and demonstrates a clear understanding of modern media culture that has helped him synthesize a lot of our complex readings. However, I'm concerned about his laptop being a distraction, especially with numerous incidences of him looking at non-academic material.  

Translation – Quit reading fanfics in class

Stephanie: You should be pleased to know that Miss Brown consistently keeps the well-being of her peers in mind. This semester, she launched a meal initiative for students whose needs could not be met by the school cafeteria. While we value her good intentions, she has been causing hallway obstructions and there are some regulatory concerns that we need to discuss. 

Translation – She sold pancakes in the halls without a permit

Cassandra: Although Miss Cain is relatively quiet in class, she continues to blow me away with her breadth of knowledge not just on class materials, but also interpersonal details. While this is a good skill to cultivate, we ask that she dial it back especially with our faculty. Additionally, please remember that the teacher's lounge is a staff-only space and students should remain in the common areas. 

Translation – She knows too much

Barbara: Miss Gordon is easily one of the best AP Computer Science students I've seen in my twenty years of teaching. She even went above and beyond the scope of our class to apply what we've learned to a greater school context. While that is deserving of credit, I'd also like to remind her that, in the future, certain ideas should be subjected to careful consideration before actions are taken. 

Translation – She hacked the lunch menu to make every day French Fry Friday 

Harper: Miss Row has a remarkable aptitude for the engineering process that exceeds beyond what students her age can typically grasp, and she is very inventive in her own right. That being said, I would appreciate it if she followed our lesson plans more closely and reviewed our guidelines for woodshop safety so everyone can continue to have a positive experience.

Translation – She made a working crossbow out of popsicle sticks

Carrie: Miss Kelley is a bright student who brings positive energy that is very much needed, especially in morning classes. However, she's been falling behind with several missing assignments at this point, and her explanations for why she cannot finish her work don't seem to be sufficient. 

Translation – "Killer Croc ate my homework" Yeah and I'm Batman

Kate: Miss Kane seems to be very eager to move forward to the next stage of her life, as evidenced by her Career Day presentation. While I believe young people should be free to explore their passions, I also think that Kate would benefit from some workshops outlining more feasible options. 

Translation – "Get bitches" isn't a career goal

Alfred: Mr. Pennyworth is easily one of the best students this institution has seen, both in his academic record and extracurricular activities. He recently expressed interest in the sharpshooting team, which I will not discourage him from, seeing how highly accurate he is. As of this year, I will be retiring as the coach for the team, but I wish him all the best.

Translation – I'm not about to get on his bad side

Selina: Miss Kyle's resourcefulness continues to astound me. Earlier in the semester, she forgot her locker combination and quickly improvised a mechanism to safely unlock it using only the materials around her. The speed and accuracy with which she did that will surely benefit her in the future. 

Translation – Did... did she just pick a lock with another lock?

Bruce: No further comments. 

Translation – whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck—

#dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #cullen row #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #harper row #carrie kelley #kate kane #alfred pennyworth #selina kyle #bruce wayne #batman #batfam #batfamily #batboys #batbros #batgirls #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #tw swearing #tw food mention #ask #anonymous

[mae-dwrites]

Tam’s Sub Secretary

Tam Fox wanted a brake, a small vacation, just a week. A week was all she wanted, but how was she supposed to have that if she was worried over Tim?

Tam had complained to her cousin in France, they were quick to recommend the best of the best. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, regular and executive secretary and assistant of The Audrey Bourgious, and a personal designer on the women’s team.

She was considered a standard in the business world, intern for her at 16, and her secretary by 17. Each year taking on more roles and making a team to help her balance out the load, to work with her was heaven despite Audrey being right behind her. The Style Queen Fashion House and Magazine had never been smoother nor popular.

Tam thought it too good to be true, to have the MDC temporally take over her position just so she could have a short vacation. She tried to say she couldn't do that to her, but her cousin insisted she could have a schedule set up for the company for the time she was off as she had in the past. All Tam had to do was come up with instructions and details that Marinette would need to know.

So there Tam was in front of Marinette Dupain-Cheng, explaining last-minute details she forgot to include.

“This is your email as my sub, any emails sent to me will automatically forward to you,” Tam explained, “and-”

“I understand Mademoiselle Fox, I assure you I have it under control. If Monsieur Drake needs me to cover for him I will. Go and enjoy your vacation,” Marinette soothingly stated.

Tam had one of the most peaceful weeks she had in possibly years. When she came back Tim had charged her wide eyes and grabbed her by the shoulders, “Where did you get her?”

-

Who is the cousin? My first thought was Alya, then I thought Max.

#theyre probably in their early 20s #tam fox just wants a vacation #secretary!marinette #secretary marinette is my favorite trope #maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat prompt #maribat tim drake #maribat tam fox #secretary au

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home, Chapter 2 Part 1

First, Previous

Story Summary: Tim Drake and Danny Fenton meet online as precocious preteens with far too much internet freedom due to parents who are far too interested in their work to monitor what their kids are getting up to. They bond and don't bother keeping secrets from each other about their vigilante lives.

This chapter wasn't supposed to exist. I was supposed to end the first chapter with the last segment I shared then jump ahead to the point where Tim helps Danny escape. But I couldn't get the idea of Tim and the Young Justice team ending up in Amity. I mentioned the idea to @britcision who asked if I really couldn't find a way to fit it in. And that was followed up by a night of insomnia due to bad life decisions regarding caffeine. And thus I figured out how to make it work.

This is going to be a longer segment! I've been wanting to share something a bit longer for a week or two and then I hit the 250 follower mark, so now I have an excuse to do so! (I totally would've shared regardless of a notable follower milestone.)

Word Count: 4.8k

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Tim was in the pilot seat of the plane, but had it set with autopilot and was facing the back where Conner and Bart were arguing over what to have for dinner. He and Cassie exchanged grins and he pulled out his phone to text her and ask if she was up for sushi just to throw a third option out there and make the argument worse when the computers all started beeping as the plane wobbled.

Dropping his phone, he turned back to the controls. The computers had failed and the plane was losing altitude fast. Tim pulled up on the steering, trying to keep the plane from nosediving into the ground.

“What’s going on?” shouted Conner.

“I don’t know!” Tim grit his teeth. “Plane failure, we’re going down!” he warned. Examining the landscape before them—mostly open plains thankfully—he held the steering steady as he aimed for land empty of buildings and roads.

“I’ll break the door,” called Conner.

“Superboy, lock the steering in this position!” ordered Tim.

“Done!”

Tim abandoned his seat and ran to the door, reaching it just as Conner tore it open. Without hesitation, Tim jumped out, Conner’s arms around him a moment later holding him in the air.

Next to them, Cassie had hold of Bart who was grinning as he showed off the bags he’d rescued before their escape.

From their place in the air, they watched as the plane crashed in a fiery disaster.

“Do we check it out or do we run in the opposite direction?” asked Cassie.

Tim wanted to run without leaving any trace of who’d been flying the plane. But… “We have to make sure the fire doesn’t spread. And make sure there’s nothing incriminating in the crash. But I want you or Wonder Girl on recon and we’re out of there as soon as first responders get close.”

“You’ve got it,” said Conner in his ear.

And a few moments later, they were on the ground facing the wreckage that was their plane.

“You know,” said Bart, “We probably didn’t have to steal the plane when we left. Had anyone tried to use it to escape, they wouldn’t have gotten very far.” He tossed one of the bags their way and Conner caught it. “But look at what I saved!”

Tim leaned over to see as Conner opened the bag. Right on top was the cellphone he’d dropped when the plane started to fail. He laughed and grabbed it. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t turn on for some reason. Deciding to deal with it later, he looked at what else was in the bag: his and Conner’s civvies. “You’re the best, Impulse!”

Bart held out a second bag to him. “And this is as much of the evidence I could get to. The last bag has mine and Wonder Girl’s belongings.”

Tim pulled him into a hug. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.” Letting him go, he turned to the burning plane. “Now, let’s take care of this.”

Over the next hour, they managed to contain the wreckage and put out any fires. No local authorities ever came out to investigate the site.

“Where the hell even are we if there’s no one around?” asked Conner. “Even back at Ma and Pa’s someone would’ve been here in, like, ten minutes.”

Tim just shrugged. “I’ve no idea. Somewhere in Illinois. But I don’t like this. Let’s see if we can find the nearest town. Make sure everything’s okay. Wasn’t there a highway just south of here? Impulse, mind checking it out and seeing if you can see any signs pointing us to a local town or city?”

“You’ve got it, Rob!” said Bart with a salute before disappearing.

Tim had barely opened the last bag to see what else Bart had saved before he was back.

“You’re right about Illinois! Saw a sign. A town called Elmerton is east of us and a town called Amity Park west.”

Tim froze. “Amity?” he asked. His mind already spinning away. Danny had mentioned tech sometimes went wonky near Amity due to the interference of ectoplasm. Could that be what had happened to the plane? And Danny had mentioned their town was so small they didn’t have much of a police force. A large explosion would probably be assumed to be a ghost and be left to Phantom or the Fentons…

“Yeah. Do you know it?”

Tim laughed. “Yep! I’m friends with the local hero. He knows both of my identities. Let’s go pay him a visit. Civvies will be best. I’ve told him more about you as my friends than my teammates.”

The others exchanged hesitant glances. Cassie was the one to speak. “You talk about us to him? Why haven’t you mentioned him?”

Tim shrugged. “He and I don’t really keep secrets from each other. And I’m sure I’ve mentioned him. Remember when we were trying to settle on a movie last week? I suggested the reboot Star Trek movies because Danny had been going on about them for ages and I wanted to see what had him so worked up.”

“Okay, what the fuck, Rob,” said Conner. “You need to be more obvious with these things. We thought you meant someone from your school or something. Not a fellow hero!”

Bart nodded his agreement. “Also, won’t he be mad you’re just telling us his identity?”

“Danny’s an idiot,” Tim stated. “He’s worse at keeping a secret identity than Kon.”

“Hey!” protested Conner.

“Rob’s got a point,” said Cassie as she elbowed Conner with a grin. “But, Robin, if we’re going as civilians, how will we explain the lack of transportation?”

“Easy. According to Danny, tech acts weird around Amity. Probably why the plane went down and our phones don’t work. So we’ll just say our car broke down and ask if Danny can fix it. He’s good with machinery.”

“Why haven’t you brought him into the League if the two of you are such good friends?” asked Conner, arms crossed.

Tim just shrugged. “He doesn’t want to join. The local threats he takes care of are constant enough that he can’t leave for more than a day or two. Besides, his parents don’t know and he can’t explain absences that are longer than a single night where he pretends to be at one of his friends’ places.”

“His parents don’t know?” Cassie shook her head. “I couldn’t imagine doing this without Mom’s support.”

Tim nodded. “Yeah. I’m honestly kinda worried about his living situation. So the chance to go check on him in person is something I can’t bring myself to give up. You guys don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but Danny and I’ve known each other for four years and things have been rough for him this past year since he’s gotten his powers. I need to make sure he’s okay.”

