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[hanihazeljade]

Joker Discovers Cuphead

The Joker discovers Nintendo exists and falls in love with the game based on a 1930’s cartoon and decides to terrorise Gotham with it.

Well, unfortunately for him, a bird is also obsessed with it.

Cuphead Pt. 2

Gotham is quiet.

With quiet, it meant the Bats stopped two robberies and an attempted kidnapping, pretty peaceful and quiet in Gotham’s criteria, at least.

But they should have known. The Joker was out of Arkham and has been relatively quiet. No clown masks or even just his laugh cannot be found in the streets of Gotham.

Stephanie just told them that at least it was quiet. 

It was calm before the storm.

Then it happened.

Gotham Children’s Hospital was hostaged by none other Joker.

It was broadcasted in a 1900s way, like some sort of time travel. Then you can hear the laughter that every civilian in Gotham dreaded. And after a couple minutes, the Joker was shown wearing his classic purple tuxedo while wearing a bright purple bowtie.

“Hey Batsy! Na uh! Don’t come here, unprepared!” The Joker interjects as if he knows that the big bad bat was already on his way to detain the clown back in Arkham.

“I will let the kid’s go if you can beat the game that I fell in love with recently!” Joker said as the graphics behind the Joker changed, it showed a train with two heads, a clown made of balloons, then a mermaid with dead octopus as a hair, a crying onion then a crawling cake castle and last a dice head with tap shoes. And then it displayed, “Cuphead, Don’t deal with the devil” which is ironic since the devil that Gotham faced is a clown.

“I want you to collect all the soul contracts in Cuphead in under one hour, Batsy. Any of your birds can participate but remember you only have 5 hours of waiting time. I want you to livestream it to the whole of Gotham so I can see your normally calm faces reduce to nothing but rage!” Joker said as he laughed to himself and the huge HUD of him faded into nothingness.

The Bats, sans Tim, stopped everything they are doing and reconvened to the cave and to strategise what to do to the insane clown.

“Does anyone know what that game is?” Bruce asked the group, expecting one of them to say that they played the game adn it was relatively easy.

Stephanie raised his hand, “I know and if you are a beginner, ain’t no way you can finish that game in under an hour.” she said as she remembered the grim gameplay she had with that dragon.

Damian raised his eyebrow, “Is it hard generally or you are just incompetent as usual?” he snarked but Stephanie paid it no mind.

Stephanie stood straight as she started to explain how these boomers—yes, Damian included—- can understand how difficult Cuphead can be to a non-gamer individual, “The mechanics are easy to follow, however it is the attacks that are so hard to avoid. Just imagine yourself thinking of Riddler’s wack ass riddle answer while you are inhaling Scarecrow toxin and then Bane suddenly punches you out of thin air. And no, I am not exaggerating.”

“Steph is not lying, been playing that game for almost three years but I still cannot pass the Dr. Kahl’s Robot in under thirty minutes, and adding another thirty of Honeybottoms level.” Barbara chimed in as she was roped into the game with Steph and she grow fondness to the game.

“So you are stating that it is impossible for any of us to beat this game?” Bruce with his cowl off, asked.

Barbara sighed, “Unfortunately.”

Jason growled, “The only time that clown chose not to suddenly use bombs as he showed up was telling us to beat a game that is impossible to complete in under an hour!” 

“Wait, Honeybottoms? That sounds so familiar, I just cannot put my mind on how,” Dick muttered to himself.

As the bats planned on how to save the hospital without beating the game, you might wonder where Tim is in all of this?

To answer your question, he is in his nest, still trying to recover the worn out keys to put in the new laptop he just bought but would you look at that, the keys cannot be recovered for plot purposes.

He is oblivious to the Cuphead chaos that is happening outside of his nest, until Tamara Fox, the one of the few contacts that can bypass Tim’s do not disturb call him.

“Hey Tam,” Tim greeted as he put his phone in speaker mode.

“There is no need for that, the Joker is terrorising Gotham with your addiction,” Tam hissed at him.

Tim looked up from his disassembled laptop, “Joker is terrorising using Zesti? That’s new,” he said to Tam and went back to do some miracle.

“No, dumbass! Cuphead! He is terrorising Gotham with Cuphead,” she said and Tim can imagine her facepalming at him. But then something caught his attention. With the name of the game he was hyperfixating was said, he dropped his tools and grabbed his phone, “Where? What? How?”

“Are you not watching the news earlier? Joker said that Batman and co can try to beat the game in under an hour, and he was willing to wait for five hours, he is a very considerate man today.” Tam explained the important details.

“Do I also need to beat the Run ‘n Gun levels?” Tim said as he started to turn on his main computer.

“No, he said to just collect the soul contracts.”

“Do I need to go wherever Joker is?”

“I think he said to livestream it?” 

“Oh well he is up for a show.” Tim smirked as he changed his hoodie to his red robin suit sans the cape and started to open his OBS on his main computer in his bunker.

“Good luck even though I know you won’t need it,” Tam said before she hung up.

“Show time.” 

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The Bats were ready to leave the cave when there was a livestream that suddenly started, it showed Tim in his Red Robin uniform with headphones in his head.

“Hey Joker, I was told you will let go of the kids if any of us beat the game right? You need to hold on to your word or else I will break every single bone before Batsy stops me.”

No one knows what the Joker’s response for that except Barbara who told them that the Joker was enthusiastically agreeing with Red.

“So here is my attempt apparently,” Tim said as he kept silent and started playing the damn game.

The game opened to the story line of two cups, but Tim just skipped it and went straight on collecting soul contracts.

He breezed through the world one with 10 minutes on clock and world two with the exception of Grim Matchstick who he died for three times, which he finished for 12 minutes having him twenty two minutes on clock.

Tim was definitely getting annoyed at world three with muttering, “these damn stiff keys,” that made everyone freeze and Steph looked at Damian, knowing what it meant.

“Wait, that is Rumour Honeybottoms?” Dick suddenly said as he remembered who he heard from the Honeybottoms, “Is Tim playing that game with the cover of doing an illegal bidding ring?”

“Wait, the illegal contract ring?”

And suddenly it clicked through everyone’s mind.

Jason was the one who cracked first, “That fucking Replacement.”

As they found out that the workaholic Tim is nothing but a gamer Tim, they were interrupted by Barbara groaning.

“What’s up, Babs?” Dick asked.

“That brat beat Dr. Kahls in 5 minutes! 5 minutes!”

“You are frustrated with that?”

“I will talk to Tim after this,” Barbara mumbled that can be heard through the coms.

And with minute 35, Tim beat the whole world three bosses and he entered the finale with King Dice and the Devil. Tim was definitely having a hard time with King Dice but he managed to defeat King Dice at minute 40 and he finished the devil at minute 43. 

And when Tim was finished, he held his arms high with a proud smile on his face.

And suddenly the Joker was also livestreaming, “How did you do that? We were in love!”

“You thought that the devil danced with you first but you are wrong! He danced with me first!”

“No! NO!” The Joker broke down live and the Bats took that as a signal and went ahead while the Joker was still down.

“Yes! He was in love with me before he found you!” Tim laughed maniacally as he said those words that made the Joker cry with real tears, not those crocodile ones.

And that folks is how Tim Drake stopped the Joker from blowing up a hospital.

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Cuphead

Everyone thinks Red Robin is a workaholic because he was always typing on his laptop.

Tim is just playing cuphead on his laptop.

part 2

It is known in the whole caped community how workaholic Red Robin is. Everytime anyone sees him, he is sitting in the corner of the room and he is always focused on his laptop that is settled in his lap, clicking very rigorously and no one has any courage to interrupt him in his ongoing case.

Dick Grayson, Nightwing, was increasingly worried about his little brother as he also never saw the other to put down his laptop to just take a rest, even in the Batcave. After the patrol, before the debrief, the young vigilante in red will pick up his heavily encrypted laptop and start typing whatever he was doing.

He sometimes heard Tim say about the rumour of honey bottoms or whatever that is.

“Timmy what are you doing?”

“Uh…” Tim looked up to him and looked back at his laptop and added, “...An illegal contract ring.”

“Then can I take a look?” Dick asked as he may have thought that they could make it their brotherly bonding.

Tim widened his eyes and shouted, “No!” Dick was taken aback, maybe he shouldn’t assume that he and Tim  already can be buddies. Tim seemed to see his disappointed expression, and elaborated, “Not that I don’t want to, but this is really not an urgent case, it’s from centuries ago, you don’t need to help me. I promise.” Tim said as he shut his laptop close and held it close to his chest and ran towards Bruce.

