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THIS IS SO COOL OMG

Saw some ppl talking about Reverse Robins and i had thoughts

Talking abt u guys @eldritchdreamss @brucewaynehater101

Why kill Tim when you could kill baby Jason? What I want is for all of them to keep their own backstories and personalities (Developed in line with the story of course) So ofc i had to write a 1,000 word brainrot abt it.

(Also i'll only be going over the main 4 batbros for now i will add more later but these guys are the ones im most passionate about so here we go)

Damian

Let Damian come in, desperate to be of use and be worthy of his father, only for a softer, less jaded bruce (since jason hasnt died yet) to help him open up his heart and let him act as a kid. With no competition for so long, I imagine he and Bruce get along very well while he works with him. Yeah, they need to work on the no killing deal and Damian's... i guess impulse control? But i think it would be easier with very intensely focused reparenting; no distractions of other kids you know? No favoring or anything.

I see Damian growing up as a stoic, jaded adult. He's had a rough life. Maybe he sticks with the vigilante business. but I really love headcanons where he gets out of it, and focuses on something calmer, like his art. (I do appreciate and love the veterinarian Damian AUs, but im going for FULL calmness, you know? And doctor/vet work is Not calm lol)

So yeah, maybe he grows a real passion for heroism, maybe he doesn't? Maybe he goes on to be an artist and that's just what he does. Bro is ready to settle down as a scarred, veteran trophy husband and i adore him for that.

(Sorry lol i just love Damian and i love the idea of him growing out of both of his parent's legacies. Let him live his own life!!! He fights so so hard for at least 15 years. ALL 15 years of his life. He deserves to have some peace.)

Tim

Tim i think would need a much different story to join the Batfam. He still starts out as a stalker who follows batman and. . . . . . . Redimar (meaning Redemption iykyk (I just spend 17min researching names rip)) at night, takes photos, etc... Since Damian doesn't die, maybe he finds Tim? and like, tim is like 11 and Damian is 17 or 18. He's started going out as Redimar less and less, not that B really minds? In fact hes probably happy for his son so...

But then Damian finds Tim, and now he has to keep going out because he can't let this kid get himself killed like this. He would hold himself accountable since hes the only reason Tim keeps going out so much- also i imagine Tim follows Redimar more than Batman.

Cue a classic Tim Joining The Batfam plotline. They get to know each other better, get a grasp on Tim's situation, Damian finally introduces Tim to Bruce... (Probably something like Dami: "Father, this is my new brother. Timothy, say hello to Father," Tim: "Hello, Father," Dami: "Perfect." Bruce: "*falls off the batchair*)

Anyway, so, Tim ends up kinda just merging with the Waynes. They start training him, its all good and nice, and Tim makes his own little hero team unlike Damian, which is actually pretty interesting here; its Tim who made the first young hero team. Damian only ever had Jon (Superboy 1 in this!!) and he finds Young Just Us and becomes a great leader and its all fine and dandy.

Tim and Damian get along well. Damian is the sage older brother whos kinda distant, but only because he has such high emotional walls (but secretly a softy). He is very much like Bruce- nope, nevermind, hes definitely worse than Bruce in this AU, since Bruce is depicted as being much more agreeable before Jason's death, you know? So yeah, Damian is the emotionally constipated bitch in the fam and we love him for that. But hey!! Tim does manage to get through his walls! And Bruce does sometimes too!! (Tho i imagine Bruce and Damian's relationship to be very.. idk let me try to expalain. Dami: "Father." Bruce: "Son :)" Dami: "Tt." Bruce: *nods* "Hrn." Dami: "Hmph." Bruce: "Hm.") DO U PICK UP WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN--- lmfao. They hardly need words.

Tim ends up growing up very very capable. Once his parents die, he gets a little jaded, but hes still Tim. He and Damian become kind of an... ice prince duo? If you get what I mean. But Tim is the one whos actually the ice prince, Damian is secretly a HUGE softie. He is Delicate and Tim protects him lmfao.

Jason

Jason comes along like he does in canon. Has the same backstory. Tries to steal the Batmobile's wheels. Tim is sleeping over at Damian's flat for the night, so its just Bruce. They bond. Shit happens. Jason joins the fam.