“Wait, four years?” asked Conner.

“He predates Robin?” Bart’s mouth was all but hanging open.

“I did exist before the suit, you know.” Tim stood a little taller. Usually he liked being Robin more than Tim, but he did have a life outside of the suit.

Cassie rolled her eyes. “That’s not what he meant and you know it. It’s just… You don’t talk about your pre-Robin life very often.” She grinned and Tim suddenly felt uneasy. “We are so asking him all sorts of questions about what you were like.”

“I mean… I wasn’t all that different to the current me.”

“Oh, we’ll be the judge of that,” she promised with a wicked gleam in her eye. This was going to be a disaster, wasn’t it?

“So what’s got you so worried about Danny?” asked Bart.

Tim sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “So, the deal with Amity Park is that his parents built a portal to the Ghost Zone in his basement. In the process of getting it to work, there was a lab accident and Danny got ghost powers. Don’t ask him or his friends about it. Now ghosts come through and try to attack the town and Danny stops them. Bad enough, right? But the reason his parents were building the portal is because they’re ghost hunters. They see a ghost, they pull a weapon on it and try to, and I quote, ‘tear it apart molecule by molecule.’ I don’t like the idea of Danny living there when he has ghost powers but he’s refusing to leave and I don’t have any way of kidnapping him and keeping him away.”

“You know that’s a spot on your ‘how close is Robin to going supervillain on us’ bingo card, right?” asked Cassie.

Conner elbowed her. “Not the point right now, Wonder Girl.” Then, in a whisper just loud enough for Tim to hear, he added, “Though this gets me close!” Back in his normal voice, he said, “Robin we’ll absolutely go check on your friend with you. Is there anything else we need to know?”

Tim tilted his head but decided not to address the teasing. “Don’t eat any food cooked in his house or stored in the main fridge. And try to avoid mentioning the word ‘ghost’ around his parents. They apparently will take that as an excuse to literally talk for multiple hours on the topic. It should go without saying, but his hero identity must be kept secret from his parents at all costs. His best friends and sister are the only humans who know. Though all the other ghosts know.”

“So…” start Bart, “You’re telling us that his rogues all know his identity but his parents don’t. That’s a bit of a role reversal.”

Tim laughed. “Yeah. Weirded me out when he told me, too. But he’s not concerned about the ghosts knowing. Just human ghost hunters.”

“Like his parents,” Cassie said.

“Like his parents,” Tim confirmed.

“Well fuck.” As always, Conner knew how to sum up everyone’s thoughts.

“So, do you know his address?” asked Bart.

“Nope,” Tim said, popping the P. “But we won’t need it. His house is obvious from a mile away based on what Danny’s said.”

Cassie shook her head. “Every word out of your mouth makes me more concerned and more curious.”

Tim laughed. “That about sums him up. He’s got some stories that could rival ours for ridiculous and crazy. Now, Wonder Girl, Superboy, what do you say about flying us closer to town? Then we can change and walk the rest of the way in.”

“You’ve got it Boss-man!” Conner shouldered the bag of their belongings and hugged Tim close before launching them in the air.

Cassie did the same with Bart who pointed in the direction of Amity. It wasn’t long before they could see the town.

The group landed in a small grove of trees to change out of uniform before walking along the side of the highway towards Amity.

As they were walking, Bart asked, “So why shouldn’t we eat any of the food at Danny’s? I’m hungry.”

“We’ll go and get far too many burgers and snacks on B’s dime. The food at Danny’s house isn’t safe to eat or even be around, just trust me.”

“Hey, Tim,” said Conner, “What the fuck does that mean?”

Tim just shrugged. “Look, his parents would fit in at Arkham. The rest… well, we’ll see when we get there. I only have second hand information myself and I don’t know if I fully believe what Danny says.”

“You didn’t crash the plane on purpose, did you?” asked Bart who was now walking backwards in front of him.

“Yeah, Tim,” agreed Cassie, “Sounds like you’ve been wanting to come here for a while. Convenient, isn’t it? You could’ve just asked us if we were interested in a road trip!”

Tim flushed. “Are you guys seriously accusing me of deliberately destroying evidence in a plane crash? Me?”

“Don’t worry, Tim!” Conner slung an arm around his shoulders and leaned into him. “I believe you. If you wanted to concoct an excuse to get us here, it’d be much more subtle.”

Cassie and Bart laughed as Tim grumbled about traitorous friends. Louder, he said, “Oi, watch what you say. We’re in everyday clothes.”

“Of course. And you’re not just saying that because we’re right.” Bart stuck his tongue out at him.

Tim ducked under Conner’s arm and threw a punch which Bart easily dodged. “Remember I know where you sleep!” he called out.

“Right back atcha!” replied Bart. Cassie and Conner laughed at them.

It only took them about twenty minutes to come to the outermost buildings of the town and within forty, they were in the town proper.

“Now, seriously, Tim, where’re we going?” asked Cassie looking around.

The people who were around kept giving them odd looks and Tim had no idea what they were doing to stick out so obviously.

As if echoing his thoughts, Cassie muttered under her breath, “Is it just me or are we being stared at?”

Conner replied just as quietly. “I can hear them whisper; they know we’re outsiders. What sort of town is this, Tim?”

“Amity’s been through a lot the past few months. It might be a more active hot spot than Gotham, actually. I don’t think they trust strangers right now.”

“Worse than Gotham?” asked Cassie. “Timmy, bestie, you are totally keeping secrets from us again! Not cool.”

“I’m not!” Tim protested. “Look, we just need to find Danny’s house and hope there isn’t a ghost attack before we do.”

“How often do these ghost attacks happen?” asked Bart.

“From what Danny says, something usually happens most days. But they’re generally small. Big attacks… maybe once a week? But those can take a few days to fully resolve.”

“Dude, that is worse than Gotham,” said Bart, awe in his voice. “And the local hero just takes care of it all himself?”

“Yeah. Danny Phantom seems to be pretty competent. At least against ghosts.”

Cassie let out a low whistle but decided to change the subject. “So, if your friend’s house is so distinct, what are we looking for?”

Before Tim could reply, the roar of an engine drowned him out and a giant silver-and-green monstrosity turned the corner so fast only two wheels remained on the ground. A woman in a blue jumpsuit leaned out the window holding a gun bigger than herself as she screamed about ghosts.

Around them, people took one look and ran into any door they could, slamming them shut. Conner, Cassie, and Bart fell into defensive stances.

Tim just grinned and relaxed as he watched to see what street the GAV turned down. It really was as ridiculous as Danny had said.

As soon as the noise of the Fenton’s illegal tank died down, Tim answered Cassie’s question. “We go down the same street as that vehicle. Those were Danny’s parents.”

“Are we going to the lair of super villains?” asked Conner.

“Nah, just mad scientists.”

“Tim, is this really the best idea?” Cassie had pulled out her phone and was uselessly trying to turn it on.

“We’ll need to if you want your phone fixed.”

Around them, people were starting to cautiously open doors and look out to make sure it was safe. Tim pretended not to notice the looks his friends were exchanging.

“Come on, what happened to grilling Danny about what I was like before Bruce took me in?” He really hoped the potential for embarrassing stories, of which there obviously weren’t any, would get them to stop second guessing him.

Cassie did hum consideringly. “Well, it’s not like we haven’t faced weirder. And we can hold our own against mad scientists if needed. Even without any form of communication device. Which… Tim, on a scale of an elephant noticing an ant to about to start world war three, how likely is it that your family has noticed something happened and how totally normal will their reaction be?”

Tim groaned. “Look, I’ll see if Danny can fix my phone first before we get dinner. If it doesn’t take too long, it won’t be an issue. We probably have a few hours before B does anything irreversible.”

“I have no idea how you put up with someone always in your business like that,” commented Conner.

Tim shrugged as he finally got the others to start moving in the direction the tank took. “I mean, I keep track of you guys about as closely as Bruce follows me.”

Bart laughed. “Whelp, that’s another box checked on the ‘Tim is going to grow up to be a supervillain’ bingo card!

Tim stuck his tongue out at his friends and sped up so he was walking a few feet ahead of them. Around them, pedestrian traffic started picking up again as people decided it was safe to come out again.

Bart ran up until he was walking backwards in front of Tim. “Do you really think you can outrun me?”

“I’m not trying to out run you. Just walk ahead of you. I’m the one who knows what I’m looking for.” They reached the turn and Bart kept walking straight so Tim grabbed his arm. “Like, for example, the fact that we need to turn down this road.”

A quick glance down the street proved this had to be the right place. The giant Fenton Works sign hung off one of the buildings and the monstrosity Danny referred to as the Ops Center sat precariously on the roof.

“In fact, that building that’s probably breaking every building code ever imagined is our destination. Come on! The sooner we get there, the sooner Danny can fix my phone, and the sooner we can eat.”

“He’s totally taking us to the lair of some evil mad scientists, isn’t he?” Cassie muttered.

Tim pretended he couldn’t hear her. Or Conner’s reply of “Oh, definitely. One more square and I’ve got bingo.”

“I think we need to change the rules of the game. We have winners too often. First person to a full card wins, not the first person to connect a line.”

“I hate you guys. You’re fired as my best friends. It’ll just be me and Danny from now on. I’ll run away and move here and hide in his attic and never talk to any of you ever again.”

Bart hooked their arms together. “Then we’ll just come and drag you back. Evil scientists and ghosts and creepy town or not.”

Conner walked up until he could bump his shoulder against Tim’s and Cassie ruffled his hair.

“Yep. You’re stuck with us for life at this point. No firing allowed,” she said.

Tim hid a smile as they walked the last half block to Danny’s house. And then the group just stared at the building for a minute.

“You know, after seeing this place, I don’t think I needed the warning about the food,” commented Cassie. “I’m not going to trust a single thing they try to give us.”

“If it comes from Danny or his sister, it’ll be fine. From their parents? Decline.” Tim took a breath and walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.

Voices could be heard from inside and a moment later, the door opened to reveal the largest human Tim had ever seen. And the orange jumpsuit he was wearing was so bright even Tim, used as he was to Robin colors, had to hold back a wince. Jack Fenton was smiling broadly at them.

“Welcome to Fenton Works! Who might you lot be? Would you like some fudge?” And even though his hands had been empty a moment before, he managed to pull a tray of fudge from…somewhere.

Before Tim could reply, Maddie Fenton was there, too. “Jack, let the kids speak! Welcome. Are you here for Jazz or Danny?”

Tim put on his gala-smile. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton. I’m Tim, Danny’s penpal from Gotham and these are some of my friends. We are on a road trip and were passing by and I decided I wanted to stop by to see Danny. Is he home?”

The words were barely out of Tim’s mouth before Jack was shouting with a voice loud enough to shake the windows. “Dan-o! Your friends are here!”