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Jason knows that his replacement is a bit like Bruce. Caffeine addicts that abuse their bodies in order to spend their time working into different cold cases in the city of crimes. But Replacement definitely takes that one step higher than Bruce. 

Look, Bruce has a “life” as Brucie Wayne. He slept around and had partied during his twenties and kind of stopped it when took in Dick. But Replacement is surely still virgin, I’m fucking seventeen, Jason, he also definitely haven’t been drinking alcohol, I’m fucking seventeen, Jason, and definitely is not partaking into any bad habits kid supposed to do, I’m fucking seventeen, Jason and a vigilante, and he is probably married to his laptop that he always at least on his lap or an arm length. 

One time he tried to hide it from Replacement and he regretted it so hard. Tim gave him a black eye and he needs to give up one of his safehouses because his damn Replacement put itching powder in every single corner of that safehouse. He needed to burn that safehouse and some of his favourite shirts because they are unsalvageable at that point. He still shivers at that memory. 

“Hey Replacement, whatcha got there?”

“Bidding ring.”

“Can I do something for ya?”

“Leave me alone.”

“Too good to accept any help from me?”

Tim looked at him dead in the eye. Jason's constant chattering made him lose to Hilda Berg, like who the heck lost to Hilda Berg after playing the game for bazillion times! 

“Jason, you are not the only one that came from the streets and came back to life. Steph came from the streets and allegedly died. Dick also died, the same as Bruce and Damian. You are not special.” Tim deadpanned as he grabbed his laptop and beelined to the Redbird. He is so close to beating his forty three minute record and obviously his self-centred predecessor had to mess with him.

“Where are you going, Replacement?”

He turned around and raised his eyebrow and cock his hip, “To hell. Apparently that is the only place where you can’t get in.” He said as he walked away. He heard a gunshot but he just didn't care. He still has to meet up with Grim Matchstick. 

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Tim knows he is a little bit of workaholic, sure he got the Neon Knights in his back during the day and vigilantism at night. But those two won’t definitely fill in every single time he gets on his person. He finished his WE paperworks in time even before the 5 o’clock hits the clock and patrolling just takes five hours a night and he still knows that sleep is a social construct.

Cold cases are fun to crack during his free time but Bruce decided that to be fair to everyone, he divided the cases and Tim called the dibs on trafficking. But Gotham has been getting better at doing human trafficking with a bat in the vicinity, so the rates of trafficking have been lower and lower, which is good! Don’t get him wrong, but now he was bored. 

So he discovered a game of two cups. The animation is really cool and it was challenging, especially about the flamethrowing dragon. The game took at least 10 hours of him playing straight when he was supposed to be resting, because apparently “he is destroying his body because he works too hard.” Alfred’s words not his. But the damn game definitely gave him the spark that trafficking cases gave him.

From ten hours of finishing, it shrinks to eight hours, then six and a half, then five, then four, then two, then fifty five minutes and now his record is forty three minutes and thirty six seconds. Call him an addict to the game but man, at least he is not blowing up bases left and right, right?

If he has a case, he always finishes it first and maybe checks in a little to the others and then he will open the game, it will greet him with the reddish-orange MDHR starting screen. He is now really expert at having one of his hands in the WASD keys and the other in J and semicolon keys. He is gonna beat the thirty three minute world record in this game. He viewed the particular story of the game and memorised the storyline word per word.

He particularly hated The Sugarland, even though he easily beat Baroness Von Bon Bon. It is definitely about how he now hates jawbreaker candies and strawberry cakes. And one of the annoying parts is the flamethrowing flying lizard that resides in Fiery Frolic. He hates that Dragon, it’s so resilient. Says a lot that he is also a resilient Drake. 

He doesn’t want anyone to know how he was addicted to the game of cups collecting soul contracts, he always answers them with, “something about an illegal contract ring” which is somehow true. That devil definitely is not paying his taxes about his casino.

And he heard about the new Cuphead that will be launched in the next couple of months, because no matter how good he is at beating The Devil and King Dice, he wants new bosses to deal with. He is done hating The Phantom Express and he wants a new thrill. 

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Drake is very, very focused. And Drake  was always so focused on his bidding ring case that he always forgot his surroundings. Maybe Damian could teach him a lesson.

In the end, they have the laptop have a sword in the monitor and Tim is just staring at it, blinking at the sword peeking out of his laptop screen. He can still use the partial working screen with the speedrun timer and he is thirty four. Thirty four and he was so close to beating The Devil. And his IGN could be in the ranking of fastest player who beat the Cuphead. But of course the literal Devil of his life wouldn’t make that work.

“Look Drake. You are so inattentive that you didn’t notice that I am attacking yo—” Damian's smug monologue was cut by a sharp slap. Damian definitely didn’t expect Drake to actually attack him, this happened once during the transition of the Robin era and he didn’t have anything left and punched Damian. 

“How dare you, you —!” Damian shouted and was about to tell Drake a lot of colourful words but he was stopped by the glaring of Drake. Those blue eyes are similar when his Grandfather kept telling him that he is a failure. The eyes of disappointment and he can’t say anything, he was frozen in his spot. The colours are different yet they have the eerily familiar disdain. 

Dick heard the commotion and was about to ask what happened but Drake already pulled out the sword from his laptop and he brought Grayson’s neck as if he did or said something, the sword will be buried in his throat. 

“No word.” Drake’s final words as he set the sword down and closed his destroyed laptop and carried the laptop on his way out of the cave.

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This whole schtick was about to end but of course Damian is a curse in his life. He was finally getting his IGN in there, he already has the IGN in the leaderboards but he wanted to become at least on the top five, he is so close and yet so far.

He already downloaded the damned Delicious Last Course and he was really wanting to meet Chef Saltbaker but of course, Damian is a devil that doesn’t want to make his person be satisfied, and that slap is a well-deserved revenge, and Damian better be thankful that sword was not somewhere in his body.

Call him petty for being so pissed over a game that could be downloaded again, but he played so much on this laptop that he embedded his muscle memory to every click of this laptop. A new laptop, even the same model and brand, will start feeling off and he doesn’t want that. Any off feeling will make his gameplay to be slower as he will start to renew his finger dexterity to the new set up. New laptop means more stiff keys and that wouldn’t give any justice to his worn out WASD keys.

He is in the middle of his restoration of his laptop when his phone starts to ring. He planned on ignoring it, but when he looked at the caller ID, it was Barbara. You can ignore everything in the world but not Barbara, she can find you if she wants but then Tim can also be found if he wants.

“Tim.”

“Barbara.”

“Look, I know you have been working non stop on your bidding ring but —”

He cut Barbara off with whatever excuse she has to put the blame on him, as always. “Stop right there, Gordon. I almost finished it and that spawn made me do things back to the start. So tell everyone, contact me after seventeen months, any less will make me commit to Fall Out Nest and you know I could do it.” He said as he hung up the phone. He said seventeen because of the seventeen debtors in that game that he could beat in less than a couple minutes. And he is not joking. 

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Red Robin is a workaholic to everyone else with constantly working in an illegal bidding ring.

Tim is a gamer at heart and he just wanted to be on the top of the leaderboards and he will do it until he dies.

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The Wedding

It's the wedding y'all. I finally did it

Timothy can feel the joyous vibe that is going at the Wayne Manor. The ballroom was designed to the grand to accommodate everyone in this private wedding of Cass and Steph. There are a bunch of people in the caped community and Tim would rather not think about that.

He was having his makeup done, and Cass was already done with her makeup and hair and was now wearing her princess ball gown, sleeves are made of lace, the skirt is made of puffy tulle on top of silk, and the bodice is made of layers of silk, chiffon, and lace. The embroidery of purple butterflies has purple and yellow beadings, probably diamonds. 

“Bruce really went all out,” Tim thought as he closed his eyes so the makeup artist could apply a subtle eyeshadow on his eyelids. Tim is wearing the purple mandarin collar that he bought three weeks ago in Gotham. 

After a little while, he was finished getting his updo and tried to find Cass. Based on the statistics, no matter how much you love someone you will marry, you will still get cold feet or may be nervous. And Tim is right; he found Cass on one of the many hidden balconies of the manor.

“Hey.” he silently whispered as he carefully walked beside Cass.

Cass looked back and saw her favourite brother, “Hi, little brother.”

