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On Tim’s nineteenth birthday he had a party with his friends and had chosen to celebrate it at a karaoke bar.

Kon, Cassie and Bart are there in civilian clothes and identities and so are Tim’s old school friends as well as come of his college’s kids, as well as Tam.

Everyone is having fun and while they have alcohol I drinks available, everyone is being mindful to not send it to hard due to Tim only just agreeing to drink before he’s legal.

Naturally, a few of them get competitive and Ives ends up becoming a judge for who wins in certain face offs.

It’s all fun and games until Kon points out that Tim had been spending most of the time taking photos of other people, though admittedly a fair amount are selfies, and insist on everyone watching Tim perform and filming it.

Tim, who’s used to having lots of eyes on him quickly goes from bashful to scheming and everyone gets the performance of their lives.

Tim wakes up with a mild hangover, (hes a good boy who made sure to drink water and eat a lot), and around a dozen missed calls from various family members. He feels out at first before he sees his latest text is from Stephanie saying ‘Handsome and rich and you can sing? Urg why did we break up again?’ She hadn’t been able to make it due to a break out but promised to make it up to him and she always did.

Attached is a link to a TikTok from an account he knows for a fact is one of his friends.

It’s him, standing on the stage with his big pink feather shall, black dress shirt open with glitter visible on his collar bones and a large jacket that defiantly isn’t his likely hanging over his arms. In the video Tim is swaying around happily, cheekily even, while singing ‘I Am A Good Girl’ by Christina Aguilera from Chicago and sauntering around as if he himself is playing her role.

Tim’s face isn’t all that flushed and part of him wishes that wasn’t the case if only because it shows he was sober enough to be fully aware of what he was doing, which is unfortunately true.

Tim is confident in his public appearance and knows how to handle any backlash, it’s the text from his family that are going to make him crawl into a hole and die.

Dick: Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, why are you at a club?

Dick: there better not have been alcohol

Dick: also, unimportant and totally not the most important thing, WHY DIDNT YOU INVITE ME 😭

Damian: You look like a fool, Drake. Alfred has been muttering about Father being a bad influence and is threatening my to kick him out.

Damian: I cannot be sure, but I belive I heard Alfred say ‘your playboy ways better not be swaying that boy to be a nuance like you, young man’.

Damian: Fix this.

Stephanie: ‘why you in the club with people wildin’

Stephanie: get it

Stephanie: like the Meghan the Stallion song?

Jason: why the fuck are you at a club

Jason: don’t think I didn’t see that vodka raspberry in your hand

Jason: answer me you little shit

Jason: I swear to go if you were in crime ally I will loose it

Duke: dude Bruce has such a big worry frown I think I heard a muscle snap

Duke: you’re a really good singer though

Duke: good song choice for a rich brat lol

Duke: that was meaner than I meant for it be sorry!

Duke: still true tho

Cass: drink lots of water and I’ll bring you bat burger in the afternoon xx

Bruce: I’m not angry, you haven’t done anything wrong, but did you have to sing a song about being a rich girl when people complain about us being out of touch enough as it is?

Bruce: I’m not mad though.

Bruce: have you drunk water?

Bruce: also did I see Conner Kent there?

Bruce; why was he there.

Bruce: does he understand the dangers of drinking as a Kryptonian?

Bruce: again, I’m not mad at you, just concerned.

Bruce: I’m mean in a little mad but not because Alfred is yelling at me.

Bruce: you know the Brucie Wayne persona was a farce, I have no doubt about that, but that doesn’t mean you need one.

Bruce: not that you can’t have a good time!

Bruce: please answer Dick is yelling at me now too

Damian: Grayson is now yelling at Father.

Damian: He has called him a whore but I believe that had nothing to do with your provocative dancing. I think he just wants to call father a whore.

Jason: I found the bar.

Bart: heyheyheyheyheyhey! Barry said to warn you that Bruce is making everyone do a course on teaching your kids to be alcohol safe and that even the ones who aren’t parents have to do it too lollolololololol

Jason: I was going to get do something but the woman owning it kept talking about how nice you all were so I feel bad

Dick: I mean you didn’t have to invite me I know it’d be weird to have a 27 year old there but that’s not that old!

Alfred: I shall be around shortly with adequate food. Be ready.