Maddie’s reaction was more interesting. Her brow furrowed and she seemed to mumble to herself, “Penpal? Has Danny mentioned a penpal before?” Louder, she said, “Please come on in. Danny will be right down.”

As his friends shuffled past him, they each poked or prodded Tim in some way to let him know how crazy they found the situation. Maddie shut the door behind them and the click of the door had no right to sound as ominous as a lock turning in a cell in a supervillain’s lair.

True to Maddie’s predictions, footsteps echoed on the floor above them and then down the stairs. Danny froze on the steps, though, as soon as he saw exactly who was in his living room.

Tim raised a hand and grinned. “Hey, Danny! Surprise?”

“Tim? What the—” Danny cut off the phrase with a glance at his parents. “Secrets! We’ve talked about surprises like this! What are you doing here?” And then he was running the rest of the way down the stairs and hugging Tim tightly.

Tim’s surprise lasted just a moment before he was hugging Danny back. “I don’t actually think we have had a conversation about the proper way for me to show up at your place when I ended up stranded in the area by accident with a non-working phone. I blame you, by the way.”

They pulled apart, but Danny stayed close enough that their arms brushed against each other at the slighted movement. “I can fix that for you. It’ll take about twenty minutes.” He glanced at Tim’s friends. “Each, I’m afraid.”

Cassie waved off his apology. “Fix Tim’s first. His family is the one that’ll freak out if he’s out of communication too long. It’s nice to meet you Danny, I’m—“

But Danny cut her off. “Cassie, right? Tim’s told me a lot about you. It’s great to finally meetcha! And you two must be Conner and Bart!” As he said their names, he correctly pointed at each boy.

“You’ve got it in one,” agreed Conner. “Though I’d like to open by saying anything Tim said is probably a lie.”

Danny laughed. “Even the part where he called you the coolest person he knows after Dick? Because I got that message just—”

Tim slammed his hand over Danny’s mouth. “No need to go into that right now.” He ignored the way he felt his face heating.

To his relief, Danny’s dad butted into the conversation. “Well we’re thrilled to have you kids here! Will you stay for dinner? My snoockums will be making the best chicken you’ve ever had!”

“Actually, Mr. Fenton,” said Tim before anyone else could, “Danny and I have this ongoing debate over which is better: Batburger or Nasty Burger. It’s been going on for years and I need to try Nasty Burger so he can’t use the excuse that I don’t know what I’m talking about when I insist Batburger is better.”

“Oh you are so going to eat your words,” Danny said shrugging out from under Tim’s arm. Looking to his friends, Danny asked, “Have all of you had batburger?”

Bart grinned. “Sure have! We’ll be sure to give our unbiased opinions!”

Danny laughed. “Great, because Tim sure won’t. He’ll refuse to admit how he’s completely wrong and Nasty Burger is the absolute best ever.”

Cassie shook her head. “Is it really called Nasty Burger? Why would they do that?”

“Oh someone vandalized the sign years ago and the restaurant decided to lean into it. Now, come on, I’ll fix Tim’s phone and then we can get dinner.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat here?” asked Maddie again.

“Yeah, mom, we’re sure.”

“How long’ll you kids be in town for?” asked Jack. “Do you have a place to stay?”

Tim shrugged. “My foster dad gave me a credit card for us to use for lodgings, food, and gas on the trip. We were just gonna find a hotel or something in town.”

“Now that just won’t do!” Maddie even covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide in disbelief. “Neither the hotel nor the motel has any ghost shields to speak of. What if there’s an attack? No. You must stay here. Our house is the safest place in town, dontcha know.”

“Exactly!” boomed Jack. “In fact, let me show you!” He reached over and flipped what looked like a light switch, but instead of a light turning on, a siren sounded and glowing-green metal slammed over the windows. At least five hidden compartments on every wall opened revealing lasers and guns. Each of which made their own noises.

Danny tensed next to him as about a third of the weapons pointed to him and a robotic voice said, “Ghost threat detected.”

Then a girl appeared on the stairs shouting at the adults. “I’m trying to study!” It was amazing how she was able to shout over the noise of the alarm systems. “Who activated the home defense system?” And that’s when she noticed Tim and his friends.

As soon as her daughter appeared, Maddie flipped the switch back off and the weapons disappeared back into the walls, the metal retreated from the windows, and the alarms fell quiet leaving behind a normal-looking living room once again.

Behind him, Tim heard Cassie mutter, “What the fuck?”

“Who are you?” Jazz asked as soon as it was quiet.

Jack answered for everyone. “These are Danny’s friends! Tim and… sorry, I don’t think I caught the rest of your names.”

“Dad!” Danny shook his head. “Come on down, Jazz. I’ve mentioned Tim a ton. He’s my online penpal Secrets. And these are his friends: Cassie, Bart, and Conner.”

“Oh! Secrets!” She ran the rest of the way down the stairs. “It’s so great to meet you. Danny didn’t mention you coming to visit.” She shook Tim’s hand with a friendly smile.

Tim couldn’t help but smile back. “Glad to meet you, too. Danny talks about you all the time.”

And his friends were done being quiet because Bart decided to take over explanations. “Our visit was unscheduled. We were in the area and our transport and phones stopped working. Saw the sign for Amity and Tim brought us here.”

Jazz nodded in understanding. “Yeah, that happens around here. But Danny can fix your phones and car so you won’t be stranded long.”

“Yep! That’s just what I was about to do. Fix Tim’s phone then take them to Nasty Burger. I’ll take care of everyone else’s after we eat.”

Jazz nodded. “Bring me back a milkshake? I have a bit more studying to do. But, Tim! I want to get to know you better. After all, you’ve been such a large part of Danny’s life these past few years. So I’ll pull out some board and card games and we can just hang out for a bit while Danny fixes your phones.”

Tim felt his face flush again. Did Danny really talk about him that much? “Uh, yeah. Sure. That sounds great.”

“Oh. My. God. Jazz! You’re not allowed to interrogate my friends.” Danny took Tim’s hand and dragged him towards the stairs. “Come on, let’s go up to my room where I can work on your phones.”

Tim heard snickering from at least one of his friends as they followed them. But really, most of his focus was on how Danny’s hand felt cool but solid in his own.

Jazz just rolled her eyes. “It’s not interrogating, Danny. It’s getting to know someone. That involves questions!”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Conner. “No one is worse at interrogation than Tim’s dad.”

“Not my dad!” protested Tim automatically.

“Foster Dad, whatever! You know who I mean.”

Danny didn’t let go of his hand until they were in his bedroom. And once everyone, except Jazz, was in the room, he shut the door.

“Great, now that we have some privacy, let’s have proper introductions! Glad to meet you all. Do you want anything? Jazz and I have water bottles and pop cans hidden up here that are safe. And I’ve got, like, seven flavors of pringles.”

“What flavors of pop?” asked Conner.

“Coke, ginger ale, sprite, and fanta,” replied Danny.

“Can I have a sprite?”

“I’ll take a coke if it’s okay,” said Cassie.

“Fanta for me!” called Bart.

“You guys got it. Tim?”

“I’ll just have water for now.”

Danny nodded. “Give me just a sec. The fridge is hidden in Jazz’s room.”

And then the Young Justice team was left alone.

Cassie hissed, “What the fuck, Tim!”

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Next

And there you have it! Tim and Danny's first in-person meeting. And the Young Justice's introduction to Amity and the Fentons.

If anyone has any fics, meta analyses, or whatever that focuses on the Young Justice characters, I'd love some recommendations! I've read less on them than the bats and they're shaping up to have a big part in this fic.

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[thealtoduck]

Oxytocin

Tim Drake x Riddler Sidekick!Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, porn with eventual plot, Bottom!Reader, Top!Tim, riding, motel sex, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, angsty ending, violence…

Tim Drake x Riddler Sidekick!Male Reader: Masterlist

Summary: You take Tim to your motel room, you’ve been staying in and things get a bit hot between the two of you…

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You and Tim entered the motel room and you closed the door behind the two of you. The two of you had been going out for a couple of weeks, you had gotten dinner together and were going to see a movie later but decided to stop by your motel room to rest a bit.

”How come you’re staying in a motel?” Tim asked casually. ”Let’s just say me and my parents aren’t on the best terms as of recently” you lied. ”Oh, sorry to hear that” Tim said sadly. ”Don’t worry about it” you said casually as you sprawled out on the bed.

The two of you hung out for a while watching the crappy motel tv, a some time before you were supposed to leave you decided to take a quick shower and went in to the bathroom. You undressed and went to the shower and turned on the warm water.

The water drenched your body and you washed yourself. You then dried off slighty with a towel and then wrapped it around your waist and left the bathroom. Tim’s jaw almost dropped when he saw you, your hot body and damp glistening skin on display.

You noticed him staring you gave a playful little scoff and said teasingly ”See something you like”. Tim then broke his stare saying ”Sorry! sorry, didn’t mean to”. You gave a small cocky laugh and slowly walked over to Tim. ”You know we could always skip the movie” you suggested with a smirk while stroking his cheek with your hand.

”To do what?” Tim asked longingly. ”Sit back and find out” you told him and Tim did as told laying back on the bed. You loosened the towel and let it fall to the floor, exposing your naked body. You then crawled on the bed towards Tim, you put a hand on his chin and planted a kiss on his soft lips.

You straddeled him as you made out, Tim only gripped the sheets not knowing if he was allowed to touch you or not. ”Feel me” you whispered in his ear, you took his wrists and guided his hands to your chest letting him touch your pecs.

His hands then explored your body his hands running all the way from your back to your ass. He kneaded your ass softly with his hands as you left hickeys on his neck. You started unbuttoning his pants and pulled down his pants and underwear freeing his hardend cock.

You pulled off his pants and underwear and threw them aside, you laid between his bare legs your fave hovering over his dick. You wrapped a hand around his length and started jerking him off slowly. Tim moaned softly it felt different when it was someone else doing it.

His tip started leaking some pre cum, you open your mouth and start taking his cock in your mouth, moving up and down on it. Tim puts a hand in your still wet hair and helps pushing back and forth on his length.

”Shit, your mouth feels so good” Tim said in pleasure, feeling your wet warm mouth on his dick. You continued like this for a while until Tim brought your head off his length saying ”Y/n, i want you to ride me”.

You gave him the same cocky smirk and went over to the bedside table. You brought out a bottle a lube and tossed it to him and he caught it. ”Gotta prepare me” you said getting back on the bed, on you knees in front of him. Tim spread lube on his fingers and parted your ass cheeks.

He stuck a lubed finger in your tight hole making you release a low groan. He continued fingering you open while adding more fingers to open you up. After a while you said blissfully ”Tim, i’m ready”. Tim slowly pulled out his fingers, he then laid down on his back.

You made your way on top of him, positioning yourself over thick length. You guided his dick to your enterance and slowly started sinking your ass on to him. You felt his big cock sliding slowly in to you filling you up with his hard shaft.

