#batstalked

[thecrimsonhelmet]

Tumblr Text Posts “ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID???”

“I think we’ve already established that, for a while there, I had more than a few screws loose,” he deadpans, the helmet’s voice modulator making the words even more toneless. Jason would take the helmet off, but that right there is kind of his current predicament. It’s bashed up just enough and in just the right way that the latches are completely useless.

And it turns out that when he took all the C-4 out of his helmets way back when, he missed one of the spares. Trying to take it off without using the proper latching mechanisms will blow his head clean off.

Fucking figures this would come back to bite him in the ass.

God, if the helmet doesn’t kill him, Dean absolutely will.

Considering how difficult it’ll be to rewire the thing while he’s wearing it, Jason needs help. So, he’d explained everything to Tim, thinking he’d get a less severe reaction from him than he would Dick. So far, it’s looking like he thought wrong. He huffs, rolls his eyes. “Look, I meant to take it out of them all ages ago.” Dean already read him the riot act for it, thank you very much. “Clearly I missed one. It wasn’t intentional—I don’t actually have a death wish.” Most days, at least. “So are you gonna help or not?”

@batstalked (x)

[therebetterbepie]

[ MAPLE ] tim shakes dean's shoulders, begging him to wake up.

--- i don't remember being around a river...

it was the first thing dean heard and the first thought that crossed his mind. later he wouldn't be sure if it was actually the water that he washed up in that he heard, or the blood coursing through his ears. all he could hear was a deafening rushing sound. either way, that wasn't what pulled his mind out of the depths of unconsciousness. something far more urgent did.

or rather, someone in this case.

a familiar voice came through over the din of the rushing in his ears. he recognized the desperate tone but tim sounded far away, or like he was coming out of bad speakers. the shaking to his shoulders was jarring but that seemed to cut through harder. he felt like a car with a dead battery and the shakes to his limp shoulders were the jump he needed to crank the ignition over. there was a sudden rough intake and then everything hit him once like; reality crashing down on him like a ton of bricks.

that rough breath resulted in dean lurching to the side and vomiting up what felt like gallons of water. he hacked, coughed, and gasped trying to get everything out and some much needed air in. the sound of the river was coming through more clearly now and his own gasping breathing sounded almost too loud along side it. after a long moment he was able to fall onto his back and look up. he was unsurprised at tim's tear streaked face meeting his own. dean didn't hesitate to hold his arms out, just letting tim fall into them right there on the sandy and rocky shore of the river that he just fished him out of.

"i'm okay," he rasped out having no idea if that was actually true or not. he almost just drown and everything hurt but at least he was breathing; at least he made it out alive. he sputtered and coughed occasionally but he just clutched tim to him as he laid there recovering. he still didn't exactly know what happened. the last thing he remembered was a large shadow and then...tim begging for him to wake up.

"wh-what the hell was that?"

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒

@batstalked

[normaltothemax]

Jason’s phone pings with a text, it’s simple and matches a second sent to Dick in the same moment. it contains little more than coordinates to the abandoned cemetery, a time; midnight and a request to be there.

He's in the middle of cooking dinner when he gets the text. Wipes his hands on the towel slung over his shoulder before tugging his phone out of his pocket. The moment he sees the name on his screen, his brows fly up. Why the fuck is Tim texting him? Dread is quick to settle in his gut as he stares at his lock screen—Unread Message; Unlock for more—suddenly frozen in place, because the only reason Tim would willingly reach out to Jason, the only possible reason for it, is that something terrible has happened.

Someone got hurt.

Someone died.

Someone Jason wasn't there to protect because they're out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere in motherfucking Kansas.

Who's it going to be? a sadistic voice in his mind (that sounds an awful lot like the whispers of the long-gone Pit) jeers. Dean or Ben? He supposes it could be Eddie too, but he's nowhere near as close to him. He's not that close to Ben, either, but he's sure Tim knows he's got a soft spot for kids. (Most kids. Kids not named Timothy Jackson Drake, apparently. God, Jason really is a piece of shit, isn't he?) Claire and Dick are both accounted for, so it's got to be either Dean or Ben.

He abhors the knee-jerk, absolutely repulsive little part of him that very briefly thinks please god, don't let it be Dean.

