#Damian Wayne centric

[motleyfam]

“The analysis is complete. The bottle residue and samples we collected all tested positive for norovirus RNA—or, as it’s more commonly known, stomach flu.”

“Jesus take the wheel…” Timothy murmurs under his breath, ducking his head and tapping his fingers to his forehead, chest, and each shoulder in the sign of the cross.

Damian rolls his eyes. “Aren’t you Jewish, Drake.”

“I am an immunocompromised agnostic who just sat through a four-hour stakeout with three people who are now puking their guts up,” he bites back. “I will take anyone who’s listening.”

Richard gives a weak snort. “So this is a literal Hail Mary?”

Timothy glares back. “Yes.”

—

(In the case of Bats vs. Stomach Bug, there can only be one victor.)

[almostpoetic0-0]

The concept of Damian growing up with a Muslim shower(bidet) as he grew up in a Arabic country and just talia packing him an empty bottle(if yanno , yanno) and telling him to use this to go to the bathroom in his European tour or however he really to the Manor, with a separate Muslim shower attachment (for when he get to the manor for installment) as well and like poor bby dami confused and asks his mother if it is a training exercise and Talia just freaking longs sighs and says that the west doesn't have Muslim showers like us and they u paper to clean there butt and

DAMI JUST HORRIFEID LIKE NO WATER ???

AND LIKE HES WILLING TO BEG UMMI NOT TO SEND HIM. And then he's like but my FATHER(baba) would not be stupid enough right he must be rich enough to use water to "do the stuff right " and once again he is disappointed

And like in the background Jason had his dip already sneaks into the league to like steal a Muslim shower for himself (he grew up on the street he has to feel clean or ptsd yanno) and Ra's is so proud that ATLEST SOMEONE from the west cherises cleanliness and doesn't even care abt hurting Jason (he's like a scientist showing of his discovery) like HERE U WANT ONE TAKE IT,I HAVE A GOLD PLATED ONE TO TAKE THAT TO. Like just Muslim shower appreciation bro and Eastern culture to but mostly Muslim shower

Also the food don't get me started on that bby used to having whole a** chilies but like he's comes to USA and EVERYTHING IS SO BLAND W H Y. He has to call his mother and ask her with increasing desperation if he can come back and to at least send him a cook he is a prince after all.

Everybody at the Manor is confused abt him not eating food and putting hot sauce on everything because that's what he has been led to THE HORROR. Alfreds British and even after all that colonization BY TRADING FREAKING SPICE through the subcontinent their food is still pretty bland and Dami is so salty abt this to Alfred

Dami: Ummi these people don't even know what seasoning is, Ummi. Plz is this punishment for the time my tiger ate your dress mother. Father(baba) doesn't even know how to install a Muslim shower Ummi

And talia amused on the inside and telling to preservere and think of it as training

And just yeah a biracial person guide to THE WEST

I would like LOVEEEE to read a comic written by a Eastern writer about Damian having to adapt to the west and that being harder then any training cus he like are these people senile or poor to wipe ther butt with paper and to think that mandi (pretty sure there might be veggie options in this to) is just orange friend rice to them like where is the FLAVOUR 🤌

[lynn-reads-and-writes]

a snippet of put away childish things:

"You like animals, huh?" she says suddenly. “Jon said so the other night.”

 Maybe this is a test after all. "No more than anyone else," he says. 

She squints at him. "Hm. Wanna work with them someday?" 

“Of course not. I am a Wayne. I will be like my father."

 Martha tuts at him. "Of course. All little boys want to grow up to be like their fathers at first. But hey, even Bruce had a day job."

Bruce? "You knew him?” he asks. He realized the alien must have known his father, but his mother too?

"Bruce? Sure. Taught him how to milk a cow, too, but that was years ago. He wasn’t quite as good at it as you, which I’m sure annoyed him. Bruce was used to being pretty good at most things." Martha grants him a smile that feels like a secret, like she's sharing something just for him.

Grayson doesn’t like to talk about his father. Not really. Nor does Pennyworth. Eventually, Damian stopped asking.

"Did you teach him about the other farm animals?" He asks tentatively.

Martha eyes him carefully. "I did. Clark too. Walked him through the whole routine. He was around a lot back when…well…he was around a lot when I needed him. I think we needed each other, if I’m being honest.”

He can’t imagine his father— Batman —needing anyone. 

---

A lil exploration of Damian getting the chance to grieve someone he didn't really know. Oh, it's also Halloween.