“You okay?” Tim asked, as he grabbed his sister’s hand and massaged it a little.

Cass tried to smile, “Just nervous.” she whispered.

“Well, it is a big commitment, and I think both of you deserve it.”

“I think Steph deserves better. Not a broken machine—”

“EYY! Stop with this negativity! SHOO!” Tim said as he flung his arms as if shooing the bad thoughts away from Cass, and it cracked a smile from Cass, so small victories.

“Thank you, little brother.”

“I am your man of honour; I have your back, always.” Tim nudged his shoulder at Cassandra's.

Tim and Cass spent a good half an hour talking Cass out of her insecurities, so they went back to where all the bridesmaids are, such as Barbara Gordon, Zatanna Zatara, Kara Danvers, Cassie Sandsmark, Cissie Jones, Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, and Rachel Roth, though Cassie, Artemis, and Kara are wearing purple tuxedos, as they preferred it.

Tim was the only one wearing the purple mandarin collar suit, and good. He should have some spotlight on him. As he was the man of honour for Cass and Tim already had talked to himself that he will be civil, especially in his speech. (No, he won’t.)

They were already finishing touches of Cass’s makeup when there was a knock on the door and it was Bruce, telling them that they only had 10 minutes before Cass needed to go down. Tim lowered the white veil of Cass and it triggered something in Timothy but he held it in as Steph was all ready to be walked to the altar by her mother and Cass was supposed to be walking with Bruce and Tim but Tim declined as he can see this is a very special moment for Bruce. Walking his only daughter to the hands of a trusted person of the family.

Timothy will be walking to the aisle with Harper, Stephanie’s maid of honour. And then the bridesmaid and the bridesman are walking with their respective partners, like an ordinary wedding. 

Timothy has always loved the concept of a wedding, but he knows that he is not stable enough to actually do it himself.  He cannot see himself spending the rest of his life with someone beside him; the idea of spending the last breaths with your loved one was too surreal to be true. Not after everything.

The wedding starts as most of both of the family members are part of the bridal party. The flower boys and ring bearer were followed by Stephanie and her mother, next was the paired-up wedding party with Tim and Harper at the end of that party and last but not least was Cassandra Wu-San-Wayne with Bruce Wayne, both with huge smiles on their faces and Tim looked over and hoped that Sandra was here to see that beautiful smile that she protected. 

Jason being the ceremony announcer, and Diana Prince being the officiant of the wedding and the wedding march finally start. The wedding started by the flower girls and the ring bearers, and the bridal party walked through, with Tim partnered with Harper as Stephanie’s maid of honour.

And Stephanie walked with her mother in her arms. Stephanie was wearing a beautiful simple lace and tulle white wedding gown. The bodice has a corseted bodice filled with flower lace that probably was specifically commissioned from France. And the skirt was silk-lined with tulle. Her blonde hair was pinned up in an elegant bun with a veil that covered her face.

Up next was Cassandra, in her gown with the purple veil that covered her face and the gown that has a cathedral train. Tim saw her beautiful sister happy, even with the veil that covered her face, he could see that she was smiling behind it.

And the ceremony begins. 

Hand in hand, Stephanie and Cassandra exchanged their rings, vows and loving gazes.

Stephanie was the first one to say her vow to Cassandra, with a smile that can rival the sun.

“Cassandra, the love of my life, I appreciate you embracing my lovely, chaotic, and vibrant way of living just like I do. I vow to support you in pursuing your dreams. I assure you that I will keep encouraging you to become the greatest version of yourself. I promise you I'll make you smile when you're overthinking things. I vow to cherish you without conditions. I vow to prioritize you and always maintain our connection. I promise you that I will always continue to sing my silly songs, even though I realize you hope I won't. Our path as a family has only recently started, and I eagerly anticipate what lies ahead for us. Cassie, my love, you are the one I select to share eternity with, my genuine soulmate. I choose you today, and I will keep choosing you for eternity. I cherish you forever.” and as she finished her vows, Stephanie was trembling, clearly trying to stop herself from crying.

Cassandra’s vows were written on a sheet of paper, after all, she was not going to say her vows in broken English, it took so many nights of trying to find any grammatical errors but it was now done. 

“Stephanie, before I met you, I never genuinely believed in "the one true love", I realize now that what we share goes beyond and forms a much deeper connection of souls. In you, I discovered a life companion, a beloved, a friend, a refuge, and a person with whom I can show my truest, most vulnerable self. In you, I discovered a person who uplifts me, who motivates me, who values and esteems me. I appreciate you for always accepting me as I am and for gazing at me with affection, even when it’s clear that I’m being... excessive. Thank you for accepting all the aspects that contribute to my identity. Above all, I appreciate your dedication in the family; I could not have chosen a better role model for our future children. It was never only me; it was always the family and I. I appreciate your willingness to face the challenges of our career, for caring for my brothers and supporting me in their upbringing. I appreciate you sharing the experience of a friend with me and will be my wife for the rest of our life. You are an incredible lover, and I couldn’t be more thankful.” 

Cassandra ends her beautiful vows with Stephanie crying her eyes out and her makeup has a trail of tears, but it doesn’t matter. Cassandra just said a concrete promise and Stephanie is allowed to be loved fully, without getting used and hurt. 

And after the vow exchange, the two brides kissed with so much love and nobody can exceed the love that was shared that day.

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Twins!Tim and Jackson

Jack and Janet Drake has a lot of skeletons in their closet and one of those is having only one child name after them, which will be proving a lie once you enter the bedroom of Timothy Jackson Drake. You will be greeted by two young boys with the same pale skin, blue eyes and soft face.

There are two Timothy Jackson Drake.

"Timothy" Jackson Drake is a more reserved boy than his older twin who is more boisterous and mischievous and has a lot of energy in him. He rather stay in his room wearing his comfy silk pajamas and read mystery novels, he rather stay in his room writing songs and poems, trying to solve the cold cases in Buzzfeed Unsolved and practice more of his curriculums.

Timothy "Jackson" Drake is a joyful little bundle of energy. He rather be in hoodie in the streets of Gotham taking pictures and skateboarding and being loud. He likes being around and familiarising himself in his surroundings. He hates quiet places, he hates being a perfect kid and he hates being in the center of attention, he likes to blend with the background as it was more easier to sneak around.

"Timothy" Jackson Drake and Timothy "Jackson" Drake. Two boys who share everything with each other, even their birth certificate. Two boys who fool everyone, even their own parents, that there is only one Timothy Jackson Drake that has been registered and existed to the Gotham City.

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"Tereck! I have a surprise for you~" a little boy sing-sang as he enter their room, revealing a similar face of the boy that was waiting for him with a book in hand.

"What is it, Jorothy?" 'Tereck' asked, curious as what his brother brought back to him.

"Ta-da!" 'Jorothy' revealed what he had and it got an instantaneous reaction of gasp from his little brother.

"I know Mother and Father forbid us to buy useless things with their money, but this is not from their money, so don't worry." Jackson winked at his younger brother.

That statement received a frown, "You are not doing illegal things, right?"

Jackson chuckled and ruffled his brother's hair, "No, some tourist wants to take a photo and gave me a tip. Probably from New York." Because no Gothamite will asked for a photo with the potential of taking their camera or phone, this is Gotham.

Timothy hugged Jackson, "I just don't want to be separated from you." the younger twin mumbled, making Jackson to smiled softly at his little brother.

"I promise, we will always be together, forever."

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Jackson hugged his twin, as a hope it will stop his dearest brother to such a suicide mission, he will embark. "Timothy, you don't have to do this. Let Batman be an adult and take care of himself." He reasoned as he was growing desperate. His brother was willing to hurt himself just to save an adult that is probably capable of doing it himself.

But Timothy shook his brother off, knowing what could happen to his beloved Gotham once Batman was ripped to shreds. "But without Batman, Gotham will be destroyed, Jackson." Timothy said as he put his little hands to his twin's face, making him looked at him. "I know you hate it here, but it is our home."

"A home is a place with a happy family. And it is not here, as long as the two of us is together, it is a home. If Gotham falls, even better, we could just pack our bags and leave." Jackson said with indicts in his voice that he was right and he knows it must be followed as it was better for both of them.

"Batman needs Robin, J. And I am willing to be a Robin to save Gotham."

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"I hate you." Jackson said as he dab a cotton swab on the busted lip on Timothy. This is not even from the criminals that was supposed to be violent, this was from Batman, himself.