I don't imagine them not getting along, but they don't immediately hit it off either. Jason is wary of all of them for a time, but he ends up warming up to Damian pretty fast after realizing what a softie he is. He pokes fun at Damian and Damian just freaking takes it lmao. Hes an adult he cannot be disturbed. Bro has seen too much and he finds Jason adorable. (Dami: "You were never this cute, Timothy." <- he is lying. Tim: *offended* "What the fu- flip!?" Jason: "Lmao Tim just say fuck." Dami: *deadpan stare* Tim: "JASON NO DONT SAY THE FUCK WORD-") ahem.

anywho and then Jason dies rip skill issue ratio.

The whole batfam is heartbroken. Genuinely shattered. Jason was a light in their lives. Not that they were WITHOUT any light, but Jason was the epitome of a sunshine child.

It's been too long since Damian has killed someone. Bro's god oodles and oodles of trauma. He can't bring himself to kill the Joker.

but Tim can.

It's a whole dramatic thing; Damian feels awful that he made his- now only- little brother kill. Bruce is hella upset but feels responsible for not seeing how badly both of his kids were handling the death of their brother. Tim goes a little off the deep end.

Things turn out.... okay. sort of. but not really. Tim changes his hero name to Red Cardinal. He feels pretty lost. Maybe he stumbles into Ra's al Ghul or smthn idk maybe smthn happens there perhaps. Maybe Damian has to put on Redimar again and rescue him? But its less of a rescue and more of a "Stop joining the dark side Tim jesus christ-" (and it does work).

They go home. Tim gets a boyfriend or two. Damian falls into his art. Bruce is throwing himself into work. They're all kind of a mess, but they keep moving.

and then

Dick

(lmao that sounded wrong)

ahem; and then the circus comes to town. The batfam- well, Tim, Damian, and Bruce- all decide to get together to do something fun. Take the opportunities given, yk? So they go to the circus together.

Wham bam rip the falling Flying Graysons.

They see Dick, breaking apart, and they know they have to do something. Bruce is the first to move. Then Tim. Damian is the last.

It's pretty quick getting Dick home, since Bruce is already a foster parent cuz of Tim yk. So Dick doesn't have to suffer in Juvie at all really. But that doesn't change the fact that he is ANGRY.

Dick is SO angry. he wants to kill the person who murdered his parents. He knows what he saw.

The fam of course do their best to investigate. Mostly Tim, who feels unworthy of being around an innocent little kid after his whole.... villain era, i suppose lol. (ofc Dick thinks Tim doesnt like him lol misunderstanding arc GO)

The whole "Dick accepts that justice is better than murder kinda maybe FOR NOW" storyline happens, and Dick becomes the conniving, bright, little Robin we all know and love. (Thinking of the Young Justice Cartoon Robin (but not the characters- just Dick's character) aaaand

Womp womp GUESS WHOS BACK

Jason's Back

but i'll leave that for later.

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i think it’d be pretty interesting if tim’s horn was artificial

Pony's your bat boys

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yEaH “wHaT iF”

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oh damn! Ouchies! this hurts my right in my heart 😭😭😭

I come again w/ another Tim Drake au!!

So there's this fanfic "If We Could Only Utter the Words Left Unsaid" by TaintedCure on AO3

And now I wanna share an idea

TW for suicide because of Timothy + death-fueled-time-travel

Basically, whenever somebody kills Tim, they go back in time, and there's no limit to how many times he can die. they go back far enough to prevent his death or not do an attempt on his life

He dies during Titans Tower? Back in time you go Jason!

Cut his line and he broke his neck and died? Damian is now back in time!

Some goon cracked his skull too well? Say hello to the past bucko!

Hell, even accidental murders still register so if you were to accidentally push him off too high a ledge you're getting the Time Travel Treatment

Hey maybe Tim still is aware of his time travel powers, but only when it comes to natural causes (like hypothermia) or suicides, so as a result he thinks he knows it all when he in fact doesn't

So yeah, unless somebody spills, Tim is clueless to the whole truth of his powers

I imagine only old age would do him in at this rate

It'd be like real interesting to see all the POVs, especially if they think they know all the loops

Like there's Tim who's regularly exploited his powers to get perfect results but is trying to convince himself he isn't being too frivolous with his life since he's saving lives or making them better

Then there's the people who did him in and may or may not even be aware that the time travel they experiences was because they killed the Third Robin or got him killed

Then there's the people who've done him in maybe one, twice or multiple times and have clocked into the fact that murdering Tim is an exercise in futility

TW: suicide (powers revolving traveling time by dying), violence/abuse (skip the angst if you don't want the second one), and death.

