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Stocking suffers: Tim finds old photos of his mom celebrating christmas with her family. Their look of utter boredom is the same.

"It’s like a little, slightly angrier you." Dick says as Tim flips through faded photographs. "With long hair and a lace dress."

"Yeah, Dick, I can totally see the resemblance." Tim snorts, "If I dyed my hair, sucked a lemon, and starved myself into being a size zero."

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JANET. JANET MY BABY.

While watching maleficent, I had this strange plot-idea of Bruce and Janet being childhood friends at one point, and even a couple for a short time period. But that certian events, either it being Bruce pushing her away after his parents died or him dumping her as a friend, made it all fall apart, further driving them to be competitive and cruel towards each other, but secretly remicing of their days as friends. From there on they don't see each other for years, until the news of (cont.)

(cont.) until the news of Jack Drake, heir of the rival company of Wayne corp, has newly been engaged to his long time girlfriend. Which happen to be Janet herself. And what a coincidence that Jack happen to take her with him on a charity event where Bruce was present. I just imagine their first meeting after so many years, to result into lots of subtly shit-flinging. Leaving Jack confused as hell. (cont.)

(cont.) But the years pass, and they meet once more at the circus. Bruce would pay for the ticket, leaving Jack Drake gateful, and Janet being a bit suspicious but strangly touched. Bruce would just take one look at Tims eyes, and wouldn’t be able to shake off how they reminded him of Janets own sharp ones. And I guess Bruce and Janet knowing, and being both scorned friends, would change the tone of the story a bit once we get to the whole story line of both Tim arriving and Janet dying. (cont.)

(cont.) That is, if she died. And that is, if she came back to life, either it being that her death was staged or her being brought back to life. Imagine her finding Bruce having adopted Tim, and being kind of a not-that-great father. And imagine her having arguments with him because “damnit Bruce! He’s my son I know what is best for him!” And in the long run, the both of them would be wrong because emotionally, they both have failed at being a parent at one point.(cont)

(cont.) And then Janet would admit to Tim with such contempt that she and Bruce had been friends, until he hurt her. Which would just make Bruce grumble, since their “break-up” as both friends and potential partners had not really been one sided at all. Which would, in the end, leave them having a hate-love relationship where they both would be massive shits to each other,but not being able to admit that they feel some kind of attatchment to each other. And Tim would just be wildly confused

omg hEAVY BREATHING

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Oh, Janet. Just, oh, oh Janet. This is so her.

afewnovelideas said: Janet Drake – Columbine

"I don’t fail." Janet hisses, "I don’t fail. I succeed. I always do."

"Jan." Jack whispers, "You can’t have them all."

"Yes I can. Why not? Who says I can’t have this baby and have the business and have our research?” Janet presses her hands over the still flat skin of her stomach. She imagines she can feel the little creature’s heart. Her little creature.

Boy or girl or whatever else in between.

(She never thought she’d have this.)

"It’s not realistic, Jan." Jack says, hands running up and down her arms. "Believe me, Jan. I’m – I want this, too."

"No. You don’t. Not as much as I do. How can you say that when you’re telling me that we – that I can’t have this?” Janet snaps, pulling away from him. “I will not abort my baby.”

"Think about this logically, Jan. There’s no reason for you to have this baby. For us to have this baby. We’re both working full time. The company is just getting its feet of the ground. Our research is hitting a critical stage and if it gets off the ground, we’ll be working on digs and conference sites for years. That’s not – we don’t have the time for a baby, Jan. We can’t be greedy. What kind of life will the baby have, both of us always gone?”

Janet curls her fists in against her body, breathes -

"You never wanted kids, either. You always thought that they were loud. That’s why you didn’t take up that job the university offered you. You have no patience for it. The temperament. You always, always say that. It’s not fair to the – “

"It’s not fair to anyone!" Janet snaps, glaring at her husband. "But I don’t care! This is my baby. Mine. My baby inside my body, using my blood and my air and my cells to survive. This baby is my choice and I don’t care if it’s the rational or logical choice. But it feels like the one I need to make. I know that sounds all sorts of stupid and foolish and I don’t give a damn, Jack. I don’t give a damn.”

Jack sighs, hands limp at his sides.

"You’re going to regret this."

"Fuck you. I don’t care." Janet closes her eyes, "I’m going to have a baby."

