#jaytimsteph

[pridequest64]

Older!Damian: Shame Drake will remain the smallest Robin.

Jason: What are you talking about gremlin?

Steph: Yeah Tim is freaking huge.

Damian: Are you two blind? Drake is clearly the shortest Rob…

Jason:

Steph:

Damian: The Lazarus can not heal the mental wounds you people inflict on me.

[sasheneskywalker]

steph finds out that tim has a hate crush on jason and tries to arrange a threesome. jason is very baffled and beginning to get paranoid because batgirl keeps flirting with him and making weird innuendos (and he's pretty sure she's dating red robin?). tim doesn't know what steph's doing and is getting worried because she seems to run into red hood a lot lately. jason and tim still find themselves on the opposite sides more times than they actually work together, but at least red hood has stopped fighting red robin at every opportunity (steph thinks jason is too confused by the situation to muster enough anger to seriously hurt tim). she just thinks their fights are hot.

[stele3]

It starts with Grindr.

Well, okay, actually, it starts with a hurricane.

Not the metaphorical kind, either, an actual Category 4 hurricane named Moira that’s headed for Gotham. Batman calls for all-hands-on-deck, and for once everyone buries the hatchet and complies. So many hatchets in the ground. Wait, is that a racist metaphor? Frowning, Stephanie takes out her phone to google it.

She’s positioned in the room so that she can see multiple people, in particular Tim and Barbara Gordon and the Red Hood, Tim because duh, Barbara Gordon because Stephanie lives in the forever fantasy that one day Oracle will fucking ditch and/or kill Bruce Wayne and take over as the Big Boss, and the Red Hood because half of the hatchets in the room are aimed towards or away from him. Stephanie might hate Bruce’s guts and only just barely made her own peace with Tim, but they’re hers to hate, and anyway, if he says anything homophobic that’s her domain, too. So.

Thus far he’s mostly leaned against the wall with his arms crossed in a pose that’s totally casual and not at all practiced. With the shiny red helmet on, she can’t tell how much he’s paying attention. He could be blasting Linkin Park in there for all she knows, or cares.

So she’s standing there, half-listening to Batman talk about disaster response, quarter-listening to the rain picking up outside, and quarter-googling whether the hatchet thing is racist or not. Whatever, Tim’s been on his phone for the last twenty minutes, too.

And then, just as Bruce is pausing in his bulletin, and the rain also coincidentally quieted a little: brrdt!

Stephanie’s head snaps up. The Red Hood has shifted in place and taken out his phone.

“Nuh,” Tim says. Stephanie’s head snaps in that direction. Tim is staring at his phone. Wide eyes dart up to look at the Red Hood. Stephanie instinctively follows, but the Red Hood merely has his head tilted to one side, studying his phone.

The pause lengthens delicately. “Do you need to take a call?” Bruce asks.

“No,” the Red Hood replies. He’s actually got his voice modulator on, like some kind of weirdo. They all know who he is, why would he…? “I’m honestly not even sure what sound that was.”

The thing is, he sounds like he means it. He’s got the helmet and the voice modulator, so it’s hard to say for sure, but his voice doesn’t betray any common tells. Stephanie looks back at Tim. She probably shouldn’t, she’s behind Bruce but she’s facing Barbara Gordon, who is no slouch in the detective department.

Tim has put his phone away and is looking at Bruce. Calm. Collected. Right up until the moment Stephanie pointedly leans out from behind Bruce; then his eyes meet hers and widen, quivering.

What the fuck? she mouths at him.

No one else sees her, though, or if they do, they don’t say anything. So after a second Bruce goes back to talking about coordination with the National Guard. Tim has broken out in a sweat and is subtly vibrating in place. Stephanie’s eyes play a tennis match between him and the Red Hood, who is still poking at his phone.

After about twenty-five seconds, the Red Hood blurts out,

“What the fuck!”

And looks

At Tim.

“Cease your interruptions, corpse,” Damian snaps. “Or you may leave.”

The Red Hood doesn’t acknowledge him in any way, just keeps staring at Tim, whose left eye has started to twitch. He’s still staring at Bruce, though. Does Bruce know what Grindr sounds like? Did Tim seriously just match with the Red Hood? Is the Red Hood seriously a closet case homophobe?

What is going on?

[smittywing]

Third Time's a Charm

The threesome fic no one asked for. Because I slept too much today and need social interaction now. :P I have this vision for a three-fic series where Stephanie and Tim declare themselves Jason's new Outlaws (Jason despairs of their definition of 'outlaws') and they end up doing a bunch of Leverage-type missions. And eventually they all end up together.

“I love making terrible people sad,” Steph crowed, raiding the fridge for beers. She was stripped down to her sports bra and leggings and she draped herself over Tim as she pressed a bottle into his hands. 

Jason released the catch on his helmet and exhaled into the cool air of their de facto headquarters as the AC hit his sweaty face. “Great job, team.” 

He wasn't Bruce. He wasn't going to be. After action reports could wait for the morning. His team had earned the night off. 

“Steph, it's too hot,” Tim protested and pushed his cold bottle against her chest. She yelped and hopped up on the counter. 

“Jason, you want beer, right?” She waved the third bottle at him. 

“Absolutely.” He put up a hand and Steph threw it with true aim. Condensation slipped down the bottle but Jason caught it securely in his glove. “Timbo, you okay?”

~

And also:

~

“Hey.”  Jason stepped into the gym. The lights came up. “What are you doing sitting here in the dark?”

“Ugh.” Steph shook out her head and shoulders and stood up. “I've been trying to nail this combo for hours and I’ve clearly been resting too long.”

“Or not enough,” Jason countered. Steph’s hands were wrapped but the tape was coming undone. “May I?”

Steph laughed. “Knock yourself out.”

Jason tucked in the end of the loose piece of tape and thumbed it smooth. “Bruce always teaches combos slow and has you build up speed,” he said. “But you need the speed of the spin to bring enough energy into the kick. So in this case, you're going to want to do it fast and sloppy and work on tightening up your form once you're doing it.”

“Is that even allowed?”

