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I want a fic where none of the JL believes that the batkids aren’t Batman’s biological children. There’s no way they can all be as creepy and broody and serious as him without being his offspring. It’s not possible.

And a select few being super adamant about it is how Batman finds out his kids are actually, in fact, his biological kids.

This leads to a full on, all out fight on the Watchtower. Every single batkid is shouting, arguing, yelling, screaming at Batman. Because it’s not true. It can’t be true. How the fuck did Batman not know this before the JL? Why are they finding out from a shitty presentation given by HAL JORDAN of all people?

It ends with Batman sprawled out in a chair, slumped so far down that his back is on the seat of the chair, his neck bent at a funny angle against the backrest, and he’s groaning.

“I regret being such a whore in my youth,” is all they can get out of him.

Tim, Jason, and Damian are all pretty easy to figure out how they’re his kids. He already knew about Damian of course, and Tim and Jason’s moms were both from Gotham it made sense.

It’s Dick who’s fully having a meltdown.

“WHEN DID YOU SLEEP WITH MY MOM? HOW DID YOU KNOW MY MOM? DID YOU MAKE HER CHEAT ON MY DAD? WHAT HAPPENED TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK?”

Bruce, whose head is spinning, vaguely remembers a very tipsy night he spent with a beautiful French acrobat. They’d both been 16, it was the summer. She said she was about to run away and join a different circus, she’d been perfecting her routines with the circus she was in with her parents, but they were stifling her creativity. This was her last night in Paris, and she wanted to spend it with the cute American boy who was there on vacation.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MOM?”

“I bought her fancy champagne and clapped when she showed me how bendy she was,” he groans.

Dick has a visceral, disgusted reaction. He flings himself back, Jason has to hold him up so he doesn’t fall, and then he launches himself back at Bruce to damn near strangle him.

“DON’T TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT!”

This is the worst day of Bruce’s life. Coincidentally, it’s the best day of Hal’s. He and Barry are eating popcorn.

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I can't believe batman and superman saved me from artblock

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Kon: So you know how we were kissing in the park yesterday?

Tim: How could I forgot?

Kon: Yeah. So like, did you tell your family that you're dating me and Bernard?

Tim: Why would I do that, I like it when they're not privy to my love life.

Kon: Right, right. Anyway, Steph thinks you're cheating on Bernard with me. I can hear her ranting about it right now.

Tim: She's projecting because she cheated on her ex with me.

Kon: Hm. Well the rest of your family, sans Cass, seems pretty up in arms about it too.

Tim: Dick is also projecting. The rest of them, I don't care, I think it's funny when they're confused.

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'That wasn't there before'

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NEXT MOVIE PLS 🙏🙏

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NEXT MOVIE PLS 🙏🙏

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to get revenge on Tim for being a little stalker back during his Robin days, Jason just decides to stalk Red Robin. the problem is that Tim realises Red Hood is stalking him and just goes ‘ok that’s fair’ and instead of getting annoyed about it he starts treating Jason like his own personal twitch chat.

Jason: *hacking into Tim’s apartment’s security cameras*

Tim, trying to cook in his kitchen: -so what do we think, chat? is this good or should i add more salt? and what should i make for dessert, any requests?

Jason:

Jason, seeing the rest of the apartment completely empty:

Jason: we really need to give him an MRI scan.

after a while Jason just starts going along with it and it becomes less of a revenge attempt and more of a keeping-an-eye-on-my-little-brother attempt, because it’s literally the only form of surveillance on Tim from the batfamily that Tim doesn’t immediately find and destroy.

Tim will be out on patrol with no coms connected, completely alone, and he’ll still pause outside a sting job and talk to nobody just like ‘chat do you think i should go in?’ and after a moment his phone will ping and it will be Jason who as far as he knows is in fuckin italy or something on a job, just ‘do it and i’ll donate 10 dollars’ and Tim will just be like ‘bet’ and it’s completely normal for them.

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Tim being Damian's favorite brother is EVERYTHING to me. Like, after everything happens, with the time stream incident and all, Tim just becomes Damian's favorite brother. (Though he would never actually admit it!)

Tim, of course, is oblivious to this fact. He's positive that either Dick or Jason hold this title, because why wouldn't they? Besides, Damian has made it extremely clear that he's hated Tim from the very start.

WRONG. Tim is the older brother that Damian tries to follow everytime he does something. Tim is the older brother Damian goes to so he could show off a stray animal he randomly picked up.

