#Tim Drake needs a nap

[sunlitgotham]

It all started when Buzzfeed Unsolved made a video about Delphi Strawberry Services. . Or did it start with that one tweet? . Well… maybe it all started when a kid from Gotham Academy went missing a little over a year ago. A kid who just so happened to be in Damian’s Third Grade Class. . Actually, how it really all started, was that Austin Lake created a Social Media Platform to promote his music online. And it all snowballed from there.

(can be read as a stand alone fic, or as an AU of Sunlit Gotham)

[massivetittiesandwarcrimes]

I need Dick to be completely delusional about Tim and consider him to be his nicest, most helpful, and most well-behaved sibling.

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Tim: I have never done anything wrong, ever, in my life.

Dick: I know this and I love you 🥰

Jason: ...Dick, are you fucking HIGH???

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Dick: You should consider trying to be more like Tim! He's always such a well-behaved angel ❤️

Tim: Thank you, Dick 😇

Damian:

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Dick: Tim is very kind and always so polite! He would never be mean to someone on purpose! ❤️

Bruce, who is bullied by Tim an average of 4.5 times a day:

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Dick: Tim is an absolute sweetheart!

Cass: ... I do not think that word means what you think it does.

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Duke, staring at a warehouse that he and Tim just 'accidentally' blew up: ... So how mad do you think Dick is going to be at us?

Tim: Don't worry, I got this.

Dick, landing next to them: Holy explosion, Red Robin! What happened here?!?

Tim: I don't know 😔. It was like this when we got here 🥺.

Duke, whispering: There is no way he's going to believe tha-

Dick: Oh no! Well, I'm just glad you two are safe!

Duke: ... Tim, I need you to teach me your ways.

Dick: hm? Did you say something, Duke?

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Dick: I don't get it! Why does everyone think Tim is some kind of crazed feral gremlin?!?

Alfred: I believe that is because they have in fact met Master Tim.

Dick: What was that? 🙃

Alfred: ... 😮‍💨 Truly it is a mystery for the ages.

[zhelin-thames]

Part 2 Wayne Family Group Chat

Tim: okay everyone just… act normal tonight please PLEASE

Dick: Define “normal”

Jason: What did you do

Cass: 👀 Tim: nothing!! nothing illegal!!! just. just dinner. simple. civilized. family dinner. 🧍‍♂️

Damian: If you’re acting suspicious, I’m bringing a weapon.

Bruce: No weapons at the dinner table.

Damian: Too late.

Alfred: The food will be served at 7:30 sharp. Please refrain from traumatizing each other until dessert.

[7:32 PM – Wayne Manor Dining Room]

Everyone is seated. Food is passed. Tension is suspiciously low. Then…

Dick (whispering to Jason): yo who’s the guy next to Tim? 👀

Jason: Idk but Tim’s looking at him like he hangs the stars

Cass: 👁️👄👁️ they’re holding hands under the table

Bruce (barely hiding surprise): Tim. Who is your… guest?

Tim (sweating bullets): This is Danny! My boyfriend! Of 2 years, 3 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days! …Surprise 😅

Danny: Hey. :) Nice mashed potatoes, by the way.

Cue stunned silence. Until—

Damian (squinting intensely at Danny): “…Out of 8 billion people… you chose HIM? You couldn’t find anyone better—BROTHER?”

Tim (scandalized): “HEY!! Leave him alone! I love him!”

Damian (deadpan): “I was talking to MY brother, Timothy.”

[Entire table goes silent. Fork clatters. Jason chokes. Dick drops his wine. Cass looks delighted.]

Bruce (visibly malfunctioning): You have a brother?

Tim: I’m sorry, WHAT??

Danny (shrugging, sipping water): Yeah. Hi. I’m Danyal al Ghul. Heir to the Demon. Escaped at ten. Been vibing ever since.

Damian: This is an insult. You didn’t even ask for permission to court my brother Drake (oops we r back to last names). My actual brother. Biological. Blood-related.

Jason: Tim’s dating a former assassin prince. Who is B's son, blood son. That’s SO on brand for you.

Dick: This is better than Netflix

Cass: 💚 new brother 💚

Bruce (massaging temples): I need a drink.

Alfred (bringing wine): Already poured, sir. read tags!!

[parker-artio]

I like to think the Batfamily have nap times. These naptimes do NOT get messed with. If they are on their nap time and there is a full scale Arkham break out- better find out a plan to get them all back in without them.

Most of them probably have it during the day, but others are probably at night or late at the day.

