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13phantom13angel13 · 2 years

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I LOVE you writing! Could I request a fic with Lee! Dick Grayson or Lee!tim drake? <3

Aw! Thank you so much! 😭 You have blessed my crops with such kind words! (I know that made no sense lol) But you sure got it, friend!

Author’s Note: I couldn’t decided which one to do, so…you get two for the price of one! I hope you enjoy!

Brotherly Sparring

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Training sucked. No matter how much Tim knew he had to do it to stay in top shape, it was his least favorite thing to do. However, Tim couldn’t say no when Dick asked him to a sparring match; even going as far as pulling out the puppy eyes. Tim was a sucker for the puppy eyes, dammit.

Tim grunted as he was slammed into the mat yet again. He groaned as he rolled over to get back up to his feet.

“Geez, Dick. Take it easy, will you?”

Dick smirked as he bounced on his toes. “Come on, Timmers! It’s like you’re not even trying! At least put up some sort of fight!”

Tim glowered at his older brother, because he was right. Tim wasn’t putting up much of a fight. Probably because he didn’t want to be sparring right now. Damn Dick and his damn puppy eyes. Tim sighed as he ran a hand through his hair before being tackled to the mat. This time, Dick pinned him with his arms above his head, held together by the wrist in one of Dick’s hands.

“Yo! What the hell, man!?” Tim exclaimed as he struggled to free himself from his evil brother’s grasp. Dick gave him the biggest shit eating grin he’s ever seen. He audibly gulped.

“You won’t put up a fight on your own, Timmy. So, I’m gonna make you.” Dick responded, wiggling the fingers of his free hand at him. Tim’s eyes widened. Oh no…

“No no no no no! Dick, don’t!” Tim struggled harder. “Don’t you dare tickle me!”

Dick’s smile twisted into a sadistic smirk. “Nah. I think I will.” With that, his fingers descended upon his little brother’s side.

Tim burst into bright giggles, attempting to evade his brother’s fingers.

“Dihihihick! Knohohohock it ohohohohoff!”

“I will when you fight me like a man!” Dick declared as he tickled up Tim’s ribs towards his armpit. Tim REALLY started to thrash then. His laughter came in harsh waves; getting louder and higher pitched the further up Dick tickled.

“NOHOHOHO!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

“Not where? Not…here!?” With that, Dick released Tim’s hands and started to tickle his underarms. Tim. LOST. IT.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SHIHIHIHIHIT!!! DICK STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!! YOU ASSHOLE!!!” Tears started to form in his eyes as his face turned red.

Dick gasped in mock shock. “Did I just hear our sweet little Timmers swear!? The travesty!”

“SHUHUHUHT UHUHUHUP!” Tim growled through his laughter, and in a last ditch effort to free himself, he launched his hands up for a counter attack, connecting with his brother’s sides. Dick yelped in surprise, falling off of Tim in the process.

Tim took that as his opportunity to strike. So he clambered up on to Dick’s shins and proceeded to squeeze his thighs.

Oh dear.

Dick was thrown into screaming laughter as Tim attacked his worst spot.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHIHMMY!!! MEHEHEHEHERCY!!!” Dick thrashed around, hard. Tim was almost thrown off of him a couple of times but kept at it. He wasn’t going to let his eldest brother get away with tickling him during training. Not this time. However, he did move spots so Dick didn’t actually die from laughing so hard.

“Say you’re sorry and I’ll stop!” He stated as he tickled Dick’s stomach. Dick giggled helplessly, tears of mirth trickling down his flushed cheeks.

“Ohohohkahahahay! Okay! I’m sohohohohrry!”

“Now say I win.”

“Tihihihim!”

“Say it!” Tim demanded as he tickled his sides, causing Dick to giggle harder.

“You wihihihin! Now stahahahahap!”

Tim gave a nod of satisfaction and climbed off of him, helping him sit up in the process. Dick giggled breathlessly for a moment before finally calming down.

“Man…you’re ruthless.” He stated, playfully nudging Tim. He chuckled softly.

“What can I say? When I have two asshole older brothers, I tend to learn from the best.” He gave Dick a cheeky smile. Dick had to laugh at that.

“Fair enough. Come on. All this laughing made me hungry.”

Tim rolled his eyes affectionately at him as they stood. “Of course it did.”

At least the rest of the evening was spent in relative peace.

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I hope you enjoyed this piece between two of my favorite batboy gremlins! ❤️

#batfamfic #batboys #tim drake #dick grayson #time drake is ticklish #so is sick grayson #ticklish dick grayson #ticklish tim drake #they’re fun to write

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internalsealpanic · 3 years

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Love Through the Ages (Tim Drake)

Summary: Love like baggage needs to be declared.

a/n: This is part two of a series that is a fic rec list disguised as a fic. For these fics, most of the characters will be speaking different languages, so unless specified otherwise assume that the characters are speaking in the first language I mention. They’re all vampires with centuries under their belt. Why wouldn’t I make them all polyglots. Also, thank you to the proof reading gang for putting up with my shenanigans. I will have links to the fics I recommend in the fic itself.

Warnings: Everyone is dramatic.

Masterlist

Series Masterlist.

You watch the rusty green of the warehouse wall disappear behind a spray of orange paint. There is nothing more satisfying than watching paint make old things new.

A whistle interrupts your reverie, making the can slip from your hand. You swear, the harsh syllables echoing in the empty air. The can bounces down the scaffold and lands in someone’s hands. Tim’s face gets sprayed with a mist of orange. He makes a noise and rubs at his face. You bark out a laugh and he grimaces at you. The begrudging fondness obvious on his face.

He waves at you, eyes still stinging from the paint. Giddiness flourishes in your chest. “I knew I’d find you here!” He shouts in a dialect of Mandarin that you hadn’t heard in ages.

It takes you a moment to understand him. You’re honestly extremely rusty. It takes you another moment to realize that it made no sense for him to find you. “How?” You shout back in Romanian.

Tim shakes his head, throwing his hand over his shoulder. “Open canvas.”

You snort, looking down at him. Tim’s breath catches as he stares up at you, your smile. You’re haloed by sunlight. You look like an angel descending from heaven.

Tim’s forced to pick up his jaw when he hears your voice again. You’re tapping your watch. The words are lost to him.

“What?!”

You shake your head, strands of hair coming loose from behind your ear. “I asked...” You shout in a coarse frawl. “... Isn’t it a bit early for you to be here?”

It was.

He was only 30 minutes early. No big deal.

He shrugs. “I just wanted to watch you paint.” He says, trailing off. Oh God, Tim thinks. Does he sound lovesick? Is Cassie right? He pushes the thoughts down, opting to look at the building instead. On the side of the building was an immaculate portrait of the Red Hood rendered like a saint, haloed in golden light and surrounded by your orange marigolds. It would look at home in any grand cathedral. Your talents never ceased to amaze him.

“Should I ask why you’re defacing a building?”

You turn back to the building picking up a can of yellow paint. You tilt your head. “It’s a massive improvement, yes?”

Tim looks around. The pavement is littered with wet trash mixed. The buildings were rusted. Everything else is covered in grime. “You’re rude… but not wrong.”

You preen, electing to ignore the first half. You turn back to your canvas before Tim can get another word in. He knows he’s lost you.

“So, why *the* Red Hood?”

You look away from the portrait, setting the can of yellow spray paint. It sprays your sweatshirt and Tim laughs. You stick your tongue out at his face flushing. You liked this sweatshirt. He gave it to you the last time you had meandered into Gotham. “Why not? We’re in the Bowery. He’s like a saint here.” You snip, switching to Russian. Ok, that made sense. You toss your sweatshirt into Tim’s face. The fabric is lousy with the smell of paint and of 5-hour energy drinks. It was an improvement over the pungent odor of garbage.

He tries to rub the orange paint on his face away before he tucks your sweatshirt beneath his arm. You’re still looking down at him, wry amusement on your face. “I’ll paint your beloved Red Robin when I get to China Town. Heard he was quite popular in those parts.”

Tim’s heart flutters. He stutters out his next question. “Why are you using spray paint for this type of illustration?”

“Kon said I couldn’t do it.”

Tim snickers, “As if Kon could tell the difference.”

You frown only realizing your mistake. You curse under your breath. Tim doesn’t stop laughing at you. “Shut up!” You snarl.

