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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Trans Tim Drake (DCU), Bottom Tim Drake (DCU), pretty tim drake, Tim "Ducky" Drake, AFAB Language for Tim Drake's Genitalia, Crossdressing, Tim Drake is Caroline Hill, Top Damian Wayne, Prom, Damian Wayne-centric, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Damian Wayne Gets a Hug, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Bonding, Morally Ambiguous Tim Drake (DCU), Possessive Damian Wayne, Jealous Damian Wayne, Dark Tim Drake (DCU), Dark Damian Wayne, Revenge, Non-Graphic Violence, Hate Crimes, One-Sided Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Flirting, TimMay, #Timmay, Shower Sex, Loss of Virginity, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hopeful Ending, Relationship Negotiation, Pining Damian Wayne, Movie: Carrie (1976), Tim Drake and Damian Wayne are Carrie White, if that makes any sense, Tim Drake Cares About Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne Loves Tim Drake, Song: Homecoming (Ethel Cain), Song: Untouched (The Veronicas), Song: The Absence of God (Rilo Kiley) Series: Part 10 of scarlet starlet Summary:

“I don’t understand why I have to accompany him.” Timothy groaned out as he rolled his eyes at Bruce’s orders.

“It’s only for one night, Timothy.” Bruce insisted while maintaining his stoic attitude as he stood before Tim. Despite the lack of the cowl, Bruce spoke to him as if he was giving orders on the field, the gravitas in his voice was heavy.

“Despite his nasty attitude, I doubt that there isn’t any desperate teenager out there willing to put up with it for one night.” Tim bitterly replied, and he wasn’t lying either. Damian had grown up into a fine man, inheriting both of his parents’ innate charm and attractiveness.

“Please, Ducky.” Bruce pleaded, his voice softer with fondness as he called Tim his favorite pet name.

“Fucking hell, alright!” Tim finally conceded at the sight of Bruce begging. “I’ll go to prom with Damian.” Under his breath, he added. “What a shitty fucking promposal.”

“Do try to make yourself look decent, Drake.” At that moment, Damian appeared at the door. “I refuse to make a fool out of myself.”

Damian takes Timothy Drake as his date for the Prom.

Late contributon for #Timmay 2025 Day 1: Pink!!

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timothy's tiff

Jason had just gotten back to his dim base after his nightly patrol around Crime Alley, exhaustion seeping from his bones.

"I need you to settle something for me." A familiar voice called out to him, which admittedly startled him as he directed a gun towards its direction.

Once he got his bearings, the was met with the sight of Tim Drake lounging in his base as if he had long belonged there. With a sigh of relied masked to project annoyance, Jason lower his gun. "Whatever happened to Hello, Handsome, or Oh, Master Jason, you look absolutely dashing today?" He jested as he took off his helmet, his eyes not leaving Tim's figure.

Tim paid his jest no mind as he directly asked. "You slept with Talia right?"

"Keep your voice down, unless you want me to end up in a ditch somewhere courtesy of that demon brat." Jason chided as he sat beside the younger robin.

"So you did?" Tim undeterred, pressed further. Those blue eyes widening in curiosity.

"Not my best moment, but I needed to get back at Bruce the easiest way I knew." Jason couldn't help but to cringe upon recalling his tryst with Talia. It was a mistake and they both knew it, but still he pushed through with it.

"Please don't tell me you were pit drunk when you fucked her."

"Contrary to popular belief, I don't lose my rationality when the pit takes over." Jason scoffed out, taking a slight offense at this assumption. "My inhibitions just get significantly lowered and instincts are honed in."

"Whatever, so you still clearly remember the experience?"

"Yes I do, but mind your fucking attitude, Pretty Bird." Jason half-heartedly chided as he took off his armor. "Aren't you the one asking for a favor?"

Tim immediately straddled on his lap, those blue eyes pierced right through Jason's entire being before he demanded. "Fuck me."

Jason couldn't believe the words he was hearing. "Excuse me, what?"

Jason could clearly see the fires of determination in Tim's eyes. "Fuck me and tell me if I'm better than her."

Jason couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of this whole thing. Of course, Jason had to get roped into this bullshit. "I knew this had something to do with your fucked up relationship with Daddy Bats."

"He won't say anything. He thinks he's being decent and polite but it's only hurting me." Tim easily confessed as he pouted, still on top of Jason's lap as if he wasn't a grown man. "I'm sure it hurts Talia too, seeing him fuck his former protege."