[crimsonbluuu]

Chapters: 2/31 Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics), DCeased (DC Comics), New Teen Titans Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Batfamily Members & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghul & Damian Wayne, Teen Titans & Damian Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Alfred Pennyworth, Talia al Ghul, Teen Titans - Character Additional Tags: Damian Wayne is Robin, Damian Wayne-centric, Hurt Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne Acts Like a Kid, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd and Damian Wayne Meet in the League of Assassins, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne Bonding, Dick Grayson Has Eldest Daughter Syndrome, Dick Grayson is Batman, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Bruce Wayne is a D+ parent, Duke Thomas is a Batfamily Member, Duke Thomas is a Ray of Sunshine, Cassandra Cain is Just Along for the Ride, Minor Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown Appreciation, Stephanie Brown is a Batfamily Member, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Batfamily Oneshots, mostly Damian Wayne centered

Chapter two: Fool's Game - Damian's vision blurs as he stumbles through the debris-ridden room, his body weak and battered. Each step feels like an insurmountable challenge, but he refuses to give in to the pain. Not yet, at least. He walks as fast as his legs will allow him to, the cloth clutched into his hand as he holds onto the walls for support.

[gacuseni]

It hadn't been raining, it hadn't been a very dark day. Which was surprising because of Gotham's normal weather, which was gray, cold, and depressing. Damian had learnt to feel like home in it, even when his childhood had been in the desert and the mountains, where the color palette was something aside from gray and grayer.

No, it had not been a gray day at all. It had been colorful, at least to Gotham's standards. It blended well with the hope that invaded Damian.

Damian felt hopeful, and that is unusual. Even the word felt bitter in his mouth, hope. He knew the word by definition, but it wasn't a thing he often experienced. It was a nice feeling though, he hadn't felt it in a while. Either way he hadn't felt much for a while. Not until the last couple of days.

He did felt a pinch of it when he had learnt about the tournament. The Lazarus Tournament, which he had just came back from. He had felt a little bit of hope when he learnt that there was a way to bring Alfred back.

But it had been different then, when it was just a possibility, and when things had been so dark in his life. It was like Gotham's weather, it had been gray, dark.

Now it was colorful. The now was colorful, the future seemed brighter.

Damian had won the tournament. Almost. Did that count? Technically. He had also made new friends, or more than just that. He even currently was in some sort of good terms with his mom and grandfather. The thing he now needed to do was talk to his father.

At least that could wait until his grandfather gave his speech about what he had learnt over centuries of living, he was finally going to surrender himself in order to help the world be a better place. Finally understood that making a giant genocide wasn't the only solution.

As Damian had said, the future seemed brighter.

Not that he would say it in those exact same words out loud. His family would think he was cheesy or something like that.

Right, family. He should be focused in protecting and observing his grandfather and mother and not having an inner monologue of some sort like the one he was currently having.

But then so did his father.

"Damian? I..."

Damian could distantly hear Oracle's voice through the comms. If Damian hadn't been so at edge because of seeing his father, feeling as if all his senses had been upgraded he probably would have missed the next phrase Barbara said.

"Bruce, hug your damn son."

"I-why're Ra's and Talia doing this?"

Of course his father acted as if he never heard that. Damian ignored the feelings in his chest and stomach.

"Because they believe it is the right thing to do." That was true. At least his grandfather believed it and his mother wasn't going to protest against him. It's not like she had much choice in the matter. Damian leaned to the edge of the building to get a better look at Ra's and Talia. "Once they are safe, you and I can talk."

Damian wanted to talk to him. He wanted to tell his father what he had been doing, his adventures at the tournament, the friends he had made...about flatline. About his great-grandmother and the secrets of his family he had discovered. He wanted to tell him about what he had learned. But that could wait, they had an entire day ahead of them. And entire future ahead of them.

His father turned to look at him.

"Stick to the mission." Robin reprimanded. Right now his grandfather and his mother were his top priority, talking with his father could wait.

He watched as Ra's walked and greeted people before he stood in front of a microphone. He walked straight, looking forward and his head up. One would think he was leading and not turning himself over to the authorities.

An Al Ghul never looked down. Never looked defeated. Not even his mother in the back looked ashamed or anything other than powerful, even when she didn't agree on what her father was doing.

His grandfather started talking about how he had lived centuries, thousands of years, and how he looked at our dying earth and blamed it on men. How he had seen so much during so much time, but just now he had realized the worth of people.

Thanks to his family now he seemed a better future.

So did Damian.

Ra's was talking about sharing the Lazarus Pit science with the world, because everyone deserved a chance to live, because everyone was worth saving alongside the earth.

Because he wanted a better future.

Because he hoped for a better future.

And so did Damian.

So did Damian.

So did-

BANG.

A loud noice echoed through the room. His grandfather fell to the ground after he received a shot on his head. People were screaming. His mother had tears as she reached for her father.

"Grandfather!"

"Deathstroke." Batman said as he reached the ground.

Damian could hear the police calling for backup. Bullets were everywhere, and Damian heard his mother gasp.

"Mother!" She had been shot in her shoulder.

Damian didn't care that he was in his Robin uniform without a mask. He just reached the ground and ran towards his family.

He could hear fighting from deathstroke and Batman. A grenade went off. Someone was saying something about her mother getting away. As if she had anything to do with this.