Once he was all the way in you moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. ”Taking me so well” Tim praised through his own moans, feeling the warm grip of your tight hole on his cock. He massaged your thighs softly on either side of him.

You rested your hands on his pecs and slowly started rollling your hips on his cock while Tim moved his hands to your ass griping it. You started moving quicker on his legth making the bed start to rock slowly under you.

”Y/n, your feeling so good on me” Tim said euphorically. He started moving his hips slowly up, thrusting deeper in to your warmth. You felt him hitting your prostate making you whine softly at the sensation.

Meanwhile your dick was left unattended as you bounced up and down on Tim’s hard cock, Tim grabbed your length and started jerking you off. ”Tim, fuck me” you said as you took his length. Tim listened and started thrusting up in to you harder.

Your gaping hole felt so good on his big cock making Tim see stars. The two of your bodies were glistening from the sweat forming from each others body heat. Tim supported you up by your torso and as you rode his length.

You felt your orgasm coming close and you rolled your hips faster needing your release. You felt a twitching sensation in your cock and then shot your seed all over Tim’s abs while groaning in a low euphoric tone.

The beautiful look on your face as you came pushed Tim over the edge and he thrusted roughly in to you one last time and coated your insides with his cum. You both breathed heavily and you rolled off him laying down beside him. You trailed a finger in circles around one of his nipples.

The two of you decided to clean yourselves up and took a shower together. You both then got dressed in t shirts and sweatpants. You both laid down on the bed and Tim turned to you and said ”Let’s get some sleep”. You nodded and the two of you fell asleep in each others arm.

A few hours later…

Tim woke up late that night and got out of the bed to go to the bathroom. When he came back he looked around the dark room. He then saw something strange looking on a table where moonlight was shining in through the curtains.

It looked like a blueprint, he moved the things covering it. He picked up the blue print and looked at it. It was a blue print for one of Riddler’s new plans.

You woke up sensing Tim wasn’t there beside you. ”Tim?” you questioned and sat up seeing Tim’s silhouette in the dark. ”I thought you left him” Tim stated accusingly. ”What are you talking about?” you asked lighting a beside lamp.

The light revealed Tim looking at the blueprints you had from the last time you had helped Riddler, when you had jumped out of an airplane after Robin revealed he and Batman had found out your real name.

”Tim, put that down” you said seriously. ”I can’t believe i trusted you, i can’t believe i thought you changed” Tim ranted angrily. You were confused and started ”Tim, what are you-…” and then somehow you started connecting the dots.

Tim was Robin, he sounded like him, they had similar facial structure and a similar body build. He had been following you ever since the airplane. Anger then flared up in you like a wildfire. You grabbed one of the pillows and threw it at him screaming ”You asshole! You’ve been using me this whole time!” you yelled at him standing up from the bed.

”I trusted you!” Tim repeated loudly and continued ”But you’re still working for him!”. ”You’ve been following me ever since that night on the plane, you led me on and used me!” you yelled back.

You immediately went to get your shoes and once they were on you went to leave. But Tim blocked your way… ”Tim… move…” you said in a cold hateful tone. ”No. You’re under arrest” Tim said just as coldly.

”Fine” you said and you both paused for a second awaiting the others next move. You then ran at Tim tackling him and and knocking his head in to the wall. You then made your escape through the door to the motel room and ran away in to the night.

Later…

You entered in to the Riddler’s lair seeing him, Query and Echo on the couch making up some new plan to kill Batman. They looked up at the sound of you entering. And you said casually…

”I’m back”

Eddie smirked and greeted:

”Welcome back, Clue”

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[mochinek0]

Unexpected Angel (3/4)

Previous

After Damian's phone call, Bruce and Tim brought up the fashion department on their monitors. They could see and hear everything. It didn't seem like anything was the matter.

"What is going on?" Bruce asked, "What is wrong with the fashion department? From what I can see, everything is running smoothly."

"The new hire." Damian spoke, catching Tim's attention, "She complained about a senior pushing their work onto her. She went on to say she would rather collapse at home then eat. She has been forcing herself to consume food upon her return."

"Are you sure she didn't know who you were?" Bruce pushed.

"She referred to me as a stranger." he answered, "We have never met until today. She stated that the senior female has been in the company at least five years."

"She told all this to a stranger?" Tim questioned.

"I took a seat at her table and questioned her appearance. She resembled you after two weeks of no sleep." Damian stated, "She took that too inform me of her issue here at work."

'The fact that she still looked ethereal doesn't need to be known by them.'

Tim zoomed in on Marinette and watched as she slowly approached her desk. Tim brought up the personnel files and searched the database for the lady at her desk. He didn't remember the other lady being in that department.

"There you are. Here I was thinking that you left early. You're late coming back for lunch." the lady spoke.

"Actually, I'm five minutes early." Marinette pointed out.

Damain smirked at Marinette's remark.

'I knew she had it in her.'

The Waynes watched as the older lady leaned closer to their designer, "Copy all these papers and make sure there are at least twenty-five pages each. You should be able to do that in three hours, right?" and walked away.

"Tim?" Bruce questioned.

"Got it." he replied, "Carolyn Briggs. She's better known around the office as 'Carrie' and she has worked for us at least five years."

Damian watched the monitor as Marinette looked between the pile of papers and her desk. He watched as she ignored the papers and turned to her designs.

"I believe she's used this tactic before." Damian spoke out loud, "Use the weak-willed to do your work. Likely, she was transferred or the person quit."

"She was transferred from advertising within the last month." Drake declared, "She has worked in many departments during her time here."

"You may also want to notify the design department that their copies will be late." Damian smirked.

"Tim, inform the lead and I'd prefer we keep an eye on this situaction." the head of Wayne Enterprise announced, "I believe Miss Dupain-Cheng is working on the concepts for the collections we spoke of during her hiring period."

"It seems there's a meeting about the upcoming collection in three hours." Tim explained, "They will be talking with members and explaining about Marinette's new position. We also have a timeline for the collection and for when it will be released. He isn't amused with what is going on, but he had noticed Miss Dupain-Cheng's work had gone down since her arrival. Now that he has a better understanding of the situation, he has no issue if we extend the timeline."

After three hours, Tim noticed Carolyn walking to Marinette's desk.

"It's show time!" he announced.

Bruce and Damian quickly turned to look at the monitors. Marinette sat at her desk, humming. She hadn't left her desk and had maintained a steady work pace.

"Where are my papers?" Carolyn shrieked, suddenly, "Did you leave them at the machine again?"

"They are right here." Marinette smiled, "Right where you left them."

"I told you to do them!" Carrie screamed, "There's a meeting in fifteen minutes."

"Then, you should get to it." Mari replied, "I can't imagine not having the correct information for a meeting. That sounds really important."

"You little bitch!" Carrie shouted, slapping Marinette.

Damian was quick to his feet and glared at the senior worker. Bruce glanced at his son, amused.

"I want her fired." he growled.

'Perhaps, Damian has taken a personal interest in our new hire.'

Marinette just smiled at the vindictive lady, "Sorry, but I have my own job to do. I don't have time to do your job. What have you been doing for the last three hours? So much wasted time. I mean, is your job that hard that your can't copy papers? You've been at this for five years. No offense, but I don't want to be you in five years. Better get started, you have an important meeting in.....ten minutes."

Carrie snarled, grabbed the papers, and hurried away.

"Tim, find what Miss Briggs has been doing for the past three hours." Bruce demanded, "Get back to me when you have found out."

"I suggest Miss Dupain-Cheng be given a workspace away from everyone else." the youngest Wayne chimed in, "It would give her a peace of mind. The collection would get her undivided attention and we will get the results we asked her of."

The two CEO's agreed.

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[meara-eldestofthemall]

Batman #138 Featuring The Return Of Tim Drake: Emotional Support Robin

After well over a decade of DC struggling to figure out what Tim's place in the Batfamily is they've finally let him return to his roots. This week in Batman #138 we see Tim in his classic role of Emotional Support Robin. This is both a good and a not-so-good thing. The good is Tim standing up, without hesitation, to Bruce when the man has gone off the rails.

And it's not just being an Emotional Support Robin for Bruce, either. Tim stops Damian so that Nightwing can do what he has to. He's actually supporting both of his brothers here. Again, Tim emphasizes what's at the heart of his mission as Robin - saving Bruce/Batman from his own inner darknes when it's consuming him. He also stands up for himself, which is really good to see.

On the not-so-good side we see that Tim really is the classic middle child in a dysfunctional family; the one who steps up to essentially parent the parent when they go off the deep end.

Is this healthy? Oh my, no but Tim's too immersed in the role to be able to stop. He even gets between Nightwing and Batman to try and get them both to de-escalate.

In the end we get to see another positive aspect of Tim's role as the Emotional Support Robin: comforting of Damian.

It's great to see the growth in Tim and Damian's relationship. It's also interesting that he's the one that comforts Dami, not Dick. Part of that is due to the famous Grayson temper having roaring to life like an angry dragon. While some fans may not object to Bruce getting a well deserved right hook to the nose, hopefully, Tim will be able to keep Dick from doing Bruce any irreparable harm.

So, for or good or ill, it seems that Tim's role as the Emotional Support Robin will be sorely needed as the storyline progresses. That leaves just one question. Who will look out for Tim while he's helping everyone else?

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[ghostpainters]

Batman’s Robins 

(Well, 5 of them anyways) Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, and Daian Wayne 

I used one of those anime group templates to pose and position everyone, but the artist was saved to the Instagram account I no longer have access to. So alas, I cannot give them the credit they deserve. I would very much like to tho. Hence why I haven’t posted this for a few weeks :’(

#batman fanart #batmancollection #batfamily fanart #batfam fanart #BatFam #batfamily #robin #Red Robin #robins #dick grayson robin #redrobin #dick grayson #Jason Todd #jason todd robin #jason todd fanart #dick grayson and jason todd #Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #timmothydrake #cute tim drake #timdrake #Stephanie Brown #stephanie #batgirl #batgirls #richard grayson #nightwing #red hood #redesign #redhood

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

DC (Batfamily)

Birdwatch11 by smilebackwards

Tim hadn’t actually meant to start a popular Batwatch blog.

He hadn’t meant to start a blog at all honestly but by the time he turned eleven he’d accumulated hundreds of pictures of Batman and Robin on his Nikon DSLR and it had just seemed inefficient to go through the trouble of printing them and storing them in a box under his bed when BlogSphere had a perfectly adequate platform.

lost treasure by adelfie

"Dad, I don’t want to do this.”

“It doesn’t matter what you want. This is why we brought you here,” Jack hisses. “So we can get paid.”

Or: When a cozy night out with his parents turns into a night of captivity and torture, Tim is forced to seek protection from his worst nightmare - the Red Hood.

Hey There Demons by hitthedeck

Treating magical threats lightly is never an option, especially when that threat tears holes in realities. To combat this danger, a good hero must remain vigilant and in peak physical condition at all times.