Bruce’s nap time would be at about 10am to 2pm. Either it lasts the whole time, or it starts somewhere in between and ends a bit after 3pm. His nap is very serious. He will not cancel it. He stays up all night and gets maybe 4 hours of sleep at most without his nap.

Dicks nap is always after whenever he gets off work. Which can range from 3pm to 7pm. He tries to nap for three hours, because then he needs to get up and get ready for patrol. 

Jason- I don’t think he’d actually nap on purpose like everyone else. I think he’d just crash whenever.

Cass I feel like is like Jason, she just crashes whenever she feels like it. But she also won’t wait till she’s home, she’ll walk to any horizontal surface and get comfy before she’s out.

Tim either he doesn’t nap for a day. Or he naps all day. If he skips a nap it will be added onto his next nap. His are NOT consistent.

Duke doesn’t nap. He sleeps at night like a banal person. But sometimes he takes a nap after school. One of those naps that you wake up disoriented and still tired, you pants rolled up to your knees, and the marks from how hard you were sleeping.

Damian claims he doesn’t need a nap. But if he isn’t moving around enough when he’s tired during the day he will end up asleep.

Steph never gets enough sleep. She is broke, tired, annoyed, and wants to punch a man. Therefore naps aren’t consistent. She’s a mix of Tim and Cass. She’s crash wherever, whenever, and sometimes not at all.

[monstera-modd]

It’s a Front for Drugs

Another DCxDP Café AU #3

After the Nasty Burger incident, Dan, Dani, and Danny had no choice but to flee their home universe. With nowhere else to go, they settled in Gotham, New Jersey.

They opened a small café called "3D’s Coffee House", located right on the edge of Park Row, between Newtown and Pinkney. It was the perfect place—busy enough to blend in but not so crowded that they’d constantly be in the spotlight.

Dan took charge of the kitchen, handling all the baked goods. (Jazz had once suggested baking as a good stress reliever, and surprisingly, it worked.) Dani and Danny ran the front, chatting with customers and making killer coffee. (Heh.)

Business was steady, the atmosphere was cozy, and best of all, no one suspected they weren’t exactly normal.

Until, on an otherwise uneventful, cloudy day, the one and only Tim Drake-Wayne walked into their little shop.

Danny barely looked up from the espresso machine as the guy—clearly running on fumes—dragged himself to the counter and ordered an Electric Delight.

"Three extra shots and two pumps of caramel," Tim mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

Danny raised a brow but didn’t comment. "Coming right up."

He crafted the order with expert precision, sliding the cup over with a friendly, "Enjoy your liquid death."

Tim didn't even hesitate. He took the cup, downed the entire thing in record time, and let out a slow exhale.

And then—

He felt awesome.

Like, heart-racing, brain-on-overdrive, seeing-sound-levels of awake.

None of the usual coffee shops he frequented could make him feel this alert this fast. This alive.

Curious, he mentioned the café to Dick.

Who, of course, mentioned it to Jason.

And since 3D’s Coffee House was in his territory, Jason took one look at the situation and immediately came to a conclusion.

"...They’re using drugs."

Dick frowned. "What?"

"Think about it," Jason said, crossing his arms. "Some no-name café opens up on the edge of Park Row—already suspicious. Then they start selling ungodly strong coffee that makes people feel invincible? That’s not caffeine, that’s drugs."

Tim, sipping his second Electric Delight, blinked. "...I mean. It could just be good coffee?"

"Wake up, Replacement," Jason scoffed. "This has front for a drug operation written all over it."

Dick sighed. "We should investigate."

Tim groaned. "Why do I feel like you guys are going to ruin my new favorite coffee place?"

Jason cracked his knuckles. "Because we are."

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my brain was so fucked while writing this guys

(Edit: I’m thinking of redoing this whole idea so there’s that, I’m not happy with how this one turned out lol probably because I wrote it at like 4am but… ANYWAY!)

[suzyblue0292]

Things I may someday include in a fic:

Tim slumped into the passenger seat in defeat, “this is the kind of shit that turns people into supervillains. Don’t look at me like that!” He ordered Bruce who guilty turned his gaze to the road.

“I’m not looking at you.”

“Yes you were. You were giving me that side eye like I’m the scary kid. Like Damian and Jason haven’t both brought you actual human heads like demented cats.”

Bruce hummed thoughtfully. “Jason didn’t bring me the heads actually-“

“Oh my god. That was not my point. The point is I am not the scary child.”

“Well,” Bruce allowed, “there is ‘demented cat scary’ and then there is rip apart multiverses on a whim scary.”

Tim sat up straighter, preening slightly, “you really think I’m that good?”

