#baby stalker tim drake

[vulnonapixes-dc-corner]

You know what would be funny?

Baby Stalker Tim being seen as a omen.

There are goons that believe that he is a spirit haunting batman. That he is a child that the bat had lost before he became the dark knight.

He isn't, but people will still turn around whenever they see him lurking

[msfcatlover]

Bruce: “Tim, I need to go train to regain my skills. I don’t want Jean-Paul to try to kill you again, but I do need to ask a favor.”

Tim: “And here I thought you’d lost all faith in me for failing to control him before. No problem, I’ll win your faith back! What do I need to do?”

Bruce: “You don’t need to prove anything. I just need you to stalk him.”

Bruce: “I mean surveil him.”

Bruce: “Just until I get back—”

Tim, already holding his camera: “Not that I’m complaining about the easiest assignment in the world, but if you’re feeling bad about doubting me, a simple apology would do.”

[yjcorefourenjoyer]

Photo evidence part 5

Tim had a system.

Get up, check the photo evidence account for crimes to send to the GCPD, go to school, Ignore everything, go home, then go out to follow the Bats (while getting more evidence at the same time). it was efficient, it worked well and he even found time to eat and relax.

Sadly he had to stop this system for a bit to spend on getting stuff for his debut, and finally after a week+ he’d had just gotten enough blackmail and evidence and Reputation to go after a big (Evil) CEO who was visiting Gotham for only one week.

this was his chance! He would’ve sent out the info when the CEO left the city and country and then the people would know that Gotham, and the people who live in it, were his! To let people know that whoever crosses Gotham crosses Photo evidence. And that Photo evidence can end your career no matter where you are, can let the police know every. Single. Secret. You have, in SECONDS.

See Tim had sent a few public anonymous threats message to this CEO’s security team. Then paid a few street kids to spreed the info that it was Photo evidence that did it. he’d even personally gone out and got some huge dirt on the guy, Seriously just one time shut the blinds when you do something illegal!

Then his Cameras (people who send photos to his account) had gotten the memo that this guy was the target. He’s got more blackmail than he thought he would. But hey, why wouldn’t he? Gotham knows that the people he goes after are bad, and the fact that they can get the evidence themselves proves it. (And proves how willing Gothamites are to get on rooftops like he knew it was easy, he does it all the time, but shouldn’t Batman or Robin spot one of them at lest once?)

Tim was gonna let ALL the info out in three day. Ruining this CEO’s life, make him an example for what’s to come. He’s just hoping that Batman and Robin don’t find out and stop him…

(It doesn’t mean anything that lately he’s been hearing rumors that Batman has gotten a little aggressive, and had been patrolling alone…..

But that’s not unnatural! Maybe Robin had just got hurt… it doesn’t matter that he’d hadn’t.. actually… seen the new Robin, Jason, in a while… He had been busy on this project for over a month now and hasn’t got a chance to stalk them, But surely Jason’s alright? There’s no need to worry-)

“-Right?”

[nekomim1]

Im on a roll of drawing tiny little guys

[deadsetobsessions]

Tim Drake had a lot of free time.

In between the time little Timmy was deemed old enough to not need a nanny and his ninth birthday when he got his first film camera, Tim Drake had so much time after school to explore his big, empty house. And so he did, hours upon hours were spent exploring his house.

Mansion, Tim corrects himself. His house isn’t a house. It’s an abandoned mausoleum disguised as a mansion. He intimately knows every creak of the floorboards in the out of the way galleries, every heavy weight curtain shut closed so what little sun that makes it way through Gotham’s gloom is reflected in order to protect the artifacts stored within the walls. Tim probably knows the exact amount of fleur-de-lys on the fourth sitting room’s wall paper- by extrapolation from preexisting data and personal data collection. Basically, he laid on the floor and counted.

Tim had a lot of time. He also had a lot of artifacts to pore over, making stories as he goes and double checking the actual history of the object.