"Do not let anything happen to my mother!" Damian screamed at the assassins. "Get her out of here!"

Damian ran towards his grandfather.

Batman had deathstroke pinned to the ground. But he still had a remote on his hand. He was still talking.

Damian just needed to get him away.

"You can either stop me..." He clicked the button. "...or make sure Ra's Al Ghul still has a body to go into a Lazarus Pit..."

Batman noticed the grenade at Ra's side.

Damian was not going to stop he just needed to get Ra's away-

"Grandfather..." at this point Damian's feet were barely touching the ground as he ran. He had noticed the grenade too.

Bruce's blood went cold.

"I can still save him!"

3

Bruce started running towards his son.

2

He threw his hook to the nearest wall to get there faster.

1

Not again.

He would not be late again.

Tick.

Bruce was late once more.

BOOOM.

If Bruce had to explain someone what happened he would said he had some sort of deja vu. Everything happened so fast, yet so slow, almost as if it was in slow motion but his brain was getting the information way faster than his body.

He saw the explosion once in his brain, and then it somehow repeated. And yet he was not able to do anything  about it, not even scream at Damian.

It wouldn't had made a difference either, his son had seen the grenade and decided to still run and try to save his grandfather.

The explosion sent him flying contrary to Damian's direction, who at the same time was sent to the nearest wall.

"Damian!"

Bruce had to hear the cracking noice when Damian impacted one of the pillars with his head.

Ra's body was nowhere to be seen, probably incinerated because of the grenade. Bruce didn't cared at the moment.

It took him a couple of seconds to be able to stand up, there was ringing in his ear, probably from the closeness to the explosion, along with some nasty burnt that made walking uncomfortable.

He pushed through it, he needed his son, he needed Damian to be okay. He needed him to come home and talk, and apologize. He needed his son and to hug him dammit.

Bruce messily reached out for his son on the ground. There was blood covering his unmasked face, he couldn't really see from which part it was coming from as his hair was covering it.

He was relieved when he found the pulse he was looking for.

For a moment he had thought that Damian was dead-

That the crack he had heard-

God, Damian looked so still right now, his usually tanned skin was getting pale-

Bruce had feared that they would never be able to talk, reconcile, go home. That Damian would die again and once more because of their dangerous lives. That he would die before he was able to legally drive, drink, vote. Be an adult like the one he already acted like-

"-an. Batman! Bruce!" Oracle's voice brought him out of the spiral he had been at for the last few seconds.

"Robin is down, badly injured, I don't think our current medbay will be enough honestly."

"Don't worry Bruce, I'm sending backup to your way. I'm calling Leslie right now, hang on."

And Bruce did.

He hang on to Damian.

That was the only thing he could currently do.

[the-coffeeaddict-tim-drake]

Tim Drake Fics On A03

These are my list of Tim Drake fics on A03. It has everything. Angst, fluff, funny sibling relationship, family fluff, The core four etc... There are few TimKon fics thrown here and there too. Have fun.

Tim Drake (Doesn't) Drink Coffee by BabblingBookends

Every year, Tim goes on a caffeine detox for a month and has to deal with the resulting withdrawal symptoms. He doesn't tell the rest of the Bats about this, because, uh, reasons!

Bang, bang by Ididloveyou_once

‘You shot me!’ Jason gasped, stunned, ‘Holy shit, you actually shot me.’

Tim’s eyes widened and he froze. They stared at each other for a second, dumbstruck and then-

‘Don’t tell Bruce.’

Or: The family enjoy a normal movie night. Except Jason has a gunshot wound and Tim’s the only one who knows and oh- that’s because Tim’s the one who shot him and they really, really need to find a way to leave before anyone finds out.

Play it Again by Jazz020

The manor feels too quiet without music. Tim and Damian bond over music.

Send to All by kerosceene

I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).

-

The bats have a sex pollen release form. Because of course they do.

This is on of the most funniest batfam fic I have ever read.

four brothers, one crush, and absolutely zero brain cells to be found by Ms_Trickster

Tim: i need to know what’s the best way to a boy’s heart 

Damian: Easy. The best way to someone’s heart is through their ribcage. Everyone knows that. 

Damian: Come on Timothy, I expected better from you. 

Dick: I-

Dick: Try again

-

Tim is having boy troubles.

Tim goes to his brothers for help.

Tim...did not think that plan of action through.

(In which the batbros give Tim advice on relationships, told entirely through texts.)

Their sibiling relationship is too damn funny.

Home by sElkieNight60 

“Why didn't you call home?” the Red Hood is scolding him, bizarrely making his head spin with how unreal everything suddenly seems. “Why didn't you call Dad? You've been missing for three days and he is losing his mind―he thinks you've been kidnapped again―everyone has been pulling double runs all over the city trying to find you! You fucking disappeared! Seriously, Baby Bird, give us one good reason why we shouldn't drag your ass back home right now and have Dad bench you until the end of all days!?”