“Revolutionary, right?” Jason flashed her a grin. 

“You know,” Steph said slowly. 

“Hmm?”

“Tim’s not the only one.”

Jason released her hand. He knew Steph and Tim were still close, maybe even closer than when they'd been dating, but there was still that mean little hiss of jealousy in his gut when she talked about Tim like that. 

“The only one what?” He sounded guarded, even to himself and hated it. 

“Who's had a crush on you.”  Steph met his eyes and shrugged, almost hesitantly. Definitely without her usual glowing confidence. 

Jason blinked. 

Because he and Tim. Tim and him. 

“I’m just saying,” she said quickly. 

“You mean you?”  

“Who else - yes, me.” Steph crossed her arms defensively and Jason realized just how badly he'd fucked up. 

“I I’m flattered,” he managed. “I'm just.” Were he and Tim telling people about them? Was there a them? If there was, wouldn't Tim have told Stephanie?  “I'm kind of confused?” he confessed. 

Steph rolled her eyes. He was so out of his depth. “Okay, forget it,” she huffed. “I just thought if you and Tim would be open to…being a little more open. I mean, Tim adores you. But he thinks he's not enough for you and - oh God, I’m a fucking idiot.”

“No,” Jason said immediately, because this was something he was sure of. “You're not an idiot. You think? Me and you and Tim? All of us?”

“Would I say anything if I didn't think it would work?” Steph said acidly. 

[necrotic-nephilim]

I love how you write fucked up JayTim. Even when Jays being horrible and sadistic he still *needs* Tim’s approval, his attention. Needs Time to want him to crack his chest open to see if their hearts beat the same. If Tim wanted fucked up Jason he seems so devoted to Tim he’d let that little fucker keep him on a leash just so Tim would tell him to do all the fucked up things to him. (Also as an aside I could just imagine Jay/Steph/Tim where Jason is devoted to both those little gremlins and Steph is constantly encouraging him.)

thank you so much, this is so sweet! i absolutely *love* when people just Get It and the dynamic i'm trying to portray comes across correctly. like yeah, this perfectly describes it. Jason is the Worst and would do anything to hurt Tim, but he still desperately needs Tim around. anything to get Tim to pay attention to him is worth it. obsessed with how he just wants to rip Tim open. everything you said just. yes.

AGREED on JayTimSteph, oh my god. Steph would make a delightful enabler for Jason bc she also knows what it's like to get dragged into TIm's gravitational pull and end up so utterly enamored by him that she'll do morally questionable things for him. (like accidentally starting a gang war so he can prove himself.) and Jason should get to be weird about Steph more! so much of her life mirrors his, so much of his anger is reflected back in her. i want him to try to rip her open and see what's inside just as much as he does Tim. they could match each other's freak so well, while Tim is in the middle just trying to keep his head on straight. Steph and Jason deserve to make each other worse while Tim is desperately trying to pull them from the ledge. it's just. god it's such a good OT3 and it never gets explored for all the fucked up potential it has. stop making Steph the cute comic relief. explore her anger and trauma and let her be just as fucked as Jason is, especially *about* Jason and Tim. bc she would be the real winner in that threesome. stuck between the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other and being the one in between their fights, deciding if she wants to meditate or instigate.

[ladytauria]

i will def do the wip game later this month bc rn my wips look like "essay 1" "essay 2" "essay 3" etc haha BUT!!! i would like to know more about the tenderest of touches break the hardest of hearts pls!! and also maybe the jaytimsteph pls

oof no not the essays xD good luck on them!!

tenderest is a stray!tim au featuring identity porn, angst, and gratuitous amounts of smut haha. the plot is more focused on the emotional core of their relationship than the actual under the red hood au they’re in lmao

tim was stray around the same time jason was robin, and they played a similar cat and mouse game as their mentors… until jason died. tim mourned him deeply and resented batman for taking a new robin, even though he understood why he needed one. still, he can’t bear the thought of another one dying, so he’s a bit protective… esp any time joker is released.

jason sees this as a betrayal—an endorsement of robin. however, he’s less angry at tim than he is at bruce. he doesn’t intend to deal with tim much at all, but tim keeps his eye on all the doings of gotham and he immediately starts investigating red hood.

this leads to jason deciding maybe keeping tim closer is better, especially when tim is on board with his killing the joker. there’s still a lot of fighting between them, though—tim doesn’t approve of some of jason’s methods no matter how necessary jason sees them as

which leads to the opening scene (an early draft so forgive the repetition):

‎

Stray isn’t sure how they got here.

One minute, he and Hood are arguing—fighting—over Hood’s use of excessive force, and the next, Stray’s got him pinned to the ground, all of the fight leaving him as Stray slots their mouths together.

It’s a bad idea.

He knows it’s a bad idea.

Hood’s dangerous. He climbed his way to the top of Gotham’s underworld in the span of just a handful of weeks; establishing himself as a kingpin to rival Black Mask. He’s terrifying in his ruthless efficiency, and if ever decides to turn on Stray—well. Stray doesn’t plan on going down without a fight, but he’s not confident about his chances.

It’s terrifying.

Even more so because, if there’s one thing Stray prides himself on, it’s his network. There’s not a lot going on in Gotham that he doesn’t know about. In information trading, he comes second only to Oracle. But despite his best efforts, Hood remains a mystery. He’s dangerous. Working with him is bad enough. Fucking him, or being fucked by him? Almost certainly a step too far.

Curiosity kills cats, and in this life, satisfaction won’t be enough to bring him back

He can’t bring himself to care. Not with Hood solid and warm beneath him, mouth opening to his tongue. The moan Stray gets is deep and throaty, sending heat straight to his groin.

Stray takes his time, licking into Hood’s mouth like he belongs there; like Hood belongs to him. He tastes the lingering echo of tobacco and smoke; traces of the tea blend Hood favors over coffee. Hood’s hands flex in Stray’s grip. It would take nothing, nothing at all for him to break it—push Stray away, flip their positions, whatever he wants to do. But he doesn’t. He lets Stray hold him down, and that—

It’s heady. It’s power that goes straight to his head—or, maybe just his cock, which strains valiantly against his jockstrap.