"You know what? Now it all makes sense why she wanted you out of the picture so bad." Jason commented as he rubbed his chin. "She even got print-outs of your pictures to obsess over."

Tim rolled his eyes as if it was common knowledge that Talia hated him. "Tell me something I don't know, Jason."

"I don't know, Timbo. Why me?" Jason playfully resisted as he continued to question Tim. "Why not find any of the hundreds of other men who Talia slept with?"

"Please, Jason. You're blunt and I know you wouldn't lie just to spare my feelings." Tim pleaded with a sweeter tone as he gently caresses Jason's body. The younger Robin planted himself on top of Jason's crotch as his length twitched in interest. "I need you."

Jason wasn't exactly foolish enough to turn down free pussy, especially when i came from Timothy who Bruce had monopolized for years. In the rare event that Bruce might get his head out of his ass and lock Tim down, Jason may never have this chance at all. Besides, from the pleased look on Tim's face, it was as if the boy already knew that Jason will inevitably succumb to his wiles. Jason might as well be selfish and have fun with it.

They found themselves tumbling in Jason's bed as Tim showcased his best under the sheets. Jason eagerly taking all the pleasure that Tim had provided him.

"Well?" Tim asked after he had caught his breath.

"I don't know. I can't really directly compare. Talia and I didn't exactly stop after one round." Jason teased with a salacious wink. He already knew his answer, but he had wanted to milk the situation.

Tim groaned in annoyance as straddle on top of Jason's bulky body again. "Why didn't you say beforehand?"

Before they both knew it, the sun had begun to rise. Now, they were both completely exhausted and utterly fucked out as they laid beside each other in Jason's bed.

"Well?" Tim asked in a tone that was more breath than syllable.

"You're better okay? Is that you wanted to hear? Now, let's go to fucking bed." Jason found himself saying in a tone louder than he projected. Frankly, he was fatigued at this point, and even if he wanted to fuck Tim's brains out again, his body was unwilling. He wrapped Tim's lithe frame in a tight bear hug as slumber overtook both of them.

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"You need to elaborate Jason." Tim whined for the past hour as Jason tried to cook them some food to eat. Ever since they had woken up, Tim won't stop badgering him to expound on his answer. He was naive to think that the World's Greatest Junior Detective will be satisfied by a simple confirmation.

"She's got centuries of experience above you, but your enthusiasm more than makes up for it." Jason scoffed out as he placed a plate before Tim. "Looks are subjective, but yours happens to fall more in line with my type, so yours is better in comparison. Happy now?"

Tim shot him a genuine smile. "Thank you, Jason, for settling this tiff and for the food."

"Go shut your trap and eat your food."

After a moment of silence, peacefully eating the meal Jason had graciously made for them, he broke the silence. "So with this information, what do you plan on doing with it?"

"Aside from relishing in the fact that all she got on me are bodies and a couple of years?" Tim cheekily answered with his cheeks still full. "I suppose I should start sleeping around more, maybe I could learn a thing or two."

"Well, you know my door is always closed, but I'm sure you'll find a way in." Jason winked at him, excitement brewing in his stomach at the possibility of sleeping with Tim again.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"So... who's better in bed? Me or Bruce?" Jason teased with a wide grin.

"Don't ask me questions, you don't want to know the answers to." Tim shot him down.

"Fine, I didn't need to know anyway." Jason playfully sneered as he began to clean up their now empty plates.

"You mind if I head out? I need to talk to Dick about something."

"Don't tell me you're about to hit up Dick to find out who's better, you or Selina..." Jason jested with a hearty laugh.

"The fuck I look like getting back to a has-been?" Tim replied with too much snark for it to come off as harmless.

"That's low even for you, Pretty Bird." Jason grimaced with an awkward laugh. "I knew B brought out the worst in you, but damn."

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i don't care what girls you hurt as long you come home to me.

It was half-past 3 am and Tim was waiting in Bruce's office in Wayne Manor. He was accompanied by nothing but the harsh silence, broken only by the soft crackling of the fire before him. The fire was about to die out as the flames waned, this was the third time Tim was going to add more fuel to keep the fire going.

The rancid smell of vomit and alcohol made itself known as the door as Bruce's plastered figure entered the room. Instead of acknowledging Tim with a quick greeting or an apology even, he went straight to the drink bar tucked secretly inside a wooden globe.