The two vigilantes are staring at him equal parts furious and equal parts relieved, but there must be some kind of mistake, because:

“Who is Tim?”

Only A03 users can read this fic.

Cork Board Contingencies by PrinceJakeFireCake

If you don’t use a cork board to obsessively plan contingencies for every possible way a date with your best friend can go, how can you go on a date at all?

Excerpt: “Are you free next Saturday?” Tim asked, pretty sure that Kon’s jumble of words was agreement that he wanted to date Tim.

“Maybe!” Kon exclaimed.

“Cool,” Tim commented, taking another sip of his drugged grape soda (“Dammit, Tim,” he mentally told himself. “Do not give in! Buy new grape soda! Stop drinking the drugged grape soda! I’ve shotgunned another can of drugged grape soda, haven’t I? Dammit, that makes five!”) then saying, “That gives me just enough time to pass out for fifty-two hours and plan our first date.”

Bloodlines by chibi_nightowl for exiled-one (mistralle)

“Mr. Drake, I can’t think of a better way to say this, so I’ll just be blunt. This file is for your first adoption. By the Drakes.” 

Tim blinked. “My what?” 

“You were adopted as a newborn by Jack and Janet Drake.” 

“Excuse me, but what the fuck are you talking about?”

No words. This fic is just mind blowing.

fill in the blanks by mindshelter

“You?” Tim blurts. Holy shit. “You’re Kon?”

A nod. “Are you in any pain?” he asks again.

Kon’s skin is sun-kissed, cheekbones dusted with a fine smattering of freckles; he is, without exaggeration, the prettiest person Tim has ever seen. “No, I’m—great,” he says, fidgeting. “Do you, uh, come here often?”

Kon raises a brow. “To the medbay?” he intones. “Definitely more often than I’d prefer.”

Road Rage Robin by heartslogos 

"I'd be doing humanity a favor." Tim grinds out, "And I would get away with it. I could totally get away with it. I've done worse."

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Liberal Usage of the Bro-Code by heartslogos for protagonistically (the_protagonist)

“You’re never going to guess who’s blood is on my shirt – similarly, this is not my shirt but these are my pants.”

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Here's a Reminder (That You Haven't Fallen Through the Cracks) by popsunner

If it’s a salesperson, he’ll shove them a hundred dollar tip and tell them to go away, if it’s some religious do gooder, he’ll direct them to Metropolis. If it’s a Rogue, he’ll tell them he’s busy and to please get in the fucking line. If it’s one of his siblings--

“Hey, Tim!” Dick says brightly, forearm braced against the doorframe.

Dammit.

i totally don't have amnesia by impravidus for odd_izzy

Based on this john mulaney bit: “I also think it's weird in movies when someone has amnesia and they wake up in the hospital. A lot of times they'll be surrounded by friends and family, but when they open their eyes they go "Who are you?" Because that's not how you act when you don't recognize somebody. That's very rude. It would be chaos out there if every time you saw someone you didn't recognize, you went, "Who are you?" I always try to be really polite in life, so like if I had amnesia, you'd never know it. I'd wake up and they'd be like "Hi John, we're so happy you're awake." And I'd just be like, "Oh, hey, man, how's it going?", "Oh, hey, dude, nice to see you again." because that's how you act when you can tell that someone recognizes you and you have no fucking clue who they are.”

Detective Timothy Drake and the Mysterious Case of the Unclaimed Dildo by JpegDotJpeg

Tim had a lot of experience with problem solving. Every goddamn day he was solving problems. There was no shortage of problems in Tim’s life. He’d learned how to deal with overbearing parents, underbearing parents, malfunctioning equipment, in-team conflict, lawsuits, emotional breakdowns, financial difficulty, broken ribs, ill-timed boners, and a whole host of other bizarre, anxiety-inducing, or life-threatening issues that plagued his existence.

None of them had prepared him for finding a dildo in the dishwasher.

I had so much fun reading this.

Little Overlooked Dreams by Lunette3002 for Marzue

Tim weighed his options. He was alone at night in some alleyway in Gotham. He had nothing except the clothes left on the ground by someone and the cloak wrapped around his skinny shoulders. His camera was nowhere in sight. His backpack was gone too.

He brought the device to his ear. “Hello?”

Whatever talking had been on the other end of the line immediately cut off at his hesitant greeting.

“Who is this?”

Family Photos by KelpieCodyne 

“I thought you quit your photo stalking?”

“In my defence, I never said I was quitting, and you never asked if I would,” Tim immediately counters. “So really, this is kind of on you.”

Just because Tim became a bat, doesn’t mean he stopped taking photos of bats. Several times Tim took photos of the batfamily, and one time they took photos of him.

One of my all time favorite fic. And only A03 users can read this fic too.

picture perfect memories by Fandom_Trash224 

“I… require assistance with something. I believe you are best-suited for it.”

