#edit: i have been informed that yes it was tim drake

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[dairy-farmer]

Sexy Videos Informer Au? owo?

Consider this! Nightwing? NOT in space. Cannon is what cannon does, but now with Extra Nightwing Action(tm)! Jason and him bond. Nearly die! Get beat to hell and back. Nearly die HARDER. But Do Not!

They ARE laid up in the hospital though. Bruce is playing the "it's all my faaaaault" game. More focused on beating people up then investigating serious crimes. Not good.

Enter stage: Literally Next Door! Timmy! *polite applause*

He has a shameful, shameful hobby! No it's not THAT. (Yet.) You see, on the internet? There are, and I should warn you to brace yourself, perverts and NERDS! Gasps, pearls clutched, questions asked of parliament! I know, I know. I too, was shocked. SHOCKED I say! But it's true.

And our dear Tim? Largely unsupervised.

He stumbled upon... Interesting(tm) internet communities. One of which was the "Capies". Individuals with Hero-sonas.

Yes it is EXACTLY as problematic as it sounds. People have accidentally gotten shot. No, it has not stopped them. And yes, it routinely gives the JLA a raging headache. Luckily, most of the costumes aren't very good.

MOST of them.

Tim Drake is NOT a mediocre child who settles for "good enough". HIS Hero-Sona, Magpie, wears MILITARY-grade reinforced clothing! It's styled of Batman's get up. He feels Really Cool when he wears it.

But... thing it? He only every wore it around the house. He's not a REAL hero. Not like his Robins. But? He IS pretty sneaky! And with a few additions? He bets he can help? Just a little.

"A little" he says.

He blows five smuggling rings wide open. And so begins Bruce's ongoing stress migraine. The very fast child with DANGEROUS information, who's clearly been spying on MOB BOSSES and ROUGES, that he can't catch! Not him. Not Robin, once he recovers. Not even Nightwing!

YEARS pass. And he's only getting FASTER. Bruce is starting to legitimately consider Dick's offer to have the Speedsters grab him. Magpie may not be Bat trained, but he's clearly an Ally, and they NEED to talk.

Meanwhile? Tim found out for a lot of Capies, it's a sex thing. Not a cosplay thing. He... learned some stuff about himself.

Decided to document himself, learning about himself. For, you know, when he's a good enough hacker he won't INSTANTLY get caught the second his costume shows up on the internet. Frickin Oracle.

His first videos are kinda clumsy. Good angles, obviously, but he didn't know WHAT to do with himself. Was embarrassed to spread his legs that wide. But then he figured it out. Got his toys.

Probes to reach reeeeal deep and plugs that pop wetly in and out. Dildos he learned how to work into himself. How to rock his hips in a way that felt so, so good. How not to be embarrassed. Let himself moan and gasp, whimper and whine as loud as he wanted.

Learned how many little vibrating eggs would FIT. Pushed in, one after another, til he was all gushy and full to the brim. Learned how many times he could gush. He even got a sybian!

He kept his videos all on a flash drive. On him, obviously, so they'd be safe.

Until they WEREN'T safe. Batman came out of NO WHERE. They struggle. Batman goes to pin him! And? Tim sacrifices his jacket to escape. It's only when he's home and ready to unwind that horror sets in. The flash drive was in his chest pocket.

Batman has his sex tapes.

And he more the just has them. He is actively WATCHING them. Watching as Tim works himself over. As his poor little hole is stretched and fucked. Made sloppy, twitching, and wet. Denied the real thing at every turn.

Watchs him play with his little chest. Stroke along his body, as he admits to- And Bruce brain screeches to a halt. Watching as Tim desperately rides a toy he's dubbed "Batman". Listening to him gasp and whine. Catching EVERY "Br-" that cuts to a "Bat", as Magpie catches himself.

Magpie knows who he is.

Wants him. BADLY. And was not planning on revealing it. These videos have yet to be edited. More then one sort of thrill runs through Bruce at the thought. He wonders what sorts of incriminating information Magpie forgot to remove, from the background of his videos? He'll have to watch them to know.

It's hardly a hardship, he muses, watching Magpie twitch and gasp through an orgasm. He can already spot no less then three different identifiable routes of investigation in the background. With every one he spots, he's narrowing down his suspect pool.

And Tim? Seriously considering BURNING his costume. No one can knooooow. He... he should skip town. Leave the country! Become a HERMIT! Oh god, Batman know he masturbates to him!!! His life is OVER. There's no coming back from thi-! *casual knock on a window*

Is that Batman on his balcony?

Huh. It is.

PANIC.

He doesn't even make to the door. Bruce is full on Victorious Shark grinning and Tim should NOT find that hot, since he's OBVIOUSLY about to die here.

He doesn't die. He ends up naked, pinned to his own bed, fucked deep and slow on the biggest cock he's ever taken in his LIFE, as Bruce casually explains what's GOING to happen. Tim WILL being joining them. WILL be receiving training. WILL be accompanying to several upcoming galas, dress nicely, and then he's GOING to be fucking Tim through the mattress.

No more running. Understood?

Tim is pretty sure he can TASTE the dick in him. Would agree to pretty much anything to make Bruce move faster. To make him stop TEASING. Yep. Anything you say. First born? All yours.

Bruce? Fucks him UNCONSCIOUS. Stays nice and deep, to keep himself warm and keep Tim full. Goes full marathon until he gets Tim to agree to join Team Bat and pretty much anything else he can think off. You know, like a cheater. Because Tim, as he quickly learns, will agree to pretty much ANYTHING when Bruce is pounding him.

-🐼

😍😍😍😍😍 tim making little sex tapes and bruce getting ahold of them!!!😍😍

[15minlatewithbatbucks]

untitled janet/talia, Bruce's bio kid Tim AU -> no choice but to love you pt. 5

Janet didn’t know what looked worse for her: bringing a boy that looked extremely familiar to see Bruce Wayne or the bag she had thrown over her shoulder that was clearly a mommy tote bag. It was packed with water and snacks and all the color books Tim could reasonably fit in it (seven, with one of them being a jumbo edition that boasted over 100 pages of activities).

In her defense, Tim tended to warm up best when talking to strangers if he was given something to do with his hands. He’d bonded with many of his early education tutors over a mean session of coloring. He could clearly write his alphabet and the names of everyone in his family when asked. If he didn’t have to look away from his coloring, he could ever recite the addresses of both their town home and Jack’s office as well as Janet and Jack’s phone numbers.

It got easier to get him to talk, but until Tim felt comfortable Bruce was just going to have to deal with it. She already had plans of setting Tim up over on the sofa near Bruce’s little in house coffee bar. He’d be close, but the adults could still speak.

The truth was coming out and they had to get their stories straight.

The man behind the front desk was the same today and his eyes lingered on Tim for what felt like an eternity as Janet approached. Before his attention could become too noticeable, he smiled at them both, just as warm as the day before. Gratefully, Janet greeted Ron by name and he took pleasure in making a little event out of making Tim his own visitor’s pass.

The little boy’s smile was blinding as he helped arrange the sticker just so on his little plaid button up.

“What do we say, Tim?” Janet reminded, smiling as he ran his fingers over the front of his shirt and the sticker in lines.

“Thank you, sir,” he supplied, not looking up, but flashing a gap toothed smile. He scrubbed his fingers over the rougher texture of the cloth and smoothed them with the smooth glide over the sticker with apparent delight.

“No problem, little buddy,” Ron assured him. “That’s a polite boy you have there. Did you need the whole spiel again, Mrs. Drake?”

“No, I think I can remember,” she said, smile dimming. It was almost pathological the way she wanted to break down and ask what he thought about a strange woman arranging a sudden appointment with Bruce Wayne only to show up with a child the next day. She was desperate to know what people were thinking, how they were judging her.

Her life was going to be a terrible cliché from here on out.

Janet wished him well and Tim waved as she took him by his free hand and led him to the elevators.

“Mommy? Um, Mom, I mean,” Tim said in stops and starts, peering up at her. He’d unfortunately taken it to heart when Jack told him that big boys didn’t call their parents Mommy or Daddy. “This isn’t Da-. Um. This isn’t the office.”

Janet hitched her tote bag higher on her shoulder and wished again that frantic web searches at 3am were more helpful. Tim wasn’t deaf; he’d definitely heard Jack yelling that Tim wasn’t his son and had obviously readily internalized the information.

It didn’t help that Jack had staunchly refused to even look at Tim since.

“Remember what I said in the car, baby? About Mr. Wayne?” she prompted and Tim’s little face scrunched up in thought. It may have been all of fifteen minutes ago, but if Tim had been distracted by anything while she was talking, the conversation was as good as lost to the sands of time.

“He works here?” he guessed, still a little mystified as Janet herded him into the elevator. It was thankfully empty.

“Yes he does. His office is all the way at the top,” she explained. “And he’s your dad. Remember?”

“There was an oopsie where babies come from,” Tim remembered. “And instead of- And my dad is actual someone else.”

“Pretty big oopsie,” Janet agreed. “I’m sorry, Timmy. It’s not fair.”

“It’s okay,” he patted their joined hands. “I’m sorry Daddy, um. I’m sorry J-Jack is mad.”

Janet wanted to scoop him up and assure him that none of this was his fault, but the elevator was already sliding open on their destination. Stepping off, Janet was startled to see Emma already looking their way eagerly. She seemed, if possible, in higher spirits than yesterday. She wondered what Bruce told her.

[it-is-i-zim]

Captain Boomerang's Current Origin, And What Information Should Be Considered Irrelevant

I understand that not a lot of people give this character the chance because of his 1987 Suicide Squad counterpart. Yes. I know that that specific Captain Boomerang was a racist douchebag. If you had actually bothered to read anything other than the 1987 run, you'd know he's got more to him that being a racist douchebag. In fact, you'd realize he's only a racist douchebag in that specific Suicide Squad run.

Let's start with his most recent Encyclopedia entry from DC Comics Encyclopedia: New Edition (2021)

From here let's go to the Classic Stories Section. Yes, I'm aware that in the Classic Stories, and On the Record sections it mentions Identity Crisis. A comic that famously includes Owen Mercer, Captain Boomerang II.

As of 2018, in Suicide Squad with Rebirth, and more specifically issue 47 of the 2016 Suicide Squad run, Owen Mercer is actually going by The Bunyip. An Australian criminal. Born and raised in Australia by his single mother, who is not Meloni Thawne, but an unnamed Australian woman.

As you can see, he is clearly not Captain Boomerang II, like he was Pre-Flashpoint. And Knight Terrors: Robin further implies that Owen Mercer was not present during the time of Digger's death within the context of the current canon. Owen Mercer was a parallel to Tim Drake and most likely would have been included if they were keeping the idea of him taking up the mantle after his father's passing.

In terms of Captain Boomerang's origins we must go back to issue 2 of the 2016 Suicide Squad run to get the full scope of things, since issue 47 is, in a sense, a continuation of what was told in issue 2.

Right off the bat, in the sort of afterwards of issue 2, which is specifically relevant to Captain Boomerang, you get a little bit of his origin story.

His father, a member of the US Military, left him with his mother in Kurrumburra, Australia when he was just a boy.

To explain a bit more, we must jump back just a little further in his origins back to New 52 with issue 27 of the 2011 Suicide Squad run.

As shown here he was taught my his mother, though the writer incorrectly calls him Owen. Issue 3 of this run confirms the Captain Boomerang of this run is in fact George "Digger" Harkness, and not his son, Owen Mercer. And DC Comics Encyclopedia: New Edition (2021) actually helps with this, specifically mentioning the events that were also going on in this run as well, specifically mentioning Yo-Yo and Basilisk, as well as being given the fake detonator.

If this Captain Boomerang was Owen Mercer, he would look more like this:

And now like this, which is how he was shown in issue 28, a direct continuation of issue 27, of the 2011 Suicide Squad run:

Which clearly looks how Digger does in Vol 3 of The Flash.

Furthermore, issues 18 and 19, part of the Flash's Sins of the Father storyline, not to be confused with the Batman storyline with the same name, which is part of Flash's 2016 comic which takes place during Rebirth, further connects the New 52 events with Rebirth in terms of the Suicide Squad by keeping Daniel West's death as the Reverse Flash within the New Suicide Squad, which takes place right after the 2011 Suicide Squad run, as shown in issue 30 of that run, completely canon.

Back to the topic of his origin, later on in life he joined the military. Supposedly anyway. It's mentioned in issue 2 of the 2016 Suicide Squad run.

Regardless of whether or not you believe his words, the DC Comics Encyclopedia: New Edition (2021), yet again, confirmed that he does have that military background now, as well as adding the fact that he became a secret agent in the Australian Secret Service, which is also confirmed in issue 47 of the 2016 Suicide Squad run, as well in Captain Boomerang's entry in the DC Comics Encyclopedia: New Edition (2021).

Multiple events have also occurred that completely negates a vast majority of the 1987 Suicide Squad. For starters, in 2 different comics, specifically issue 2 and 47 of the 2016 Suicide Squad, which the DC Comics Encyclopedia: New Edition (2021) confirms both as canon, he's quick to point out stuff that are culturally insensitive.

This completely negates the blatantly racist statement he made in the no longer canon comic, that is not referenced AT ALL in the DC Comics Encyclopedia: New Edition (2021).

Another one being in the Suicide Squad 2021, Sam Scudder is very clearly alive.

Sam Scudder being dead played a big part in Captain Boomerang's story in the 1987 comic. Because he was using his costume to be Mirror Master. Digger became Mirror Master to commit crimes in secret. With him being alive here, makes a good chunk of Suicide Squad 1987 is wrong.

Back to his origin, let's go to The Flash Vol 3, since a lot of people really like to bring this up. Yes, Betty Harkness is shown in this comic. Within the context of the much older canon, that this was intended to be a part of, it does make sense. Yes, I am aware the Encyclopedia mentions it. This doesn't mean the information is relevant and up to date. As explicitly stated in issue 27 of the 2011 Suicide Squad comic, his mother is now canonically aboriginal. That is supposed to be Digger. The older comics are not supposed to fit with the new canon, something DC has clearly overlooked. The new canon just does not fit in with this specific comic. It also places him as a toy mascot, not someone in the military as well as the Secret Service, as seen above. That is what's been established. That is what's canon.

These are the only things from this story I can see actually fitting in with what DC has stated and has shown to be part canon.

It ties in with the protecting his mom line he mentioned in issue 2 of the 2016 Suicide Squad, that I've already shown. He loves his mother. On multiple occasions throughout the 2016 Suicide Squad comic, he's cried out for his mother. He's very clearly shown to be a bit of a mamma's boy. If she ended up marrying someone abusive, like Ian in this comic, it would make sense why he would want to protect his mother from an abusive asshole. This is coming from an abuse survivor who wanted to protect my dad at times, btw. I mean... Turns out he was just as bad too, but that's not relevant to what I'm talking about. What I'm trying to say is that I've been in his shoes. I know what that's like. So I should know better than anyone, especially people who don't actually know anything about him.

And even then with the 2016 comic, it makes it seem like it wasn't Ian Harkness who abused him, but his Aunt Mabel, as seen in issue 35.

Everything else just simply doesn't fit with what DC established, including what was stated in the Encyclopedia.

This is no longer his mother. This only fits within the old canon.

This is his mother now. Get over it. This is what is considered canon.

He did not get his costume from being a toy mascot. This information is considering incorrect now. Get over it.