Bruce sighed heavily, “I’m asking you not to.”

[forgotten-daydreamer]

Tim: [gets down on one knee]

Bernard: oh my God, it's finally happening!

Tim: [falls over]

Bernard: the sedative is kicking in!

[timblrdrake]

just napped for longer than 30 minutes… might be onto something…

[hyperblue]

I was thinking about this AU again.

Tim not knowing how to cuddle. How does he do it? He's not accustomed to physical touch, even now with his friends and family he has no idea how to do something so intimate.

Leaning into someone's side isn't the same as spooning them, how do you even go about this? Where should he put his arm?

I think it's hilariously sad if he just doesn't know how to cuddle, as his kids grow up he starts to get the hang of it but then all of a sudden it's not his kids he cuddling but his PARTNER.

And now he's back at square 1.

tim being awkward about receiving physical affection is my JAM, as someone who's extremely touch-starved i project on him like crazy

so adding to this: as soon as he gets how to act around this, he just can't get enough. both with his kids and with kon, like, he holds a baby against his chest, not even sure if he's doing it right, but all he knows is that this little warm weight feels nice in his arms, and so does feather-like hair tickling his jaw, and so do little fists clutching at his shirt. in kon's arms, however, he just positively melts like five minutes in, and the next thing you know he's always all over kon the second they're left alone — he's sneaking under kon's arm in the morning while kon's still asleep, constantly makes excuses just to sit on his lap, rests his cheek against kon's back while he's making breakfast and he's SO AWKWARD about it but he just can't help himself

[timblrdrake]

i have had. so much coffee . and very little sleep. i have lost all bodily function except moving my thumbs to post on tumblr.

@timblrdrake how do you post so much. I cannot keep up

[theliliesofthevalleies]

I saw this comedy set on TikTok and thought this was perfect for Tim

Tim hasn’t slept in days working on a drug case rambling about stupid bags.

Bruce walking by: what’s going on?

Dick eating popcorn with Dami: this case is about to make Timmy crack.

Tim slamming his coffee mug down: humans don’t know anything about irony!

Bruce: oh. I’m sorry chum anything I can to help?

Tim: February 2020 two men were pulled over by GCPD for speeding on the interstate. Upon inspection of the car officers found a quote “tan bag” with the words quote “bag full of drugs” printed on the outside.

Bruce: right

Tim: now having been trained in the art of law enforcement the officer made an educated assessment that perhaps. This tan bag may not be trying to be ironic and instead actually had drugs in it.

Dick: I can see the logic.

Tim: upon inspection of the bag the officer found that his theory was correct because inside the bag was 70 grams of meth, 1.36 kilograms of GHB, a gram of cocaine, 15 MDMA tablets, 3.6 grams of fentanyl. Thereby rendering the outside of the bag n understatement because that bag was full of EVERY drug!

Dami: wow.. talk about the understatement of the year.

Tim: when asked if it was common to come across a bag labeled “bag full of drugs” he was quoted as saying “yeah I’d say that’s rare.”

Dick: so clearly not a public speaker..

Tim: Tuesday July 20th 2024. GCPD pullover a woman just inside of Gotham. And upon inspection of her vehicle found a quote “tan bag” with the words quote “bag of drugs” printed on the outside in her purse. Upon removal of said “bag of drugs” the officer found that it was as advertised unironically containing 3.25 grams of cocaine, 1.75 grams of crack, 1 gram of meth, 1.5 pills of hydromorphone, 2 amphetamines, and 4.5 alprazolams! Again the lettering on the bag a distortion regardless of how technically accurate it is because this bag HAD ALL THE FUCKING DRUGS IN IT!

Bruce: language chum.

Tim: Tuesday October 8th 2024! Blüdhaven police located a stolen car. Inside the found a fully loaded firearm, cash, and a quote “tan bag” labeled quote “definitely not a bag full of drugs” law enforcement no doubt taking pointers from GCPD checked the contents of the bag quote “definitely not a bag full of drugs” and found that it was in fact full of drugs! 79 tabs of fentanyl! 230 grams of meth and 3 fake pills of oxycodone! Which if it was just that would have rendered the front an accurate description and thus a level of situational irony that would have been achieved that would have made Oscar Wilde blast his pants!

Jason being summoned at the mention of Oscar Wilde: what would make Oscar Wilde blast his pants?

Dick: shh he’s not done.

Tim: back in Gotham. January 19th 2025!

Dami: oh. Recent.

Tim: a woman was arrested at a traffic stop. The K-9 unit took an interest in a bunch of bags in the back of the car. When asked if they could search the car the woman said “yeah. There shouldn’t be anything illegal in there.”