Timothy sighed, "I know." He can't say anything. His brother that treasure him like a pearl, and now he was nursing him from an injury from the protector of Gotham.

"You can just quit, you know."

"But I will not."

Jackson hugged his brother, "I hate seeing you hurt, you are not built to be Robin." he whispered to his brother and buried his face to his brother's hair.

"But I'm the only one who can be Robin."

"I wish I could stop you from your insane activities."

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"This is our chance now, T. Mother is dead, Father is in coma. We could sneak away from Gotham and no one will notice."

"No one but Batman."

"Batman doesn't care about you!"

"Gotham will notice that Robin was once again gone."

"Gotham will notice and won't give second thoughts about it."

"But-"

"No more buts, pack your bags, we will leave."

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"This is it, T. After we land to Latvia, we can renew our lives."

"That is amazing, J." T said as his heart was heavy with guilt, knowing he will leave his twin in this plane. "J, I love you."

"I love you too, T."

"I'm sorry." Timothy said as he injected a tranquilizer to his brother's arm. He walked discreetly to the still open passenger door and left his brother.

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It is so hot in the middle of the desert. He just finished blowing up the League of Assassin's bases and he kneeled as adrenaline finally eludes him. He wished his brother was here to fetch him like back in grade school. Like whenever he cry in the middle of the night, his brother will be there beside him. Exhaustion is finally catching up to him when an orange monster truck stopped by him.

"Need a ride?" A voice that has been haunting him since he left the airport. He look up and saw the same face that he now wished to see.

"Jorothy?" he blurted out his twins absurd nickname he gave his brother when they were kids.

Jackson smirked from the nickname, "Sup, Tereck."

Timothy jumped from kneeling and climbed the huge truck and attempt to hug his brother, but his body just decide to just gave up on him. His brother jumped of the truck, and carried him like a koala. His brother turned and speak, "Please help yourself, Miss Fox. I hope you know how to climb a car."

"I am so sorry, Jackson."

"Shh, sleep for now. Rest, Timothy, you deserve it."

"I am so so sorry, for leaving you, Jackson."

"Shh, I told you, we will always be together, forever. Even if we were apart for years."

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Unhinged Prompt

Person A: "your so good at bottling stuff"

Person B who has a hobby of cutting/extracting organs to be put in a jar: "well..."

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I visited my wips and now I don't know how to end it... IT'S CLOSE TO 10K IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CHUCKLED 3K AT MOST WHY DID I DO IT??? AND I MADE A SIDE OF THAT UNFINISHED ONE AND I WAS ABOUT TO END IT TO??? AAAAAAHHH

And also the wedding for three weeks is almost finished!! toodles!

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A SWOOP Doc About Timothy Jackson Drake

"Imagine you are a young boy, living in a city of crimes, so the statistics of breaking and entering has always been all-time high, so your parents will always take safety precaution for you, their child that they choose to have, to be always safe, right?"

"But you didn't expect them to go on lengthy expeditions that always makes both of your parents to be gone for months. And you would not think about any of it because you are a child and wouldn't know that your parents are absent at best and negligent at worst."

"And everything change when your mother comes back in a casket and your father was in a coma. So you're rich ass fuck, bimbo 'neighbour', because you live next door, that has a penchant for adopting black hair with blue eyes kid decides that it was time for him to swoop in. Not when you are alone in that house when your parents are in their trips, not before your absent parents are basically dead."

"Then there was a sudden change, at 16, your father was killed after being awake from coma for months and you decide to go around the world like your parents did when you were a kid. It could be a coping mechanism, but who knows."

"After your globe trotting, you come back to the city and suddenly got pushed to do a job, not just any job, but being the largest shareholder of one of the world's biggest company. You are 17, haven't finished highschool and yet doing a job that you have no say, because of your adoptive father is a stupid fuck that everyone is still thinking how his company didn't went bankrupt with his leadership."

"And then you think to yourself, "Well, if I am old enough to do a job, maybe I am an adult." so you file for emancipation and it was approved. You are now an adult and don't have any connection with your adoptive family. And everything was okay until your are announced dead by your adoptive family, after of a terrorist attack. It is sad, that you are now dead at 19. But you come back after 4 years, and found out that you have a grave. What will you do?"

And it shows a video of a young man sitting in a sofa and calmly said, "I'm Timothy Jackson Drake, and this is my story." and it cut to the show's intro.

"Hello everyone, my name is [SWOOP] and I make documentaries about true crime, root psychology and influencers who abuse their power, because it's not drama, it's dangerous. Today we are diving in to the tragic case of Timothy Jackson Drake. Many has done their research and deep dives about this young man's life, but here we are going to tackle down the things that has not said by many, like the roots of Drakes, the life of being alone and being a slave to the richest man of Gotham City. And here's what we know."

The video shows the documentary sounds.

[HHJ: I really really like SWOOP documentary and I always and always has been really thinking on how does the internet world/outside world says on a teenager billionaire, and I am assuming it will be a big of a deal like what happen with Kylie as the youngest billionaire. So have a sip of what I just write.]

[hanihazeljade]

Three Days

Three days before Tim loses his shit the wedding

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Tim noticed it.

He might be retired but being observant was his one and only talent since he was a kid. It was engraved in him. 

He knows that everyone in this damn house was trying their best to spend his remaining three days in Gotham. And in Tim’s humble opinion, it is fucking annoying.

Like don’t get him wrong, but if he spends one more minute being surrounded by the Waynes, buttering him up to extend his stay in Gotham, he might really just fall off the grid once again and he doesn’t want that.

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Dick has been catering every whim he said out loud, a little bad habit he developed while living in Hokkaido. Now, Tim has to revert back to keeping his mouth shut and a little annoying since he cannot say that he wanted that amazing strawberry crepe that pass through his Instagram feed or that delectable taiyaki that he craves since getting out of Japan, it is winter and taiyaki is a must have.

“Tim, do you really not like this crepe that I bought for you?”

“No.”

“But you just said earlier—”

“No is no, Richard.”

But now, he cannot say it or even just look so hungry looking at his phone, because Richard John Grayson is definitely gonna buy or make it and Tim will never eat it. Because he wants no connection of the hot and sweet taiyaki to any of the Waynes once he goes back to Japan.

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Jason reads him whenever Tim is playing with his phone and Tim will just put on earbuds. In Timothy’s perspective and based on the years that he lived in this house, Jason has always read outloud just to annoy him. How does Tim know that Jason was trying to bond with him? However, Jason was not cowering and just letting Tim to not bond with him. 

So, he invited Tim to a shooting range and Tim is kind off hesitating as he sworn of guns but that is because he has the chance to become Gun Batman and now that he is not in the cape community, he already get rid his sense of justice (he never had in the first place), and he does not care about Batman anymore. So he said yes, and he is please to see that his precision is still at it’s top shape. Maybe he might not be actively throwing batarangs and grapples, he has been playing shooting games and goldfish scooping. Jason is shocked to see that the retired Robin has a better aim than him, after 7 years of retirement, but still not strong enough to handle teh recoil of Alfred’s shotgun.

“How the fuck you have a better aim than me?”

“Arcade games and catching a lot of fish, baka.” 

“I can understand Japanese!”

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Damian tried his best to spend time with Tim everytime the latter has photographing in Alfred’s greenhouse. And throughout the whole time, they are minding their business. Tim is photographing in his space and Damian is painting in his. And in the end of the day, Damian gives Timothy his finished piece with the excuse of trying out new technique or art style, and Tim knew after three paintings, was a bullshit excuse as there were never anything different in each painting.

“Timothy.”

“What is this?”

“A finished piece.”

“Why are you giving it to me?”

“It clashed with the style of my previous works.”

“Kind of ironic. You embody chaos.”

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Bruce is trying his best to spend time with Tim, however the late changes in Cass and Steph’s wedding has kept him busy. Tim truly missed the butting heads between him and Bruce on certain debates and all but he understands that Bruce can finally bring Stephanie in his family after years of wanting to. After all, Bruce could not adopt Steph, so this is a way for him to finally legalise Steph in his family.

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Alfred is there spending time with him in silence when he is editing his photos and answering emails in the kitchen counter and Alfred is there either washing the dishes or preparing a meal and will occasionally put down a treat and beverage mostly just cookie and tea. Tim appreciates it, he likes the tranquility Alfred gave him with the bonus of spending time with him.

“I hope the snack was to your taste, Master Tim.”