Tim raises an eyebrow, but motions for the younger boy to enter his room. As Damian does, he slowly closes the door behind him, and Tim notices a small piece of what Tim assumes to be paper in Damian’s hand. Then, he realizes it’s not just a piece of paper: it’s a photo.

Damian approaches Tim, holding out the photo at arm’s length once he’s close enough to do so, saying, “I would like you to explain this photo to me.”

Tim glances down at it, and to both his surprise and mild horror, he recognizes the photo.

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Biphasic Reaction by renecdote

People may have allergic reactions all the time and be fine, but they can also die from them. He has a flash of sudden, morbid curiosity about what the exact statistics for fatal allergic reactions are.

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miles and miles (in their shoes) by JUBE514

Where is Damian? Why can’t he see anything clearly? Where is the little brat? Damian had been by him in the cave when everything had exploded, they had been arguing like always when the two of them had gotten the punishment to go clean the trophy room, stop yelling at each other, stop being at each other's throat for two minutes and go clean the goddamn trophy room-

They had been cleaning, got into another knock out drag out argument, and it had come so close to blows and they had been screaming more than cleaning and-

The stupid fucking shoe, in the magical section- exploded out-

--

Tim and Damian switch bodies, the two of them realize exactly why the other does the things they do.

The Waynes, Damsels in Distress by hitthedeck

Roses are red, violets are blue, Bruce Wayne and his kids get kidnapped every other week. Some things are just universal, undeniable facts of life.

Or, in which Bruce Wayne is still Batman and his kids are still Robins, but they keep letting themselves get kidnapped because they think it's funny.

Have You Seen My Kids!? by Cute_Bear

Five Times Bruce's kids interrupted him as Bruce Wayne and One Time they interrupted him as Batman with the Justice League.

This is not Tim - centric, but it has really nice batfam fluff.

ten cents richer by Ms_Trickster

You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

That’s how the saying goes. Take enough punches from the universe and eventually it becomes harder and harder to pop back up, to see the worth in fighting back, to stop yourself from turning around and delivering some punches of your own.

Tim never wanted to become the villain—

“Appendicitis,” Tim breathed in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

—but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to burn the world to ashes when shit like this kept happening to him.

A Saturday Evening by malcyon

Jonathan shrugs, catches the expression still on Tim’s face. “We did throw out the cyanide.”

“Only because it expired.”

“Marty.”

“Well, it did.”

*****

Kon invites Tim over for dinner. Tim's not sure if he should have accepted that invitation.

unfurl by shipyrds

"Hey, Dick," Tim says. He's in costume, and fiddling with his gloves, but he doesn't remove his mask: nervous, and trying to hide it. "You've had sex with aliens, right?"

"I'm not going to like where this is going, am I?" Dick says, resigned.

"How did you deal with the whole. Junk situation," Tim says, in his best professional Mission Report voice. Its success is kind of undermined with how red his face is below the domino. — Tim asks some questions. Bruce and Clark come to some realizations.

The Conner Kent Conspiracy Board by Hayleythewriter

Tim figures out Kon’s feelings before Kon does.

His Baby by Musafir

Bruce once made Tim a promise that he would never break, just have to reaffirm later in life.

“Hi Tim. I’m Bruce and I am always going to be here for you.”

Banshee In A Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee)

Tim is five years old when he drowns in his parents' pool. He dies quietly, waiting for parents who love him, but will never be there, to realise that something is wrong. They never show up, and he sinks into oblivion.

When he wakes up and claws his way out of the water, the sun has set, and the lights of his house are on. He is cold and wet and his lungs burn.

But most of all, Tim is alone.

(If you die and no-one is there to see it, were you ever alive in the first place?)

The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks 

What the comics neglected to cover after Bruce returns from being lost in time.

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charity by Valkirin for Ms_Trickster

The biggest downside of being adopted by Bruce Wayne is putting up with rich people events, including one where Jason will be in a room with a bunch of rich kids for a couple very long hours while Bruce goes to the adults' meeting. Jason is ready for a very bad time but the Drake kid listens to him from the start and keeps backing up Jason's ideas even though they've never met.

Jason warms up to Tim Drake long before Mad Hatter tries to take over the meeting and Tim backs him up again.

city of stars by lovelyre

College friends-to-lovers AU with Tim Drake.

This is Tim drake x Reader fic. Trust me its really good.

Tricks of the Trade by Jazz020

Jason and Damian learn about Tim's fool proof method of getting what he wants from Superman

Security Updates by Jazz020

Hal, Clark, and Barry find an unexpected guest playing with the watchtowers security.

Vacation at the Watchtower by Jazz020

A continuation of Security Updates

It may have been a mistake to let Tim stay at the Watchtower while he heals from his injury but the kid really needed to get away from his brothers.

“Wait, what if I go to the Watchtower with you.” “I don't think-” “It’ll be great. I'll even help out if you need me to. I'll be the best unpaid intern the Justice League has ever had.”