He pulls back when his lungs make it clear he needs to breathe, dammit, and settles back into his haunches. He settles his hands on Hood’s chest; clawtips resting lightly on the red bat. Hood’s face is flushed and pink, lips swollen and slick. He’s just as breathless as Stray; and for a moment, they just—sit there. Staring at each other.

With the helmet gone, and only the domino mask in the way, Hood looks—familiar. Stray sees, for a moment, a cheeky smile and wild curls, and aches.

‎

the rest of the fic will follow a similar line, hehe; meeting up for ill-advised kinky sex & blurring the lines between them more and more until it all comes to a head~

‎as for jaytimsteph! this is being written for a prompt from @waffleinator-inator <3 jaytim are in an established relationship, and steph is pining soooo hard.

Steph will always be a little bit in love with Tim Drake.

It’s something she’s come to accept about herself, the same way she accepts that her curls will always have a mind of their own, that her stretch marks are here to stay, and that her left knee will always ache before it rains.

She also knows that it’s best they stay just friends. Not that that’s a hardship, or anything. Tim is a hell of a lot better friend than he was a boyfriend—though in hindsight, Steph can admit she wasn’t a stellar girlfriend either. They were young and dumb—or, well, younger and dumber—and now their history was too fraught to ever think about trying again.

Steph loves being Tim’s bestie, even when that means biting her tongue about his relationships.

Especially with Jason Todd of all people.

Steph can honestly say she never saw that coming.

Like, sure, okay. He’s hot. Steph can admit that, she’s got eyes.

He’s the kind of guy you could actually climb like a tree—tall and broad and thick to boot, with thighs made for biting and pecs Steph is pretty sure would fit nicely in one of her bras. He’s also handsome, in a rugged sort of way, with his twice broken nose and the scar curving up his cheek and his full, kissable lips. His curls always manage to be perfect, too—artfully messy, even when he falls asleep on the couch or takes off that helmet of his.

It’s enviable, really.

Some day she’ll ask him his secret.

But… Steph always kind of saw him as a walking bad idea. The kind of guy baby Steph would have adored, which… Steph loves baby Steph—or she’s trying to—but she had shit taste in men. And Jason, with his leather jackets and guns and daddy issues (and mommy issues too, come to think of it)—

He certainly fit the bill.

Except—

Despite all outward appearances… Jason is a good guy. He’s smart, and funny, and passionate, and kind, and—

Ugh.

Steph kind of hates him a little.

Because, like. Steph can handle thinking about Jason sometimes, in a not-so-friendly, maybe-a-little-bit-sexy way. Tim, too—or even both of them together. Maybe sometimes it gets a little awkward but… Fantasizing is human, and Steph is an adult. She can picture them fucking her and each other six ways to Sunday, doing whatever the raunchiest part of her brain cooks up, and still behave normally around them after.

She’s a grown woman. Her hormones are not the fucking boss of her.

So. Attraction? Handled. Steph has that shit on lock.

What she cannot handle is—

Feelings.

[curious about my wips? send me an ask about one from the list]

[deepwithintheabyss]

librarian/avid reader au with jaytim pretty please? <33

Nov 18 2023

another one of those "hey everything (besides the ending) is written but it's been rotting in my folder" and just needs an edit

Pairing: JayTimSteph Words: 2010 Ask Game

Tim groans when he catches sight of Stephanie entering the library. He watches as she looks around for a second before spotting him and making her way over, grinning like the maniac that she is, on the way.

He's sure that if they weren’t in a library she would have been whooping as well, drawing the attention of half the college just so she could embarrass him.

“So Boy-wonder” comes her greeting as she leans onto him heavily and starts to ruffle his hair. Years of exposure to her behavior keep him from ducking away, he still only barely refrains from rolling his eyes though.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? Just because I skipped one, one grade doesn’t mean I’m some genius.”

Steph pauses her attempt of making an even bigger mess of his hair, to punch him softly into the shoulder, “We both know that’s not true, you’re just too lazy to do all the work and skip some more.”

Tim tries to shrug her off; so he can go back to sorting through the books, but she clings determinedly to him.

“So where is he? Where’s Mr. My Nerd Levels made Tim Drake Geek Extraordinaire fall for me?”

This time Tim does roll his eyes, “Figures that you didn’t come to the library to study or do something more productive.” he mutters. Trying to will down the blush that has risen onto his cheeks at her words.

She squawks in mock-offense, barely keeping the noise below the required level, “Hey! I do study. Just because I don’t spend all my time crunching the stuff in the last few moments because I didn’t pay attention in class,” he ignores her side-eye easily “doesn’t mean I don’t study! You just never notice it because you’re too busy with all your geek stuff.”

He's halfway to thinking that the distraction worked when she narrowed her eyes and jabs him sharply into the chest with a finger, “Hey you don’t wiggle yourself out of this so easily. Now tell me where he is.”

“I haven’t seen him yet” he admits, “He usually arrives before my shift even starts.” 

“Oh what a nerd”

“And I only catch him when the library is about to close in the next half an hour. He likes to read and study till we’re nearly done, but because he always checks out so many books he started to leave a bit earlier as to not hold us up.”

“Was that why you were so late that one time?” she questions. 

Tim shifts, “Well no, we both had lost track of time and thus didn’t notice it was past closing time.” 

Steph looks him with a knowing glint in her eyes, “You were too busy staring weren’t you?”

"You would stare too if you knew how he looked!” Tim tries to defend himself.

“Well then how does he look? You haven’t been telling me anything! Besides sighing dreamily during lunch time and date nights.” 

And- well that's true isn’t it? Tim has been too distracted by his crush to spend time with his girlfriend. He's very lucky that Stephanie is as understanding as she is and didn’t— a soft hit to the head interrupts his thoughts. 

“Stop the worrying and tell me how he looks! We can complain about how horrible you have been neglecting me after I made fun of you.” She demands. 