Now, this is a very interesting concept, and I'm probably gonna get lost in the setup for a bit.

The way that Tim's powers work would have to be defined really well. How far back can he go? In the fic you mentioned, he has a save point, basically. He can die an infinite amount of times, but he'll only return to his save point unless he reaches past the OG time he died. He can play around as much as he wants between the savepoint and his death, but a new savepoint gets set up after he passes his OG death time. It also indicated a decrease in time he went back (or his savepoint was established) so that he'll eventually die for good if he kept using his powers. That solves a lot of continuity issues.

However, the setup for Tim's powers could be like SSS-Class Suicide Hunter. For those who aren't familiar, the MC revives 24 hours in the past. He ends up killing himself thousands of times to end up at least a decade in the past. It's been a while since I've read it, but that's the basics of it.

If we're working off of those rules, anyone who kills Tim is only working with 24 hours in the past. You can add more or less time to fit your AU better.

I have some questions about the setup. You mentioned that the person who kills Tim would get sent back without his knowledge. Therefore, in Tim's mind, has he never been murdered? Or, is it a two for one ride into the past? Does the villain get sent back into the past, but Tim doesn't know the past has been changed? Or does Tim get sent back as well, but he doesn't know the villain is also sent back?

Imma get into the angst in a bit if Tim doesn't get sent back into the past when he gets murdered.

However, the issue with this is fucking with the timestream. If a goon kills Tim, ends up 24 hours in the past, and past Tim kills himself within those 24 hours, what the hell is the timeline? Does the goon still get sent back in time? Does Tim get sent back, and then, when the goon is supposed to, his consciousness gets sent back during that time? Does Tim killing himself wipe out the goon being able to travel back in time?

Continously, I assume if villains found out about the power, they would gun for Red Robin with prejudice because they know they'll get a cheat that way. They get a ticket to the past if they kill the bird. They get a redo.

Alright. Angst time!

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Bruce is the first one to find out about Tim's power. He's training with Tim when, as per usual, he takes it a bit too far. The man has a habit of not pulling his punches in a fucked up version of trying to push Tim away from being Robin. This time, when he punches Tim, the kid doesn't get up. It's a wonder he didn't hear the awful crack or notice Tim's neck wasn't quite right. Only not recieving an answer after berating Tim about not getting up causes Bruce to pause. He doesn't hear breathing.

Oh gods. He doesn't hear breathing. Is Tim dead? Did he kill Tim? Did he break his nec-

Bruce snaps to attention mid lecture to Robin. They are both in the cave (not on the training mats not on the mats not on the mats), and it seems the exact same as it was yesterday when he was yelling at Tim about proper batarang maintenance.

Tim, ever the observant Robin, leans forward as if to ask if Batman was okay. Bruce flinches back.

Tim's eyes widen in shock as he takes a step back. In the year or so he's worked with Bruce, he's never gotten that response to initating touch. Tim's eyes flicker down to his hand in recrimination and puzzlement.

Bruce takes a shaky breath in before dismissing Tim for the night. The child is hesitant to flee but follows the request.

Bruce doesn't know what happened and he's not sure he wants to find out.

This cues Bruce being kinder to Tim and less harsh. The detective figures out that Tim has a time traveling power upon death, but it appears as if Tim isn't aware of it (he doesn't know that Tim constantly kills himself for better results in field). Tim never finds out that Bruce's change in behavior to him was born of guilt. He never learns that his dad killed him.

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Next angst!

Two concepts with Jason.

One, Jason creates a fucked up timeloop with Titan's Tower where he kills Tim over and over again in fucked up ways until he satiates his desire for bloodlust. If Tim is still aware of the Tower incident, that's because Jason wanted him to be. Whether Jason becomes guilty about this timeloop he created or not could also be explored. There is a fic out there kind of similar to this concept (timeloop Titan's Tower, not the added element of Tim's powers).