Tim was in for it that was for sure, especially when he saw ‘Tim Drake’ and ‘Thristtrap’ trending.

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medusagorgongirl1 · 2 months ago

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66746542

Now on Ao3

First chapter of my Timkon identity porn fic

"Appearances are expected, we were both gone too long from the public eye, that's how rumors start” said Bruce to a rather disgruntled looking Tim. Tim gave Bruce a rather long piercing look, but the fluffy socks and bowl of cereal really drew away from the effect.

“Why can’t I just go to a different one?” Tim exhaled in an exasperated sigh.

“The rumors have already started, especially about you” stated Bruce firmly. The two had a standoff in the form of a staring contest. Finally Bruce sighed, dropped his shoulders and told Tim “You’ve stretched yourself too thin; flitting between robin, the young justice, school and the beginning of political presence. The connections are becoming too easy to make.” Tim began to protest but Bruce held up a hand and finished with “Everyone is going to be at this gala, the best method of dispelling the rumors is proving your health and sanity for all to see.”

The checkmate was clear, Tim had lost, yet he feebly protested with the statement “what about the threat from the riddler's gang?” Which was a fair protest, there had been rumors that the riddler was planning on crashing the gala.

Bruce gave a slight scoff and responded “I’ll hire someone to secure the threats.”

Tim arches an eyebrow in response and says mildly baffled “you wouldn't hire the justice league for this.” Bruce chuckles in response, making to move out of the kitchen. Once he's in the doorway he says “It's not Justice League level”

Kon was bored out of his mind. The league has passed some bullshit security guard ob to Young Justice, because some rich fucks were bullheaded enough to have a frilly gala even when lives were at stake. So yeah, Kon was bored out of his mind, because apparently the ‘threats’ had gotten wind of Young Justice's underpaid babysitter gig. They were left to just mill about and wonder how Gotham hasn't eaten their rich yet.

It was him, Cassie, and Bart. Boy Wonder had been too cool to join them for this “mission”, and Kon definitely wasn't feeling bitter about it.

Lucky bastard.

Bart's incessant chewing had annoyed him to the point of taking out his comm, which yeah, it was a stupid choice but honestly what was he supposed to do? You can only stare at the same three types of rich people (snooty, drunk or desperate) until you go a bit crazy. So he went off. It was a big venue and maybe it had something interesting in other rooms.

It had been a while since the Justice League made Young Justice work security for some bullshit ritzy event. Something about felt very condescending, though that may have had to do more with Rob than Kon would like it to. He gets it, y’know, they’re young and they've made the occasional reckless mistake, but it seems that the second the group is without Robin suddenly the Justice League views them as a bunch of kids again rather than heroes. It happened less once Rob dropped his holier than thou attitude to the team, but still, the sting was there when it became obvious how much more of a hero Rob is regarded as than them.

Maybe that's why Rob isn't here, it's a little below his pay grade but perfect practice for the loose cannons.Though he couldn't help let another thought trickle in as he sounded yet another paisley carpeted corner (were rich people supposed to have some form of taste?). It had been a running joke between him, Cassie and Bart; Rob was rich. He thought he was so slick about his identity and in the beginning he was. But in the beginning he was also a massive jackass with a stick up his butt and a head bigger than the sun (and Kon can attest to that). Once Rob had allowed himself to be a little human and teenager rather than some off brand traffic light colored Batman, he let little details about himself slip.

For instance once they had all been debating about takeout at 2 in morning when only three places were open. One was a fancy fish place, Cassie claimed it was classy and was attempting to persuade the group, while Bart had loudly stated he would rather eat a shoe than sushi, but Rob had been reading the menu cassie had handed him. He had wrinkled his nose and pushed it away saying with a displeased tone “they use frozen lobster” as if that ended the matter in the seafood restaurant.

Cassie had stared at him for a moment, distracted from Bart’s constant stream of explicates about sushi and said baffled “but it's real lobster.”

Rob having the tone of a connoisseur had responded “Yeah, but it's not fresh, there’s no reason to eat it”

“Yeah but it's $25?” Cassie stated blankly with obvious disbelief as to how a lobster that costs that much couldn't be good.

Rob had snorted and replied waving her off, “any lobster below $45?, isn't worth it. Besides lets just go to that Hibachi place, I want to see them fling shrimp into Bart’s mouth” changing the subject without noticing his slip up.