He canonically got his costume from being a secret agent.

Yes, there is a brief mention of him being a toy mascot but with the information we have in canon, it's far more likely that this was more of an undercover mission of sorts. He's a Secret Agent now. If you can't accept that, you're wrong.

In absolutely none of the comics I've mentioned above, with the exception of the no longer canon 1987 Suicide Squad, has Captain Boomerang ever made a racist statement. 1987 was 36 years ago. The run ended nearly 32 years ago. In hasn't been referenced in the current canon in any way.

He is no longer racist and should not be treated as though that was at one point part of his character. I get that outside of canon, it was part of a story that existed, but with the established current canon, he would not be racist. Some people need to learn to accept this instead of trying to argue with people who actually fucking know what they're talking about. This may come across as rude, but I've had to explain this time and time again and it's getting on my nerves that people try to argue with me about his canon when I know what I'm talking about.

Origin stories can and will change. And that should be fine. I shouldn't have to argue about this over and over but here I am, still having to explain this man.

[jwritesandrambles]

“Supposed to Be”

Hi there! Yeah I still barely use tumblr but hey lookit I did the wrote thing down!!!!

I would like to give a bit thank you to @schweeeppess and @dragonsworn05 for editing my messy dyslexic rambles. @noroomforcream and @just-a-little-in-over-my-head  did some really cool art for this! 

(if I missed tagging someone, it’s not personal I appreciate you so much, I’m just posting in a rush mwauh)

Jason was back in Gotham. For the second time since he died, actually.

The last time hadn’t gone well. Technically, it had gone according to plan--for the most part--but Jason was still shambling together the broken pieces of his mind. Back then in December, all that was left of Jason were the shards of hurt and anger. He had been living for nothing but the idea of someone else’s death. Coming back to the real world, away from the sheltered and hidden places of the League of Shadows and the All-Caste, seemed to bring a bit of him back. Seeing Bruce, talking to him…everything that went down, and the reminder that he cared about him--loved him, even--it woke something up in Jason. Something that he thought had died along with him and never came back. 

He had spent a year by himself, taking any mercenary jobs he could get, trying to find something other than the all consuming anger that had fuelled him for the past few years, but his travels didn’t matter now, as he stood in a back alley of Gotham, the protective red helmet tucked under his arm. He wished his replacement, Tim Drake, hadn’t chosen this particular alley to meet up in. 

The balcony and rickety old fire escape were unforgettable to Jason. It was where he had met the Bat, after trying to jack the tires off one of those many damn expensive cars that Bruce had. Not only where it began, but where he once thought it would end. It was only a year ago he had stood, gun trained on Bruce, the man he had, for a time, called father. His voice shook and tears rolled down his cheeks, “it would be so easy to kill you.”

Jason was ripped from his reminiscing as a soft thud signaled that Red Robin had landed behind him. Jason flinched more than he’d like to admit, but fought the urge to draw his weapon. Quick reflexes was a nice way of saying jumpy. 

“Hood,” The teen greeted. 

“Replacement,” Jason said with a nod, echoing Tim’s tone back at him, relaxing. 

“Weren’t you a replacement too?” Tim pointed out, seeming to take no offence. 

Jason shrugged, “True. I’m not denying it. Just as long as you know that’s probably what B expects. Another Grayson,” he mumbled. 

Sure, he was less angry than before, but that didn’t mean Jason wasn’t a bitter son of a bitch. 

Tim bit the inside of his lip, an awkward and slightly uncomfortable look on the visible part of his face. It flickered away and was replaced with a more professional, neutral expression as he cleared his throat. 

“Yes... well... We’re here for a job so let’s focus. You got all the information B sent you?” He was honestly trying his best, but he was hesitant about this mission. Could anyone blame him? Jason Todd had proven himself to be... volatile. The memories of Jason’s violence were all too fresh in Tim’s mind. 

“Yeah, I got it. I read the file over,” he mumbled. He puffed out a weak breath, “Scarecrow set up a chemical mixing shop by the docks, at least one shipment has come in, but we can expect more, right? Anything I missed?” Jason asked, rummaging through his coat pockets. 

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He had been trying to quit, but he didn’t want to be getting distracted with cravings while trying to focus on the mission. 

Tim watched him quietly as he lit off, smelling the tobacco from up on his perch. 

“Um... yes, that’s all,”  the teen dragged his teeth along the edge of his lip. The skin felt slightly raw and sore from his empty minded nibbling. 

Jason started walking off down the alley, leaving a slight trail of lingering smoke in damp air. Tim followed. 

“So,” Jason pulled the cigarette from his lips, careful not to let his helmet slip from under his arm. He held it between his first and second fingers, “Uh.. Why’d you have us meet here instead of anywhere closer to the docks?” He asked, trying to break the awkwardly growing silence.

“Scarecrow has patrols circulating around the docks. We’re less likely to be spotted if we’re not waiting around there to meet up,” Tim explains with a little shrug.

Jason hummed a brief note of understanding, “Oh yeah, that makes sense. I’m, uh, I haven’t worked with anyone in... years,” Jason paused, taking another drag from the smouldering cigarette, “Y’know, really nothing team oriented since working with B. Even then I was a shitty teammate,” he laughed hollowly.

Tim nodded, thinking about what Jason’d just said. Had it really been that long? Maybe… maybe the fact that Jason was even admitting to being a bad teammate didn’t bode well. It could mean trouble for them later. If it was so obvious that even Jason could admit it, perhaps Tim shouldn’t have done this team-up. 

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Tim ran to catch up to Jason quickly, “Wait... how old are you?” He asked upon reaching him. 

“I’m t- uh... hold on, well... how long was I gone?” He asked Tim in return. 

“You were thought to be dead for five years,” Tim told him, in a tone like he was reciting a Wikipedia page written about the formally deceased, wayward Wayne boy. Now that Jason thought of it, he was certain Bruce had a file written up on him now. Bruce had written up for every major criminal in Gotham city. 

Jason let out a low whistle and soft huff, “I must be… twenty one now? Weird.”

“So... you didn't know how old you were till now?” Tim raised a brow, causing the mask to shift.

“Yeaahh,” Jason drew the word out sarcastically, pretending to took him deep thought to reconcile. “Somethin’ about the severe head trauma, dying, comin’ back, and being isolated from the normal world for years, all while being a wreck the whole time seems to have made my memory a lil’ fuzzy,” Jason said with a wry, sarcastic smile.

Tim seethed silently, letting out a series of apologetic mumbles, eyes dropping to ground ahead of him- it was a tactless and rude thing to ask, and Tim should’ve known that! 

Jason laughed weakly, hand quickly coming up towards him and... ruffled Tim’s hair? The boy hadn’t even had a chance to recoil. He was just confused; that was the last thing he’d expect from Jason.

The man stubbed out his cigarette and lumbered on ahead of Tim, dropping it in the trash, “Don’t worry about it, kid. I was just being a bitch, you’re fine.”

Tim opened and closed his mouth, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. A man who tried to kill him only a year ago had just ruffled his hair?! He decided not to comment on it, because-- after all--what the hell could he even say?

Tim cleared his throat again, “We should get into position, we’re almost there. Maybe get your, uh, helmet-thingy on?” He suggested. 

Jason glanced at the helmet- he’d almost forgotten he had it tucked under his arm. 

“Yeah, of course,” Jason said, lifting his helmet and plunking it on his head, “good reminder, Timbers.” His voice became modulated the second the helmet covered his head. His low, gravely, smokers growl of a voice, was nowhere near and deep and gravely as Bruce’s--but sounded like it took a step closer with every box of cigarettes--became a pitch lower still. An odd robotic twang edged his words, giving him a metallic, cyber sound.

Tim adjusted his own mask, making sure it was firmly in place before nodding to Jason. The two silently started up again, approaching a warehouse that was supposed to be locked until the next morning’s shipment. “Supposed to be” being the operative words. Instead, there was muted huffing and shuffling as two of Scarecrow’s workers uncomfortably hauled a large crate into the building.

Both Jason and Tim seemed to shrink into the shadows at the same instant; each becoming one with the wall. Jason drew his weapon quietly, earning a disapproving frown from Tim. “I’m not gonna kill them. Chill,” Jason whispered in that odd robotic voice. 

Tim seemed satisfied enough to quit pouting at Jason. They crept closer, making little dashes between hiding spots when the coast was clear.

Jason let out a breath of curse as his eyes fell about the giant, glass, canister. It was filled with a bubbling, sickly, arsenic green substance.

“No way, that shit is all fear toxin? Fuck! He’s got enough to blast the entire downtown!” His voice came through in a synthesized hiss.

“Worse.” Tim whispered, spying the large pressurizer on top of the glass container. “That’s just the liquid form. When he releases it, it’ll be gaseous. If it’s released from the container from a high vantage point, a small breeze could cover the entire city in minutes.”

The severity of the situation washed over what little of Tim’s features were visible from beneath the mask. 

This wasn’t just a quick little in and out operation anymore. One wrong move and there could have a small, yet very messy, catastrophic outcome.

Tim had to plan this carefully, because there was no way they could afford to mess this up.

He turned to Jason...or, rather, where Jason had just been seconds before. 

Jason had evidently had a similar train of thought to Tim’s. He’d realized this was a serious situation, though, instead of drawing the conclusion to re-evaluate, re-plan, and carry on with caution, or something sensible-- he seemingly forgot any sense of subtlety he had. Oh, God forbid carefully thinking his actions out, like any sane rational person would do. Or calling for backup, like anyone with a vague semblance of self-preservation.  No no, instead, Jason had decided it was best to act now and not waste a second with plans or any ideas of safety. He jumped into action.

Jason was already leaping over the crate the two vigilantes had been hiding behind seconds ago, as Tim let out a quiet imploring hiss of “Wait--oh no-”“ but it was too late.

Jason already had his gun drawn. 

“Scarecrow!” he yelled, “this ends now!” He fired at the box the two workers were carrying, sending it out of their hands and clattering to the floor. A series of shattering followed the initial crash as the contents shattered. Whatever chemicals that had been inside hissed loudly, a faint smoke rising from between the boards of the wooden box.

“Hood!?” The Scarecrow rounded to face who he knew as the ex-criminal, ‘The Red Hood.’

“In the flesh.” Jason kept his gun trained on Scarecrow, while a third worker who had been off to the side started to shuffle his way towards him.

“Thought you moved your little operation away from Gotham when the Bats got the better of you,” Scarecrow commented, not seeming pleased about the interruption at all. 

Scarecrow’s worker lunged at Jason. Tim kicked himself mentally and left hiding, kicking the worker --physically, not mentally this time-- back away from Jason. The third worker scuttled back, apparently deciding this altercation was above his pay grade.

Jason felt something he hadn’t really felt in a long time; it was a feeling akin to camaraderie. He had someone watching his back for once. If the circumstances hadn’t been so dire, he might have even cracked a smile. Or, rather, he might have felt a slight tug at the corner of his lips, at least.

“Well, yeah, the bats did get the best of me. Now I’m tryna give them my best. And that involves bootin’ your sorry ass out of here.”

“Quick witted, aren’t you?” Scarecrow tensed slightly. His eyes darted away from behind his mask for a moment. He was glancing to the side. Tim followed his gaze over to the-

Shit! The canister! If the bullet missed Scarecrow it would-

Tim knew what scarecrow was thinking, but it was too late.

“NO!” Tim shouted, helplessly watching as Scarecrow dove.

As expected, Jason pulled the trigger reflexively, but the Scarecrow had already ducked. The bullet made a resounding bang as it fired, hitting the large gas canister. 

Tim seized up, every nerve buzzing, every muscle tensed, every fibre of his being filled with an awful sinking sensation. The room was deadly-still. It was like something written by the hand of a fool-hardy novelist, who was paid far too much for over-the-top paperbacks; The bullet had embedded itself in the glass, acting like a stopper. A sickening series of cracks emanated from the canisters, as a thin spidery web formed across the glass. All tendrils originating from where the bullet hit.

Jason let out a low whistle, “Well. That coulda been disastrous.”

Tim couldn’t help but feel relieved, a stressed laugh escaping his lips. 

Scarecrow was scampering away, his workers already having pulled a quick disappearing act themselves, because, this wasn’t what he’d planned. 

“Don’t even think about it, Crane,” Jason said as he turned, taking a heavy step.

Said heavy step was apparently too much. The glass gave a shuttering groan, followed by a small hiss as gas began to leak.

Tim made an involuntary distressed sound. Something akin to an exhausted sigh mixed with a whimper. 

The one word that ever so eloquently graced Jason’s lips was, “Fuck.”

And the canister...

Burst.

The pressure placed on the glass had built up and could no longer hold.

Jason’s final step had been the breaking point, the spider work of cracks along the glass giving way with a great shatter.

Shards of the canister flung themselves across the room. The liquid that had been held within instantly began vaporizing into a thick, sickening gas. To anyone that had the misfortune of inhaling it, it felt as though the gas was trying --with every atom of its existence-- to choke the life out of its victim. It reached into their lungs, clawed at their insides, grabbing at their desperately beating hearts, and squeezed. It forced their brain to fill their body with adrenaline and hallucinogens. Tim knew this. 

He’d studied the Scarecrow’s fear toxin many times. He’d been exposed to it before, too. Tim knew this fear and knew he was helpless to do anything about it.

Tim was helpless to stop this. He had failed. He’d failed Bruce. He’d failed this mission. Because he was weak. He was weak, helpless, hopeless, a failure, a burden, unwanted. He was nothing more than a replaceable replacement. No one would care if he was gone, God, it’s not like anyone would ever notice! He was a forgettable nothing. Tim coughed and wheezed. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe!

Tim staggered. He tripped over his feet trying to get away from the intense fear that gripped his throat. Tim realized something physical was gripping his neck. The thing dragged him back roughly, towards what he could only assume was something horrid. Tim clawed at the thing gripping his throat. As he gasped for shuddering breath, he couldn’t help but begin to sob. He was going to die. He would die and no one would care. No one would even try to find him when he didn’t come home, they wouldn’t even notice because he was worthless, replaceable, weak, failure, helpless!

A new level of fear washed over Tim as he felt something cover his face, it encased his head. Tim could feel it squeeze his skull, he swore the pressure felt tight enough to crush his cranium like a tin can. It was claustrophobic. He felt his own shallow breath bounce back against his lips, because it had nowhere else to go. He was trapped and suffocating.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t BREATHE! OH--oh, oh no... no? Wait a moment... he COULD breathe.

Tim took a moment to try to get his bearings. He needed to remember how his lungs worked. He awkwardly sucked in a breath of filtered, recycled air. It tasted tinny on his tongue. Tim blinked the tears from his eyes. They rolled down his cheeks, and he became aware of the taste of salt too. There was the faint scent of stale tobacco and smoke. His mind was reeling as he processed each detail. He dragged tongue over his lips nervously, and began to chew at his bottom lip. Tim’s heart was still pounding and his hands were shaking. He raised his hands to feel his head, glancing at his twitching fingers as they passed in front of his face, confusedly. Everything had a red tinge to it. He pressed his hands to his head, feeling a hard smooth surface.

Tim’s brain felt slow and groggy, taking a moment to clue into what was on his head. Was it Jason’s helmet? Yes, yes it was Jason’s helmet, that was certain, but where was Jason? 