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Janet and Slade, Drakestroke verse!

Also, okay wow. I am a blithering moron. I commissioned this from Chii, like, ages ago, but my head was apparently off in space when she sent it to me, because it’s been sitting at the bottom of my inbox since …

*checks*

November 27th. 2012.

*headdesk* *headdesks a few more times* *headdesks one final time for good measure*

God, I am so sorry Chii. This is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. I love it to bits. It’s perfect. I owe you an enormous tip, which I’ll send the next time I have money.

*headdesk*

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Not Quite Daily Drabble: Parent-Trap Edition

Janet sighs irritably. “I told you letting Rose near Timothy was a bad idea.”

“I thought he’d be a good influence,” Slade protests, awkwardly attempting to press further back against the closet wall. It was one of al Ghul’s closets, so it wasn’t as small as it could be, but that didn’t make it a comfortable location for two adult mercenaries and their assorted weaponry.

“Which proves you don’t know my son at all. He’s a terrible child,” Janet says, voice unwillingly fond. She shoved a canvas wrapped bundle at him. “Hold this for a minute.”

“Do I want to know?” Slade asks. The closet’s dark enough that he couldn’t see Jan, but he can somehow hear her roll her eyes.

“I’m getting out my lockpicks, idiot, and I can’t do that with my Tabuk banging against my side every three seconds.” Janet’s shadowy profile blocks the light leaking in from around the door-frame for several moments before cursing. Slade makes absent note of the one involving clothes hangers. He hadn’t heard that one before.

“Rose probably jammed the lock.” He knew he shouldn’t have shown her that. When they got of here, his brat was getting a negative allowance for the next year.

“Dead. Both of them. Matchmaking little monsters,” Janet growls. “I’ll turn them into cutlets.”

“I’ll be making Rose do survival training for the next month. I’d be more than willing to take Tim along too.” If they were lucky, it might even quell the brats’ apparent desire to be step-siblings.

“He’s yours. Feel free to keep him.”

“Not that dumb, Jan. You can have ‘em both.”

Janet snorts. “When I had him, this was not in the plan, you know.”

“I hadn’t even had a plan when I found out Rose existed. Join the club.” Aggravated Mercenary Single Parents Anonymous. They could be the founding members.

“… how long till someone notices we’re missing, do you think?” Janet asked.

“Can’t be more than a day, day and a half,” Slade said after a moment’s thought. “Maybe two if the brats stay out of sight,”

“I was afraid you’d say something like that.”

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Not Quite Daily Drabble: Janet Hates Toddlers Edition

Same verse as this. Still Heart’s fault. Still turning into a fluffy antidote to vice verse. Oops.

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“What the fuck, Tim?” Janet did not mean to ask that. She does not swear around her twelve-year-old son. She has better self-control than that. And more importantly, it means she can lord it over Slade, whose daughter has the vocabulary of a well-traveled soldier, all learned from him.

At least Tim has the decency to look sheepish. Rose is entirely unrepentant, and she makes a mental note to inform Slade he owes her multiple favors for this. Baby sitting is one thing, dealing with both of the daughter al Ghul’s largely-nonverbal sons is quite another.

“We got Talia’s permission?” her son offers, and bites his lip. “Actually, she kind of suggested it, I think she’s got something going on with Ra’s. Against Ra’s, not with him, I mean, she’s really not happy with him -”

“Breathe, boyo,” Janet orders. She sighs, and picks up the crying heir to the al Ghul empire. Toddlers, ugh. Even her son’s toddler years hadn’t been pleasant. At least the other boy isn’t noisy.

“It’s not like it’s against the rules, anyway,” Rose said with a pout that was probably supposed to be a scowl. “I checked the list you left.”

Janet raises an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting, Rose Wilson, that I need to specifically tell you that acquiring other human beings without notifying me is not allowed? Do I also need to tell you not to set yourself on fire?”

Rose blushes a dull red and mutters a negative under her breath. Tim squirms in his seat beside the sleeping teenager – what was his name again? Jay – something. James, maybe. Baby al Ghul cries and Janet nearly drops him before awkwardly adjusting her hold.

“You’re both grounded until Rose’s father comes back from his job, and then we’ll discuss your real punishment. In the meantime…” Janet pinches the bridge of her nose with her free hand. “We’re going to need a crib.”