"Bruce." Tim called out to him, suppressing the hurt in his heart upon the man's indifference.

Bruce finally turned to his direction and stared at him with vacant eyes as if he doesn't recognize Tim who had spent majority of his life, serving him. Tim took this time to finally look at Bruce. It's been years since they've met, and time certainly had done no favors for both of them. Greying hairs now overtook the dark ebony strands in Bruce's head, wrinkles littered his face, and all usual sharpness in his face replaced by a softness that saggy oh so slightly. Beyond all these signs of aging, Tim couldn't help but still find Bruce so handsome.

He even caught him pulling up the locations of previous Lazarus Pits, seemingly tracking its possible locations. At the end of the day, even if he vehemently denied it, there was a part of Bruce that was a creature of vanity akin to everybody else.

However, it also wasn't lost on Tim that there were remnants of cheap rogue around Bruce's throat, and an underlying sweet smell of floral perfume underneath the stench of vomit and alcohol. A pit of despair made itself known around his stomach.

Tim knew that Bruce was quite self-conscious about his aging, especially when you take into his consideration as a notorious playboy billionaire. Logically, it was quite a normal progression for Bruce to start overcompensating for his increasing age and looming bachelor reputation by sleeping with any pretty thing that throws attention his way.

Tim knew this first-hand because he was once that pretty little thing that Bruce was sweet on. He remembered a time where Bruce loved taking him to every gala, much more since the rest of his kids didn't feel the need to accompany him. Bruce shown Tim around like a prized jewel in his possession. Tim would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. However as years passed by, Bruce stopped taking him all together. With a bullshit reason on his tongue about it being inappropriate, taking his adopted ward as his date. However, Tim knew the truth, that Bruce was merely opting to take a prettier and younger thing in his arm and to enjoy.

Tim albeit still young was no longer shiny and new - at least in Bruce's eyes. However, that didn't stop the bastard from asking Tim to warm his bed every time, he couldn't be bothered to find a partner.

Tim will never forget the laugh that came out of Selina when he tried to confide in her about Bruce's habits.

"I never despited you, Kitten. Sure, there were fleeting moments of resentment, but I mostly pitied you." Selina earnestly told him with a satisfied smile, despite her scathing words, Tim could tell that she wasn't being malicious. "I also love Bruce in all his fucked up glory, but I have the power to step away any time. But you? You might be stuck with that bastard for the rest of his life, and the most heartbreaking thing is, you might actually be okay with it."

Those words ricocheted around Tim's mind as he looked at the man he has loved for most of his whole life. The same man who never once uttered that he loved him back. He slowly approached Bruce as if he was trying to befriend a startled animal. Any wrong move will immediately prompt his immediate departure.

"I don't care what girls you hurt as long you come home to me." Tim softly whispered to Bruce akin to a heartfelt prayer. He liked to think that it was more of a rational compromised, but he knew that it came off more as a desperate plea.

"You should respect yourself more, Tim." Bruce casually brushed him off, effectively shattering his heart in the process. "Go to bed. You have a mission tomorrow."

With that Bruce had promptly left the room, leaving Tim along in his wake. The alcohol he was looking for forgotten on the table as the flames in the fire place finally died down.

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When Tim finally found the strength to leave the room, he was met with an intruder outside of Bruce's office.

"Sheesh, that was harsh." Jason commented after a long whistle, his back was against the wall.

Tim was tired in every sense of the word, he didn't have the will to deal with this right now. "What do you want, Jason?"

"I think the better question is, what the hell do you want, now that your favorite option is no longer on the table?" Jason snarked, holding no bars. "I don't care the girls you hurt as long as you come home to me? We both know that's selfish and frankly pathetic even for you, Tim."

"What the hell, would you know?!" Tim couldn't control his voice any longer. "Does this given you some sick form of satisfaction? Punching me when I'm already down."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" Jason easily matched his volume, fury evident in his voice, gone was the lingering amusement earlier. "I'm the one who had to pick up all the pieces when Bruce wouldn't give nor accept the love you wanted. Don't fucking pretend you're just a perfect victim in this scenario because you've hurt a lot of people to be with that man. All perfectly good men who genuinely loved you, just to chase after a bastard who doesn't even love you enough to commit."