The thick gas still hung in a green fog, but the helmet seemed to be filtering the worst of it out. Tim swept his arm though the air, watching the gas clear slightly, before swooping in to fill the gaps. Tim knew he needed to thin this stuff out if he wanted to have any hope in finding Jason before tripping over him. He rushed through the room, feeling his way over to the door. Scarecrow’s men had closed it, containing them --and more importantly the gas--  inside. Small mercy the fear toxin wasn’t being released on the city though. 

Tim dragged his fingers along the wall. His senses were so heightened that it was almost overstimulating. It was likely due to the toxin, Tim guessed. He could still feel the rough brick as he scraped along, even through the tips of his gloves. It was oddly reassuring. A steady constant he could focus on until -thunk-  His hand bumped into a smooth metallic protrusion from the wall. Exactly what Tim had been looking for. 

“Bingo.”

Tim swept his other arm through the air again, doing his best to fan the gass away for him to get a bit of a better view of what he was hoping to see. A metal switch box, old and slightly rusted around the edges. Tim had been counting on any wearhouse by the docks having a ventilation system to keep the products safe from humidity. Of course, he was right. With some difficulty, Tim wrenched the switch box open. After straining to read faded, dusty labels through the gas in the air, he flipped what he hoped was the right switch.

There was a small whine of aching metal that hadn’t moved in a long time and Tim cracked into a grin underneath the helmet. 

He’d done it!

The fans kicked into a regular pace. The smooth ‘whoomp whoomp whoomp’ of turning blades filled Tim with a sense of muted triumph. The foggy haze of fear gas began to thin as the building began to filter it out, mixing it with the humid air. Tim figured it would be condensed and drip out to puddle with the dirty water in the alley behind the warehouse. If Tim was right, which he usually was, it wouldn’t harm anyone unless they decided to drink from the puddle water. Which was unlikely, but not impossible. It was Gotham after all.

Tim looked around the room as the gas dissipated. His gaze found its way to a shaking heap on the floor next to the shattered remains of the canister he had been standing before. The proud grin faded from Tim’s lips. 

That... that wasn’t a good sign at all.

“Hey, um, hood? Red hood, status?” He asked, the words felt strange as they left his mouth. Hearing his own modulated voice echo slightly in the room felt vaguely surreal. 

The heap of muscle and leather known as Jason didn’t reply. 

Seeing Jason’s twitching body on the floor emptied a hollow pit in Tim’s stomach. Jason had never seemed like he was even capable of fear. Capable of rage, capable of hurt, and capable of pain, sure, but fear seemed like something Tim would’ve assumed Jason was beyond. Something so... innate, that the unnatural nature of Jason’s second life would’ve swept it away. 

Tim made his way over, hesitantly rolling the helmet forward off his head. The fear toxin seemed to be thin enough now that it wasn’t harming him.  

“Ja-er, Jason?” Tim’s soft voice seemed thunderously loud in the quiet room. The only other sounds around were the fans quietly whirring away and, far more disturbingly in his opinion, the even quieter shaking breaths and distressed whimpering tumbling from Jason’s lips. 

Jason was not in good shape. He was shaking violently, hands over his head. His whimpers were punctuated by violent spasms that racked his body every few seconds, accompanied with a louder more pronounced cry. 

Tim felt the colour drain from his face. He quickly kneeled down, setting the helmet on the concrete floor next to them both with a slight clink. Tim grabbed Jason’s arm, trying to turn him on to his back. Jason heftily flailed the arm Tim pulled, unintentionally hitting Tim in the face. Tim yelped in surprise as a sharp pain sprung from his nose, warm liquid leaking down his face. The blood pouring down his face didn’t deter Tim much, the blood coursing through him  seeming to do the opposite for pain as it did the rest of his senses. The pain was slightly numbed--or, rather, it had become easy to ignore. He fought to wrangle both of Jason’s arms, quickly scrambling to sit on Jason’s torso, struggling to pin Jason’s arms down with his legs. 

Tim took off his mask. He knew it was against protocol, but an un-obscured face was easier to recognize when the toxin took hold, in Tim’s experience. 

“Jason? Jason, look at me. Can you hear me?” he asked quickly, holding on to Jason’s shoulders. He desperately hoped Jason wouldn’t throw him off. Jason’s eyes were unfocused, spinning around wildly all over the room. 

Tim tried to process Jason’s words, “No, not again, ple--I can’t I--it hurts! Fuck! It hurts,” Jason’s words became incomprehensible for a moment, then his fists clenched tightly. “I don’t want to die! Not again. Not again not again not again! He’s gotta come save me, take me home, he’s gotta! Shit, not again!“ he choked and broke off with a shout and another full body jerk. 

Tim was jostled but didn’t fall off, by some miracle. “Jason!” he tried. “Listen to me!” Tim put his hands on either of Jason’s face. Jason flinched away from Tim’s touch with a sob of “It hurts, it hurts, I can hear all my bones snapping, I’m dying, it’s crushing me, I can’t--I can’t--”

“I know,” Tim cut him off gently, “I know it hurts and--and you’re scared, but you’re not alone, I’m right here. I’m going to help you,” Tim tried to catch Jason’s focus. 

Jason’s roaming eyes stopped dodging around the room, and turned towards Tim. He kept looking from Tim’s shoulders, Tim’s chest, back up to his face and then to his eyes and back to his chest again. Perhaps not the ideal image of calming down but it was a first step. 

“Good,” Tim praised softly in relief. He ran his thumbs over Jason’s cheeks gently. Now more so than ever did Tim take notice of the scars on either side of Jason’s face. On Jason’s left cheek, there was a jagged line that traced from his cheek bone down to his jaw. A similar yet smaller one was mirrored on Jason’s right. Tim could understand why Jason flinched from him. He shook the thought from his mind, “See? We’re okay. Just try to breathe, in and out. You can do that, right, Jason?”

“No! No! I c-can’t, I’m crushed, I can’t. My--my lungs, they’re all full of blood, and mud, and dirt, and fuckin’ I dunno what!” Another violent thrash went through Jason’s body, almost toppling Tim off this time. “I can’t breathe, it hurts! I want it to stop hurting! How do I make it stop!?” 

“Uah--yeah, I know it hurts, but I promise nothing is crushing you. It’s just me, I’m light, and I’m here and I--I know it hurts I’m going to try to make it stop but I need to--” Jason thrashed, but Tim didn’t relinquish his hold on him, “--but I NEED you to stay still!”

Jason’s eyes finally locked on to Tim’s, “M-make it s-stop?” he echoed back to the smaller vigilante.

“Yeah, yeah I’m going to try to make it stop.” Tim slowly pulled his hands away from Jason, sitting back slightly, starting to fish through the many pockets and pouches attached to the strap around his waist.  

He almost always had the antidote on hand. Bruce had trained him and prepared him meticulously, making certain that Tim would be ready with everything they had at all costs. The only issue was it was enough antidote for him; almost seventeen, about a head shorter and ninety pounds lighter--nowhere near enough antitoxin for the two hundred and forty pounds of murder that was the shaking mass of Jason Todd slumped before him.

Jason dropped his head back against the concrete floor, beginning to mutter once again. 

“My fault. All my fault. I can’t--all dead.”

“No one is dead, Jason, everyone is okay,” Tim said, soon after feeling a small surge of triumph as he located his field fear toxin antidote kit. He opened it, quickly pulling out a small vial, and a syringe.

Jason’s eyes snapped to the syringe in Tim’s hand as he filled with antidote. Jason grew quiet for a second before starting to try to fight Tim off of him, “No, no no no no no no! Don’t go! don’t go! Not again, I can’t be alone, can’t be asleep he’s gonna kill us. Dad said he’ll get rid’f his mistakes!” 

Tim knew Bruce wouldn’t have ever threatened Jason like that. He could only assume Jason meant his biological father. 

“Said he would--don’t, don’t! It’s crushing me I can’t be alone!” Jason couldn’t keep hold of his own fears. They ran together, all mixed in to become some dread filled nightmare he couldn’t wake up from. 

Tim was lucky Jason was so sloppy in this state. If he’d had a bit more of his wits about him, Tim figured Jason would’ve easily shaken him off already.

“You aren’t alone!” Tim reminded Jason, struggling to inject Jason without hurting him. “This is going to make it stop, I promise!” Well, that wasn’t fully true. But the dose would reduce it. 

When Jason wouldn’t hold still enough for him to properly gauge where the vein he needed was, Tim unceremoniously jabbed at where he hoped it was instead. 

Jason shouted, thrashing around like a heavy shark in a net being lifted out of water.

Tim pulled the empty syringe away quickly, letting Jason throw him off. He stumbled and crashed back down, landing on the concrete floor a few feet away. Tim only now realized how heavy his breath was as he watched Jason writhe freely on the floor before him. As Tim caught his breath, Jason’s movements gradually began to slow. The mutterings of fear faded into soft whimpers, then into deep breaths like Tim’s. Tim bit at his lip again. “Jason?” he asked, leaning forward slightly.

Jason groaned in response. He took a moment to collect himself as he grew conscious of reality again. Really, reality was a shit hole too, but it was a better shit hole. He shifted slightly, cussing under his breath. 

Tim felt an invisible weight lift from his shoulders; swearing like a sailor was promising in Jason’s case. 

He quickly scooted across the floor to him. 

“Hey,” Tim said in a hushed voice. “Jason? How you feeling?”

Jason--with what felt like the struggle of Sisyphus rolling his boulder for the millionth time--rolled over to face him. The white shock of hair stuck to Jason’s forehead with panic induced sweat. He puffed out a lungful of air in a feeble attempt to blow the hair from his face. Jason swiftly gave up on that and swallowed heavily.

 “I-I... yeah, yeah, I uh... I--okay. I’m feeling okay,” Jason rambled, looking dazed. He took up scanning the room again, hyper-vigilant to any danger.

Tim nodded slowly. He grabbed a water bottle that was shoved in one of his many pouches. He helped Jason sit up, just enough so he could sip at the water, and forced the bottle into Jason’s hands. 

“Drink,” Tim ordered, quietly. 

Jason’s hands still shook lightly, causing him to fumble with the cap in his hands. 

Now that the danger had passed, Tim finally had time to process what had happened; he often found himself acting and only having time to absorb the details afterwards. Details like that Jason had traded his safety and immunity for Tim’s. 

Why did Jason do that?

“Not... that I’m ungrateful,” Tim began hesitantly, “but that was a stupid thing to do, just… now- today,” he stumbled out awkwardly.

“I know,” gasped Jason after a long chug of water, a weak smile on his lips. 

“I mean--it’s like in those before flight messages on planes. Put your mask on before the baby’s or whatever,” Tim joked slightly. Tim’s nose wrinkled slightly, cringing just the tiniest bit as he realized he implied he was the baby in this situation, “Well, you know what I’m getting at…”

Jason seemed to only take even more amusement out of the teen’s regret. Tim never thought he’d see the day where he felt tension draining at the sigh of Jason Todd, a man that tried to kill him and about eighty other people, smiling. 

Jason laughed weakly, though it came out a little haltingly, as the shivering shakes hadn’t yet subsided. “Yeah, well, I d-did have my mask on. I just... gave it to the k-kid before the plane went down,” he mused. He didn’t really believe in his own point, and shook his head. 

“No, no you’re right. It was stupid and I know that.”

They fell into a slightly awkward silence for a second, the burning question still gnawing at Tim’s mind.

“Why?” Tim said, abruptly. “Er, why did you do that? If you knew it was stupid?”

Jason didn’t answer for a long moment. Instead stalling by taking another swig of water. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before answering.

 “I don’t know,” Jason admitted, with a little smile. 

Jason was breathing heavily, but seemed more focused, “I didn’t... really think. Maybe I was just makin’ up for other stuff I f-fucked up or... dunno. I guess I j-just... I knew if one of us was gonna be safe, it had to be y-ou.”

Jason swore he could practically see the little loading sign twirl in Tim’s nerd-brain as the teen processed what he’d said. The mental loading bar filled, and Jason’s words seemed to click. Tim’s eyes dropped away, and he smiled a little shyly. Not an awkward or uncomfortable smile. Just complimented.

“Thanks,” Tim’s voice was just above a whisper, “ that was... really nice of you.” 

“It’s okay, don’t men-ention it. Like literally ever. It’ll ruin my rep,” Jason cracked a teasing smirk once again and Tim got to his feet laughing lightly.

“Annnnddd he’s back to normal,” Tim chuckled and offered Jason a hand. Tim yanked him, not without obvious difficulty, up to stand tall. Jason leaned on him for a moment before straightening, keeping a hand on Tim’s shoulder to steady himself. Tim quickly bent down and scooped up their masks from the floor where he’d set them down.

“Let’s get you home,” Tim hummed, putting Jason’s arm around his shoulders again when he stood.

“Hey, I’m fin-ne, you don’t have to take me back,” Jason argued, but Tim was already starting to lead him away.

“Too bad, I decided I am.”

“Rep-placement Robin number whatever you are--I am fine!”

“Sure you are, that’s why you can’t stand up right by yourself?”

“Shut up!”

“I speak only truth.”

The two bickered all the way back through away from the docks. All the way back through the city. All the way until they reached Jason’s apartment complex. Then they bickered some more. Though neither knew it yet, what had begun forming was the beginning of a close bond. One that nothing would be able to break.

[bigskydreaming]

The only real equivalent Marvel has to Bruce Wayne is Logan, no it does not matter that he isn’t a billionaire, this is my hill, I will die on it.

Fact the first: Both are socially inept jackasses who insist this is proof they are meant to be alone. When alone, they sit in their Feels and cry because they don’t actually want to be alone.

Fact the second: Both are under the impression that unattended children are like Pokemon, and you gotta catch ‘em all.

Fact the third: Both make shadowy government agencies swoon with the desire to follow them around and collect their blood spatters to turn into clones. Kidnapping is also occasionally on the table.

Fact the fourth: Both are sometimes surprisingly good at parenting and other times absolutely the worst at parenting. There is no in between.

Fact the fifth: Both staunchly insist they are not team players. Both are also on an average of 12.5 teams at any given moment.

Fact the sixth: Both are the best there is at what they do. Both really really really never get tired of reminding everyone that they are the best there is at what they do.

Fact the seventh: Both are completely incapable of determining if their teammate (Clark Kent, Scott Summers) is their best friend, worst enemy, rival, love interest, or occasionally all of the above. Sometimes this leads to being the center point of an isosceles love triangle, and with it usually mistaken as having Diana Prince or Jean Grey as the center point of said isosceles love triangle. Diana Prince and Jean Grey are never the center point of said isosceles love triangle.

Fact the eighth: Both have at least (1) over-achieving, perfectionist and precocious child or child surrogate who was already glued to them at the hip when they probably should have been watching Saturday morning cartoons still instead (Dick Grayson, Kitty Pryde), (1) brooding, misunderstood bad boy child who they do not have good relationships with on account of All The Murder (Jason Todd, Akihiro), (1) undersized ball of jaded cynicism with the potential to Destroy Civilization should said cynicism ever evolve all the way into jaded nihilism, hence it is highly recommended that they not be left alone to their own devices (Tim Drake, Jubilation Lee), (1) exceptionally talented Warrior Child who takes after them in most ways, including their claims to be too brooding/solitary/dangerous to have friends, but who actually collect friends and allies like they’re a supermagnet dragging all things iron into their sphere (Cassandra Cain, Laura Kinney), (1) Smol and Adorable Murder Child who really should be kept away from all things with stabbing potential, but whom it is equally impossible to keep away from all things with stabbing potential (Damian, Gabby), and (1) Shiny New Child who likes to claim they don’t know what they’re doing here, two seconds before turning the dial up to eleven like this is Spinal Tap and they try and catch up to their siblings’ scores in the game of Wtf Why Would Anyone Think That Was A Good Idea in a span of 24 hours or less (Duke Thomas, Jimmy Hudson).