Tim dodges the next paint can you throw but the next one hits him square in the face. You grin triumphantly. Tim raises a middle finger at you and you giggle in response. You feel bad, seeing him wince in pain. You’d buy him apology tea later but for now, you clasp your hands and call out to him sweetly. “Sorry, Timmers!”

Tim, equally as mature and well aware that you’re only half sorry, blows out a breath, muttering something colorful before shouting back: “we should get going if we wanna eat out after looting the museum.”

At that, you launch yourself off the scaffolding, your body feeling weightless as it falls. Tim drops your sweatshirt as he holds his arms out to catch you. He catches you easily. You two spin as you wrap your arms around him.

“You are certifiably insane.” He laughs. His nose smooshed against yours.

“And so are you.” You snort, hugging him.

He hugs you back. You hum so softly into his hair that Tim wouldn’t be able to tell it from a breath if he were human. Tim holds you close, hugging your waist tightly. He doesn’t really want to let you go. You don’t either. You and Tim stand there for a bit when you hear his cell beep.

“Why does your phone sound like a pager?”

“Because Babs told me how to.”

“That literally explains nothing.”

“I’m not taking crap from the gremlin who had ‘Baby Shark’ as their ringtone for 12 months. WILLINGLY.”

You pout at him, your face so close to his. Tim’s only half paying attention to your defense. To be fair, it basically boiled down to ‘it isn’t that bad’ and ‘Bart’s ringtone is worse’.

After a short shopping trip and a cab ride later, you arrive at the museum in fresh clothes and less paint on his face for Tim.

“All the World’s a Stage. They botched it! The nerve! The barbarity of it all. It's just like when they botched ‘Words with Friends’ or ‘In Ice We Trust’ or even ‘Tomcat’. That last one was pretty much gift wrapped for them!” You say throwing up your hands nearly hitting Tim and whatever poor bastard was unlucky enough to be behind you.

“For someone who isn't invested in modern media, you're getting fired up.” Tim chuckles, eyes flickering behind you. You had managed to miss the people behind you but you do have a rather conspicuous space behind you.

“They had such good material to work with” you say, gesticulating wildly. “And- and they butchered it.”

“You need a 5 minute breather?” Tim asks, resting a hand on your back.

“Shut up,” you laugh.

Tim grins at you as if he had no idea what this ultimate betrayal feels like.

Determined to prove him wrong, you say : “C'mon, Timothy, you ranted like this when they botched the star thingy.”

“It’s Star Wars, you heathen.”

“Star. Thingy.” You repeat, crossing your arms.

Tim squints at you. You know he’s not gonna blow up at you but somehow that’s scarier.

“You can pay for your own cab later.” He grumbles.

“Star. Thing-Y.”

Tim turns to leave. This always worked. Always without fail, you grab at his hand, lacing your fingers with his. Tim tries not to smile.

“Fine.”

“Was that so hard?”

“It was excruciating actually.”

“You're being dramatic.” He says, showing the woman behind the ticket counter your passes.

“Excuse me, I left all my drama in the Renaissance.”

“Oh really?”

“Ok not really but admit that both Andromeda and Stars, Forgive Me have better writing.“ You bite out.

“I- That’s unfair,” he says. You raise your brow in response.

“...”

“Fine,” he sighs. “But admit that Andromeda should have been named ‘Space Whores’.”

You squint at him then smile. “Oh abso-posi-tute-ly.”

“Have you seen this dirty old hockey mask?” You ask, tapping the glass as if the hockey mask would react if you just agitate it enough.

“What is that?” Tim asks, looking over your shoulder. His brows crinkles when he sees the mask. “How is that romantic?”

You hum. “Ask the curator?” You suggest, looking around. He was usually out and about. He could never sit still even if he tried. You lean down narrowing your eyes at the plaque. “Says here some dude called Jason terrorized 3 kids over summer.”

“That’s very romantic for our Jay to do.” Tim says, crossing his arms and switching to Cantonese. It was a weird habit but you knew why. Apparently for all Jason’s skill in languages he somehow could not get a handle on Cantonese.

“Not that Jason.” You say, smirking.

“You sure?” Tim asks, leaning closer to you.

You snicker, “As in character as that would be...”

“True,” he says, edging closer and closer to you. You rock on your heels nervously at the proximity. “It’s a shame, I thought there would be a machete to match too…” You can feel Tim’s breath on your cheek.

“OH LOOK AT THIS.” You say twisting away and pointing to a black and white photo. Tim’s hands leave his sides to grab for you, to pin you to his chest, but he has enough self control not to. Instead, he follows you.

“It’s just a man and a woman in business suits. Yanno something you can see in any metropolitan city.”

“Yes but,” you say, tracing a nonsensical pattern into the air, “I’ve heard a story about this, they were both extremely rich and heads of their companies, went from enemies to lovers - my all time favourite.”

Tim looks closer at the photo of the man and woman with their backs to the camera just holding hands along the NYC sidewalk. It’s cute. “I thought your favorite was lovers to enemies.”

“Well of course, it is! The drama, the absolute tragedy. It’s better than any trope in existence. But I love that this is just black and white. You don’t need anything else to indicate they’re in love with each other.”

Tim is all too tempted to point out that that likely wasn’t intentional, that it was a limitation of the time, but the look in your eyes robbed him of his breath, so he swallowed his thoughts.

Your eyes rove over the room frantically in search of something.

“So is there any reason you wanted to go to this exhibit instead of watching lavalantula 10 in theaters?” Tim says, tapping another case.

You turn to look at him, shock etched into your features.“10? We've seen lavalantula 1 through 9 in theaters? Why did I agree to that?”

“Cus you love me?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Probably not.”

Tim gives you a hurt look.

You scowl at him. You have no idea why everyone thinks he’s the nice Wayne sibling. He is a manipulative little shit who plays you like a fiddle. And yet here you are falling for it. An absolute buffoon.

You grumble an apology under your breath before continuing. “This is more cultural Timmers and lord knows we need more culture.” You wave sarcastically.

“I think we've lived enough culture.”

“it cannot hurt to experience more Tim,” you snort. He rolls his eyes. You grab onto his arm and look up at him bright eyed. Two can play it at that game. “Please Tim....”

He scowls at you. “Fine-”

“Yes!”

“-but you owe me a movie marathon.”

“Fine. Fine,” you nod, “just don’t pick something dumb.”

“I just got the new star trek box collection.” He beams.

“You could just shove me into a grave.” You sigh dramatically.

Tim grins. “The Renaissance called-”

“Oh fuck you, Grackle.”

He snorts and you hate that you fall in love with him more every time he laughs.

You cross your arms giving him a hard look. “Fine but we have to have an intermission of my choice.” You say, offering a hand.

“Deal.” He says, shaking your outstretched hand.

“Great, you've just agreed to watch the Great British Baking Show with me.” You say smug.

Tim curses himself.

"Are you still looking for that one painting?"

You tip your body back to look at him, your eyes wide and startled. It takes no time at all for them to shift to their usual angry shape. "Yes," you say quietly. It's Tim’s turn to be startled. Your hands curl into a fist. "It wasn't done and those bastards took it."

Tim reaches out to put his hand on your shoulder.

You cast your hands up to the sky dramatically. "The barbarity of it all!"

Tim smiles, letting his hand fall to his side. You would be ok.

You two walk on as Tim rants about StarGate could have had a bigger fanbase if it hadn’t excluded so many people. You add StarGate to the list of things to not remember.

You stop.

Your heart presses a bruise in your throat.

Framed in wood laden in ivy and marigolds is a painting that was painfully familiar. Even unwashed, you can still see the bright reds of rose petals, the wild greens of the women’s skirts, the brilliant oranges of marigolds, and the blinding whites of cobble stones. The image was a practice in entropy made into perfection. The chaos of Valentine's day in a small town square reduced and captured in an infinitesimal moment.

Damian told you that people had started calling them Warsaw’s Faceless Sweethearts. You hated that. A part of you wants to scream. You want to tell them that this wasn’t for them. This painting was made for one person and one person only.

You’ve been staring at it too long. Tim looks at you. You’ve known him too long to not know that he’s worried. That he’s feeling that stupid surge of protectiveness he always does when you go quiet. It’s in the cautious way he reaches out to you, slow and steady the way you approach a spooked animal. You want to lash out at him but he’s your Tim. Besides, too much of your mind is trapped in the painting, in the white gazebo, in between the couple who’s stuck in the moment before a kiss.

Tim stands closer to you, his fingers lacing into yours with centuries worth or practice. He looks at the painting. “This painting looks familiar.” Tim says for the lack of anything better to say. It was yours. He knew that with only a few seconds of looking.

