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alfred gave them the sheets
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Silly goofy head cannon
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this is still one of my fav scenes i just think about it all the time. screenshot redraw technically??
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By aurora.roseluv IG
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Inspired by Darwyn Cooke's iconic Batman & Robin illustration, and the New Batman Adventures.
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lbr he doesnt stand a chance against a real clownoisseur
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everyone get unemployed. i will provide for us.
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god he's such a loser 😭 i love him
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Bruce: You expect me to believe that you're not trying to marry him for his money!?
Conner: I'm not
Bruce: Well then, why do you want to marry him?
Kon "commit to the bit"-el: I want to marry him for your money
Tim "that bitch" Drake: See?
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Went into record store this week and decided to slap them onto Please Please Me
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pay attention to him NOW
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LMAO I absolutely lost it when I realized Dick was standing in the back and had to bust his way through Tim and Jason just to go hit Daniel first, this is THE original unstoppable feral chaos gremlin Robin and nobody should ever forget it.
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It's the first time in a long time that I do this, it's like learning to draw again.
Im giving it my all and thank you very much for your nice comments and love! You guys are very good to me 🌷
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WIP Wednesday
Tumblr prompt: Tim is the first to find out the Red Hood’s identity and from then on sticks to Jason during patrol like glue (much to Jason’s chagrin, dammit, it would feel wrong to beat up Robin when he’s that starry eyed…) Cue: panic from the rest of the batfamily who still think Hood is a 40-something year old crime lord and now assume they’re dating.
@ghost-bxrd
Jason sighs, looking up at the sky dramatically. “Robin, I know you’re following me”, he calls out into the darkness, and there’s shuffling behind him.
He turns around to see Robin step out of the shadows, letting his cape fall apart and reveal bright red and green spandex and kevlar. “I wish the outside of my cape was black, I was running around like a sparkling traffic light”, he pouts under the helmet.
“Mm, maybe you should’ve taken some initiative. I designed my Robin suit all by myself, you took whatever B gave you”, Tim replies teasingly.
Jason chuckles. “Mmm, and maybe you should try humbling yourself every once and a while”. He removes his helmet and quirks an eyebrow from under his domino mask. “Hard to believe Batman never noticed you following him, I noticed you 10 yards back.”
Tim grins, holding his camera up and Jason sticks his tongue out as he takes a photo. “That’s funny, Hood, considering I started following you 50 yards ago. I got bored and started wondering how long it would take you to notice me if I started being less careful.” he explains, looking down at the screen to check the quality of the photo he just took.
“Oh, that right huh?” Jason asks sarcastically, not really believing him.
Tim’s grin widens mischievously and he waves the camera in front of his face. “Want proof, big guy?” he asks.
Jason laughs and snatches the small device, clicking through the recently taken photos. After a moment he groans defeatedly. “Yeah okay, I should've known you’d do something like that you little weirdo. so, how’d I hold up to your little test?”
Tim shrugs. “I wouldn’t call it a test, more of a game to entertain myself really”. But Jason raises his eyebrows up at him, making him sigh. “Yeah okay, you lost the game or failed or whatever. But you did fare better than Big Blue, so there’s that.”
“Oh yeah?” Jason smirks, still clicking through photos.
“Yup”, Tim says, popping the ‘p’. And hoists himself up onto the brick parapet, back facing the city as his feet dangle about an inch off the concrete roof. He tilts his head at Jason when he doesn’t move from where he’s standing, low glow of the open camera screen illuminating his face.
“These are actually really good”, Jason finally says, looking up at him. “Like really clear and in focus. It’s impressive”. He walks over and hands the camera back, leaning against the brick.
“Thanks”, Tim smiles. “I’ve always been really into photography, y'know? It’s like capturing a moment in time and immortalising it, so it will exist forever, even when I'm gone. I really like that aspect of it”.
Jason hums in response. “Never took you as someone sentimental”, he comments.
Tim is quiet, but it’s obvious he’s thinking. And then he hums back. “I didn’t realise I was either”.
This time Jason is the one observing, watching Tim rub his thumb over the side of his camera, and wonders if Tim felt the same way about his photos from before he died, if he looked at the the same way he’s looking at these photos now… if he kept jason alive in still frames while he was gone.
Then he decides he’s making it too deep and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it as Tim turns his head towards him and scrunches up his nose. “Gross, dude.”
“What?” Jason asks, mildly offended.
“I hate the smell of cigarettes”, Tim states. “I don’t care if you smoke them just, not around me, please”, he says, nose still scrunched as he shimmies away, keeping his hands braced on the brick so he doesn’t fall backwards.
