#Tim's Goodbye

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Soup solves everything.

[ky-landfill]

[wernerherzogs]

if we're being honest. bobby should've died on a somewhat ordinary call Like Real Firefighters do. without any obvious Mortal peril present. maybe in a fire. and then it would have Hit.

[brokeyourbones]

Dead men don't talk.

Tim Drake has been attacked many times in his life. Shot through the throat? Sure. Throat sliced? Twice. After all this, there was no way his throat was viable for speech.

And it wasn't. Of course, no one but the Waynes knew of this. Bruce had made a machine that spoke for him, mimicking his speech and changing as he grew older. This tool quickly became very helpful in both his vigilante life and his regular day-to-day life. Or, as regularly as a Wayne's life could be.

Due to the fact the technology could be switched to anyone's voice, Tim would use it for missions. Oh, the villain needed to believe someone else was with them? Give Tim a couple of videos of that person's speech and 3 minutes tops. He'll have that person singing Bohemian Rhapsody if that's what it took.

But, it was also useful in other day-to-day things! Tim has to skip school for whatever reason? He just fakes being Bruce over the phone, claiming he's sick. Someone at school catches him doing someone else's voice at school one day.

Shenanigans assume afterward. Tim has to make up a lie on the spot and pretends that he's just really good at mimicking people's voices. It's soon a spectacle and a running joke. You need to call someone and don't want to? Just ask Tim Drake!

And, reluctantly Tim does so. Often he calls his siblings doctors for them, pretending to be them for a multitude of reasons. Dick? He doesn't like talking to doctors. Jason? It's like taking a cat to the vet, you have to wrangle him just to get there. Damian? He tends to weird the doctors out by knowing way too much for a kid his age about the human body.

But, during a mission, Tim's device that speaks for him, hidden as a pin on his Robin outfit and a necklace day-to-day, is broken. He's separated from everyone. He's exhausted, and more and more people just keep showing up.

Tim can't call for help. Tim can't scream for his dad. He is a Robin who's voice has been taken from him.

[cosmicpoutine]

tim drake at 18 getting a vasectomy because he learns from bruce's mistakes

[nichecollection]

more tim drake

[absinthebomb]

Kiss me goodbye

[chilschuck]

— ONLY IF YOU’D LIKE ME TO:

(I COULD FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU.) ♡ chilchuck x gn!reader.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ sfw, ment. of n//edles (the sewing kind, lol).

꒰ wc: ꒱ 809 words. just a drabble!

꒰ note: ꒱ guys i can’t stop thinking about this repressed-emotions-having-ass man. i wanted to write something with the song “clusterhug” by iDKHOW as inspo. i don’t know if i like this or not, so maybe i’ll delete it later. i took inspiration from the mimic chapter in the manga. sorry if it’s a bit ooc, i just kinda let my heart go with this one. i hope you enjoy!

Little things lead up to big ones. In other words, small acts of kindness become forces to be reckoned with. There’s only so much someone can do to brace themselves for the impact of falling in love, which Chilchuck had learned the hard way. His efforts to keep work and private life separate were not enough. Despite his measures at bracing himself, the problem seemed to somehow build itself into something he just couldn’t fight; something he knows he’s not skilled at.

Your touch, so gentle when handling his wounds compared to others, was the first hit to his willpower. Chilchuck was used to leading and making sure others were safe in their steps, but even then he felt he couldn’t hold a candle to you. If there’s one thing you did for the party that he considered your skill, it was being a source of light. A source of delicate touches in which he had forgotten he craved.

Chilchuck believes he could blame this all on that single encounter with that mimic. You had beat Marcille to him, immediately dropping to your knees and making sure he was safe. The cut on his cheek was handled easily with delicate touches and small tuts under your breath. “I’m sorry,” he heard you murmur. “Someone should’ve gone with you.” The cloth in your hand did not bring as much relief to his wounds as your presence seemed to.

Later, he had tried to distract himself by mending his clothes, stitching the rifts in the fabric with precise hands. It was best to stay focused and squander any emotions he considered useless. The greater the attempt, though, the harder it came back to bite him in the ass. This was only one of many things he had to learn the hard way.

“Your stitches are really neat,” You had commented in that gentle voice of yours, the same pitch you always spoke in. It wasn’t syrupy sweet, but delicate in ways he couldn’t understand. It wrapped around his brain and inched into his chest. “It’s entrancing to watch you work.”

I could say the same about you, he could say. He pictured your bashful smile. Chilchuck reminded himself to breathe. You’re entrancing in ways I can’t explain.

There was something about your gaze that made him feel like the room rose in temperature. Rolling his shoulders, he flicked his eyes up to yours.

“Just something I had to learn.”

Just like the fact that you were winding your way around his heart. Could he even begin to comprehend what you were doing to him, what you were making him feel? The depth at which you were breaking his walls down scared him. Even the thought that maybe, just maybe, you reserved those sweet looks just for him sent him over the edge.

