#Tim Drake is a creature

[timmydraker]

Tim who can and will sleep anywhere.

It’s not just a matter of falling asleep at his desk or while at the dinner table, though those things do happen.

No, he’s fallen asleep in the middle of a sparring. He had a tired look on his face while going agasint Dick and then shrugged and said, “we’ll finish later.” Then laid down right there and went to sleep.

He’s been found in some odd places, most of which are not at all comfortable.

Some examples being:

The floor of the kitchen, with a packet of chips gripped in his hand like a lifeline and his legs tucked up under him like a frog.

Under Bruce’s bed and he was only found before sometimes he snores like a little kitten.

In the trunk of Dick’s car after he made it back to Blud. He even had a line of drool coming from his mouth as his brother promptly freaked out.

On top of the fridge during a big heat wave, half dangling off with his arms and legs over the side and head tilted at an off angle.

In the shower’s of the cave with the water running over his head as he curled into a ball, leaving Jason to go in and be faced with Tim’s pale ass staring at him. (He panicked and instead of Turing away he kicked Tim in the ass and was not sorry for even a second. He’s traumatised.)

In Barbara’s chair. She didn’t even notice him come into the tower until he was crawling into her lap and gave her a mumbled greeting before conking out instantly, somehow bypassing her security which he genuinely cannot do normally.

In the pool room with his feet in the water and socks on his hands for some unknown reason.

He doesn’t do it unless he feels safe, and he’s easy to wake up in cases of an emergency, and so everyone feels sort of proud when he chooses them. It’s not always he seeks someone out, but most members of the family start checking under their bed and in their closest (he got quite a few jokes after that one) just in case they have been Chosen.

Most people think it’s not often he sleeps without being exhausted, but he’s a power napper and will take any chance he has free to do so.

You must be careful moving him because he tends to smack people. He will push and whine at you if you try, grumbling like a petulant teenager about needing out ‘five more minutes’. Damian learnt this the hard way when he tried to move Tim from his bedroom doorway and Tim kicked him in the shin.

He can be calmed down if you put chamomile tea under his nose but this might wake him up in a mood as he demands more tea for being disturbed.

Bruce made it a rule that Tim must be checked on if he hasn’t said or done anything for a while after he was found under the Batmobile in a plank position.

[axiliern]

lots of various tim robin drawings from the past few days!!!!

[callmeizukunotdeku]

"You're lying," Damian said. 

And honestly, Tim had to laugh, "I don't know why you think I am. I asked to keep a cat, Alfred said no, and that was that."

"But that..." Damian furrowed his brow. Tim's voice was taking on a different tenor than usual. Something a bit more strained. "He let me have a cat."

"Yeah," Tim said, cringing when his voice cracked on the word, before trying to play it off with a casual shrug, "you're his son."

And Damian was fooled for a moment. He had his mouth half open to reply that he was the blood son. He was different. Superior. 

But he paused upon the fact that Tim hadn't just made that point for him, he'd given him an example. 

The cat. 

Tim had wanted one and been refused. Damian had wanted one and had been obliged. 

He had wanted a dragon and been obliged. 

But Tim couldn't have a cat, and Damian, whenever he asserted his superiority, had thought he was lying. 

He was lying in a way. They were the same. Tim was a well-respected associate of his father, but... 

You're his son. 

But that didn't mean as much as Damian assumed it did. 

Damian assessed his options before doing something he usually avoided. He swallowed his pride, looked at Tim, and said, "I...don't fully understand what your place is here."

Tim gave him a smile filled with enough sympathy to make something ugly roll in Damian's gut. "Me neither, kid. Me neither."

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Side Quest

"Okay, we're sitting here doing nothing for twenty minutes already," Tim crumbles the burger wrapper in his hands, absentmindedly trying to shape it into a sphere just because he needs to keep his hands busy. "Care to spill why are we here?"

"We ain't doing nothing," Jason doesn't even look up at him — isn't that a surprise — instead leaning back in his seat. He doesn't take his eyes off the window. Tim hates sitting by the windows in BatBurgers, it always makes him feel like a fish inside the aquarium.

"That's exactly the point," he debates if he should throw his misshapen missile at his brother. Not like it will get any more sphere-like, anyway.

