#timkonbart prompts

[mamawasatesttube]

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” & “I won’t lose you too.” with timkon, konbart, maybe even timkonbart if you really want to :)

combined with this prompt ask from @randomexistentialemo (who tumblr is being weird about tagging, sorry!):

“Who cares about what they think?” for timkon?

Kon is quiet.

That's the first thing that stands out, when Tim slips into his room. The lights are dim enough that the slight glow of his eyes is visible, a luminous cyan against the muted yellow lamplight. The only sounds are the TV and Bart rambling over it, explaining the plot of the game he's currently playing; Kon's eyes are on the screen, but just by looking at him, Tim can tell he's not watching. Not really.

He's too quiet. Kon is a lot of things, but quiet is never one of them. Not unless something is very, very wrong.

Tim deliberately lets his feet fall audibly against the carpet as he jumps down from the windowsill. Bart's head snaps up; Kon, who presumably already knew he was there from his heartbeat alone, flicks a glance over at him, and a vague quirk of his lips, but says nothing.

Bart meets his gaze, wide-eyed with obvious worry. He jerks his head none-too-subtly at Kon and, apparently having noticed his distraction technique isn't working, mouths a desperate help.

Right. Tim's turn.

"I brought pizza," he announces, placing the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "And I'm hoping you didn't already polish off all the drinks in the fridge, 'cuz I didn't grab any."

The mini-fridge in the corner opens on its own, and three cans of Zesti float out. So at least Kon's feeling up to that much. That's... something.

"Thanks," Tim says, accepting the can that floats into his hand. He pops it open and plops down on the couch on Kon's other side, so that he can be a sad pile of blankets in the middle of his two best friends, at least.

God, that haunted look in his eyes... Tim knows Clark is handling the lab, now that the kryptonite is gone, and that Clark is beyond pissed at what happened to Kon, but hell if Tim doesn't wish he could go back there and punch every single unethical white coat shithead in there that schemed, plotted, and lied in order to get Supernova alone just to poison, drug, and kidnap him for a wannabe Cadmus successor's next pet project. He went in thinking they needed help, and they betrayed him, took advantage of his kindness, and—

Okay. Getting pissed again won't help anything. Yes, seeing Kon out of his mind with terror in the midst of a flashback while injured and in pain earlier was agonizing, infuriating, and horrifying. No, dwelling on it won't help make Kon feel a little better right now.

Tim takes a breath.

"I'm not too hungry," Kon says, and god, his voice is still raw. Bart clearly hears it too, because he puts down his slice of pizza and turns to wordlessly snuggle into Kon's side. "Sorry. You brought it all this way, and..."

"Kon." Tim rests a hand on his shoulder. "If you don't wanna eat, don't force yourself. That's fine. It's not like it's gonna go to waste anyway. We've got Bart right here."

That at least makes Kon smile ever-so-slightly, just for a moment. But it fades far too fast, and he sighs, hangs his head, and stares down at the Zesti clasped in both his hands.

Bart lifts his head slightly and meets Tim's gaze again. The worry in his eyes hasn't lessened; Tim is sure his own face mirrors it. He's not sure he's ever seen Kon break down like that before, in all the years they've known each other.

"...People saw, didn't they?" Kon asks, his voice carefully neutral. He doesn't lift his gaze. "Bet someone recorded it. Now everyone knows their great hero Supernova starts screaming bloody murder 'cuz of a fucking needle. Is it trending on Twitter how pathetic I am yet?"

Bart's head flies up in rage. "Who cares about what they think?" he demands. "Even if it is, I don't care what anyone else thinks! I'd have been freaking out really bad too! Grife, Kon, what they did to you was fucked up, and it's not pathetic that you're not okay!"

Tim presses a little closer into Kon's side, hoping it'll ground him. Kon has always sought out touch when he's upset. Judging by the hesitant brush of TTK against his hip, it was a good call; emboldened, Tim reaches up and strokes a hand through his hair, too. "Bart's right. And also... it's not trending or anything. There was one recording, from the security system, but I got rid of it. And Oracle is on high alert for any duplicates that might crop up. It's not getting out. I promise."

"Oh." Kon lets out a slow breath. Some of the tension in his shoulders seeps away; somehow, curled into himself between them both, despite his stature and his broad shoulders, he seems small. "That's... good."

"Yeah!" Bart agrees. "And Tim and I are on high alert to sit on you for the rest of the week. Right, Tim?"

"Right," Tim agrees. Bart fist-bumps him; it brings another tiny smile to Kon's face. This one lingers.

"Okay." Kon finally, finally lifts his head. He glances first to Bart, then to Tim, and sighs, drawing the blanket a little more tightly about himself. "So long as you guys don't mind me being pathetic."

"Pffff, as if." Bart nudges him. "Besides, you used to wear Axe. That's way more pathetic than anything you're doing right now. And I still stuck around."

Another tiny smile. Tim mentally congratulates Bart. He slips his arm around Kon's waist, leaning into his side fully, and reaches for the box of pizza. "So, what were you playing before I got here?"

Bart lights up, grabs the controller, and launches into a delighted spiel about his game. Kon goes back to watching, and Tim settles in to quietly bask in both of their presence, stalwart in his resolve to protect Kon. They'll both take care of him. God knows he's always taken care of them when they've needed it.

And Tim won't call him out on it or anything, but when a piece of pizza levitates its way out of the box toward Kon's mouth, all the same, Tim can't help but smile.

♥ angst/fluff prompts ♥

#long post #waugh. didnt mean to make it so long. but also kon had to go through the horrors you know? #his medical traumas............. the experimentation...... you know.................... #anyway um. yeah. jazz hands? im not 100% happy with it but Alas It's Already So Long #timkon #timkonbart #konbart #its. its all of them in one nebulous state sorry theyre just all here #is it romo? is it qp? anyone's guess! #tim #kon #bart #rimi writes

[redrobbingabank]

Aaaaaa

Can people send me prompts to write short scenes about? I am suffering writers block. I’ll do anything for Batfam, Teen Titans, YJ, Timkon, Timkonbart, Birdflash, Damijon, and Dickroy(sfw)

#the batfamily #batman fanfiction #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #young justice 1998 #teen titans #birdflash #dickroy #timkon #timkonbart #damijon

[yj-98]

for my own organization i'm making a series of lists of drawing plans below the cut ok? ok

new wip ideas (not allowed to start yet!!!!!)

cut sleeves cropped bottom superboy tee tank top look

tim rookingmaker moment

discowing leather jacket for the love of god

eventually. eventually start a "my designs" dump

90s house music duo timkon

timkonbart deee-lite moment

current comms

fullbody (kon)

sketch (meloni)

sketch (jon)

current wips

core four pjs

halbarry (ask prompt)

90s ponytail nightwing (ask prompt)

timkon

ask prompt count: 12

#(if i dont make lists to organize all my stray ideas theyre gone forever . they time out eventually. despawn even.) #rook.log

[ao3feed-timkon]

Desk

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0Q6Vp4q

by Cant_Smoke_Eggs

Peter just wanted to check his CI was okay after a traumatising hostage situation, he didn't expect to find him between two attractive men?

