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[gotham-adrenaline]

The Importance of Abnormalities

Author note: Really pushing my autism/alexithymia on Tim this time but I cannot be contained- not beta read to even heavily proofread cause it is past 1am...

Pairing: Tim Drake x Kon-El/Conner Kent

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: nothing really though Tim thinks a lot about feeling "different" than the rest of the world (very hinting towards autism)

Look, Tim wasn’t stupid. It would be impossible by now to be unaware of his own… eccentricities.

Not many people stalked and then blackmailed their way into a family of vigilantes to essentially babysit a grown man running around every night in a bat costume. He was completely aware he was a bit outside the norm.

But most days it was easy to forget that everyone around him didn’t function like he did. Life was busy, he was busy, and his family wasn’t exactly known for self-analysis and being introspective of their feelings.

Today was not most days.

It started firmly in “most days” territory, with a nap before breakfast and Damian accusing him of trying to “lure Titus into a life of debauchery” when Tim attempted to slip the dog some bacon on his way down the cave. He had only just opened up a file when, immediately, as if it had sensed Tim trying to be productive, his phone began to ring.

Kon calling to ask for a bit of help with a stealth mission was not an everyday occurrence, but Tim pushing down the swell of warmth in his chest absolutely was a regularity (Kon called him, Kon could have contacted so many people but he chose Tim to help, trusts Tim even after everything Tim’s done-), so Tim could ignore the disruption to his routine and suit up so Kon could come get him.

The mission went well, really well actually, which could be considered odd with their track record but by the time Tim and Kon had finished, he was tired enough to disregard that and let Kon fly to the nearest safe house for them to crash in for the night.

The safe house only having one bed was somewhat standard too, and yet that’s where everything seemed to get weird.

Kon showered first and was already curled up in the bed by the time Tim slipped out of the bathroom, hair wet enough it would be a nightmare to fix tomorrow if he went to sleep now… but that was a future Tim problem. Present Tim was busy very pointedly not looking at how adorable Kon looked buried under the covers (he always bundles himself up even though he can’t get cold, just his eyes and hair peeking out and it makes Tim's chest a bit too tight). So he grabs himself a blanket and gets ready to curl up in an armchair to sleep for at least 10 hours when Kon, voice soft in a way to Tim can only describe as “safe”, breaks Tim’s worldview like it’s nothing.

“Hurry up and get in bed, it’s cold.”

And that is not how this usually goes.

Stranger yet is that Kon doesn’t get cold, and Kon knows that Tim knows that, which means that Kon is concerned about Tim getting cold, wants Tim curled up in bed with him and oh god his heart is racing, there is no way Kon hasn’t noticed-

Kon shuffled a bit around behind him and Tim turned before he could stop himself, taking in the sight of the clone sitting up partially and blinking at Tim like he’s the one being strange here when once he’s being completely normal.

“Tim,” Kon has this little smile like Tim is the one being cute and maybe a little ridiculous when he most definitely was not- “Come on, seriously, I’m tired.”

And when Tim didn’t move, Kon’s smile slipped away, and no no that was not allowed-

“I- if you’re okay with that, obviously. Don’t wanna freak you out.”

And oh, it was way too late for that, but Kon looked nervous and Tim could fix that. He was sliding under the blankets before his brain realized his body moved.

Kon settled back down onto the bed and stared at him in a way that made Tim wonder if he’d learned mind reading recently, or worse if Tim’s thoughts were written all over his face, if his heart rate gave away how much he wanted to curl up as close to Kon as he could and not move until he was physically forced away-

And maybe somehow Kon had known (or maybe Kon wanted it as bad as Tim had) because he reached out slowly, giving Tim enough time to move away before pulling Tim into his chest and that was all the permission Tim needed.

Pushing his face into the curve of Kon’s neck, Tim went completely slack in Kon’s arms. The clone gently rubbed his hand on Tim’s back, and god Tim’s muscles must’ve disintegrated or something, Tim is a detective so he should really look into that- and yet Batman could walk into this room right now with an assault rifle and stripper boots and he probably wouldn’t even twitch.

“All good?” Kon is using that safe voice again, which sounds even nicer up close, his chest rumbling under Tim’s hands.