Two, Bruce does end up killing Jason in the showdown with the Joker. He batarang slices Jason's neck, the building blows up, and Jason never emerges. There's a few ways to add on top of this angst. If Titan's Tower happened before this (and Tim was left beaten), that means Tim chose to kill himself to save Jason. Jason will never know. That, or Titan's Tower happens afterwards and Jason tortures Tim not knowing the teen saved him from a second death at the hands of his father (ironically Tim also doesn't know that he's been killed by Bruce).

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Last Angst!

Damian finds out about Tim's power and abuses it constantly. He's a kid that was raised to be an assassin and found someone he can kill that also gives him the benefit of getting away with anything. As long as the kill goes through, he's golden.

Eventually, Damian starts to slow down on this. He doesn't really want to see Drake choking on blood again.

He one day finds that he hasn't tried to kill Drake in months and he doesn't really want to try to.

Then he finds that list.

Then he cuts Drake's line.

Then he has to relive those 24 hours again knowing he killed someone he was starting to trust.

Bonus angst if Tim finds out, jokingly asks his family members how many times they have killed them, and finds out Dick is the only one who hasn't (Tim killed himself after the 16th birthday incident and he somewhat blames Alfred for that, though he'll never tell him).

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In honor of mermay, but not related to any prompts:

“I don’t trust that guy,” Jason narrowed his eyes, jabbing a finger at the weird not-human and his half-human son chatting with fully-human Bruce and fully-human Alfred.

“Relax, Jay,” their fully selkie not-human brother drawls with his legs in their giant pool filled with aquarium-grade water, “It’s just Uncle Clark with his son.”

Tim shrugs, “I dunno, they look weird… and smell weird. Cass says theyre- and I quote- really weird, if Cass says they’re weird? Sorry, Dick, they’re weird.”

“So…” Dick puts on a cheshire smile and leans forward, “you can even say they’re Super -weird? Eh? Wha- AUGH!”

Tim yelped, flinging himself out of the pool as Jason lurched forward to yank the selkie into the water. Cass was laughing below the surface, a wide smile on her face as Dick floundered and screeched. Jason had his claws hooked into the selkie’s pants with a bright grin.

“BRUCE!” Dick screeched, the sound of struggle clear within this floor of the manor, and Tim pulls his caudul fin out of the water in disgust, “ALFRED! HELP, I’M- AUAGDHGAGAHDHFPFPSPFGSAGO—”

“What is going on here?” Bruce walked over to examine the scene with an incredulous expression, “Jason, let your brother go!”

The lionfish mer hissed in displeasure, but released the selkie after a stern look from the butler.

“BRUCE!” Dick gasped dramatically, clawing himself onto the floor. His Pelt remained dry, but everything else about Dick was sopping wet. There was even a puddle forming under him.

Tim eyed him warily, flattening his cranial fin as Damian approached with the other half-human, half not-human spawn of the not-human Dick had named “Clark”.

“Grayson, cease you incessant chatter,” Damian huffed before addressing his… “friend”, “Jon, feast your eyes upon our mers.”

The older human walked over while Bruce ranted to Clark about his children’s “dramatics”. Meanwhile, Damian was still talking, “Timothy is a pedigree mer. He is born of a prestigious bloodline, and his scales echo his worth. The previous humans he resided with were not providing him with the proper enrichment a mer of his value should have, and so Father rescued him.”

Tim grimaced at the human’s description before glancing at his red-dappled tail, “Thanks?”

“What do you have to say about me?” Jason swam over and propped himself upon the ledge of the pool with a grin.

Damian sniffed and gave Jason a side-long glare while “Jon” giggled.

“He looks pretty,” the bright boy commented while his… brother(?) hummed.

“I think this guy looks prettier, kinda like a koi.”

Jon examined Tim’s tail before nodding, “Hmm, you’re right!”

Tim frowned, feeling suddenly self conscious at the attention.

Damian sniffed, “Please do not scrutinize Timothy! He is a sensitive mer, and I will not allw you to unsettle him! Jason, on the other hand, is hardier- though I advise you to keep a healthy distance from his spines. His piscine breed is that of a lionfish-”

Jason grins and flashes his fins like the show-off he is.

“-and Father rescued him from an illegal mer trade,” Damian finished.

“What about her down there?” the older half-human asked, peer down at Cass, who popped up to wave and tap Tim’s tail. With a smile, he flicked his tail and artfully drenched the older half-human with the pool water.