AKA Peter barges in on Timkonbart in the middle of sex, gets traumatised, decides to invest brain bleach and finds out his CI is dating two superhero's...

//Day 207 of One Word Prompts and the Author is like two weeks behind shut up??? I'm so sorry.

//Hero Hardships Bingo Fill: Dealing with Criticism.

//Day Two of WCDC Week: Identity Reveal

Words: 1878, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 198 of 365 Days of One Word Prompts (and my Suffering)

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, White Collar (TV 2009), DCU

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bart Allen, Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey

Relationships: Bart Allen/Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bart Allen/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bart Allen/Tim Drake

Additional Tags: Neal Caffrey and Tim Drake are the Same Person, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Neal Caffrey is Tim Drake, Undercover Missions, Tim Drake is Neal Caffrey, Bottom Tim Drake, Explicit Sexual Content, Blowjobs, Anal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Kon-El | Conner Kent is Superman, Bart Allen is the Flash, Basically they've taken over for whoever has it before them, Jon is smol baby superboy atm, Fuck the timeline, Fuck Canon, fuck tim, i mean uh, i'll leave that to kon ;), Top Kon-El | Conner Kent, Switch Bart Allen, the fact that isnt a tag is homophobic ree, Coitus Interruptus, Confused Peter Burke, Bisexual Neal Caffrey, I mean I guess since he's Tim?, Bisexual Tim Drake, Gay Bart Allen, Pansexual Kon-El | Conner Kent, I MAKE THE RULES BITCHES, 365 Days of Suffering: The Series, Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake loves his Boyfriends, Protective Kon-El | Conner Kent, possessive Kon-El | Conner Kent, i know Not how to tag

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0Q6Vp4q

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #timkon

[timkonbart-prompt-meme]

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#Ao3 Prompt Meme #TimKonBart #core disaster #TimKon #KonTim #BartKon #KonBart #TimBart #BartTim #Tim Drake #Bart Allen #Kon El #Conner Kent #Robin #red robin #superboy #impulse

[queerbutstillhere]

Tim steals clothes.

That's just how it is.

Everyone has come to accept it.

He steals Kon's hoodies, and Bart's t-shirts and Cassie's sweatpants and Cissie fuzzy socks. Somethings fit better then others, but Tim has never cared. He just steals clothes.

He is a certified clothes thief, or borrower, rather, because he generally gives them back after a few days.

And after a certain time, they all kind of came to accept it, always having extra clothes on hand, because this boy does not know how to pack his own clothes.

He'll just slump around the tower in a pair of stolen sweatpants and a giant hoodie, no socks, and his mask, just looking like he came out of a three week back packing trip with no showers.

At some point, Kon had this realization.

If Tim loves his hoodies and shirts so much, he might as well just give him one.

The only problem was which one? Because he didn't want to give one that he really loved, but also he didn't want to just give him one that kinda sat in the bottom of his drawer.

He finally decided, one day. Tim was sat on the Teen Titans sofa, tapping away at a laptop, and psychically shaking. Kon looked down at the red plaid flannel he was wearing, and then walked over, pulling it off and draping it over Tim's shoulders.

"Wha?" Tim said, startled, looking up.

"You looked cold," Kon said, smiling and tucking the flannel around Tim.

"Oh. . . Thanks."

"Yah. No problem. You can keep it, by the way."

Tim just mumbled something, that not even Conner's superheating caught, and then immediately zoned back in on work. Conner laughed, gently ruffling Tim's hair and then walking away.

A week later, Bart had giving him one of his hoodies. It was some cartoon merch, but with Tim it never really mattered. Bart was slightly smaller then Tim, but Bart also had a habit of wearing oversized hoodies, so it fit just fine. Kon couldn't help the mild spikenod annoyance, when he saw his flannel be replaced by Bart's hoodie, but this wasn't that surprising-

And wait, why was he annoyed?

Months of this passed. To the point that Tim had successfully accumulated multiple of Kon's shirts and overshirts and hoodies, as well as several of Bart's. Tim could make a whole outfit just out of clothes he had gotten off them. Tim even had one of Bart's beanies.

Tim didn't really seem to remember what was his and what wasn't. When he crashed at either of his best friends houses, he'd just dig into their dressers until he found the most comfortable clothes to borrow, and sometimes they were never returned.

Kon wasn't really sure what was happening anymore. Neither was Bart.

Here's the thing, folks.

Timothy Jackson Drake has this habit of just, sitting on people's laps. People being Conner Kent. And he had this habit of holding Bart's hand. And he has this habit of cuddling during sleepovers.

And Bart and Kon? They're just two queer disasters.

So you can't really blame them for thinking they were kinda maybe dating.

All three of them.

But here is the problem.

It was never directly addressed.

No one went "hey! We're dating!" and there wasn't much PDA or anything (or rather, with Tim). So Bart and Kon were more or less operating on the thought that this was just how things were with Tim.

Sometimes they got questioned, like people who would just kinda know them would say things like.

"Oh! Well when did you three get together?"

And Tim would answer like "oh a few years back"

And so they just thought they were dating, okay? Can you blame them?

Max was the first one to directly address it. They were all three at Max Mercury's house for the weekend. Kon had already been there all day, but Tim had shown up just in time for supper, they ate, and then the boys just crashed onto the sofa together. Tim was half in Kon's lap, while Bart was curled up under Kon's arm.

"So, are you guys dating?" Max asked casually, as he was putting a movie into the DVD player.

And Kon said "Yeah."

At the same time Tim said "No?"

A very awkward silence draped heavily over the room for a moment.

"Wait what?" Max asked, turning to face them.

Bart and Kon both slowly looked down at Tim, eyes wide. Tim looked up at them, confused.

"Wait, wait, what?!" Tim asked, blinking at them, then at Max.

"Wait, we're not?" Bart asked, also looking confused.

"We're- WHAT?" Tim exclaimed, gaping at them.

"We both kinda thought we were?" Kon explained, frowning.

"I'm-" Tim looked away from them, then at the floor. "How?!"

"Well, we go on dates all the time," Bart started.

"And stay at each other's houses a lot."

"And cuddle a lot."

"And you wear our clothes, a lot?"

"And we hold hands?"

"And you sit in my lap like, all the time."

Tim just stared at the floor, processing this, then he looked up at the two again.

"You thought we were dating and didn't tell me?!?!?!" Then he looked at Max. "You thought we were dating?!"