And Tim knows he’s different, okay? He knows, because he spends most of his days neutral to most of life and apathetic at worst. Sometimes he just can’t connect to things in the way everyone else seems to so simply, can’t summon the emotions the world wields as easily as breathing. He has to monitor his face to make sure he doesn’t ruin a new Wayne Enterprises contract or scare a victim on a crime scene.

He feels emotions, he’s still human, but it’s hard enough to know what he’s feeling and even harder to make sure everyone else can identify the emotion correctly when his facial expressions don’t ever seem to display them naturally.

But this? This is easy. Loving Kon was so natural to him that it sometimes hurt.

There hadn’t been any second-guessing in years, not since he first identified the feeling pushing at his rib cage in a desperate bid to get out, and that love had only grown, a hungry creature that Kon often unknowingly fed.

People always make love seem so gentle and Tim could relate to that too, sometimes. When it feels like laying in the sun in the backyard of the manor or taking a warm shower after a good workout.

But so often, Tim’s love was just so… forceful.

He had nearly destroyed himself in his attempts to satisfy his parents, stalked Batman and Robin for years and threw away what was left of his childhood to save his city and Batman himself (because he was too late to save Robin and he knew he could have done more-), put himself into harm's way time and time again for his friends, searched the whole globe and manipulated the League of Assaains to find Bruce-

And he’d never want to make Kon uncomfortable, to scare him, but sometimes he felt as if he’d crack the whole planet open if Kon truly needed him to. Would take the very air out of his lungs if Kon needed the oxygen.

When Tim loved, he loved hard.

Tim knew he wasn’t normal. He just couldn’t find himself to care if it meant loving Kon like this.

And since Kon asked and now that he’s thinking about it, he was all good right now. Tim sighed into Kon’s neck sleepily.

“Yeah.”

Kon’s arm around his back tightened. It felt like a shield from the rest of the world and he let out a breath that felt far too controlled, something that Tim would read more into if he had any brain space left for anything other than being warm and safe and happy and-

“Good.”

And that was the last thing Tim heard before drifting off to sleep.

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Let’s be real though, for the longest time Kon truly had no idea how normal humans are supposed to act.

Like logically he’s aware of how the average human body should function, but he was just not in an environment that allowed him to properly grasp what the limits of this are.

Tim is by far the worst for Kon when it comes to learning about people’s standard restrictions, especially those who aren’t metas.

Because why was someone on the bus complaining about only sleeping 6 hours a night this week? That’s ridiculous! Tim can go a week with only 6 hours total (and then fall into what is essentially a coma while all cuddled up under the blankets during a team movie night, but that’s irrelevant).

Last month a girl from one of his classes attempted to chat with him after class, joking that their professor was trying to kill them after he assigned a 10-page essay due in less than a next week, which is kind of weird since Tim wrote a 20-page essay with additional references and citations titled “Why Bart is Being Stupid and Needs to Listen to Tim’s Plans or Else”, and that only took a few hours (and then he started giving Bart these little cartoon stickers after missions if he listened and didn’t recklessly endanger himself, which was honestly really cute of Tim and made Kon slightly upset when Tim didn’t give him one too, but that’s also irrelevant).

And seriously, why is this man screaming so loudly after he only sprained his ankle? If he couldn’t handle a little pain, he shouldn’t try and mug people in Metropolis during broad daylight and within shouting distance of a Super. Besides, Tim got shot by an arrow in the thigh last week on a mission and just sighed in annoyance before continuing to download the data off the hidden lab’s computer (and then flushed bright red and didn’t complain once when Kon insisted on flying him back to the jet but that’s extra irrelevant and not something he can dwell on right now).

Kon brings this up one day to Clark, not expecting much of a conversation beyond “Hey, humans are weird, huh?” but Clark looks genuinely confused for all of 5 minutes until stuttering his way through an explanation that Tim (and the team as a whole) are the exceptions, and that the civilians he’s seen behaving “oddly” are actually very normal.

Which, in retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have blurted out how amazing he found Tim and then fly away out of embarrassment the moment he saw Robin next, but also… well he IS amazing, and he could stand to hear it more often. Way more often… Kon would have to help with that.

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I hope your writing is doing well! If you are stuck, just know that I haven’t even started on chapter one of my fic because my brain has decided I need to have a detailed outline for the whole thing first ugh

If it’s instead midterms or something, I’m so sorry

Ahhh thank you so much for checking in!