Tim was rendered speechless at every thing being laid out in front of him, tears finally forming in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"No offense, Pretty Bird, but I've long given up on you. Your apology no longer mean anything to me, but I appreciate nonetheless." Jason's furious voice melted into something that resembled a mixture of fondness and sorrow. "He's right though, you should respect yourself more. Maybe, you'll realize that there's more to life than Waynes."

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There was usually an exclusive gala ongoing in Gotham City almost every month and as usual, Tim found himself in attendance. As he grew older, Tim had developed some form of appreciation of these little get-togethers, seeing the rich and powerful purposely create an environment that encourages contention, pride and debauchery was amusing to him. These people forcing themselves to perform a character or risk alienation as they carefully navigate the vicious circles of the upper echelon.

"I've fetched you a drink, Habibi." A deeper voice called out to Tim.

Tim could help the smile on his face as he turned to face the voice. "Thank you for being such a gentleman, Damian."

"Mr. and Mrs.- er, Mr. Wayne, congrats on your marriage. Your wedding was quite beautiful." One of Bruce's old business partners greeted them with a smarmy smile.

"Actually, it's Mr. and Mr. Wayne-al Ghul." Damian promptly corrected him as he wrapped his large hand around Tim's waist, leaning down to kiss him deeply.

"Ah, yes. My apologies." The old man replied as his eyes turned towards Tim. "Timothy, you're looking ravishing as ever. I guess, you really ended up becoming one of the Waynes."

A wide, saccharine smile formed on Tim's face. "I guess old habits, die hard."

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Unpunishable

Kon decided to prank Tim by spreading some false rumors to see the boy’s reaction.

He barged into Red Robin’s room in the Young Justice base, only to be met by his target working on something on his computer. “Tim! I can’t believe Batman actually admitted you’re his favorite Robin while under the influence of a truth serum.”

“Yeah, I better fucking be.” Tim let out a humorless laugh as he maintained his focus on his computer.

“Woah! That’s oddly cocky for you, Red.” Kon was taken aback from Tim’s confident answer. He was confused since he was used to Tim being typically meek and self-effacing when it came to Batman and the rest of the Robins. “What the hell makes you so confident?”

Tim’s bright blue eyes finally rip away from his screen as he directed it towards Kon. “Confident? I just thought this was already common knowledge.”

Kon knew that Tim was brilliant in many ways than one. Hell, Tim is Kon’s favorite Robin by a long shot. However, he also knew that this was an unpopular opinion. He knew most people preferred the original, or the latest one. “You’re going up against, his oldest son, his son that died in his arms, and his actual biological son. How can you ensure that you’re Bruce’s favorite when each and every one of his other Robins holds some significance for him. Er, no offense.”

“You just answered your own question, Kon.” Those bright blue eyes seemed to pierce right through him. “I’m not his son.”

“Tim, I didn’t meant it like that.” Kon started to apologize after realizing the implication of his words.

“Don’t worry, I’m not offended at all.” Tim brushed off his apology. “There was always been a degree of separation between Bruce and I ever since I started my tenure as Robin, especially after Jason’s death. All of them were chosen as Robin, I took the mantle for myself. And I was just that, Robin, but not a Wayne son.”

“But you ended up being adopted by Bruce later on, right?”

“I suppose on paper, but that was mainly so the public wouldn’t raise alarms about a boy spending a lot of time with his notoriously, single, middle-aged father of a neighbor.”

“You want to know what makes me Batman’s favorite? It’s because I’m Bruce’s favorite.”

“Isn’t that just the same thing?” Kon didn’t understand what Tim was trying to say. “And how exactly did you become Bruce’s favorite?”

“Bruce Wayne is a starkly different man from Batman, you don’t need to be a detective to know that.” Tim chuckled to himself. “Bruce Wayne is a deeply flawed man with as many baggage as he much money he has in his disposal. To say the least, only a few cope with the complexity of Bruce Wayne, there’s a reason why he naturally shifted into that playboy person, despite pushing his fifties.”

“If Batman is a seemingly perfect and impenetrable beacon of justice, Bruce Wayne is just a broken man who yearns to be loved unconditionally.” Tim continued as he spoke naturally. “I’m not saying that Dick, Jason or Damian doesn’t love Bruce, but it’s not enough. At least, they don’t love him like I do, and Bruce knows this. You know why I’m his favorite? It’s because I’m the only one who loves him unconditionally, no matter how suffocating or painful.”