Damian just stands in front of Tim, holding whatever animal he found, and he just says "This is Bartholomew." And Tim just stares, nodding slowly because he's SO confused.

Tim is ignoring snarky comments from another socialite who subtly hints that Tim must be stupid or something because he dropped out from highschool, and Damian is just glaring heatedly at whoever they are and just says, "It is obvious that he dropped out because he was too intelligent for the entire school. Of course you wouldn't know, though."

Tim is talking about taking over the world because he's only a little sleepy? Damian agrees and gives him ideas, already planning the first step. Tim wants his comfort food/drinks after a long day? Damian is the first one to be beside Alfred, wanting to memorize exactly what Tim likes when he's tired.

Is this accurate to how they are in the comics? No. But DC is my playground, and I'm in a fanon mood. ^-^

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Superman 2025 was fantastic. I enjoyed literally every moment of it. Have some Robins instead.

Once again, I could not resist the calls of sibling dynamics

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Mu Qing Time Travel AU (ramblings)

Timeline 1:

FengQing with a deep understanding of each other, capable of recognizing the other by their shadow.

Always missing Xie Lian and unable to see eye to eye with the Crown Prince.

Timeline 1.5

Mulian centric, but with heavy FengLian understanding, and XianLe Trio endgame.

Hong'er appreciative as the poor boy deserves better and by the Heavens I'm going to give him the nice childhood he deserves!

Timeline 2:

Established FengQing & Hualian. But actually HuaQing centric as they are the ones that need to get their shit together so we can have our happy ending.

...

The universe: You must learn to understand your loved ones if you wish to be happy!

Mu Qing: The Fuck. Why is Crimson Rain included in this?!

Hua Cheng: (...)

Xie Lian: Sang Lang deserves all the love!

Feng Xing (resigned): Unfortunately, he is part of the deal.

...

XianLe Trio as soulmates as a treat to me and Pei Ming who considers them fascinating to watch. Like a drama.

...

HuaQing who are too alike.

Mu Qing who hates Hua Cheng but has no other choice than to rely on him because Jun Wu fucking remembers (like they do) and they need to get Xie Lian back asap!

Poor Feng Xing trapped between his Zhiji and Crimson Rain, loving Mu Qing and being regretfully fond of Hua Cheng as the bastard helped him with keeping Xie Lian afloat after Mu Qing's death.

Hua Cheng who hates the General but also has these memories of another life and can't help but respect him a little. And worry a lot, because let's be honest, Mu Qing is not doing great (mentally speaking) right now and his newly found suicidal tendencies are a bad combination.

And he doesn't want a repeat of timeline 1's tragic end, thank you very much.

Not when he can see a future where His Highness gets all he wants. A future where Xie Lian is always happy.

...

Hua Cheng who remembers Mu Qing teaching him how to fight, that remembers Mama's warm fingers combing his hair, who appreciates the childhood he got to experience under the wrath's protection and remembers Xie Lian asking Mu Qing if he would be offended if Xie Lian took Hong'er as a junior deputy in the future and who knows Mu Qing's answer by heart.

Hua Cheng who knew Mu Qing resented him but allowed his presence either way, because the General was kind. Because everything he thought about the man was wrong and it burned.

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I find myself drawing summer-like doodle because it's been so hot lately

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Harry and his one-track mind...

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Some doodles I made past few days

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I need me a Tim who, when confronted by Jason at the titans tower, is, though still having his attitude™️, so completely willing to give back robin.

I need me a Tim that is like “oh, it’s Jason, he’s the red hood… kinda sucks I don’t get to be robin anymore but everyone will be so happy.”

I need a Tim who loves being Robin, who loves being in the manor, even though he knows he isn’t really family.

Give me a Tim who remembers how Batman was before and how much he loves his children, and that’s all it takes to remind himself that he was never included in that category; that he was just a temporary fix, a tool to keep Batman away from the edge.

Give me a Tim that used to watch Bruce, both as a Wayne, and as Batman, so he when he became Robin, he had hoped, just for a minute, that this meant he could have a family, a parent who paid attention to him. But it was only for a minute, and he knew better anyway.

Give me a Tim who has known, has been so intrinsically aware, that he was a replacement.

A Tim that was ok with that because it meant he was useful.

