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[arobinwithoutbatman]

Welcome to Gotham, the greatest city in the world, where we have smells like:

• Exhaust fumes

• Chemical waste

• Eggs

• Weed

• A porta potty at Lollapalooza

• Batburger fryer grease

• Day-old opened beer

• Anime convention BO

• Strangely alluring flowers

• Something burning

• Microwaved fish

• Corpses

• Sewage

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* hug prompts

send a number for a hug! feel free to combine prompts.

a hug with a forehead kiss

a relieved hug

a hug to say sorry

a hug from behind

a good morning hug

a goodnight hug

a hug where one muse picks the other up

the hug that comes after a bad dream

a hug that isn’t returned

a ‘ please don’t go ’ hug

a hug for good luck

the hug that comes after a rough day

an angry hug

a hug where one muse uses the other as a pillow

a ‘ just to say i love you ’ hug

a goodbye hug

a hug where one muse stops the other from collapsing

the hug that lasts longer than the rest

the hug that ends too soon

an overjoyed hug

a tearful hug

a protective hug

the final hug

[arobinwithoutbatman]

"Maybe not intentionally." He replied, rather earnestly, apparently not having caught the teasing. "But anything can happen when you're dealing with ghosts and spirits and stuff, right?"

At least, according to watching a friend of his and also according to some of Dick's experiences and Batman's little black book of things he simply could not explain. Magic was something the bats and birds couldn't quite get their heads around though Dick had the easiest time rolling with it. Tim unfortunately fell into the same trap as Batman; he had to make logical sense of it and unfortunately, magic typically didn't follow logic. So the hunter had a point; Robin wouldn't know what to look for.

"Well how about giving me a crash course? That way I can at least help contain a situation and get innocents out of the way whilst waiting ofr more qualified help to arrive." Anything to help his city.

Besides, the guy seemed nice enough. Kind of grizzled, sort of like Constantine but so far seemed to be considerably less jerkish. Given how weird and dangerous any kind of vigilantism and heroism could get, he'd probably been through some stuff. The kind of stuff that left its mark mentally. Okay so the guy kind of radiated the same pain as Batman just... differently because Tim didn't know his deal while Batman's had been in plain sight for all to see. The boy was helpful to a fault and often to his detriment.

Annoyingly, he is in fact caught. The guy made it pretty clear what with looking right at him, undeniably so and sounding so sure. It could be a bluff. But no, he's caught. Robin hopped down, all lithe muscle and compacted power as he perched on some loose scaffolding across the alley from the guy. He tilted his head, so bird like, as he assessed the guy.

"What can I say, I'm curious." He replied with a shrug, curiosity indeed radiating from him.

"You've been in Gotham longer than most supernatural and magic types linger." Neither Constantine nor Zatanna particularly enjoyed stopping by, then again Constantine gave Robin the impression that unless it was a bar, he didn't want to be there. "Pretty sure there's not that much magic here. Most of our issues are standard city crime stuff that happens to be turned up to eleven." Or further. "Looking for something in particular? I might be able to point you in the right direction."

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Tim blinked, taking a second to process all of that because wow he hadn't actually noticed that Peter was barefoot. Interesting. Immediately questions were buzzing away in his brain but Tim took a second to dig his short nails into his palms and let out a deep calming breath.

"Cool." He replied, smiling politely. "I'm Tim and my lips are sealed. Whatever reason you have for keeping your abilities quiet are none of my business." Because it was certainly interesting! But not his concern.

Peter didn't owe him answers and didn't need to have someone pestering him about things he might not fully understand or that might be a source of pain. Peter didn't even need a reason to not want to talk about it. So Tim wasn't going to ask.

"Do you need a spotter or are you safe up there? I've got some free time and I was just about to get something to eat so I can play spotter if you want or I can hang out or I can just leave you in peace to finish."

Tim had remained behind, emergency with his dad totally last minute and completely unavoidable unfortunately. Plus, someone had to watch over Gotham while several others were away and since his dad was currently asleep, Tim decided to sneak over to the Manor to get a quick workout in. Today's route took him by the ballroom. Wasn't Alfred's new apprentice helping alone for the first time today? He looked around, unable to see him.

"Huh... guess he's on break." Because he was pretty sure today was chandelier day. Maybe he was fetching the ladder to get up there?

...or he could be on the ceiling apparently! Tim had only looked up out of pure curiosity, they've all hidden up on the chandeliers before so there's probably old food wrappers and other random stuff stashed up there. But no. There's Alfred's apprentice ~~what was his name again? Tim hadn't had a chance to say hello yet~~ just... hanging off the ceiling. Actually. Not hanging. *Standing.* How in the hell-

Okay. Okay so Alfred's new apprentice was some kind of meta. Not a big deal, metas had legal protection and also every reason to keep that fact hidden about themselves. Tim, however, was incredibly awkward by nature and, rather foolishly, cleared his throat mostly out of nerves.