Kon couldn’t fully process what he had heard, he must’ve misheard the words that came out of Tim’s mouth. He asked again in a softer voice, hoping for more clarification. “Excuse me, what?”

“I warm his bed, that’s why I know I’m his favorite.” Tim finally closes his computer as he stared Kon down, no humor can be found in his expression. “If I’m not, then I fucking deserve to be.”

Kon was rendered speechless as he left his best friend in his room. He didn’t know what he had anticipated when he thought of pulling this prank on Tim, but it wasn’t this. He tried to convince himself that Tim was just playing a prank of him after he had caught on what Kon was trying to do. Tim and Bruce? No, it wasn’t possible.

Funnily enough, a week later, Batman had been injected with a truth serum while on a mission with the Justice League, and he casually admitted that Red Robin was his favorite Robin in front of everybody.

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i only want him if he says it first to me.

"I only want him if he says it first to me." Tim told him out of nowhere, when they were patrolling together. They had been at a stake out in this randomly rooftop for hours now.

"I hate to break it you, Pretty Bird, but you're going to wait for a long ass time before you hear that from B." Jason whistled as he leaned against the concrete. "If you were to ask me, I'd say save yourself the heartbreak."

"That's exactly why I didn't ask you in the first place." Tim shot back without missing a beat. He was a fool if he naively thought confiding to Jason would comfort him. "Besides, it's not like you're the paragon of healthy relationships either."

Jason then approached closer to Tim, taking off his helmet, revealing his emerald eyes that Tim seemed to get lost in. He spoke solemnly with a deep voice. "Ask me, Timothy."

Tim couldn't help but be briefly rendered speechless as Jason encroached into his personal face. He couldn't help but admit that Jason despite everything he had survived, was still beautiful. Tim carefully muttered out. "What do you have to say, Jason?"

Their faces inches apart as Jason slowly declared like a heartfelt prayer. "I want you."

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Motherfucker

It all happened so quickly as ever was recuperating after an exhausting patrol, only for Tim and Bruce started making a scene. Never mind that almost every one was there to bear witness to their lovers’ quarrel. They had been rendered speechless as they have never seen Red Robin so distraught.

“You motherfucker!” Tim spits out, irritation clear in his demeanor. “Literally!”

“Ducky, I apologize, it was decades ago.” Bruce hastily replies, trying to placate his lover.

“Precisely how many decades ago?” Those red-rimmed blue eyes turn to look at Bruce directly in the eyes.

After a beat of silence, Bruce softly responds with the exact number of years which coincides with Tim’s current age.

Tim falls to his knees as he wails. “Oh God!”

“You knew. You fucking knew!” Tim has an epiphany as his glare hardened on Bruce’s exhausted figure. “Despite, all this you still let me fall in love with you.”

“Ducky…”

“I want to have a family, Bruce. I’ve told you this from the very beginning.” Those blue eyes pierce right through Bruce’s entire being. “How could you be so cruel? You’re a selfish man, Bruce Wayne.”

“Are you my biological father?” Tim asks plainly, and the few seconds of silence feels suffocating. But before Bruce could answer, Tim continues. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter.”

“You knew how risky this pregnancy is for me since I’m immunocompromised, yet you still hid something as important as this to me.”

“Ducky, are you?” Bruce responds carefully as his eyes widened in realization.

“I will never let you touch my child.” Tim finally stands up, and walks closer to Bruce. “Something I hope my own mother had done those years ago.”

He leaves the Batcave, leaving everyone in his wake, shellshocked from his reaction.

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“It’s no skin off my back. It’s great that B and the demon brat are out of the picture.” Jason scoffs out, unimpressed and unfazed by the whole situation. “The old man fucked up the best thing to happen in his life because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.”

“Jason, now isn’t the right time to try to take advantage of Tim’s vulnerable state.” Dick tries to reason out with his younger brother.

“You know you’d sound a lot more convincing if your “concerned big brother act” wasn’t so obvious. How’s your little nightly visits to Tim’s boathouse by the way? I’m sure you cheered him right up.”

“Word of advice, Dick. I suggest you make yourself scarce for the next couple of days, I think Red Hood about to warm Red Robin’s bed for a couple of days.”