Max shrugged. "Well I knew they were so-"

Max gestured vaguely at Kon and Bart.

"You two are dating?!'

"We thought we were all dating!" Bart exclaimed in exasperation.

Tim blinked at them.

"You dumbasses!"

"I'll just give you a minute," Max said and slid out of the room.

Tim shuffled back, out of Kon's lap, sitting up properly to look at them.

"You thought we were dating. We- we haven't even kissed!!"

"Actually-" Kon started

"WHAT!" Tim screeched.

"We have, but you may or may not have been high on knock out gas."

"Oh god. But the rest of the time?"

"I just kinda figured it was a boundary issue for you," Bart said with a shrug.

"You gotta admit, the rest of the stuff is kinda boyfriend-ish."

Tim held up his hand to silence them, staring at his lap for a bit. Kon looked down at Bart, who shrugged. Minutes passed of silence.

"I can't believe you two. You thought we were dating and you DIDN'T TELL ME!"

Bart shrugged. "Oops?"

Then Tim was lunging forwards, grabbing Kon's hoodie and tugging him in, kissing him quickly before reaching down, tilting Bart's head up and kissing him as well.

"You two are so dumb," he huffed out, shoving them off and falling back down to the other side of the sofa.

"So are we actually dating now?" Kon questioned gently.

"Well, duh."

"MAAAXXXX!" Bart yelled.

"Yeah?!"

"WE'RE DATING!"

"Oh! Good!"

Bart looked up at Tim, and then lunged forwards, falling over Kon and onto Tim to kiss him again. Tim just laughed and caught the speedster, happy to accept the kisses.

For @binarystarkillers ask and yee shall receive

#timkonbart #bartkon #timkon #timbart #timothy drake #conner kent #bart allen #prompt #send me prompts!

[timkonbartweek]

We finally have our prompts for Core Disaster / TimKonBart Week!

Sunday: Tim's Birthday / Hurt/Comfort 

Monday: Fantasy AU / High School AU 

Tuesday: Body Swap / Mutual Pining 

Wednesday: Soulmates AU / Secret Dating 

Thursday: Baby AU / Quarantine 

Friday: Power Swap / Domestic Bliss 

Saturday: Roomates / Only One Bed / Creators Choice

Just a reminder that this runs July 19th(Sunday) through July 25th(Saturday)! When the time comes, you can participate by tagging it as ‘TimKonBart week’ or ‘Core Disaster Week’ and also tag us and we will be reblogging!

#I need you guys to know i almost balled over this #the color wars were real #i was so mad #i being korey #i wanted to smack someone #but its fine and i got the privilege to post this #so its fine now #we're good #timkonbart week #TimKonBart #core disaster week #core disaster #Tim Drake #conner kent #bart allen #prompt week #dc universe #young justice

[queerbutstillhere-writes]

Day 7 - Roommates/there was only one bed/creators choice

"Okay! This is the last box from the truck!"

"What is it?"

"I dunno, it's Bart's, and I can't read their handwriting."

Tim walked over, looking at the cardboard box in Kon's hands, tilting his head to read the label.

"Oh, it's like clothes and blankets," he said, pointing towards the stairs.

"Okay, where is Bart anyway?"

"They went to get dinner," Cassie responded, looking over from where she was rearranging the living room, with occasional input from Tim, who was setting up the wifi router, because that was the most important thing.

"Of course they did."

Kon carried the box into the bedroom, setting it down against the wall and then walking back out, over to Tim.

"What do you need, babe?"

"Uh, I don't know. Ask Cassie," Tim responded, barely looking up.

"How about you go start assembling the table, lord knows we'll need that first."

"Yes ma'am."

Kon followed orders and walked into the kitchen, finding the kitchen table that had been disassembled when it was delivered. He found the toolbag and sat down, starting to piece it together.

The four of them, Tim, Kon, Bart, and Cassie had all decided to move in together, and after much debating, they ended up settling in San Francisco, because they were close to base, and Kon and Tim were both going to a college there. The apartment they got, mostly thanks to Tim, was huge, two floors, three bedrooms and three bathrooms. Now you may be thinking, three bedrooms isn't really enough for four people! And you're correct, however, three of those four were hopelessly in love and were all snuggle bugs, so all they needed was a big bed and they were set. Cassie was not involved in this relationship, but still loved her dumb best friends, and was more then happy to move in with them when the invitation was offered.

"Hey! I'm back with food!"

A burst of red light zipped through the kitchen and take and bake pizza boxes were left on the counter in its wake.

"Bart!" An alarmed shout echoed from Tim, followed by a dull thud.

"Bart!" Cassie's was more of an amused complaint.

Then the red streak was back, plopping itself down in Kon's lap.

"Hi!"

"Hello angel," Conner replied, amusedly, he set down his tools and wrapped his arms around Bart, hugging them tightly.

"Watcha working on?"

"The table. Cassie wanted to be able to actually eat like civilized people."

"Does she even know us?"

Conner laughed, kissing Bart's cheek.

"Why don't you start unpacking the dishes?"

"Okay!"

Bart jumped off, and ran away to snag a box. They started unpacking them at what seemed like a hazardous speed, but Kon knew they were being careful. He just returned to attaching the base of the table, making sure it was tight before standing and setting it up, placing the chairs around it and then gathering his tools.

"Aww, hey, guys come here!" Cassie called.

When Kon and Bart entered the living room, she was in one of Tim's boxes, pulling out pictures and other decorations.

"Look at how tiny we were!" She exclaimed, holding up a couple pictures.

The first few were of them when they had just started Young Justice, just the four of them. Bart, still absolutely tiny, was even smaller, they looked like an actual child next to Kon in all the photos.

"And look at this one!"

She held up a photo of Tim and Bruce, both in formal wear, Tim with his hair recently cut short for the first time, and properly fitted in his first suit.

"Oh my God."

Kon snatched it, staring at tiny Tim. "Babe! Look at you!"

"Kon," Tim whined, grabbing at it.

Bart snatched it and zipped across the room.

"Look at the tiny closeted baby," Bart cooed, grinning with glee.

"Oh like you were any better!"

"And besides, he had literally just came out?" Kon said with a laugh, walking towards the box to look at more photos.

"Yeah as trans! Not as gay though."

Tim lunged and snatched it. "If you two are done in the kitchen, why don't you go start unpacking your clothes and stuff."

"Okay!" Bart zipped over and jumped up on Kon's back. "Let's go!"

Kon laughed, carrying Bart upstairs. They got through all of one box of Kon's clothes before Bart kept pulling them on and causing Kon to simultaneously get annoyed and laugh. About the time Bart had four or five of his shirts and hoodies on, Kon grabbed them and pinned them to the bare mattress, kissing them and then pulling off a shirt, kissing them again, and then pulling off one more, doing this until he reached Bart's original shirt.

