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Danny’s room has much more personality than the rest of the house- vintage NASA posters are hung on the walls, clothes are scattered haphazardly along the floor, and a laptop being held together with several strips of duct tape on top of a pile of partially finished schoolwork. There are polaroid pictures of him with his friends, set lists and posters from concerts. The red suit from new year’s is still in its dry-cleaning plastic and hanging on the inside of the door.

Tim’s looking at the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, and when his eyes drift back to Danny, his shirt is off over his head.

Tim’s mouth goes bone dry.

Tim being thirsty about Danny part...... one... million? but I mean, can you blame him? Look at how Pretty he is.

Chapter 24 of Better Halves (and other such falsehoods) is up and I've been sitting on this piece for AGES waiting for it.

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Hal: Is there a single straight person in your family?

Bruce: Excuse me?

Hal: I walked into the bat cave and my gaydar machine literally exploded.

Bruce: …There is no such thing as a gaydar machine.

Hal: Yeah, CAUSE YOUR FAMILY BROKE IT!

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Bruce: *is dead again*

Dick: well this s-

Tim: *carrying a go bag* I can't believe this! I'm gonna put a tracker on him when I- oh hi Dick.

Dick: ...you don't think he's dead?

Tim: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME ANYONE DIED! ok Alfred but at this point I think he's using this as a vacation from us but PAST THAT! Who ACTUALLY dies? Superman 'dies' every few years, Bruce keeps 'dying' hell YOU 'die' sometimes. Obviously Jason, Damian, Cas, Steph have all 'died', my friends have'died',BUT THEY COME BACK! everyone. comes. back. I'll be back when I find Bruce for the THIRD TIME! *slams door*

Alfred: *walking into the room* he's not wrong. Tea?

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"Timmy ~" a voice called him but Beta!Tim tries to ignore it, as he continue reading .

"Timmy ~" the voice kept calling him as Tim sighs and looked at the merman .

A siren actually.

The Siren a deadly Omega called Dick was beautiful, his skin tan kissed by the sun, dark inky black hair and deep blue eyes .

His tail was big and Tim knows it was heavy how many times Dick, smacked the thing against Tim to keep him from escaping .

The claws and teeth sharp as ever .

"What now .."

Dick grins ."Why don't you join me sweetheart ~" Tim huffs ."Last time you almost drowned me ."

"I won't this time !" He laughs but Tim turned around ."Timmy ~" Suddenly Tim hears a splash and turns around, and saw Dick crawling very fast towards him .

"No, no .." He tried to run but Dick started to hum, making the Beta freeze as the Omega grabs his ankle with his wet clawly hand ."Gotcha !" Dick grins in a manic smile as he pulls, making Tim fall and he crawls on top of him .

"I just wanna play Timmy ~" His eyes giving off a light of lust and madness as he chuckles ."Entertain me .." He whispers as he kissed Tim's cheek .

(and now my brain is fried I am tired, I see when I will finish this but now it's chilling and then sleeping)

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My baby in pride month speciel uniform

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Just imagin tim drake wearing t shirt that say " no power. Just queer" woulden't that be so cool. Well im drawing currently

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Turns out

Having to write an essay about who i am and why + reading tim drake angst = uncomfy realizations about why i like him so much

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✨Tim Drake core✨

•“I haven’t slept in 68 hours but I did solve three cold cases and accidentally joined a cult. Again.”

•Drinks five cups of coffee and says “finally, a normal baseline”

•Someone: “how are you?”

Tim, surrounded by case files, bandages, and a crow he accidentally befriended: “living the dream.”

•Refers to the Batcave as “the emotional support cave”

•Has an enemies-to-allies-to-lovers-to-enemies-again relationship with sleep

•Once hacked the Pentagon because someone dared him

•His idea of self-care is reorganizing the files by crime pattern and color

•Carries emotional trauma like it’s a fashion accessory

•“I’m not paranoid, I’m prepared. There’s a difference.”

•Jason: “You need therapy.”

Tim: “I have you.”

Jason: “That’s the problem.”

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Me: It must be nice to not get obsessed so easily.

Also me, with Tim Drake as my eternal hyperfixation: Couldn’t relate even if I tried.

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i have never been diddled so hard by an exam before in my life.

JASON, MOVE, ITS MY TURN TO GET HIT BY THE CROWBAR.

EVEN DRINKING LIQUID FEAR GAS WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER THAN THAT.

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He never got to say it out loud.

so he leaves flowers that say it for him.