Jason rolls his eyes and spares Tim a quick glance, "No, I meant, we are not doing nothing. We're waiting."

"Waiting for what, the second coming of Jesus Christ?" Tim succumbs to his heart's deepest desires and throws the wrapper at Jason. It hits him right in the forehead, score for Tim. And yet, the man still doesn't rise the the bait; instead, the motherfucker laughs. It's quiet and breathless and short, but it's still a laugh.

"Close enough. Has anyone ever told you you're the most funny when you don't intend to be, Timberly?" Jason smirks at him, and Tim really wishes he's had something else to throw at him. But at this point, his options are only the table and chairs, seeing that he's already wasted the wrapper, and he doesn't want to cause an actual commotion. Yet.

So he leans back, mirroring Jason's position, and crosses his arms on his chest. "I'll take it as a compliment," it's a weak retort, but he doesn't have the energy to come up with anything better. The recent murder case, one involving a sorry excuse of a cult, an out-of-town drug dealer and, by some crazy twist of events, three nuns from Missouri, has been driving him nuts for the past week, sue him.

He so regrets asking Jason for help right now. It's not even the matter of his dignity — it's just that Jason is not helping, and most likely, doing it on purpose.

"Please, do," the unhelpful asshole gives him his grand permission, turning back to the window. But, a second later, his whole face lights up like Christmas came early, and he sits up, "Oh, there he is!"

In the next moment, the door to BatBurger slams open, and in steps... a guy.

Black hair, blue eyes, lanky, slim build — makes sense why Jason never mentioned him before, Bruce would have flipped his shit at the sight of an unadopted Bat-bait.

Worn denim jacket with rolled up sleeves, black t-shirt underneath, loose pants and sneakers — nothing out of the ordinary, really.

Except the guy has a fucking crowbar that he carries on his shoulder, and both the tool and his hands all the way up to his elbows are drenched in something dark red and wet. Tim would say it's blood, but then, would the guy really be showing up here covered in blood?

On the second thought, it's Gotham. He definitely would.

The guy looks around and wrinkles his nose slightly when he spots Jason. Then, he makes his way towards their table, the crowbar still on his shoulders.

"'Sup," he greets Jason, and as he stops right in front of the table, Tim sees that it's not only his hands that are stained with red. There are splatters of it on his face and neck as well.

"You've got something on your cheek," Jason gestures to his own face, trying to show where said 'something' is. The guy throws him a deadpan look and then licks it off without second thought.

His tongue is a lot longer than it should be. Tim takes a deep breath, looking between the bloody dude and Jason. He really hopes that his face is expressive enough for the latter to read the 'what the actual fuck' through his eyes alone.

"Okay, just so you're aware, an absolutely marvelous kind of high school reunion had to be put on pause because you called," the guy starts, wiping one of his hands on his jacket. "So, like, explain your fuck-up situation to me in ten words."

Jason, the absolute traitor, looks to Tim. The guy follows him, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Okay, ten words. He can totally do that.

"A sacrificial pentagram of dead nuns high on mystery cocaine," Tim says after a moment, looking the guy straight in the eyes.

He blinks. Then, he tilts his head sideways, like he's not sure if he heard Tim right. Tim just keeps staring at him — that was precisely ten words, and he is definitely not chickening out of this little-shit-superiority contest.

"O-kay," the guy finally says, slow and begrudgingly respectful, "I'm eighty seven percent certain this is about to be the highlight of my week." He gestures for Jason to move over and drops the bloody crowbar on the table before sitting just opposite to Tim.

"Spill."

[timothvy]

bonding or whatever…

[blubonez]

scene redraw (kind of) of tiny timbo and bats after a long night and probably VERY awkward accidental child acquisition

also, on a not entirely unrelated note, fuck AI

[dianorayopi]

the dungeon lord au

[batboopp]

this is the first sign you see when you try to get into gotham

[calypie]

Imagine Bernard gets cursed and he doesn't know about it, and the curse is like him attracting literally death situations but he doesn't even notice-

Bernard being in Gotham walking back home after meeting up with friends, and yet he does hear some very loud noises but doesn't pay attention to it that much, little did bro know that a literally building collapsed behind him when a blood thirsty disfigured animal was chasing him. He may have been just saved by his own curse.