All the breath leaves him in one big woosh when he finally unlocks his phone and reads the message. "Thank fuck." Okay. Good. That's good. No one's dead or dying. Fuck Tim for scaring him like that, but that's probably on Jason for not having message previews turned on (sue him for not wanting people sticking their noses in his business). He looks up the coordinates and raises a brow. An abandoned cemetery at midnight? Creepy. Vague. Ominous.

Jason can dig it.

[Tim - 6:47pm]: 👍 [Tim - 6:47pm]: Wouldn't want to be square.

Time to text Dick and see if he also got a message with the literal definition of bare minimum, in terms of explanations, or if he has a little more context than Jason.

@batstalked

[dramatisperscnae]

Dick’s phone pings with a text, it’s simple and matches a second sent to Jason in the same moment. it contains little more than coordinates to the abandoned cemetery, a time; midnight and a request to be there.

Dick knows instantly who it's from when his phone pings. Each one of his contacts has a specific ringtone and message sound, letting him know without having to look just who's trying to talk to him.

His phone is immediately out of his pocket, eyes scanning the message. Just why it's been sent remains a mystery, but if Tim's sending him co-ordinates and a time then he's not going to question it; there's always a reason for anything Tim does. He'll find out when he gets there.

[text: Timmy] I'll be there.

[thirst4justice]

"How am I going to do this without you?"

Stephanie's breath hitched for just a second. She hadn't expected that—not from him.

She tilted her head, studying Tim’s face in the dim glow of the Bat-Signal reflecting off Gotham’s skyline.

A smirk twitched at the corner of her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Pfft. Please.” She nudged his shoulder lightly, like that could shake away whatever weight had settled on him.

“You’re Tim freaking Drake. Genius detective, master strategist, guy who probably has backup plans for his backup plans.”

Her voice softened, just a little. “You’re gonna do what you always do. Figure it out.” She then bumped her forehead lightly against his. “But, you know… just because you can do it without me doesn’t mean you have to.”

[kryptonianclone]

💖💚

reasons to date/not date my muse || Accepting

💖 for a reason TO date my muse

Kon's got TTK! Imagine all the possibilities of having tactile telekinesis. This man can hold your hand from so far away or give you a good hug from across the room. I don't even need to mention the other practical uses of having TTK!

💚 for a reason NOT to date my muse

Literally he will not shut up about the fact he has TTK you're going to get sick of it really fast. Like he knows this power is cool and now he's made it seriously uncool because he wants to talk about having it all the time. It's a self confidence issue I think.

[ofwondcr]

@batstalked said: [ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

  thank  the  gods  cassie  was  alone  when  her  phone  vibrated  and  a  single  text  notificaiton  lit  up  her  screen.  the  moment  she  read  the  words  a  loud  cackle  burst  from  her  chest. she  had  the  strongest  urge  that  tim  wasn't  fully  in  his  right  mind  when  she  got  a  call  from  tim  at  2 am  sounding  truly  out  of  it ,  but  the  confirmation  was  nice.

[ CONTACT : BIRD BRAIN ] well ,  i  now  know  in  extensive  detail  how  you  would  describe  the  color  of  kon's  eyes [ CONTACT : BIRD BRAIN ] so  like [ CONTACT : BIRD BRAIN ] that's  knowledge  i  absolutely  didn't  need  to  know.

cassie  paused  for  a  moment ,  thinking  back  to  the  conversation  again  before  smiling  to  herself.

[ CONTACT : BIRD BRAIN ] anyways ,  you  gonna  tell  him  this  or  is  this  special  knowledge  for  me  and  me  alone?

prompt ( accepting ) 

[svperboi]

@batstalked: ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ

Kon blinked. had Rob really just...

" Did you just kiss me? " he asked, looking startled. sure, it was a lil kiss on the head but that was still waaaay more affection than he'd ever gotten from the Robin. a little grin starts to grow on his lips,

" I knew it! You do care about me! "

Send ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ to kiss the top of my muse's head! | accepting!