Birthdays by Jazz020

Bruce was always aware that Jack and Janet Drake were bad parents, but every once in a while they give him an unfortunate reminder.

Loss by Jazz020

Out of all of Tim’s self-destructive tendencies, it was his willingness to die for his loved ones that frightened Alfred most.

Sick by Jazz020

Tim’s never quite figured out the proper behavior for someone who’s sick. Instead of resting, he often makes his way to the Watchtower.

We Can Work It Out by blackash26, Tigrislupa

Damian endeavors to make up for his treatment of Drake and apologize properly; however, Drake refuses to forgive him no matter what he does. Tim does his best to deny, avoid, and ultimately deal with the fact that the demon brat has a crush on him of all people. (Pulling pigtails never felt like quite such an understatement.) Meanwhile, the rest of the family takes sides.

In all of this, there's only one thing everyone agrees on.

Don’t tell Dick.

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you'll never find a thing like today by remrose

"I'm just saying, I don't think I've ever been to one of these things that hasn't ended in explosions," Bart tells them, eyes on the crowds as he tugs at the ends of his cuffs.

To the Boy Who Called Yesterday by Shirokokuro

Bruce wonders when six-year-old Tim changed, when he shed that sad look he’s wearing now.

Or, perhaps, when he got so good at hiding it.

Cough syrup by Stardustwrites17

It’s the coldest night in the year. So of course Tim falls into the Gotham-fucking-harbor.

Featuring a worried dad, Tim's missing spleen, and of course, Tim battling with himself between being independent and letting himself be loved.

Chili dogs seasoned with tears by Robin_The_Robiner

Ever so slowly, Tim looked down at his plate. On it was a steaming chili dog, topped with fried onions and fresh parsley.

“Oh.” he whispered.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Taking the place of a beloved dead boy was difficult, but Tim managed to do a decent job. He's smart, confident, and put together, so he wasn't effected by their devastating grief at all.

Tim is also a dirty little liar when it comes to his mental health.

A Pile Of Pillows By The Couch by reinersbigtits

Tim has always hated getting sick. He hates the haze and the pain. But, when he finds out his family is sick he jumps in to help without a second thought. However, without a spleen, he's incredibly susceptible to the illness and quickly realizes just how much he's missed out on.

Or: Tim Drakes repressed trauma followed by worried family feels and lots of comfort.

stepping on landmines by Ms_Trickster

There is a scar curved around Drake's neck that Damian does not understand.

So he asks Todd.

the butler's neighbor by deargalileo

It starts with a baseball, thrown onto the wayne's property. it's alfred's job to deal with such happenings, of course. but over tea and galas, it turns into so much more.

after all, why should bruce be the only one allowed to adopt any child that he finds?

Stranger than Fiction by foxy_mulder

"There are details in this document that absolutely no one should know unless they have inside information on us. There’s hints that they know our patrol schedules and regularly keep tabs on us. I don't know who's behind this, or what they want with Batman, but tracking the writer needs to be a priority."

"And this document is… a fanfiction?"

_________

(Tim Drake writes Batman fanfiction. He doesn't expect Batman to actually find it.)

There are many many more fics which i will post later. Have fun reading

[wondersinwaynemanor]

we all know that the Wayne kids are each other's best friends. but with Steph, each one of them partners with her for specific reasons.

with Dick, it's mostly about beauty, skincare and hair. they tell each other which make up brand is better, which eyeshadow color and eyeliner technique matches the other's eyes, which face mask gives the best nutrients on their faces, which hair mask suits their hair color. they even do each other's make up and nails when they're both free. Dick asks her if they are any new skincare products that are released from this brand that they both like. Dick keeps thanking Steph for that perfume she suggested that Wally loves on him.

with Jason, it's about food. Steph isn't much of a chef herself, let's leave that all to Jason, but she's the person he usually asks to try when he tries a new recipe. maybe it's because they're usually the ones who eats after patrol together while the rest of the family choose to rest and go home. or it's because it's Steph who usually suggests to the family about the snacks they're going to have during movie nights. or the restaurant they should try for the weekend. they sit on the rooftops while eating Big Belly Burgers as they talk about the food that's famous in Italy or Greece.

with Tim, it's about boybands and concerts. i mean, Tim has crushes on boybands and Steph is the same, so they're the perfect combination. Tim goes to her to fangirl about a new boyband song and they argue which member is the best singer or the hottest, if you ask Tim. Tim, being a nepo baby, gets VIP tickets and it's Steph who he invites to when attending concerts. they wear neon colors and have posters, and lose their voices by the end of each concert.

with Duke, it's about bike rides. yes, the rest of the family knows motorcycle rides, but Duke has created a special bond with Steph with it. it all started during morning patrol, The Signal passed by Steph's university and she knew, he needed help. so she hurriedly used this Halloween mask to conceal her face and use one of her professor's bikes just to help Duke. of course she gave the bike back and parked it exactly where her professor did. they sometimes travel outside of Gotham with just their bikes, either as vigilantes or as civilians.

with Damian, it's the games. Steph loves playing around the family like setting up traps and poking at them with the water and paint guns. Damian finds this very intriguing, so he goes to her when he wants to plot something for each family member. they also go to the carnivals together. Steph is more than willing to be competitive with Damian when it comes to carnival games. or even just a game of Scrabble and Chess.

and with Cass, well, Steph partners with Cass in everything. they're together.

we already know this.