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“And that is why we now have joint custody of Talia’s spawn. Congratulations. You get the toddler, I’m not doing that again.” Janet shoves the diaper bag at Slade with undignified glee. Slade actually takes it, and the small part of Janet which was still twelve crowed that he’d touched it last, now it was his job.

Slade stares at her like she’s sprouted a second head, and then turns to glare at his daughter. “Rose, didn’t I fucking tell you to stay away from that family?”

Rose shrugs. “Tim wasn’t, and I was just following him.”

“Not actually a loophole, baby-Wilson,” Janet says, not even turning to look at the girl. “Try harder.”

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Thief!Janet. It's amazing, I love.

Small Beginnings

Verse: Catboy!Tim

Rating: U

Characters/Pairings: The verse is JayTim but this story is all Janet.

A/N: I had a JayTim prompt, this came out of it… I’m gonna re-do the JayTim prompt…

Based on these drabbles

Snippet:

Janet was thirteen when she first took a leap. Nothing major, just a cigarette from her father’s cabinet, and just a small breath at that. One that made her gag and cough and rinse her mouth out continuously for fifteen minutes afterwards; but a leap nonetheless.

She was fifteen when she stole that bottle of expensive wine from the rack. She had her first taste of the prohibited liquid a little late, most of her grade starting drinking much earlier than her; but after the incident with the cigarette she didn’t feel too adventurous. 

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875. Janet Drake's death was faked. She was a former field agent of the CIA who had "retired" to have a family. However, an old enemy tracked her down shortly after she gave birth to Tim. The "business trips" she took with Jack were her attempts to eliminate that threat. When those attempts failed, she finally had to stage her death to protect her son and husband. Jack (who was also her handler at the CIA and retired) never knew his wife faked her death. Her current whereabouts are unknown.

Submitted by afewnovelideas.

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gorgeous Janet with no time for your shit

Last one for tonight....

My dearest afewnovelideas wanted me to draw my favorite character in the Justice Lords AU (which would not surprise anyone, to be quite honest) and I spent all afternoon enjoying Jack’s wrinkles and his hairy arms as they wrapped around Janet’s tiny waist.

Then I realized I would be cheating and that I guess I had to pick one. 

I’ll so draw Jack soon too, but this time I have to go with the Spider Queen herself, because of reasons. 

Hope I don’t disappoint. 

I still have to finish my doodle for the Naruto fandom and the Star Trek one. But those will have to wait for another night, it’s four am here and I should probably go to bed. 

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Awwww, Tim looks like his mommy, right down to the way she stares at you.

So now this is Janet’s official design for me and if you try to tell me otherwise, i’m gonna put my hands over my ears and go…

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Indulging in a reunion between Janet and Tim based on the headcanons I shared earlier. Read or ignore as you wish.

Assuming that in this scenario, Ra’s had stolen Janet’s body,replaced it with another corpse,and then destroyed the gravesite, coffin and all, in a spectacularly blazing fashion. The desecration of his parents’ gravesite completely infuriated Tim, sending him on the warpath against Ra’s and the League of Assassins.

Ra’s had intended to use a newly revived Janet as leverage against Tim. However, he was expecting a soft, weak businesswoman. He never realized that Janet was actually a specially trained government agent who had years ago been one of his most dangerous enemies back before he turned his attention to Gotham City and Batman.

Revived by the Lazarus Pit while Ra’s was in another part of the world, Janet killed everyone else in the base before making her way back to Gotham City in search of her husband and son. Only then did she realize that years had passed. She had assumed that she was merely suffering from amnesia…

This is pretty rough, and I’m not sure if it hits all the marks I wanted„ but I wanted to share it.

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The last time Tim felt completely enraged was shortly after Dick had stripped him of his title and uniform as “Robin” and given everything over to Damian.

The anger he felt back then couldn’t hold a candle to the fury he was seething with now.

"How dare you!" Red Robin hissed between tightly clenched teeth. His staff whirled about in his hands, quickly disarming her of the pistol in her hand and coming to rest so that it was aimed straight at the offensive woman’s chest. The strange woman, previously masked and hooded, had been shadowing him for the past several days as Timothy Drake-Wayne. That was enough to set his teeth on edge. However, once he was able to ambush and unmask her, the sight of her face pushed suspicion completely out of his mind in favor of blind rage. "How dare you!"