Admittedly, it's actually cause I ended up in the hospital about 9 days ago and have been getting stuff reorganized and caught up in life stuff since then, though I'll definitely admit I've been procrastinating too a tad-

Should be more fics out soon though since it has finally calmed down!!!

Good luck with your fic!!! planning can be brutal sometimes

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Sent in a request already so this is just me saying—hope you’re having a great Monday! Or Tuesday, depending on the time zone. I also hope you get some really baller requests that are super fun to write

Ahhhh thank you!!! I’m in EST so it’s about 2am on Tuesday, but that also means it’s the perfect time to do a quick update on what I’m working on-

First of all, thanks to everyone for the support and the awesome requests! You guys have so many cool ideas???

Speaking of requests, I’m currently actively writing one for Jason Todd x male! reader which should be out soon (bullet point style with some prose thrown in) but I’m brainstorming for the others I’ve gotten as well since I’m pretty scatterbrained 24/7-

I’m also writing a fic for Jason x nymph! reader which will likely take a bit longer cause I’m back on my bullshit and writing hurt/comfort like it’s an addiction.

I do also keep track of all the requests I get plus any ideas I have on a document so I can see what I have to do and add as I go, but I mostly follow the sweet, sweet serotonin and end up switching what I’m writing fairly often, especially if it’s a longer work. Eventually I may start doing polls to ask what works you guys want most, especially if I do longer fics.

Now, imma head to bed since I have work in a few hours, but thanks again guys!!!

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Hot take but Roy is just as much of a self sacrificial idiot as Jason and always burns himself out, tears himself to pieces, gives more than he has left to give, and he does it time and time again to make up for his past mistakes.

And Jason, who looks at himself in the mirror and sees absolutely nothing that’s worth redemption, can’t help but notice that Roy won’t look at his own reflection too long either.

And he just decides that’s absolute bullshit.

Because Roy has been one of the only people who thought Jason was worth anything at all, that he was still even worth the oxygen he breathes. He looked at Jason, who used to be so good, who used to be magic, and decided that he was more than his past as Robin and that Jason could still be good despite everything that he’s done.

And if someone like Roy believes that Jason is worth something then Roy is surely worth a damn lot more.

(Later, Roy will hit him upside the back of his head for trying to suggest that Roy is somehow more than Jason, like that’s something that can be measured. Jason will ask him what the hell he’s been doing this whole time if not measuring his worth against others. Roy will remain purposefully silent about that.)

So Jason starts small.

A “you did good today” after a fairly standard mission that leaves Roy joking about how he “always does good”, and yet he stares after Jason when hurries away with red cheeks.

The next time Jason has a panic attack, the world spinning and green smearing across his vision, and Roy sits with him until he can breath again, Jason leans against his side and whispers “thank you”. Even if they both usually pretend Jason’s moments of weakness never happen in order to save his pride, Roy still deserves to be thanked

And when Dick asks Roy for help in Bludhaven and Roy tries to say yes even though he’s been running himself ragged helping around Star and was struggling to the point he gagged when he smelt cigarette smoke yesterday afternoon, Jason says no for him instead. Roy asks him if he’s getting jealous with that stupid cocky grin and Jason is so frustrated that he spits out “I’m not letting you kill yourself trying to make up for shit that’s in the past”.

And when Roy just stares at him and doesn’t crack some stupid joke to deflect, Jason finds himself taking a gentler tone, even if he still can’t meet Roy’s eyes.

“You’ve done enough, is all I’m saying.”

Sometime between one blink and the next, Roy is clinging to Jason in a tight hug, and if anyone else had done this Jason would feel suffocated, would probably lash out to get away-

But Roy is warm, and safe, and shaking ever so slightly in Jason’s arms, so he supposes he can make an exception, just this once.

(But the “exceptions” he makes for Roy never stay as one time occurrences, and Jason has enough self awareness to recognize that he’s weak with Roy in ways he definitely shouldn’t be).

And when Roy calls him a softy later that evening, curled up under a blanket on their coach as Jason puts on one of those stupid baking competition shows that they’ll never admit they like, Jason shoves him the same way he always has. But Roy giving him the sweetest little smile and shifting a tiny bit closer to Jason’s side? That’s new. And definitely not unwelcome.