"You uhhhh want a snack?" He called up.

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That thank you haunted him for a couple of weeks until he ran into Bruce again, once again at the coffee shop. At a quieter hour this time, closer to the evening and after the post work rush so it was far quieter this time. Tim's gaze flickered around, assessing his options until he let out the tiniest sigh. He still got his order to go but paced over to Bruce's table, announcing himself with a little cough so he didn't startle the man. Bruce wasn't a hypervigilant vigilante anymore. Tim had to put effort into making his steps noisy and making people aware of his presence.

"May I join you? I... think I owe you an apology." He kept his voice down, kept the conversation private but remained on his feet.

He gave Bruce space, didn't crowd him, didn't block the way to the door. If Bruce said no or that he wasn't interested then Tim would leave him in peace and would have to deal with the fact that he made a poor choice. But he at least owed it to Bruce to give the man the option to ask him things. Maybe Bruce wanted to know why Tim had kept his distance and hadn't said anything last time they ran into each other. Or maybe he didn't. Either way, Tim felt he should at least let Bruce choose.

After all, Bruce had addressed him by name despite not giving it last time. He'd only been busted because someone at the community centre had referred to him as Mister Drake-Wayne.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck *fuck.* Why was he doing this to himself? Why did he offer? This was hard enough! But he couldn't just say no. Despite everything, despite being on the cusp of what many considered adulthood, Tim was still that lonely little boy in many ways. Still clinging to scraps of quality time with people he loved, believing it was all he would get for weeks even with the modern age of internet and connectivity. He had regular movie nights with the former Young Justice even when most of them weren't even in the same state, as long as they were somewhere on earth they could stay connected. He could still grab moments with most of his siblings. Even Damian... occasionally. Sparring was the best bet for the two of them.

Instead, he kept up the polite smile, dropped a hefty tip into the tip jar and opened the door for Bruce.

He did his best to keep up idle chit-chat. How was he settling in, did he enjoy the work he was doing at the moment, did he have any accomodations and were they being honoured. Just small talk. Checking in and hoping it wasn't too obvious.

He did at least get to have a little look at the community centre Bruce was currently working at. Nice little place, good people and good atmosphere. He stayed polite, smiled at everyone and tried not to stiffen when someone greeted him as Mr Drake-Wayne and could only hope Bruce didn't hear that. Knowing his luck, Bruce probably heard that.

"I'd better get going. I've still got a lot of work to do. I'm glad you're doing okay, Bruce." A quick polite goodbye and he was off.

Back to a day full of meetings and getting Dick's opinions on the contracts he was drawing up to inherit what remained of Drake Industries. Home stretch now. Just got to make sure all his ducks were in a row before he presented things to Jack to demand that inheritance and finally do something useful to Gotham during the day.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send me your headcanons for my muse. ( bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )

[arobinwithoutbatman]

❝  you don’t have to do this for me.  ❞ @twcfaces

"You're right, I don't." Robin replied as he helped Harvey to his feet. "I want to. Come on, onto this low wall, lets give you a quick checkover before we get you back."

Give the untrustworthy staff at Arkham less ammunition. They'll take any excuse to not do their jobs properly. So yes, Robin is going to check for a concussion and any immediate emergencies that might require first aid.

@twcfaces

[arobinwithoutbatman]

🛏 @question-marked (Detective AU)

Detective Eddie at Tim's bedside

Ah, Detective Nygma. Understandable given Tim had had a bit of a close call in a hostage situation. In his civvies. So he couldn't even be Robin right now, he had to pretend to be scared and helpless which to be fair, he was a little spooked. Because it hadn't just been him, it had been his father too and Jack was having a flare up so was in his chair today. And Jack still didn't know about the Robin thing so Tim had had to play dumb, hit his panic button and hope one of his siblings turned up relatively promptly. Which they did of course though not before Tim took several hits for his father. Tim was really only in the hospital to get a concussion check.

"Anything else you needed to know, Detective?" Gotta be polite. At least he didn't have to fake how tired he was.

@question-marked

[arobinwithoutbatman]

🛏

Harley at Robin's bedside

Tim didn't open his eyes right away. He scrunched his face and could still feel the domino so that was good to know. He grumbled, pain hitting him everywhere all at once and deciding to just use his eyes and AR to look around.