“I… I don’t think so,” you say clumsily, “that’s definitely not the painting I’ve been looking for. Yup that one looks completely finished. Yup definitely.” You tug at Tim’s arm.

He gives you a look, staying perfectly in place, before turning back to the painting. His gaze draws low. In a glass case sits scraps of paper lined with charcoal. It takes an embarrassingly long time for Tim to realize that they’re sketches the artist did. Tim recognized the baker, the blacksmith, the seamstress, and even the constable. Most glaring of all he recognizes your marigolds. His eyes drift to the sketches of the couple in the gazebo. They were numerous, haphazard and unsatisfied. You were clearly frustrated with the groom’s face. Tim wonders who the poor guy could be.

In the corner of the page in the center, he sees it. “Wait… is that me?”

“NO!”

“Is that you?” He asks, pointing to the figure next to his. In the sketch, your lips are brushing against his. Tim’s lip tingles trying to replicate the sensation.

You’re frozen stiff. You try to pull your hand away. You want to bury your face in them. Scratch that, you wanna be buried six feet under. Tim doesn’t let go of your hand.

“That’s the umbrella you lost back in London.”

“I lost a lot in London, Timmy.”

“Well...” Ok. Yeah, you did. Hence why he can’t get you to London even with the promise of letting you ‘improve’ Buckingham palace. But that isn’t the point. “(Y/n), this is gorgeous.” He says, turning to you. You look at him stunned and scared. He squeezes your hand.

You shake yourself out of his grip. Tim lets you. He knows when to back down.

You step forward leaning on the rope separating you from your work. “I told you it wasn't finished.” You say, glaring at the painting as if willing the colors to move.

“What happened?” He asks, bumping his shoulder against yours.

You bump your shoulder against his. “Warsaw.”

“I don’t follow.”

“That little town in Warsaw. It was kind of hard to finish the painting when soldiers were setting fires to houses. Ok, they didn’t do it directly but there was smoke.”

“Yeah kind of.” Tim agrees, smiling sadly. He looks back at the painting. “I want to keep it.”

“What?” You blink not quite following the shift in conversation.

“Darling, I think we should have it. It’s ours after all.” Tim says holding your hand in his. Your mind is bouncing between too many things. He called you darling. He’s holding your hand. He’s smiling so sweetly at you. You’re addicted to that look in his eyes, pure unadulterated adoration.

You cover your face with your free hand, feeling the smile on your face go uncomfortable wide. You feel something on your forehead, a kiss like a raindrop. It comes again and you feel like you’re going to collapse.

“It’s yours..” He trails off hesitantly. “..if..” You look up at Tim, waiting with bated breath. Tim squeezes your hands. “...if you’ll be mine. ”

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stories-from-the-batcave · 4 years

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Tiny!Tim Drake Fic Rec List

Hello and welcome to another Batfam fic rec list! This week we’ve got ten fics featuring a tiny Tim Drake, as requested by an anon. Some of these are kid fics, others are deaged fics, and one unique fic is literally just about a tiny Tim.

Another disclaimer that I have not read every single fic here. As always every fic on the list is bat*est free. Do remember to pay attention to the tags and keep yourselves safe, happy reading!!

Someone to Remember by NightOwl1600

21k+ | T+ | Complete | Gen | Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tim & Damian, Damian & Dick, Jason & Stephanie, Tim & Damian & Dick & Jason & Barbara & Stephanie

“On a patrol gone wrong, Damian finds himself stuck with a de-aged Tim Drake to take back to the cave and wait for the others to catch the perpetrators. However, babysitting is not as easy as it seems. Its Gotham after all, and Gotham means stupid generic bad guys who kidnap de-aged vigilantes. Now, the Batfam (Bat-team? Batkids? whatever you want to call them), must rescue Tim before they lose him forever.

In addition, Damian final gets to feel what its like to be the older sibling.”

Our Favorite Timmers by Capucine

56k+ | T+ | Complete | Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply (There are tags concerning past sexual abuse, please mind those)

Relationships: Tim & Jason, Tim & Damian, Tim & Dick, Tim & Cass, Tim & Steph

“When Tim is de-aged to about the age of five, Jason is the one who rescues him and brings him back to the manor. However, his family may find it a little shocking to discover what he was actually like at that age.”

The Adventures of Tiny Tim series by heartslogos

8k+ | G | Ongoing | Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: N/A

(From the first story) “"I heard." Jason replies, staring at the – heh – baby bird of their family. "This is going to be fucking amazing.””

Feather Light by redboard

18k+ | G | Complete | Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Tim & Dick, Tim & Conner Kent & Cassie Sandsmark & Bart Allen, Tim & Tam Fox, Tim & Damian

“It seemed ironic to him now that after getting shrunken all his other problems suddenly appeared to be so little.”

Now You Can Keep Him by lindenrosetps @wingsdingsandpurplethings

1k+ | T+ | Complete | Gen | Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Tim & Bruce

“Attacking a mugger head-on may not have been the smartest decision Tim Drake had ever made, but hey. At least he got to meet Batman. An AU in which Bruce adopts Tim early.”

Of Smiles and Broken Things by weareallmadeofstardust

2k+ | G | Complete | Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Tim & Bruce

“Tim's first gala isn't going as well as he had hoped, but at least the host is nice.”

Little Wing and Baby Bird series by Kgraces

6k+ | G | Ongoing | Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Tim & Jason, Tim & Bruce, Tim & Dick, Jason & Bruce, Jason & Dick

“Tim Drake and Jason Todd meet the night Jason tries to steal Batman's tires. Bruce winds up taking in two boys, instead of one.

Shenanigans ensue.”

In lieu of flowers by Nillum

2k+ | G | Complete | Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Tim & Bruce, Dick & Bruce

“Bruce Wayne finds a small child playing with the family’s antique piano after a Gala.”

Runaway Robin by DangerBeckett

8k+ | T+ | Complete | Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Tim & Jason, Tim & Dick

“One night, Robin spots a kid with an overnight bag on a rooftop, and he jumps to the obvious conclusion: the kid's trying to run away. The kid is doing a really bad job of it, though, and that's the sort of thing Robin just has to correct.

Except the kid is Tim Drake, and Tim isn't actually trying to run away. But "running away" does sound a little better than "stalking bat-themed vigilantes through the crime-infested streets of Gotham every night." So he lets Robin have this one.

Besides, that's the end of it, right? Robin might have found Tim once, but no one ever looks for Tim a second time. Robin can think whatever he wants. They'll never see each other again.

(They see each other again.)”

Samaria by TheFalconWarrior

2k+ | G | Complete | Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Dick & Tim, Tim & Jack Drake & Janet Drake

“It's four-year-old Tim's first time at a gala--and at Wayne Manor, no less. But his excitement is quickly fading. Tim doesn't feel so great...and his parents are nowhere to be found.”

#tim drake #batfam #fic rec #fic rec list #red robin #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #Stephanie Brown #Damian Wayne #batfamily

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Red Hood : *inches from side swiping his motorcycle with Timmers when parking it*

Red Robin : watch where you're going

Red Hood : *dismounts bike* how about you watch where you point that delicate mouth, with your weak little candy ass

Red Robin : that's sure big talk comin from a `no dick havin Fruit of The Looms wearing mother fucker`

Robin : *miffed*

Red Hood : pardon me bitch but I cant even SPELL fRuIt Of ThE lOoMs

Nightwing: you do know that the real insult was when he said you have no dick--

Red Hood : and dont even get me STARTED on Gucci or Versace; a bad bitch like me dont fuck A R O U N D with no cheap ass shit like that !!

Red Hood : *squaring up nose to nose with Timmers*

Red Robin : *swallows*

Red Hood : there's only one thing that I'll ever wear under this uniform

Red Hood : *thicc thighed god of intimidation*

Red Robin : 👀

Red Hood : you wanna know what that is, Baby Bird ??

Red Robin : 👀 👀

Red Hood : Chanel No. 5

Red Robin : *lost*

Nightwing : . . . I knew it

Robin : gross Todd

Red Robin : *realizing* oh gawd, put some fucking underwear on

Red Hood : I'll put some fucking underwear on when you get yourself a life preserver

Red Robin : wat .

Red Robin : you know; a little somethin to preserve what little bit of life you've still got goin on for ya

Red Robin : are you insinuating that I have no life ??