Tim thinks he’s an artifact, almost. To his parents, at least. A child, a thing, they collected at one point in their lives and put on display at the galas they deem worthy to return to Gotham for. Perhaps he’s worth even less, had his parents bothered to look at him more than the lesser art pieces in their storage-mansion. The story everyone knows about him is prerecorded by people who weren’t really there.

Regardless, Tim Drake knows every single corner of his prison mansion. He’s catalogued everything, after all, on a nice spreadsheet. 

And that’s why, as he entered the fifth- and least used- guest bedroom, Tim’s attention immediately cut to the wrong bit of detail. Eyes flickering between the indent on the bed, the mussed- but not terribly dirty- state of the sheets, Tim slowly backed towards the door. His eyes fixed on the spot on the bed, he called out a soft “hello?”

He immediately cringed. He’s not an amateur, and that little “hello” was a mistake that might get him killed.

Tim trembled as the panic set in, tears pooling at his eyes. He wished Batman and Robin were here, they’d know how to-

There’s something appearing on the bed. Tim Drake stares as a glowing figure with white, wispy hair and a black hazmat suit appeared sitting cross crossed on the guest bed. His gloved hands were held out in the universal I-mean-no-harm gesture.

“Don’t- don’t panic!” The thing said, looking rather panicked itself. “I’m, uh, Phantom.”

Tim Drake’s curiosity and mystery-solving mindset slammed down on the toddler’s mind, quickly banishing the fear and panick in favor of interrogating this new, exciting thing.

“I’m Tim. Are you…” Tim frowns, wishing he had Batman’s intimidating growl. “A ghost?”

“Got it in one, kiddo. I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything! I just wanted to rest.”

Tim blinked. He decided right then and there that he likes this person. This… Phantom. If his trust was based on the fact that the loneliness was worse than a dead person, no, it wasn’t.

“I thought you sleep when you’re dead..?”

——

Danny stared at the child in front of him, watching the kid- Tim- pout at something. Danny is distracted from the staples holding his ghostly guts from falling out of his non-consensual vivisection when the kid asks him if he’s a ghost.

“Got it in one, kiddo!” Oo, he should tone down the energy. Danny’s too tired right now to maintain that level when speaking to Tim. Now, gotta reassure the kid he means no harm before he reports Danny’s presence to whatever authorities around.

His parents, at best. The cops, at worst.

“I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything!” He could tell he landed in some richie rich mansion by the opulent decorations in a seemingly impersonal room alone. “I just wanted to rest.”

Ancients, that had been more honest than he’d wanted. He really was out of it.

“I thought you sleep when you’re dead?”

Danny snorted.

“Yeah, but you can almost never have enough sleep, you know?”

The toddler looks unsure but nods anyways.

“Listen, would you… not tell anyone that I’m here? I’ll be out of your hair soon, promise.

Tim looks like a smart kid. There’s no way he’d fall for-

“Okay.” He fell for it. Danny blinked, stupefied. “My parents won’t be home for a while.”

“What.”

Tim shrugged. “You can stay. The housekeeper is only around a couple of days.”

“You… are you supposed to tell me that?”

Tim sent him a derisive look, clearly bolder now that Danny made no moves to hurt him.

On his cherubic but skinny face, the effect is both adorable and absolutely devastating.

“You’re hurt.” Tim fidgeted with his hands. “I can… I can get you water…?”

His core purred.

“Please. Thanks… Tim?”

The kid beamed at him and left.

Crap. New fraid member it is.

——

Danny, naive: “Surely him trusting strangers is just a one time thing, he’s so well behaved”

Tim, staring Danny in the eyes as he jumps out of the window to go stalk his vigilantes: “I’m gonna go take a walk in Crime Alley”

——

Tim gets Danny water, but it’s tap water from Gotham and is infected with both an ungodly amount of toxins (that doesn’t affect either of them bc one’s dead and the other had been chugging it since they were a baby- Gothamites get bottled water or from Wayne Foundation’s Clean Water Stations) and also like trace amounts of ectoplasm.