Too bad Red Robin never got that message.

Or, in which even demons can't comprehend why Tim Drake is Like That.

Stranger Things

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In by KiaraMGrey

When Steve finds himself alone and without friends, following his breakup with Nancy, he decides what he needs is a distraction. Maybe some new friends who don't remind him of the bullshit life he gave up. When he literally runs into Eddie Munson, school drug dealer and self proclaimed freak, an idea begins to form. Who better to show him what life outside popularity can be like, than someone who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks?

And Eddie? Well, Eddie is just bracing for impact.

Everybody's Friend by AmethystUnarmed

"Hey Harrington,” Eddie calls, as Steve books it to the Beamer.

Steve stops, and is only the slightest bit nervous when he says, “Yeah?”

It almost makes Eddie feel bad.

Almost.

“How’s the character creation going?”

The absolute dread on Steve’s face confirms Eddie's worst fears.

“I... I'm not going to be able to play Thursday.”

God. Dammit.

~~~

Steve's budding friendship with the Hellfire Club hits a few snags and Eddie wonders if all of this was even worth it.

Clone Wars

Standards of Professionality by Trixree

"Are we going to pretend I didn’t just find you fucking your General, vod?” Rex hisses over private-comm.

Cody doesn’t even turn his head to look at him. Rex can hear the smile in Cody’s voice when he replies, “No, because I am not fucking my General, Rex’ika. I am fucking Obi-Wan. We are professionals.”

5 times Cody and Obi-Wan struggled to maintain plausible deniability regarding their affections for one another + 1 time they decidedly Did Not

Shadowhunters

prosper matrimonium by smilebackwards

"Gorgeous, sweet, community-oriented,” Magnus ticks off the positive attributes on his fingers. And he’s sure he’ll find plenty more to like about Alexander Lightwood. “I imagine suitors are beating down his door. Please tell me he’s not actually dating Lorenzo.”

Cat hesitates. “Well, if you’re really interested in Alec, you have interesting timing to say the least.”

“How do you mean?” Magnus asks.

“Alec just put his name in for the prosper matrimonium.”

Or: The disaster with the Circle swings the Clave a little more progressive. And if Magnus wants Alec’s heart, he’s going to have to compete for it

The Umbrella Academy

To Be Where You Are (So Very Far) by bobee

He'd thought he'd seen it all.

Forty-Five years in a wasteland and two weeks saving the world, only to be taken for a year by a man guided by his own self-interest. He'd seen the horrors of what this life has to offer. It's all he's ever seen.

He just hadn't known that there was one out there meant for him.

(or, Number Five, the end of the end of the world, and the start of a new one.)

On My Terms by CivilBores

"I did what you asked,” he tells her. “Now, the briefcase.”

Her eyebrows raise in mock-surprise, red lips curling up her face in a sadistic smile.

“You didn’t think that was all, did you?” she asks.

AU: The Handler gives Five a slightly different deal.

#happy wednesday everyone #weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #dc recs #stranger things recs #tua recs #sw recs #shadowhunter recs

[vinelark]

khoa & tim fake uncle postfic

because i’m thinking about tim’s fake uncle again and because i’m also thinking about ghostbat: au (loosely inspired by this) set during tim’s early robin era where tim does a version of the Fake Uncle thing, which coincides with minhkhoa khan sneaking into town to spy on bruce.

the thing is, khoa has been off the grid for a while and just learned about jason--both that bruce got another kid, and that said kid had a fatal run-in with the joker. bruce had told khoa to stay out of gotham years ago, but khoa isn’t about to let that stop him once he catches up on the news and pieces together bruce’s grief spiral that only recent calmed down with the appearance of a new robin. a new robin who is, conveniently, posting a veiled job offer for an? uncle?? on the internet, and doing it entirely on his own.

so khoa fashions himself a fake struggling-but-not-too-struggling actor identity and lands himself the position of tim drake's uncle. it’s a perfect way to peek at bruce’s life while flying under the radar, because this tim kid is very eager to keep his fake uncle as separate from bruce as possible. khoa expects to be in and out of this job in a month, maybe two, as soon as he’s sure bruce is stable and not going to crumble because bruce cares so much and khoa knows it’ll be his undoing one day and—anyway. it’s a temporary gig. the kid’ll have to come up with a cover story when khoa inevitably disappears, but that’s not khoa’s problem. and tim probably shouldn’t be making up fake relatives anyway, so khoa will be teaching him a valuable lesson. (the lesson: always make sure you have collateral on someone before trusting them. you’re welcome for the parenting help, bruce!)

except. it’s not so easy to leave.

after just two weeks khoa starts realizing that:

tim is bonkers

like, off the wall bonkers

and brilliant

bad combo, khoa knows from experience

tim desperately cares about bruce and dick and alfred

but does not see himself as part of the family (hence the fake uncle thing)

khoa also realizes that tim keeps secretly patching himself up at home (because he’s downplaying any injuries after patrols) and eventually khoa is like. “okay. i don’t care what happened*, but you do have to stitch that up properly. my fake self can’t be in trouble for child endangerment.” and he patches up a surprised and wary tim. this becomes a routine.

*(khoa knows what happened, he was stalking batman on patrol that night. like most nights.)

ANYWAY. basically what i’m saying is: identity shenanigans where bruce’s ex is lurking around gotham pretending to be tim’s uncle and tim doesn’t know about the ex thing and bruce doesn’t know about the uncle being fake thing and everyone is keeping secrets from each other. and khoa goes from “this is a convenient way to spy on bruce” to “if anything happens to this unhinged baby robin i will kill everyone in this room and then myself” and ends up co-parenting tim without bruce realizing.

also in between having concerning realizations about tim’s self-preservation skills and spying on bruce, khoa finds time to have fun with it. like imagine a parent-teacher conference at tim’s school. the school calls bruce to schedule because his contact info is still on file from when tim was staying with him. but obviously khoa catches wind of this and decides to also turn up, in full uncle disguise, and spends the whole time fucking with bruce and having a blast.

like bruce was kind of checked out last year when the conferences happened and now he’s starting to claw out of his grief enough to be present and engaged. especially now that tim is staying with his “uncle” bruce is like wait. wait. and is trying to make more of an effort, so he shows up to the conference. and then at the conference khoa is just lounging in his chair like, “tim fell asleep in class? good for him, i’ve been telling him to get more sleep” and bruce is trying to be Even Better Dad to compensate while his eye is just constantly twitching.

[parent-teacher conference shenanigans with contributions from @cairoscene, @90kon, & @mammutblog:]

teacher: i won't sugar coat it, tim is very nearly failing literature

khoa: ah. a ridiculous subject anyway.

teacher: i notice tim is very... isolated. he doesn't seem to engage much with his peers, even when they try to initiate conversations with him

khoa: well children are idiots, i don't blame him

teacher: tim got in a fight—

khoa: did he win?

khoa: oh tim’s getting an A in science? we should celebrate. i’ll take him to get ice cream for dinner. we usually do that anyway but this time he can have extra sprinkles

bruce: that’s not— [deep breath] in my experience tim has trouble remembering to eat a balanced diet when left to his own devices, which is important to his growth at this age.

khoa: yeah of course. that’s why sometimes we get frozen yogurt instead

bruce: tim is lactose intolerant

khoa: [pulls out a packet of lactaid] i know

anyway!! after a bunch of shenanigans and awkward actually-taking-care-of-tim moments, something big happens where bruce and tim are in deep trouble and khoa breaks cover to burst in and rescue both batman & robin and all secrets come out. tim is shocked that he didn’t figure out who khoa was (in tim’s defense, he’s had a Lot going on) and bruce is soooo mad he didn’t see through the disguise, but also bruce is. grateful. that khoa has been there for tim, especially when khoa finally gets to do a full “get your head out of your ass” rant about the various ways tim has been pretending to be way more okay than he is.

khoa: if you’re going to CARE about people so much the least you can do is! pay attention to them!! this kid is your problem, act like it!

bruce: sounds like he might be Our problem now

khoa: only because i don’t trust you to get the job done 😤

(ALSO because khoa is literally there to lurk and observe he notices the league slipping into gotham and they end up rescuing a resurrected jason early.)

anyway i just think the concept of khoa being tim’s deus ex machina adult is so fun. like tim is on some international mission with young justice and it seems like all hope is lost and then freaking ghost-maker swans in and takes out all the enemies and gives tim a whole rant about How Is Bruce Letting You Run Around Like This, Does He Know What You’re Getting Up To In Your Spare Time, Where Even Is He. the vibe is ghost-maker dropping a (carefully patched up) robin on wayne manor doorstep with a sticky note on tim’s forehead reading TAKE BETTER CARE OF YOUR THINGS.

(bonus au of this au from aubrey where bruce DOES see through khoa’s disguise:

Tim: Bruce, this is my uncle--

Bruce: ANTON?!

Khoa: 😘

Tim: oh my god DID YOU FUCK MY FAKE UNCLE, BRUCE?)

also please look at this khoa and tim art again for the vibes

#sorry this is so messy but i just keep rotating it in my head and having so much fun #minhkhoa khan #tim drake #ghostbat #ghost-maker #originally posted on twitter but i expanded it a bit! #postfic #this au lives in my mind rent free. the tim pangs. the khoa being sooo normal and spying on bruce shenanigans. the slow healing. etc etc #literally just. khoa: unlike bruce i don’t have weaknesses like CARING about these kids #tim: thank you for being my fake uncle. your job description is to literally not care about me #khoa: well—

[sungbeam]

BIRD HUNT — two

nonidol!choi line x f!reader

gotham city is a gutter running rampant with the ill, corrupt, and the insane. at times, justice and vengeance must be served by one's own hand... no matter the lengths one must go to do so.

▷ genre, au, etc. bat family au, dc comics inspired, dark, vigilantes au, slow burn, ceo/billionaire au, cat woman!reader, murder mystery au, action, suspense, angst, slow burn-ish?, love square??; choi line inspired by dick grayson (csb), jason todd (cyj), and tim drake (cbg), including bruce wayne for choi minho and damian wayne for nishimura riki, inspired by 2022's The Batman

▷ chapter warnings. swearing, mentions of death and murder, mentions of weaponry, blood, mentions of suicide but no actual act thereof, one suggestive comment

▷ word count. 4.3k // taglist. open

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FILE_02 : behind every man

gotham city.

[three days since your mother was murdered.]

You had no real friends or allies in Gotham City besides your mother and your extended family of stray cats. The metallic smell of blood had begun to cling to the walls after an hour of holding your mother's body close to you.

The police had come when you called.

They deemed it a suicide for simplicity's sake.

When you pointed out the note in a rage, they left it embedded in the wall as it laughed at you. Your hands were covered in your mother's blood like a morbidly crimson finger paint, and the damn cops weren't going to do anything about this. Not for someone like you. Not unless…

Not unless you used what you had in your arsenal.

It was stupid, you had thought at the time. It was an open invitation to get yourself thrown in the ringer by… oh Hell, you shivered so violently, it could be compared to a Magnitude 7 earthquake. No, you could never forgive yourself if you did that—the stupid idea popping into your head. And yet…

You knew that your mother would have never allowed you to sacrifice yourself so vulnerably. (The irony of the matter was that your mother would probably do the exact thing you were considering, had she been in your position.)

But by the third day of not leaving the apartment at all, you had made up your mind.

It was time to go see your father.