This is why Tim loves Steph so much, she never pulls her punches and prefers to go into everything head first. Never avoiding the ugly truths of conflict. And while sometimes (like now) it can be very annoying, when she persists on something, clings to it with every fiber of her being, she usually always got what she wants in the end anyways, so it's best to just give up. It was scarily efficient.

Tim also cannot deny that it isn’t hot as fuck. 

“Come on less simping more sharing” Steph reminds him. 

“Uhm well, he’s taller than you not much I think? But at least a little, and he got some faint scars on his face, one on his forehead, made his hair go all white in that place and when he smiles—.”

Steph's face breaks out into a delighted grin. “Oh! I know him he’s in my class his name is uhm-" her brows scrunch up, "Jace Trott or something.”

“Jason Peter Todd” Tim corrects automatically.

“Oh my god” Stephanie looks at him in wide-eyed surprise, “You’re really head over heels if you remember his name.”

This time it's Tim’s turn to squawk “That’s not true!” He tries to deny futilely.

“You didn’t know my name until after I kissed you.”

“I just see his name on the card everytime he goes to check out books.”

“And we had been working on a partner project for around a year now. You called me Spoiler the entire time because I had a patch on my pack.”

“Well how was I supposed to know that wasn’t your name!” He throws his hands up.

“What kind of lunatic names their kid Spoiler??? My name was on the paper, the teacher called us both by name.”

Tim waves around one of the books he's holding, “Well you didn’t know my name either until like 4 months into our partnership.” he complains.

She jabs her elbow into his side, and he's forced to bend over. “Knowing someones name and nickname are two different things!”

“You called me short-stack the entire year.” He gasps out through the pain.

“Well you were short. How should I have known you’d shoot up like a beanpole?”

“Uhm, excuse me” Comes a voice from the side. Both Tim and Stephanie ignore it, too caught up in their squabbling.

“You’re as tall as me” he mutters, using his hand to show their size for emphasis, drawing a straight line across their heads.

Steph smirks, “Just because I’m tall doesn't mean you should be too. How am I supposed to stuff you into a locker now.”

She reaches out in an attempt to ruffle his hair again, or maybe shove Tim down, to show him how short he should be. He doesn't know because he ducks to the side and pulls her hoodie over her face. Trying to gain some distance between them during the time where she's struggling to uncover her eyes so she can't get her revenge (that easily at least).

“Hey!” someone snaps, and Steph and Tim freeze in their wrestling.

“Could I please have that book you’re holding?” the voice is much more polite this time. Tim feels his insides grow cold as he recognizes it.

He looks over slowly and yep—

That’s Jason Peter Todd in all his sweater and glass glory. Somehow giving of the vibe of every young english teacher ever. Tim's mouth opens and closes without any words leaving and his hand only tightens around the book.

Steph like always, comes to his rescue in a way that makes him wish she just left him to die “I don’t know hot stuff,” she purrs in her most fake flirty voice, leering blatantly as she gives him a once over.

Jason visibly flounders at that, clearly caught off guard by Steph's sudden switch from toddler to twenty year old hot lady. She jabs an elbow into his side again like she could hear what he was thinking. Leaving Tim to rub the area as he scowls at the side of her head.

“Maybe if we get your number out of it.” she blinks up innocently at Jason. 

(Tim feels vindicated in guessing Jason would be just a little bit taller than her.) 

Jason frowns “Look, I don’t know what jealousy game you’re trying to play here” Tim’s stomach drops, oh no Steph is going to ruin it. ”But I’m not going to give you my number so you can wave it in your boyfriends face over there. If you got some kind of relationship problem you should talk it out and not involve innocent bystanders.” 

As Jason speaks he crosses his arms, but it just draws attention to the way his sweater is straining over his pecs and no, Tim does not have a tit kink thank you very much Steph. He knows Steph is thinking the same anyways by how she’s suddenly clutching his hand. 

“Now can I get the book?”

Tim makes some kind of startled sound when Jason's eyes land on him, and oh he had already known that the guy had pretty eyes but usually Jason was looking at the books he was checking out and not at Tim. Seeing that intense focus suddenly on him makes Tim’s brain all blank “uhm” he tries, but he doesn’t really know anymore what Jason wants from him. 

Steph snickers at his side and he holds back from hitting her because he’s a good boyfriend who doesn’t hit his girlfriend for laughing at him even when he could.

Jason blinks back “Are you serious?” he ask incredulous, “the book, that are you holding. Can I have that?” he says the last part very slow and forcefully, Tim kind of wants to bristle at him. 

Instead he decides to be reasonable and hand it over, but before Jason can grab it Steph snaps it out of his hands. 

“A book for a number” she repeats, “And we totally don’t have relationship problems.”

“You were squabbling like little kids”

“That’s how I show love!” 

Jason's eyebrows draw up in disbelief and all Tim could do was wonder if he plucked them, no man should have that perfect eyebrows. “Why would you want my number anyways?” Jason asks.

Steph grins at him, flickering her eyes up and down, stopping pointedly to stare at his chest and thighs. It's fascinating to watch someone else be subjected to her predatory stare and be affected by it. Tim kinda (totally) wants to explore how far down that flush spreads. (If it darkened the skin of his pecs too)

“I’d say you’re quite a catch hot stuff.” Her leer this time is something copied straight out of a cheap porno, Tim would be impressed, if he didn't feel like the ground should open and swallow him whole. 

It’s as if their many years together have totally destroyed all of Steph's abilities at flirting. 

Though… considering how their relationship started, maybe she had always been as hopeless as him, and he just had never seen it. Too awstruck by her personality and confidence to realize that she was improvising and fumbling as much as him.

Jason's gaze flicker over to Tim again, eyeing him warily.

"And you?" he asks, "are you also on board with this?" he gestures weakly into Steph's direction.

"Oh he's more than on board." Steph answers for Tim, throwing her elbow over his shoulder and forcing him to bend over slightly. "In fact he's-"

This time it's his turn to elbow her sharply, though she seems to have been expecting it and dances out of the way with a laugh.

He rights himself, straightening his t-shirt unnecessary so he has something to do with his hands that isn't fluttering them around nervously.