“It was Alfred. I will miss it.”

“Well, you could have not.” 

Tim just smiled.

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Cass and Steph occasionally pooped out to drag Tim out of the manor to try something that changed throughout the 7 year leave. He tried the new tanghulu stand in Diamond District, he also tried the new trift shop in Old Gotham, and the new addition in Robinson Park that Ivy reserved only to her trusted people.

“I don’t know how you and Cass can do this in a day.”

“That is a sign of aging, you know.”

“Hey!”

“It’s fine. I love you, still and always.”

“Cass, you're supposed to be on my side!”

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Tim is not lying when he said that he likes the attention that he is currently receiving because he indeed likes it. He loves any attention that he gets. But he is not an idiot, he knows it is temporary, once he comes back for good in Gotham, this newfound attention will dissipate in air. Like his time back then.

Tim knows that he is not gonna settle back in Gotham. Hokkaido is his home now. He loves the peaceful blue sky every morning, not a gray cloud that the polluted city of Gotham could offer him. As much as he loves the service and food Alfred could give him, he rather have to eat out of a takeout box or go out of his house and walk around and talk to the baba that gave him daikon or the jiji that asked him to drink tea and chat with him. Or to go to his part time job at the local coffee shop.

He already settled in Japan and he plans to stay there for much longer.

Tim is leaving and no one can stop him.

[hanihazeljade]

Three Fires

Tim and New Years.

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(HHJ: I'm back from the dead :])

Listen. 

Tim is not a pyromaniac, period.

Just because he liked to explode some shit, back in his active days, doesn’t make him a pyromaniac. Like how he paints one painting, it doesn’t make him a painter.

But he is a kid that grew to love fireworks. And he doesn’t want to welcome the New Year without the Waynes and so therefore, he went to Marina to see if his boat is still there. And to his surprise, his boat is still there, abandoned and rusted.

He spent the days restoring the boat to a somewhat functioning state, and by some miracle, with a change of spark plug, battery, and motor, buying some gasoline, and cranking up the engine, it still works! He must be some sort of genius and miracle worker if he can start up this old boat. 

He also gave it a little wash and removed the barnacles that had been weighing the ship down after being unused for almost a decade. He threw most of the junk that was left there before he moved on, being Red Robin. He bought fairy lights to have this ambiance vibe when it is dark; he also bought some scented candles to freshen up the old smell of metal. He bought a fluffy rug and a deck chair to use in the boat and, of course, some firecrackers.

He has a box of Roman candles, aerial firecrackers, and sparklers to spend tonight. If anything happened in the marina, at least he had some weapons to protect himself, he thought to himself. But if Killer Croc suddenly rises above the marina, he is going to feed that cannibal all the peony fireworks he has.

Now, the boat is in a usable state. Not pristine clean, as the rusts are impossible to remove in three days. But the space was now there and he could have his ‘me time’ with his camera and the disgusting, somewhat still clean bay of Marina.

The afternoon of the 31st, he went to his boat and started to assemble his setups, especially his recording camera that he will timelapse for an aesthetic reel to post in his Instagram. He was taking advantage of the rare sunset of the Marina that he rarely got when he was still living in Gotham but now that Wayne Enterprise is actually working with reducing their carbon footprint and probably teaming up with Poison Ivy to have more greenery in once grey city, he applauded everyone that deserves the credit for it.

When the sun is finally down, he opens up the tiny light inside the boat and the Christmas lights that he got for the outside of the boat. He also put down a blanket and set the red wine and ham and cheese, some fruits, and dinner to get him by for the night. He grabbed his laptop and went to the downloaded movies that he has and by that, his night was going great so far.

He had already finished his dinner and was now drinking his wine when he noticed that it was almost midnight. He put everything inside and brought out the fireworks that he bought. He is debating putting every single flash powdere of each firecracker for a messed-up version of the “Mixing Everything” trend and then posting it on TikTok.

Tim giggled at the idea and he might consider that as he separated each version of the firecracker, he might have done it at the end before ending the night. He grabbed a lighter and started a countdown on his phone. As the clock hits 12, he lit the aerial fireworks and watched them explode into beautiful shades of purple, red, green, and blue. He watched the fireworks light the entirety of Marina in sparks of colour and he lit another one, and then another, until he had one for later.

He then starts on the roman candles and probably he should not have bought this but you only live once, my dude. So here he goes. The continuous shots of the roman candles are very much in his aesthetic and vibes, if he is going to be honest about it. He then switched to sparklers for a more relaxed vibe and not the full chaos of the Roman candles. He alternated the two until he just got the idea of getting a metal container and mixed what was left in his stash.

Was this a good idea? Absolutely not. Will there be a lot of negative reaction due to the unsafe standards of the activity that he is going to do? Probably. And after weighing that the cons are more than the pros, he decides to do it. It is for science, and not definitely to satisfy his pyromaniac mindset.

He starts to extract the flash powderin a metal pan that he has somehow in the boat. He did that for a while until he finished every single firecracker that he had. He thought for a second that maybe it was smart enough to not do it in his boat so he tried to look for a wide board and a rag and gasoline.

He set the board in the deck as he made a contraption that can be called a homemade bomb firecracker. He is not a bomb maker, he is past that. So, he made it on the board with the metal pan in the middle while having a thinly cut rag that is soaked in gasoline to be a wick and he made it long enough to give him time to actually put the board away from his boat. He put it in a circle but not close enough to burn the nearer rag.

He looked down at his creation and he is quite proud. If the contraption works, pog, but if not, well, at least he tried. He set the board on the water carefully and lit up the end of the rag and gave the board a little push so it would go away from his boat. 

After, he watched it on his deck as he watched the fire on the board creep slowly to the centre of the board and he watched it catch on fire and then, a bright light flash in his eyes and a huge booming sound. He flinched and was off balance and almost fell down but caught himself and looked at the board, or where the board was half of it, the metal pan is gone and he is proud of it.

He laughed and laughed as happiness from the weird experiment that he tried came to him. He would never feel this happiness on doing stupid things if he stayed here in Gotham. He would never have the guts to do this stupid crap if he did not decide to leave Gotham. And he is glad that he chose to stand up for himself rather than bottle things up again and again and wallow in self-doubt. 

He looked at his DLSR that was still filming him, he smiled and waved and he turned it off.

[hanihazeljade]

👀

[hanihazeljade]

Ra's Al Ghul is my new Alfred

Contrary to the popular belief, Alfred is not all saint and kind. Maybe to some, but not for Tim.

Alfred let Tim got beaten up by his own son as he was busy dealing with his grief.

Alfred let Tim go back to the ghost house even with severe injuries.

Alfred let Bruce to break Tim's bones as it was a 'necessity'.

Alfred let Jason to continuously tried to kill Tim as it let's Jason's pit rage to get in control .

Alfred let Damian to keep so many pets when he always told Tim that pets are not allowed in Manor.

Alfred lied to Tim about his friends as a 'gift' for his sweet sixteen.

Alfred let Dick to ostracize Tim when Tim telling everyone that Bruce is alive.

Alfred is not all that good.

However, Ra's Al Ghul never let anyone to hurt Tim.

Ra's Al Ghul never lied to Tim to make Tim pass a certain test.

Ra's Al Ghul never ostracize Tim to his servants as he let everyone to spar with Tim as a form of familiarize themselves to the new face in Nanda Parbat.

Ra's Al Ghul always accommodate Tim's whims as he always told Tim that he matters and he can have everything he wanted.

Ra's Al Ghul never let Tim to be his punching bag, or even Talia's punching bag. He even almost kill his own daughter just to make Tim safe in Nanda Parbat.

Alfred is in the "good" scale while Ra's is in the "bad" scale. But Ra's Al Ghul treated Tim better than anyone will ever be.

[hanihazeljade]

Three Sirens

Tim and Harley moments!!!

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Timothy had a quite peaceful day yesterday with Lex Luthor and he hopes that he will have it again today. The Wayne boys are going to a charity event and Tim is not a Wayne so therefore he doesn’t need to attend any events revolving around the Waynes. Cass and Stephanie are practicing their dance and that leaves Tim to spend the day alone.

He once again dressed up to go outside. He planned on skating around Gotham like he was once a kid and he wanted to feel a little bit nostalgic, but it was snowing and skates and ice don’t go well.