"You're forgetting one," Bart said with an impish grin.

"No."

They both looked up to Tim who was standing in the doorway, shaking his head.

"I knew you guys wouldn't get any actual work done."

"I think he's jealous," Bart whispered, grinning still.

"I'm not- no. Can we just actually unpack?" Tim asked, sentences a little clipped, less amused then he usually was by their shenanigans.

"Baby, are you stressed?" Kon asked, not moving from his position, holding Bart down.

"A little okay?"

"Okay."

So they obeyed orders and started nicely unpacking, hanging up clothes or putting them in the dresser, while Tim went about making the bed, getting the sheets all smooth and nice and arranging the obscene amount of pillows. By the time they had gotten mostly done with Bart's stuff, they had gotten bored and zipped downstairs to annoy Cassie.

"You guys have too many clothes," Tim said with a huff, looking at the mostly full dressers.

"You say as if my clothing is not going to be stolen by both of you. Besides, most your clothes hang up."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Come here, Tim, take a breather."

Kon reached out, grabbing Tim and pulling him with his TTK, until he could physically grab his wrist and pull him down onto his lap.

"It'll be okay. We don't have to unpack everything now, yeah? All your books and stuff can stay in their boxes for the day, we can do those tomorrow."

"I just don't like things feeling incomplete," Tim sighed out, glancing away.

"It'll be fine. It'll give you something to do when you're struggling with insomnia," Kon promised, kissing him, a hand sliding up under his shirt, fingers brushing over layers of scars hidden there, two particular scars far more important than others.

Tim sighed and pulled away, plopping his head down on Kon's shoulder.

"I'm tired."

"I know."

Conner gently rubbed his back, resting their heads together.

"What else absolutely needs done?" Conner asked.

"The bathroom, and I need to get my clothes out so they don't wrinkle even more."

"Okay. I'll go do the bathroom, you do your clothes and then we should eat."

Tim nodded in agreement. He pulled away, kissed Conner lightly and then sliding off his lap, turning and starting to pull clothes out of boxes, and hanging or folding them as appropriate. Kon made his way into their bathroom, finding the one box of supplies for it and starting to unpack it, putting all the appropriate supplies in their places. They all had their various bathroom routine type things that were in little travel type bags, that he just set on the counter and left alone for now.

He got done before Tim, so he went to the kitchen and turned on the oven.

"Watcha doing?"

Kon jumped and looked over at Bart who appeared next to him.

"Starting dinner."

"Oh! Good I'm hungry."

"Bart, you're always hungry," Cassie said, walking in.

"I knowwwww," they whined, dramatically throwing themself at Kon, who laughed and easily caught them.

"I vote after dinner we go get some groceries," she said, looking at their barren fridge.

"Why don't you take Tim with you?" Kon suggested. "He's getting pretty stressed. Bart and me will stay here and finish unpacking the kitchen."

"Is he okay?"

"I think so, I dunno, I didn't press him too much."

Cassie nodded. "I'm gonna go unpack my things, don't destroy anything while I'm gone."

"Okay."

"We won't!"

Bart squirmed until they could slide out of Kon's arms. "I'm gonna go set up the PlayStation."

So Kon was left alone in the kitchen. He waited for the oven to heat up and then put the pizza's in. Tim came down at some point, unsurprisingly wearing Kon's previously discarded hoodie. He went and curled up with Bart on their huge sofa, Kon smiled at them softly, standing in the doorway and watching as Bart played The Outer World's, their head against Tim's chest, whose arms were wrapped around them.

"Watch your left," Tim murmured softly, nose pressed into Bart's hair.

"I see it," came the equally soft response.

Bart only ever seemed to slow down like this when Tim needed them like this. Kon knew bursts of energy would be coming later, but for now he'd enjoy this sweet moment.

Dinner was eaten with an episode of Queer Eye playing, and then Cassie managed to convince Tim to go shopping with her. As promised, Bart and Kon cleaned up from dinner and then finished putting away all the kitchen supplies. They then took the enormous amount of cardboard moving boxes to the nearest recycling station. When they got back to the apartment, they curled up on the sofa to wait for the other two to get back, turning on some evening crime show just for kicks.

Later that evening, after groceries got put away, and everyone had taken showers and gotten ready for bed, Kon found himself with the task of catching Bart, who had in fact, as predicted, gone spastic. Tim was already in bed, granted he was just working, but at least he was in bed. Kon tried to catch Bart, who kept phasing past him, for almost five minutes before he finally just immobilized them with his TTK and then scooped the limp speedster up, carrying them upstairs to their room. Cassie was in there, talking to Tim. Or more of talking at Tim.

"Konnnn," Bart whined, yet wasn't trying to struggle, Kon knew this because he was no longer having to restrain his datefriend.

"It's time to go to bed," Kon told them, gently laying them next to Tim.

"Only if Timmy comes to bed with us," Bart whined, flopping over against Tim.

"Bart, you know that's not fair to him," Kon said softly.

Bart just pouted up at Tim, getting in the way of his work until he had to look at the ginger. He just chuckled.

"I'll try."

"Yay!"

Cassie gently shoulder bumped Kon as she passed.

"Night guys! Don't get too wild!" She called with a giggle, waving over her shoulder.

"Night Cassie!" They all called together, watching her leave and shut the door.

Tim closed his laptop as Bart snuggled under the covers next to him, and Kon pulled off his hoodie, waiting for them both to be ready before flicking off the lights and getting in next to Bart. There was no hesitation to squish Bart in the middle of their cuddling.

"Night, Bart, night Tim," Kon murmured softly, giving them each a kiss.

"Night Kon," they both murmured back, more tired then either realized.

Kon just chuckled, throwing an arm across Bart until his hand was resting on Tim's waist. He heard Bart's breathing soften as they drifted off to sleep, but Tim stayed tightly curled around Bart for a while, indicating that he was still awake. Kon didn't try talking to him, knowing that this happened a lot and eventually he'd drift off or get up and go find work to do in another room. Kon did eventually drift off to sleep, but his dreams were full of nightmares and he kept waking up.

Unsurprisingly, one of the times when he woke up, he found Tim missing, but he didn't go searching, just moved to pull Bart closer to him again. The speedster immediately snuggled back into him, not disturbed at all by the shift in position. And Kon just slipped back into sleep as easily as he had woken from it.

The next morning he found that Tim had replaced Bart, snuggled up against him, face on Kon's bare chest. One arm was over his stomach, his leg over Kon's. It didn't seem very comfortable but Tim was sleeping peacefully, his cheek squished up by Kon's pec.

Kon chuckled to himself and carefully, using his TTK, moved Tim so he was laying on the mattress instead of his own body. He slipped out of the bed, leaving Tim with a kiss on the head, and then he headed out after grabbing his phone.