So much so that when Jason first revealed himself, he was a little relieved. And then guilty because he shouldn’t feel like that, he loved being Robin… he was just kind of sick of being “Tim”

Tim- a soldier, a babysitter to a grown man, someone put in charge of making sure that grown man didn’t kill himself or others.

Tim- a tool to fight with and to use before sending back, back to an empty house and cold rooms.

Tim- who was so desperate to help the family that he had been previously living vicariously through, that even while being beat up, was happy that Jason was back.

Because that meant they could be happy again, sure, Jason was the red hood, he broke Batman’s number one rule, but it’s Jason, and Bruce missed him so much, had grieved him so hard, surely he would be forgiven?

Well probably, hopefully. Batman still hadn’t forgiven Tim for almost killing captain boomerang. But this was Jason, his actual son, this was the boy who’s named he whispered on especially bad days.

Tim was happy about this, he really was.

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. . . Tim Drake having health issues incorrect quotes because f#-$ this fandom, I love Tim Drake and anyone who hates him hates me >:/

This... This turned out a lot angst-er than what I meant. It was supposed to be funny :/

I think I made it depressing???

(This actually happened to me five minutes ago and inspired me to write this.)

Bernard, talking about some conspiracy while lying beside Tim:

Tim, scrolling on his phone, abruptly stopping to gasp for air and slowly lie himself down:

Bernard: Tim?? Tim are you okay?

Tim, waving him off as he holds his arms above his head and slowly takes deep breathes:

Bernard: Tim!?

Tim, exhaling deeply: One sec. Sorry. My lungs aren't getting oxygen or something.

Bernard: ???

Tim, after ten minutes, slowly sits up and takes slow sips of water while still visibly out of breath: Okay. Good now. Continue.

Bernard: ?!?!?

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Tim, mid swing, losing his of his grapple and falling: FU—

Jason: Uh, I think Red Robin just committed suicide.

Dick, catching him before he hits the ground, landing on a nearby roof: WHAT HAPPENED!?

Tim: Ugh, yeah, sorry, that happens.

Dick: WHAT!?

Tim: I just loose grip of things sometimes.

Dick: Tim.

Bruce, landing: That's extremely dangerous, why haven't you mentioned it to any of us?

Tim: Didn't feel like it.

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Tim, having a visibly bad day, squeezing a stress ball several times:

Tim's hand losing grip of said stress ball for no damn reason except his body hates him:

Tim, instantly breaking down in tears:

Bruce: Uh, meeting over?

Bruce: Tim, Tim, it's okay...

Tim: I HATE MY STUPID BODY!

Bruce: I know, I know, shh...

—

(TW: Eating disorder? Eh, probably an eating disorder. I'm not diagnosed with one though.)

Tim, glaring down at a plate of food:

Duke: Uh, you good man?

Tim: I am starving.

Duke: . . . Then eat?

Tim: It should be that easy, shouldn't it?

Duke: Uh, should I get someone?

Tim: Cass, preferably.

Duke, leaving: Uh, yeah, sure.

Tim, glaring at the plate of food:

Cass: Can't eat?

Tim: It makes me sick just looking at it, but I'm so hungry, Cass! I haven't eaten in two days! I just wanna eat but everything I look at makes me sick! I can't even think about eating it.

Cass: . . . What do you wanna eat?

Tim: Nothing healthy...

Cass: Want to go get Dairy Queen and sit in a quiet, dimly lit place with music, alone, so you can eat?

Tim, sniffling: Yes, please.

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Tim, making out with Bernard:

Tim, hissing abruptly as the sole of his foot cramps so bad he thinks it's gonna shrivel up and fall off: F*#&$!

Bernard: Tim? Tim, what is it?

Tim, messaging his sole through gritted teeth: Just a cramp, one second.

Bernard: Yeah, okay...

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Tim, laying down, glaring at the ceiling: . . .

Tim, slowly lifting his arm to check his heart rate: . . . Go. Down. You. Pathetic. Trash.

Bernard, beside him: You can just lay in bed today, Timboo.

Tim: I don't want to. I wanna be able to stand without my heart protesting... Hey, get me caffeine.

Bernard: Tim, that makes your heart rate go up.

Tim: Not mine, for some reason it goes down.

Bernard: . . . What?

Tim: Yeah, weird, it works though.

Bernard, slowly grabbing caffeine pills: This is gonna end so bad.

(Yeah, it works for my body, not sure why. My cardiologist told me to drink more coffee :/)

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Tim, about to have a breakdown of some kind, walking right into the sitting room where he can only find Jason: Jason. Lie on me.