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New challenge for myself to not make every relationship I write have the dynamic of “endless-devotion/I’d-do-anything-for-you-just-ask” x “endless-adoration/just-stay-with-me-and-that-is-more-than-enough” but you can’t tell who is who in the relationship

(Spoiler: I’m going to fail)

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Can I make a request

Plsssss I never get picked can you do a

Tim Drake x reader where the reader is a girl and she lives with Tim in their own apartment and that she just came home from getting her hair done and it’s this awesome Red Robin streaked patterned in her hair and she surprises Tim plsssssssssss I never get pic for requests 😩😢😩😢😩😢

I gotchu babes- I got way too into my feels during this so the fluff may be so thick it'll choke you, but hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Tim Drake x fem! reader

Word count: 1900

Warnings: None really, mentions of fear toxin and Tim's specific brand of issues, and also near-lethal levels of fluff

So maybe it was a little silly to be nervous, considering the situation. Or a lot silly. Either way, acknowledging the ridiculousness of your current feelings didn’t make them actually go away, much to your disappointment.

You just really wanted him to like it. You wanted him to understand like he always did. 

When you told Tim you were going to get your hair done this afternoon, he didn’t seem surprised, likely because you had told him you were considering getting a new style almost a month ago when you first got the idea. 

Stepping into the elevator, you made a mental note to send the salon a muffin basket at some point this week. The tip you left was fairly large, definitely larger than the standard amount people give, but most people don’t spend almost an hour making sure the shade of red dye will be absolutely perfect while being unable to explain why it needs to be so specific and why all the photo references are weird and extremely close up. The hair stylists who dealt with you today deserved far more than muffins. 

The black dye was much simpler thankfully. 

Your stylist warned you that the colours would wash out and change over time, which was to be expected really. The particular shade of your hair didn’t need to last forever, just long enough for you to get home. 

Because Tim had an eye for details. He noticed so much and cared enough to store all those tiny facts, and yet he was always surprised when you remembered anything about him, even major things. He was so used to going unseen, even by those close to him, and that wasn’t fair. 

You loved Tim. You loved him, and you noticed him, and you needed him to know that. You needed him to know that saw him and loved him because of that, not despite of it. 

Your reflection stared back at you in the spotless reflection of the elevator doors, black hair with large red streaks running through it hanging loose around your face. 

Yeah, maybe a dye job like this shouldn’t have taken as long as it did, but Tim would (hopefully) see the specific shades and understand. You didn’t spend so much time matching the red exactly to his Red Robin suit for no reason, after all. 

Tim “told you” he was Red Robin over 3 years ago now, if you consider telling you as him showing up at your apartment (the one before Tim and you moved in together, a tiny flat in a less-than-ideal neighbourhood of Gotham), bleeding and suffering a mild reaction to fear toxin. He insisted on “guarding you” until Batman (who is apparently Bruce Wayne? Sometimes you truly hate Gotham) showed up half an hour later and found Tim curled up, unconscious, on your coach with you trapped underneath him (for safety reasons, of course). 

When he showed up the next day looking like a kicked puppy, clutching a container of baked goods from Alfred, he seemed genuinely surprised when you steered him inside and back to the coach with a cup of hot chocolate so he could explain while comfortable (“Tim, I saw you less than 12 hours ago, bleeding on my kitchen floor and shaking in fear while trying to protect me from people who weren’t there. Sit down before I make you.”). 

And yeah, sure, maybe it would have been nice to know the guy you’ve been dating for a year was a vigilante who fought criminals and patrolled Gotham every night, but that knowledge could be incredibly dangerous for you, Tim and his whole family. You got it, as much as you could as a civilian, anyhow. This is the same guy who got injected with a new strain of Crane’s drug and immediately became so terrified you were in danger that he ran from his entire family to ensure your safety. You couldn’t argue that he didn’t care enough to tell you about his night job even if you wanted to, not after something like that. 

Even now, you could tell that the obligation of being Red Robin weighed on him, especially recently. He’d been stuck on different missions almost constantly this entire last month and when he finally made it home during the small breaks in between, he was exhausted and usually in pain. Then he’d try to ask you about your day as if his hands weren’t trembling from sleep deprivation. And worse, he’d look guilty when you ushered him into the shower and heated leftover soup for when he got out, apologizing after he nearly fell asleep sitting up at the table as you told him about the new drama at your job. 