Red Hood : you catch on quick shorty

*sudden break neck fight erupts *

Batman : *witnessing all nearby with Selena*

Catwoman : and so that's where all of my Chanel perfume went that you bought me, I'm guessing ??

Red Hood : *getting Timmers in a headlock* EXCUSE you miss KITTY CAT but I actually got it from B as a birthday present because I am, and will always be, his QUEEN !!

Red Robin : *kicking Jay's legs out from under him*

Robin : *sighing*

Catwoman : knowing your usual on again off again relationship with that one as a son, please dont tell me that you two actually--???

Catwoman : *suspiciously eyeing Bruce*

Batman : if you're going to be my wife, then the one thing that you must put up with is this one's antics when it comes to corrupting our no more then standard relationship

Nightwing : *pathetically pawing at Bruce's cape* Beee !! I thought that I was you're queen ! you said NO ONE could replace meeee--!

Catwoman : ok. and what about this one ??

Batman : *holding Dick close* this one is different.

Robin : father. since I have been nothing but absolutely impeccable, do I have permission to quit patrol early tonight and reward myself with a blizzard ??

Batman : permission granted

Robin : *sashaying through Jay & Timmers ongoing fight*

Robin : catch you down at the DQ bitches

Catwoman :

Catwoman : so that one's my favorite--

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cannabiscomrade · 3 years

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do you have any advice on more socially conscious storm chasers or weather accounts to follow? i have a serious phobia of tornadoes and one of the only things that has ever brought me any relief is education + having access to information on severe wx days, but the community is sooo right leaning and cringey it makes uncomfortable. idc if our politics don’t align exactly but it bothers me too see ppl writing off issues like racism on the tl

So I follow Reed Timmer on Instagram, Youtube, and Facebook, although he’s most active on FB because he livestreams. He is a very experienced, reputable, and honestly funny extreme storm chaser. He affiliates with The Weather Channel sometimes.

Jim Cantore is the senior meteorologist for The Weather Channel, so his social media accounts should be pretty up to date on severe threats while still being professional.

Pecos Hank is my favorite storm chaser, but he’s not as active in live chasing moments. He posts a lot of educational videos though and I highly recommend his content. I follow him on Youtube and Instagram.

Skip Talbot is another Youtube chaser that I’ve been getting into as well, but I haven’t watched as many of his videos.

I highly recommend both The Weather Channel app and Weather Bug. The Weather Channel has the most accurate live radar I’ve found yet in general apps (besides storm chasing apps), and Weather Bug has a storm and lightning tracking feature that I really like.

The Tornadoes and Severe Weather group on Facebook is pretty good for live updating information from amateur weather watchers and storm chasers, but they were discoursing over the term “Dixie Alley” being dropped by The Weather Channel and it was definitely getting heated, so take it with a heavy grain of salt. They are generally good about offensive posts and are “anti-politics”, whatever that means lmao.

Googling the convective outlook on NOAA for your area during days where you expect severe weather should give you an idea of the severity of storms in your area. The outlook looks for convection and chances of severe thunderstorms with rotation and the potential of dropping tornadoes.

If you search Storm Stories and “tornado documentaries” on Youtube, you can also find some really good content from SPARK, PBS, and other docuseries. Anything on Joplin, Greensburg, or El Reno are typically very informative but can be scary because they all deal with stories of EF5 tornadoes.

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Ok so I just thought what if Tim get hurt during sex but won't say the safewords cuz he afraid that maybe means that Jay and Dick will leave him

Hi babe.

Welp, you apparently know I have a thing with D&S, Tim Drake, and safewords. This is not a secret *shrugs*

I especially like it in my Dr!Tim universe. Ah for anybody that might not know, Dr!Tim is a civilian Tim au in which our favorite vigilante is very much not that at all while still being a complete bad ass. With hobbies. Like biochem. He has a tendency to get in trouble with falling bridges, Arkham breakouts, kidnappings, and just, you know, the usual for Gotham.

So, what would happen if Dr. Tim refuses to safe word and is now paying the price for it? Hm.

The bruises on his back and side are pretty gnarly. And tender. And dark.

He knows it’s deep in the muscle.

A few days of keeping the lights off, passing it off as hot, showering while they’re busy doing other things, and the color will fade, the tenderness will toughen back up, and he’ll be good as new.

(He isn’t going to call it. He isn’t going to look at their faces, knowing he couldn’t take it, that he fucked up. They need a civilian boyfriend that can stand up to the life they lead, don’t they?)

Besides, he’s got an overnight coming up (which, ah, is the why behind such an intense scene) and his vigilante boyfriends are going to be in and out of the penthouse for the next few days.

So, really. It’s in the bag. They’ll never notice and-and it’ll be fine. He’ll work, they’ll work, and things will be fine.

He still fights through cold flitters in his chest from day to night fall, more prevalent, more breath-stealing when the beds are quiet and there’s a moment to catch up on charts.

(He’s handling it. It’s fine.)

Nightwing has no qualms with a surprise meeting him in an empty patient room at a quarter past two. It gets hot, so hot, and heavy, but he flinches and knows Dick noticed.

He doesn’t say a word, had a moment when he thinks something might break, but Dick makes an abrupt change of plans, dropping to his knees and untying the scrubs with quick fingers even in gloves. He braces Tim’s thighs against the wall with his forearms while he sucks and licks with every intention of making their cute boyfriend come until he’s shaking with it.

(And tell Jay Timmy’s all sore and bruised enough to flinch. Very suspicious right after a hard scene.)

It doesn’t take long, but Nightwing ninjas the scrubs down far enough to see bruises on Tim’s thighs he hadn’t noticed almost twelve hours ago, moves his hands up Tim’s abdomen to take the scrub top and t-shirt, finding more even in the shadows.

He’s gentle when he eases Tim down to lay in his lap after the orgasm, his own forgotten because something feels...off.

(Bruises and contusions are a part of life, sometimes part of their sex life, but Timmy usually lets them kiss the marks any time he or Jay make them.)

He presses Tim against Kevlar and Nomex, the fresh scent of Gotham from the air still in the threads, presses kisses to Timmy’s neck and down to his collar bone.

“Wow...I don’t think I’m going to be standing for a minute. I’m brain dead.” “Aw, that’s the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.” “I know you keep clippings every time a new outlet complements your ass.” “Guilty. To be fair, my ass is a treasure.” And really, where’s the lie?

Nightwing gives him a soft squeeze, eyes blue with the whiteouts down before he’s ready to jump back into the night.

“I’m going to pick you up this time, okay?” “Okay,” because arguing just makes either Dick or Jason that much more stubborn. A few major catastrophes and suddenly he’s all kind of fragile.

Pfft.

As if. (Calls from space, remember? He can hack it.)

But he’s obediently waiting at the Ambulance Bay, pods in his ears playing something high energy to keep him moving.

He gets rewarded when Dick bring a very nice Camero that matches the color of his eyes, and slides in the bucket seat with a sloppy smile.

“Hi honey. How was your night with megalomaniacal bad guys? Did you do the dishes?”

He gets a fond kiss on the forehead, and it’s nice that eminent sleep is waiting for him at home. Maybe even nestled between Dick and Jay if he’s very good.

(And oh, he can be good. So good for them.)

He’s in a sleepy daze following the line of Dick’s ass to their bedroom, fingers pulling him along by the hand.

Jay’s already there, straddling a kitchen chair in the middle of their bedroom. It might not be the kink he’s looking for.

(He doesn’t think it’s coincidence none of them have ever brought up a Daddy kink.)

“Hiya Timmers,” but it sounds less like Jay’s usual that Tim pauses even with music blaring in one ear.

Dick lets go of his hand and sits on the bed beside Jay, both of them looking at him.

“Do us a favor, baby,” Dick’s smile looks grim. “Take off your shirt.”

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angel-gidget · 4 years

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⌖ Gidge's Guide to ℜobin 101: {2nd Edition, bc the first had dead links and other outdated info.}

Reminder: The linked Goodreads pages include not only purchase info, but also library look-up info. Always check your library first! People constantly underestimate the graphic novel goodness that can already be found for free on their local shelves.

Disclaimer: You can't read 'em all, so sometimes you just gotta pick. Some related storylines are excluded because I forgot 'em, and some because I thought about it for all of 5 seconds and ended with “nah.” But this primer should definitely do ya. Also, the selection will quickly reveal the compiler's personal bias. You'll figure it out.