Jason: Excuse me?

Tim, lying down on the couch: Lie on me. Crush me. Weighed blankets aren't doing it. I need to be squeezed to death.

Jason: I... 'kay???

Jason, texting Bruce real quick to see if this is normal before lying on Tim: Good?

Tim: Yes. Thank you.

Jason: ???

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Damian: Are you even listening to me?!

Tim: Huh? Oh, sorry.

Tim, turning his head away: Can you repeat that?

Damian: . . . Why aren't you looking at me?

Tim: I hear better when I'm not looking at the person speaking.

Damian: wha...

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Tim, making a literal nest of blankets on his bed in the manor: There!

Tim, curling into a fetal position in the center: >:3

Tim: . . . Hm. DICK!

Dick: Yeah, Baby bird?

Tim: Get in my nest.

Dick: Okay :D

Dick, climbing in and cuddling him: Good?

Tim: Better. Thanks. Now I'm safe and the images in my head won't kill me :)

Dick: Glad to hear it!

—

Stephanie: Uh, you good?

Tim, shaking so bad he can't even grip anything, teeth chattering audibly: Fine. I'm just. Going. Into shock. I have. Real bad. Rib pain.

Stephanie: Are you injured? Dude, lie down!

Tim, breathing very slow and shallow: No. If. I. Lie. Down. I won't. Be able. To. Get. Back up. It. Hurts. A lot. Not. Injured. Just happens.

Stephanie: BATMAN!?

—

Tim, losing his balance and gripping the counter tops for dear life:

Bernard: Tim!?

Tim: Fine! I'm fine! It happens!

—

Tim, zoning out:

Stephanie: Tim?

Tim:

Stephanie: Timmy?

Tim:

Stephanie: . . . Timmm???

Tim, blinking rapidly: Huh?

Stephanie: You were staring into space?

Tim: Was I? Weird. Anyways!

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Tim: You... *incoherent sentence*

Harley: . . . What?

Ivy: You okay?

Tim, rebooting:

Harley: Okay, I think we did to much. Honey, you good?

Ivy: Should we call Batman..?

Harley, pulling her phone out: Already on it.

Tim, slowly lowering himself to the ground: I'm fine! I am... Fine. One second, my brain isn't... Brain-ing.

Ivy: I'll get him some water.

Harley, whispering: Bats is on his way.

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Tim, standing up from the dining table before immediately sitting down: Ooooooow...

Bruce: What's wrong, Tim?

Tim: Knees.

Jason: Did ya injure 'em on patrol?

Tim: No. It's cold out.

Jason: So??

Bruce: Tim's knees act up in the cold.

Dick: Did you compress them?

Tim: . . . No.

Bruce: Tim, now they're gonna be swollen.

Tim: I know! I know...

Cass: . . . I will help him to his room and elevate his legs.

Tim: Thanks.

Cass: No problem.

—

Tim, slowly petting Ace while staring at the roof:

Ace, laying on him: :3

Bruce: Ace?! Where are y...

Tim:

Ace:

Bruce:

Bruce: Never mind.

—

Tim, randomly side dodging something that isn't there:

Bruce: ??? Tim, what's wrong?

Tim: Sorry, the corner vision people again.

Jason: The what?

Tim: Figures that appear in the corner of my vision, no worries.

Jason: !?

Bruce: Oh, okay. Let's continue patrol.

Jason: !?!?

—

Tim, clutching his stomach while zoned out:

Damian: . . ?

Bruce, lecturing them all after they probably blew something up:

Jason: . . .

Dick: Uh, B?

Bruce: What is it, Nightwing?

Jason: Red Robin looks like he's about to die.

Tim: Why do you all sound underwater?

Damian: Wha—

Dick, catching Tim as he goes limp: Red!?

Tim: I'm fine. Just. Uh. My ears are numb?

Bruce, sighing: Take him to the med bay.

Jason: Is he okay?

Damian: In which way? Because the answer to any of them is a hard no.

Bruce: Hrn...

—

Tim, sitting down before his whole body spasms and he blinks several times: ..?

Duke: Dude did you just have a seizure?!

Tim: No, full body muscle spasm.

Duke: That ain't a thing.

Tim: Sure it is.

Duke: Brother, you're dying.

Tim, chuckling: I wish.

Duke, visibly concerned:

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MisDialed Hearts

inspired by this Prompt

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Tim Drake was cornered—again.