[silent-wolf]

ranking the batboys in terms of how many friends they have:

dick grayson

tim drake

----------------THE FUCKING GREAT WALL OF CHINA----------------

3. damian wayne 4. jason todd

[laxxarian]

Tim Drake-centric fic prompt that I really really wanna read about specifically but can't find one

Where after Tim got beaten up by this new guy Red Hood, Tim already knew that he was Jason and let's Hood beat him up and after that, Tim plans to let Hood slowly come back to the family.

Just stable enough for Bruce and Jason to talk once more and that's when Tim will slowly fade from the Wayne family.

Tim believed himself as only a business partner, a colleague and employee, not a family. And besides, he only became Robin because Batman needed Robin but now that Red Hood came back, there was no need for Tim. But he has to stay for a few more days or so just in case (or maybe it's him not wanting to give this up).

And then Damien came who then pulled a Red Hood on Tim again for the Robin title.

Tim let's Damien have it by the end of it tho since he remembers that his original plan from the very beginning of becoming a Robin was to only help Batman stabilize and Batman seems to have got it already.

Now Tim starts to see the Wayne's less and less and the family starts to notice this too so they try and investigate (stalking) Tim by observing where he's going, what he does and what new hobbies his got going.

The family found him dating someone.

Or

The family caught Tim something something really big and surprising that I can't even say

[damianbugs]

i am having a great day then i remember there are people who don't view Batman: Son of The Demon and the canon bruce/talia characterisation and damian origin story.

[theforgottendaydreamer]

two batfam febuwhump prompts coming out later tonight, stay tuned

edit: posting them tomorrow + 2 more prompts for a total of 4 prompts. Sorry, my arm's not collaborating and I feel ill.

[suzukiblu]

"leather" for the word meme!

"Is this leather?" the kid asks with no apparent concern about any of that, their eyes lighting up as they hold up a black jacket to inspect. They're still completely naked and still very obviously don't care.

"Looks like it," Jon says, giving said jacket a puzzled glance. It is leather, yeah. It's also covered in metal studs and mismatched pins and random punk-looking patches, absolutely none of which are related to a single band that Jon has ever once listened to. It doesn't look very professional, but maybe it belongs to an intern. Or, like, a janitor or something.

In absolute and entire irony, there's also a crest of El patch stitched to one of the shoulders. Maybe whoever owns it thought that was funny or something.

Prick.

"I wanna wear this," the kid says firmly, hugging the jacket to their chest.

"Pants will also be necessary," Damian informs them. "And ideally a shirt."

"Yeah, I'm on it," the kid says, then returns their attention to the clothing pile. Jon has literally never met a kid who responded so well to Nightwing, of all people. Batman? Yes. Spoiler or Redbird? Sure. But Nightwing?

Damian has literally had to knock kids out so they wouldn't freak out too bad for him to save them. Like, as a whole recurring thing. Which probably hasn't helped him reduce the need to knock kids out in general, Jon is pretty sure, but is in fact a fact all the same.

Knocking out a Kryptonian kid would probably be harder to pull off, admittedly, even for Damian, so this is definitely for the best.

It's still really, really weird to witness, though.

[mintyleaves00]

ok I already found the my reason to keep working on my arabic

I was able to read a BatFam fic without using a translator

[a-crystalclearsquid]

i need help

I've been looking for a damian-centric fic about the batfam not remembering his birthday and he didn't say anything about it so in return, he's missing their birthdays

there's this one specific scene wherein it was barbara's upcoming birthday so he was trying to think of a gift.

he went to tim's room and saw tim's collection of photographs of friends and family and saw one of Barbara's he'd like to borrow to draw a portrait for. as damian looked through tim's photos, tim had a realization that he somehow doesn't have a photo of damian.

that one scene really burned in my mind and I've been trying to look for it. does anyone know the fic?

[to-the-stars8]

Faith

Summary: Keeping faith was never easy for Jason, and the struggle creates a war in his mind that hangs between self-destructing and outright torment.

This was inspired by the artwork of @lethologicaee

Just letting you guys know that this story has a lot of heavy religious references and reflections of trauma, so if that makes you uncomfortable please do not engage with this story. Keep yourself healthy and happy, my loves.