"I-" he starts, trying to find the right words. Jason is watching him, waiting for an answer, Tim doesn't feel like he's imagining the hopeful look in Jason's eyes.

"Yes." he says finally.

Jason hums, flickering his gaze between them, and Tim is confident he's checking them both out.

Before he reaches for the pen and papers they keep at the checkout. He quickly scrawls something onto it, before sliding it back over and Tim can make out that it's a number. He quickly snatches it up and stuffs it into his own pocket so Steph doesn't get any ideas.

Steph crows in delight besides him, bouncing over to hand Jason his book.

He smirks at her, "I'll be expecting a message from you both after closing." he says, turning around and leaving in the direction of his table again.

[n1ightw1ng]

“do any of the clothes you’re wearing belong to you?!” // if you’re wanting prompts i would love to see this with jaytimsteph? or timstephcass 💖

hey hey 😘 here's some fluffy timstephcass for ya ❤️

For the life of him, he could not find his favorite hoodie. Tim had searched every drawer, closet, nook and cranny in three safe houses–the Nest included–and the damn thing was nowhere to be found. He'd had it for years; he had picked it up at a music festival he'd visited with the rest of Young Justice (before a villain crashed it). It was two sizes too big at the time, so it still fit, and the GOO FIGHTERS graphic had cracked and faded.

But it was gone. And Tim was this close to a meltdown only his comfort hoodie could cure.

It wasn’t that he never let anyone borrow his clothes. He didn’t like to, but when all kinds of kid vigilantes were in and out of your room and sometimes covered in various fluids (human or alien), they borrowed your clothes. Kon had worn it before he died, and then Tim had worn it, unwashed, for long after it stopped smelling like his cologne and simply stunk. That was a while ago, though. Things were better now. And he liked his showers frequent and his laundry crisp.

Before he'd passed out after last night's patrol, Steph invited him to a late brunch at the local Gotham chain diner Grindstone’s. The Hill location was fairly close to the apartment she shared with Cass, enough so that the rotating cast of teenage servers knew all of their names. Tim was a less frequent visitor, strict as his diet was, but he suspected the staff gossiped about the guy with two girlfriends, or the girlfriends who sometimes brought their boyfriend, or whatever. It was also possible that they simply knew who Tim Drake was.

When he reached the diner, the girls were already there. They dragged him into their side of the booth and smoothed the paper place mats all together. Someone had procured a box of crayons and the beginnings of a very purple and yellow doodle of both Batgirls covered half the local ads. Steph squeezed him under her arm in a headlock because he wasn't going to order fries to share (and Grindstone's had the best cornmeal-coated fries in town), and he found himself face-to-face with the very familiar fabric of Cass's sweatshirt.

How had he missed it?

“That's mine,” he choked out, launching at her across Steph's lap the moment he was out of the headlock. “Where did you get that?!”

Cass blinked at him, a smug little twist to her lips. “You left it.”

No, he distinctly remembered folding it and placing it in his Favored Location in his closet beneath the theater–Oh. Oh, no. He'd worn it to movie night two weeks ago. And then the three of them had gotten a little…distracted, and he'd gone home the next morning in something else. Steph's oversized denim trucker jacket, with the huge pockets, he thought. He'd forgotten all about the hoodie.

“I need it back,” he sniffed. Steph elbowed him in the side. Their server was balancing five plates in her arms and didn't look prepared to handle whatever they were doing. Once he sat up, she spread out their dishes as best she could with the three of them on the same side of the table. Steph had gotten chocolate chip pancakes, Cass had ordered a cheesy omelet and a plate of corned beef hash, and Tim had gotten his favorites: strawberry-stuffed French toast and the fries he'd been threatened bodily harm over. Shortly after, she returned with a strawberry shake (Steph), an iced hot chocolate with whipped cream and shaved chocolate (Cass), and a frothy cappuccino with pistachio syrup (him). “I've been looking for that for days,” he said, because he wasn't going to let it go.

“Shut up and eat your berries,” Steph said, and cuffed his ear. She scooped some whipped cream off of Cass's drink. Cass simply took a bite of her omelet.

He leaned into Steph, giving Cass his best puppy eyes over her shoulder. “You don't understand,” he whined, “I need it for my health.”

“Bathroom,” Cass said, still with that twinkle in her eye, as she forced them to file out of the booth. When she stood, he noticed the odd fit of her jeans: they were narrowest at the top and too wide for her hips. They were shaped like Stephanie.

He pointed incredulously. “Do any of the clothes you're wearing belong to you?!”

Cass looked over her shoulder and smirked. “Underwear.” That shut him up. He flopped back in the booth to pick at his food. Steph relayed an engrossing story about her feral poetry professor, and then abruptly stopped. She tapped his shoulder frantically.

“Tim. Ohmigod.”

In front of their table, Cass was standing with the hoodie looped over one arm, but that wasn't the interesting part. She was wearing…well, underwear, he supposed, if one was the conservative sort. It was one of those bodysuits Steph had DM'd him, but he could never parse out if it was a hint for the next gift-giving occasion or if she just wanted to show him hot women in goth lingerie. The bodysuit itself was mostly translucent black, with twisting snakes slithering around the waist and breasts. Cass's stomach was almost bare under the fabric, but an ornate diamond shape clung above her belly button. She was wearing pasties. Tim could feel something very embarrassing happening to him under the table.

“Oh my God, you sexy creature!” Steph squealed. She very openly felt up Cass's waist and twirled around her to appreciate a 360 of the bodysuit (or, Tim thought painfully, what parts of it were visible above her jeans). “Tim! Say something!”

His throat felt dry. This was his punishment from God for asking Cass to take off a hoodie he could mostly live without. “I'm dying,” he said, “you're killing me. You're too beautiful.” It was very possible he would die in this diner crushed between Cass's femme fatale bodice and Steph's ample chest. There were certainly worse ways to go.

Nevertheless, as soon as he had his hoodie back, he threw it over his head and melted into the thick fabric. This time it was scented with Cass and the shampoo she shared with Steph.

Oh. Oh, this brunch was going to be torture.