Normally, Jason would roll his eyes and take a deep inhale, maybe blow the smoke back out into the other person's face just to spite them. But Tim isn’t telling him not to smoke, he’s asking him not to smoke around him. And, maybe Tim’s scrunched up nose is kinda cute.
So he snubs the cigarette out and puts it back in its box to save for later. “Fine, but I’m getting something to eat then”, Jason complains.
“Cool, I know a really good burrito place not far from here”, Tim smiles, and then he’s throwing himself backwards off the roof, laughing loudly when Jason rushes up to look over the edge.
“You little fucker!” Jason shouts out as he watches Robin shoot his grappling line and swing from a lower roof across the way. “Oh, I’m gonna get that little shit!”, he grumbles to himself, taking a breath to calm the sudden spike of worried adrenaline Tim caused before chasing after him.
Tim pays for their burritos and a tub of Mexican rice before Jason even has the chance to get out his wallet, and they end up eating them on a roof together a block away.
“Ohh yeah, this is good stuff”, Jason moans around a mouthful, and Tim giggles around his plastic spoon. “Okay, you’re forgiven for scaring the shit out of me earlier”, he mumbles, taking another bite of his burrito.
Tim sits the rice aside to take a picture of Jason with food on his face, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. Then another photo of Jason sticking the finger up at him. “Lol thats gold, I might make that my laptop’s screensaver”, Tim laughs.
“The laptop you keep all your creepy stalker folders on?” Jason asks, mouth still half-full, leaning over to try and get a look at the camera screen. “oh my god I look so stupid, please don’t!” he laughs.
“Oh gross Jason!” Tim squeals, brushing little bits of burrito off his suit. “Stop talking with your mouth full, you’re getting food everywhere!” but Jason only laughs harder, and ends up choking.
Tim rubs his back as he chokes and sputters over the edge of the roof, and laughs at his expense. “Here, have some of my water.”
Jason ends up chugging all of Tim’s water, so Tim steals his Soda in retaliation. It ends up as a game of rooftop tag until they’re both out of breath and decide to head to their separate ways to get some rest.
And that becomes a frequent occurrence on quiet nights after that. Sometimes even working together on a few cases. It’s honestly quite a lot of fun for both of them, a nice change of pace from the usual doom and gloom of Gotham’s streets.
Tim is tinkering away with some sort of gadget in the Batcave one afternoon when Alfred stops by with some snacks on a silver platter. “Everything alright with you young sir?” he asks politely.
“Yeah Alf, everything's great actually”, Tim replies cheerfully. But Alfred loiters by him for a few moments too long, making Tim lift his head to look at him questioningly. “What’s up?”
Alfred frowns. “Nothing, Master Timothy. Just, do know that you can come to talk to me about anything if you need, absolutely anything”. He pats Tim on the shoulder in some kind of gesture of comfort before leaving Tim confused at his desk.
What was that about?
But Tim is even more confused later on patrol with Batman. Which was already odd actually, usually they don’t patrol together unless they’re working on a case together, or on a mission, or just something important– there’s nothing important happening tonight. B just told him that they were patrolling Midtown and to get in the batmobile.
And so there they were, driving around in dead silence.
“So… Tim, how’ve you been lately?” B asks, voice gruff and tone awkward.
That makes Tim turn around in his seat to face the older man with his whole body, confusion and worry on his face. “I’m good… why the sudden interest?” he asks cautiously. “Is there something up that I should be worried about?”
Bruce grunts and spares a glance at him before looking back at the road. “I was just asking.” and then, after a few beats of quiet: “You’ve been spending an awful amount of time around the Narrows and Crime Alley”, he states. Oh. That’s Jason’s territory.
Oh.
“Are you worried about Red Hood or something?” Tim asks. Well, this is… complicated.
Bruce grunts again. “Or something.” he turns the car around a sharp corner and Tim braces himself against the seat at the sudden change of route.
He thinks whatever that conversation is over, but a few moments later Batman speaks up again. “Just stay away from him. He’s bad news Robin.” Tim turns to give him a look. “I’m serious. No more patrolling Uptown”.
“What!?” Tim asks. “Are you banning me or something??”
“Yes.” And Tim knows his word is final. Batman’s word is law after all.
He huffs and sits back in his seat, crossing his arms like a petulant child.
Fine, he won’t patrol in Uptown. He’ll just have to figure out a way to convince Jason to meet with him in Midtown somehow. No, that won’t work. Red Hood won’t leave his turf unattended to.