"We're investigating the murder of a mayoral candidate, Yeonjun, not a stripper."

Yeonjun rolled his eyes from where he sat in his armchair, legs crossed neatly over one another and his elbow perched on the armrest. There was a distinct look of boredom on his face as the flames of the fire in the hearth flickered across the sculpted grooves of his features. "Well, I know that. Strippers are more fun."

Soobin pretended he hadn't heard that. He pressed his index finger and thumb to his eyelids with a deep sigh. "So at least one of us has to be present at the company for the Choi-Palmer Merger. And at least one of us has to be present at the meeting with Commissioner Kim about the investigation."

"In unif—"

"In uniform," Soobin confirmed.

Beomgyu sipped his third cup of coffee this morning (it was approximately seven in the morning and he had a brief nap from one to two). There was something so addicting about the bitter taste and the buzz at the back of his head. He didn't feel like himself without it. Definitely not healthy, but he hadn't been healthy for a while. "You say at least one of us for both. So which one needs two of us?"

Yeonjun closed his eyes. "Why can't dad and Riki go?"

Soobin sent him a glare that Yeonjun pointedly ignored. "Because they're out of town? They've been out of town for a week, dude. Where have you been?"

"Serving justice," Yeonjun droned.

It wasn't difficult to sense the tension in the front parlor of the Choi Manor. There was always some sort of tension present, especially between the brothers. Riki never really dealt with it because they all had a soft spot for their half brother, and because Riki was too much like their father, Choi Minho, to care about what other people thought. It was no surprise as to why Riki was the favorite child. Soobin, Yeonjun, and Beomgyu had long since accepted it and wholeheartedly agreed. It was one of the rare few things the Chois could all agree on, actually.

Soobin strived to hold in another sigh. "Okay, fine. Whatever. I'll go meet with Kim to talk about what the Hell's going on this time." He slipped his phone out of his pocket to double check the details of the meeting and where it would take place. Usually, they would be in uniform under the cover of night, but there were exceptions. Plus, corruption nor crime waited for nightfall, so why should they?

Yeonjun nodded as he pushed up from his seat. He stretched his arms over his head, the popping of joints dull yet satisfying. "Cool."

As the two older brothers began to make their way out of the room, Beomgyu bolted upright. "Hey, wait! Who's doing the Palmer Merger?"

"You," Soobin and Yeonjun answered in sync—then promptly gagged to themselves. That was the cringiest thing they could've ever—

"Where the Hell are you going then, Yeonjun? There's no way you would entertain politicians," Beomgyu complained with his arms crossed firmly over his chest. "Even the dead ones."

Soobin's eyes narrowed at the slight dig at himself, but Yeonjun simply waved a flippant, uncaring hand. "I have a hot date."

Soobin scoffed. "With who? Your hand?"

Beomgyu didn't even bother suppressing his giggles of utter delight, especially when Yeonjun sent a look at his younger brothers. "You're both so rude—"

"Whatever you say, old man," Beomgyu jested. He picked his coffee cup up from the table and made his way past his brothers. "Have fun or whatever." As he walked away, his footsteps were so light that even in the hollow hallway, not even the dust stirred. His voice was distant and muffled as he called out for the family's butler and right-hand, Alfred Pennyworth, about what tie might go well with today's soon-to-be successful merger.

While he was away, Soobin clapped a hand on his older brother's shoulder as they too went down the hallway, but traveled further past the grand staircase in the foyer and into the chamber of a small elevator. "You know, Lee would murder you if you called your meeting with his girlfriend a 'hot date.'"

Yeonjun folded his arms over his chest. The elevator carriage began descending deeper into the manor's land to its subterranean levels. He scoffed. "Who said the hot date I was referring to was his girlfriend and not him?"

"Just marry him already," Soobin rolled his eyes, his head shaking.

The elevator came to a smooth stop, the door sliding open to reveal the massive, yawning cavern below the grounds of the Choi Manor. The squeal of bats echoed against the cool, stone walls and the LEDs installed into the ground and in select areas of the cavern roof blinked to life as the two brothers walked past them. It was a generous basement space that acted as headquarters for the family's alter egos as well as housed their vehicles. Beomgyu had called it the "Bat Cave" at one point, to which everyone in the family pointedly disagreed to. Their father was not pleased with it at all, but it had unfortunately yet gradually begun to stick.

Soobin stopped at a doorway that came up just before they would have reached the massive set of computer monitors and controls. He glanced over his shoulder to watch Yeonjun don a pair of matching brown leather gloves as he headed for the garage levels. "Hey."

His brother's split eyebrow quirked upward.

"Stay outta trouble, will ya?"

Yeonjun smirked. "I thought you knew me better than that, Bin."

Soobin huffed a sigh. He really couldn't control his older brother, nor his younger brothers, but he could definitely hope and dream. "At least wear a helmet, dickhead," he shouted after him.

The lights built into the perimeter of the runway shuttered to life as Yeonjun skipped up the steps to his beloved motorcycle. He cooed at his vehicle, hands gently caressing the handlebars and polished metal that he lovingly maintained. "Hi, baby. How we doin'? Can you hear that? He wants me to wear a helmet like you won't protect me."

"Oh my god, he's talking to it again." Soobin turned away from his strange, strange brother. He had much bigger fish to fry than worrying about Yeonjun. Contrary to popular opinion, Yeonjun could unfortunately take care of himself (most of the time).

Soobin pushed into the doorway and into the arsenal chambers. These were lit in dim, blue-white lighting—colors that Yeonjun and Beomgyu detested because of the clear "bias" toward Soobin and their father's uniforms, but Minho had simply rolled his eyes and approved the order for blue and white LEDs. There were separate rooms for uniforms, weaponry, and other gadgets that might be needed while out on patrol, but since this was simply a… conference of sorts, Soobin donned his black and blue uniform, along with the black domino mask fitted over the upper half of his face.

While Yeonjun was partial to his beloved pearl-handled pistols (and things that went BANG BANG, in general), Soobin preferred his escrima sticks—twin batons that were wired with tasers. Hand-to-hand combat and close combat was his specialty, and it was how his father had first taught him to fight. Everyone in the family could fist fight, but some preferred it and some didn't.

Once everything was in place, Soobin headed out to meet with Commissioner Kim about a man's murder. He hoped this wouldn't be a massive waste of his time.

You had never liked the look of the Iceberg Lounge. Its front door was like a rusted garage, and it was fixed below an active metro line. The train rattled on by every ten minutes or so and blew your hair behind and to the side of you as you monitored the exclusive club across the street from you. You had only ever been to the Iceberg Lounge a couple times, and that had been years and years ago when you had been pint-sized and your mother still acknowledged your father's presence. You wished you could carry on her routine of no longer acknowledging him, but desperate times called for incredibly desperate measures.

There weren't many ways you supposed you could break into the lounge without having to go through the front security. You could probably try to scale the wall to reach that one window way up there…

Or save yourself the trouble by simply going through the front. You sighed, clambering out of your car and making your way over to the front door, where a pair of big bouncers stood stationed outside. There wasn't a line, not when it was still day and there was too much risk of people recognizing other people.

The two men eyed you, and you them. You bet they could manhandle you if they wanted, but you flashed them your ID, and the one on the right lowered his mouth to his communicator. "Capo's daughter is here."

Ah, so he had been keeping an eye on you.

You were granted entry.

The smell of sweat and booze hit you like a massive gust of wind. The men behind you chuckled at the way you gagged, the doors slamming shut behind you. Your eyes shuttered like a camera lens in an attempt to quickly accustom them to the dimmed, blue-white lighting.

There weren't many people around at this time of day. You came upon a balcony railing that looked down to what you assumed to be a dance floor below. Above, you caught the gleam of the upper offices that overlooked the rest of the club with walls made of thick panes of glass. But your destination was further up, and so you made your way to a set of elevators to the left.

If you ventured down to the floors beneath the dance floor, you would find the VIP lounge—the real Iceberg Lounge. You remembered recognizing famous people you'd seen on TV down there before with scantily dressed women hanging off their arms like jewelry.

The elevator carriage brought you up to the top floor that opened up into a penthouse suite. Washed out white light poured through the window at the far wall and shelves of books and manuals and ledgers lined the walkway into the living space. There was a muted jazz tune playing from the record player in the far corner; you never thought your father would listen to jazz, really. He had always been a classical guy when you were young.

"It's been quite a long time—" You whirled around to find a tall, lanky man stepping out from one of the doors on the right side of the room. He wore crisp, black silk clothing, his face sculpted and well-kept. The hair on the back of your neck stood. "—but I suppose the phrase is 'better late than never.'"

You swallowed and steeled yourself. You didn't cry, you really didn't. "Mom—" your voice broke, "—mom's gone. I don't… I didn't know what to do or where to go…"

Your father hushed you as he enveloped you in his hold. You wondered in the back of your mind why he was so cold.

"It's okay, Yn. It's going to be okay."

You didn't cry. You really, really didn't.

But this was your mom. You loved your mom. "She's gone," you croaked into the expensive material of his shirt. "Someone killed her." There was a sort of grit in your voice from the congestion, but you liked to think it was passion.

His hand came up to smooth the hair at the back of your head in a sort of comforting gesture. You would take what you could get at this point. "Then they will pay, Yn. I will find them—you know I can."

You felt as cold as your father's body heat. "Do you know who could have done this?"

"I have ideas," he said quietly.

How was he so calm? You were close to shaking the information from him and going to deal with them yourself. Your father pulled away from you to take a look at your blank face. He placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you to the sectional and offering you to sit with him.

"You know I have my enemies," he murmured. He leaned against the back cushion, eyes glazing over. "I'm just sorry you and your mother had to suffer because of them."

"Who?"

He glanced at you. "I don't know who exactly—"

"Then give me options." Your voice had steeled again, like your resolve. You swallowed—but you were still just a scared, little girl. You knew your father had enemies, but he had double the amount of connections and triple the power. You would exploit it if it meant bringing your mother the justice she deserved.

"Would you like to help?" That piqued your interest. Your father lifted a hand. "I understand that this is dangerous… this is a dangerous world, but you can be even more dangerous, if only you were given the proper guidance."

Those words… you didn't realize how much they could send a jolt through your veins. You weren't sure if it was good or bad though. But at this moment, it seemed to be what you wanted to hear.

"Could we… could we have a funeral for her?" Perhaps that was one of the only things you wanted. That, and justice. And maybe for your mother to come back.

Your father's eyes shone—with what, you couldn't tell just yet. "Of course, Yn. We can have a funeral. That is a small thing." You wished you had known just how small it was compared to all of the things he would ask of you.