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Trans Tim Drake (DCU), Bottom Tim Drake (DCU), Top Jason Todd, Top Damian Wayne, Top Bruce Wayne, Top Dick Grayson, Timpreg, Pregnant Tim Drake, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Secret Relationship Series: Part 1 of scarlet starlet Summary:

a compilation of some of my tim-centric works posted on various platforms for personal archival purposes ʚ♡ɞ

Started curating all of my works here on AO3 in case some of y’all wanted an easier viewing experience

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is a dream a want

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Paradox Live (Albums), Paradox Live The ANIMATION (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anne Faulkner/Ito Satsuki, Anne Faulkner/Yeon Hajun Characters: Anne Faulkner (Paradox Live), Ito Satsuki, Yeon Hajun, Maruyama Reo, Masaki Hokusai Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Canon Rewrite, She/Her Pronouns for Anne Faulkner (Paradox Live), Jealousy, Jealous Yeon Hajun, Transfeminine Anne Faulkner, Out of Character, Song: Candy (Slayyyter), One-sided Anne Faulkner/Saimon Naoakira, Crushes, POV Anne Faulkner, Pretty Anne Faulkner, Protective Yeon Hajun, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Yeon Hajun, Ambiguous/Open Ending Series: Part 3 of paradox paradise Summary:

アン・フォークナーa.k.a MC anZ @fxxkdaborder

"Seems like Satsuki-kun came to campus to give me some candy! Sounds like he was busy with exams over Halloween, but hopefully next year they won't overlap! Thanks!"

5:11 PM · Nov 19, 2024

A short and sweet ficlet based on that recent Anne Faulkner tweet that gave us some SatsuAnne crumbs.

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Consider This

Tim: I whore out my years and just keep wasting the best of my years.

Jason: For a second there, I almost believed you. The accompanying tears were a nice touch though.

Tim: Why can't you be fucking considerate for once, Jason?

Jason: I could be. God knows I had been, but of course you wouldn't notice that.

Tim:

Jason: You come to me every single time you and Bruce have a little lover's spat. You cry your little heart out with promises of finally leaving him. I indulge your every fucking whim to make you feel better. It's always either I become a shoulder to cry on so you could bitch about Bruce to someone who you'd know agree, or I fuck your brains out to make you feel desirable and beautiful.

Tim:

Jason: But you already knew that, Tim. "Am I just damn hard to love?" You ask out loud as if you'd consider anybody besides Bruce Wayne. You ask out loud despite the fact that we both know I'm the only other fucking person in the room, yet you're not talking to me.

Tim:

Jason: For years I had to put up with you, calling Bruce cruel and selfish, and I'll give you that. Bruce is cruel and selfish, but I have come to realize that you're two silver spooned peas in a pod. Sometimes, I'd like to think that you're a better version of him, more grounded by the shit you've been through. Only for you to constantly disappoint me, and come crawling back to Bruce like a bitch in heat every single time, so forgive me for not being considerate enough.

Tim: I-I'm sorry.

Jason: If it's any consolation, I think you two are perfect for one another, with your collective fucked up glory.

Tim: Jason-

Jason: Save it. Now, our little heart to heart portion is done. Are you going to bend over or do I have to do it for you?

Tim: Alright.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Kon-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: Trans Tim Drake (DCU), Bottom Tim Drake (DCU), Top Jason Todd, Top Bruce Wayne, Top Damian Wayne, Top Dick Grayson, Mistaken Identity, Sort of..., Public Sex, Public Blow Jobs, Attractive Tim Drake, Tim "Ducky" Drake, Emotional Constipation, Tim Drakes Loves Halloween, Out of Character, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Timtober (DCU), Slut Shaming, Secret Crush, Song: Golden Age (Ethel Cain), Song: 24 Hours (Sky Ferreira), Song: There's a Honey (Pale Waves), Jason Todd dressed as Jason, Tim Drake dressed as an Angel Series: Part 8 of scarlet starlet Summary:

“Cease your whorish activities, Drake!” Damian announced his arrival with his heavy stomps and his harsh accusation.

“Woah there!” Dick immediately raised from his seat, and went to placate Damian’s unexpected fury.

“What’s gotten into you?” Concern was dripping in his tone, seemingly caught by surprise by Damian’s outburst. He had assumed that his two younger brothers finally managed to patch things but to the point of being cordial - with the lack of bickering between the two for the past few months.