“Kon!” the little one exclaimed in shock, and Tim darted away before Bruce coild spot him.

“Jason!” Bruce called again, “We don’t splash guests either!”

“But-!”

“I doesn’t matter if he was annoying, we don’t splash guests!” Bruce sighed in exasperation before returning to his conversation with an amused Clark and an equally entertained Alfred.

Damian continued on with his infodumping, “Cassandra is a mer who escaped from a facility ran by my grandfather, who was trying to create the ultimate weapon for marine warfare.”

“Oh!” Kon blinked in surprise, “That… was not what I was expecting!”

“I kinda feel bad for them,” Jon commented, but Jason waved him off.

“Don’t worry about Cass. If she was in any real danger, she’ll just electrocute you and then rip your throat out!”

“That’s so cool!” Jon chirped eagerly while Kon remained slightly peturbed.

Tim shrugged, “I guess, but it’s kinda… just our lives. Dick has seen so much more of the world than any of us.”

“Maybe, but he’s an asshole,” Jason replied and Cass nodded in agreement. The selkie jerked upright with an affronted gasp and a mock-offended expression.

“Excuse me! I am not an asshole!”

“Mhm, sure not,” Jason countered with a flap of his hand. Before Dick could continue his defense, Bruce approached once more with Clark and Alfred at his side.

The not-human helped Dick to his feet before addressing the two half-human boys, “Alright, boys. It’s getting pretty late, so we should head back to the farm before Ma and Pa worry.”

The boys chorused their agreement before… floating and flying out of the manor? Tim thinks that not-human and his half-human sons were weird.

Bruce took in a breath before kneeling down in front of them, “Okay, kids. I know your thoughts on strangers in the manor-”

Jason interrupted with a flat expression, “If they weren’t kids, then I would’ve stung them.”

Tim huffed as Bruce’s expression tightened, “Okay, I wouldn’t have done something as extreme as Jason, but I really don’t like strangers in the manor… I kinda don’t mind that Kon, though.”

“What?! Tim!” Jason gasped in offense and Tim groans.

“Shut up, Jason! He had shiny things, okay!”

“Timmy has a crush!” Cass teased swimming over to wrap herself around Tim’s torso and drag him underwater. Very wisely, Tim decided it was in his best interest to not fight with the electric eel.

“Ugh, I wish I’d sting him sooner!”

“You will not be stinging anyone,” Bruce admonished, and Tim could hear Jason boo in dissatisfaction before joining Cass and Tim underwater.

“Father, I support Jason’s idea,” Damian chimed in, “we should allow him to sting Timothy’s potential paramore, for Timothy is a regal creature and shall not be paired up with such a thing below his standing!”

Tim groans in exasperation, the sound echoed by Bruce as he thrashed his red-white tail. Suddenly, the water churned and a ringed seal joined them in the pool, his eyes bright with mischief and whimsy.

As Bruce watched his fish (and seal) children tussel together underwater, he pulls Damian close against his side. Alfred rests his hand on Bruce’s shoulder, and the man cannot help but marvel at how far all of them have come since their first introduction into this… messy and patchwork family who now all call the Wayne Manor home…

Bruce could not be happier.

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i know right 😭😭😭😭 i love the rest of the batfam as much as the next person……. but like, a little vindication would be nice

No.....I Can't Have Finished Them All!!! No!!! I Wnat More! I Need More!! Torture for my boy can only do so much!! I Need REVENGE!!! GUILT!!!! REVELATIONS!!! DRAMA!!!! CONFRONTATIONS!!!!!!!!!

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we (i) desperately need skaterboi tim back 😔😔😔

give tim back his skateboard

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left to right: fries, chips, (i cant tell what those are), cookies, soda, candy (i think?? its either candies or gummies), cigs, beanies, cotton candy

I /did/ grow up around many different dialects, and it all congealed into.... something so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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O' Little Fledgling, With Your Pretty-Pretty Wings

This is like, 1.5k words btw

you can also find this on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/55283974

Tim was… he was confused. He thought he might be running a fever, but that lucid thought was quickly chased away by the instincts that slammed into him. He staggered out on his balcony, his mind hazy and clouded as his hands trembled and clutched the metal. There was a creaking sound, but Tim could barely bring himself to care. Tim had been feeling off all week, and the sensation had been growing before peaking a few hours ago.