"...you're the last person I expected to see here, Harley." He grumbled as he spotted her out of the corner of his eye. "Thanks for not unmasking me though. Where are we?"

[arobinwithoutbatman]

🛏

My muse is in the hospital. Send 🛏 to be at their bedside when they wake up.

Tim slowly stirred feeling very... floaty. Yeah. Floaty was the best word. All light and not entirely here and the glowing above him wasn't helping with that impression. Kind of bright actually. That should... shouldn't it be hurting? It should. The light should be too bright. He hates too bright. Too bright hurts and too bright for him is very different from too bright for the average person.

Maybe the floaty feeling was the reason for that.

There was a face next to him. Not directly. Just sort of off to the side. Maybe he'd turned his head to look away from the light? Good decision because that was quite possibly the most beautiful face he had ever seen.

"An angel?" No, he hadn't noticed that he'd asked that out loud. But could he really be blamed for assuming that?

A smooth face, beautiful golden hair, enchanting blue eyes and looking at him with... worry? Tim's pretty sure that's worry but it could be anything.

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Well it worked, the pacing stopped as he registered that there was a blanket over his head. Not a weighted one just a regular winter blanket. But the sudden unexpected weight and his vision suddenly being cut off was enough to stop the pacing as a gloved hand moved some of the material from his face.

"Did you just throw a blanket at me?" He asked, looking every bit the stunned bird. It worked though, Tim slowly moved to the couch and sat down, somewhat stiffly. "Thanks. I think I already ate through my patrol snacks."

One glove came off and was immediately shoved into a pocket. He didn't want to know what happened if he left pieces of his costume behind in a different universe. His now free hand wandered over the stitching and the material. So. In another Gotham. Again. When he was purposefully trying to ensure that wouldn't happen anymore and he'd been taking steps to remove that temptation. On the bright side, this Jason didn't seem to want to fight him which was nice.

"...so... you still doing the crimelord thing here?" Yes he did cringe. What in the heck was he thinking asking that?

"From what I've found so far, yeah. Some versions of Gotham fare better than others. A lot are actually really similar. And yeah, I always get yanked back home before I hit the twenty-four hour mark." He replied, the fidgeting now changing from rocking on his feet to wringing gloved hands.

"The thing that lets me do this was mixed up in something that Bruce gave me, I don't think he knew it would happen cause I didn't know about the multiverse thing and it definitely wasn't in any of his files." Oh. Jason's cleaning. Stress cleaning or standard 'people are over' cleaning? "I uh... actually kept it a secret for a while... until Dick caught me. Grounded and benched me. And forbid me from solo patrols for the forseeable future..." He trailed off there.

His mask lenses were up so pale blue eyes that had been wandering the apartment were now aimed directly at the floor. His hood had also fallen at some point, revealing his short hair and a somewhat rounded face. Still a little puppy fat clinging to his jawline. This Tim was very much a teenager, still very much in the throes of puberty and a far cry from the hardened vigilante that apparently existed in most versions of Gotham.

"I thought I'd taken all the code out but I guess not and now Dick's gonna think I'm sneaking off again which is gonna get me into even more trouble when he's already dealing with everything Bruce left behind and my Jason's gonna be even more upset at me and I'm pretty sure Babs is still mad about it too and-" He was pacing now. When had he started pacing?

Up and down, up and down across the tiles.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

SOULMATE MEME

This is a list of different soulmate tropes. In worlds where soulmates are real and find each other in different ways. Send a word for my muses reaction to finding out your muse is their soulmate.

Send ‘TIMER’ for a starter where soulmates have a counter on their arm, counting down to when they meet. 

Send ‘WRITE’ for a starter where anything soulmates write on their skin shows up on the other.

Send ‘PAIN’ for a starter where any pain soulmates feel the other feels as well.

Send ‘SCAR’ for a starter where whatever scar one soulmate gets, the other gets as well.

Send ‘COLOR’ for a starter where soulmates see color for the first time when they first meet.

Send ‘NAME’ for a starter where soulmates have each others names written somewhere on their body.

Send ‘WORDS’ for a starter where the first words soulmates say to each other is written on their bodies. (Feel free to add what your muse says to mine.)

Send ‘EMOTION’ for a starter where soulmates can feel each others emotions.

Send ‘DREAM’ for a starter where soulmates can visit each other in dreams.

Send ‘SPACE’ for a starter where once soulmates have met, they can not be physically too far from each other with out causing physical pain.

Send ‘REINCARNATION’ for a starter where soulmates are reincarnated and start to remember their past lives once they have met.

Send ‘IMMORTAL’ for a starter where people are immortal until they meet their soulmate, being around their soulmate makes them mortal.