There was a vintage diner located far from the Choi Enterprise building and far from anyplace anyone would think to find a member of the prestigious family. That was why Yeonjun loved it so much. Plus, the waffles weren't half bad.

A plate of said freshly made waffles had just been placed before him when the bell above the diner door jingled its merry, little tone. He hummed in delight, dancing in his chair a little bit, as he fed himself a chunk of the waffle smothered in melted butter and sweet maple syrup.

"Ooh, that looks so good, Jun."

Yeonjun grinned as another chunk of waffle went into his mouth. He glanced up from his plate only for a second in greeting to his so-called hot dates. "Mhm, she's a beauty."

He dug his fork and knife into the waffle piece, moaning softly with his eyes closed. "Mm-mm! Hear that crunch? Music to my goddamn ears."

Felix Lee rolled his eyes, tongue poking his cheek through an ill-concealed smile. There was a young woman next to him, who was already sliding into the squeaky, red vinyl booth across from Yeonjun. She was pretty—that much Yeonjun knew. After all, he was the one to have introduced his best friend, Felix, to her. It took a lot of courage to give him away like that.

Felix himself was a blond—well, not fully blond, but—wait a second.

Yeonjun shoved his bite into his cheek. His eyebrows furrowed, and he gestured to the tips of Felix's hair. Said tips that were now burned a scarlet red. "It's red."

Felix slid into the booth beside his girlfriend, who most everyone referred to as Nana, and braced his arm over the booth behind her. "Good to know your eyes still work, Choi."

It was always so strange, the contrast between the little nose and freckles to the deep, ass voice. Even after years of knowing him, Yeonjun still did a double take sometimes. He supposed it was good for scaring the shit out of the baddies when they couldn't see his face, and they only heard his voice and felt the sting of his arrowheads.

"Don't give me that, Arrow Boy—"

"Just saying, Red Hoodlum—"

Nana hit the table with her palm. "Hey! Can you bozos wait until I've had coffee before you start your lover's quarrel?"

Yeonjun averted his eyes to his waffle plate, and Felix winced. "Ah, sorry babe." Felix flicked his wrist to signal a waiter. The kid who arrived was the same bored, overworked and underpaid one who had delivered this golden plate of Heaven to Yeonjun. "Can I get a plate of that—" he gestured to the Heaven, "—and two cups of coffee? But both with a bit of milk as well."

"Thank you!" Nana called after the boy after he gave a dull bob of his head in acknowledgement. She then settled her elbows on the shiny, white table and braced her chin on her hands. "How're you, Jun?"

"Great," he replied between bites. "Managed to dip out on company duties and 'good guy' shit—"

"A normal day," Felix added.

Yeonjun lifted a shoulder like a half-hearted shrug. He wasn't about to disagree. "So everything's comin' up—"

"Order up!"

Nana perked up as the waiter kid set down twin mugs of steaming hot coffee. The woman delicately blew over the scalding hot surface while her boyfriend scarfed the shit down like it was water. It was funny, Yeonjun thought as he watched the two of them. So different, yet so similar. Felix was usually quite sunny and polite, like his girlfriend, but sometimes Yeonjun brought out the worst (he liked to think it was their true best) in people. Felix was actually a neighboring city's own watchdog and resident bow and arrow enthusiast, Speedy.

Yeah, Yeonjun loved that name when Felix told him what his vigilante name was. Tch. Speedy. He bet that was exactly how one could describe their experience with him in—

"That's good coffee," Felix said as he set the cup down. Empty. He glanced over at Nana who had just finished stirring in a packet of sugar and took a generous gulp of her drink. "Cheap but good, hm babe?"

"Mm," she hummed in affirmation. She set the mug down. "Okay, okay. Shall we—"

"Here's those waffles." Another plate of Heaven touched down onto the table, was slid over to Nana, and suddenly the words disappeared from her tongue as she indulged in pure goodness.

Yeonjun finished off his first waffle and vaguely gestured in the air with his fork. "I'm starting to think the universe just doesn't want me to find my mom."

Felix shrugged. He turned his head, eyes still looking at Yeonjun, as Nana fed him a fork of waffle. He swallowed, then replied, "Maybe. But it's not like the universe has done you any favors."

"That is so true, my friend."

"Why do you say the universe doesn't want you to find her?" Nana queried between bites.

Yeonjun set his utensils down then drummed his fingers against his chin where he had braced against his palm. "Well, for starters, it keeps interrupting you."

"Well," she emphasized, "you can stop thinking that, because I found a trail."

His breath hitched.

Felix grinned at his friend's reaction, arms holding his girlfriend by her shoulders. "See? Isn't she so good? She's so talented, such a genius."

"Nana Lee—" Yeonjun began.

"Yeonjun, that is not my name."

"Hey, let the man speak! And what do you mean that's not your name?"

"—I love you so much," Yeonjun finished, hands clasped together in prayer. As for whom he was praying to… well, he believed in no god, only himself. And perhaps the woman seated across from him.

Felix narrowed his eyes. "Okay, bro."

"Chill," Yeonjun said with a pointed look. "Nana, please do tell me what lead you have caught and how I may repay you."

Nana shook her head at this. "Oh no, you're not repaying me, Jun. Not for this."

"Oh, come on," he protested. He nodded to his best friend. "Back me up."

Nana sent Felix a sharp look, to which he could only raise his hands in surrender. "Baby says no, I say no."

Yeonjun narrowed his eyes at Felix this time, face twisted into an expression of pure disbelief. "Oh my god, you simp. Every other moment I give you a chance, you're begging me for money."

Felix coughed as Nana's eyebrow flew upward. "I've changed my ways, babe."

"Mhm," she hummed in disbelief, then returned to her waffles. Sometimes Yeonjun wondered how this pairing even worked, and then he realized that he needed to give himself more credit. Because this pairing definitely worked. He suppressed a chuckle to himself, but he knew Felix saw the way his eyes were alight in silent laughter.

Shut up, the blond seemed to say.

And in proper Yeonjun fashion, he smirked. Make me. "So, the lead?"

"Oh, yes. Right." Nana swiped a napkin over her lips. "She was put in witness protection quite a while ago." Yeonjun and Felix paused their squabbles, both of them fully tuning into Nana's findings. "Usually, they don't release such records to the public for obvious reasons, so I don't know much about her new identity."

Yeonjun cocked his head to the side. "Much? So you know something."

"She doesn't live in Gotham," she said. She paused, considering something. "But again, I found a trail. It's faint, but a trail is a trail."

He couldn't agree more. "Send me it when you can."

Soobin found that domino masks were relatively comfortable. They were definitely more comfortable than the entire cowl thing that his father wore as the Batman, and they didn't make him feel like he was suffocating. The rooftop of the police headquarters allowed for lots of breathing room, so as he inspected the photos of the scene the commissioner had given him, he didn't feel like he was being caged in. Most of the time, he figured out how to shut himself off and to focus on the details and the job. Others… it was a little more difficult.

The man in the pictures had been murdered executioner style with a kill shot to the head at close range. The victim would have been at the mercy of his killer. There was blood spatter on the floor, the walls… all standard stuff. But the most curious thing about the scene was the note that had come with it.

"Hey." Soobin lifted his head up from the folder and pictures. A figure in lean, armored red and black touched down onto the roof with his grappling hook, feet as light as a feather. Beomgyu also had a domino mask fitted to his face to hide his identity. He made his way toward his brother, his black cape moving with his footsteps. "What'd he give you?"

Soobin shifted the images slightly so Beomgyu could tilt his head and see for himself. "That was quick."

"Yeah, Palmer didn't fuckin' show up," Beomgyu grumbled.

Soobin clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Guess we can say bye to him, then."

He grunted. "We better. If he comes crawling back, you're dealing with him because I'm not wasting another nicely ironed suit again for that idiot. Or Alfred's time, for that matter."

Soobin could get behind that.

"What the fuck's that?" Beomgyu picked up the photocopy of the note.

Right. That. It was a simple piece of paper, but with the words "A Debt Repaid" typed in large letters and basic sans serif font. There was a bit of the victim's blood on it, but that was expected. The note had been dusted for prints, but as expected, none were lifted. Based on this, it might have been a crime of passion, especially since this mayoral candidate would have made lots of political enemies. But looking at the method of death, there was something still detached about it.

Majority of the signs pointed to an assassin—a skilled killer of sorts, probably for hire. What Soobin couldn't hit the mark with was why? A Debt Repaid, was the supposed "explanation." But why? Who decided this man had offended someone so badly that he deserved to die? Soobin didn't like researching politicians, but politicians were so easy to dig up shit on. And if they deserved it (as most did), finding the shit and exposing them for it was always a job well-done in his books.

Justice, after all.

"A note from the killer," Soobin said plainly.

Beomgyu considered it for a moment. "Why does it look familiar to me?"

His brother turned to him. "Huh?"

"It just looks familiar for some reason. Maybe déjà vu or something," he dismissed with the flick of his hand.

"Mm." Soobin stared at the lifeless eyes of the mayoral candidate. His name was Lee Sungjae. He had a wife, three children, a house in the suburbs. And he was dead.

Guess he had some research to do. Soobin balked though; he really didn't like politicians.

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It was strange how time has changed things for you. You had hour long talks with Tim and just after a few weeks you saw his point of things completely clear. He wants to protect you, provide for you as long as you are in danger. And you are. 

Just a few days ago you watched the news for the first time after months. You stopped doing so when Scarecrow kidnapped you, it pained you to watch all the negatively happening around you. But this specific day you did anyways, wondering what was happening around Gotham. "Doctor Jonathan Crane, alias the Scarecrow, has committed to setting (Y/N) (Y/L/N) apartment complex on fire, stating that he didn't know that she hasn't been seen for at least two months." The news reporter said in a cold voice, void of any empathy.  "Crane planned on killing the student of Gotham U-" it was Tim who took the remote and turned off the TV, your shocked posture made it clear that you weren't able to do it yourself. 

"I told you, you were in danger." He spoke softly and took your hand into his, caressing it carefully. He made you realize the danger you were in, opened your eyes. Tim is not the enemy, it's the Scarecrow. 

You snuggle yourself deeper into his muscular arms and close your eyes, sighting in relief. Scarecrow can't hurt you when you're with Tim, he keeps you safe and protected, makes sure that your sorrowful life is easier to bear with him on your side. He's treating you like a goddess, fulfilling every wish of yours. You don't even have the desire to leave anymore, the bubble he created for the two of you is too beautiful to pop anyways. 

"I love you." The three words leave your lips and you nervously hide in his embrace. You realized it yesterday, after he cooked you your favorite dish. The caring and selfless love you have received from the young man slowly melted into your heart and you knew from this moment that Red Robin or Tim Drake was more than a stupid crush to you. The dark haired man stiffens under you in surprise and you notice how his eyes open in a rapid motion. "You mean it?" He asks and slightly stutters, while his arms slowly but noticeably tighten around your form.

"Yes." You whisper, turning your head to look him in the eyes. "I mean it with all my heart."