I. Robin: Year One | Where it all began! Here we meet Dick Grayson, the first Robin, the one most famously associated with the name. He does flips. He does tricks. He's adorable. [Goodreads | DCuniverse]

II. A Death in the Family | The (first) life and death of the second Robin, Jason Todd. Fun fact: Jason's death was a decision that was up for vote, and readers actually phoned in, leading to his death. The arc was written with two possible endings, depending on which way those phones ultimately rang. [Goodreads | DCuniverse] Note: Do not confuse this with Death OF the Family, which is a recent Joker storyline riffing its title off of the original.

III. A Lonely Place of Dying | In the wake of Jason's death, we meet our third Robin, Tim Drake. Otherwise known as the stalker Robin. Also, Gidge's darling favorite 4ever. [Goodreads | DCuniverse] Note: Recent editions of A Death in the Family have sometimes put these two storylines together. So a more recent copy labeled "A Death in the Family" may contain this arc as well.

IV. Prodigal | In which Dick Grayson returns to Gotham to temporarily fill in as Batman while Tim is his Robin. Includes important brotherly bonding time. [Goodreads | DCuniverse] Note: This was a Bat-book crossover storyline, hence the use of DCuniverse search. It has not recently been re-collected as a single trade, though older trade paperbacks exist.

V. Everything is Tim Drake and Nothing Hurts | Robin #3 was the first Robin to have his own solo ongoing title while under the *name* of Robin. For reasons. Read these reasons. Read about my starchild. [Goodreads Vol 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 | DCuniverse 1st miniseries, 2nd, 3rd, Ongoing ] Also, Timmers was on teams. Awesome teams. Including Young Justice [Goodreads | DCuniverse] and Teen Titans (version 3) [Goodreads | DCuniverse]. Did I just give you a giant mac truck of reading? Yes. Am I warning without remotely apologizing? Also yes. You can come back and savor it later. I'm just trying to post things for the most part in chronological order, dude.

VI. Stephanie Brown's Robin Arc | Ok, so the 4th Robin didn't exactly have a proper arc. She had various appearances, and her biggest storyline that has been collected into a volume was Batman: War Games. Said storyline was also her LAST one as Robin and ends pretty violently. If that doesn't sound very cheery, or strikes you as rather unfair, welcome to the Steph Zone.** [Goodreads | DCuniverse]

VII. Under the Hood | Ah, the fleeting nature of death in the DC universe! Jason Todd's eventful resurrection and path of daddy issues revenge. [Goodreads | DCuniverse] Note: Older editions of this storyline may divide it up into volume 1 & 2.

VIII. Batman & Son | In which we meet the only canonically biological spawn of Bruce's loins, Damian Wayne. The unbridled brat born to become Robin #5. [Goodreads | DCuniverse]

IX. Red Robin | Just when you thought I was done making you read about Tim Drake… Tim is fired! As Robin! By Dick! What a Dick! (okay, so not without reasons but still) Herein lies Tim Drake's coming of age story, outgrowing the shadow of Batman's cowl. [Goodreads | DCuniverse]

X. Batman & Robin | Aforementioned unbridled brat actually becomes Robin #5. And bonds with Robin #1. Who has become Batman. Again. For all Dick's talk about not wanting to be Batman, he seems to keep getting dragged into it a lot. [Goodreads | DCuniverse]

Extra Credit: The Dark Knight Returns | Featuring the most famous alternate universe robin ever, Carrie Kelley. Speaking in terms of major publishing history, also the first girl Robin, predating Steph by over a decade. [Goodreads & older edition | DCuniverse] ** Though lacking in links, This DCuniverse article includes checklists of both Carrie and Steph's appearances, for those seeking more thorough exposure.

#robins #robin #red robin #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #batman #dc comics #dcomicedit #masterpost #robin 101 #fascinating points of robin-related philosophy #gidgeblog #gidgegraphic #comics #comic primers

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kylewritesthething · 5 years

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Simple Meditation Rites

Written and compiled by Kyle W.Meek

Part 1: Intro to Simple Meditation

Meditation is a highly talked about a discipline that has great noted and known benefits that incorporate three aspects of man which are often described as Body, Mind, Soul, The benefits are so great that even if you read no other work by me I hope to impart to you just, in the very least, to try meditation on a daily basis for a week or so. A lot of the methods I’m going to talk about do not need fancy clothes, elaborate rituals or really anything but you, your time and a small amount of comfortable space,.Thouigh I would recommend a pillow to sit on, or chair, a notepad and pen to write notes and experiences before and after meditation, a timer I would suggest not using your phone because it can be a sneaky little distraction, but a regular digital timmer with a soft alarm not hooked up to the net so distractions are minimalized and a small sports bottle or canteen filled with water (special tea (cold), healthy juice, coconut water,etc) and perhaps even a small towel (for sweat,etc). It actually gives me a sense of great pleasure to impart my experiences and knowledge of meditation to you the reader. I’m sure you have already seen or at least aware of the enormous amount of information you can find out there on meditation and how to begin a practice in it. For that reason, this author would like to inform you that these simple meditations rites were designed to be done and have a great positive effect on our three parts of Self, though there are amazing physical benefits to the practice of meditation we will be focusing on mind control (control of your own mind of course) and expansion of Will.

The Practice of Meditation: Form, Technique, and Posture

Meditation is challenging purely for how deceptively simple it is. You are merely only sitting (meditation in a fundamental/traditional posture) and focusing on your breath, while remaining mindful and aware of yourself, your sensations and the surrounding environment all while remaining still for a given amount of time. This type of form is considered to be traditional, but as we go along you will be introduced to new and some not new just not known, meditation techniques that all have various forms and postures. While I do believe having an alternative narrative for your meditation on the grounds of self-awareness and self-discovery is very useful in the study of meditation but this I feel is more for those on a monastery path or on a magick practitioner. That being said if you are new to meditation and spirit work in general then its best you practice just one form for at least a year, this is only a suggestion of course but new meditations need to understand consistency and formality of practice. But of course, what groves you, I am merely speaking as one who hadn’t a clue and years later realized having a clue wasn’t the point more it was to do, practice and hold true to your word. This then is the traditional form I have come to know and if you were to only practice one and one ever I urge you to start here because as I have witnessed time and time again, you will end in that posture and wonder why you fought that form so much.

Zazen: Zen Buddhism's Art of Sitting.

Essentially you are sitting in lotus or half lotus posture, spine straight as if it were pushing off the ground and reach for the sky, the neck and face soft. gently in your lap, your hands will be in what's called a mudra, or what is known as a special hand gesture that imparts some knowledge, wisdom or power. The zazen mudra is known as the Universal Mudra. The left hand is gently held in the palm of the right with the thumbs gently touching, palms are facing upward. This is an excellent mudra for two reasons, 1) the thumbs that meet above the palms need to be gently touching not pushing which you may find you do it automatically, bringing awareness to the reality of our body is an excellent form of contemplation and so the mudra provides a way to check in and see how relaxed you can become and maintain. 3) it's a great implement to ensure you are balanced and not able to easily sway or topple over because you are sitting from a center point the mudra insures this resilience, Ok, next your head should be slightly tilted downwards while looking forward from where you are positioned. your eyes should be open, only with a soft gaze and heavy eyelids not wide and strained. just focusing on either s focal point of the area and ground before you or whatever concentration device you have prepared before the session. The best concentration device is one we can never be without in truth, this is our breath and focusing on the breath brings mind fullness and awareness of the now. focus on the sensation of inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth slowly, calmly, and with control. The best way to achieve this is to breath out at first then slowly inhale deeply for a count of 4 seconds then hold your breath for a hold four seconds and then exhale your lungs completely for another count of four and hold again for four. Repeat. This breathing technique is known as the Four-Fold Breath. It is a favorite amongst occultist as it helps enhance the process of the experienced during meditation while still remaining aware and present.

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kneesheee · 5 years

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Little Devil

warnings: cursing | vague references to child abuse | age regression

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Jason stared down at the girl bowing before him. She was a foot and some inches shorter than him standing at a solid five feet. Her once milk chocolate colored hair was fanning around her face, but he didn’t concentrate on that. No, he paid attention to the white strip curling through her hair. He had no doubt that if she were to look up then her eyes would be glowing green.

“My apologies for declining to answer your messages,” she stated into the night. “I had not known that it was the Born-Again Prince that was attempting to contact me.”