As if the world nearly ending at least twice within two weeks was his fault. As if he wanted to be so busy lately, working to his breaking point. As if he hadn’t been trying so desperately to be available for you, insisting on flying straight back to Gotham after a battle instead of resting, calling you almost every night before you went to bed regardless of time zones, asking Alfred to drop off brownies because you mentioned craving them offhandedly in a message the night before. 

As if he hasn’t made sacrifices for you time and time again. 

So yeah, you missed him like hell over this past month, but you also loved him more than enough to compensate for that pain. And Tim showed how much he loved you in return so clearly it almost hurt that he couldn’t see it. He didn’t need to feel guilty that being Red Robin made life difficult recently, that was out of control. Everything that he could have done to be here for you, he did. And you saw that. You saw him. 

The elevator dinged gently, startling you out of your thoughts. Slipping out the doors as they slid open, you dug your keys out of your pocket as you approached the apartment. 

It wasn’t always easy to tell, but Red Robin’s uniform was a different shade of red than Robin’s. While the style of both outfits has changed over time, Tim always kept the colour tones individual. Once, cuddled up with you in a pillow fort you both assembled on the living room floor during a movie night, Tim admitted that it was intentional. That he sometimes still needed the reminder that Red Robin was different, a separate entity from Robin. That he was different. And that those differences could be a good thing. 

So it just wasn’t fair that he felt guilty over something he suffered so much for when it was all for the sake of others. He gave so much to protect people, including you, and still tried to make sure you knew you were loved. 

So maybe matching your hair perfectly to the colours of the Red Robin outfit probably wasn’t the biggest gesture in the world, but it meant something to you, and knowing Tim, he’d understand what you were trying to say. And if he didn’t, well, you’d have to trap him on the coach for another emotional conversation, even if he whined the whole time. 

The front door opened with a click and you pushed inside, hanging your keychain on the hook near the coat rack. Tim’s voice drifted out from the living room, talking with someone on the phone. Admittedly, you were still a bit nervous, but this was Tim, and you loved him. With a measured breath, you walked into the room. 

“-but that’s not how donating works, Damian, and being a Wayne doesn’t mean you can try and steal elephants from the zoo- no, I don’t care that she looked lonely and that they’re Dick’s favourite animal, you could have-” Tim’s mouth clicked shut mid-sentence when he saw you, staring wide-eyed as you enter the doorway. 

“I gotta go, call Dick,” and ignoring the younger boy's annoyed squawks you could hear from the other side of the room, Tim hung up the call. Setting his phone down on the couch, he fluidly rose to his feet and closed the distance between you both in 4 long strides. 

Hovering his hand beside a loose strand of red hanging by your face, he gently wrapped it around his finger and looked down at you, the smallest smile on his face.

“Hey, sweetheart,” his voice is gentle, far quieter than it was on the phone a minute ago, as if speaking too loud would break the moment and you’d disappear in his hands. “This is new.”

And of course Tim would ask a question without making it a question, as if you tripped and somehow accidentally got your hair dyed in his colours. 

You hummed, leaning into him further as he fiddled with the bright piece of hair, a smile of your own pushing across your lips. “Yeah. You like it?”

Tucking the lock behind your ear, Tim pulled you even further into his arms, the hug so encompassing you could hear his voice rumbling through his chest. 

“You’re wearing my colours, baby,” He laughed disbelievingly, long fingers carding through your hair, drifting from black to red and then back again. “Yeah. I like it.”

Sighing into his shirt and letting him take some of your weight, your eyes drifted shut, focusing on his steady heartbeat and the pleasant shivers across your skin from his caresses. 

“Hey,” Tim whispered, hand sliding down to cup your cheek and tilt your head to look him in the eye, and he looked so soft right now in a way you haven’t seen recently, too stressed and guilty to indulge in himself like this. “I missed you.”

“I know.” 

Pressing yourself up to meet his lips, you allowed your hand to drift into his own hair, keeping your movements as slow and loving as you could. 

With the life your lover has lived, Tim knows how cheap words could be, so you found yourself trying to show how much you loved him in other ways. With homemade soup and pillow forts and stupidly long hair appointments. But just in case-

Pulling back after only a few seconds, you cradled him close and grinned up at him. “I love you.”