Danny: woah this is so healthy water!

Tim, pleased because Danny ruffled his hair: yes, I’m perfect

The rest of Gotham, if they knew: making warding sigils against these two eldritch gods

——

Basically, Danny gets attached and stays mostly because of said attachment but also Danny could see Tim’s budding world dictator tendencies and went yeah gotta curb that

[lizardpersonyknow]

Listen.

Feral stalker baby Tim would ABSOLUTELY create a plan to fuck up two face for what he did to dick and joker for Jason. Therefore, I believe that once Tim's parents are dead and the batfam are helping him clear out his stuff from drake manor, they would find his notebooks, mostly drawings of robin and writings and observations, but then Steph finds the Revenge Plans and all hell breaks loose

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Nightwing: Look at him! He's so tiny and cute! Can we keep him, B?

Batman: You can't take a child home just because you think he's cute

Nightwing: You hear that Robin? You gotta find somewhere else to live. Mean old Batsy is kicking you out

Robin Jason: Rude

Batman: That's not the- I'm sure the kid would like to get back to his house. His parents will start worrying about him

Tim: No they won't. I can go with you guys as long as I'm back home by February

Robin: Is he kidnapping himself?

[ktkat99]

Tim, laying out a very detailed plan

Jason, bored and being dramatic- Silencio Timbo!

Tim- Yeah, you're going to let me finish what I was saying or I'm going to make sure Roy is VERY familiar with some VERY embarrassing photos from your Robin days

Jason- Ha! Nice try. Babs has already shown him all my best failures from our old surveillance footage

Tim- Keyword there being 'surveillance'

Jason- What?

Tim, pointing at himself- Jay, I'm your former stalker. I've got evidence of more dumb shit that you've done than even Batman knows about

Jason- Uhh, like what

Tim- Keep interrupting me and you'll find out. Via Roy

Jason- ...

Tim, miming a camera- Click, click motherfucker. Now get to work

[ky-landfill]

Tim in his stalker baby era?

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny had been following...ok, stalking his bio dad for a while now. He didn't have anywhere to go after Amity blew up and Clockwork just came out of no where almost a week after the initial incident to pretty much say, "Hey! You're adopted! Also you're a clone baby! This is the name and main alias of your parent and here's how you get to your home dimension!" Then he was gone.

Ancients.

Again, its not like he had anywhere to go and he had nothing better to do. So following around his fourteen year old father (his original?) and his scary bat mentor around a gross crime filled city at night seemed better than nothing. It felt kinda wierd calling him dad in his head but at the same time he didn't want to call him anything else. His inner Jazz said it might be his subconscious grasping for any safe or familial connections it can find, but whatever. He'll call him dad. Who will ever know?

He knows Clockwork told him not to interfere with any of the battles here. He was only ever meant to be a fly on the wall (actually he wasn't even supposed to be here but the old stopwatch couldn't really stop him) but it was so frustrating to see this Red Hood guy appear one day and start hurting his dad and not being able to do anything without exposing himself.

But nothing prepared him for the new Robin.

He hated the new Robin. He had everything Danny ever wanted and he chose to treat his family like that? The anger he felt towards RH was nothing compared to what he felt towards the new little bird. Damian would look around whenever he was alone, likely feeling they eyes on him from Phantoms intense glare. Good. He wanted the kid to know he was unwelcome.

Danny may have died at eight and become a superhero, but that didn't mean he couldn't hate another child vigilante if he was given enough reason to. Danny stopped aging after the explosion that ruined his afterlife and his inner Jazz had a lot of theories about that but in reality he knew why.

He had been waiting.

He knew the bats were mortal and one day Batman would be too old to fight and Robin -now Red Robin- would need a protégé of his own, right? Then he'd pop in and reveal himself as Tim Drakes long lost clone son and everything would be perfect.

Damian didn't just put a wrench in those plans. He ruined them entirely! If Batman is replaced by Damian than Red Robin will likely always be a sidekick.