[therebetterbepie]

--- "no, i didn't mean it like that," he promised with a weak smile. "i just mean you were just ready to make that hard choice like everyone else had around you. not to fit in but because you knew that was your moment, like it was there's, 'cause you've seen this shit way too many times before." but he listened as tim went on to explain the rest. about how life was for him every night as a vigilante, about how he had survivors guilt, and how everything in the last couple days had passed. it was clear that it really had been a hard choice, not that dean thought it was easy. he knew what it was like to weigh your life in your hands and decide if you were ready to risk it, or worse, give it up completely. and he knew tim would have planned for the worst case scenario because that was what the bats did. that was why the others were in the graveyard. somebody there in case they didn't take out the gate. it hit dean in that moment that while tim admitted he was scared in the car, he must have really been terrified and it made dean ache thinking it. "you shoulda road with eddie," he sighed out, thinking at least he knew. but that didn't really matter now. "i'm just sorry it came down to this, bud. you know i never wanted that for you. i know you did what you felt like you had to but i just...i'll always wish that went different."

as soon as tim started tearing up dean turned to lean up against the bed with him and slipped his arm around his shoulders to hang onto him. it wasn't exactly what he was expecting to hear, he wasn't surprised that there was something between kon and tim, but the confession and tim's timing were. dean blew out a breath because he could see why tim was upset and scared. that did have to be rough on kon, but the way that kid held and protected tim was pretty telling as well. "i don't think he's pissed at you for the reason you think he is," dean spoke out calmly and rubbed a hand up and down his arm. it wasn't that hard for him to put himself in kon's shoes but confession or not that was still his best friend. "i'm sure he ain't super happy about the timing, don't get me wrong, but if i was kon...i'd just be pissed you didn't tell me anything. like i was pissed at eddie. before you woke up we had a little...talk. and by talk i mean i blew up at him and acted like a real asshole. don't work yourself up, we're fine. but you just gotta let kon...feel his feelings." he rubbed at the back of his neck as he said it. "there's no way he's gonna hate you, even for this. when you care about someone that much you know it's gonna be okay. it's been a rough day on him but as soon as everyone else gets a chance to see you, i bet he'll be right back in here. you'll see. you're just tradin' your survivor's guilt in for somethin' else here. that's all."

a sort of soggy laugh leaves him as Dean talked about his take on what Tim had just said. it would have been amusing how much gets lost in translation sometimes. Tim can only shake his head softly and wipe his nose with the back of the hand sans IV. "you make it sound like i did it to fit in," he snorts. "for most of us… when you pick up the whole vigilante thing you have to accept that every night could be your last. right place wrong time. wrong place wrong time. for me a line could have snapped. the wall could have given way. there's so much that could go wrong at all times. and it did, don't get me wrong. so much in my life went wrong… but it --- it's survivors guilt, i guess. i was always the last one standing. so it wasn't like it was my time to shine. it was just… 'oh. this is it. this is where i have to look death in the face and choose.' i didn't want to. i wanted something else to jump out and say there's another way. that's why i kept going over my notes the whole way here… but there wasn't another way."

and he hates that he had to put them all through it. because he knows what it's like to be the one standing there helpless. to be the one left behind to pick up the pieces. hell, he was still in pieces from everything that happened in his life. but he was putting himself together slowly. it helped that he was surrounded by people who didn't push him away when they cut themselves on a sharp edge. they just helped him wear it down and moved onto the next. this wasn't a 'team' built on secrets and contingencies plans.

the untethered hand wipes at his face. annoyed with himself that he couldn't keep himself together long enough not to keep crying. "i… i told him and then i slit my own throat. i made him listen to my heart stop after telling him that i loved him… i wouldn't be so sure on the not hating me front. i'd hate me." he did hate himself for it. but fear made you do stupid things in the heat of the moment. even if it was a horrible excuse. "all… all i could think about was when he'd died. and how i'd never get the chance to tell him. but then he came back and i didn't want to fuck it up so i… i still didn't tell him. and then this happened and i just -- i couldn't potentially die for good and not tell him. and i get why he's pissed. it was pretty shitty of me to do."

as much as Tim hopes that this is a situation that they can get through. he doesn't want to get his hopes up either. just because Kon said that he loved him too doesn't mean that what he'd done wont be too much for Kon to get past.

there was still a chance that he'd fucked everything up.

[sanni276]

Joker Jr. AU but a bit different

I have recently seen and read several Tim Drake AU's where he is Joker Jr. They were all really interesting but I noticed how Tim was (obviously since that's like the main trait of the Joker) always insane in these fics, which has given me the following idea: Tim is Joker Jr. but he is not insane and actually purposefully became him to at as a spy.