“Mila,” he groaned exasperated. Jamila Al Ghul. Daughter of Nyssa Raatko and Slade Wilson after Ra Al Ghul decided to play mad scientist with his daughter’s genes. Sister to Conner Hawke/Al Ghul/Queen whichever one he was going by these days. The only friend he had made while in Talia’s care. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Did you honestly think that I was going to stop, dear cousin,” she questioned as she stood from her crouch. The two of them stared at each other before folding into a hug. It had been awhile since they had last seen each other. “Are the rumors true? Are you the new Heir to the Demon?”

Jason grimaced, “Yes. And before you ask, so are the rumors about Nyssa attacking Talia.”

Jamila sneered, “I always knew Mother held no honor. Despite my resentment of him, I am thoroughly grateful that Grandfather chose not to reveal my existence to either of my parents.”

Jason sighed and ran a hand across his face, “Despite everything, T is doing well and she’s safe. I need a favor from you though.”

His cousin slouched a little and crossed her arms, “The Big and Bad Red Hood needs a favor from mwah? Oh, whatever shall I be?”

“No need for the snark,” Jason crossed his own arms looking at her. Her own eyes glowed with the power of the pit behind them. He didn’t want to know how she ended up in such a predicament. He knew she could take of herself. He knew she could overcome the effects of the pit. If anything, it just made his skin crawl as recounted his own experience with the magical waters. “What I do need is for someone to be out there getting me intel. I need a link to the League so I can know Shiva’s process on helping T and if she needs any backup. I also need someone with ears on the ground for whatever it is Nyssa might be planning.”

“And pray tell, why you cannot do this yourself?”

“From what I’ve been told, I’m the reason that Nyssa attacked Talia. If I step outside of Gotham, then I’m going to have eyes on me everywhere. I need to keep a low profile.”

Jamila hummed as she looked him over. She ran a hand through her hair. “The wishing well near Ivy’s Garden. Whatever information I managed to get then that’s where I’m going to leave it.”

“Don’t you want to be the Heir instead, Mila?”

“Not a chance in Heaven or Hell,” she scoffed.

Jamila moved towards the edge of the rooftop the two of them were standing on. A slight breeze picked up and blew her hair through the air. She turned to look at him and the fierce expression on her face soften into something gentle, “Jason, do be careful. You may not be my cousin by blood, but you are the cousin of my heart. I will destroy the world thrice over if it meant that you keep some happiness.”

She fell backwards off the edge before he could give promise to her words. But he watched as she appeared a few buildings over and heading away from the streets of Gotham and he wonders if she can hear his silent pleads that she do the same.

When Jason made it back to the manor, he slipped in through the window leading to his old room. A quick glance at his bed and he could see Talia still lying there sleeping peacefully. Even in her sleep, she still looked like a warrior princess.

He sighed deeply. He needs to find a way to help her get back to her rightful age asap. But… but a part of him wanted to delay it as long as it was possible. He wanted to give her the childhood she should have had instead of the one she was forced to live.

He removed his boots and armor from his body before walking into the bathroom to slip into more comfortable clothing. He checked to see if Talia was still asleep before carefully moving two of the floorboards and placing the minimum weapons, he had carried on his person back in their place. With one last check on his charge, he reestablishes the rigged security system on the window that he made. Bruce and the others were so sure that the motion detectors would catch anybody sneaking onto the premises, but Jason learned his way around those from the very first moment he put on the pixie boots. At least with his security, whoever might try to break it would lose their fingers and then their life when Jason arrived to catch them.

Talia sacrificed everything for him. It’s only right that he repays the favor.

Jason made his way out the room with one more glance at Talia before softly closing the door. When he turned around, Cass was standing there. He quirked an eyebrow. “Guard duty,” was all she said.

He nodded his head and the two of them continued down the hallway. Making their way to the kitchen where the rest of the family had gathered before Jason left to make contact with Mila. Three days had already passed with Talia being stuck as a toddler and he was no close to figuring out how to help her. They had no knowledge if it was magic, science or even technology that made her this way.

“Ah, Master Jason, welcome back. Have a seat. I’ll bring out something for you,” Alfred greeted, walking off before Jason could protest. He shook his head with a fond smile and made his way to the dining room where the rest of the family was waiting.

“I’m just saying Bruce, we shouldn’t be distributing so many resources to help that-that woman after all she’s done to this family. It’ll be for the best to keep her as she is. At worst with our help, we can keep her from turning into the Talia we know today and at best, we can just ship her off to another family.”

It had been years since Jason had felt any effects from the pits. Maybe it had ignited after seeing the evidence on his cousin or maybe the anger he was feeling at Barbara’s words were strong enough to relight it. Either way, he could feel it nipping at the back of his mind... Staying there. Stagnant. It was more of a tool for him to use instead of a leash to control him.

“Look Gordon, I get you have your issues with Talia. But you don’t know jackshit about her and if you speak another word about her, then I’d happily show you exactly just how you’re not actually all that great.”

The rest of them startled not having noticed him come in, but he only had eyes for Barbara. He looked up to her. Cherished her even. She was his batgirl. But Talia was his mother and he wont stand for any ill will to her.

“Jason, what Babs was trying to say—” Dick began, but Jason rose a hand in the air. “She can speak for herself, Dick, and she made it perfectly clear how she felt. I’m making it known how I feel, and I won’t stand for any slander against her. You can speak about whatever problem you have with her on your own time, but so long as she’s here… so long as I am here, then you will keep your thoughts to yourself or leave her wellbeing to me and go back to playing with your computers.”

The two held a small staring match as she tried to gauge how serious he was, and he expertly conveyed the threat in his eyes to the next person that spoke on Talia negatively. She nodded her head at him before turning away. Jason took a deep breath and mentally pushed the pit away. He had been doing good and he didn’t need a relapse.

He kept on to his seat and thank Alfred as he placed his food in front of him. He said a quick blessing over his food just like Talia had demanded of him before he slowly began to it.

“Um, Jason, what did your contact say,” he heard Timmy ask from his seat. Jason looked up to see him typing furiously on his computer with one hand and reaching for the coffee cup that Cass was carefully keeping out of his hands.

“She didn’t tell me much and I didn’t press for much. What she did say is that the rumors about who the new Heir is and how fast the information surrounding Nyssa’s attack is spreading.”

Everyone’s brow furrowed. To know that there was someone out there that might be getting ready to start the biggest war in the criminal world was frustrating. They didn’t know who they were looking for or what to expect from them.

“Well, did she at least tell you who the Heir was,” Stephanie questioned. All eyes turned to him and he narrowed his eyes at her. He took great care of what he alluded with his body language before he answered. Heaving a deep sigh and taking on a look of exasperation, he set his fork down and ran a hand through his hair.

“I already knew who the Heir was and believe me when I say they want nothing to do with the title.”

Tim went back to typing on his computer, “Still it would be good know who the Heir is just in case they cause trouble later down the line.”

Jason scowled at the brat, and here he thought Timmy was his favorite. He then sent a silent prayer of forgiveness to Jamila and he swore he could her sharpening her knives and cursing at him. Jason sighed as if he was exhausted with the topic and didn’t want to let this particular amount of leverage go. “Her name’s Jamila. You’d probably find better information on her if you looked up Death Demon. It’s her code name, but she’s even more of a ghost in the underground world than the Winter Soldier from your comics, Timmers. But she is real. I met her a couple of times while training with the League. She put a knife to my throat and told me to stop killing all of her teachers before she got finished punishing them.”

“Am I the only one trying to figure out why Jason seems to be on first name basis with assassins,” Dick exclaimed.

Jason snorted, “I was one myself, Dickhead. I worked directly under Talia before she let my leash go and set me out on the world. Hell, in some parts, I’m still considered one. There are many places that are living in fear afraid of the Red Ronin to come back and rain down vengeance.”

“I don’t think that’s something to be proud of,” Duke muttered from his spot at the table.

Small patter of feet caught everyone’s attention and Jason looked over to the doorway to see Talia peeking in. Her features were twisted in a scowl and Jason was sure that only he and Cass could see the fear lurking in her eyes.

He rose up from his seat immediately catching her attention and then she disappeared. When he sat back down, he pushed his chair further from the table to catch the small body that landed in his lap.

“Hello, تاليا,” he muttered as he scooted back near the table. She laid her head on his chest and whispered, “Hello, Jason” in English. Jason nearly cried with joy. In the past three days alone, she had spoken in French, Spanish, German, Greece, Swahili and Chinese. Sometimes she would switch languages mid-sentence. It was nice to know that she could speak English also though he still felt like a scolded kid whenever she rose a brow at him when he stumbled from her dialect switch.