Janet glared at the masked vigilante venomously. She’d been spending a quiet evening watching over her son’s new home from afar, when out of the shadows this young man attacked her. She’d put up a strong fight, but his quickness matched her own, and the fact that she didn’t want to use lethal force against one of the protectors of the city hamstrung her. She’d heard about Batman and his family of young protectors of Gotham City. Up until this point, though, she’d managed to stay off of their radar. “How dare I?” she said in a low tone. “Who are you to take offense to anything I dare to do?”

The sound of Janet’s voice cut straight through Tim. So familiar, though it had been years since he’d heard it. He tightened his hold on his staff and turned it sideways, so he could use it to shove her hard against a brick wall directly behind her. “Did Ra’s put you up to this?” he growled.  ”Did he think making you look like her would make me drop my guard?! Hurt me?! Make me suffer more for everything I’ve done to him?! Wasn’t destroying my mother’s grave enough?!”

Despite the anger she felt herself at being assumed to be working for Ra’s al Ghul, her own immortal enemy and murderer of the man she once loved, Janet’s intuition nagged at her. Something wasn’t right. “I’m not working for Ra’s!” she snapped back as she attempted to push against the staff at her collarbone.

Tim kept a firm grip on his staff as his anger boiled over. “Then why are you wearing my mother’s face!” he screamed at her.

Janet immediately stopped fighting. Her bright blue eyes went wide as she stared at the masked vigilante in shock.  Confusion and concern softened her features. “Tim?” she whispered. “Is that you?”

The sudden shift in demeanor and tone threw Tim for a loop. As Janet stopped pushing against the staff, Tim loosened the pressure against her. He still kept his guard up. “No…” he murmured. “This isn’t real. It’s just a trick.” He took a few steps away from her, keeping his staff up as he glanced around at the shadows and distant rooftops, as if expecting an attack. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

She looked at him with a mixture of emotions. “My name is Janet Dr—”

Tim shook his head before turning his masked gaze back on her. “NO! You can’t be her.”

Janet took a step towards him. “My name is Janet Drake, and I’m looking for my son—”

The vigilante stepped backwards, His chest felt tight and his eyes felt hot. “My mother is dead. People like her… They don’t come back.” He shook his head again in denial. “They never come back.”

When Tim’s own retreat was abruptly stopped by a wall, Janet felt tears whell up in her eyes as her own heart began to ache. Missing patches in her memory began to mend themselves. “I never came back from Haiti, did I?” she murmured. “Is that why I can’t remember the last several years? Why I can’t remember anything before waking up in that green pool?”

A lump rose to Tim’s throat. “Green pool?” he murmured. “You woke up in Lazarus Pit?” The destruction of his mother’s grave suddenly made more sense. Was the burned corpse within the flaming casket…? It had never even occurred to him to test whether or not the body was his mother’s. He was so angry, and everyone had just assumed…

Could it really be…

Janet slowly, cautiously, walked up to Red Robin. By the time she got within arm’s reach, he had lowered his staff, though he still held it with trembling hands. Carefully, she reached up and pushed back the thick black cowl masking the vigilante’s features. When she finally got a good look at the face beneath the mask, Janet gasped as she brought her hands to her lips.

Her son…

All grown up…

Not a child anymore…

How many years had she lost?

Tim’s eyes were closed. He didn’t dare open them to look upon the woman, though his heart beat wildly in his chest. He stiffened a little when he felt warm gentle hand caress the side of his face.

Then he felt the familiar touch of another person’s forehead resting against his own. Then the touch was gone and he felt a pair of lips press against that same spot. Tim choked back a sob.

Those were her goodnight kisses…

Her goodbye kisses…

Her welcome home kisses…

The staff slipped from numb fingers and clattered to the hard cement rooftop. 

Slowly he opened his eyes,  Tears slipped down his cheeks as he stared at the woman with the same eyes as his own. 

"Mom?" he whispered in a hoarse voice. "Is that really you?"

Janet, tears in her own eyes, nodded wordlessly as she stroked her son’s face and hair in a comforting way.

Tim felt his legs go weak and he fell to his knees. Janet knelt before him and touched her forehead to his again. “Tim,” she whispered. “I’m home.”

He felt as if he were in a dream. He felt eleven years old again. As Janet wrapped her arms around him, he felt warm and safe and whole in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

His mother.