Fact the ninth: Both have never met a romantic interest who hasn’t tried to kill them or at least seriously considered trying to kill them at least once. Yes, this includes Clark Kent and Scott Summers. In defense of their love interests, said love interests are usually extremely Valid for these attempts.

Fact the tenth: Both have at least one ruthless, relentless and implacable enemy who is either their brother or long-time friend who’s completely obsessed with them, depending on which dimension they’re in or just like, which day of the week it is (Lincoln March, Owlman, Hush, Sabretooth, Dog. Yes, Logan has a brother named Dog, you can look it up, I couldn’t make this up if I tried.)

Fact the eleventh: Both would really like to be excluded from all narratives including the originators of ancient cults or secret societies with ties to their fursonas (Barbatos, Romulus).

Fact the twelfth: Both would really like their children and colleagues to stop referring to them as having fursonas.

Fact the thirteenth: Both are convinced they are the last line of defense should their colleagues, friends and families ever go mad with power and need to be taken down. The families, friends and colleagues of both would really like them to get over themselves and stop milking this as an excuse to avoid all social gatherings and/or fun, for they have all already lived through five versions of that scenario by now and no longer care.

Fact the fourteenth: Both would really like time travel and time travelers to leave them alone, they are old and they are tired.

and

Fact the fifteenth: Time travel and time travelers will never ever leave them alone. 

Edited to add: Yes I know about Dark Claw, please do not assume the absence of Dark Claw from this post was because I don’t know about Dark Claw and need to be informed about Dark Claw. Dark Claw’s absence from this post was because I’ve invested considerable time and effort in trying to FORGET about Dark Claw. Thank you for your understanding. - Management

[ectonurites]

If Tim gets a new identity, which I think he is based of the solicit, what do you think it should be or loosely based on. A lot of people suggest cardinal which I think is pretty dumb since it’s just a red bird without any meaning and Red Robin would be just be better. I just hope he doesn’t get a stupid bird name again. But nothing will be bad as Drake

Ooooh yes, this is always a fun thing to think about. I think there’s definitely potential that even if in this story he doesn’t fully adopt a new identity, it could be leading up to it since the description specifically mentioned him “seeking a new purpose” which definitely sounds like a potential hero identity crisis to me.

Now I’m not entirely opposed to bird names, but I definitely think picking one just because it’s red is dumb. Tim does not own the color red, he’s not even the only Batfam member who uses it, that shouldn’t even be a factor. 

I spent a bit of time looking at some bird symbolism and I think if I were to pick a bird name the one I like most is “Heron”. The recurring connotations i’m seeing come up are of self-reliance, patience, independence, stillness and determination, which are traits I think for a ‘Tim trying to reinvent himself and grow up a bit’ angle could be applicable. Not sure exactly costume-wise how well it’d work since looking at pictures of herons the color palette is a lot more whites and greys and some blue, and most often batkids still stick with a lot of black in their outfits even in their other identities, but who knows! it could be interesting to have something visually really different like that.

stepping outside of just birds though, there’s a lot more possibilities. Especially since Tim isn’t a character with powers to name himself after, there’s a lot of ways you could go about it. Kinda looking at other batkids who grew out of their original role, there’s Nightwing who named himself after a Kryptonian legend which connects to not only who the legend is but also his bond with Clark, there’s Oracle which is just a really good descriptor of the specific role she plays by connecting people and sharing information, and then there’s Red Hood who took an old identity of the Joker’s to fuck with Batman & The Joker. Different approaches for sure. I think out of all of those Tim would be most likely to try to find something like Barbara, where it’s a name that symbolizes the type of work he sees himself doing.

I think that a direction for Tim moving forward I’d really like to see is a focus on the detective/investigative side of things, so that was the main thought I was following with these. But here’s some potential jumping points, either to use as names or incorporate as part of a name:

Query - Okay so yes this is very similar to ‘The Question’ HOWEVER it connects not only to asking questions and detective work, but also has a context within programming for a nice technology connection too (especially since the more modern interpretations of Tim have a lot of tech focus) EDIT: i have now been informed apparently Riddler has a henchwoman named Query, so maybe this one wouldn’t work well on it’s own, but it could be compounded with other words to make a unique title

Proof - so not only about like ‘finding proof’ as part of detective work, but also thinking about mathematical proofs, kinda just as another logic & technology connection

Delve - so there’s a ‘search for truth and facts’ definition as well as a ’digging & excavation’ definition which could tie back to how his dad was an archeologist for a more personal connection

Devoir - apparently this is another word for duty (and Tim’s strong sense of duty is pretty much his biggest motivator, this one has less to do with the detective stuff lmao) that just sounds kinda cool idk man 

sidenote i’ve been just looking at a lot of dictionary/thesaurus stuff to come up with these and I’m very amused by Merriam-Webster having “Break down” as a synonym for “Analyze” and the idea of like, using “Breakdown” as a hero name but people would just make fun of him and call him Mental Breakdown or something dsgfdhgfjh

anyways I’m not 100% sold on what I’d actually want a new identity for him to be, but it’s fun to explore and think about! As long as we never get something as stupid as Drake again though then I’m good

[nxrthmizu]

Hogwarts Daminette AU: Part Four

/Part One//Part Three/

Warning: Not proof-read, contact if mistakes found :)

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“Um...?” Marinette stared at him cluelessly. Damian felt really, really stupid. Like. Really really really stupid. He didn’t ask her yet. Ah. 

He chuckled nervously. “Will you... Go to the Yule Ball with me?” 

She giggled. “Of course! So... We’re going with green?” 

“Green it is.” 

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“OH MY GOD, THAT’S HILARIOUS!” Jason cackled as the four Wayne brothers huddled together in the corner of the library. Tim was trying to stifle his laughter, and even Dick was biting his lip from giggling. 

“Shut. Up.” Damian breathed, cheeks red from embarrassment. “That’s not why I gathered you here. Do any of you have a green suit that I can borrow?” 

Dick paused from giggling long enough to ponder. “Maybe you can owl Bruce. He might have some from when he was young. Oh! Or we can get permission from Dumbly-Door to go out of Hogwarts to get you a suit. I need one myself, anyway.” 

“Who’re you going with?” Tim asked, purely out of curiously as he struggled to keep his laughter down after the librarian glared at them. 

“Kori.” Dick said casually as if it wasn’t really that much of a surprise. 

“Oh, you finally got the balls to ask her out.” Jason complimented with a snicker. “Well, you suckers can go out with your girlfriends. I’m going with Roy.” 

“Oh, so you’re going with your boyfriend,” Damian commented dryly. “Yes, as if that’s really that much of a difference from us going with girls. Drake, did you stick your nose out of a book long enough to ask a girl out?” 

Tim looked positively offended by the remark. “Excuse me? I’m going with Stephanie, for your information.” 

“Oh, congrats. You got a date. Surprising, actually.” Damian remarked coolly, trying to regain his composure from his blooming blush from a few minutes ago. 

“So, we’ll all go dress-suit shopping this Saturday?” Dick suggested. “Meet up at the great hall entrance at eight sharp. I’m looking at you, Tim. Don’t be late.” 

As the boys made their full plans, a certain red-sausage-head also made certain plans of her own after gaining the information that the boys would be gone at that time. Particularly the information that Damian Wayne would not be around to watch after Marinette Dupain-Cheng on Saturday. 

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This one’s a little bit short, but the next part should probably (Probably) be longer. Lila’s going to start hatching plots, but honestly, not on Damian’s watch! Besides, Marinette’s been taking lessons from Slytherin!Dami, so she’s going to be ready to kick some Lie-La ass! 

Also, what house do you guys think Bruce and Alfred will be in? Leave your thoughts in the comments! I think Bruce would either be a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff, or maybe a Ravenpuff mix? Alfred? HOW DOES ONE DECIDE WHAT HOUSE ALFRED GOES??? IDK????

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/Part Five/

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[souliebird]

[[Kill Bill Sirens]]

It has been one week since Bruce Wayne came to his office and one week is a long time for Timothy Jackson Drake to think.

The next part of the Multiverse Jaytim Series It only took me like 2 years.

Warning: This wasn’t in the original plotline. I was thinking about Tim over the weekend and things just happened and here we are. Let’s pretend I edited this and know whats going on.

It has been one week since Bruce Wayne came to his office and one week is a long time for Timothy Jackson Drake to think.

Alpha has confirmed that someone has been monitoring them; that someone has been watching them with security cameras. Following them. Timothy has confirmed someone tried to, unsuccessfully, hack into his network. He has seen the carefully hidden traces in his bank accounts. 

Jason, with too much tension in his shoulders, pointed out the lingering shadows on the adjacent buildings of his home. 

The breaking point were the posters asking for information on the Red Hood, with a large reward if it led to his capture popping up everywhere, followed by a news segment. 

It has been one week since Bruce Wayne came into his office and that was a mistake on his part. 

It has given six days for Timothy to think, and plot, and act.

Timothy may have more anxiety than he knew what to do with, he may have been mostly deaf, and weak, and non-threatening, but there was one thing that Timothy did have.

And that was a flight-or-fight response stuck firmly on Fight. 

It has been one week since Bruce Wayne came into his office and Timothy Jackson Drake is ready to take him down. 

He has Alpha hack into Wayne Industries network, an easy task as Alpha is already wired in. He makes an appointment for himself with Bruce for nine am, Monday morning. 

It is 8:45am and he is riding up the elevator to the executive offices. Alpha has already confirmed the man is in his office.

He steps onto the correct floor and knows he looks the part. He’s in his nicest sweater, nicest slim slacks. His watch costs more than some people make in a year. His briefcase and shoes are Italian Leather. 

He is his mother’s child when he smiles at the secretary, “Good morning, I have an appointment at nine am with My. Wayne.”

“Mr. Wayne does not have any appointments this morning,” the secretary replies stiffly.

Timothy tilts his head just slightly, the polite but icy smile still on his face.

He would make Janet Drake proud. 

“I am sure I do not have my date or time wrong, ma’am.”

She moves her mouse, clicks some keys, and her eyes narrow just slightly, but then she nods towards the seats along the wall. “Please have a seat, Mr. Wayne will be with you shortly.”

He sits, with his briefcase in his lap and waits. The double doors open within a minute and Bruce is smiling warmly at him. The smile doesn’t meet his eyes.

“Mr. Drake, please come in.” 

Timothy gets up and strolls into the office, shoulders back with a confidence that only comes with six days of thoughts. 

The door closes behind him.

 “I wasn’t aware we had a meeting, Mr. Drake.”  Bruce walks back around to behind his desk and sits. He motions for Timothy to do the same. 

Timothy does, setting his briefcase by his feet, “We didn’t until fifteen minutes ago, Mr. Wayne. I added it to your schedule.” He waits a beat, then, “Alpha, please black out the room.”

Bruce’s face hardens and Timothy’s confidence waivers. Fear and nerves rush through him and he balls his hands into fists in his lap. 

Alpha’s voice in his ear steadies him, “The room is blacked out, Sir.”

“I apologize,” Timothy starts, his voice surprisingly firm. “I did not think you would want anyone to listen in. I know I do not.”

“Mr. Drake, I am not sure what this display is -”

Timothy cuts him off.

Timothy cuts off Bruce Wayne.

“I need you to leave the Red Hood alone.”

Bruce stares at him and he actually does look confused, “I’m sorry?”

Timothy repeats himself.

“I..have no idea who that is, Mr. Drake.” 

The act is good, it would fool anyone else. But Timothy knows and he only has so much time before the room is no longer a Black Spot.

“I know you don’t, Mr. Wayne. But you, and Dick Grayson, and Barbara Gordon, and everyone else inside your Family needs to stop trying to find out and leave him alone.”

Bruce’s eyes narrow and Timothy pushes forward. 

“Or should I say Batman, Nightwing, Oracle, and the rest of your Bat Family need to leave him alone.” 

Bruce’s face changes from something hard to amused, “I do not know what you are talking about, Mr. Drake.”

Timothy straightens his back to the point it's almost painful, “I have known who you are since Dick Grayson was in the pixie boots, Mr. Wayne. I am asking you nicely to leave Red Hood alone.”

Bruce’s face schools into something calm, emotionless. His eyes are hard again. “And if I do not?”

He doesn’t even take a breath. “Then the world will know who Batman is. They will know who Robin and Nightwing are. Who Red Robin is. Who Batgirl and Blackbat are. The will know who Oracle is and the links to the Gotham City Police. I will have it splashed across every major news network before I walk out of this building. Stocks will plummet, Rogues will riot, and so help me, I will let Gotham burn.” 

“All for this Red Hood?”

“Yes,” Timothy says without hesitation. 

“You realize this will not end well.” 

“You threatened my family, Mr. Wayne. I realize there was an accident, that Jason was shot, but I was in danger and he was perceived as a threat. He wants to be left alone and he will be.”

“He is not a hero, Mr. Drake.”

Timothy picks up his briefcase and stands. “There will be an email in your inbox once I step out of this office.  You have until I reach the bottom floor to reply ‘Yes’ if you and your Family and all of your associates agree  to leave Red Hood alone. If not, you know what will happen.” Timothy takes a breath, then, less firm, less Janet Drake, “He does not plan to stay in Gotham much longer. Once he leaves, I will turn over all evidence I have to you. I understand what will happen to me, but you will not touch him.” 

If looks could kill, Timothy is a hundred percent sure Bruce would have broken his no-kill rule by now. 

But Timothy didn’t back down.

He couldn’t back down. 

Jason was the first person in Timothy’s life to care about him, to look at him and see him, and Timothy was not going to lose that over a lapse in judgement. 

And Timothy was so lost for him, so lost for the multiverse jumping vigilante, that he would do anything to keep him happy.

Including, apparently, blackmailing Batman. 

Timothy gives his old cold look to Bruce, continuing to channel his mother, then nods, “Bruce.” He turns and leaves the office. 

“Black Spot has been lifted,” Alpha chimes in his ear. “Email has been delivered.” 

The email contains two photos and a video; two pictures of Bruce with his cowl down at different angles and a video of Bruce removing his cowl upon entering the Batcave, with Alfred walking into the frame before it cuts out. 

Timothy knows the consequences he is going to face once Jason is gone. Once Jason is safely back in his own universe. Timothy is going to lose everything, but he doesn’t care because Jason is worth it. 

Jason will always be worth it. 

His is shaking by the time the elevator doors close, the gravity of everything crashing onto him.

“What the hell did I just do?” 

“You blackmailed Batman, sir.”

“Oh my god,” all the anxiety and fear and everything was building inside him and what the hell did he just do? “I threatened Batman. Alpha, why did you let me do this? Oh my god, I’m going to be sick.”

“Sir, I could not have stopped you if I had wanted to. Also, I am going to now point out you have successfully blackmailed Batman because he just replied ‘yes’.”

Timothy falls back against the wall of the elevator, his heart pounding in his chest and his head spinning. “I think I’ve lost my mind.”

“According to the internet, Sir, love will do that to you.”