He handed her the fork in his hands and let her eat the fruit off his plate. Another thing everyone learned was that she was a vegetarian. But she had spoken to him in silence and broken words that Ra had already been training such weakness from her and forcing her to eat meat. She hates it but she won’t go against her father.

“Hi, Talia. I’m Stephanie!”

Right, despite that they had been here for three days coming and going because like hell was, he going to spend the night at the manor… Talia successfully managed to avoid everyone in the house. Everyone except Alfred and Tim that is. She had told him that watching them concentrate on their task was soothing and orderly. It reminded her of home.

She looked up at Stephanie with a blank stare before looking back at Jason. “It’s up to you.”

“Bright.”

Jason nodded his head, “Hey, Steph. Tone it down a little.” He looked backed down at Talia who nodded her head. “Hello, Stephanie.” The girl in questioned almost squeal in delight before the rest of them started to introduce themselves.

When Damian introduced himself, Talia blinked before leaning his direction. She turned back to Jason, “He looks like Mother’s brother. Family?”

Jason pretend not to notice the emotions in Damian’s eyes. He knows that the boy knows little of his Grandmother’s family. “He is my brother.”

“Potential,” she stated with a raised brow. “Worthy of Nobutora name.”

Talia smiled lightly at Damian before she disappeared from his lap and the sound of her feet were heard back in the hall as she headed back to the room. Jason turned to look at Damian who was staring after his mother with a shocked look on his face.

“She had never told me that before.”

Jason crouched down beside him, “It doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

He ruffled the kid’s hair and gave thanks to Alfred for the dinner. He walked out of the room with everyone else wondering what Talia told Damian. “Call me if you get a lead or anything,” he called behind him.

He needed to get back to his apartment and give Talia her bath before they settled in for the night. The Bats could handle patrol for one more night.

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Questions Tag!

Tagged by @tendershepherd (Danke Shep!)

Tagging: @a-heart-full-of-javert, @vankoya, @joonbird (If y’all’ve already been tagged or want to skip this, go for it)

1. Nicknames: Written, Seagull, Scuttle, Yun Mango Dango, Moon Yong (thanks @lolnxcole)

2. Gender: Female

3. Zodiac: Aries

4. Height: 5′5″

5. Age: 16

6. Time: 2:55pm (EST)

7. Favorite Bands/Solo Artists: Oh boy, there are a lot of these. Favorite bands would have to be Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, BTS, CHRVCHES, Imagine Dragons, Caravan Palace, Monstercat (technically a record company, but oh well), and twenty one pilots. Favorite solo artists would have to be blackbear, Agust D, Troye Sivan, Tristam, Muzzy, Dion Timmer, Conro, Grant, WRLD, San Holo, Karma Fields, Rameses B, KSHMR, TheFatRat, Alan Walker, Galantis, Avicii, Zedd, Loote... virtually anything electronic.

8. Song Stuck in my head: Where Did You Come From by BTS.

9. Last movie I saw: Pretty In Pink about a month ago... It wasn't a voluntary decision.

10. Last thing I googled: "BTS love and support memes" for love and support.

11. Other blogs: Nada.

12. Why I chose my username: I'm a very indecisive writer, and I erase and rewrite constantly before working out a final product. I originally selected the blog name "writtenthenerased", but mistyped it as "writtenthanerased" in a text to a friend. I didn't catch the typo until he asked me to clarify between two meanings, one of which was "Do you mean it as in 'I'd rather be written than erased'?" I thought it personally fit me rather well, and I selected writtenthanerased as my blog name.

13. Following: Twenty-eight blogs over a wide variety of topics: yourdaily, interior design, self-help, writing tips, best friends' blogs, art tips, and Bangtan writers.

14. Average amount of sleep: Either five hours, nine, or none at all. I'm a high school student, so I really don't have the concept of a sleep schedule.

15. Lucky Number: 7!

16. What am I wearing: An oversized high school band sweatshirt, a gray Monstercat Uncaged t-shirt and pajama pants.

17. Dream job: Airline pilot, professional procrastinator.

18. Dream trip: Since I've already gone on my dream Europe trip, I'm currently in the works with a friend about a Southeast Asia trip to Japan and South Korea. Owl cafés? Owl cafés.

19. Favorite Food: My grandmother's pasta, which is utterly heavenly, or strawberry bubble tea.

20. Play an instrument: Clarinet, handbells, piano.

21. Favorite song (right now): I can't pick just one, sadly: Airplane Part 2 and Fake Love by BTS, Your Side Of The Bed by Loote, Wanderlust by blackbear, Questions by Tristam, an Airplane Part 2/Havana mashup, and a Monster/Save Me mashup on YouTube.

22. Play(ed) any sport: I played softball for two years before being hit in the head and realizing that catching things wasn't my calling. I have, though, played tennis for nine or ten years and counting.

23. Hair color: Dirty blonde.

24. Eye color: Namely green, although it changes to a more bluish or brownish shade depending on the light.

25. Languages you speak/are learning: I speak English and some various German profanities. I'm currently in year two of four of my high school Latin education. Yeet cum fiducia! (Side note, I'm not responsible for whatever links come up when you input that phrase into Google)

26. Random fact: So this is going to sound really freaking weird, but I'm actually a student pilot! I've been flying since I was thirteen (yes, here in the United States, it is legal to fly a single-engine plane before you can drive a car. Lovely lawmaking, isn't it?) and have nearly enough hours to apply for my private pilot’s license (a minimum of forty). As I just turned sixteen two months ago, over the summer I will be going to a flight camp for three weeks, upon which I will take my first solo flight! I'm looking to pursue this in college and obtain a Bachelor's in Aeronautical Science; from there I'll hop into the airlines and hopefully start working my way up from there. I've always been passionate about aviation, and I'm an air show junkie who's been to shows and air tattoos in numerous states and countries. It's a weird hobby for a sixteen year old to have, but hey, I like a little diversity in my life.

27. Describe yourself: I’m an INFJ on the Meyers-Briggs scale, and a 1w2 on the Enneagram.

To be honest, I’ve spent more time thinking about this question than was probably necessary, but I struggle to accurately sum myself up in a brief paragraph, perhaps because I’m not quite sure who I am yet. Bear with me, this might be a little long.

People tell me I’m intelligent, self-reliant, mature, and wise; apparently I’d make a good therapist, and I’d have to agree. I’ll listen to you even if you’re my worst enemy, because everyone deserves to be heard, no matter what our relationship status is. I’m a natural mediator, and it takes a lot to get me truly angry, but once I am, it’s not a pretty sight. I’m painfully selfless, maybe too selfless at times, and I’ve learned that I give people too many chances. I trust a little too quickly, but I’m also terrified of telling people my inner thoughts (what a weird conundrum, huh?). I’m hung up on the “what if”s, they’ll haunt me until the end of time. I’m anxious; I love to be alone, but I’m scared to be lonely. I hope for the best and assume the worst, and the end product is usually somewhere in the middle.

I’m usually fairly quiet because if it’s a weekday, chances are I haven’t slept well. I rarely take the initiative in conversations, but god, get me on a topic I love? I’ll talk your ear off for hours about Overwatch and European History and the F-18. My friends say I’m sarcastically savage, but also have a heart of gold, and will do anything for the people I love. I love without abandon; I like to assume the best in people and find the good in every bad situation, seek out the little things that bring joy to a darker day. I create endlessly, through writing and drawing and architecture and dreaming. My mind is always thinking, always conceiving, and rarely does it ever stop, but I’m painfully perfectionist; I criticize constantly, from the ragged edges of my chewed-short fingernails to the sentence I just typed on a blank Google doc. I run from the past and look to the future, and it seems so far away, but I blink and I’m suddenly looking at junior year of high school and the world of college and student loans and sweet, sweet independence. It’s right here, I’m right on the verge, and just about when I think I can see who I actually am, the kaleidoscope turns a little to the right, and there’s a different design in the eyepiece.

It’s been turning a lot lately, it seems. I’ve lost a lot of people, been burned at the edges, discovered what it’s like to have everything fall out from underneath you. But you know what? I’m still here, and that kaleidoscope is still rotating, because each time another block has been pulled out, I see yet another side of myself I never knew existed, and even in just a few months, I’ve learned countless lessons about people and feelings and even my own self. Thus, I’ll keep looking through the eyepiece and watching the pieces turn, beautiful and bright in their design.