Downstairs, Cassie was already making breakfast. She glanced up at him and rolled her eyes.

"Kon, am I going to have to deal with you coming down shirtless every morning?"

"Maybe?" Kon grinned at her. "Where's Bart?"

"Out for a run, I think."

Kon hummed, pouring himself some coffee, then walking past Cassie and stealing a piece of bacon.

"Hey! Asshole!"

Conner just laughed and stuck his tongue out at her. She shook her head.

"How was the first night in the new bed?"

"Oh it was fine, I guess? Nightmares."

She hummed sympathetically and glanced over at him. 

"Did they others-?"

"I think Bart was out of it, but Tim was gone a lot."

"Checks out, I woke up at one point and saw some lights on out here, so he was probably working."

"Was anything else put up? He might have been unpacking," Kon asked with a chuckle.

"Didn't notice, just came right in here."

Kon and Cassie chatted for a bit while she made breakfast, just about random things while Kon checked all his phone notifications.

After a bit, Bart returned from their run, hot and sweaty and carrying fresh donuts. They just kissed Kon on the cheek, hip bumped Cassie and disappeared upstairs to take a shower. And when they returned, Tim was stumbling after them, rubbing his eyes tiredly. 

"Hey! Good morning, handsome," Kon called, reaching out to tug Tim to him, pulling him close and pressing his head against Tim's chest.

Tim just rubbed his eyes and leaned into him, reaching a free hand up to run it through Kon's hair. He mumbled something that vaguely sounded like good morning, and Kon just chuckled.

"Bart, baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you get him some coffee?"

Bart quickly fetched Tim his lightly sweetened coffee in his favorite Nightwing mug, and Tim kissed the top of Kon's head before moving to sit at the table by himself, rubbing his eyes. Bart and Cassie quickly plated breakfast for everyone and they all started eating together for maybe the last time in a while. Cassie would be starting working here soon, Kon and Tim's college started in the next three weeks, and Bart was still trying to decide what they'd be doing. But eventually, adult life would catch up with them, and they'd be no better then their mentors.

So they took it nice and slow and enjoyed their breakfast together.

The rest of their day was slow and easy and was mostly just more unpacking. They met the other Teen Titans at the base for dinner, and spent all evening with them.

And the next morning, when Kon woke up to the sound of sirens, Bart and Tim were on the other side the bed, tangled together, peacefully sleeping through the wailing. Kon just smiled and got up, quietly changing and then slipping out so he could jump off their balcony, going to save the day, as Superboy always would.

@core-disaster-week-2020 originally written for @hyperactive-lectiophile

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[jupitermelichios]

RIP to my abandonned fics

This is just me pouring one out for fic ideas that I’m never going to finish writing. If any of you fancy taking any of these ideas out for a test drive, knock yourselves out. It’s not like I’m using them.

During Tony Stark’s time at MIT he decides that to get the full college experience he needs to start a shitty garage rock band, so he puts ads up around campus and the people who answer are the OG MCU Avengers line-up. (I don’t remember now who was going to play what instrument, except that I’m fairly sure Thor was supposed to be the drummer, which is just proof that this idea could never have worked, because obviously Thor would play Keytar.)

Captain Cold gets set on fire during a LoT mission and Heatwave is way too into it.

TV Constantine persuades Chaz to have bad-dom style unhealthy BDSM sex with him in order to summon a demon they need to speak to, but Chaz will only agree if he gets to prove to John he can treat him right after.

Tim Drake is a shop assistant at Dinah Lance’s florists. Bart works at a coffee shop and keeps nearly getting fired for drinking the cinnamon syrup straight from the bottle. Kon works at Roy’s tattoo parlour. When Tim comes in to get some piercings done, Kon realises that this is the coffee-addict customer Bart’s been crushing on, and tries to set them up, but ends up falling for both of them in the process.

When criminal law professor Bruce Wayne goes missing from his college campus, it’s up to his kids, and the deranged Ethics professor they’re not supposed to know he’s dating, to figure out what’s going on. But some of these clues look a little too much like red herrings, and can they even trust a man who claims Joe Kerr is his real name?

At the height of prohibition, some priceless jewells on loan from to the Gotham museum go missing and private security guy Jason Todd realises he makes the perfect fall-guy. Fortunately Wayne Foundation boys stick together and Officer Grayson has a recommendation for the best private dick in the city. And sure Drake’s a little squirrelly and a lot weird, but he’s Jason’s last hope.

Tony doesn’t want a kid. He’s pretty sure he’s the last person on earth who should be trusted with a child in fact, but when he realises SHEILD are keeping a super-strong wall crawling four year old in a cell because they don’t know what else to do with him, what can he do except take the boy home with him? At least he’s got JARVIS to help him co-parent.

When Wade Wilson finally got a cure for the worst of his memory problems, he was expecting to get back a whole lot of mundane memories, maybe a few assisinations he’d forgotten committing. What he wasn’t expecting was to find out that apparently in all the months when he could barely remember anything day to day, he’d somehow managed to seduce the Mutant Saviour himself. Now he just has to figure out how he did it, and whether Nate even still wants him.

Getting recruited to SHIELD at seventeen was weird enough. Clint getting sent undercover to a shitty highschool in the middle of nowhere to recruit an escaped child supersoldier experiment calling himself Deadpool is a whole new level of weird. Especially when it turns out, he kind of likes his mark.

When he realises that Stiles is never going to make sensible decisions about who he sleeips with, Derek decides it’s his job as a good alpha to take control of Stiles’s sex life. He just wasn’t expecting to enjoy the control so much.

A Teen Wolf x Nailbiter AU. Beacon Hills is notorious accross America because despite being barely big enough to support a high school, it’s produced fifteen of America’s worst serial killers. When bodies start turning up in the woods, it’s up to Scott and his friends to figure out what it is about their sleepy town that produces monsters before the people they love get caught in the crossfire.

Rorschach doesn’t know what he is. When he’d asked his mom, back when he still small enough to try and reach out to her, before he learned that she’d never reach back, she’d just said “A monster.” Mostly he doesn’t care. His abilities are useful, and the work he does proves over and over that humans the real monsters. But there’s something about Dan, about the trust he shows, the way he smiles after a hard patrol, the way he’s always fussing and worrying over him, that makes Rorschach wish he was just a little more human that he is.

Everyone expected Nate to leave the Shatterdome when his co-pilot died, but he’s detirmined he’ll get back in a Yaeger one day. He takes over training the new recruits, always on the lookout for someone drift compatible, but it’s not until he catches the base’s scarred half-mad janitor doing drills with a mop that he feels that connection. It turns out Wade’s like him, a former pilot left too damaged to get back into the fight, but Nate’s sure if he can just persuade the higher-ups to give it him a try, Wade’s the second chance he’s been looking for.