He walked and walked and walked for a long while and he didn’t have any plans but just to walk. He didn’t expect to go to Robinson Park and meet Harley Quinn without Poison Ivy, and who would have thought that the most obsessed member of the Joker’s henchmen would be out in a park and that he is retired from crime work and just dating someone and acting like an old married couple.

“Heya little birdie!” Harley called him up, her blonde hair and chalk skin were a nice contrast to the park’s green nature.

“Sup, Ms. Harley.” Tim smiled at her. “How’ve you been?”

“Such a polite boy as I remember you are.” Harley petted Tim’s hair. “And since you look like you are free, a quick, non-relatable question: How good are you at Mario Kart? ”

Tim raised his eyebrow, “I’m quite good at Yoshi Valley.” ‘One of the best, actually.’

Harley grinned, “Nice! Ivy is having to run for some errand and I want to smash someone at Rainbow Road,” she said as she began dragging the young man to her flat.

Tim grinned as well, “As long as I have the call for King Boo,” he said, as he will kill anyone to grab his favourite character, because, let’s be real here, Boo is one of the underrated characters.

“Your in, Little Bird.”

Harley and Tim walked towards the beat-up apartment of Harley. The space is definitely something Tim would not survive into after probably grooming himself into a minimalist aesthetic that fit into the Japanese standard.

Harley’s apartment is the exact opposite of that. In the living room, there is a TV monitor that is hung to the wall with a PlayStation wired in, a couch with a bunch of soft knitted blankets draped over it, a very… unusual fluffy pink carpet that has a skull design in it, and you cannot miss the hundreds of plants all over the place. 

Harley quickly opened the Mario Kart and gave Tim a controller, making Tim finally get out of his trance of how contradicting Harley and his aesthetic.

“Get ready to lose, baby bird.”

“Well, not today.”

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Tim and Harley played for hours until a certain cat burglar crashed into Harley’s apartment.

Tim was wiping the floor with Harley in Moo Moo Meadows when Selina decided to distract both of them, “And here you are, the Waynes were about to launch a search and rescue for you,” Selina said, startling the two, who were very much busy on a very important task at hand.

Tim laughed, “It is not my fault that there is nothing recreational to do in the manor when everyone is too busy prepping the wedding of the century,” he said as he successfully pushed Harley to one of the cows.

“The wedding of the century? I don’t know about that. I am pretty sure Bruce will do more extravagant things if you got married, Timmy Cat,” Harley said as she tried to get back on track.

Tim grimaced at the thought of being with someone for his entire life. “Weddings are kinda cringe for me, not gonna lie.” 

Selina shook her head. “You kids will know someday the joys of marriage.”

“Then why are you not married at what? In your fifties?”, with that fast remark, Harley choked on air and Selina looked at him like he told her that he beat cats on his free time. Tim just tried to stop his smile but he can’t, that comeback is just too good.

“That is rude, young man.”

“Well, most men like me rude in bed.” Harley cackled at Tim’s reply. 

Harley finally finished the track so she patted Tim on the back, a little too hard in his humble opinion, “You might be retired from being a walking traffic light of Gotham and yet you still have your quick sass.”

“Charisma, uniqueness, nerve, and talent. Thank you very much,” Tim said as he snapped his fingers as he said the tagline of a program.

“And what is this chaos I am witnessing at my home?”

“IVY!!” Harley threw her controller, almost hitting Tim in the face if he had not dodged at the right time.

“Hello, Peanut. I miss you too.”

Selina gagged, “And here we are, the couple of the month.”

“Just this month?” Ivy raised her eyebrow, they are very much the couple of the month, every single month, thank you very much.

“Little Spoiler and Orphan will be the best couple next month, with the wedding, you know.” Selina answered and Tim just nodded his head. 

“Oh, yeah, right. Two lesbeans are going to tie the knot.”

“Isn’t that adorable, Ivy?”

“Yes, it is quite adorable, peanut.”

Ivy and Harley just stare at each other with so much love and sweetness and Tim could not take it anymore. “And with Miss Isley being here, I am going back to the manor. I am afraid of finding a cop to deliver me there,” Tim said as he tried to straighten his crumpled clothes from being so rowdy at playing Mario Kart.

“Thank you, little birdie, for playing with me!” Harley shouted at him as she snuggled with Ivy.

Tim waved at her and also yelled back, “Thank you too!”

[hanihazeljade]

Bed and healthy sleeping schedule :D

Let’s do this again

[hanihazeljade]

Three Compliments

The disastrous day of Timothy Jackson Drake

(HHJ: I AM BACK! A LITTLE SLEEP DEPRIVED BUT NEVERTHELESS UPDATING THIS FIC! AND ALSO THIS FIC IS ALSO NOW IN AO3 FOR THE UPDATE ALERTS LMAO)

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It was such a lovely cold day on the 27th of December. The Wayne Manor was quietly sipping their morning beverage with a dash of bickering from Jason and Dick when a shout broke the peaceful vibe of the manor.

“Tamara Mildred Fox! I swear to god if you are using my lipstick, it is over! ”A loud voice breaks through the peace and calmness of the manor.

“It compliments my skin well.” A high-pitched voice answered back with a snort in the end.

“You are full of bullshit! I am pale as a sheet, and you are a buckwheat! ”

“Fine, it looks good on Pru though.”

A gasp was heard—an overly dramatic gasp. “What happened to bros before hoes?”

“Darling, I will choose Pru over you at any given time and day.”

“Such a lovely friend you are.”

Tim and Tam’s shouting match echoes through the halls of the east wing. After the Christmas Party, some people decide to stay at the overly large house of Batman and to sleep there, including the Fox’s. 

Tam was having a blast going through everything Tim had brought for the wedding. And she still couldn’t believe how much Tim could pack in one suitcase. There are three dresses, including Tim’s red Dior 1999 collection. There is a purple long gown with a high slit  and an olive green floral lace dress, and it was supposed to be floor length, but Tim made some adjustments to make the length to his ankle.

And with those dresses brought out from Tim’s suitcase, Tam wanted Tim to model those dresses, and with the help of Cass, who got wind of the situation in Tim's room, dragged Stephanie with her, and they decided to make Tim a mannequin.

Tim wants to say that he hated being dressed up and painted, but that was a big fat lie, as he was so relaxed having someone else to do the styling of his face and dresses. 

The night was such a beautiful memory for Tim, but the morning was not. It started when Tamara Fox decides to steal Tim’s favourite nude lipstick and decides to use the shade that looks atrocious with Tam’s skin colour. Colour Theory apparently. 

And that is how they got into their shouting match, with Tam and Tim laughing as they went out of manor to go shopping—what Tam said when Bruce asked where they would go. And that is a lie. Tim and Tam would go separate ways once they went to Wayne Enterprise. Tam would have her date with Pru; Tim is invited to hang out with them, but Tim rejects the idea of being third wheel. So, Tim just dropped Tam to be with Pru and will just find ways to entertain himself.

But it seems fate decided to spoil him a little when he saw Lex Luthor in the lobby of Wayne Enterprise and who Tim was to not grab the chance to mess around with his ex-archnemesis when it came to business back when he was the largest shareholder of Wayne Enterprise.

“Lex! It is so nice to see you here in Gotham!” Timothy greeted the bald man. Lex looks at him; a little bit of surprise and also amusement can be seen on his face if you know where to look.

“Timothy Drake, finally, someone that uses their head.” Lex grunted as he left the front desk and walked towards Tim. Timothy Jackson Drake to Lex Luthor is always has been a thorn in the side of LexCorp. However, Timothy Drake once was Wayne, is a refreshing sight in the business world. He might look young however has an mind of a veteran businessman. Lex was jealous of Wayne because he has the young Timothy as an heir and actually regret not snatching the young man when it was rumoured that Timothy left the company to hand it over to the youngest Wayne.

Lex might actually just have an heir if he just talked Timothy using this opportunity, Wayne already has a chance and yet he threw it away to the window, and who is Lex to not take that opportunity to have a wonderful and brilliant man to be his heir. And Conner and Tim has got along back everytime they met before.

Timothy immediately picked up Lex’s bad mood, “Why you seem so… annoyed Lex?” he asked the man.

“There has been a complication in scheduling for Wayne. It seems like they double-book, and I have to wait for yet another week.” 

“Want to have a coffee with me?” Tim proposes; after all, Timothy Drake and Lex Luthor have a rather pleasant relationship in terms of business appeal. Yes, they had a love-hate relationship when it came to stopping the other one from step into their territory, but it seems like Damian let Lex have reign in Gotham. A dumb decision in Tim’s opinion.