Hear me out: Little 11/12-year old Timothy was out at night doing some nighttime photography (*cough* batstalking *cough*) when he witnessed the Joker doing something so brutally sick and wrong (Barbara being shot maybe?) that Tim decided that Joker needed to be stopped and it had to happen soon. Somewhere in that thought process it somehow got into his head that he had to do something.

I am sadly not actually smart enough to explain to you how he did it, but Tim tricks the Joker into making him his "son" and into thinking that he is insane. However instead of bringing chaos and harm upon the people of Gotham, Tim is using JJ as a cover to infiltrate the world of Gotham's rogues and send warnings to the police and citizens before attacks so they can be stopped or at least as many people saved as possible.

Another use of Tim pretending to be JJ is, that he can slowly convince Harley to leave the Joker over time and even better: Joker might take him to Ethiopia where Tim saves Jason. Through Jason's vague memories of being rescued in the last second by a child that was with the Joker? the Bat's finally become aware of the fact that Joker has a child (i imagine that they only heard rumours about it before and they kind of brushed it off since the story didn't really add up or some other excuse like that). They are obviously very concerned but when they finally find Tim and expect to meet a traumaticzed child that has become close to insanity, this happens instead:

*Batman and co. dramatically landing on the roof JJ is standing on*

*Tim turning around and starting to wave exitedly when he sees them*: Hi :)! Omg I can't believe I'm meeting you guys, i am a big fan do you need something from me? Information maybe? That would be no problem although you might have to wait a bit if you need like specific info on a rogue because i would have to investigate first and-

Nightwing: Wtf B?! You told me to come from Blud tonight since I am the best of us with children but I wouldn't touch whatever this is with a ten-foot-pole.

Batman (ignoring his son): Hello Timothy (yeah they figured out his identity), we are here to rescue you from the Joker and bring you home to your family.

Tim: Rescue me? Why would you have to rescue me? *whispering to himself* and my parents have found out i'm not at drake manor? I am going to have to check they're travel plans again.

*Bat's sharing a concerned glance*

Jason: I know this is hard to understand for you and you must be so scared, but Joker is very dangerous. We can help you. You are safe now and you don't need to defend him.

*Tim looking at them with a confused Pikachu face*: Ewwww, I would rather drop my camera off a roof than defend the Joker. I think we are having a little misunderstanding right now.

Tim, completly convinced from his Hero's greatness, just assumed that the Bat's knew about his existence, who he was and that he was only pretending to be a rogue. Why wouldn't they? There the best detectives in the world after all!

He then procedes to explain to them how he is literally the perfect spy, since his parents wouldn't even really miss him if he died and he already made contingencies that would assure all the data and evidence he has on people would be automatically deleted.

The Bat's leave that rooftop not only without Tim, but also somehow even more concerned than before.

In conclusion: Give me an AU that is just Tim my sweet-summer child doing the most reckless shit that is somehow atually very helpful for everyone while the Batfam is just desperatly trying and failing to convince Tim that he has no obligation for what he is doing and that his sacrifice would not be worth it (during the many encounters they have, Tim slowly turns out to be the perfect adoption bait and I think we all already know how this is going to end.)

This is literally my first ever tumblr post or post about the batfam so I hope I did this the right way and this was somewhat possible to enjoy. Please tell me if i made any mistakes since english isn't my first language and feel free to write fic's using my idea!

[sleepberries]

okay so i'm working on the next non one-shot for my spideyhood series and it's going to be the peter meeting the wayne's fic?

rn i really like the idea of a "five times the wayne's meet peter and one time he meets them", where peter is getting lowkey batstalked. i've got a pretty decent outline rn and hope i can be working on it next week !!

[therebetterbepie]

Came for the hot af muse. Stayed for the hot af writer. ;)

outofpie;

you're just trying to get into my pants.

and it's working.

damn right baby.

Tell me why you followed my blog and what made you stay

@batstalked

[thecrimsonhelmet]

Jason shrugged, because honestly? He didn’t have much of an argument against that. Sure, he was a hell of a lot better these days than he used to be, but the bar for that was still really fucking low. Back when he’d first started out as the Red Hood, the C-4 had seemed like a good idea. It still did, to an extent—like fuck was he going to get tortured to death (or nearly to death) again. If he was going to get captured with no way out, if he was going to ever find himself in the hands of the Joker again, having a failsafe to save both himself a lot of (mental, emotional, and physical) pain and take his captors out with him was just pragmatic.