And sidekicks don't need sidekicks of thier own.

So Phantom made it his afterlifes mission to make Damians stay in Gotham as miserable as possible to make him leave. He would make sure Damian would go back to whereever he came from at the first available opportunity, even if he had to possess the whole city to do it.

----

Danny took cover with some other kids in a nearby clothing store. The riddler was one of Batmans common rogues and was dangerous. He and the others watched in horror as a third party, likely a gang of some kind that didn't appreciate a hero battle on thier turf, stupidly fired a freaking rocket launcher at the two of them. The projectile missed the mark by a large margin and hit a nearby business tower, sending rubble and debris down of the two fighters. Riddler was quickly pinned while Batman eventually got pinned after a few really cool evasive maneuvers. Red Robin went to assist while Robin went to fight the gang members. A lucky shot from one of the gang members got RR in the leg, sending him down momentarily.

Danny managed to rally the other kids to help dig Batman and Riddler out from where they were trapped by stealing a bunch of black hoodies for them to wear and ripping up a black shirt for them to wear as blindfolds. They could see out of them just fine, but it would hide thier identities from all parties.

Together they rescued the pair and Danny silently rejoiced at helping Red Robin limp away and treat his wound at a safer location. As much as he wanted to let this interaction last, he knew he had to bouce once RR started asking him questions.

Phantom later looked at himself in the reflection of a piece of building material. He had been told before that a ghosts appearance could change based on significant events in thier afterlives. Seeing his former symbol on his chest had disappeared and the smooth crisp edges of the black blindfold that had materialized on his face he knew what had happened. And he knew he would do anything to be with his father again.

His efforts to get rid of Damian intensified.

[msfcatlover]

In the TMA crossover, Tim (like Dick) was already an Avatar by the time he first set foot in Wayne Manor. It started with his mother teaching him how to hot read people, digging into both their body language/reactions & investigating them ahead of time. It continued when she praised Tim for picking apart a discrepancy in a target’s story, tracing back the secret; Tim asked her what they do now that they know, and she told him, “Nothing for now. Blackmail is an ugly thing, Timothy, and should only be a last resort. What matters is we have the proof of it, so we have the upper hand. Even if no one ever knows, we have it.”

After that whenever Tim was bored or lonely, he’d start digging into people’s backgrounds, shuffling through whatever it took in order to find evidence of whatever dirty little secrets they were hiding. Having an unclosed case—any file where Tim knew there was a secret to be found there but hadn’t yet gotten solid proof—always bothered Tim. He just couldn’t leave well enough alone. In a couple cases, when Tim had some evidence of when/where the secret would be catchable, he decided he wasn’t above being in the general area to snap a few pictures. Just so he could close the case with unarguable proof, of course. Just for himself.

(He did get an adult to take him the first few times; it made a great bonding exercise with his mother, then something to make her proud when she got home. But waiting for someone to go with Tim was… inconvenient, and lead to him missing a couple of wonderful opportunities, which grated on him every time he let another slip past without capitalizing on it. Snapping pics of his schoolmates’ crimes & indiscretions didn’t sooth that itch nearly as much as he’d like, and in a couple cases Tim was calling the cops to tip them off to an actual crime only to see his target walk for lack of evidence somehow. So, yeah, Tim maybe started going off on his own to get pictures, which he left in waterproof envelopes next to the Batsignal for either Gordon or Batman to find. And Tim kept copies for his own folders, just in case. For the record, and all that.)