[iwritethat]

Tim Drake: First Time for Everything

A/N: Sorry for the repost but I tried to edit it but it’s on the old tumblr format meaning everything I improved screwed up the entire post. My apologies lovelies.

Warnings: Death-ish? Aside from that y’all are good.

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You were never one to express how you were feeling, not explicitly anyway. You could display it in actions and it would evident in the way you held yourself but when it came to voicing such luxuries like 'I love you', specifically to your boyfriend- things became less obvious. It wasn't on purpose but more of an inbuilt characteristic.

It meant he was important thus you had a higher risk of losing him which would bring agony since you were both vigilantes and that brought a realness to everything, suddenly he's a bigger part of your life than you’d originally intended. Although you’re pretty sure he figured out you had issues with saying those three beautiful words early on in your relationship.

The first time Tim said it, it was accidental since he knew how you felt about such matters - emotions were something you weren't confident with.

“This why I love you." He said it absentmindedly in front of the team after you'd retrieved the information that continued to elude him and you instinctively froze up. Bart has almost collided with a wall after tripping over his own feet, the team knew you were together but this was a shocking development for even them. It was deathly silent and Tim instantly realised what he'd recently admitted and quickly turned to you because there's a first time for everything and now might not have been the best time.

"(Y/n) I'm sorry, it just slipped out I -" Tim started, trying to apologise but you weren't in any way upset.

"Tim it's fine, I adore you as well." You laughed, placing a kiss to his lips and being on your way.

After that, Tim was more content with admitting it despite your inability to reciprocate in those exact words, it didn't matter as you made sure to show you liked him to that extent.

"I love you (y/n), so much." Tim has repeated this many times before during intimate moments and it still manifests a flushed complexion. Every. Time.

"And you're the best partner I could ever ask for, so don't leave me okay?" You replied, your words carrying a loving tone.

"I would never, I promise." Tim took the time to gaze into your eyes before answering, sealing the deal with yet a another passionate kiss.

’Though he broke that promise, when you started that mission, you didn't expect it to go this wrong - to the point of losing a teammate. Red Robin had lost so much blood, your hands were dyed crimson with it painting the concrete floor. Your boyfriend is going to die and there's nothing you can do about it, Bart couldn’t race him to a hospital in time as you're in the middle of nowhere plus his wounds are definitely fatal.

Before you'd started this he told you that he loved you, just like every time either of you left for a mission so you automatically expected the same outcome - the one where you came out with a few cuts and bruises. That was normal, that has happened before. Even the first time wasn't a huge shock. But this? This was new - this was something else. Something you never wanted to experience, he was unconscious and slipping away slowly. Painfully slowly. You'd expected a few bullet wounds to be okay. You wanted the bullet wounds to be okay.

However, they clearly weren't and you were just as helpless as was he. Finally you could say it, what you had been feeling all this time, you relayed the words over and over in your mind ‘I love you’ - ‘I love you.’

And yet till they refused to leave your lips, why were you holding back? You wanted to say them, needed to say them but no sound left your lips, instantly your tears were falling, there was nothing to hold them back now. Those 3 words constantly flourished in your mind, continuing to repeat themselves in a steady rhythm growing uneasy and uncontrollable over time in hopes that they would finally be released. Then he was gone, his pulse died down and his breathing came to a peaceful halt. Tim had slipped through your fingers just like rain and you still never said it. Then you too blacked out, maybe it was the blood, or the loss, or the heartbreak - maybe a combination of all three? You had just lost your boyfriend the love of your life because there's a first time for everything.'

With a sharp inhale, you quickly sat up feeling the sweat dripping down your forehead and your breathing remained ragged. Your surroundings were covered by a veil of darkness, elegantly illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window - you recognised this as your room, a different location to only moments ago. You were home at least, that came as some constellation and you were feeling calmer now, brave enough to reluctantly run your fingertips over your cotton bed sheets to make sure this was real.

That's when you heard the light snores next to you, the sounds originating from the male also tangled in your bed sheets and he was breathing. A wave of relief hit you and acting on impulse you were by him immediately trying to wake him up.

"Tim! Nerd, wake up please. For me?" You muttered trying to shake him awake but only received small murmurs in response, you were bringing him out of it slowly which was a good sign.

"Come on, wake up babe it's an emergency." You continued, shaking him gently.  You were tempted to whisper sweet nothings in his ear but decided against it once he groggily opened his eyes slightly and mumbled a bleary "hmm?".

With that you teasingly placed your lips on his, long sweet kisses were used in an attempt to gain more of his attention but found yourself having to resort to drastic measures. Surprisingly he reciprocated though, despite him being only half conscious he'd be damned if he was going to pass up an opportunity to kiss you along with him emitting satisfied hums every so often.

Sighing, you moved to his neck and after a couple of seconds with your lips working on that particular spot he let out a groan.

"Agh, okay okay I'm up, I'm awake." He moaned groggily, you couldn't help but think how cute Tim could be when he was sleepy. Smiling, you gave a slow loving kiss to his lips once again and pulled away after a minute or so.

"I love you." You breathed out, Tim finally registered what you said and gently guided you back to your side of the bed, him hovering over the top of you this time, with elbows either side of you and one hand running his fingers through your hair.

"Can you - can you say that again?" He'd heard you, but was convinced this was a dream taking into account your particular choice of waking him up.

"I love you Tim Drake." You slowly repeated, this time with more sincerity and he couldn't help but smile.

"I love you too (y/n) (l/n)." Tim lovingly reciprocated, resting the majority of his weight on you as he began to kiss you again.

"Are you alright?" You questioned, you could practically feel the happiness radiating off of him and he was just gazing at you with this lopsided grin.

"I just don't know if this is a dream or not." Tim stated, looking out of the window before continuing. "I mean, this is such a romantic way to confess your love for someone with the moonlight and all." Tim finished, turning his attention back to you after surveying the premises.

"It's not a dream, trust me. There's a first time for everything." You confirmed, kissing him again.

"Yes there is, but this is probably my favourite."

[redrobinfection]

Tim the Drake

AN: So many people have been writing “Tim as a Drake" fics lately, I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon...

Damian clambered off his bike down in the motor pool of the Batcave while Jason stared at the lump under his bound-up cape. Robin had tied his cape across his chest to form a sort of sling and something was wriggling around inside of it.

"Uhhh… Dames, you didn't bring home another litter of kittens, didja?"

Damian tsked and began fumbling with the knots that tied into ends of the cape into his belt. "Don't be absurd, Todd. I didn't push Father to set up a fund for local shelters just so I could steal all the eligible animals away from them-"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot all about your little pet project."

Damian met Jason's overly antagonizing grin with an equally icy glare. "Richard would be proud. No. There was another run in with a magic-wielder tonight."

Jason's eyes widened. "Wait. So who is that under your…"

Dick had come in just after Jason had, he'd heard Bruce call in to the Cave not five minutes earlier, and the girls weren't out tonight so...

"Is that Tim? Oh man, what'd he get turned into this time? It's gotta be something cute if you're taking pity on-"

Damian loosened the final knot, slipped a hand under the cape, and revealed…

Jason burst out laughing.

"Oh my god! Timmyyyyy. A duck? They turned you into a duck?" He wiped away a tear as the boy-turned-water-fowl in question fluttered down to the floor with a put-out quack.

"A drake to be precise," Damian snapped, looking uncomfortable. "This magic- user has discerned too much about us for my comfort - I suspect telepathy - and they share too similar a sense of humor to Richard's for my taste. They need to be dealt with swiftly before anymore unfortunate transformations, or worse, a leak of sensitive information, occurs."

Jason chuckled under his breath and shook his head. "So this is the same magic user that turned you into a literal infant fruit bat a week and a half ago, then, baby bat?"

Damian's frown deepened, but he didn't rise to Jason's baiting. "Yes. They are most troublesome."

Jason nodded. "I guess that explains why you were kind enough to give the 'Drake' a lift home; as I recall, Red Robin did you a solid by shielding your adorable little self from a lot of big Bat scrutiny and over-enthusiastic Nightwing cuddles last time," he teased.

Damian's icy composure shattered and he threw his recently removed gauntlets at Jason's head. "Idiot Todd! Kindness has nothing to do with it. I wouldn't leave a teammate out on the street in such a weak, pathetic form" - the drake on the floor between them chattered a stream of indignant quacks - "Don't argue with me, Drake, you were what Richard would call a 'literal sitting duck' out on those streets" - Jason choked back more laughter - "But I would never leave an ally out on their own in such a vulnerable position," Damian argued haughtily. "Even if that ally is Drake." Damian turned his heated gaze back to Jason. "Even if that ally were you."

Jason smirked. "Good to know you wouldn't leave a guy high and dry, Dameo." He ignored Damian's huff of disgust at the new nickname and squatted down beside the bird toddling uncertainly at their feet. "And how about you, babybird? You'd have my back, too, if some wackjob decided to turn me into a jaybird or somethin', right?"

Tim turned his head to glare at Jason with one perfectly round, piercing duck eye and Jason sniggered as a new thought occurred him. "I guess we gotta call you something other than 'babybird', now, huh? How about 'duckybird'? Or, hmmm, if that is too close to 'dickiebird', how about 'duckling'?"

Jason's laughter cut off abruptly when Tim launched himself forward with flurry of wings to snap at Jason's face. Tim kept up the barrage of attacks even after Jason began waving his arms around wildly in a vain attempt to slap the foul-playing fowl out of the air.

Dick re-entered the cave five minutes later to the sight of Jason running around, laughing his ass off, as a duck attacked his head from behind and Damian watched on in the background.

"Ummm…"

Jason threw himself behind Dick and shoved the older man into the path of the enraged bird. The duck bounced off Dick's chest with an indignant squawk, then waddled away, preening angrily.

"Why is there a duck in the cave?" Dick asked in a long-suffering tone. "Damian?" He turned his questioning gaze toward the most likely suspect.

"It's a drake, to be precise, Dickiebird. The drake, actually," Jason answered. Tim quacked forlornly. Damian shook his head mutely and continued stripping out of his gear. Dick blinked blankly.

"Uhhh…"

Damiam sighed. "We had another encounter with the magic-wielder from last week. I was the victim previously, if you recall; this time it was Drake who was the least fortunate of us."

Dick's eyes widened and Jason cackled. Dick stepped forward and knelt down beside the bird, eyeing it cautiously. The drake lifted his head and met Dick's stare with a slow blink of his beady eye. "Tim?"

"-quack-"

"Oh, Timmy…"

(Of course, most people write Tim as the dragon kind of 'drake'; I felt it was time to explore the possibilities around the most common definition of 'drake'. Hehehe. Poor Tim ;D).

EDIT: Now with a part 2... and beyond! >>

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[womenofcolor15]

Jay-Z Calls Gov. Walz To Demand Justice For George Floyd, Attorney General Keith Ellison Takes Over Case + Don Lemon Calls Out Oprah, Drake & More To Take Action!

Jay-Z called up Minnesota Governor Tim Walz to demand justice for George Floyd. Following their conversation, Gov. Walz announced attorney general Keith Ellison (a black man) will now take over the case. Also, CNN’s Don Lemon called out Oprah, Drake, Tyler Perry & more to take action amid the nationwide protests. Everything inside…

Jay-Z is using his resources and platform to make change.

Yesterday, the Hip Hop mogul had a phone conversation with Minnesota Governor Tim Walz to demand justice for the killing of George Floyd, the Minneapolis man the world watch die in a viral video where a white police officer – Derek Chauvin – kneeled down on his neck. New video showed at least three officers had their body weight pressed on George’s back as he laid face down on the ground while in handcuffs.

Posting memes and bringing awareness to the issue are great, however, actually using your resources to make change is even better.

Hov called up Gov. Walz after getting his number from CNN reporter/ REFORM Alliance CEO Van Jones. He wanted to talk to the Governor to share how he felt about the George Floyd killing and how justice could be served.

“It was so incredibly human,” Walz said about their coversation during a press conference yesterday. “It wasn’t Jay-Z, international celebrity. It was a dad and, I think quite honestly, a black man whose visceral pain of this that he knew.”

“His words to me, I want them to be confidential, but to summarize what it was: ‘Justice needs to be served, here. Justice needs to be served,” he continued. “He said he feels the compassion and the humanity of these folks who are speaking. He knows that the world is watching. How Minnesota handles this is going to have an impact across the country, and I think that’s what his impressions were.”

You can check it out below at the 43:40-minute mark:

Following their conversation, Gov. Walz appointed Attorney General Keith Ellison to take over the George Floyd case. As of now, only one (former) Minneapolis police officer has been brought up on charges. Former officer Derek Chauvin was charged with third-degree murder and second-degree manslaughter, both felonies. The other three former police officers - Thomas Lane, Tou Thao and J. Alexander Kueng - were fired like Derek, but have NOT been brought up on charges.

  Thank you, Governor. https://t.co/saIgpXxXKt

— Attorney General Keith Ellison (@AGEllison) June 1, 2020

  Sunday evening, Hov released a statement via Roc Nation about his conversation with Gov. Walz, thanking him for appointing Keith Ellison to the case.

  .@GovTimWalz #JusticeForGeorgeFloyd pic.twitter.com/lkM2NdrIZF

— Roc Nation (@RocNation) June 1, 2020

  “After our very earnest conversation, thank you to Governor Walz for doing what’s right and calling in Attorney General Keith Ellison to take over the George Floyd case,” he wrote.

The dad-of-three then opened up about his feelings on the killing of George Floyd.

“Earlier today, Governor Walz mentioned having a human conversation with me — a dad and a black man in pain. YES, I am human, a father and a black man in pain and I am not the only one. Now I, along with an entire country in pain, call upon AG Ellison to do the right thing and prosecute all those responsible for the murder of George Floyd to the fullest extent of the law. This is just a first step. I am more determined to fight for justice than any fight my would-be oppressors may have."

Jay-Z then made a call to action for everyone to DO THE RIGHT THING.

“I prevail on every politician, prosecutor and officer in the country to have the courage to do what is right,” he concluded. “Have the courage to look at us as humans, dads, brothers, sisters and mothers in pain and look at yourselves.”

Last Friday, Jay-Z's wife, Beyoncé, posted a video on Instagram demanding justice in the wake of George's death. Check it out https://theybf.com/2020/05/30/beyonc%C3%A9-speaks-up-after-derek-chauvin... ">HERE.

Also...

Several celebs have hit the streets in Minneapolis - like Nick Cannon & Porsha Williams - to protest with the people demanding justice for George Floyd. However, some celebrities aren't doing enough...at least not for CNN's Don Lemon.

During his segment yesterday, Don called out A-list celebs like Oprah, Tyler Perry, Drake, Tracee Ellis Ross, Anthony Anderson, Diddy, Jane Fonda and Ellen DeGeneres to take MORE action. With footage of protests playing on a split screen, Don called out "movie stars" who declined to speak on his show. He blamed their absence on them being too concerned about tarnishing their brand.

"A lot of people I ask to come on this show, to talk about this, [such as] wealthy celebrities, wealthy political people, [say], ‘I can’t do it. I’m mad. I don’t want people to see me mad. It might hurt my business. Or, I’m so upset that I had to go to my country house and I just can't do it,'” Don said. “Where are you? Why aren’t you fighting for these young people? If you don’t do it now, when are you going to do it? If you are a millionaire or a gazillionare or a movie star or a politician and you don't step up now, when the hell are you going to do it? STOP making excuses! Step up people. Step up Black Hollywood."