“I don’t currently have a death wish,” he corrected. Was that better, Timothy? “If I did, I would’ve just tried getting it off myself, rather than calling you. Like I said, this was one of my spares. Haven’t had to use it in ages. I must’ve missed it when I took all the explosives out of the others.” Getting blown up wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory of his. Unless it was entirely necessary, unless he had no other options, he didn’t want to relive it.

Jason thought for a moment, trying to remember where exactly he’d put the C-4. He cringed. “It’s kinda…all over. Uh…” Yeah, past-him had been an idiot. An idiot that didn’t want to leave any chance of survival if the helmet went off while he was wearing it. “Around the seams are all clear, but the helmet’s rigged to go off if anyone tampers with it.” With would make this even more difficult. “There’s a repairs mode, though, for whenever I needed to get in to make modifications without blowing myself up. You got a computer? You can switch it to that remotely, if you can get into the systems without tripping any of my safeguards.”

"i don't think you have any screws left." the comment was scoffed as Jason makes himself comfortable in the chair. he had no idea what could have possibly made Jason think that any part of this was a good idea. but again, it was Jason that he was talking about. putting C4 anywhere near your head was insane. but again… Jason.

"don't really believe you on that one at this point." it would be really hard to convince anyone that he wasn't suicidal with actual C4 fully ready to blow his brains out at any given second. but whatever Tim would just have to deal with the situation as usual. digging through a drawer for a toolkit that might help with the insane things that he was likely going to have to do in order to get this damn thing off the elder's head.

dumping a bunch of tools onto the table next to the other, Tim sucks in a deep breath. "where exactly is the C4, Jason?" because the last thing that he needed was to accidently set it off and kill both of them. or worse only kill Jason and have to live with that one his conscious. Tim doubted that the Lazarus Pit would be able to fix something like that.

[normaltothemax]

@therebetterbepie from here

Fuck Dean, fuck the replacement, and fuck this whole stupid situation. There was no way in hell Jason was going to stay for this little talk that Dean clearly had planned. Tim had obviously gotten suckered into it—maybe he didn’t know about the whole “serious conversations over a meal” thing yet—but Jason was no sucker.

Fingers curled around the doorknob and Jason fully planned on getting the fuck out of there. It didn’t matter what Dean had to say, Jason wasn’t going to listen. But that tone. It made him hesitate, because that was the tone Dean got when he knew something Jason didn’t. When he had the upper hand and he knew it.

Jason didn’t like that tone.

Eyes narrowed, he looked over his shoulder, expression souring at the sight of his own damn gun in Dean’s hand. That was a dirty fucking play, right there. “Give me my gun, Dean.” There was a clear warning in his voice—Jason was not in the mood to play around. Not today. Not like this.

[dreadofred]

what soft romance cliché are you?

OH...

the italicized oh. often seen in romance novels and fanfics. when a character looks at someone, wondering why their chest tightens when they're near, why their heart beats quicken at the slightest touches, why they lose their breathe at the sight of them and suddenly realization dawns on them— oh. they've been in love for a long time now.

you are soft and quiet, probably the most overlooked. though when you love, you fall deeply. i'm sure you have a lot of anxieties when it comes to love, and you're more inclined to fall in love with a longtime friend than a stranger. though, your love is pure. and maybe if you have someone in mind, this is your sign to tell them.

Quietly closes out of test's app...

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[thirst4justice]

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

Stephanie barely had time to process it. One second, Tim was there, rattling off some last-minute reminder, and the next—press of lips, warmth against her cheek, and then gone.

She blinked.

Brain catching up.

Processing.

“…Did you just—” She turned, but he was already halfway gone, moving with that typical mission-focused efficiency, like he hadn’t just casually dropped that on her.

Her hand shot up, fingers brushing against her cheek as if confirming yep, that really just happened.

She scoffed, shaking her head with an exasperated half-smile. “Okay, Drake. Just gonna do that and run, huh?”

Not that she was flustered or anything. Nope. Not at all.

And she was definitely not standing there, lingering for a second longer than necessary, before rolling her eyes and heading off in the opposite direction.