Jason: oh. Not smart..

Tim: when the GCPD searched the car they found a quote “tan tote bag” with the words quote “definitely not a bag full of drugs” printed on the front. And upon inspection of the bag, despite her earlier assurance and the bags, law enforcement discovered that there was in fact FUCKING DRUGS IN THE BAG!

Bruce: language!

Tim: meth and Narcan if you’re keeping score! Enough to get the women re-arrested for felony possession with an intent to manufacture and deliver! And I say re-arrested because she had been arrested for the same charges 10! DAYS! EARLIER!

Dami: oh.

Tim pinching the bridge of his nose: which means a woman charged with having drugs was out on bond got caught with drugs again. In a bag that was labeled “definitely not a bag of drugs” which by the way is available online for purchase at lookhuman.com for $18.99 which is a deal considering how much money it’s gonna cost if ya get arrested with a bag full of drugs!

Jason: oh it’s a lot.

Tim: now! Humans. Here’s the news. Irony is not dead it’s everywhere the problem is it seems that no one knows exactly what it is. Is it ironic to have a bag full of drugs labeled “full of drugs”? Is it ironic to have a bag with “definitely not full of drugs” printed on the front and then fill it comically chuffed with a Costco amount of fucking drugs?

Bruce giving up: language…

Tim with eyes twitching: humans I ask you! Is it ironic do you think to have 3 of those stories start with in Gotham and end with “bag full of drugs”?! Because you saw it coming from the beginning?! Or is it the Blüdhaven story that’s ironic because you heard a bag in Blüdhaven labeled “definitely not full of drugs” and figured it wouldn’t be?! It’d be some bottled microbrews and high end cheeses and to find out that bag you thought was full of Blüdhaven artisanal turned out to be fucking jackpot crack and fools-oxy?!

Bruce: okay. I think it’s time for bed.

Tim literally losing his mind: is it ironic that I’m coming in hot when I said I wouldn’t because every day has been a fire hose of historical events coming out of all ends of the media and I didn’t want to give you a panic attack and now I’m having a panic attack because I’m so goddamned on edge all the time because January 2025 came in tweaking in a flaming geo metro wearing a bag labeled “definitely not full of drugs” printed on the front!

Everyone trying to get Tim to calm down while he continues ranting loudly.

Dick: we should really watch him closer..

Tim: and is that news?! Is that irony?! And what should I be panicking about?!

Dami: agreed. Drake needs more sleep.

Bruce pinching the bridge of his nose: who keeps giving him coffee?

More loud ranting can be heard in the background.

[secretly-a-trekkie]

lol i think it is kinda funny how often we take our favorite overworked little guy (gender neutral ) and just go oh yeah he (gender neutral) hasn't slept in a month and his blood is now coffee and redbull but said guy (gender neutral) is just functioning mostly normally but with no filter

[w4ruiyum3]

Gotham's stray pt.1 (Gotham fanfic)

pt.1 pt.2

synopsys: After a rough night on the docks, an independent vigilante finds unexpected allies in two of Gotham’s own. He’s not looking for trouble—or a family—but Gotham has other plans.

warnings: violence, blood, ptsd, mentions of death, language,...

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Gotham Docks. 1:42 AM.

It always started with a job gone bad.

Crates. A smuggled weapons deal. Half a dozen thugs armed with military-grade rifles—and a boat trying to flee Gotham’s bay under the cover of the night.

Kade was already bleeding from a cut above his eyebrow, and one of his sticks had been kicked into the water during the fight—leaving him with only one left, and five rounds split between both sidearms.

“Come on then,” he muttered, voice muffled behind his mask, the red goggles glowing faintly in the dim light. “I’m not dead yet.”

They rushed at him.

First guy down before the others even drew their weapons. Second guy took a baton to the jaw and a taser round to the gut. The third—smarter—went for cover.

He didn’t notice the one flanking him on the right until it was too late. Crowbar slammed into his ribs. He grunted, spinning with the hit, and barely rolled out of the way as another one tried to shoot him point-blank.

"This is getting messy," Roy muttered from a shadowed rooftop, arrow nocked. "Who even is this guy?"

Jason crouched beside him, arms folded. Red Hood’s helmet reflected the moonlight in a dull sheen. He was quiet, watching. "Doesn’t matter. He’s outnumbered."

“So we help?”

Jason didn’t respond—but his hand was already reaching for his guns.

Below, Kade caught one with a headbutt and landed a brutal elbow to another’s neck. But even with all his skill, he was getting winded.