The CNN anchor then began to name drop:

https://theybf.com/2020/05/30/beyonc%C3%A9-speaks-up-after-derek-chauvin... ">"Beyoncé released a message, you can’t?," he asked.

“By me calling out your name, it doesn’t mean I’m calling you out. It means I love you, Ellen [DeGeneres]. It means I love you, Oprah,” he said, adding “I know they give millions of dollars to charity every year.”

“I want to see you Tracee Ellis Ross. I want to see you Tyler Perry. I want to see you Drake," he continued. "I want to see you my friend, Anthony Anderson. I love you … I want to see Diddy out there. I want to see you Jane Fonda, who I love and respect."

Whew! Peep the segment above.

Ellen DeGeneres is now taking action with her coins: 

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  Oprah and "CBS This Morning" co-host Gayle King hosted a Voom meeting and discussed George Floyd's death. This was posted before Don's CNN segment:

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                  Today for Week 3 of #YourLifeInFocus with @ww, the plan was to discuss adapting. How can we adapt to this pandemic we’re living in—or any crisis that shows up in our lives? But this week, the nation is in a state of rightful unrest after we witnessed the murder of George Floyd right in front of our eyes. Now, the question is: How do we adapt and evolve in this time of social injustice? Thank you to @gayleking and @jayshetty for joining me today. Check out our entire conversation on my FB page. #OprahandWW

A post shared by Oprah (@oprah) on May 30, 2020 at 12:58pm PDT

  Drake posted a poem for George Floyd on his IG, but no mention of the protests:

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                  Rest in heaven George Floyd

A post shared by champagnepapi (@champagnepapi) on May 29, 2020 at 8:37pm PDT

  Tyler Perry posted video clips about the protests and asked people to stop looting (before Don's segment):

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                  I’m not in Atlanta, but if I were I would have been standing with our Mayor! But there was nothing I could say better than what Mayor @keishabottoms said last night! Please, please stop this violence!! Looting is NOT THE ANSWER!!!! And listen to me, be careful where you are getting your information to JOIN protests!! There are people and other countries who are posting things pretending to be US, pretending to stand for peaceful protest, but they are trying to incite us into violence and chaos to try and do more harm!! Do not fall for this foolishness!!! Please stop the violence!

A post shared by Tyler Perry (@tylerperry) on May 30, 2020 at 7:14am PDT

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                  This is what I was trying to warn you about in my last post!! Don’t be fooled. THIS IS WHAT’S HAPPENING!!

A post shared by Tyler Perry (@tylerperry) on May 31, 2020 at 7:16am PDT

  Thoughts?

Photo: Getty/Kevork Djansezian

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[sorcerusdragonbionics]

8/11-8/17 Reading List

Heyo! I should be posting again soon it will be the one from last week.

(If someone wants me to start making master posts so they’re organized by Ship or Fandom or whateve lemme know, honestly the longest part is going from a list of links to my Google format so creating a Master List wouldn’t be too bad)

Google: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BoQVZrNyejwkWCMSVfT7NNTLMsAWUSt_4FmEmPldOy8/edit?usp=sharing

Altered

Fandom(s): Batman- All Media Types

Author(s): Rehabilitated_Sith

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19293934/chapters/45888058 

Summary: chapter 7: Tim finds himself in over his head when he is faced with a de-aged Damian. // All the stories I want to write but don’t have time to fully flesh out. // Short stories/one-shots/Drabbles

7/?

Last Updated: 2019/8/20

Rating: G

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 19048

Anyone Can Look Glamorous… Just Stand There and Look Stupid

Fandom(s): Batman- All Media Types, DCU, DCU(Comics), Batman (Comics)

Author(s): meaninglessblah, tomato_carnage

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19831576/chapters/46958824 

Summary: Tim goes undercover in a 1950s pin-up girl style dress to lure in a mark, and all the Robins come to the stark realisation that Tim is way more capable and also more attractive than they gave him credit for. It might have something to do with the victory curls...

7/7

Has been Completed since I last read it

Now Part of Series

Rating: M

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tim gets in some serious trouble that the others are oblivious to, but the Author lets you know

Words: 11437

You and Me (Were Meant to Be)

Fandom(s): Batman- All Media Types

Author(s): Scarletbat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8657965/chapters/19850707 

Summary: Tim finds Damian in an unlikely situation but his 'help sparks a chain of event for both parties involved // I just wanna thank SimplyTati because without her this would have sucked. Again thank you

10/?

2019/6/7

Rating: E

Warnings: Underage, No Archive Warnings Apply

ABO

Words: 12324

So Called Date

Fandom(s): Batman- All Media Types, Batman (Comics)

Author(s): cadkitten

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18302285 

Summary: Damian stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, hands stuffed in the pockets of his dark gray slacks, balled into tight fists. His jaw was clenched against the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. It wasn't fair. None of this was.

1/1

Rating: E

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Underage (I think… I’m pretty sure Dami is under 18), Undercover makes everything really fucking confusing for everyone

Words: 3464

Batfam’s Valentine’s Series

Fandom(s): Batman- All Media Types, Superman- All Media Types

Author(s):  LightningHope

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1279517 

Your Favorite Truth Summary: Time travel is not part of Damian's regular schedule. It's alright, Richard's there, even if his Robin suit is an atrocity.

1/1

Rating: G

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

You’re Good

Words: 1149

Sunbeams Summary:  Kon hasn't played the guitar in ages. It's fine. He's definitely sure he remembers some songs. // (Tim, somehow, does not believe him.)

1/1

Rating: G

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

You’re good

Words: 903

Turn Away, Cruel Fate Summary: Soulmates are a tricky business, and not worth it as far as Tim as concerned. Fairy tales don't exist, and what's the point of someone's name written into your skin if you have to work at it like any other relationship? No thanks. // Shockingly, Damian disagrees.

1/1

Rating: T

Warnings: Creator Chose Not to use Archive Warnings

Underage cuz it’s TimDami

Words: 2698

How To Accudentally Fix Your Family

Fandom(s): Batman- All Media Types

Author(s):  General_Midnight_of_Ardar

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16770394/chapters/39350512

Summary: Jason Todd didn't mean to go back in time to only a few months after his death. And honestly dealing with his family normally is difficult but this is another level. So he decided to avoid them. Whilst being the most annoying little piece of annoyance that he can be. But it all gets complicated when these pesky things called feelings get in the way.... // Please read and try

1/?

2018/11/28

Rating: Not Rated

Like…  T

Warnings: Major Character Death

Words: 701

Nothing Less Than Drake

Fandom(s): Batman (Comics), Batman- All Media Types

Author(s): cadkitten

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10723695/chapters/23761395 

Summary: His name isn't Tim Drake for nothing. One curse to his entire family line was all it took to put Tim in a very awkward situation once he found out he wasn't like everyone else.

4/4

Rating: E

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

READ THE TAGS, it’s that it’s … bad… it’s just extra(?)

Words: 15420

Detente Series

Fandom(s): DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics), Super Sons (Comic), Red Robin (Comics), Robin (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics)

Author(s):  MsSolo

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1091745 

Armistice Summary: Damian tries to tell himself that at least this has bought him some time before he has to face his father. That somehow it's better than Dick's cloying sympathy. That Pennyworth deserves time to work on his hobbies without being dragged hither and thither over nothing. But none of it's true, it's Drake, and he's here to witness Damian's humiliation.

1/1

Rating: G

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 3235

Cease Fire Summary: "Are you ever coming out of the sofa again?" Cissie asks. // Tim considers. "Has everyone in the coffee shop stopped staring?” // "Most of them." // Most isn't good enough. "I think I'll stay here a bit longer." // Cissie drapes her jacket over his head, because she is a true friend. It's safe in the dark.

1/1

Rating: Not Rated

Like T (barely)

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 4906

Negotiation Summary: "Is this about a boy?" Tim asks. "I mean, I meant it when I said you don't have to tell me, but I think everyone would worry less if you let us know the vague ballpark. You know: romance, health, ninjas, time travel." He uses the rear view mirror to check his appearance, pulling some strands out of his bun to make it look more casual and checking his teeth. // "You're fishing," Damian says. "And your hair looks stupid. Just innately. Don't waste time on it." // He gets out of the car. Tim isn't as nosey as Dick; or rather, he prefers to get his information on subtler ways. Damian can't think of the last time Tim asked him a personal question outright. // He narrows his eyes. "You're not fishing," he says. "You're deflecting."

1/1

Rating: Not Rated

It is definitely T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 5422

Peace Process Summary: "You need to empty the can first." // "I don't have any more bags. When was the last time you went back on a decision? You 'improved' upon it?" // "I am not saying I ever have. I have never made a less than perfect decision. I merely propose it as an option for you to reduce the paralysis you clearly face in this area." Damian taps the trash can. "Would I be wrong in suggesting you have not purchased any more bags because you have not found the perfect bags to purchase?" // "No. I have, they're just from the grocery store by the manor and I haven't had a chance to swing by recently." Tim throws his hands up as Damian takes the trash can away from him. "Though, admittedly, I could probably live with an imperfect trash bag, under the circumstances."

9/9

Rating: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 15242

Partition Summary: Damian frowns. “It’s vegetarian.” // “I’m not Jason.” Tim smiles at Damian. “I checked out the menu online, Damian. It looks really exciting. And I could probably use the vitamins.” // Damian huffs at him. They’re back on familiar territory. “The five food groups are not Chinese, Indian, Mexican, Italian and cheese, Drake.” // “You’re forgetting “just add water”.” // “I’m doing you the favour of pretending that cuisine doesn’t exist.”

1/1

Rating: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 7239

Unification Summary: “I am Damian al Ghul Wayne, Ibn al Xu'ffasch. My birthright demands I accept only that which I deserve. A cowed man, beaten and broken, coerced into marriage and trapped by gratitude? That is the husband you think is my right?” Damian draws himself up to his full height, finally tall enough to look his grandfather in the eye. “Do you think so little of me, Grandfather?”

48/48

Rating: E

Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

This causes the debate for Age of Consent where you were raised vs where you live

Words: 142133

Trade Agreements Summary: Random bits and pieces relating to Detente // 1 - Unification Chapter 7, PoV switch // 2 - What if: they had just told Bruce

3/?

Last Updated : 2019/8/28

Yes I read chapter three since there were only two when I read it

Rating: E

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Same thing with Unification

Words: 16638

All I Want for Christmas is a Robin

Fandom(s): Batman- All Media Types

Author(s): LebreTim

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13076973/chapters/29915307 

Summary: "Emerald green eyes, naturally tanned skin and a very familiar scowling face, what could only mean two things: Thalia had decided to play get impregnated by Batman and hide his child away again or Damian was de-aged."

6/6

Rating: G

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 10646

Not Mine

Fandom(s): Batman (Comics), Batman- All Media Types

Author(s): Capucine

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6091012/chapters/13961113 

Summary: Damian and Tim are forced into a horrific situation--and this is the immediate aftermath.

12/?

Last Updated: 2017/6/3

Rating: T

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage

ABO

Words: 19723

The World We Have Build

Fandom(s): Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics), Batman- All Media Types

Author(s): Skrigget

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10946388 

Summary: Damian curses loudly as he stares down at the pregnancy test he's holding in a tight grip. What is he supposed to do with this, he wonders, as he sighs heavily and notices that his hands are shaking slightly. He inhales sharply and forces his breathing to remain calm. // ** // Basically: Damian is pregnant (he hadn't planned this, far from), he's seventeen (this much happened by itself), an omega (which he hates because Mother and Father are both alphas) and the baby is Tim Drake's (well, the unborn baby is Damian's but still) and all of this could prove problematic. Very, very problematic actually.

1/1

Rating: E

Warnings: Underage

ABO, read the notes/tags

Words: 20655

Bars and Embarrassing Brothers

Fandom(s): Batman (Comics)

Author(s): Avanalae

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10822569 

Summary: This is all Babs' fault. Now he's being pursued by his own brothers.

1/1

Rating: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 830

Fear

Fandom(s): Batman- All Media Types

Author(s): Sakurras

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10134344

Summary: When Scarecrow captures Damian and Tim, the unbelievable happens and tragedy strikes the Batfamily.

1/1

Rating: T

Warnings: Major Character Death

Words: 1389

Zero: Birth of the World’s Best Hero Duo

Fandom(s): BNHA

Author(s):  Toboe1087

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18548689/chapters/43963657 

Summary: There was a next to zero percent chance that it would happen. That two infants would meet each other in the park and have a soulmate connection. That they would grow up together and change the world forever. But that's the thing, the chances were next to zero, but not quite zero.

40/?

Last Updated: 2019/8/29

Rating: T

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Words: 150571

Words Don’t Count for Partial Reads

To Have and To Hold

Fandom(s): BNHA

Author(s): Raezbearycream

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20289709

Summary: Pitted against two princes of hell, young witch Todoroki Shouto is doomed to meet his end. Little does he know, his destruction is only part of a much grander scheme. His destiny is much different than he was taught to believe. He's fucked.

1/?

Last Updated: 2019/8/18

Rating: E

Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

 ABO, Forced Bonding, Force Pregnancy, Feminization, READ THE TAGS!

Words: 5389

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Sometimes

Title: Sometimes Fandom: DCU, Young Justice (1998), Teen Titans, Red Robin Rating: PG Summary: Of course, for Tim, even telling her about his friends, was apparently too much. A/N: Well, for first fanfic in this fandom It isn’t so bad. And I hope, there’s not too many mistakes. One-shot based on head canons between me and angel-gidget. Just look for MisterS!anon tag there. Enjoy!

Sometimes, Tam wished that Tim wasn't a part-time vigilante.

That way, she wouldn't have to worry about some ninja slash assassins trying to kill her boss (or her). Or having to deal with said boss, when he stains her couch with new injuries gotten during the night. (On the plus side, she can do pretty neat stitches now – an ability she didn't thought she would need).

There were also minor things, that simple Assistants for sure didn't have to do. For example, because of lack of heroes at that time, Tam once had to help Oracle coordinate some JLA mission – and let me tell you how, despite being weird, it was stressful (but telling Superman to get his ass over there right now, was definitely one of her favorite experience).

And ok, from lesser scale, maybe lying about my boss's strange leather-clad night exercises, is probably nothing new for any rich man's Personal Assistant. But lying about gained injuries, suddenly cured injuries, ninja, assassins, aliens, alien tech, ancient magic incidents, sudden visits from megalomaniacs with penchant for world domination and recruiting her boss and just general weirdness, that to normal human being (even from Gotham) usually don't happened – it certainly is.

But that was sometimes. She usually didn't mind, really.

The point is: she just wished Tim would inform her before some another part of his vigilante-life would present itself before her. Or let her prepare somehow.

Of course, for Tim, even telling her about his friends, was apparently too much.

&&&

The first time Tam met one of her boss's friends (certain Bart Allen, former Impulse, currently Kid Flash), was during her work in WE.

She and Tim were in Tim's office working on new contract with overseas client. She was searching for that little nuisance in 260 pages contract, when sudden gust of wind made to the office, scattering everything (including the 260 pages contract) around the room.

Where that wind came from?

From certain guy, who was standing in the center of the room and was holding bags with Chinese food.

“Bart!” and whom, apparently Tim knew.

“HiTimWhat'supIwasthinkingthatwehaven'tseeneachotherlatlyandyou'rebusywiththeWEanddon'thavetimeforusanymoresoIdecidedtomeet'yainsteadandIbroughtfoodbecauseyoulookedthinlasttimewe'veseeneachother-”

Tam looked shocked at their guest. He talked as fast as he gesticulated while talking, making little gust of wind around him. Papers with contract, as well as other documents, were scattered across the office or flying near.