One day when Bernard for whatever reason decides to go to the Narrows for "research" Jason was watching him closely so nothing bad would happen to his little brothers boyfriend, he cares about Bernard and Tim even though he doesn't show it often. Bernard just walks when again- a building collapses next to him. Bernard notices looks around- and leaves. Just leaves. Like nothing happened. Jason was in awe. When he came down to check it out. He saw that underneath the building was void black creature that had mold on it. It vaporised.

He never was the same.

[yj-98]

⸺ would you consider a city to be a living thing?

[not-back-to-this]

Batboys - Mythical Creature AU

Dick Grayson is a Syren {Greek Mythology}. They say he has an alluring voice that has always gotten him whatever he wanted, and an irresistible face nobody could deny. His parents named themselves The Flying Graysons after the lower birdlike body that sirens in Greek Mythology have, and God, you should see the way he soars through Lady Gotham’s night sky. Who wouldn’t have been lured to their demise at the hands of Dick Grayson?

Jason Todd is a Phoenix {Egyptian Mythology}. His death has haunted the narrative for 15 years and his resurrection has continued to haunt the narrative long after. His transformation from Street Kid to Robin/Bruce Wayne’s Ward to Outlaw is similar to different rebirth’s of the mythical bird. Jason Todd may have come back from the dead angry, but he always burned bright with hope, and with it, the possibility of a fresh start, despite how his previous lifetime ended.

Tim Drake is a Fae {Celtic Mythology}. They say his eyes always hold a glimmer of mischief in them and his smile is too wide to be innocent. He’s always been too smart to be human and the way he’s been able to bend the board at Wayne Enterprises and his teammates to his will is reminiscent of glamour magic. They say never give your name to the Fae, the same rules apply to Tim. It doesn’t matter though, he’ll find out your real name eventually. He always does.

Damian Wayne is a Dragon {Chinese Mythology}. He was born ambitious and intelligent. Despite his violent upbringing, he is benevolent. All he ever wanted was to make the world a better place. His tenacity is strong, and even Mother Nature herself seems to bend to his will; it’s almost uncanny how there are strong winds or rain whenever he wants it. He’s destined for greatness; nobody has ever doubted it, and nobody ever will.

[crow-aeris]

okay but like, imagine an animal lover damian befriending a kelpie!Tim drake? Like damian wanders into a swamp to sketch some birds, and he sees this horse that's- wrong, but he's too much of a sucker to back down. So he researches horses, and damian keeps feeding tim

since kelpies sometimes have human forms, i think it'd be neat for him to bring tim back to the manor and everyone's freaking out because on one hand, this teen damian just brought back is giving really weird vibes- but on the other hand, damian has a friend!!

also, i think the thought of damian setting up a kiddie pool for tim and the batfam walking in on tim becoming a demon horse is just funny

[dailytims]

Robin (1993) #26

[ghost-bxrd]

Saw the Phoenix!Jason possibility mentioned... Thought of a more hilarious/traumatizing version.

Phoenix Tim. Dick's Baby Bird.

As in, if he dies, he'll just come back to life in a few minutes, all former injuries healed.

Tim being Tim, he's gonna use the resurrection ability to skip having to stay in bed and recuperate, giving the Batfam multiple panic attacks.

They are still trying to talk him out of it when Hood turns up...

The Titans Tower attack happens.

As in canon, Tim loses the initial round and flee to another room, injured.

Well. His hand is broken, he can't fight a crime lord with a broken arm. Plus, come on, that's gonna be a major hazzle, Dick and Bruce will fuzz over him for a month!

He knows how to fix this, right?

Jason, following him in dramatic slow motion, is just in time to see Tim shoot/stab himself dead.

The revival takes a few minutes... And Jason has absolutely no idea about the Phoenix Part.

Fun times : )

G A S P

Counter offer, they’re both phoenixes but none of them knew that about Jason because he was always terrified of dying! (No clue how the Ethiopia part works but hear me out on further angst first!)

and when he comes back to confront Tim he obviously doesn’t know just how good he was replaced.

And then Tim stabs himself and Jason just blanks, all his rage forgotten because he just wanted to beat the kid up a little. He never wanted him to die.