Without a second thought, Tim flung himself off of his balcony, thoughts consumed by the need for his flock as desperate chirps of distress and flock-flock-where fell from his lips.

He grunted as he slammed into a billboard, hissing angrily as he ripped himself away from it, sharp talons slicing neatly through the material as he flared his wings out. His flying was unstable and shaky, but it was... somewhat serviceable. All he needed to do was get back to his roost, and his flock should all be there. But when he flew a little too close to the ground, an oncoming truck slammed into him, flinging Tim ruthlessly to the side. Tim could feel the his bones creak under the stress, but the hazy avian just shook it off. He was growing foggier by the second, but his mind was occupied by his sole need to return to the manor.

The avian braces himself before taking to the air once more, shooting off into the air as fast as his body will allow him before flashing open his wings and easing into a glide. He angles his wings carefully, subtle muscle memory taking hold to conserve the most amount of energy possible while he beelines straight for the manor.

The wind whistling and whipping past his ears alongside the clear air allowed a brief reprise from the fog and his instincts. 

Tim blinks and shakes his head to clear it a little more, but every time he even thinks about leaving his trajectory, his veins fill with panic and he succumbs back to his overwhelming instincts. Tim's sharp eyes zero in on a clear entrance into his roost, and as excitement begins to fill his chest, Tim snaps his wings shut and dives for the manor when-

SMACK!

He’d slammed head-first into a window. 

The avian hissed angrily, scrambling at the plexiglass with irritated notes rattling from deep within his chest. He beat his wings and tried for another point of entrance, but when that didn't work either, the avian could begin to feel himself grow frantic, he has to get into his roost- he needs to.

With wings flared wide, Tim once again began to circle the manor, searching desperately for an entrance to the manor. His eyes scanned the manor’s windows, narrowing at the deceptively clear glass with open distrust before his attention locked onto a window with a shadow standing just beyond it. He snapped his wings shut and dove for the window, swinging his legs out at the last moment to land properly. Luckily, the shape had thrown the windows up just in time to prevent Tim from crashing through the windows... again.

“Tim! Babybird- what the hell?!”

Tim’s head snapped up as he focused on the voice and shape... It was flock!

He shot up and snagged Dick’s sleeves with his talons, dragging the older along with wide, dilated pupils and a volley of probing chirps. 

Dick was struggling against him, resisting the avian's insistent tugs with an equal parts concerned and confused expression stretched across his face, “Tim, what’s- what’s going on? What happened, are you okay?”

The younger turned around to face his brother, his haze-addled brain registering nothing but the tone of Dick’s voice. Tears began to well in his eyes as his hind-brain churned out a confused rejection-confused-distressed. He clung tighter onto his brother’s shirt, tears beginning to overflow as Tim’s lip began to tremble. 

Dick fumbled, staring down at Tim with a panicked and helpless expression, “Oh, shit- Tim! Uh… How- How about I give everyone a call, alright? Let me shoot everyone a text and- and I’ll follow you, okay? Just- just please don't cry!"

As Tim continued to tug and pull insistently at Dick’s arm, curling his talons so as to not harm him, Dick quickly fished out his phone and shot the family group chat a quick text.

[We're All Batty Here]

[Biggest Bird]:

Help!!!

😟 😟 😟 😟 

Tim’s dragging me somewhere and I don’t know what to do!!!

[Littlest Bat]:

Richard, what in the world are you blabbing on about???

[Biggest Bird]

No time to ecpaib

Ger jelp!''''?'!!!

Dick yelps as Tim swats the phone out of his hand with a hiss before continue to drag him elsewhere. Dick’s long since abandoned trying to get Tim to respond, but this hasn’t ever happened before... Well, at least not with Tim. Jason has done similar things, but Dick was never really... Present for that... Dick has never really there for Jason, now that he thinks about it...

Tim bee-lined straight for Bruce’s room, where he easily deposited Dick onto the Alaskan King bed. Talons dug into the sheets as Tim stared Dick down, his ice-blue eyes were barely visible rings around the endless pupils as he chittered a shaky yet hopeful flock-stay-please?

“Uh… sure?” Dick replied uncertainly as Tim huffed in a pleased manner before scampering away to search for... something?