Tim slightly sits up, carefully pushing you into a sitting position as well. His pupils widen, while he looks at you in awe, his lips moving faster than he is able to think. "I love you too." It's barely a whisper that escapes him, but you heard him anyway and you lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. It's not the first time that the two of you shared one, but this time is different nonetheless, this time you actually feel ecstatic. He deepens the kiss, his tongue slowly and carefully begging for entrance, which makes you spread open your lips a bit. His hands slowly move from your back down your waist and you move closer into his touch, sighting at the feeling. Tim softly bites down onto your lip, his grip tightening around you, it's a surprise, a good one that is. You look at him through your lashes, while he pulls his head back, giving the two of you enough room to breathe. Darkness has taken over his eyes and a few weeks earlier it would have scared you, but now you see the beauty in them, the real him. The way he lusts for you makes you feel excitement and little butterflies in your abdomen. Swiftly he turns the two of you, pressing your form into the soft cushion behind you, while his lips catch the sensitive skin on your exposed neck. Eyes fluttering, you open your mouth and grip his hair, the sudden sensation taking over you. 

He goes down on you all the way, his body pressing flatly against yours, while his lips move all over your body. Tim is eager to please you; his one and only. It's like all his most inappropriate dreams come true all of a sudden and he feels his member stiffen in his pants. You seem to notice as well, your breath hitching once again when his pelvis touches your leg shortly after. His touch feels like a bliss to you  and you can't help yourself, running your fingers along his sides, feeling his muscles clench up under your palms. This time he doesn’t try to stop himself from groaning out loud, letting out a low chuckle as he leans forward, planting kisses from one side of your neck to the other. It makes your stomach twist with pleasure and you run your hands through his silky black hair, pulling gently on it, encouraging him on. He does so eagerly, sucking and nipping your collar bone, making you gasp in delight. He pulls away briefly and places a quick peck to your neck before returning to his duty.; pleasing you. 

It doesn't take long for the two of you to wiggle out of your clothes, passionately gripping, kissing and touching each other.  Your hips rock upwards against his, causing Tim to bite his lip in concentration, his fingers digging into the mattress beneath him. "Can I take you, please?" He practically begs for your consent and when you breathe out a low "yes" he lines up with your entrance eagerly. Slowly he enters, his entire body shuddering in bliss, causing both of you to gasp. A few moments later he finally settles down, burying his face in your shoulder to muffle his cries. After several minutes he finally relaxes and you start to stroke his back soothingly."You're amazing." He murmurs against your skin, placing small love bites all over your neck. Your nails scratch his back perfectly, while he starts to move inside of you.  Your breathing gets heavier and your moans become louder and louder. He takes the opportunity to lick and kiss his way back up your neck and finally to your lips once more, kissing you deeply and passionately, leaving nothing between you.Tim is a very talented lover, he knows exactly how to please you and how to leave you wanting for more. 

While he started off passionate and slow, his movements are much more harsh now. His heavily panting, knocking your breath out with the way he pushes harder and deeper.  You can't help but let out soft moans and gasps whenever he enters you, causing him to growl with pleasure and pull back for just a moment, making eye contact with you as he continues thrusting into you. Your fingers continue to massage his back as he thrusts his hips forward. "You're mine." He groans suddenly, gripping your shoulders tightly. His dark eyes allow no protest as he snaps his hips against yours.  You moan loudly, arching your back and trying to match his pace. He continues to thrust in and out of you roughly and he starts growling as his climax comes closer. In an instant you're both shaking and gasping for breath, unable to control your heavy breaths any longer. You feel him twitch inside you, a warm sensation filling you up as a gasp of shock escapes you. 

"God I love you." He whispers and rolls himself off you, his breath heavy and droplets of sweat run down his forehead.

"I love you too." You smile, taking his hand into his. The tiredness is written into his face and you sit up, giving him a quick kiss.  "Try to get some sleep." He is about to protest, but you simply hush him with the movement of your finger.  "I'll cook us dinner and you get some rest." You promise and brush the blanket over his form, pegging his cheek goodbye and close the door when you leave to the kitchen. 

It's been a while that you cooked all alone, usually Tim is the chef and you are his little assistant. While you do enjoy the shared time  you do like being able to do something good for him now and again too. It fills you with happiness and you smile while you turn on the headphones Tim got you and slightly start to sway to the music. You decide on cooking a simple pasta recipe, something easy but enjoyable. It's when you turn your body sideways when you notice a silhouette close to the balcony door. Thinking it is your loving Red Robin, you turn with a seductive smile, but when you take sight of a stranger instead a surprised scream escapes you. A man, dark haired and green eyed looks at you with astonishment, brows raised into a frown. You rip down your headphones and quickly grab for a kitchen knife, loudly calling out for Tim. 

"Who are you?" You ask concerned and a little bit scared, hiding behind the counter to protect yourself from the bulky man.  "Hey calm down. I'm Jason, Tim's-" he gets interrupted by the black haired young man, rushing out of the bedroom in just his boxers on.  "What are you doing here?" He hisses like a snake and walks up to you, taking the knife from your hands. You thought that he might take it to defend himself from the stranger, but instead he places it back on the counter, taking a few steps into the man's direction.  "We were worried about you. B told me to check on you." The man's eyes then wander straight to you.  "What I'm actually surprised about is her." 

"Jason-" 

"No Tim, why the fuck is she here? She has been missing for months!" Jason argues and gestures at you, your expression changing. You haven't seen anyone for months, other than Tim of course.  "She's with me, okay? Why do you bother?" Tim rolls his eyes and protectively pulls you closer, eying him critically.  "I bother because her parents think that her body has been ditched in the fucking river, Tim!" He raises his voice, walking up to both of them. The mentioning of your parents lets a cold shower run down your back. They may not always have been there for you, but they did show you affection. You swallow and look down, unsure about what you should feel. The first few days you did think a lot about your family and friends. But Tim has become all of that for you now, he even convinced you to stop studying for a while, making sure that you found better activities. Your new life is protected and safe, not like your old one. 

"Yeah but she's good! In fact she feels even better than before. Don't you?" He turns for you, asking for your agreement. You simply not your head, avoiding both of their gazes. Jason shakes his head and presses a small button on his device.

"I've found the lost girl. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She's with Tim." Jason speaks, side eyeing the strange couple. You are not able to understand the voice on the other side, but you know that it can't mean anything good, just from Tims reaction. He noticeably pales, squeezing you tighter against his form. 

"Let go of her. Let her go home." The man begs and reaches his hand out for her.  "No." Tim insists angrily, his fingers digging into your arms.  "You can always visit her Timbers, go on dates with her. But you need to let her come with me." You look up at Tim, confused and sad. Jason is right, the both of you could always meet up, nothing would have to change. 

"You'd only tell the GCPD that I did it." Tim snarls, a bitter tone in his voice as he seemingly looks right through Jason, his eyes peering with newfound hatred. You have never seen him like that and it kind of makes you feel sick to the stomach. "I won't." You can tell that Jason is not lying, is being honest. He turns his attention to you, looking at you pleading. 

"Tim." A soft whisper escapes you, earning the beautiful boy's attention back.  "I'll officially move back in with you. Just let me talk this out with my parents and the GCPD, okay? We'll tell them that Red Robin saved me again." You try to reason with him and even though his features soften at your suggestion, he shakes his head in disagreement. "No you won't come back to me if I let you go." His voice cracks and he looks down avoiding your eyes. "But Tim-" "Shut up!" His sudden rage directed at you comes to your surprise and you take a step back, carefully observing his rigid form.  "You're lying. I can see it." He spits and gestures at you, furiously pointing his finger at you. 

"That's not true!" You are close to tears, not noticing how Tim moves closer with a balked fist, his body full of uncontrolled rage. Jason moves closer too, quietly observing his adoptive brother.  "You'll be gone the moment you leave with him. And if I can't have you-" he's shaking now, his originally oh so beautiful face full of emotions.  "-nobody can." Before you are able to register his threat Jason has already taken control of the situation, pulling Tim into a tight grip. The younger screams in agony and tries to free himself from Jason's grip, but the green eyed man is stronger and faster, pulling a syringe from his pocket. You flinch at the sight of it and put a distance between yourself and the object; a new fear unlocked. 

A second later Tim freezes, his moving body suddenly stilling. You see him closing his eyes and a moment later he collapses in Jason's hug, losing grip of reality. The man places him carefully on the floor, looking at you with concern. 

"Are you alright?" He asks and checks for Tim's pulse, making sure that everything is normal. He did drug him after all.  "Yeah. I guess." You speak quietly and look at Tim, small droplets of tears running down your cheek.  "I don't understand. He was so nice and sweet just an hour ago-" you break down, crying at the sickening feeling.  "Hey, hush." Jason rushes to your side, trying to comfort you.  "Trust me, this is a surprise for the both of us." He admits and pats your shoulder, helping you up on your feet back again.  "You're safe now." 

After that you didn't see Tim for a while. His father, Bruce Wayne, managed to get him secretly into Arkham. "Mental breakdown due to stress" is the official statement. You know the real reason, the truth. It's you, he's that way because of you. You moved back in with your parents and tried to live a normal life ever since. But you can't get him out of your head, having the urge to visit him at Arkham. You miss the love he treated you with and ignore the moments where he hurt you. It's after three weeks that you finally make your move, three weeks of desperately waiting and suffering. You sit down on the uncomfortable chair looking straight ahead, right into his beautiful eyes. They appear to be empty and you hope that the class barrier between the two of you is at fault.

"Hi." You breathe out with a sad smile. You notice his eyes roaming over your form, his body tense and weak. He appears to be tired and numb, only giving you a small nod of his head. "I miss you so much Tim. I try to visit more often now that they gave me permission to do so." You explain and wait for him to answer. The sight of him makes you shiver with sadness and you swallow down a lump that has formed in your throat. "That's nice." His voice sounds sick and you can't help but to wonder when he spoke the last time. "I even brought you cookies. They are examining them right now, but they will be delivered to you lat-" He breaks your sentence midway, shaking his head in confusion. "Why are you here?" Tim questions in confusion, his gaze full of disbelief. "I love you. I wanted to see if you are alright." The chuckle escaping him is cold and you freeze at the sound of it. "That's sweet." He comments and leans forward placing his hand at the class. "I love you too." He speaks, smiling softly at you. Moving your hand towards his, you place it on the glass, looking at him with heart shaped eyes.

What you don't notice is that his other hand forms a tight fist under the table before him. Darkness moves in his orbs, consuming his soul slowly but deeply. His growing obsession is getting stronger, after all he finally has you right where he wants you; willing at his feet, begging for more.

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