His mother was home.

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I would like to see a fight go down between Sheila Haywood and Catherine Todd over rights to be Jason’s legal mother.

And by ‘fight’ I mean Catherine actually punches Sheila in the jaw, picks her grown ass 6 foot tall son up and throws him over her shoulder, and takes him to get some damn neapolitan ice cream.

Oh, what? You mean legal fight? Catherine just needs to call in Janet Drake for that shit—that one has a billion lawyers and like half of them are just there for show.

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i’m really confused about fandom’s thing for Janet Drake seeing as i’ve not read much of Tim’s Robin run and all the wiki has told is that she was his mother and died before his father. like that’s all and yet there are so much fanfiction where she’s the one who ultimately controlled Drake Industries and raised Tim to be whatever the hell Tim ended up as

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447. Some people call Janet Drake a "mama bear." This is not accurate. Janet Drake is a "mama crocodile." It may appear that she's left her nest and/or young unguarded, but the moment a threat appears, she'll leap out from dark, murky waters, her deadly jaws open and ready to kill.

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Lovely Janet fic idea

Oy…

Had Janet Drake on the brain today (especially after this series of headcanons: http://afewnovelideas.tumblr.com/post/63393522842/janet-drake-headcanons).

Somehow, I ended up merging this with “The Avengers” and ended up with this:

- SHIELD exists as a top secret branch of the CIA.

- Natasha and Clint are Tim’s biological parents

- The organization they nearly succeeded in taking down was The League of Assassins (prior to Ra’s getting involved with Gotham City).

- Budapest is where Clint and Natasha thought they’d destroyed the LoA. At the time, they didn’t realize Ra’s was immortal due to the Lazarus Pits.

- Ra’s is responsible for the deaths of Clint and Natasha.

- Clint was murdered shortly after learning Natasha was pregnant.

- Ra’s was the orchestrator of the attack in Haiti.

- Ra’s never learned Natasha’s civilian identity, thus never learned Tim was her son.

- When Ra’s stole her body to use against Tim, years later, the decomposition had changed her appearance so much, he didn’t have a clue he was reviving an old enemy.

- When she was revived, Natasha killed everyone else in the Lazarus Pit stronghold. The only reason Ra’s didn’t die was that he got called out to handle a situation involving Red Robin dismantling another of his strongholds elsewhere.

- Natasha was NOT HAPPY to learn that Ra’s is targeting her son. Initially, she believes this is because he found out that Tim was her and Clint’s son.

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Be afraid, Ra's. Be very afraid.

Janet Drake headcanons

- Janet comes from a mixed-race family (British/Asian)

- She actually has a large family on her side, but became estranged from them during her teens/twenties.

- Fun fact: Unknown to them both, Tim is a second cousin to the current “Lynx” on his mother’s side.

- She lied to her husband and son. They think she was an only child with parents who were older and died while she was in high school.

- Inspired from Lectorel’s story, Janet eventually became a member of the CIA as a trained assassin.

- Unknown to Tim, Jack is not his biological father. His father was his mother’s former partner, who was killed in action defending the country.

- Jack was their handler in the CIA and best friend of Tim’s real father. When Janet ended up burned at the same time her partner was killed, Jack took it upon himself to protect then-pregnant Janet.

- Jack was actually supposed to be Tim’s godfather.

- Janet loves Tim dearly. She would do anything for him.

- Janet and Jack never were more than friends. Even after marriage with false identities, they never even slept with one another.

- Janet and Jack’s “business trips” were actually them both going back to work for the CIA, in exchange for protection of their civilian identities for Tim’s sake.

- Haiti was a trap by their enemies (the ones who killed Tim’s father). Jack and Janet were both supposed to die.

- Years later, after Tim (as Red Robin) causes serious damage to the League of Assassins, Ra’s decided to steal Janet’s body and revive her using the Lazarus Pit. The plan was to use her as leverage against Tim.

- He underestimated Janet’s skills when she woke up and regained her senses. He was expecting a soft wealthy business woman. He got a battle-hardened trained assassin.

- Upon escaping Ra’s stronghold, Janet goes to ground, looking for her son and Jack.

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Awwww, Tim looks like his mommy, right down to the way she stares at you.

So now this is Janet’s official design for me and if you try to tell me otherwise, i’m gonna put my hands over my ears and go LALALALALA!