“Drake’s shameless notoriety has been making waves in my school again.” Damian explained as his glare directed Timothy grew more intense. “I heard those plebeians talking about how if they wanted to get laid, they should stick near the easy bitches wearing Red Robin costumes.”

Suddenly, gregarious laughter broke the tension in the air, as Jason gleefully proclaimed, “That’s a fucking riot! I thought B got the short end of the stick when it comes to popular Halloween costumes, but this just takes the fucking cake, Baby bird.”

For Timtober 2024 - Day 31: Costume

Here’s a little Halloween oneshot that’s been looming in my mind about our favorite ducky.

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Not really fandom related, but my top 5 Ethel Cain songs at the moment (06/29/24) are:

Homecoming

Crying During Sex

Strangers

Crush

Inbred

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Thank God

Roy: It's weird to see all of you together, the four robins.

Dick: What's so weird about it?

Roy: Like I genuinely can't believe that you were all Robin at some point in time.

Damian: That's what passing down the mantle is, Harper.

Roy: Anyway, which one of you went through the most as Robin?

Damian: Richard was with father the longest.

Dick: Damian is Bruce's actual biological son which comes with all kinds of complex issues.

Jason: I'm pretty sure I win by a landslide, death and all. But it could be pretty much anyone, but Tim.

Tim: Excuse me? Why not?

Jason: I hate to break it to you, but you don't know actual real struggle, pretty bird.

Tim, under his breath: Thank God.

Everyone, who heard him loud and clear: ???

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Robin's Surprise

Tim marries a random civilian much to everyone in his life's dismay. Tim's life was constantly surrounded by chiseled hard bodies, handsome faces, and charming personalities, yet all of these men were bested by a mere civilian.

Tim's husband wasn't exceptional in any capacity. He was alright looking, middle class, and was kind to Tim, good even. What just didn't add up was that how could someone so ordinary bag a blessing taken a human form in Timothy Drake. He bested metas, billionaires, demi-gods and immortals for the young wayne's hand in marriage.

Tim loved his husband or so he says. But he also loved his family, so his husband had to get used to being around the rest of the family frequently. They still lived in Wayne manor upon Tim's request despite both of them having more than enough funds to move out.

Furthermore, there was something jarring about how Tim was so close to his family. He wasn't even that physically affectionate with me, thought his husband, as Tim cuddled up to his father's or one of his brother's laps during movie nights, instead on seating wit his husband.

One of the rare arguments they had was Tim running to his family with any problems instead of relying on his husband.vEven if his wife had no malicious intentions, it still hit a man's pride. He wanted to show Tim that he was there for him, for their future family.

One Sunday, where they had their weekly Sunday brunch, Tim was in an excitable mood. His husband didn't really get what the fuss was about since they have been doing this for months, but alas Tim gets dolled up in his Sunday's Best dress, and makes himself pretty for his family.

At the table, Tim's husband was seated furthest from the family as Tim took his spot beside Bruce, just like he always did. The family was kind enough, but Tim's husband can't help but feel alienated by them, as if he was just a guest in their house. What nobody had expected was for Tim with a Cheshire grin on his face, tapping his glass for an announcement.

Tim's husband could only look in the sidelines as Tim took out a positive pregnancy test, and delicately handed it to Bruce. He announced with happy tears in his eyes, "You're going to be a Papa!"

Bruce wrapped him in a tight hug, "Oh, Ducky, you made me the happiest man in the world!" All of Tim's brother hollered in excitement as they surrounded the father-son duo. Tim's husband never felt more isolated than that very moment.

tldr; Tim announces his pregnancy to Bruce first before his actual husband.

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National Anthem

Every 4th of July, the Wayne throw an infamous annual independence day party. This seemed out of character for them, especially since they weren't really known for being a patriotic family both as civilians and as capes. However, without a miss, the Wayne family threw an exclusive party every year, thus rendering them unavailable for the rest of the day.

If you find yourself in attendance of this infamous 4th of July party, you'll be met with very generic decorations as sparse red, blues and white were found in some room - decorations not fitting of those in the same caliber as the Waynes. There was not grandeur or splendor found in the way the party was decorated, yet nobody seemed to mind as the main event of the party has yet to unfold.

If you were to spot the Wayne family butler, he would give off a resigned sigh, and explain that this was how his masters liked it - which vindicated the last minute borderline sloppy supermarket decorations that littered the halls of the grand estate.