Kon had wanted to ask how much lobster Rob must've had to make him a lobster connoisseur but he wanted to see if Rob dropped any more hints about his personal life. So he had simply agreed grinning with “that sounded great, maybe they'll have some those california rolls Bart loves” the memory ended with the screams of Bart’s hatred for sushi, but that hadn't been the only time there was allusion to Rob coming from a wealthy lifestyle.

Once they had to work a security job similar to this one but they had to dress up and Kon and Bart couldn't get the ties to work to save their lives. Rob had noticed their struggle and simply walked over knotting the bow ties within seconds.

Hoping to ruffle the bird's feathers, Kon implored “been to a lot of dances to dress up for have you Rob?”

It had been a downright leer, normally exactly what was needed to get on Rob’s nerves but instead the boy had simply waved hand and began “I wish it was that, once your grow up tying these it just becomes muscle memory” it had been so offhand it had taken Kon a minute to pick up on what that meant.

Who the hell grows up tying bow ties? Who the hell grows up tying bow ties in Gotham? Rob had complained about the wealth disparity enough for Kon to know you were either rich or poor in Gotham with an almost nonexistent in between.

And thus began Kon’s theory which he eagerly shared with Bart and Cassie. The three now had a tally chart with Rob’s accidently slip ups about being wealthy. Some of them were subtle like Rob seeing an ad for a watch brand and mentioning he has a few of those before the ad displays the watches being priced a few hundred bucks each. Or when he mentions that he only likes Häagen-Dazs when shopping for a sweet post mission treat. Other situations were a little more obvious like when he mentioned that he has at least 12 pairs of shoes that get replenished every year or upon seeing a faded stain on one of Kon’s shirts had mentioned when that happens to him he just throws the shirt out.

But then Rob also seemed to constantly contradict this theory. He has a love hate relationship with greasy fast food and an undeniable affinity for cheap milkshakes, he wears the baggiest most thrift store clothes possible on the rare occasions he is wearing civvies with his mask. But these allusions to at least a wealthy childhood just don't seem to fit with who Rob is. Rob is constantly trying to prove himself. The way he will go to all ends to save a mission, the way he stays up all night writing reports for Batman that are definitely over-detailed and unnecessarily specific for no reason other than to simply prove that he can do it.

Despite Rob being so very unique and himself, any of these bushy mustachioed grimacing under the weight of their wealth, old men in the framed pictures lining the halls Kon was walking could be related to him. A man labeled as a particularly large donor to the hospital has the same sharp cheekbones as Rob. A man with a hilariously curley goatee had the same pale as snow skin Rob has. This one lady with the largest jowls Kon had ever seen had the exact same hair color and type as Rob. Anyone of Gotham’s most wealthy could be related to Rob, and Kon would have no clue.

Maybe he was so pensive about Rob because he was stuck wandering the halls of Gotham;s elite. Or maybe it was because he was still feeling a bit slighted by the Justice League's lack of respect for Young Justice when they were without Rob. And maybe he was just so focused on knowing so much and so little about his best friend that some days he just wanted to scream ‘don't you trust me?” at the bird boy. Maybe that's why he was so startled when he turned another garish corner and was met with a boy drinking out of a rather large champagne bottle.

The boy was obviously startled by Kon’s sudden appearance. He sputtered and choked, hunching in on himself and the drink that had been at a rather precarious angle. He slowly brought the bottle down, awkwardly holding it in front of himself, ears up to his shoulders, while staring at Kon with wide eyes. They had a bit of a staring match. He obviously wasn't old enough to drink, and he was smart enough to recognize that he couldn't argue that. The boy also seemed to recognize that Kon was the security and should be enforcing the ‘Those under 21 but over 18 are allowed two glasses of champagne max” and yet he didn't move the bottle out of sight. The boy's eyes flickered over Kon's body for a moment, analyzing him seemingly taking in Kon’s own slightly guilty look at having been caught meandering around the building rather than working the party. Rao, these eyes are so blue they are downright piercing.

The boy looked back at Kon’s eyes and said with an eyebrow slightly raised “I won’t tell if you won’t” while angling the bottle towards Kon in offering.

Now, if Kon was more responsible he probably would have walked away from this entire scene, but, really, this was the most interesting thing that had happened all night and who was Kon to object to some much needed fun. From the look of the boy’s eyebags he probably needed some fun too. And just maybe Kon has always had a hard time saying no to a pair of pretty blue eyes.