“You should teach me one day.” You whispered.

Only if you’d like me too. He could mumble back instantly. You waited patiently, smiling at him. He swallowed.

“Yeah, sure. Here.”

His fingers brushed against yours, the green fabric resting in your hands. Chilchuck held the needle, watching the thread cascade before setting it into your palm.

“I can teach you.”

Gods, don’t look at him like that. Don’t ever beam like that, not when he’s so close and looking over your shoulder as you thread the needle.

“There, now pull it through. Make sure the stitch isn’t loose.” You did as he asked, waiting for his next instruction. When you lit up at the progress, the rip shrinking in the scarf, he couldn’t help but smile.

Maybe while you’re at it, you could stitch up the rifts in his heart he let grow. He knew if anyone could, it’d be you. But before he knew it, you had repaired the hole, holding it up proudly.

“Thank you, Chilchuck! Now I can help next time, too.” You folded it, placing it into his hands. He felt his ears burn. There was something about how thankful you were to everyone, him included. Another shot to his willpower. It’s not like he really even did anything… It’s something anyone could learn.

Even then, as your attention was called upon by Marcille, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Gaze locked on the fabric in his hands, he let himself get lost in thought while you watched Senshi and Laios prepare the next meal. If you kept shining so bright like that, he’d have no choice but to fall in love with you. There’s only so much kindness he could handle from you. You were giving him no choice but to swallow his pride and reconsider everything he knew about living a double life like this. Could he really make you happy?

Only if you’d like him to, he let his heart say. Whether or not he would listen is for time to tell. He could fall in love with you.

[anonyunknownonearth]

Imagine the privilege of the Batbrood, they literally have 7 kids. They can re-enact scenes from The Sound of Music - including "Goodbye, Farewell" and "Do Re Me" as examples

I just want to know who would be the housekeeper (I think her name was Sister Berthe but I can't be sure rn). I'm sensing some Bruce crack here...

Although they do have more boys than girls, I think it could work splendidly anyway

[chaos-bringer-13]

Omg I just had a thought! (insert someone joking about this being my first time thinking)

So, you know how in the movies there's someone dying and another character has hallucinations about that dead character and then there is a scene with dead character going like "I'm dead, just let me go"???

Danny. Danny can do that. Or Dani, she's chaotic enough. Just say to someone dramatically all this "I'm dead, you're hallucinating, let me go" speech and go intangible and invisible.

And it can be used for angst where Danny dies in front of someone and has to pretend he's dead, and then they meet each other accidentally and Danny gaslights his way out of it

Or for complete crack with Danny just being a little shit and doing that on every opportunity, several times in one day

Like, character N and Danny end up alone in one room, Danny smirks, N hisses "don't you dare!", and Danny does dramatic speech of "I am deaaad, you're lying to yourself, let me go". Bonus points if just a minute ago Danny was giving a speech to like 10 people, and all of them clearly could see him. More bonus points if Danny accidentally does the hallucination speech in front of someone else, and they just stand there really confused.

[lover-of-mine]

#When you tell your sunshine partner you won't work with them anymore

911 s5x11 / The Rookie s5x02

[thenonbinarydetective]

I don’t care about Timsteph as much as I care about Stephanie but if people disrespect the ship as a way of disrespecting Stephanie and I will die on that hill

[trickquestionn]

Thinking about Tim Stoker hours. Thinking about Sasha James hours. Thinking about TImSasha hours. Sobbing uncontrollably hours.

[mirthmave]

I love the whole bird whistles idea that I’ve seen on here. If you’re not familiar, the idea is that the Batfam have Bird Whistles to communicate when they need to be stealthy or coms are down.

Growing up, my Dad, Uncles and Grandfather did the same for me, my brothers and cousins, only they were the same whistles they used for the farm dogs to get them to move sheep. We obviously knew them because we would be playing nearby or helping them.

So I propose this to be added. Bruce will use those same whistles in his everyday life as do the kids. Even Barbara does it. Most people shrug it off but once a couple of older society ladies made a comment about it to Bruce.

(This may or may not be based on a conversation that someone had with my Grandfather after he got his kids to come to the car using a whistle)

Lady 1: It is so disgusting

Bruce: What is?

Lady 2: The fact that you whistle for your children.

Bruce: What is wrong with that?

Lady 2: They are not dogs, they are children.

Bruce: You’re right, they are children. Children who have heard me call for them and are now on their way to get in the car without me having to yell or result to threats. Which is something neither of you are able to brag about.

[cedbrains]

Hey a nice moment between Tobey and his mom.

Maria: I don’t want to be part of the ball drop!!!

One of the things I love about this show is how much detail the animators put into the backgrounds and side characters. It makes the world feel more alive. I also feel that the people working on this show really cared about what they where making.

[itsraining-honey]

every time helena bertinelli is referred to as part of the batfam or shown with batfam, an angel looses its wings and falls straight to hell.