[searchforahero]

obvs my otps are jaytim and dicktim

and my notps,,, ,,,,,, ,, timcass LMAO i have no real reason either, i simply dont vibe with it

and one more notp-- jaysteph ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (ive even read jaytimsteph stuff!! and those were fine i guess, but eh) i wish i knew what it was about it that makes me dislike it but ???? it is a mystery!!

it actually kind of bothers me that i dont like jaysteph?? objectively i see the appeal and i rly love both of them individually, so what is it about them together that bothers me???? idk rip

-mel 💜

..... looking at this makes it look like i just have a beef with het ships which is simply untrue lmao

Hi Melody!! :D

AUGH DickTim <3 the OTP of OTPs for me TBH... theyre so. <3333 and JayTim!!! I love them so dearly, JayTim was actually my first Robin ship. I was big into BatJokes when I first got into DC and that was pretty much my main thing I mostly only read comics with the Joker in them, but then I started getting into more broad stuff and reading stuff with Jason and Tim in it (Battle for the Cowl/Search for a Hero was one of the first comics I read outside of a random handful of stuff with the Joker in it LOL) and that's what got me super into the Robins and other Batman heroes.

I am. Very neutral on TimCass, I really like their flirtier interactions from before DC decided to make them more familial, but I would generally say that outside of that I prefer them as platonic... IDK I get that though. Sometimes you just do not like a ship. ALSO JaySteph!!! I am. Again. Extremely extremely neutral on JaySteph. I think I would like JaySteph more if Jason was a woman. Which is weird because I have a lot of het ships I adore. Also, I feel exactly the same way about JayDick. I can see why I would like them, I want to like them, they should in theory speak to me. But. I just... Nope. Maybe one day they will click for us and we'll be able to enjoy these ships in peace.

LOL that was my first thought when I saw this I was like damn you're not enjoying the het ships today huh. But tbf sometimes it just happens this way. I have some fandoms where all of my ships are F/F or M/M or M/F and I can't stand a lot of the ships of another category for whatever reason lol

[this-was-a-terrible-idea]

A3, W2, and W3 for the ask game? Happy New Year <3 🎆

@jpeg-dot-jpeg jpeg my beloved, happy new year!! thank you for asking!!! tagging @ladytauria again, for W3 <3 ily tauria!!

A3. Which of your posted fics do you wish had more comments for you to engage with?

ahahaha ok so. uh. confession time: i dont usually respond to comments. the thought of keeping up with comment responding stresses me out so much that i decided i just. wont. and i do feel a bit guilty about that but please know that i treasure each and every comment i get <3

W2. Tell me about a fic you hope to post in 2025.

staring so intently at the jaysteph heatwave wip. it WILL get published this year. it will...

W3. Is there a ship you haven’t written before but want to try in 2025?

oooh great question!! i am one good idea away from starting a doc for anything, but i think i want to write something for dicktim or jaytimsteph this year maybe. we shall see. or, if we are talking about a pairing that i havent posted yet, im hoping to post either my bruce/selina/tim wip or my timkon wip this year as well. preferably both but. yknow

send me writing ask game questions!!!

[cheetahleopard]

A, T, & X for the fandom alphabet asks, please? 💞

Thank you as always for the ask!!! <3 I'm going to act like DC is the only fandom I'm in for this ask for the sake of brevity

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Jaytim! Jaytimkon! Jaykon! Jaytimsteph! Jaytimkonsteph!

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

I don't like the wording of this because I don't think headcanons are for "defending" I think everyone has different thoughts and like don't like don't read

transmasc speedran-transition-via-the-pit!Jason ofc (fun fact! My autofill on my phone will suggest speedran-transition-via-the-pit as a word)

And okay listen Tim has very masculine energy to me I don't vibe with other gender things for him (Like respect but not my scene), and my general thing is Jason has the most delectable cunt and Tim's hung like a horse

Jason has his autopsy scar

I'll probably think of more as soon as I hit "post" but those are my big ones

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Soulmates! Wingfic! Modern magic!

[littlemourningstarr]

Stephanie was over Tim's inability to act on his obvious attraction to Jason. Asking Jason for a threesome seemed like the most obvious way to remedy the situation- but neither she, Tim, or Jason, expected the act to be as eye opening as it was.

[stele3]

hey are you gonna continue the jaytimsteph thread you made where they match on grindr or nah? because that shit was heat

You know what, anon? Just for you, I’m gonna combine two Tumblr fics. The Grindr and the Steph-flirts-with-Jason universes have merged.

(This part isn’t near as goofy and lighthearted as those two parts.)

Stephanie’s actually faster on a wire than Batman, a point of some pride to her, but she’s not faster than Tim. He slings through an upper-floor window of the three-story townhouse, disappearing from sight.

“Slow down,” B tells her, and Stephanie listens for once. That was the agreement: he’d help if they did things his way. Always, always, it has to be his way, but just this once Stephanie listens, even though her heart is in her throat.

Robin’s scan of the house comes back. Two people, downstairs. Heartbeats steady, rate indicates that they’re both seated. Voices. One breathing rate indicates distress.

That’s about as much as Stephanie can take. She breaks for the door, evading the clamp of Batman’s hand on her shoulder.

Wood splinters under her feet. She lands in a hallway. To the left and right are open passageways, but there’s only light coming from the left, along with a flurry of body movements.

“Stephanie?” Mom’s voice calls, then higher and frantic, “Wait! Wait, don’t, calm down! Stephanie?”

“Yeah?” Steph calls back, wary. That command wasn’t directed at her; she knows her mom’s voice to be real sure.

“I’m okay,” Mom says. “He hasn’t hurt me. This is all a big misunderstanding, okay?”

Rising, Stephanie moves soundlessly to put her shoulder against the edge of the left open doorway then tips just enough to put one eye around the corner. The room ahead of her is a kitchen and small dining room area: the house is one of those nice little mid-century places with the curved doorways and the countertops separating the kitchen and the dining room, where you can put food. Mom’s standing near that little countertop, facing Stephanie, with a chair behind her like she’s just stood up. Her right arm hangs at her side and her left sticks out straight. A pair of handcuffs affix her left arm to a clamp, which in turn is affixed to the lip of the countertop.