When Tim saw Robin do that quadruple flip, digging deeper only made sense. Bruce turned out to be frustratingly, delightfully good at hiding his tracks, and Tim had to get creative. It was only when Tim fixated on them, tracking everything he could find on Batman & Robin, carefully observing Bruce & Dick in social situations, that Tim began to notice something… off about them. The way Bruce’s fingers twitched while he talked to some people, like he was playing an invisible harp or fidgeting with strings Tim felt like Tim could almost see if he looked at it right. The way Dick’s eyes caught the light, flashing blue-gold-blue at just the right angles, even though tapetum lucidum is not something any human has. There’s something not right about how both of them move, but it’s different in each of them; it’s in Bruce’s joints, Bruce’s gestures, Bruce’s dark gaze & carefully timed blinks like Bruce needs to remind himself to do it at all, but it’s in Dick’s spine & shoulders, Dick’s stance & stride, Dick’s smile sharp enough to cut yourself on (which would almost look more like just baring his teeth if Dick’s eyes didn’t twinkle so disarmingly and his cheeks didn’t dimple just so.)  And then there’s the other side. Did Batman really crawl down the surface of that wall like he had extra limbs & no gravity? Was Robin’s growling just for show? Were Robin’s claws just part of the suit? Did Robin’s mask really sprout out of his skin like feathers? The pictures could be doctored, the video is always unclear & messy, the stories are impossible to verify 99% of the time.

Which is how, at the grand age of nine-and-three-quarters, Timothy Drake decided he’d just have to see for himself.

And take pictures for his files.

Of course.

(If you asked Tim, he’d say he was still fully human at that point in time. That he was just a weird kid with weird hobbies, and it was exposure to the supernatural that changed him. But what he’d never acknowledge was that the very idea of having proof of such a huge, dangerous secret was so appealing Tim could almost taste it. That there was almost certainly something hungry in Tim’s eyes the first time he slipped out his window & headed into town, hoping to capture Gotham’s heroes on camera.)

(Timothy Drake walked the line between the Eye & the Hunt. But it was the Knowing of it that drove him, not the chase itself. It was inevitable that the Eye would be the one to claim him in the end.)

[batfambyval]

So, the following analysis/explanation of Tim Drake’s childhood is in direct contradiction of widely accepted fanon and some of my other posts. It’s a more serious and canon complaint back story that I feel the need to put out there, just for variety.

Now, I don’t think Tim’s Bat-stalkingTM started in the lead up to A Lonely Place of Dying, he knew what he was doing, the process seemed fairly streamlined and that would have taken a lot of practice and trial and error. However. He wasn’t going out every night or anything like that, and the majority of his “research” was from newspapers and such because he couldn’t regularly stalk them in person. Why? Because he was at BOARDING SCHOOL!

Look, the Drakes were neglectful, but they weren’t callous or uncaring. They just didn’t make their child their first priority like they should’ve. They didn’t think about him enough. Once he was old enough to send to boarding school that’s what they did, probably letting the nanny go and forgetting that holidays and vacations exist. They didn’t just leave him to fend for himself, and they probably expected him to stay at school for breaks other than summer vacation which even they probably remembered and maybe even came home for. Tim was just a little shit who lied about having someone at home so he could leave campus.

Now this isn’t to say that the neglect wasn’t damaging to Tim, because it was. But it wasn’t like he was fending for himself in terms of food. He didn’t have a support system, didn’t have a stable parental figure he could rely on and probably felt very isolated. He was emotionally independent from a young age out of necessity. He relied on himself to fix problems in his life, he didn’t have an adult fixing things for him. Bullies? No choice but to deal with it himself, even if that means going to the teachers without parental support. Homework trouble? On his own. Friendship issues? Figure it out yourself. Even lacking things like simple comfort when you’re overwhelmed can be damaging for a child. Tim ended up with a confidence in his own abilities that borders on arrogance but also horrible self-worth issues and a detached and analytical view of emotions in both himself and others.

Point is, before Tim became Robin he was at boarding school and did have adult supervision and meals provided to him, even if he didn’t get much or any personal attention. Tim wasn’t running around on Gotham’s rooftops every night or even every week. And his parents weren’t quite as awful as fanon makes them out to be.

[kultdog]

Timmy timbers

he so squishable he so **shakes him like a child with a barbie doll**

[starrykitty013]

He’s doing baby stalker thingz tm

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Tim Drake is usually called the smart Robin which I like don't get me wrong but all of the bats are smart and I do love my Tim but my Tim is just a bit different.