Dick, after ensuring that the coast was clear, booked it out of the room to snatch up his phone before scrambling back onto Bruce's bed. He sighed in relief, glad to be once again reunited his his phone. Right as he unlocked it, Dick receive a call from Jason.

“Jason! Jason, I have no clue what’s going on with Tim! I was just visiting the manor to grab something when I saw Tim trying to kick through in a window!!!”

Dick was highkey worried. Jason was an avian too, so maybe he knew what was going on with Tim? Dick had barely interacted with Jason before the second Robin had died, and by the time Jason had returned to them, he and Dick were no longer on that good of terms anymore. Despite Jason’s... tumultuous relationship with the rest of the family slowly mending, the pair’s relationship hadn’t returned to what it once was. 

His brother’s voice filtered through the phone, the sound accompanied by the tell-tale sound of flight, “I’m en route, eta... thirty seconds? Did he throw you in Bruce's room or something?”

“Uh, yeah, how’d you know?” Dick winced as Tim as he charged into the room with a triumphant chirp, his arms full of soft blankets, linens, and pillows that he threw haphazardly onto the bed before darting out of the room once more. “He also just shoved a whole bunch of blankets and pillows at me and ran out again... I honestly have no clue what to do, and... I’m too scared to try and leave...”

“Don’t,” Jason warned, “Tim would probably hunt you down, and in his current state you would not like that.”

"Ugh, alright..." Dick sighed and leaned back as Jason hung up on him. He burrowed into the mound of pillows and blankets, swiping through his phone before pulling out a CandyCrush knock-off tile-matching-game Tim had downloaded for him a while ago. 

After around twenty minutes of mindless matching, the sound of Tim’s chirps filled the halls as he steadily grew closer and closer. Dick perked up and peered out of the open door, blinking in surprise as Tim returned carrying a disgruntled Damian in his arms while Cass trailed behind him, her expression clear with amusement. 

“Uh, Dami? Cass? Did Tim kidnap you two as well?”

Damian huffed, grimacing as Tim sat him onto the bed before racing out of the room once again. Cass spoke up for the two of them, “I followed. Dami was kidnapped.”

“Only Drake would be idiotic enough to succumb to his stupid instincts,” Dick’s youngest brother grouched while Cass climbed willingly onto the bed and shoved herself under Dick's arm.

Dick shot him a sympathetic smile, “Jason should be here soon, and I’m sure he’ll know how to help Tim better. But for now, he just said to stay on the bed and not to go anywhere.”

Cass smiled and smushed her face into Dick’s side, watching the game intently. Damian pouted and decided to join the two, wiggling so that he could stick his head underneath Dick’s other arm, like a reluctant cat.

Not even a few seconds later came the sound of Tim’s insistent chirps and Bruce’s confused voice. Dick couldn't help the amused smile that crept onto his face as Bruce appeared in the doorway with a determined Tim shoving him along. 

“Tim, please- I can walk. I-” Tim interrupted the stream of words with a loud, rattling hiss. He pointed firmly at the bed, his irritated expression and splayed wings relaxing once Bruce had sat down. Tim had turned around to try and find something, only to be met with Jason standing behind him. 

Tim chirped happily, wings and feathers rustling as he tugged Jason forward, a stream of flock-flock-flock falling from his lips.

Here-here-here Jason replies dutifully, and Tim could nearly cry from the sheer euphoria at a bond reciprocated. He gave Jason a final yank before fluttering over to nestle onto the bed. Tim squeaked and churred, adjusting the blankets and pillows into something comfortable. A hand brushed against his wing, and Tim felt himself tense and bare his fangs, but as the dexterous fingers began to card through his wing and smooth down his feathers, Tim couldn't do anything but melt into a hapless puddle of chirps and purrs.

With his family surrounding him and a gentle hand preening through his feathers, Tim could not do anything but succumb to the thick and welcoming fog of sleep.

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I'll tidy it up, I dont mind picking up after us - Clean by Noah Floersch

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PREACH. SAY IT LOUD AND PROUDDD!!!!

give tim back his skateboard

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I think they should let Stephanie be Batman, even if it’s just for a few minutes so she can have a go at every Mantel that tends to be passed down

Also I think it would be hilarious for like one night a year batman is a blonde woman who’s robin changes every year (they all play rock-paper-scissors for the position)