So we have Jason frantically trying to staunch the blood flow, trying and failing to shift enough to grab even a single feather that might save the kid (*gestures because phoenix magic*), asking Tim again and again “Why would you do that!?” without waiting for an answer because the kid is bleeding out.

And Tim is just so confused because… isn’t this what Hood wanted? Why is he panicking? And also, shit, he should have stabbed somewhere else because this hurts like a bitch.

And then Jason can’t breathe because he thinks he’s the cause a teenager felt scared enough to commit suicide rather than face him, and he can’t get the bleeding to stop, and being a phoenix is useless if he can’t even shift to save him. But- but he can give the kid some comfort in his last moments. He can do that much.

And Tim totally thinks his brain is going bye-bye when Hood takes off the helmet and it’s Jason Todd cradling and crying over him, apologizing over and over and— oh no, ohhhh no, Tim screwed up big time. This is bad. He needs to let Jason know it will be okay. That Tim will be okay. That it was a mistake!

But Jason isn’t listening and Tim is doomed to die for a couple minutes and good gods does he hope Jason will stick around until he wakes back up because if Tim gets this one chance to give the Batfam their happy ending only to have it slip through his fingers because he chose to ignore Batman’s “Do NOT kill yourself over every minor inconvenience!”, he’s going to… he doesn’t even know.

Please, gods, please let Jason stick around…

(Honestly this works even without Jason being a phoenix but look I’m attached to the image of Jason deliberately walking into explosions after the whole Ethiopia thing and making everyone have several hundred flashbacks)

[melon-cat-cult]

Dragon Damian Au!

Tim is on the case

pt 1.

Tim, unfortunately, never knew how to leave a mystery alone, mainly when he accidentally develops a hyperfixation on said mystery, so when Bruce brought home a new child, his own kid, this time not one he picked out of the trash. Tim was intrigued, then the little shit stabbed him randomly when he got too close to Bruce, it pissed Tim off of course but he noticed something when Damian had stabbed him he couldn’t see the color of his eyes like his pupils where blown wide, like he was high, but as fast as it had happed the bright Green of the Al ghul’s lazuraze eyes where back, and TIm knew he had a new mystery.

That was how it started. It's been a few years with Damiain in the manor, and he’s still not any closer to finding out what's off with the Demon brat. He is less stabby, though. However, it's more accurate to say that the family has learned what not to touch unless they want to be stabbed. He's been gathering evidence, but the most significant piece of evidence came when Duke and Damian.

The family that wasn’t busy was in the manor to welcome Duke. Tim was sitting next to Steph, her legs across his lap, his laptop on her legs, her head in Cass’s lap while Cass was painting her nails. Bruce and Alfred were still talking with Duke and his social worker while they gave them a tour. When they got to the living room and the Social worker left, Damian came in from the barn. Duke was in the middle of talking about some things he liked; Alfred asked so he could add some of Duke’s comfort meals into his weekly menus. Duke stopped mid-sentence, his eyes glowing slightly, and looked at Damian wide-eyed. No one wanted to admit it, but they tensed, readying to stop Damian if needed. The two stared at each other, and Damian let out a growl, it was a usual thing from him, but Tim caught it, that growl sounded more like an animal than the other ones usually did. Duke held up his hands in peace and shook his head, which seemed to calm Damian: the subtle way his jaw unclenched like B’s does. Damian nodded and sat down next to B, and Duke went back to talking, subtly looking at Damian ever so slightly before he moved closer to anyone, like asking for permission. It took about a month before that stopped. The day it did, Duke was smiling and teasing Damian and not getting stabbed for it, and that caused Tim to pick back up the mystery. Because, yes, Duke was cool, skateboarding with Duke had become one of Tim’s favorite activities. Still, Tim has been Damian’s older brother longer, so he should be above Duke in the Damian favoritism scale. Duke hasn’t even been stabbed yet!

[theofficialuriel]

au where tim never became Robin, but he met Darla Aquista and decided to do crime bossing for fun.

i can’t decide if jack should know about it or not.

but Bruce thinks he knows about it. In fact, he thinks Jack is the mastermind.

jack is just trying to come to terms with his wife’s death and the strange black shadow he keeps seeing in the darkest corners of his house.