“Sure, since I am stuck here in this forsaken city without Mercy.” Now, normally Lex would not accept any invitations of anyone. But this city has been keeping up in it’s name and Lex has not anything going to his plan. Meeting Timothy is a nice surprise.

Timothy looked around and sure thing, Mercy, the bodyguard/secretary, is not with Lex. “Oh yeah, right. Where is Mercy?” he asked and he held out his arm as a gesture for Lex to follow him.

Luthor walked with him before answering, “She’s in the hotel, after she dropped me off at the Wayne Tower.”

“She needs to do something there? I barely remember seeing you without Mercy by your side.”

“Yes, she said she will handle the packing and as I have a flight to catch up in Rome.”

They arrive at the coffee shop and Tim ordered, “One banana soy frappe with a shot of espresso and extra whipped cream, and what is yours Lex?”

“One regular medium roast.” Lex curtly said and Tim just shrugged, internally judging the man to have such a basic palette. 

Timothy looked back at the cashier, “And one regular medium roast, please.”

“That will be $21.17.” The cashier said and Tim gave him his card and swipe it to pay both coffees. “Name please.”

“Timothy.” Tim said and lead Lex to a empty two seat table.

“It’s been so long since I saw you, Timothy.” Lex pathetic excuse of an ice breaker but Tim would not judge. Well, not openly, at least.

“Need peace with this city. A weekly prison break will not help me with my condition.” Timothy joked and chuckled.

Lex raised his brow, “I did not know you are sick.”

“Well, no. I am not that sick, just… burnout, I guess. My therapist told me that I should let go once in a while.” Timothy said as he tried his best to explain but also not give too much information to Lex, who knows what will Lex will do about it.

“You are seeking therapy?” Lex looked at him skeptically.

“Oh yes, apparently I was borderlining psychopathy and depression, apparently and I can’t have that.” Tim said as he knows it might be an information that a few knows, but he wants Lex to suddenly just slip it out if he was with the Waynes and just saw the chaos it will ensue and Tim would not be here if that happens.

“It seems like you did change. You are more free to said what is in your mind. Not unlike when you are handling Wayne’s company.”

“And here I thought, you hate that about me.”

“And I always told you that it was a likeable attitude of yours.”

“Hmm.”

And they let silence and the background to fill it, and then Tim’s name was called.

“Want to play chess?”

“Sure.”

[hanihazeljade]

Three Pasts

The Waynes +Tim had Christmas. And some other welcome and unwelcome guests.

(HHJ: Hi guys! After this one update I might afraid that my next update will be so long after this one, because my professors decide that their happiness is their student's suffering. I am drowning with a bunch of reports to do, so just giving you a heads up!)

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Tim knows that he had to go back, after with a bunch of messages pinging his phone and tonight is Christmas Eve. Tim doesn’t want to even celebrate this forsaken holiday, as he doesn’t have any experiences on how to celebrate it. 

But he has no choice as Tam is going to celebrate with her family and Tim doesn’t want to put more burden than he already had. 

So, at noon, he picked himself and said goodbye to Tam and travelled back to the curse house of the Waynes. He quietly enters the house and hopes that nobody could see him tiptoeing around as if he snuck out last night and failed to come home late at night. 

But of course, Cass found him doing stupid shit in his life. She has an expression on her face that could only be translated that she is not amused at whatever Tim pulled. Tim looked at her and awkwardly smiled, “Hey, Cassie.” Tim used his annoying voice, hoping for some reaction out of Cass, but nada.

“You left.” Cass signed and Tim knows he fucked up. Cass was more on using broken English as she was more comfortable using it and she just used signs when she is incredibly high of emotions, A.K.A when she is mad.

Tim just gave her a pout, hoping to soften her, “I know, I left a little bit hastily yesterday. But I was pissed, you know? Why do I get called a whore when they probably have laid more people than I have?” he justified himself, he knows it is a little bit immature but Tim is a petty little shit.

“Made me worried. What if you didn’t come back?” Cass signed a little too fast but Tim still understood it, after all, Cass’ eyes showed so much hurt and desperation. When he left, Tim did not give anyone anything to prove of his life except for those postcards that he kept sending until Tim was caught in the flesh by Cass.

Tim hugged his sister tight, “And not attend your wedding? Not in this life.” And he can feel Cass relaxed a little bit.

“Was really scared. Couldn’t find you. Felt miserable, useless.” Cass stuttered. And Tim just cradled her sister, understanding that his sister doesn’t like being incompetent.

Tim dragged Cass to the nearest couch, “Come on, let's take a nap before tonight.” Tim said as he fell down to the couch with Cass in tow.

Cass squirmed a little until she got a comfy spot. “Dad wants everyone to celebrate Christmas. Be here, okay?” she mumbled as she was slowly giving in to sleep.

“Just for you, Cass.”

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Christmas eve is not that eventful, thank goodness. They just made gingerbread houses— which Tim wants to brag to Tam that he has the best gingerbread house, thank you very much— they ate dinner, with it can be considered a feast and Tim just stick to three foods that he very much missed to eat, Alfred’s carbonara, chicken pot pie and coffee jelly, and then of course, the gift giving. 

He gave everyone a knitter sweater with their symbols, and no Tim did not knit everyone’s sweater, he just made a custom order and the only sweater he hand knit is Cass’. Everyone seems fine with his gift and he starts to open his gifts. Alfred made him a red scarf, Bruce gave him camera lens –which he already has, but it doesn’t hurt having an extra one— Richard gave him a  ticket to Paris Olympics— no, Tim is not interested on going — Jason book about photography –which he doesn’t need, he had a degree— Damian gave him a painting of him, sitting on settee— Tim looks good in the painting, not gonna lie— Cass gave him an obnoxious yellow sleeve dress shirt with black pants — Tim is still laughing— Steph gave him a buttplug but Tim quickly hid it from the eyes of Alfred when he gave Stephanie the finger.

But nevertheless, nothing went awry as Christmas celebration was always done after the clock hit twelve, as the Waynes still needed to do their patrol. And Tim just waved goodbye and helped Alfred clean the mess they made.

And that’s how Christmas Eve went for him.

How does the Christmas Eve look so tame to him because the night after Christmas, Bruce apparently throws a Christmas Party for everyone in the caped community and their closed friends instead of going to the Christmas Gala for Gotham socialites.

And Tim is fucked. He doesn’t want to meet those bastards, he planned on sneaking to hang out with Tam but Tam is also invited together with her family. So, Tim is basically trapped and nowhere to escape and Cass would probably not gonna let him go.

So, here he was, sneaking to the food table to get some wine, because he is in desperate need of alcohol in his body to get through to this bloody Christmas Party that was hosted by Bruce and apparently it was a tradition for the past 5 years. And Tim doesn’t know that, he was gone for seven years!

Tim doesn’t expect anyone to know who the fuck he is. After all, he put on his best red dress, as it was per rule that one must wear a red or green, the Dior 1999 Collection , the red knit dress with mink fur collar and buttons. One of Tim’s favourites and he made sure to go bold or go home. He styled his shoulder-length hair in curls and had two braids that held his hair. And his face, he can be the new Madame Red. Red eyeshadow, red lipstick and red blush. He is the new Red Queen. 

But Tim doesn’t expect to be hugged by a speedster that worms his way to his cold, stone heart. It was Bartholomew Henry Allen II. One of his best friends, that he was kind of sad to leave. If  Tim just decides to be a man and reconnects with them but he chooses the godforsaken company of Bruce and he regrets it.

“TIM! I miss you so much!” Bart said as he continued to hug him so tight and Tim just let the negative year old kid to hug him. He kind of missed the feeling of Bart’s hugs now. 

“Hey, Bart. I miss you too.” Tim softly said as he gently patted Bart’s fluffy hair. 

Bart looks at him and has a pout, and Tim could not do anything but coo at such an adorable face, “Why did you not call me?”

Tim smiled a little, “I kind of have to give up my phone to go off the grid, you know?”

“But you memorised my number, email, and even Wally’s phone number!” Bart tightened his hug, seeing Tim was lying to him.

“I maybe just forgot.” Tim said sadly and Bart finally let it go. He let Tim go and dragged Tim to the sweets on the table, and they started catching up. Bart was finally a hero like his grandfather, and also finished school and has an identity as Wally’s little brother.