Send ‘VISIT’ for a starter where soulmates can psychically see each other when they are apart.

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Uh oh. He left the house without a grown up. Everyone knows that little kids get snatched up by the bad people in Gotham and at the ripe old age of six, Tim doesn't go out much. He's... not sure where exactly he is or how to get home from here.

But he mustn't cry. Even if his eyes are getting all blurry and his chest feels funny and all he wants to do is run and hide. He can't fix it by crying. He has to... he has to talk to someone. Find someone safe, ask where he is, ask for a phone and then call the police so he can be taken home. Uhhhhh that person there should do.

"Excuse me." He says, tapping the stranger on the arm. "Do you have a phone I can use?"

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((I'm tired and mildly annoyed and cannot word for the serious drafts. So I'm gonna write an open starter for an itty bitty Timmy. Did he get deaged? Is it time Shenanigans? Idfk he's here. Coo over him.))

[arobinwithoutbatman]

Nightmares: a meme compilation

Spoken:

‘It was all just a bad dream.’

‘You’re safe now. Nothing’s going to hurt you.’

‘I’ve been plagued by these nightmares for months. They don’t seem to stop.’

‘Oh thank god, it was a nightmare.’

‘You were a monster in my dream.’

‘Do you want me to stay here until you fall asleep again?’

‘I don’t think I can go back to sleep.’

‘Hey, hey, hey! It was a nightmare. You were having a nightmare.’

‘Could you stay with me?’

‘I’ll sit with you as long as it takes.’

‘Take it easy, I’m here now.’

Unspoken

[THRASH] Sender is woken up by the receiver thrashing in their sleep due to a nightmare.

[TERROR] Sender catches receiver having a night terror.

[TALK] Sender hears receiver making sounds/talking in their sleep.

[DRINK] Sender gives receiver a warm drink to help calm them down.

[HAIR] Sender strokes receiver’s hair to soothe them after a bad dream.

[PARALYZE] Sender notices receiver is experiencing sleep paralysis.

[RESTLESS] Sender notices receiver tossing and turning in their sleep.

[MEDICINE] Sender gives receiver medicine to help them sleep.

[SHUSH] Sender sings/shushes reader back to sleep.

[ATTACK] Sender calms receiver down from a panic attack.

As always, these can be changed to fit context and reversed!

[arobinwithoutbatman]

((So apparently I can't take an exam at the library so I can get a certification to open up more job possibilities for myself and I don't actually know how to check what Integrity Advocate is or how to change the settings! Oh and I left my controller, mouse and mouse mat at the house so I had a slightly lighter bag so I'm limited on games too! Might tinker with my multimuse a bit before having lunch and going home.))

[arobinwithoutbatman]

🐝  *  ―  𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑾. ( send one or more of these to get to know the person behind the blog a little better. )

[ cherry ]  what is one thing you love about yourself? [ crimson ]  what is one thing you wish you could change about yourself? [ scarlet ]  what is one thing you wish you could do? [ ruby ]  give one random fun fact about yourself. [ tangerine ]  do you speak other languages? if yes, which? [ amber ]  which is your favorite season? why? [ bronze ]  if you were stranded on a deserted island, which three things would you want to have with you? [ apricot ]  what do you think your life will be like in ten years? [ canary ]  do you have pets? if yes, how many and what? [ lemon ]  do you believe in ghosts? how about aliens? [ bumblebee ]  where have you always wanted to travel to? [ blonde ]  what is your favorite type of music? favorite artist? favorite song? [ lime ]  describe yourself as a character / mix of characters you've always related to the most. [ emerald ]  bonus round: coffee or tea? morning or night? extroverted or introverted? hot or cold? fruits or vegetables? sweet or salty?

[ mint ]  when did you start your blog? what made you start it? [ olive ]  what gives you the most inspiration for your muse(s)? [ cerulean ]  what is your favorite ( type of ) character to write? [ teal ]  which fandom has been your favorite to be a part of? which has been the least favorite? [ azure ]  is there a specific character or type of character you want to write but never have? why? [ navy ]  what do your muse(s) mean to you? [ indigo ]  when did you first start writing / roleplaying? [ denim ]  have you ever roleplayed on any other site(s) besides tumblr? [ mauve ]  give one random headcanon about your muse / one of your muses. [ lavender ]  if you could change one thing about the rpc as a whole, what would it be? [ plum ]  are you more of a dialogue or a description writer? [ mulberry ]  what tips would you give someone with writer's block? [ coral ]  give a shoutout to one of your favorite blogs. [ fuchsia ]  bonus round: angst or fluff? one-liners or paras? plotting or winging it? memes or starter calls? single muse or multimuse?