The last thing Strange does before Thanos kills him is to send Tony’s conciousness back in time. He wakes up the morning after Obie’s death with a decade of memories that haven’t happened yet and absolutely no idea how to turn this into a plan to save the world.

If people are interested, I might turn some of these into not!fic, and if anyone wants to use one of these sets up as a prompt feel free (but please credit me).

#chaztantine #coldwave #batjokes #jaytim #cablepool #hawkpool #sterek #danror #dad!tony #timkonbart #my fics #prompts #plot bunny amnesty #i really want to finish some of these #but i'm trying to be realistic #and realistically i have way too many other writing projects I have actual inspiration for #band au #flower shop au #professor au #college au #film noir au #sk au #creature fic #pacific rim au #time travel au

[batboyblog]

Hi, um not sure if you have done this but I was wondering if you could please do number 44 with timkonbart?

#44. I’m your new neighbour and I got locked out, help!

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“Woop-Woop! college LIFE!” Bart hollered as he flopped down on the right hand bed. Tim rolled his as he folded another shirt on the left hand bed. The dorm room was tiny and he was more than a little worried about sharing such a small space with all of his boyfriend’s energy. Bart sat up “You think there are any cute boys on this hall?” he asked. Tim laughed “I thought you thought there was a cute boy in this room?” 

Bart smiled and got up sliding his arms around Tim from behind “hell yeah I do” he gave Tim’s ear a playful nip and laughed. “Dork!” Tim slapped at him and did his best to turn around half pushing Bart away. They both fell backward onto Bart’s bed laughing. Tim was laying on top of Bart nose to nose he screwed up his eyes and bushed his nose back and forth giggling. Bart landed a quick kiss on Tim’s forehead, Tim felt Bart’s hands sliding into the back pockets of his jeans. 

Things might have progressed if a repeated beeping hadn’t caught Tim’s attention. “What’s that?” He said breaking away from a kiss to look around the room. The fire alarm sat silent on the wall above the door. Bart looked around too “huh, I don’t know, I think it’s in the hall” He pushed Tim off him and got up.

They swung open their door and stepped into the hall and froze. There was a boy in the hall way standing at the door next to theirs. He was taller than both of them. A chiseled jaw clearly clenched in frustration, perfect black hair falling in his eyes, eyes so blue they could see the color from where they were standing. He was wearing a black t-shirt stretched so tight over his sea of muscles it looked seconds away from busting off of him. The shirt was tucked into blue jeans that highlighted all the right areas.

“holy shit he’s hot” Bart whispered his mouth hanging open. Tim just nodded unable to form words. The boy turned and looked at them, a flush of embarrassment heating his face. “Uh hi I guess we’re neighbors? I’m Conner” He did a little half wave like he wasn’t sure if they were suppose to shake hands or not. “Oh I’m Tim and this is Bart” Tim managed elbowing Bart to get him to close his mouth. “Cool” Conner, or hot Conner as Tim automatically thought of him, said turning back to his door. “I can’t get the code to work” He said a hint of frustration in his voice as he punched in the 5 digit code into the key pad of the room. The little red light lit up at the top of the door lock and a beep came from it. 

“Whats the code? maybe it’ll like me better” Tim said stepping forward. “Promise not to break in?” Conner said Tim laughed “well that really depends what you have to steal” he said and they both smiled at each other. “Okay it’s 56293″ Tim punched in the code red light, beep, he tried again, same result, he tried extra slow making sure each number got fully pressed in and hear a click for each number, red light beep. 

“Do you still have the little sheet from admin?” Bart asked speaking for the first time. “Uh yeah sure” Conner looked confused but handed over the sheet with his room number and code. Bart looked at it for a moment and then shouldered Tim out of the way. “5..6..3..9..2″ he said his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he punched it in. Tim was about to object that it was the wrong order when the green light lit up and the door clicked. Conner nearly jumped out of his skin leaping for the door to open it. 

“Oh thank god” He said standing in his empty dorm room Tim and Bart standing in the door way. “This is embarrassing” Conner said turning toward them, “I’m a little dyslexic, this is like the worst middle school nightmare about fucking up your locker combo” Tim gave him a little smile “well people around here are a lot nicer than middle school” 

“That’s not saying much” Bart quipped “Where’s your stuff?” He asked looking around at the empty dorm “or your roommate” Conner shrugged “My stuff is downstairs, in my truck, I wanted to see if I could get the place open before I carried up the mini-fridge. My roommate is coming up tomorrow, some kid named Billy, something, Batson?” 

“Need help? with your stuff?” Tim asked the thought of Conner doing heavy lifting was interesting. Conner laughed “Yeah sure, I need someone to let me into my own room when I get back here” Bart smiled “no problem, come on lets go get that fridge, you got an x-box?”

#Timkonbart #Tim Drake #Bart Allen #Conner Kent #writing #Writing prompt

[sketchingtons]

Akshdh I’m already running behind on this, but I just saw the prompt list for TimKonBart/Core Disaster week and I wanted to at least do a little something! If nothing else, then to celebrate Bart’s bday, which I also forgot about smh 😔 🤦‍♀️

Birthday Kisses for the Birthday boi I say! 👏 If you saw my piece for the first day of Core Disaster week last year, celebrating Tim’s Bday, you’ll notice the similarities-wanted to do a bit of a throwback and it was really fun tbh! Really wild to see how my art style has changed in a year tho lolol

We’ll see if I have time to do any more days of the challenge, but if I don’t I’m happy to have at least gotten this one out 😌🙏 (and I couldn’t resist adding Cassie giving Bart some Bday kisses as well, even if it was just a doodle!)

#core disaster #core disaster week #timkonbart #timkonbart week #young justice #core 4 #tim drake #robin #red robin #bart allen #impulse #kid flash #conner kent #kon el #superboy #cassie sandsmark #wonder girl #fanart #illustration #digital art #digital illustration #dc #dc comics #sketch's scribbles #idk if I’ll be able to make something for everyday of the week #but I wanted to get something done for Bart’s Bday at least 🥺🙏💕 #it’s what he deserves! #and it is honestly a trip comparing this years piece to last years ajsgshs 😂 #much more confident in drawing my kids! 😤 🙏 #wild to think that I’ve been drawing them for a year now tho?? time sure does fly!

[redrobbingabank]

HI!! I heard you needed short prompts for writer’s block so here it is!!

Can you pls do a scene for Timkonbart w/ Tim smoking bc of ✨anxiety✨ and Bart and Kon trying to find smth else he could do instead bc cigarettes are bad for your health?? Thanks!!🚀

Hi! I made the offer for this and promptly got so busy, but now I'm working on them! Here's this one, and thank you for the prompt!!

TW: Substance Abuse

Smoking is…heavily discouraged for heroes. What with the whole destroying your lungs thing, it’s bad for performance. Jason, who smokes regularly and gets away with it because of his Pit-given resilience, makes sure to remind Tim of that.