It had been one of those evenings, the kind that made Tim question every life decision that led him to being a CEO and a vigilante. Another gala. Another crowd of sharks in designer suits. Another round of well-meaning Gotham socialites asking about his dating life with a glint in their eyes like they were just waiting to pounce.

He needed out.

That’s when it happened. His phone buzzed with an unknown number. An escape hatch from the universe. A gift from the chaotic gods of Gotham.

Without hesitating, Tim pressed Answer and raised the phone to his ear like it was a lifeline.

“Hey, babe,” he said smoothly, walking briskly toward the exit, waving apologetically to the board members mid-sentence. “You’re calling now? I told you I was gonna be late—don't be mad. I'm on my way.”

There was a long pause on the other end. Then a confused voice said, “Uh. I think I called the wrong number...?”

Tim’s eyes lit up. Jackpot.

“I’ll be there in just a moment to pick you up,” he replied warmly, as if this was a normal thing, as if he hadn’t just started weaving a lie that would need more patching than a Gotham street after Scarecrow blew up half the block.

“Wha–?! Wait—what do you mea—”

Click. Tim hung up with a satisfied smile. He could already feel Babs and Dick squinting suspiciously at him from across the ballroom, probably comparing this situation to “that time Tim faked an uncle for six months.”

He needed someone real to make this lie work. Even if it started with a wrong number.

And he had the number.

— Meanwhile…

Danny Fenton blinked at his phone. He was sitting cross-legged on his twin bed in his Gotham University dorm, textbooks open in front of him, a microwaved quesadilla cooling by his side.

He'd been trying to call his physics lab partner, but either she changed her number or—

Or some random dude just answered way too comfortably and now might be on his way to pick him up. For a date.

“…Gotham,” Danny muttered, flopping backwards and groaning into his pillow. “I’m too tired for this.”

He considered texting the guy back, but he’d barely locked his phone when a black car pulled up in front of his dorm building.

A tall figure stepped out. a sinfully attractive man in a sleek black suit, tossing his keys to a valet who wasn’t even there five seconds ago, like Gotham just conjured them from the shadows.

Tim Drake.

“Are you Danny?” he asked, walking toward him with a smile that said, just go with it, please, but in the most polite, billionaire way possible.

Danny blinked. “Yeah…?”

Tim opened the car door. “Perfect. Sorry I’m late.”

“…okay.” Danny got in. He was too tired to fight this. Also? Tim smelled like expensive cologne and decisions that made bad ideas sound good.

“Just so you know,” Danny said as they pulled into traffic, “I have no idea what’s going on.”

Tim gave him a sideways glance, smirk playing on his lips. “You called me. I just answered.”

“You said you were picking me up for a date.”

“And I’m a man of my word.”

Danny stared at him, dumbfounded. “Are you always like this?”

“Only when I’m being watched.”

Danny glanced behind them. Yep. That was definitely Nightwing in a very poorly concealed civilian outfit tailing their car. Robin was flying overhead. Batgirl’s silhouette was just visible on a rooftop.

“Oh my god,” Danny muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You dragged me into a Bat thing, didn’t you?”

Tim gave him an innocent look. “Do you want dinner? I know a place.”

Danny stared at him for another beat, then leaned back in the seat with a sigh.

“You know what? Fine. You’re hot, I’m tired, and I skipped lunch. Let’s go.”

Tim smirked again. “Excellent. Just don’t be surprised if someone tries to kill us. It’s Gotham, after all.”

Danny groaned. “That’s fine. I’m half-dead anyway.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Wait—what?”

Danny smirked this time. “You faked a boyfriend. I fake being alive sometimes. Let’s call it even.”

Tim laughed. “Oh, I like you.”

“I’m still charging you for gas money,” Danny deadpanned.

"But I'm the one driving"

"So."

They were a disaster already. Gotham might never recover.

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It’s been years for Danny. He’s been stuck in the same house. Vlad cursed him to haunt his mansion as a way to keep his there.

What he didn’t expect was for Danny to mess around with the portal tech. The more he fiddled with it the more unstable it got until it finally collapsed while Vlad was out.

Danny and the mansion was sucked into another dimension. They both landed in Gotham when it was just being founded.

Danny was alone for years in that house until a couple moved it. He kept out of sight and watched them grow as a family. They had a son.

Then Danny watched them leave their son alone for days on end. So he decided to take matters into his own hands and raise the kid.