She doesn’t see anyone else in the room.

“Hey, Mom,” Stephanie greets.

“Hey, honey.” Mom’s eyes dart briefly to the right, then back. Christ, he’s. Okay, he must be right on the other side of the doorway from Stephanie, just inches away with nothing but drywall between them. “Don’t, he really hasn’t hurt me, sweetie, I’m not lying. He thought I was dealing drugs but I’m not.”

“Why’d he think that?” Mom’s face is calm. Two voices, one breathing in distress.

“Someone stole my DEA number and they’ve been using it to order large amounts of OxyContin and dealing it to, to someone whose name I didn’t recognize. It had to have been someone at work, so he and I have been going over the list of suspects.”

“Okay.” Stephanie fingers the stun-flash in her pocket. She could bounce it off the kitchen table if she had to. Hell, she could bounce it off her mom. “So why’re you still handcuffed to a counter?”

Mom’s eyes go to the right, again, and stay there. “I think he’s scared that you didn’t come alone. It’s…it’s fine if you didn’t, I’d understand, but you.”

She stops. For a few moments there’s just the distant sounds of the city through the shattered door behind Stephanie. She can’t hear anything else in the house. Robin, Tim, has probably moved to the top of the stairs; Stephanie can just see the first few steps out of the corner of her eye.

“Is he here?” Mom asks, drawing Stephanie’s attention back to her. Something’s changed; her tone is different. “Is Batman here?”

Stephanie hesitates. Mom doesn’t look scared, though, she looks…angry. Focused. “Yeah.”

Mom sucks in a breath. Even across the room, Stephanie can hear it whistle through Mom’s teeth. “Is he, can he hear me right now? Tell him — tell him that he’s better pray I never find out his name. I’m a mandatory fucking reporter, do you hear me?”

Her voice rises to a shout and she goes to the very end of the handcuffs, her arm extended behind her and her eyes wild.

“Do you think,” Mom shouts to the ceiling, to the sky, “that I don’t know what it looks like when a teenager puts on a mask because it’s the only way they can hide their pain?! Do you think I don’t recognize a child who fears their father?! You better pray I never fucking find out who you are, you worthless ��� no, no, don’t— !”

She jerks sharply to the side, snapping to the end of the handcuff in an entirely different direction. There’s the sound of breaking glass and Stephanie bolts into the room, catching Mom as she loses her balance and falls onto one hip.

“Fuck!” Mom yells. Her wrist is bloody. She doesn’t even seem to notice.

Across the room, a window is shattered. No glass lies on the floor.

[reah22]

In a post-apocalyptic world, society has crumbled. People have been reduced to banding together in small groups, or Packs, for the best chance of survival.

Almost none of that is really plot relevant though. Jason finds himself responsible for two kids while trying to not get eaten alive by zombies. Stephanie keeps her daughter, and her and Tim have a hell of a time raising a small, extremely opinionated person.

Then disaster strikes the Wayne Pack, scattering them with little hope of communication. While trying to find their way back to their family, Tim and Stephanie come across an omega with two pups trying to make it on their own. Will they be able to find their Pack again?

[necrotic-nephilim]

Please infodump about the JayTimSteph Grotesquerie AU WIP if possible.

OF COURSE i've been thinking about it since i saw the trailer and now it's a little brainworm. (disclaimer i've not watched the first two episodes yet, this is like. solely on the vibes of the trailer. some details might change once i. watch the show depending on if i follow it or just go with the vibes the trailer gave me. which also means there will be no spoilers for the show if you care about that.)

the current idea involves Detective!Tim, Nun!Steph, and Priest!Jason. the vague idea for the plot so far is that a serial killer leaves a *very* artful display of a crime scene inside of the church that Jason and Steph operate out of. Tim is assigned as the leading detective on the case and ends up in a relationship with the both of them as he spirals in madness trying to catch the killer.

for Steph, i want to explore the idea of her father, Cluemaster, being a *very* prolific and artful serial killer who's whole gimmick was sending clues to the police until he was caught when Steph was still a child, and her and her mother were forced to go into witness protection for their own safety, which led her down the path of becoming a nun. it was a defining childhood moment for her to walk in on one of her father's crimes, so when she's the one who finds the crime scene in the church, it *immediately* sends her back to her childhood and she's caught between PTSD-fueled horror and a sick, enticing fascination. she wanted to become a journalist before going into WITSEC but that career was basically all but ruined for her. now she runs the small newspaper for the church and is desperate to write on the first "real" story she's ever had, dragging her into an intense obsession over the crime and trying to prove she can solve it.

for Jason, i want to deal with his history as Bruce. the current idea is that Bruce is Tim's police chief who adopted Jason and Dick from a young-ish age and raised them to be detectives, taking them to crime scenes as teenagers and teaching them the ins and outs of how criminals think. it leads to Dick becoming a detective, but when taking them to crime scenes led to Jason being kidnapped and brutally tortured by "Jack Napier", almost dying. Dick kills Napier to save Jason and it fractures their little family so badly that Dick switches departments to another city and Jason runs away at 17, eventually happening upon joining the clergy. he's the new, young priest in the church who's known for being very pretty but very emotionally distant even if he's nice enough. and he's *pissed* that Bruce is in his church investigating a murder and that no matter where Jason goes, he can't seem to get away from the horrors.

and for Tim, he's the young new detective in his department who is *entirely* unaware that he's been taken under Bruce's wing bc Bruce is treating him as a surrogate replacement for Dick and Jason. haven't fully decided his backstory yet, but it'll likely be similar to canon with losing his mother and father. i kind of want him to be lost and lacking a sense of direction. very gifted in noticing patterns and detective work, but it's clear he doesn't *really* want this job. and when he's assigned as the lead on a case that feels *way* too big for his experience bc Bruce is showing clear favoritism, he's forced to go to Steph for help, which leads to Jason ending up wrapped up with them too.