He’s the only one who’s caught Tim smoking. It was his third of the day and he’d gone on the roof of Wayne Enterprises, hoping for privacy. Of course, Jason landed a fight right beside him, and noticed the cigarette before Tim could drop it off the edge.

He took Tim’s lighter and the box, then made him promise to stop.

Tim doesn’t consider promises to Jason to be very binding, since in his opinion Jason still owes him for Titan’s Tower. So the next day he got a new lighter and more cigarettes from a guy he met through an undercover mission.

That was maybe…twelve cartons ago? It’s been a few weeks. Tim’s staying at the Tower for the weekend because Dick wanted Damian to have space as Robin to hold more responsibility.

That’s fine. Tim’s too old to complain that he was there first. At least no one noticed him go up to the roof. Cassie’s dropping by the Watchtower to replace her lariat after fighting a magic user shredded it, and Kon and Bart are…

Well, they’re Kon and Bart. With their combined brain cells, they’ll probably realize Tim’s not caught up in their whirlwind in about ten minutes. That’s plenty of time.

The air up here is humid. It clings to Tim’s skin like a too-heavy weighted blanket, or a sweater after running. He’s on the edge of the roof, one leg hanging off and swinging a little. He’s got his grapple with him if he falls, but it’s redundant. Kon wouldn’t let him get that far.

Tim inhales; the smoke slides into his lungs like molasses. It’s thicker than normal air. Grainier, too, somehow. He holds it in for a few moments before exhaling, staring at the spot where gray smoke billows long after it dissipates.

“Hey, Rob!”

Tim jolts out of his stupor just in time to adjust into a more stable position as Bart comes flying(metaphorically) out of the door in his signature blur of orange. Kon follows slightly more slowly, flying(literally) out with a relaxed smirk. Tim rolls his eyes, because Kon could have walked that and he flew just to annoy Tim.

“Hey, guys,” he replies. At the same time, he subtly reaches over and drops the half-smoked cigarette off the roof.

“Heywaityoudroppedsomething!” Bart’s words blur as he races over the edge of the building. Tim barely has time to think, shit, before he’s back, cigarette pinched between his fingers. “Here…you go.”

The moment Bart connects what the cigarette is to the fact that Tim was holding it is painfully easy to see. His whole face drops. Kon floats over, concerned, and realizes. Without a word, he takes the cigarette from Bart and sends it back over the edge.

“Surprised you didn’t try it,” Tim says. It’s a weak attempt to distract them.

“I have, actually.” Kon crosses his arms over his chest as Bart turns and stares at him, looking betrayed. “Then I figured out they don’t do anything for me, so I stopped.”

“Well, they work for me.” Tim turns back towards the open sky, shutting down. He knows how bad substances are. He knows how upset people get when they find out their loved ones have been smoking, or drinking, or something else to chemically help them out. He knew this was how his people would react.

He has arguments planned for everyone. Bruce is easy to guilt trip with a reminder of how little he was there for Tim at the beginning of his time as Robin. It’s a simple matter to convince Dick that he’s just messing around like all teenagers do. Damian doesn’t need a talk, merely a bribe of a new pet to keep him quiet. As for Jason, Tim just plans to lie if he ever catches him again.

But none of his plans account for Kon and Bart.

There’s a small crackle of lightning that signals Bart’s leaving before Tim is lifted into the sky. He yelps and twists to glare at Kon, who’s got him around the waist.

Kon just smirks. “Relax, Tim, we’re just floating.”

And they are. Kon holds him a few yards in the air, cross legged with Tim situated on his lap, combing his fingers through overgrown black hair. 

Tim frowns, but gives up struggling. “And why exactly are we doing this?”

“We’re waiting for Bart.”

Bart gets back halfway through that sentence, skidding to a stop with smoke rising from his civvies. He’s got an armful of what looks like random shit. Tim’s learned that Bart with random shit is usually dangerous, so he gives Kon a skeptical look. “What exactly are you two doing?”

“Alternatives!” Bart says. He lets the shit fall from his arms to the ground. From his spot on Kon’s arms, Tim can see two things of gum, one spearmint and one nicotine, a self-help book, a stuffed animal, a sheet of singed paper with phone numbers that were clearly scribbled at superspeed, and a stress ball.

Tim taps Kon’s arm, and the Super lowers them both to the ground. He keeps an arm around Tim’s waist, watching as Bart picks up different things and starts explaining his thought process for each one. The numbers are apparently for therapists.

Eventually, Tim has to cut Bart off. He ducks out from Kon’s arm. “Guys, this is really nice and all, but I don’t…I’m fine. This is just a thing for me now. It helps.”

Kon raises a brow. “That is the literal definition of addiction.”

“Well, I don’t care!” Tim drags a hand down his face. “Everything’s too much, sometimes. Most of the time. Maybe you guys can deal with it, but I need help. This helps.”

He reaches into his pocket for his carton…

And pulls out a box of candy substitutes.

Kon winks. “That was my idea,” he says, while Bart zips to the edge of the roof and chucks the real cigarettes away. Tim follows them with his eyes until they’re out of view, and keeps staring as he imagines them being run over by a car. 

Less than a second later, Bart’s back at Tim’s side, hugging him tightly. Kon joins in with his arms around both of them.

“You’re not allowed to hurt yourself because it helps,” Bart says. He glares at Tim, but it’s a clear mask for the concern in his eyes. 

Tim sighs. “I’m sorry.” He doesn’t know who he’s apologizing to. Or why. He doesn’t think he’s actually sorry…and when he gets back to Gotham, he knows he’s going to go find his dealer again.

“We know,” Kon says. He’s back to running his fingers through Tim’s hair. “And we know things are shit.” “And we’re going to help you,” Bart says. He’s fiddling with the hem of Tim’s sleeve. “You’re staying for a few weeks, right? We’ll figure something out.”

“You’re not alone, Rob.” Kon rests his chin on Bart’s head so he can look Tim in the eyes. “We’re right here. And Cassie, and Anita, and Cissie if we can drag her out from school…”

Tim has to laugh at that. “She’ll be pissed.”

“She’s only pissed if we’re trying to make her be Arrowette again.” Bart grins. “She loves us.”

“Especially you.” Kon follows that sentence up with an exaggerated wink that sends them all cracking up; Cissie told them a long time ago that kissing Tim was a spur of the moment idea that ended up confirming her suspicions that she was gay. Tim doesn’t mind. It’s now an inside joke with the team. Kon particularly likes using it to mess with Cassie. Her crush on Cissie is not subtle.

“Anyway,” Tim says. “You guys are idiots.”

“And you’re stuck with us.” Bart grins and bops Tim on the top of the head. “Love you, Rob!”