Once you finally find everybody, don't be shocked if all you'll be met was a congregation of men around a swimming pool while a lone Timothy Drake wearing a white bikini, splashed around in the pool. It would be jarring to see a barely legal boy be shamelessly ogled by almost all the men in his life, yet one can't deny the absolute joy found in his face as he showed all his Bruce's friends his tricks.

"You're here to celebrate America's Independence Day?" A new guest asked older guest.

"Certainly." Ra's brushed him off, eyes not leaving the exposed pale expanses of the sweet boy in the pool.

One year, Jason decided to join Tim in the pool, much to the dismay of the other guests. However, once Jason convinced Tim to play wrestle with him, which led to Tim's bikini top coming off after their roughhousing, everyone seemed to be okay with the idea.

After Tim inevitably tires out, he goes into his room to change, leaving some time for guests to go grab a bite. This grace period was usually the only time where guest can finally interact and catch up with one another.

When Tim finally comes down, he's dressed in tacky outfit of short shorts and an skimpy American flag tank top that barely covered his little tits. Usually, Tim wouldn't get caught dead in such a dreadful outfit, but it's all in the spirit of celebration. Or at least that's what Dick tells him as he helped Tim get cleaned up and dressed upstairs.

Tim usually then shares a vegan hotdog with Damian since he didn't want him feeling left out with everyone eating grilled meat. If that involves sharing a hotdog every single time instead of having their own and Damian slowly hand-feeding it to Tim, nobody seemed to mind. Call it whatever you want, but it's definitely a step up from actively killing each other all those years ago.

When the sky finally turns dark, make sure you leave some space in your lap as you may get the lucky chance of having the sweet boy in your lap. Tim who was usually now tipsy off mimosas, will climb into the lap of one of the guest, and stay there for the entire evening. There was no discernable pattern on who Tim chose, one year it was Commissioner Gordon as he nestled into his hairy dad-bod body, the next year, it was Roy Harper as he settled into that hard ginger body as Roy shameless started groping his little tits the moment he sat down. Last year, it was Clark Kent, despite Tim ignoring him all day.

As everyone settled in their lawn chairs, they could see Tim's slightly swaying body moving around the chairs, only for him to plant himself on top of Bruce Wayne's lap.

"Hi, B." Tim giggled as he looked up at his mentor.

"Hello, Ducky." Bruce greets back with the same enthusiasm.

When the fireworks show begins, you'll be able to finally enjoy the sweet boy in your lap - and that's what Bruce exactly did as he devoured Tim underneath the beautiful night of fireworks.

Everyone could only look in disappointment as Bruce reaped the benefits this year, maybe, they'd have better luck next year.

God Bless, Timothy Drake 🫡

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omg it's been 1 year and I've actually managed to publish seven alltim fics, and a number of small drabbles. Here's to more timpreg for next year! 🥳

Fun fact: I only figured out why I wasn't showing up in the algorithm only a month ago, since apparently I had my posts on hidden lol

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Isn't it?

Kon: I know it isn't technically incest, but... legally it still kinda is. Isn't it weird for you to have slept with every single person in your little bat-family?

Tim: Didn't you try to hit on your cousin?

Kon: That was before I really understood that we're technically related...

Kon: C'mon, Rob. Isn't it strange that you grew up with these people, the closest thing you have to a family since yours passed - yet they're all perfectly content with fucking your brains out. Or, matter of fact, you happily allow them.

Kon: I just don't get it...

Tim: With the risk of offending you, I'm sorry that you weren't born into an attractive family.

Kon: Excuse me?!

Tim: Don't get me wrong, Clark is plenty attractive, but you're too blinded by your whole father-twin-clone complex about him that you fail to see him as anything beyond that. Lex on the other hand is an acquired tas-

Kon: I need you to stop right there, Tim.

Tim: I'm just trying to help you connect the dots since you're not getting it.

Kon: Don't try to apply this weird shit to me and my... parents.

Tim: I apologize if I offended you but-

Kon: Moving on! So this whole sleeping together with your family is justified because they're attractive?

Tim: Not only attractive, Wayne family attractive.

Kon: ...

Tim: And the best part is... I don't have to limit my preferences since they all come in different shapes and sizes.

Kon: Uh huh, and lucky you, being exactly their type too, huh?

Tim: I guess. They don't really fool around with each other.

Kon: You know what? I expected that.