Another warning, referenced drug use

Jason couldn’t remember what he saw after he died—if he saw anything. He only remembered seeing the Joker followed by waking up to darkness and the smell of dirt. The moment his eyes opened, not seeing but feeling the softness of his coffin, two things ran through his mind: Bruce and the noticeable absence of God. 

There was never a moment in Jason’s life when he was a religious fanatic, but there were a few years with Catherine when he went to church semi-regularly. It was right after Willis had gone to jail and before his mother had fully developed her addiction. She had come to rely on religion for some comfort and tried to teach Jason to do the same.

“How come we’re going to church now?” He had asked as she buttoned up one of his nicer jackets. His hands were still too small to properly do it himself, and they were already running late. 

She thinned her lips, thinking, and her sacred blue eyes flickered up to meet his for a moment before going back down to the buttons. “I think going to church could be good for us. I think we’ve run out of faith, and it could teach us to get it back again. To keep going.”

Jason grumbled, slightly annoyed that he had to get up so early on a Sunday morning, “And we need to go to church for that?”

“Yes,” Catherine said pointedly. 

The Gotham Parish Church was one of the biggest and one of the nicest in the city. It had been around not long before the Waynes had come and was kept up by donations from other rich Gothamite families. It was a rare beauty in the Gotham smog. A diamond on the outside, he knew for sure, but he couldn't quite say the same for the inside of it. 

Jason remembered finding it odd that he had to kneel in front of a big wooden Jesus figure but did it anyway as he followed Catherine’s lead. He stared at the figure, it was painted with vivid browns, beiges, and reds, and it left him feeling a little sad. He wondered why a man would die for people who did not care for nor knew him. He supposed it was for his godly father. 

The only reason he kept going to church willingly was for his mother. When he looked up at Catherine during prayer, he’d seen her smile for the first time in a while. She looked happy, almost younger, even. The stress from her face faded and she looked at him with so much love coupled with optimism. 

He found something similar in feeling, but couldn’t determine if it was Catherine’s contagious hopefulness or Father Thomas’ sermon of goodness in people. Eventually, Jason began to like the weekly routine and even found solace in it. He wondered if that feeling was the holy light Father Thomas talked about. 

Then, he found Catherine sitting on her bed with a needle in her arm.

Jason tried to get her help, going to Father Thomas and begging him to do something. He only patted him on the head and said, “If she has faith then God will deliver from this sin.”

Jason had felt terrified and angry. Terrified because how could he get his mother to get more faithful, especially at her lowest, when he hardly knew the meaning of it? And, was angry, because he could not fathom the sin she was committing. What kind of god would abandon someone who was sick, much less mark them as a sinner?

It stirred a holy turmoil within Jason’s young mind that came to a sudden end when he found Catherine dead on the bathroom floor. Because, with her, Jason’s faith had died, too. It wasn’t until he was in Wayne Manor did he found a little bit of that again. It wasn’t the holy kind of faith, but, rather, the faith in love. With Bruce, he began to pray again and believed that, maybe, God was still there.

Bruce wasn’t religious himself, but always told him that it was always worth believing in something. That gave Jason the courage to ask Alfred, who had mentioned that now and then he would attend church if he could join him on one of those occasions. Ultimately, nothing ever came of it. Jason tried not to dwell on what he could have been if he had gone with Alfred. 

Then, there was Sheila, and Jason had prayed for the past. He wanted a mother who he could look up to in the church light and believe wholeheartedly in God again. 

Sheila had welcomed him with open arms, but, in the end, his faith in her was ripped from him. Yet, there was still Bruce who would save him— Both of them. The love he felt for Bruce was immeasurable, just as if they had always been father and son. It was because of him Jason died still believing.  

Now, back from the dead, all that he was left with was anger and grief. He was angry at Bruce and God, and he grieved for the boy he used to be. With Bruce, his resentment was built off of another failed father who turned away; with God, it was deeper than just that. It was a fit of animalistic, sacred anger that made him want to tear the heart out of the very idea of faith with his bare teeth. Jason felt more of a fool when it came to God, tricked into hoping—praying—only to be turned away in the end. 

Did he not believe in God enough, or would he have to get down on his hands and knees to beg for an unknown forgiveness?

Jason knew it would be pathetic for him to do it, to beg for the forgiveness of another father who abandoned him, but he would do it. He’d do it until the golden rosary cut into his hands, his knees had bruises, and his mouth ran dry from begging. He’d scream and cry for it if he had to. 

He questioned if had sinned too much—If, in his initial hallowed anger, he had turned into Cain. Jason had offered the best of himself, but God had not favored him as he did others. The thought made him bitter. Jason knew it had to be a fault within him rather than God; that he didn't have the innate goodness he thought all people had. If he ever had it. 

Each time he looked at the blood on his hands, Jason only thought of one thing, the noticeable absence of God. 

[drbatsponge]

Gotham War spoilers yet again confirm to me that Zdarsky does not give a shit about the women in Bruce's life other than Selina.