Buut. there is a loophole here that he can take advantage of…
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Dearly Beloved if still possible?
Sure!
Dearly Beloved is another fake married fic, (because tropes are my jam) this time for a case. The case, naturally, is what's gumming up the works. It's over 13,000 words but God save me from plot.
The neighborhood bar was a place called Gilbert’s and reminded Jason of the Manor library. Lots of leather and polished wood, a relaxed, somewhat subdued atmosphere, and just about anything he wanted delivered by a man with a British accent. 
They sat at the bar and ordered fish and chips with mashed peas and Tim doused his fries in a good quarter bottle of malt vinegar. Neither of them were legitimately old enough to drink, but their cover IDs were, so Jason ordered a Guiness and Tim ordered a craft beer and talked excessively about the merits of sour ales until someone else at the bar had to weigh in. 
Jason could go undercover with the best of them, but he had to admit that he was impressed with how gracefully Tim could duck and weave in and out between his true self and the role he needed to play. It made Jason wonder if he ever really saw the real Tim. 
The kid Tim was chattering with was named Mike - Jason looked up when he heard introductions going down - and despite being an easy five years younger, Tim treated him with casual seniority. 
“This is my husband, Jay,” Tim said, glancing over his shoulder and granting a smile that made even Jay - Jason - believe that they were finally settled and happy after a tumultuous courtship and an avalanche of complicated feelings. 
Replacement was fucking *good* at this shit. 
“Nice to meet you,” Jason said, offering his hand to Mike. “You here alone?”
“Jay,” Tim breathed and Jason felt a hard grip on his knee. Wow. Replacement was going all in. 
Mike flushed. “I uh, I was waiting for someone,” he mumbled. “Don’t think he’s showing though.”
“This guy stood me up on our first date,” Jason said casually. 
“You gave me the wrong address,” Tim said without missing a beat. And Tim claimed to hate it when Jason improvised. 
“And now you’re married?” Mike asked eagerly. “How did you meet?”
“I went down on him in the bathroom of a dance club,” Jason said, pleased with his own straight face. 
“Jay!”
Their meet-cute was in the legend, because Tim apparently had a very clear idea of how his grand imaginary romance with Golden Boy had gone. They had played on the same intramural soccer team in college but were set up on a blind date by a mutual friend. It had been a textbook romance but Jason knew it wouldn’t have been textbook, not with him. 
Tim palmed the back of Jason’s neck and squeezed, hard enough for Jason to feel the rebuke in it but simultaneously swept his thumb up the throbbing tendon in the side of Jason’s neck. Jason immediately popped a stiffie. Fuck. 
“That’s how it happened,” Jason doubled down. “I’m good at what I do,” he said, leaning around Tim to leer at Mike. 
“That’s not what we tell polite company,” Tim muttered. His hand hadn’t left Jason’s neck and his fingers were sliding up Jason’s neck and into his hair. 
Jason’s cock twitched again, and he shifted on the stool. 
“Aw, Mikey’s not polite company, he’s our neighbor now, right?” Jay asked, hooking his hand around Tim’s hip. He could feel the jut of Tim’s hipbone through his khakis and yeah, that wasn’t helping the situation in Jason’s pants *at all*.  
Tim laughed, not his usual quiet chuckle but an actual laugh Jason knew had to be fake because he had never, ever heard it before. “You are the worst,” he said affectionately, which Jason had *definitely* heard before though maybe not in that tone. “Let him decide for himself, okay?” 
He stood up on the rung of his barstool, briefly towering above Jason, and - holy shit - dropped a kiss, equally sweet and dirty, into Jason’s mouth. Tim tasted like his stupid apricot beer as he leaned away and stepped off the stool, heading for the men’s room. 
Jason licked his lower lip - fucking *apricot*, really Tim? - and watched Tim’s trim ass disappear into the restroom before he looked back at Mike, whose pupils had gone heart-shaped. 
“This isn’t that kind of place,” Mike volunteered before Jason could say anything. 
“What kind of place?” Jay asked, his mind still on Tim’s perfect ass. 
“The kind of place where you follow him and recreate your first meeting,” Mike said, but it wasn’t even a leer. Poor kid was just a hopeless romantic. 
Jason shook his head and smiled into his beer. He hoped it looked abashed, like maybe that was what he was actually thinking. “What are you doing drinking that fruity shit, kid?” he asked. “C’mon, pick out something that will put hair on your chest.”
“I actually like a nice lambic,” Mike said.