Her boss didn't seem so shocked as her. He didn't even acknowledge the paper chaos around them and just… smiled and talked with his friend.

Tam blinked, not believing what she saw.

Tim was happy. Genuinely happy. Not press-fake-happy, not I'm-about-to-win happy - just that kind of happy, that Tam never had a chance to see on Tim.

She had to pause gathering scattered papers, just to commit that sight to memory. She didn't thought that it was even possible for him to express – if not feel – such emotions (maybe somewhere, deep down in her mind she knew that it's normal – that it's how it should be).

As Tam was standing there, lost in her thoughts, looking at them, she didn't register when Bart run away from the office. Not only that, somehow, the whole contract, all the pages in order, was in her hands again.

She was still standing in the same spot, when Tim stopped waving to his friend in goodbye and looked into the containers to see what kind of food had been brought here.

“What happened?” she asked trying to comprehend the whole incident. Her stomach growled at the smell of food, so she put down the contract and joined Tim.

“So…” Tam started, picking one of the containers. “Who's that guy, again?”

“Bart. One of my friends.”

Friends? Tam didn't want to question him, but she hardly saw anyone who could be considered Tim  Drake's friend. Acquaintance – sure, crazy family member or coworker – always, but honest to God f r i e n d?

“Yes. FRIEND.” Uh-oh. The disbelieve must have been seen on her face. “We met during one crazy summer, you know? We both and couple other guys. Were really close, but lately everyone had their own crisis to take care of. With some, I haven't heard of them in a long time.”

The way Tim said it, made Tam want to apologize. She felt sorry for him. You see, since she had knew him, Tim was …sad. The saddest person she knew. Of course, because Tim rarely told her anything about himself – and considering the kind of life he lived – she was thinking about reasons for that sadness. Call it curiosity. However, her mind constantly supplied her with visions of brutally killed love, destroyed childhood, some weird dissatisfaction at the World and Humanity in general… No matter what she thought, it was the Red Robin, the hero, who have reasons to be sad, not Tim.

She tended to forget, that behind the mask, Tim was still a kid. A normal kid, who have normal problems – as missing his friends.

“Huh. Good to know you have those, Boss.” She ignored Tim and halted him from speaking. “But make sure, that the next time they decide to visit, it's not during work.” to which she pointed toward paper mess on the floor.

&&&

Next time, she have heard about Tim's friends was really not so long from the first situation. About three weeks later, when visiting Metropolis branch of WE, her boss took her on a trip, during their 20 minute lunch break, between meetings.

Three streets from WE building. On a rooftop.

“Why are we here, again?” she asked, tying her coat more tightly around her, in chance to get warmer. It was a really windy day, and a really shitty place to wait.

Her boss never answered her. Of course. She should get used to it by now. That whatever plan Tim's executing, he tends to forget about the rest of the world. Especially about his Assistant. Worse, that he forgets to, you know, inform her about whatever his vigilante's brain had planned. And e v e n   w o r s e – those plans, in 70% of time, tend to somehow kick her in the ass.

So she tried asking again – desperation called, after all.

“Tim. What. Are. We. Waiting. For.”

Silence was her only answer.

She sighed, searching through her purse for a hat and gloves. It was getting colder, as wind started to blow stronger than before. And while she was looking through her bag - when she started to consider cursing it, along with the weather, her boss and her to low paycheck for this kind of stress - a sudden question startled her.

“What is that?” Asked Tim, pointing to something in her bag.

Tam looked at him first, to shocked of hearing his voice at all. Then her brain registered the disgust in his voice and his intense gaze at the pointed object.

So, curiously, she looked at the pointed object.

“This?” she pulled out a notebook from her bag.

“Y e s.” Oh, so she didn't imagined that disgust. Who knew that Tim could be so expressive? “Why do you have it?”

Tam looked at the accused object in her hand, turning it slowly and searching very deliberately for any clue that would give answer for what the hell is Tim's problem with her Superboy notebook?

Ok, maybe it wasn't professional, but she didn't have time to buy any business-looking like notebooks, before going to Metropolis. So, she did the second best thing and brought any empty one she already had. Just because that one was bought during her fangirl days, didn't make it any less practical.

“What, jealous?” She snipped, turning her head in his direction.

“Jea- What? No! I'm not jealous!”

“Careful there, boss. Someone may think otherwise.”

“Look. Could you just hide it and don't pull it out? Kon still has one of the biggest ego I know of, and I don't really need for it to get even bigger.” Tim plead Tam, but Tam was still annoyed at Tim, so she asked him instead of doing what he asked her to do.

“Kon?” she said, holding the Limited Edition of Punk Superboy Notebook high in her hand.

“One of my friends from that One Crazy Summer? Please, Tam. Hide it, before he sees it. He may suggest giving autographs! A u t o g r a p h s, Tam!”

“I'm always happy to give autographs to my lovely fans.” Said Superboy, startling Tam. Then, he took notebook from her hands, signed on the cover and give her back. Tim scowled and glared at the newcomer the whole time.

“So, you must be Tam!” Kon-el said with enthusiasm, completely ignoring Tim. “I've heard about you! From Bart, of course, not from Mr Grumpy Pants over there.” he gestured to Tim, as his friend's glare got more deadly. “You know, he never speaks about you and I'm supposed to be his best friend, right? He didn't tell you about me, did he? Typical Rob. So, you know me, The Superboy, if that notebook says anything, but what about you? How come you work for the Brooding Bird? Better yet, how come you know about Mr Broody McBats and his little colony of birds and flying rodents? Bart mentioned Rob saying something about you being his life saver?

Before Tam had any chance reply (after initial shock fall down), Superboy got smacked in the face with a flash-drive.

“Here's what you needed. Now go before I bring out Kryptonite.” growled Tim.

Kon rubbed his face, where the evil thing hit him. Slowly grabbed the flash-drive, then turned his face to Tam.

“Kryptonite, he says. Can you believe, he cried last time he saw me? Said he missed his best pal.”

“Kon!”

“Jeez! I'm going, I'm going already!” Before flying too far, Superboy, one last time, turned to Tam. “It was nice meeting you, Miss Tim's Girlfriend!”

“KON!” But Superboy was to far to hear any threats uttered by red-faced Tim. Doesn't matter, because he would hear them eventually from his best friend. After, of course, he would learn more about certain Tim Drake's Assistant.

Tam and Tim were standing for a while, looking at the flying away silhouette of Kon-El. And while Tim were trying to develop heat vision thanks to his friend, Tamara blinked, trying to comprehend the whole situation. Moment later, she gathered her wits and abruptly turned to Tim.

“So.” She began slowly. “You WERE jealous!”

Tim didn't reply to her. Didn't even looked at her direction. He just went straight to the staircase, and before going down, he said, while still not looking at her:

“Lunch brake's over. We need to go.”

Tam went after him, once again cursing her Boss.

But despite everything, it appeared to be a good day – at lest her inner fangirl said so.

&&&

“So.” Tam began slowly. “You knew Cissie King-Jones.”

“Yes.”

They were sitting in a car – Tim driving, while Tam sat on his right. The road from film set, which they were driving away from, to Gotham was almost empty.

“You just decided to see Cissie King-Jones.” Tam said. “On film set. During shooting film, where she plays main character, at the same time, stopping everyone during they work just to say Hi to her?”

“Yes. That's what I did.”

“AND you introduced me to THE Cissie King-Jones.”

“Yes.”

“I don't think you understand what I'm saying.” she paused to get few deep breaths. “YOU introduced ME to THE Cissie King-Jones. Not only that, YOU are OLD FRIENDS with her! You are old friends with Olympic Gold Medalist in Archery, Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Lead Actress and All Time Top3 Popular, last year Oscar Winner, Hollywood Actress.”

“…Where are you going with this?”

“Are YOU freaking SERIOUS?! To think you're supposed to be detective  here.” she put her head in her hands, completely dumbfounded by her boss. When she talked again, her voice got that dangerous tone, reminding Tim of whenever any Batgirl was interrogating criminals. “Tim. Do you know what I was doing two weeks ago, on my free day?”

Tim's voice wavered a little, when he answered. He was surprised by Tam's sudden outburst, but wasn't going to admit of being scared of his Assistant.

“…No.”

“I was waiting. In line. For her autograph. I was waiting five hours, Tim. Five hours. And you just waltzed there! Ignored the documents we were supposed to take care of in the office, and drove ALL THE WAY there! Then, you were being all Wayne Heir and ignoring everyone, going straight to Cissie! Just to say HI to her?! Tim, why are you like this!”

Tim blinked, thinking what he was supposed to say. “…Umm” He started lamely. “If you want I'll call her agent next time and set a date?”

“NO!” Tam shouted  “Are you stupid! G-d! Why do you have all that money and privilege if you don't know how to use it!”she said, gesticulating wildly.

Tim drove on the roadside and stopped the car. He waited, letting Tam to cool of, before he said:

“I didn't know that you are her fan.”

“AND I DIDN'T KNOW, YOU WERE OLD FRIENDS WITH HER!”

They were silent after that. Tim started the car and got back on the road. They didn't talk to each other, didn't even looked at each other, both looking at the road.

When WE building was in their sight, Tim decided it was time to do what was right.

“I'm sorry.” He said. “I'm really REALLY sorry.”

“…No, you are not.” she said tiredly.

“…Ok, maybe I'm not, but please? Don't be mad?”

Tam didn't answer for a while, then she huffed, and turned her head to her boss.

“Ok.” she smiled slightly. “But you must tell me - how you guys met? She hugged you back there, boss.”

“Well… THAT group of friends? In which, Conner and Bart are part of? That's were we met.”

Tam blinked two times, while looking at Tim. Then – after she registered what she just heard, she groaned and hided her face in her hands.

THOSE Tim's friends. Olympic Archer. Superheros. Arrowette.

Figures, Tam. Figures.

&&&

Three months later, Tam's mood was considerably better – as was the weather. Little breeze, clear blue sky and sun shining high above her head. She was walking through the shopping district, window shopping. Tomorrow, she would have to meet with French branch of WE R&D. But not today. Today she was on vacation.

Still – she had that nagging feeling. Had she forgot something? But what?

Oh. Right. Remind Tim.

Fortunately, for that particular task, one phone call was sufficient.

“Tim, you haven't forgotten about the new series of applications for WE Scholarship?” she said as soon as her boss picked up.

“Hello, Tam. How are you? I'm doing great, thanks for asking.”

“Tim.”

“I remember about them. I was just about to read those, but I'm not sure where…”

“Green folder. Second lowest shelf. Make yourself coffee first, I don't believe, you are awake enough for your job.”

“…Thanks. For thinking about me. And you would be surprised, how much I can do half-asleep.”

Tam sighed, looked at the sky, then answered.

“Timothy Jackson Drake! Don't you dare sign anything while being half-asleep! And remember, you have a meeting with last Scholarship winner on Thursday. Don't be late. Everything is on your calendar. Her profile is also in the binder. Don't you dare upset her! She seems easily intimidated and we don't want bad press!” she was silent for a while, wanting to hear any confirmation that she was heard. None was said. ”Tim?”

“Mhm?”

“Can you repeat what I just said?”

“Yeah, yeah… Meeting. Not late.” she heard squeak of the chair and rustling of papers.” Be nice. Watch out for bad press- Oh! Why didn't you tell me it was Greta, who won? …Huh. Wonder, why she chose that subject. Little morbid, I must say.”

You know her? ”Wait. What do you mean morbid?”

“Well… considering her history…”

“Tim. She wrote about conduction of electric energy by different water resources and practical usage for it. What in that seems morbid to you?”

“Well, yeah, I see your point… But… it's how she died?”

“…Die- WHAT?!”

“She is alive right now, of course, but still… Don't sound shocked. She is one of THOSE friends, Tam.”

Right. She sighed again. Those superhero friends, about whom Tim doesn't even mention. Of course! It was so obvious, Tam! Why are you freaking out, Tam?

“Ugh. Whatever. I need coffee. Do your job and try not to call me, understood?” Tam didn't wait for Tim's answer as she disconnected. Work done – time for vacation.

&&&

Unfortunately, her vacation didn't last long. She knew that one day isn't that much, but two hours? Really?

Not only that, it seemed she somehow picked up Tim's tendency to summon bad guys, wherever he went. Right now, she was crouching with other clients and bank workers – all hurdled in the same corner. She had hands above her head as everyone, and prayed that no-one would be shot at.

And really – who still robs banks during the day?

It was bad. She couldn't do much from here. Not like superheroing anyway – she wasn't Tim, after all, but calling the police seemed hard. The robbers would see her immediately. What should she do? What-?

Apparently, she didn't have to do anything. Something very fast came and, before she registered what happened, she was outside, behind the police – as everyone else.

Few minutes later, Wondergirl and Superboy walked out of the bank – all five robbers tied by rope, dragged by Wondergirl. Police took them to the car, while two officers talked with the hero duo.

During their talk, Superboy turned his head in Tam's direction. He must have recognized her, considering how surprised he looked.

Before Tam had chance to move, Kon-El stood in front of her.

“Miss Fox, would you go with us?” he asked.

&&&

After talking with the police, they went to one of the many cafe that were there. For a while, no one said anything. They were sitting outside, waiting for their drinks. Only after waiter came with their orders and put them on the table, did conversation started.

“Cassie” said Wondergirl, holding her to Tam.

Tamara accepted the handshake. “Tam. Nice to meet you.”

“I'm aware you two know each other” said Cassie gesturing between Kon and Tam. At their nods, she continued. “Sorry for that sudden invitation for coffee. I wanted to meet you, but never thought I would have a chance to even hear about you. You know how… secretive Tim is.”

Tam just nodded sadly. She new exactly what Cassie was talking about. She didn't want to sound like noisy reporter, but hearing bits and pieces about anything of his vigilante's life was annoying. Especially in the most inappropriate time.

Cassie, seeing her face, huffed. “I guess we are on the same boat.” she relaxed in her chair, smiling. “So! Tell me about yourself! How did you meet Tim? Or - do you want to hear some stories from our adventures?”

Now, that was surprise. Normally, she isn't given information freely, like that. Especially about Tim's second-life.

“Tell her about Mr Sarcastic.” Kon smiled, while stage whispering to Cassie. She laughed in response.

“Opposite to you, I don't want her to run away from Tim at first given chance.” Cass said, after calming down.

Tam eyed them both. “Should I ask?”

“Better not. I would rather forget it ever happened.” replied Cassie. “But if he ever decide to …I don't know.…”

“Shave his head and wear belly shirts?” supplied Kon.

“Yes! If he ever decide to shave his head and wear belly shirts, you let me know, ok?”

“Now, I'm torn between asking and not-asking.” Tam said, amused. “Before story time - can I ask a favor? Don't tell Tim about the robbery. Or, at lest, my involvement in it. I don't want him to worry.”

Before Kon had a chance to ask why, Cassie shushed her friend and, smiling slightly, answered Tam.

“Consider it done.” she said. “Now, have you heard about time we saved Earth, by playing baseball?”

&&&

“Mind telling me, why we both got those invitations? No bugs or anything - checked. Just simple invitations.”