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Tim Drake Is Clueless About Flirting (And jason Knows It)

[Team strategy meeting]

Kon, whispering:

“You’ve got that ‘I’m concentrating but also adorable’ vibe.”

Tim:

“Thanks! I’ll make sure to keep ‘adorable’ in my notes.”

Jason:

“Notes? He thinks flirting is a bullet point.”

[Later, in the common room]

Kori: “You’re so cute when you don’t realize you’re the center of attention.”

Tim: “I’m just focused on not tripping over my own feet.”

Jason: muttering “I’m the only one who can see the chaos and no one’s helping.”

Rose: “Tim, you’re like a puzzle wrapped in a mystery.”

Tim: “I’m just trying not to get hit.”

Steph: “He’s the only one who can be both clueless and dangerous.”

Tim: “Thanks, I think?”

Jason (from comms): “Clueless is your middle name, kid.”

[Hallway, Young Justice HQ]

Bart: grinning “Hey Tim, you ever think about how fast your heart races? Because mine sure does around you.”

Tim: blinks “I think I’m just out of breath from running laps.”

Jason (watching from the side): “That’s not running laps, that’s called a panic attack. Also, he’s flirting with you, not the other way around.”

Tim: “Wait, what?”

Bart: “Relax. I’m just saying you’re cute.”

Jason: facepalm “I’m losing my mind over here.”

[Training room, Young Justice HQ]

Cassie: grinning “Tim, you’re surprisingly strong for a bookworm. You sure you don’t want to spar sometime? Maybe I could show you a few moves… or more.”

Tim: adjusting glasses “Uh, sparring sounds great! Just don’t hit too hard?”

Jason: from the sidelines “She’s flirting. He thinks it’s a workout plan.”

Cassie: “Flirting or training, it’s all about heart rate, right?”

Tim: “If that’s true, I’m definitely winning.”

Jason: facepalm “Someone save this kid or me.”

[Training room, sparring match]

Miss Martian, smirking:

“Careful, Tim, I might have to use my telepathy to read your thoughts. Hope you’re thinking about me.”

Tim, oblivious:

“I’m mostly thinking about how I’m going to survive this match.”

Jason, watching:

“I swear, if one more person flirts and he thinks it’s friendly advice, I’m adopting a pet raccoon just for the company.”

Jason: “Okay, listen up. Everyone’s flirting with you. Like, nonstop. It’s not a compliment buffet—it’s flirting.”

Tim: “Flirting? Like… being friendly?”

Jason: exasperated “No, Tim. Friendly doesn’t come with heart eyes and whispered compliments.”

Tim: “I thought that was just how heroes talk.”

Jason: “You’re hopeless. I’m starting a support group.”

[Batcave, late night]

Jason (throwing up his hands):

“I’m done. Tried explaining the flirting thing to Tim a million times. He’s still clueless. So, I’m adopting a raccoon. Meet Steve. At least Steve won’t flirt back or ignore me.”

Tim (confused):

“Wait, you’re serious?”

Jason:

“Dead serious. Steve’s got more sense than half the team.”

Tim:

“…Does Steve think I’m adorable too?”

Jason (grinning):

“Steve’s smarter than you. He definitely knows.”

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Jason: Why is there a raccoon in the Batmobile?

Tim: His name is Steven and he's helping me commit tax fraud.

Jason: …I leave you alone for two hours.

Tim: Steven needed a getaway driver.

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Tim's not the most loyal guy out there. Loyal to Batman? To the cause? Sure but in relationships, he's kinda wonky.

But with Jason? Jason just engulfs Tim's entire being. He literally burns Tim inside out that Tim doesn't even have the slightest thought to cheat.

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Jason doesn’t look back.

He never does.

Tim watches the door shut behind him like it’s a coffin lid, silence settling too quickly, too sharp.

“I wasn’t asking you to love me,” he whispers into the empty room, voice brittle.

“I just wanted you to stay.”

But maybe that was the problem.

Drakes weren’t supposed to beg.

And Jason… Jason wasn’t supposed to leave.

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"It doesn't matter that I’m the smartest in the room," Tim mutters, blood on his hands—none of it his. "They still look at me like I'm fragile. Like I'm made to be protected, not trusted."

The silence that answers him is deafening.

He stares at the broken comm on the ground, voice cracking.

"I didn’t ask to be born an omega. I just wanted to be Robin."

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Sometimes I remember I have free will, and suddenly I can't stop myself from drawing the filthiest, sluttiest Tim Drake fanarts that have ever existed