“Are you coming back to the cape scene?” Bart said after swallowing a huge marshmallow that was covered in chocolate. And Tim answered in a quick speed.

“Nope! Absolutely not!”

Bart grimaced, “That was a bit quick, don’t you think?”

“I don’t have to think about going back to the phase of my life that made me miserable, Bart. Some things are the best to be forgotten and never look back on.” Tim smiled and Bart finally got the hint that Tim will never be back on taking a mantle ever again.

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“Tim?”

Tim stopped his strut after hearing the voice that he rather not want to hear again, he looked at the man and straightfaced said, “It’s Timothy. Timothy Jackson Drake. Just in case you misnamed it in your head, Mr. Kent.”

“It’s been so long and you look different.” Clark said, probably hoping for some small talk, but Timothy rather did not talk to this man, he may have healed himself but he also was a petty man.

“You too. You look…” Timothy’s eyes scanned Clark from the top of his head to the bottom of his shoes, degradingly, “...old.” and then Timothy smiled, empathetically(degrading).

Clark chuckled, not sensing Tim’s hatred to be in his vicinity, “Well I am nearing sixty, ageing and all of that.”

“Kind of treating yourself poorly, don’t you?” Tim smiled so sweetly yet his eyes were full of venom, “Wrinkles, spots, dullness… poor you, Clark.” Tim pointed out all of the signs of ageing in Clark and having so much fun seeing a little awkwardness on Clark’s face.

“I am fine with —”

“Oh, I am quite busy as I need to come back to Tam before she throws a tantrum.” Tim cut Clark’s sentence as his patience is already thin enough to be rude and disrespectful to Superman.

Clark seemed like still hadn't gotten the memo and kept on questioning Tim, “Are you and Tam?” Clark asked, seemingly having not touched the internet to find out that Tim and Tam are nothing but friends.

“Haven’t you heard from Vicki Vale yet?”

“A reporter yet so damn ignorant. Shouldn’t you be more informed on who is in the party? It is kind of your thing.”

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Timothy finally got the time for himself as he escaped to the crowded ballroom where the Christmas party was hosted and Tim finally got a chance to escape by the veranda. He is glad he took a bottle of champagne and a bowl of crackers, as he got the serene scene of Bristol and the nice bite of Gotham’s winter.

Timothy was about to close his eyes as he made his mind to sleep in the cold veranda, when the doors toward it opened, revealing Superboy I, Conner ‘Kon-El’ Kent. A man that he trusts, and the man who throws him out.

Tim decided to end the awkward staring contest when he greeted Conner, “Conner! It has been so long.”

Conner looks where the voice that he hasn't heard for seven years comes from and he doesn’t expect a Timothy Jackson Drake in front of him. Tim changed, the light from the chandeliers gave Tim’s red undertone to shine with blood moon earrings and red pearl necklace. Tim is wearing a red fur dress and has a wool crepe scarf. And Tim also put on some bold red eyeshadow and lipstick on his face.

“Tim, you look stunning.” Conner said without thinking, “But aren’t you a little bit too red?”

Tim looked at his clothes, “It’s Christmas and the only dress that I have in something red like the theme is this, Dior, 1999 Collection. One of my favourites actually. It’s vintage, it’s on trend.” Tim smiled and then gasped, “Do not tell me that you are still not on trend, Conner? That is very shameful.”

“I just don’t like following the flow.”

“And yet you did, to keep the peace. Right?” Tim smiled, remembering the last conversation he had with Conner before going off the grid.

Conner's face was contorted in grimace, guilt on his eyes were finally showing. “I am sorry—”

“I don’t need your apology, Conner. I already forgave you, so, so, so long ago.” Tim said and patted Conner’s back with his gloved hand. “But I don’t forget, I am not as naive as I was once.” and with that Timothy left Conner alone.

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A little spoiler for the next chapters...

YES I GOT LAZY FOR THE FIRST TWO AND USE THE SAME TIM AND JUST CHANGE THE DRESS,

[hanihazeljade]

Overwhelming Feelings

In which Timothy messed up.

Or so he thought.

(W/N: a little filler for the next chapter of sassy, de-aged Timmy Drake. The next chapter will be more of Tim Drake that doesn't have any control if his thoughts.)

Tim messed up.

He didn't mean to lose his cool about that rowdy ginger. If his parents heard about this he will be done for. They spend so much time imprinting the etiquettes of social elites of Gotham and he messed up. He never messed up before but he doesn't know why that kid made him lose his cool. Probably seeing the freedom she had and the adults in her life never seems to criticise her, made him jealous.

He was pacing back and forth on his room biting his nails as a form of tic when he is nervous when he bumped into a shelf. He hissed in pain and a notebook fell off. He look at it and open it.

It is sort of a diary, notes with number entries and some sort of details about it. And based on the handwriting, it was his notebook. Timothy skimmed over it, thinking what would his older self will do in this situation. Because right now, all he could think of is getting out of here and disappeared in the abyss, but getting out of the manor is like a Mission Impossible. There is so many alarms systems and he doesn't know how to get around it.

He skimmed over until he found a two page note of how does his older self if the book found the way to get around the security system. He quickly get a small bag and filled it with little money and clothes that he had. He grabbed the notebook and he went with his plan.

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The Drake Manor is as quiet as it gets but the dust is thick, as if like Mrs. Mac stopped cleaning it for months or years even, but that's impossible, Mrs. Mac just been here last week and he knows that, he saw Mrs. Mac cooking him dinner.

He went to his room and dusted his bed and lie down. Finally, it's quiet.

He was about to fall asleep when a realisation hit him.

Why does he have a notebook in the Wayne Manor?

How does he know the way to get around the security system?

Tim had a suspicions about why he was in the Wayne Manor's sort of clinic but he need to know, he went to a desktop computer his parents have but the power is out and their router is also gone. But then he remembered there is a laptop hidden in his parents closet.

He grabbed it and wished for it to work. When the light turned up and the loading screen showed up, he sigh in relief.

After putting the password, he looked at the date. It's May of 20xx, he is supposed to be 19 now, but he is 8, and it is nowhere closed to Thanksgiving. But, where is his parents? He knows they will be mad if they know that he is being buddy buddy with the neighbours.

He wanted to asked the internet but their router is definitely down. His parents is not probably in Gotham, nothing new, Mrs. Mac stopped cleaning the house and he is 11 years younger than he supposed to be. He needs to know more. But where can he find the information about the last 11 years?

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Tim went a couple of times in the library in Old Gotham whenever he feels so lonely inside of his house. The people inside the library calms him down and his mind take it as a way that he is not alone.

He beelined to the computers and click the Google icon, and search "Jackson Drake", he knows his father has more influence than his mother even though his mother is the one with the power in the DI. Because misogyny still exist, Fabio.

He was shown by a large window with his father's picture and when he skimmed over, his heart sank.

With his hands shaking, he typed in the search bar, "Jackson Drake death", and it was filled with news article of his dad's death.

Then his attention got swerved to the suggestion, "Janet Drake's death". He read the article after article and it takes him so long just to sink the information in him.

His mind is filled with why and how's. In his mind, his mother has always been a sort of invincible to him. How could someone killed his mother with poison? His mother could get through that!

He closed all of the tabs and leave the library with no interruptions from others.

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He doesn't know how he get here. All he could remember is that he was walking out of the library. The sun has set far ago and he was walking around, his legs are already shaking but he couldn't get himself to stop walking until he face a stone with engraving of his mother and beside her mother's tomb is his father's grave was there.

He was shaking, probably with all the emotions that he is currently having, the long walk from library, and also the coldness of Gotham air. He doesn't know what to do, is this why he was in the Wayne Manor? But why would the Bruce Wayne would take him under his wing? It doesn't make sense.

He is in wreck. He doesn't know what to do. His mother didn't teach him anything about what to do after her passing. He was not prepared for this.

He was tired, as his eyes starts to close and he let his tiredness consume him. He fall asleep on top of his mother's grave.

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"How the fuck, did you lose a child?!"

"The sensors and the cameras didn't catch him. How does he even know how to do that?"

"Alfred?"

"I apologise young masters, but Master Tim didn't went out using the front door."

"We are the best detectives and we can't find the little kid?"

"Well, I know where he was." a voice in their earpiece certainly wasn't expected.

"And you didn't say anything?"

"Well, I just found him, while you idiots are arguing."

"Where he is Babs?"

"Gotham Cemetery, probably visiting his parents grave."

"How did he even know?"

"Let's ask him later."