despite how heavy the plot *sounds*, i honestly want this fic to be like. 40% porn. like the show i want to explore a lot of fucked up sexual interests in Jason who's punishing himself for it, Steph being too interested in things for her own good and desperate for a taste of what "real life" feels like, and Tim just being incredibly repressed. like i want the line between horror and erotic to feel like a jumprope. lots of fucked up sex balanced with like. them actually trying to catch the killer. and then of course the emotional aspect of how Jason's baggage with Bruce works into all of it. also want Tim to have a mild hero worship for "the great Detective Dick Grayson" while being clueless that he's Bruce's son and Jason's brother. i sort of want it to be Steph-centric, but still have POVs from Tim and Jason just to round out their emotional arcs. i haven't fully decided everyone else who'll be in the fic but i know i want Cass to be a fellow nun and friend of Steph's, Babs to also work at the church, Helena to be Tim's favorite coworker, and possibly for Damian to be around somehow. those roles will probably get more fleshed out when i. watch the damn show tho.

anyway TLDR: religious imagery, body horror, kinky sex, and a mystery that might break everyone psychologically once they get to the bottom of it. i have some very specific scenes and dialogue planned out. probably cannibalism as a metaphor for love thrown in there too. idk i just want these three to be as fucked up as possible and unhinged about each other but fighting their repressed side with their unhinged feral side. and since it doesn't exist by god I'll create it.

[ladytauria]

Omg your WIPS are so intriguing--are queries limited to one?? If it's one I would love to hear about dicktim (which autocorrect wants to turn into suck Tim) sex ed. And if it's not I also wanna know all about JayTimSteph falling in love!!

no not limited to one at all!

so the dicktim one was supposed to be done in time for dicktim week for the prompt “hands on sex ed” but… that didn’t end up happening, lmao. it’s aob, with alpha!tim & omega!dick~ dick invites tim over, but oh no, he’s out of suppressants and his heat is coming… won’t tim be a good alpha and stay with him? he promises he’ll teach him allllll about how to be a good alpha & please his partners~

Dick is a bad person.

He’s spent a long time trying to deny it, to believe it when his friends tell him he’s being too hard on himself, holding himself to ridiculous standards.

Those denials might work when he’s beating himself up after being stretched thin across cases and civilian obligations. They fall flat in the face of the low, insistent pull of preheat building in his core.

A preheat that should have been prevented by his suppressants.

The pharmacy auto-prompter had texted to remind him to pick up his refills three times before finally leaving him be. That had been a little over a month ago.

If anyone asks, Dick is still going to tell people he forgot.

Buying condoms on his last grocery run was just a coincidence.

Inviting Tim over shortly after he started to feel the tell-tale cramps in his gut and thighs was another one.

He’s pretty sure people will believe him. Dick will be the only one who knows the truth.

He’s gotten accustomed to living with guilt over the years. He thinks he can handle this too.

Tim shows up five minutes early. He lets himself in through the front door. The lack of traps has his brow furrowing adorably before Dick slots himself into Tim’s space.

“Hey there, baby bird,” he greets, a touch softer than usual. He doesn’t need to tip Tim’s face up. By now, the baby alpha knows exactly what Dick wants, face flushed pink in anticipation.

Dick nuzzles him, rubbing the tips of their noses together before nosing against his cheek. Tim smells good. The milky scent of puphood has almost faded entirely, drowned out by a warm, nutty scent. Dick’s mouth waters. He wants to chase it to its source—tease out more of it, and the hint of alpha musk underneath.

It’s harder to pull away than normal. Dick does it anyway, ignoring the way his belly cramps.

Usually, this is when Tim ducks away, adorably pink cheeked as he excuses himself to put away his things or whatever other task he can cook up for himself in the moment.

Not today.

Today, Tim’s lashes flutter. He looks—almost dazed, the blue of his eyes hazy. His flush darkens… and then he drops his bag as he steps into Dick’s space.

They’re so close they’re almost touching. Dick can feel the warmth radiating off of Tim. He swallows, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He thinks Tim watches it—thinks his gaze lingers on his lips, but he can’t be sure.

It might just be a desperate, foolish hope.

Tim scents him. Dick hardly dares to breathe. His pulse quickens. He can feel it—can feel the flush in his skin grow warmer, the ache in his groin grow more pronounced.

It’s not like the scentings he gets from Bruce, or his team, or Babs. Tim is thorough about it. Deliberate. He lingers, until Dick is coated in his scent.

It feels wonderfully possessive—like Tim wants to leave no room for doubt as to who Dick belongs to.

More wishful thinking.

More likely it’s the mark of an inexperienced alpha. Tim is a pup still—much more likely to be scented than to do any scenting of his own.

Still.

Dick clings to the fantasy. If all goes well, after all, it might just become reality.

and jaytimsteph i shared a little bit about here! but have another snippet bc i really love this wip, haha. writing steph’s pov is sooo fun!

Jason’s apartment is one of Steph’s favorite places to be. It’s open and spacious without feeling empty; well-decorated without feeling cluttered. Comfy-but-mismatched furniture and books tucked into every out-of-the-way space. Large windows letting in lots of natural light, exposed brick walls, hardwood floors. Swords and knives on the wall; healthy, vibrant plants on every surface; mementos from various countries on shelves.

And it was clean. Steph was pretty sure he dusted. (Which. Steph couldn’t think about that too long without picturing maid uniforms, and honestly. What was it about these two that turned her into a horny teenage boy? Ridiculous.)

Steph shows up at six with the brownies tucked under her arm. Jason welcomes her in with a smile, looking unfairly handsome in an old, faded tee and sweats. His socks have cats on them; grey ones, wearing chunky black glasses.

“Is that my shirt?” he asks as she steps in.

Steph pauses, looking down. Sure enough, the flannel she’d thrown on over her lounge clothes is Jason’s.

“Oh. Oops.”

She doesn’t even remember borrowing it.

Or who she borrowed it from—it’s equally as likely that she could have gotten it from Tim or even Cass. The three of them basically share a closet, which is also full of pilfered items.

Jason snorts. “It’s fine. It looks good on you.” His eyes sweep over her, but don’t linger—no matter how much Steph wishes they would.

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