Because I can’t do much else other than hope and dream, push forward to the future, to the days when things will work themselves out, to the moment when I can work myself out.

And that day, I think, I’ll finally see the whole mosaic.

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Tim Drake Fic Masterlist

For all your Tim Drake needs

I had already made one but i finally finished reading all of these so this list is CURATED. Pure quality. Mostly Gen. Organized by LENGHT from 130k words to 1k. But they’re all gems. The list is LONG hence the Read More.

Tectonic Doom – Paganpunk (130k) Dick and Tim head out for a week of brotherly bonding in the wilderness only to find themselves caught up in a scheme to put humanity on the ‘extinct’ list. T for language and frightening situations.

Juneberries – Misha Berry (68k) When Tim is taken, Damian has to come to terms with his own insecurities, and how he really feels towards his older 'brother’. When he does, it might be too late.

Our Favorite Timmers - Capucine (56k) When Tim is de-aged to about the age of five, Jason is the one who rescues him and brings him back to the manor. However, his family may find it a little shocking to discover what he was actually like at that age.

Matters of the Heart – DM (51k) With Clark off-world as an ambassador to Earth, Conner has to watch over Metropolis. Though it should be straightforward, there appears to be something amiss with seemingly random crimes happening around the city. Conner has a hunch that they’re connected and calls in his best friend to help. But as the two of them spend time together working the case, Conner realizes that his feelings for Tim might not be what he had thought.

Executive Assistant to the Batman – Heartslogos (50k) Tim is Bruce Waynes Assistant at WE and its very funny. Hes in desperate need of a break. Not that he gets any, I guess??? Exception to the completed rule, because it’s a series of snapshots kinda.

Myth-Bats – CatChan & Chibi NightOwl (43k) The Bats take on the Mythbusters. Why? Because some things are just too cool not to try in your spare time and with your family.

Bringing My Brother Home - Beathas (41k) Tim has been Robin for a year when a mysterious man begins stalking and threatening Batman and Robin. Is this the deceased Robin, Jason Todd? As Tim struggles to find a way to bring Jason home sane, his own less than stellar parents become more demanding of his future.

Invisible Fracture Lines – keeptogethernow (33k) Jason doesn’t really LIKE Tim, but given the amount of effort that he’s put into keeping the kid alive tonight, maybe he’s just in denial. Either way, this was NOT how he’d planned on spending his night.

Kodokuna Shoujo – C.R. Scott (30k) A tale of two Robins wrapped up in an Asian-style horror story. Tim Drake goes to Japan for business, both for Wayne Enterprises and Batman Incorporated. However, when he returns to Gotham City, its Damian Wayne who discovers he brought along more from his trip overseas than just his luggage and mission report.

The Impossible Journey – RavingNarniacAnarane (27k) Batbros broing it out. You like Journey to the Center of the Earth? I do. Note: Damian blames Drake. When Dick takes the opportunity to forge some brotherly bonding time, he didn’t expect it to turn so deadly. Following the mysterious disappearance of Tim’s uncle, the four bat boys (yes,Jason reluctantly included) find themselves taking a long plunge down towards the Earth’s core, and are left attempting to find a way back. And as Jason’s prefers: Alive.

Though The Sun Continues To Stand - MetropolisJournal (27k) As long as Tim Drake can remember, a dark guardian has haunted his life. He’s convinced that Batman needs a Robin to break him from his self-destructive spiral. Will Tim be up to the task?

Those Nightime Escapades - LazuliQuetzal (26k) Timothy Drake is a completely normal seventeen year old; he goes to school, enjoys photography, creeps out in the middle of the night to gather intel on Gotham's criminals -- wait, what? (Or, Steph is the third Robin, and Tim ends up as Oracle's sidekick-apprentice.)

Boy You Was Battle Born - MusicSpeaksToo (21k) AU where Jason survives Ethiopia and becomes a reluctant mentor/friend to Tim.

Where the Healing Begins (Fix You) - RascalJoy (21k) In which Tim's brothers knock some sense into his head.

Everyone Needs a Tim - WastedSanity (18k) 7 Tim-Centric drabbles.

Not Alone - TimeTrees (16k) Tim Drake's life is a complicated and sad thing. This is him trying to work through it.It wasn’t quite a crashing down moment — there was no sky falling on his shoulders, there were no monumental responsibilities, if he was living in reality he would have been completely, totally fine. If he stopped thinking, he would be fine

Whoopsie - Misha Berry (13k) A lapse in communication lands Tim in some big trouble. Maybe next time he'll think twice before taking a dip in Gotham River on a cold night.

When I Have Lost My Way – Teland (9k) Desperate times call for desperate measures. Though probably not that desperate.

Set My Mind to Wandering - Tabithian (9k) Tim is having a blast on vacation. The sights are amazing. The food is fantastic, and the people? So friendly. Five stars, would recommend.

American Ninja Worrier - DangerBeckett (8k) It's just like Tim to give a poor college student a start in the business world. Kid's a bleeding heart, and usually, that's the sort of thing Jason avoids at all costs. He prefers his bleeding hearts on the literal side, and despite Bruce's best efforts, he's never had a head for business. Unfortunately, though, this time the business is ninjas, and that's the sort of thing that makes Jason take notice. Because Bruce is useless, and someone's gotta make sure Tim's new internship program doesn't take down all of Gotham. That's Jason's job, after all.

Heart, Humble – Betty (7k) Back then, all the boys his age had hero-worshipped costumed vigilantes. Jack supposes they still do.

Hey, Lawman! - dinolaur (6k) A clerical error leads to Tim going MIA during his lunch break and his family running around trying to find him.

Classics – The Protagonist. (6k) He has to learn this stuff some how. Or three training sessions in Tim’s early career as Robin.

A Simple Life - RenaRoo (5k) Tim Drake is living a simple life in one of the worst parts of Gotham. He makes the best of it, though. He makes for himself the only life he's ever known... He thinks.

In Living Memory - DangerBeckett (5k) When Dick and Jason get a rare peek into Tim's brain, Jason remembers why he stays out of other people's business. With his family, it inevitably ends in either life-threatening injury or Dick singing Disney songs. Sometimes both, if Dick doesn't dodge fast enough. Meanwhile, Tim doesn't see what all the fuss is about. Which is basically the entire problem, as far as Jason's concerned.

Tell-Tale - Incogneat_oh (4k) Or, the kids compete to see who should give Bruce bad news. But Jason doesn't take Tim and Bruce's fractured relationship into account.

A Little Bit of Sunshine, a Little Bit of Rain – Sookakkit (4k) For once, Tim is happy with his life.

Trouble Magnet – strikeyourcolors (4k) In which Tim Drake is terribly unlucky (even if he refuses to admit bad luck exists) and his brothers may or may not be trying to kill him. That’s what families do, right?

Normally People Pass Out After - WriterofGotham (3k) Tim Drake gives blood.

Exit Wounds - Incogneat_oh (3k) Did you hear this one? A vigilante walks into a warehouse and kills the joker.

Aiding and A-Betting - keep_me_alone (3k) Dick, Jason, Tim and Steph get up to some really stupid shenanigans in the Manor while no one is around. As expected, it doesn't really go well for any of them and Bruce gets real mad.

Road Rage Robin – Heartslogos (2k) “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."

The Time Weve Got - DawnsEternalLight (2k) Bruce offers to accompany Tim to the store for an emergency Red Bull run. Shocked, Tim accepts his offer and suddenly finds himself alone in the car with his adopted Father for the first time in a long time.

Making a List - HauntedLittleDoll (2k) Tim rereads some of his old books while benched.

Do the Wonders Ever Cease? - HeartsLogos (2k) His children are strange, strange creatures, Bruce thinks as he returns to his office.

The Art of Conversation - GlassGoblin (1k) Robin needs to talk to a friend, but everyone is a little busy.

False Dichtonomy - HeartsLogos (2k) Red Hood calls Red Robin’s bandoliers “super convenient idiot handles”.

Meant to Be – The Protagonist (1k) Tim takes a bullet for Bruce Wayne at a press-conference and winds up sprawled and bleeding in his arms.

Family Portraits - ShariAruna (1k) “You don’t have any photo on your desk”, the new girl says. “Sorry?” “No photos”, she repeats. “People usually have photos on their desk. Family. Girlfriends or boyfriends. You know?” Family, girlfriends, boyfriends. Yes, Tim knows.

I Volunteer - GoodLuckDetective (1k) Tim is the type to volunteer for the hunger games, isn't he?

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