Kon took a few steps closer and reached for the bottle. The blue eyed boy had a delighted glint to his eyes.

“Swear you wont tell?” Kon asked, pausing as he was about to take a drink of the outrageously expensive champagne. Jesus, this guy managed to find the good stuff.

The boy seemed to take on a more serious tone, posture righting himself as if preparing for a business deal “I think this might do more damage to me if it got out than you.” He had raised an eyebrow in challenge, daring Kon to question him.

Kon snorted into the bottle and said while preparing to take a swig, “Right I’m sure mommy and daddy cutting off some inheritance is so much worse and the deformation of a publicly adored super hero”, he ended the statement with a cocky grin in place.

The boy now raised both his eyebrows, his eyes imploring and nearly suspicious of Kon, “You really don’t know who I am?” The question seemed to be rather purposefully blank.

Kon shrugged, so this was what Rob had meant when he said that the Gotham elite were the most self centered people on the planet. Rolling his eyes he began “I’m a Metropolis hero remember, this isn't my unusual playground, my apologies for not knowing every rich face.” He took another swig of the drink, glancing at the boy to gauge how much offense he would take. The boy just stared at Kon for a moment, disbelief written on his face. Then he started giggling, sliding down the wall to the ground at Kon’s feet. “I dare you to stay that to any kid that is snooty to you tonight, please, I need to see that”

The boy was still chuckling to himself at Kon’s feet, while Kon stood mildly flabbergasted. Kon slid down slowly and joined the boy on the floor, offering up the bottle. The boy happily hugged it before turning to Kon.

“Tim” said the boy as he stuck his hand out to Kon.

Kon couldn't help but acknowledge the slight bruising on the boy's knuckles as he shook his hand. Rob has mentioned that the Gotham elite had a tendency for corruption, he wondered how this boy indulged in it.

“Superboy” he said, wondering how on Earth a ritzy sheltered Gotham teen had managed to obtain such rough calluses. The boy raised a challenging brow at Kon’s superhero name. “And I thought we were friends” said the boy bringing back his hand to his chest in a pose of mock hurt. Kon chuckled appreciating the boy's antics, Kon could do with some fun people in his life. Cassie and Bart were fun but there was only so much goofing off they got before Rob corralled them. Rob also had a strict ‘limit interaction with civilizations as much as possible’ rule that had severely impacted Kon’s love life.

But Robin wasn't here nor were his rules and to be honest Kon was already breaking enough rules by drinking with one of the attendants of the gala he was supposed to be security for. If Rob expected them to behave perfectly on a mission (if you can even call it that) in his own fucking city, then he should be here to enforce how many hors d'oeuvres they can eat and whatever other bullshit he deems fit. So Kon passed the bottle to Tim, reveling a little in his defiance towards Robin.

“Did you smuggle any more of those?” Kon asks, eyeing the boy, Tim, as he tips the bottle up and chugs the last few drops. Long necks is an aristocratic thing right? Kon’s heard that before, this boy has a nice neck. Long and pale, with a stray freckle, Adam's apple bobbing with his last few gulps.

Kon wasn't kidding when he said that Robin’s rules had diminished his love life, so sue him for giving this Tim guy a little longer look that was 100% appropriate (and really had any of the interaction between him and the boy been all that appropriate, they're hiding in a deserted hall to drink at a gala for Rao’s sake).

The boy leans away from the bottle and catches Kon’s stare. So much for being the suave superhero. He eyes Kon for a moment, before relaxing and setting the bottle down.

“I got us this bottle, I believe it's your turn to provide”, the boy has now adopted a kind of challenging look in his eye.

“May I remind you that you are not the only one playing hooky?” says Kon, taking the bottle and peering in to make sure there really isn't any left. “The second I go back out there, I'm getting roped into some bullshit about ditching” he finishes confirming that the champagne is gone. The boy sits back for a moment watching Kon out of the corner of his eye. “It's still your turn” Tim says mildly petulantly Kon resists the urge to throw up his arms, reminded once again about how entitled Rob said rich Gothamites were and instead answers “Well what do you want, your highness” he adds the title with the slightest sneer.The boy pauses for a moment, then mischievous looks at Kon, “you a fan of burgers?”

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