Tim looked up from his work. Tam just came to his office, holding two envelopes in her right hand. He gestured to her to show him those for closer inspection. Little tense, he looked closely at every side, before pulling the letters from the inside. However, when he read from who those were, all tension seemed to disappear from him.

“Well?” Tam asked, confused.

“Invitations for party. From my good friend. Apparently, she wants to meet you.”

“Why? Who's your friend?” Tim just smiled, but Tam stopped him before he had a chance to answer. “Wait. Let me guess. THAT group of friends? From Crazy Summer?” Tim just smiled wider and nodded.

“So, do you want to go?” he asked her.

“I'm not sure…”

“Cissie would be there.”

“Hell yes.”

&&&

“Anita, hi! Sorry for being late, we were hold up at the meeting.”

“Tim!” Anita stood up from the chair near the table, and came towards them. “Long time no see!” She hugged him, before turning her head to Tam.

“Ah! You must be The Tim's Assistant, right? I'm Anita Fite – Tim's childhood friend.”

“Tamara Fox. Just call me Tam.” she accepted the handshake. “And what do you mean by The? Was he talking about me? Only good things, I hope.” she asked, giving her boss a stink eye.

Anita just laughed loudly at Tam's question. “Oh, please.” she said moment later. “He's Rob, mon. I only heard about you from others.” Oh. That kind of did make sense. It's good to know, her boss isn't withholding things from her only.

Tim just huffed at the accusation. “Well, I think introductions are in order, aren't they?” he said, looking at both of them. Anita just mouthed of course, but Tam just frozen up. No. She knew what was coming. And she didn't like it.

“Don't you d a r e!” she hissed at him, but Tim ignored her completely.

“Tam – meet Anita, another friend from that crazy summer, as you guessed. Anita – this is Tam, my Assistant – She is my common sense. Also, she brings us coffee at the office to remind us that she is mortal, otherwise the rest of what she does would make us forget that fact.”

Tam just groaned, hiding her face in her hand in embarrassment. Anita only laughed more.

It took some time before she calmed down, but when she did, she said to Tim:

“Dramatic as always. But, I heard something about marriage? Is it true?”

Tim just smiled, shaking his head slightly.

“Oh. No. It – unfortunately – isn't true. I'm not that lucky, you see.”

Tam just groaned again. It was nice to hear Tim compliment her like this, true. She loved those compliments. But. Does he really had to do it during most, if not every, introductions?

Anita and Tim seemed to stop joking and decided to catch up on each others lives. However they didn't had chance to talk long before children, who were playing few meters from them, started screaming for Anita to come. Their host shook her head and sighed, before speaking to them.

“Grab a plate and eat something, the table's over there. You can put presents on the pile next to it. I'll be back in a few, ok?” she went without waiting for an answer.

Tam, for the first time, looked around. Today was nice, sunny weather and the party was in the backyard. Just as Anita said, the table – on which was enormous amount of food – stood near equally enormous pile of presents.

“I thought it was just party for your group.” Said Tam to Tim. “Why are there kids running around?”

“It's a birthday party. They are gonna be 8, if I remember correctly.”

“And who's gonna be eight?”

“Anita's parents.”

“Anita's pare- WHAT?!”

“Long story. Hey! Let's grab some cake before they eat it all! I swear, you will love it.”

“Tim, wait!”

But, of course, her boss didn't hear her, as he went to the food. Tam immediately went after him, trying to navigate between children running around her, losing her footing once or twice and having to stop abruptly more than she appreciated.

Sometimes, she wished, Tim would told her things like those beforehand.

Sometimes.

[theworstbob]

yellin’ at songs: june, week one

the songs that debuted on the 6.3.2017 and 6.2.2007 editions of the billboard hot 100 discussed herein with an appropriate enthusiasm

6.2.2007

33) "Do You Know? (The Ping Pong Song)/Dimelo," Enrique Iglesias

Maybe my earbuds just suck, but the ping-pong ball was disappointingly low in the mix. I needed that ping-pong ball to be the only instrumentation here. Like, the standard Enrique Iglesias drama, but instead of All The Producing, it's just a cascade of ping-pong balls, bouncing arrythmically as our boy has emotions. Like, if ypu're gonna be a bad song, don't play it safe with the novelty noises. Own that ping-pong shit. Throw in some ping-pong metaphors, give shout-outs to the best ping-pong players in the world. You can't just call your song "The Ping-Pong Song" and expect to get away with it, you gotta earn that shit.

91) "Bubbly," Colbie Callait

Comfort food is an important part of a balanced diet. You want to be healthy all the time, but part of being healthy, for me at least, involves keeping a thing of Ben & Jerry's in my freezer. I KNOW I'm gonna need that ice cream at some point, y'know? This weekend, when my computer stopped accessing the Internet, I said nuts to the world, I put some Mario streams on my phone, and when I got bored of those, my DVD player figured out a way to play Beauty & the Beast on a loop without me telling it to, so I could just turn my TV on. Critical thought is important, especially as we slide further into an authoritarian society, but sometimes, you gotta say 'fuck it' and accept a nice thing as a nice thing. "Bubbly" is that nice thing. It's barely anything, but it's nice what it barely is.

93) "I Need You," Tim McGraw & Faith Hill

This is "Whiskey Lullaby" for beginners (yes bob that is a sad country duet also) yes thank you I’m a good at critic-sizing, but can we take a moment to appreciate that TIm McGraw & Faith Hill have duets that charted in 1997, 2007, and 2017? Think of all the loves we've lost. Will Arnett and Amy Poehler. Rhea Pearlman and Danny DeVito. Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens. And all throughout, Tim McGraw and Faith Hill remain a constant. Like, it hurt when Rhea and Danny broke up because they were perfect, but if I'm being honest, Tim McGraw and Faith Hill is the couple I need to stay together forever. I honestly don't know if I could ever let myself fall in love if I knew Tim McGraw and Faith Hill ever fell out of love. I need them to make an "I Need You" every year for the rest of my life. I don't need to hear it? But I need them to make it.

96) "The Great Escape," Boys Like Girls

In 2007 we let pop bands with heteronomrative names make hit songs. Anyway, the song, it's bad. It's like a Yellowcard song by people whose sense of music history only goes as far back as Yellowcard. Honestly, this might be the worst song of 2007. There's been a lot of rap tracks trying to start dance crazes, by dancing is an inextricable part of hip-hop, the genre is nothing without the occasional "Chicken Noodle Soup," y'know? And KaraDioGuardi is trash, but she has noble aspirations: she is trying to infuse pop starlets with attitude, and while she fails horribly, there's at least noble aspirations. This song stands for nothing. It's riding the coattails of the mid-aughts emo wave, a trend we were making fun of AS IT WAS HAPPENING, nothing about it is original or spun in an interesting way or even delivered convincingly, it's just a shitty song with a chorus that would be rousing if any of these dudes had something like charisma behind which a crowd might rally, it's, it's nothing! It's less of a thing than Joe, and Joe was just a dude named Joe! I hate this song and I hate that I'm going to make myself listen to another Boys Like Girls song.

97) "Bleed it Out," Linkin Park 99) "Given Up," Linkin Park

These were almost good songs! Linkin Park is much better at being a rock band than they are emotional balladeers, and they have something going with both of these songs, like those hand-claps really make you feel like Linkin Park is about to hit you with some hot rock sing-a-long action, and then... dude just kinda screams about how much pain he feels? OK, that's not fair to "Bleed it Out," "Bleed it Out" is legit hot, that's one of the rare times that the rapper in Linkin Park is absolutely on his game. He's not a great rapper, but dude knows how to blend in with a great song. And Screams McGee (his name is Chester Bennington, you know I know who he is) can be a compelling vocalist! He does a few subtle things in "Given Up" that make him sound legitimately damaged and frustrated before the song devolves into him screaming "put me out of my misery!" Maybe I just needed this to be good just so I wasn't too bummed out after enduring "The Great Escape," but y'know what, Linkin Park? Not that shitty. Still pretty shitty, but there's enough here that I like that I’m not gonna call it an utter angstfest.

should i still publish top 20s if there are no changes. is there any instructive value to the top 20 even if things did change. 20) "Movin' On," by Elliott Yamin (3.17.2007) 19) "U + Ur Hand," by P!nk (1.13.2007) 18) "Doe Boy Fresh," by Three 6 Mafia ft./Chamillionaire (1.20.2007) 17) "Get Me Bodied," by Beyonce (5.26.2007) 16) "I Don't Wanna Stop," by Ozzy Osbourne (5.26.2007) 15) "Stolen," by Dashboard Confessional (4.21.2007) 14) "Beautiful Liar," by Beyonce & Shakira (3.31.2007) 13) "Cupid's Chokehold," by Gym Class Heroes ft./Patrick Stump (1.13.2007) 12) "The River," by Good Charlotte ft./M. Shadows & Synyster Gates (2.10.2007) 11) "Say OK," by Vanessa Hudgens (2.17.2007) 10) "Alyssa Lies," by Jason Michael Carroll (1.13.2007) 9) "Never Again," by Kelly Clarkson (5.12.2007) 8) "Get Buck," by Young Buck (4.14.2007) 7) "And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going," by Jennifer Hudson (1.13.2007) 6) "Thnks fr th Mmrs," by Fall Out Boy (4.28.2007) 5) "Candyman," by Christina Aguilera (1.13.2007) 4) "Because of You," by Ne-Yo (3.17.2007) 3) "Umbrella," by Rihanna ft./Jay-Z (4.28.2007) 2) "Dashboard," by Modest Mouse (2.17.2007) 1) "The Story," by Brandi Carlile (4.28.2007) alright, 2017. the bar has been set. can you produce one song better than “bubbly?” i see you’re giving me another imagine dragons banger. i’m not confident in your ability to get this w.

6.3.2017

62) "Rollin," by Calvin Harris ft./Future & Khalid

I appreciate the work Calvin Harris has done this spring to get our most morose pop artists to get funky. I don't really remember Khalid, but I do remember not feeling "Location," and he was much better with a song that felt like something, and I don't think I can name a Future verse delivered with higher energy than this. (There's so many, though. I might well be forgetting like seven Future songs.) I'm not here to call it great, it might end up fading from memory completely like "Heatstroke" did (I liked it, right? It's #20 before I dip into the rest of the debuts, but I recall liking it), but, y'know, funky. Calvin Harris is like the only pop megastar insisting that we boogie, and however disposable his music ends up being, his mission is one I can get behind.

80) "Bad Liar," by Selena Gomez

"This is a pretty dope baseline!" Bob thought on his way to Wikipedia, where he was informed this is a Julia Michaels joint sampling Talking Heads. This is great. Like, David Byrne had to think this was good in order for it to be made, I am not quite sure what I come to this space to do, but I know it's not to disagree with David Byrne.

92) "Whatever it Takes," by Imagine Dragons

this is the same song as "thunder" was the same song as "believer." like they made three songs about how awesome it is to be famous, except this song is about how imagine dragons will be imagining dragons so hard to maintain the level of fame which they have attained, because: being famous: is good. no entity has wasted more of my time this year than imagine dragons. and i had to listen to an entire drake album! i mean this! how many more of these songs do i have to listen to? how many of these songs do they have LEFT?

93) "Felices Los 4," by Maluma

If the rousing success of "Despacito" means we're getting more Latin pop on the charts, I am absolutely down. And if a new Latin pop explosion means we get more songs about polyamory, as the basic English translation I have found leads me to believe this is, I am SO DOWN. This is a chipper and fun song about saying "The more the merrier!" when your girl finds a new boy. It's the epitome of a chilled-out groove. "It doesn't matter what they'll say, we like it like this." DAMN SKIPPY. Maluma will not be kink-shamed. I like what I'm 90% sure this song is. Give me more songs about people on different areas on the ever-expanding spectrum of human sexuality. I expect an asexuality anthem by the time we're through, 2017.

95) "No Promises," by Cheat Codes ft./Demi Lovato

Who are Cheat Codes? Like, legit, if I'm gonna complain about the slop of dudes churned out by Nashville, I should also call out the endless parade of dudes at soundboards constructing their tool-assisted pop songs. Does Cheat Codes have any artistic identity? Am I supposed to have left this song having learned something new about the world, or at least heard familiar noises used in a new and fun way? Like, "Bad Liar" wasn't an earth-shatteringly epic statement of purpose, but it used the "Psycho Killer" bassline in modern setting, and that made me want to see who made it. I can't tell you who Cheat Codes are from their music. I don't get the feeling they got into music as an avenue of self-expression, I think the goal is to make formless, unidentifiable dance noises, and that's intensely disappointing. (Demi Lovato's here, too. It's not her fault this song is bad. She tries her darndest.) I can't say what Cheat Codes bring to the table to justify listening to Cheat Codes instead of anything else that's ever existed.

98) "Ghost in This House," as performed by Lauren Duski

So next week is a big week for American Idol, five Idol songs on the chart, and I'm sure the The Voice finale is gonna put more than one song on the chart, so that’ll be a fun comparison. Big couple weeks coming up for reality singing competitions! This is a nice performance of a country song with which I'm unfamiliar, being sung by an attractive blonde with something like a unique voice. It's nothing I'd ever vote for, but I completely get how it ended up in my list of things to do today. Finally: a white country singer is going to win a reality singing competition. Been, what, three months since the last time? TOO LONG.

100) "Me Enamore," by Shakira

It would have been so easy for this to feel like seven dudes in suits screaming FUCK LATIN POP'S BACK WE HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO WRITE A TRACK FOR SHAKIRA, but man, Shakira's just too reliable a pop music entity to let it go down like that. It's basic, simple stuff, "me en-na-na-more" is nowhere near the thundering statement of purpose that is "des... pa... ci-to," but y'all need something basic done right, you call in a pro, and Shakira's a consummate professional. It's hard to tell if I'm reacting to the actual performance or to the band name, but as far as I can sort out, Shakira brings a joy and personality to a song that might've been listless in less capable hands.

Hey! New blood in this Top 20! 20) "You Look Good," by Lady Antebellum (4.22) 19) "The Heart Part 4," by Kendrick Lamar (4.15) 18) "Selfish," by Future ft./Rihanna (3.18) 17) "Slide," by Calvin Harris ft./Frank Ocean & Migos (3.18) 16) "Felices los 4," by Maluma (6.3) 15) "Now & Later," by Sage the Gemini (2.25) 14) "Bad Liar," by Selena Gomez (6.3) 13) "DNA." by Kendrick Lamar (5.6) 12) "It Ain't Me," by Kygo x Selena Gomez (3.4) 11) "Craving You," by Thomas Rhett ft./Maren Morris (4.22) 10) "That's What I Like," by Bruno Mars (3.4) 9) "Chanel," by Frank Ocean ft./A$AP Rocky (4.1) 8) "Either Way," by Chris Stapleton (5.27) 7) "Run Up," by Major Lazer ft./PARTYNEXTDOOR & Nicki Minaj (2.18) 6) "Green Light," by Lorde (3.18) 5) "ELEMENT." by Kendrick Lamar (5.6) 4) "Despacito," by Luis Fonsi ft./Daddy Yankee (2.4) 3) "Issues," by Julia Michaels (2.11) 2) "iSpy," by KYLE ft./Lil Yachty (1.14) 1) "Hard Times," by Paramore (5.13) I underestimated you, 2017!

Who won the week?

2017! I don’t know what I’m supposed to say in this section so I’ma just bounce, great work today some of you, next week we’re gonna revist “Lip Gloss.”

2017: 6 2007: 4