I want Tim drake half out of his mind fucking with Lex Luthor while he chugs 6 monsters. I want baby stalker who was heavy breathing putting together a red string murder board at 3:00 am with very sketchy stalker pictures of the Wayne's.

I want titans tower where Tim knew it was Jason and is about to home alone that shit. While also internally fanboying and giving Jason tips on how to murder the joker.

Tim Drake who doesn't get disturbed by Ra on Tuesday cause he knows Tim has plans with young Justice and Tim will destroy all of his bases again if he is bothered.

Tim who thought Damian was adorable and everytime he makes an attempt on his life gets a new paint set because that is the Drake way and no little brother of his isn't gonna understand premeditated murder.

TIM Drake who owns up to the clones and the boy who Kon knows is a little murdery gremlin and loves that about his boyfriend.

My Tim drake need to be balls to the wall fucking insane or I don't want that shit.

[deadsetobsessions]

“Trust me.”

By the gods, he does. Even when the tell tale cracks of lies web through Tim’s face, even when Dick hears the waver in Tim’s voice, all but indiscernible to those who didn’t know his baby brother like he did, Dick still puts his faith in Tim.

He has no choice. Not when he’s chained to the wall, broken and beaten and bloody. Not when backup is too far away and Bruce and Jason is slumped over unconscious. Not when Tim has to choose between them or himself. Not when Dick knows that that’s never a choice he’ll take for himself.

“Come back soon, baby bird.”

How could he be angry at Tim for lying when Dick is doing the same? How could he be angry that Tim broke free before any of them did and incapacitated the villains on his own when Dick would have done the same if he could? How could Dick be angry- no, he is angry, that Tim chooses to sacrifice himself to save the. Because there is no other way? He would have done the same, if he could.

“Yeah.”

But he couldn’t. And it’ll cost him Tim. Dick doesn’t want to loose another brother.

Tim tips forward into the glowing white portal, and the world flashes white.

Dick doesn’t have a choice.

——

It’s only when he’s Nightwing again, with a Jason that had not died, does he remember.

“Wing?!” Jason catches him as he stumbles. Flamebird. Jason goes by Flamebird. Not Red Hood.

Dick stands, roughly brushing Jason off in a way he’ll have to apologize for later. But right now, the vigilante puts in behind him as he swivels wildly to look for the thing- no, the person that unlocked his memories of Before.

It’s only now, does Dick understand what his heart’s been trying to tell him for years.

It’s only now, does he understand who he’s been missing for, for years.

It’s only when he’s facing the large lenses of a camera in front of pained, longing eyes, does Dick Grayson comprehend what he lost and who gave him everything he has now.

“Baby bird-!” The nickname tears out of him as Nightwing, as Dick, stumbles towards the curled up figure of his baby brother.

“Nightwing, what…?”

“Dick…?” Their stalker, Dick’s baby brother, asks, hope marring his voice.

“Baby bird.” He chants, pulling Timothy Drake into a hug, uncaring of the way the camera digs into him. “You’re here. You’re alive.”

Tim curls into the hug, hands gripping the back of the Nightwing suit.

“You remember…?”

“I missed you. Always. There was something missing and it was you, and you did it- we’re alive-!”

“I told you to trust me.”

And despite the sass, Dick could hear the waver in Tim’s voice. And this time, he’s free to act on it. Dick squeezes his little brother closer.

“I will always trust you, baby bird.”

“Uh. Wing. What the fresh fuck is happening?”

Dick pulls back, ready to cheerfully manhandle Tim into becoming a part of the Bats once more. He’d do something about Tim’s overworking habits, but even Dick knows a loosing battle when he sees one.

“Jay, this is Tim. “

——

“Wait. Someone shot Tarantula. Was that you…?”

“Heh,” Tim grins at him sheepishly behind a Batburger.