And he got it. Of course he did. Because it’s Tim, who noticed all those tiny details, all the things he could about you, and loved you because of those details and not despite of them. Yeah, he could be blind when it came to people's affection for him, and the stress of recent events only made his mind fixate further on the “what ifs”, on what he sees as his own inadequacies, but even he couldn’t miss this. 

When he kissed you again, he was smiling so wide you both had to pull away far too soon. He pressed his lips to your forehead instead, hiding his grin against you. 

“I love you too,” and then, “Thank you.”

And it’s hard to say what exactly he was saying thank you for. Thank you for supporting him as Red Robin enough to wear his colours, even knowing the teasing you’ll receive from the rest of his family? Thank you for understanding that he missed you, even if he couldn’t come home? Thank you for loving him? 

It didn’t make a difference, in the end. You understood what he meant.

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“Tim never sleeps!” “Actually, Tim sleeps way more than the average person!”

FOOLS! IT CAN BE BOTH!

Let this boy not get a full 8 hours of sleep for 3 weeks cause he’s living on power naps between meetings and enough caffeine to worry a clone, and besides, technically with all the naps combined he’s probably gotten 4 hours a day, so really Kon should get off his back about this-

But then finally third quarter is over at WE and a case that’s been bothering him for weeks is solved and Tim just passes tf OUT-

My dude is asleep for at least 16 hours. At least he thinks it’s around 16 hours? He vaguely remembers waking up to chug a bottle of water that was definitely not beside his bed when he fell asleep (and didn’t he pass out in the office chair down in the cave anyhow..?), but by the time he wakes up he can barely remember what year it is, nonetheless the time he went to sleep

It gets to the point that Kon starts to lure him to the farm and make him nap so Tim will stop sleeping in weird places and freaking people out

(Red Robin is scarily competent enough, he doesn’t need to take a power nap while perfectly balanced in the rafters of a warehouse and wake up just in time to stop a gang fight from going down)

Tim figures out Kon’s plan immediately because never once has Kon tried to “get comfy” by lighting lavender incense (where did he even get that..?) and smother Tim in blankets before a movie night.

(Tim also has no issue with Kon’s plan because the blankets are really cozy, and Kon is pleasantly warm, and hey, any time with Kon is time well spent anyhow. Bruce is always saying he needs more rest! He’s just doing what Batman instructed really.)

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Welcome to gotham-adrenaline!

Name: Mercury or Merc

Pronouns: they/them

Age: 20

AO3: gotham_adrenaline

Requests: OPEN

Hey hey! I’m finally making a blog dedicated to DC! I’ve been wanting to write DC fanfics for a while but kept getting anxious lol. I’ve written fics before in other fandoms but this will be my first experiences for DC.

Writing and Request Rules Below

I’ll write:

(Almost) any character x reader (romantic)

(Almost) any character and reader in a platonic or familial relationship

(Almost) any characters in platonic or familial relationships

Tim Drake x Conner Kent

Jason Todd x Roy Harper

Dick Grayson x Wally West

And more!

I’m fairly open to most characters and ships, provided I feel comfortable and know enough information about them. I’m most familiar with the Bat Family and Young Justice. If you’re curious, simply send in an ask and I’ll let you know!

I will NOT write:

Smut (nothing “mature”, but I don’t mind a bit of steaminess)

Anything with pregnant! reader

Maybe more?

I’ll update this list as my boundaries change, so check back anytime if you’re unsure on an idea and feel free to send me an ask if you want extra confirmation!

General request rules:

Try to be somewhat specific! It’s okay if you don’t have a whole plot, that would likely be hard for me to follow anyhow, but try to specify a character (or some character options) and and idea or prompt.

Give me time. I’m a student and work a full time job, I can be pretty busy. Depending on how long the request is, how busy I am and how inspired I find myself, some requests will be answered sooner than others.

Be okay with a no. Sometimes I can’t write the request and I’ll always try and let you know when I can’t and why, whether it’s something I’m uncomfortable with or maybe I just really don’t connect with the idea. Feel free to send another request if this happens!

Thanks for reading!

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Love how I get an idea for a Dick Grayson x League of Assassins! reader fic but somehow spend half of the draft focusing on reader being a caregiver for Damian and their relationship instead of Dick or anything romantic-