God save him from people who wanted to call their beer anything other than beer. 
“You been here long?” Jason asked as Mike studied the beer menu like he’d never seen it before.
“My whole life,” he answered idly. “I mean, I’ve been in Bludhaven my whole life. I only moved down here after my parents died.”
“Sorry to hear,” Jason said. Almost everyone Jason knew was an orphan but this was not usually the conversation he had with them. 
“It’s, I mean, I miss them but it’s easier, kind of. They weren’t very good with me being - you know. Out.”
Jason hummed in sympathy. He didn’t really know much about that either. He glanced toward the restrooms wondering when Tim was going to *get his ass back here.* He needed at least another topic or two of small talk before he could comfortably discuss the bloody murder spree without seeming suspicious. 
“Hey.” 
Jason turned to see a tall, heartbreakingly handsome man standing over Mike with a hand on his shoulder. He appeared to be talking to Jason.
“You must be Mike’s date,” the man said, squaring his free hand at Jason. Jason met it, going for firm, but friendly. The other guy gripped harder.
“Not me,” he said, holding up his left hand in defense. “I’m here with my husband. We were just chatting with Mike.”
“Oh yeah?” the guy drawled, sizing Jason up. He seemed skeptical. “You new to the neighborhood?”
“We are,” Jason acknowledged, finally getting his hand back. “We’re subletting a place in the Remington building. I’m Jay.”
“Danny Ramirez,” the man grunted.
“You can call me Al,” Tim cut in, appearing at Jason’s shoulder. 
“Yeah, hi,” Danny said, taking Tim’s hand in a far gentler grip and doing the most obvious wedding ring check in the history of ever. “Danny.”
“I can’t leave you along for a minute, can I?” Tim chided Jason softly.
“Hey, you’re the one who picked up Mike,” Jason reminded him. “I just found his bodyguard.”
“Danny’s not my bodyguard,” Mike interrupted. “He’s just a friend. He’s protective.”
“Gotta watch out for our little buddy,” Danny said. He seemed to be warming up. Marginally.
“I like that neighbors watch out for each other,” Tim said. “I work in Gotham but Jay’s a writer and he works from home.”
Jason stepped on Tim’s foot. Tim snaked his foot away before Jason could press down and snagged his ankle around Jason’s. 
*Writer* was not in the legend.  Jason was supposed to be a fucking *insurance agent*.
“What kind of books do you write?” Mike piped up eagerly. “Or do you write magazine articles? Or something else?”
“I’m, uh - “ Jason started, but Tim was way ahead of him.
“He’s writing a crime novel,” he said, fucking *beaming*. His hand pressed warmly into the small of Jason’s back, under his jacket and dammit, Jason was going to get all hot and bothered again.  “He was a reporter for *years* and now he’s going to write a novel. A series of them.”
“Wow really?” Mike asked, clearly awed by Jason’s impending fame. “Like Michael Connelly? Or Harlan Coban? Or -”
“I mean, I haven’t written anything yet,” Jason cautioned because what the actual fuck. 
“But when he gets published, we’ll have a big party,” Tim volunteered. “Maybe we can rent out this place.”
“Don’t see why not,” Danny said. “Seamus Finnegan owns the place. He’s always up for a party.”
“I have to write this book first,” Jason said, but clearly nobody gave a shit what he thought about the matter. 
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“I don’t want to hear anything else about me improvising,” Jason told Tim as they finally escaped Mike and Danny - and their friends, who all wanted to hear about Jason’s book - and trudged back to their base. “What the fuck? Am I Raymond Chandler, now? I’m supposed to be an insurance salesman!”
“Dick was supposed to be an insurance salesman,” Tim noted. “Dick can sell ice to penguins. You needed a job that lets you move around the neighborhood during work hours. I’ll be at Wayne Enterprises most days but you’re the one who’s going to be making heavy contact with this group and it shouldn’t be weird that you’re around a lot.”
“I couldn’t just be unemployed?” Jason asked, because he knew all about that. His dad had been unemployed on a professional basis, when he wasn’t working random thuggery jobs for criminals with actual brains.
“You *are* unemployed, honey,” Tim said, letting them into the building with a wicked grin. “It just sounds better to say that you’re writing a book.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Jason said without heat, punching the button to summon the elevator. “And what do I do when someone wants to read this book, huh?”
“I mean, you could actually write a book while we’re here,” Tim said. “If you need another income stream. Or you get bored.”
“Yeah,” Jason said, steering Tim gently into the elevator by the back of the neck. “In case I get bored.”  
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