Kade staggered, vision flaring white. The dock shifted beneath him. His heel hit the edge.

“Shit—” He spun to recover—and that’s when another one tackled him from the side.

CRACK.

They both hit the dock hard—then tumbled over the edge.

Splash.

The fight stopped for a second. The ripples spread.

Roy’s voice cut through the silence.

“Jason—he’s not coming up.”

A beat.

Jason’s jaw tightened. "Fuck."

He opened fire with precise shots—two goons dropped instantly. Then he tossed his guns, yanked off his jacket, and dove in after Kade without a second thought.

..

The water was black— like ink swallowing the edges of the world. And even from the top of the shipping container, Kade could hear it—lapping softly at the metal.

He didn’t scream. Couldn’t.

The cold wrapped around his lungs like fists. The light above him blurred, the sounds muted. The pressure in his chest built instantly—tight, panicked, familiar.

His brother’s face.

His father’s screams.

That lake.

He clawed upward, but his limbs were locked. The pain wasn’t physical—it was something else, something old and bitter, tightening around his ribs.

“Get out get out get out—”

And then—arms around him.

A blur of red and black pulled him out of the dark. Jason dragged him up, breaking the surface with a gasp and a curse.

Roy was already kneeling at the edge, pulling them both in with a grunt. "You're heavier than you look, man.

He hit the dock coughing, heaving, water pooling beneath him. His vision was smeared, but he caught fragments.

Boots. Leather. A red helmet.

Someone knelt beside him. Not Batman. Not a cop.

The guy’s voice was low, almost amused. “You fight like a pitbull. But you swim like a stone.”

“Go to hell,” Kade rasped, shoving the hand away. He hated the weakness in his limbs more than the pain.

A second voice joined in—lighter, more sarcastic. “That’s gratitude for you. We fished your soggy ass out of the bay, and this is what we get?”

He looked up.

Red jacket. Hood down. Bow slung over the back. The redheaded one was smirking.

Arsenal.

Which meant the one that dragged my ass up—

Red Hood. 

Kade’s brain fired alarms, but his limbs felt soaked in lead. He shifted onto his elbows, coughing up more water.

Roy knelt nearby, offering a towel which he pulled out of his bag. “You alright?”

Kade didn’t take the towel. He was trying to stand.

Jason didn’t press. He just leaned back on his elbows. “You got skills. But you’re sloppy when you panic.”

Kade’s eyes darkened behind the goggles.

Jason stared at him a second longer. “Look we’re not here to fight you.”

Roy added, “We’re here to offer you a ride. You are bleeding like hell, and pretty sure you just bruised a rib or three. Least we can do is patch you up.”

Kade hesitated.

He never trusted fast offers. Never liked help.

But the water was still behind him—and for some reason, standing next to it made it harder to breathe.

“Fine.” He grabbed the towel. “But don’t try anything.”

Roy shrugged. “Relax. We don’t kidnap people anymore”

“…Anymore?”

Hi! Hope you liked it. I’m still debating whether to make this into series—guess we’ll see how this one goes. I’ve been writing for a while now (maybe four years?), but I’ve never really gone public with fanfics before. I really love the Batfam and wanted to try something of my own for once. Thanks for reading! (also my first fanfic-- just 2 years old and tweaked)

[jaxallope]

You ever think the league just thinks Batman has a bag of holding?

His utility belt? Has just about everything, because of course it does, he’s prepared for just about everything.

Then you have his cape,

Batman has verging number of heartbeats depending on the day? Some days it’s just one some days it’s, like 7?

Flash swears he’s see eyes glaring at him from it

Green lantern thinks it’s literally made of void

Honestly it might be a little magical. How else is he gonna hide and protect all his babies? What if they want to follow him to a meeting? What better way to keep track of them than to keep them with him?

I know this has been done

I know it’s not new

But this, along with Sweet little son/brother shaped Jason Todd is something I live for

Batman is a mama opossum

And he and all his lovely babies are mine

DC can borrow them again when they stop making terrible decisions and treat them all right

And have Bruce be the dad we all want him to be

Let the batfam be happy

Let them be loved

[imberrysleepy]

I never read comics or watched/played/listened any other hero DC media and I'm not really into Tim Drake besides some ppl I follow (I'm more of Jason Todd even I, again, never interacted with any DC media except the Pinterest/Tumblr fandom of the batfam) but he seems to really shut down his emotions. Like, always choosing the logical and professional route and actively neglecting and dismissing his own feelings. He might be witty or one of the best detectives or whatever, but this man dgaf about his health, neither mental nor physical