Tim snorts. “Love you too, Imp.”

“You know I’m here too, right?” Kon picks both of them up and rises into the air. “You guys are assholes.”

“Love you, SB,” Tim and Bart chorus.

“...Yeah, love you guys too.”

#tim drake #bart allen #kon el #conner kent #timkonbart #young justice 1998

[timkonbart]

Send me TimKonBart Writing Prompts 😳😳😳

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[unknownunseenunheard]

TimKonBart Week Day II Prompt: Fantasy/High School AU

Jason puts Tim’s name in the Goblet of Fire, and Tim has to deal with the fall out

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25394866

#core disaster #timkonbart #core disaster week #timkonbart week #tim drake #bart allen #conner kent #harry potter

[littlebluejaydraws]

TimKonBart for Nile @ejharts for the artists net’s V Day Secret Santa

i chose to do the cooking prompt :)

(click for clearer image, dont’t repost/steal!)

#TimKonBart #bart allen #kon el #tim drake #young just us #dc #digital #ask to tag

[queerbutstillhere]

"Oh no he's hot" Time travel prompt -

(this one was given to me by @hyperactive-lectiophile from this post. I couldn't resist throwing in a little TimBartKon-)

Time travel was pretty normal in the speedster life. Now Wallace West, Kid Flash, had never actually had it happen to him. He'd seen Barry do it, he'd heard about Jay doing it, and he'd stopped several other speedsters from doing it.

But he never had.

All the same, when he got thrown into a time vortex, he knew what was going on. He prepared himself to run to find the nearest speedster and ask them to throw him back forwards into time. When he came out, he was tripping and flipping head over heels. He landed on his ass in a smoking battlefield, chaos and destruction everywhere. He rocketed up, looking around with wide eyes, trying to identify his location.

"There he is. A little later then I expected."

He turned around to find three very buff heroes. They were clearly heroes, as one was floating, the other was glowing and the one in front just looked like a superhero. Plus the mask kinda gave it away.

"W-who are you?" He stammered, eyes wide. "Where am I?!"

"Earth-1, Nashville, Tennessee, I think."

"Okay. When am I?"

"May third, Twenty twenty-one, Wally," the masked vigilante grinned at him.

Wally scanned him over. He was wearing an incredibly tight bodysuit, blue stripes running down certain areas, and a big blue wing like symbol on his chest. He had a utility belt like Robin, and two batons hung at the sides. He looked like he had been involved in the war, black soot on his face, and blood and grease in his hair and on his uniform.

"Who are you?"

The man laughed and grinned. "I'm Nightwing. This is Starfire, and Zatanna."

"Z?!?" Wally exclaimed, eyes snapping up to her.

"Hey, Wally," she said with a giggle, waving.

Man she grew up well.

"What- how-"

"We'll explain everything back on the Watchtower, Wally. Don't worry about it," Nightwing said, walking over and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Okay."

So they went back to the Watchtower, which very much was different then anticipated.

"Bart is gonna be here in a bit to help send you back, you want something to eat?"

"Bart?"

"Yeah, you'll meet him soon," Nightwing promised, leading him what appeared to be a kitchen and starting to make Wally food.

"Okay."

Nightwing chuckled, handing Wally a lunchmeat sandwich, sitting across from him at the island. He watched as the man reached his gloves up and removed his mask. He was glad for the food in his mouth or else he would've audibly gasped.

He's hot.

Not just hot. He's beautiful, like objectively one of the prettiest people Wally had ever seen, and he hung out around Diana!

"So, how did you know I'd be coming, you didn't seem surprised..."

"Well you tell your team when you get back," Nightwing said, shrugging lightly.

"We didn't quite know when you'd show up, but we knew what time you disappeared into the future, so we figured it'd be around that time."

Wally nodded, devouring his sandwich, sneaking looks at Nightwing occasionally. His blue eyes were really pretty.

The door banged open, and a golden bolt of light smacked into Nightwing, throwing him off balance.

"Oh my God!" The man yelled, nearly falling.

"Sorry!"

The buzzing speedster darted around the room, stealing food. A tired looking vigilante trailed in after him.

"I'm sorry. He's just very excited today."

"It's okay, Red Robin."

"BART DONT EAT THAT!"

Wally also watched in horror as the kid began to shove a partially rotten fruit down his mouth, then stopped, pouting.

"Aw, Timmy, baby, I'm hungry."

"I know this," Red Robin walked over, grabbing his wrists. "And Kon is on his way with food, okay? He's got your fries and shake and everything."

The speedster brightened and then looked at Wally.

"Hi Wally! I know you don't know who I am yet, but hi!"

Wally waved slightly and then looked at Nightwing.

"You'll get used to him," Nightwing promised.

The door opened again, and a really tall buff man walked in.

"Okay, I have the food-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as suddenly the fast food bags in his hand were ripped away. He sighed and looked at Nightwing.

"I'm sorry-"

Nightwing laughed, shaking his head. "It's okay, Kon."

Wally froze. That laugh. He recognized that laugh. He would know that laugh anywhere. He had heard that laugh so many times.

"Dick?!" He exclaimed, eyes wide.

The man smirked lightly, looking over.

"Hey, Walls."

"Oh! My! God!"

My best friend gets hot.

"You're kidding me!?"

"Nope."

"Wow. Okay... So where am I? Here, I mean, this Wally."

Dick's smile faultered. "He's busy in Central City, he couldn't make it. He sends his best wishes, however."

Wally narrowed his eyes, but didn't question it.

"Okay! I'm all fueled up, let's go, Wally!" The other speedster said, jumping up and shoving a shake cup into Red Robin's hands, then kissing him.

"See ya soon, babe!"

"Alright, come on," Dick said, standing and following Bart out. Wally trailed after them.

"Dick, does something happen to me?" He asked, easily catching up with his best friend.

"Wally, you know I can't tell you that," Dick said with a sigh. "Please don't ask me questions like that."

Wally glared at him. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

"You tell me that a lot," Dick said with a fond smile. "Okay. So when you get back, you're gonna find yourself in the middle of the battle with the team, so just be prepared."

"Can do."

"Bart will tell you what to watch for while you're running through time-"

So Bart and him created enough speed and force to launch him through time. He found his proper time fairly easily, and punched through the speedforce, tumbling to the ground in the middle of a battle.

"Kid Flash!"

Suddenly Robin was by his side, looking worried.

"There you are! You've been gone for thirty minutes!"

"Dude, you get really hot."

Robin stared at him like he had just grown a second head. Wally laughed.

"I'll explain after we beat up these bad guys."

#wally west #dick grayson #birdflash #wallyxdick #dickxwally #writing prompt #prompt ask #prompt #give me prompts and shiz #ask me #send me asks #ask me questions #timkonbart #time travel #queerbutstillhere #queerbutstillhere writes