#imagine damian trying to robin for tim!bats for 1 (one) night and the next morning he doesn't say anything he just moves to bludhaven

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!

[desolationofzara]

three’s a crowd, but four’s a party part 1

Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Jon Kent, Connor Kent

Pairing: DamiJon, TimKon

Summary: Just two bats on a double date with their super boyfriends

A/N: My lovely mutual @unavenged-robin wanted a fic where Tim, Kon, Damian, and Jon all double dated. So here’s part one! I didn’t originally plan for this to be a multipart fic, but it’s been too much fun writing the boys interactions, especially Tim and Damians. This is my first time writing for the couples so please be nice! 

I aged up Damian to 17, and Jon to 15. I dont know the age gap between Tim and Damian but im gonna say that Tim is around 22. 

It was a relatively quiet night for Gotham city. Just a few muggings, a convenience store robbery, and a car heist. Normally, Damian would've been antsy all night. Waiting, practically begging for some villain to come along to spice things up. But tonight, there wasn't a peep out of Robin. This made Batman very suspicious.

Batman headed back to the cave. Robin said that he wanted to do one last sweep of the city before deeming it safe for the night. Bruce knew better than anyone that there was something about swinging in the cold Gotham night air, thousands of miles from the ground, listening to the sounds of the city, made you think clearer. And if that's what Damian needed right now, so be it. He'd come to Bruce with his worries when he needed to. And with that, Bruce got started on his report for the night.

It wasn't much later that Damian flipped into the cave.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes, even as I did one last sweep down, it seems that there was no crime to report for tonight." Damian answered, taking off his mask.

"I didn't mean with the city, Damian, I mean with you." Bruce chuckled, looking at his youngest. That seemed to freeze Damian mid step.

"I'm fine." Damian said quickly. Too quickly. Bruce gave him a skeptical look. Damian swallowed thickly and approached his father. "There is a State Fair that will begin on Friday in Metropolis, I had the intention of taking Jon."

Damian wanted to take Jon to a fair? All the way in Metropolis? They could wait another week or two and there would be a state fair here in Gotham. Granted, the one in Metropolis probably had less psychopaths try to ruin it.

"As in a date, Father."

Bruce's brain short circuited. The words 'date' and 'Jon' were the only things that he could focus on.

"Take your brother with you." Bruce finally said, turning back to the Batcomputer.

Damian scrunched his nose, "I hardly think that we need to be chaperoned-"

"Take your brother with you, or you wont be going." This thought made Bruce very happy.

"But Grayson is on a mission overseas! He'll never get back here by Friday!" Damian whined.

"Last time I checked, you had more brothers than just Dick." Bruce smirked.

He could feel Damian weighing his options behind him. It was either Jason "Guns blazing for the entire public to see" Todd, or ask Tim for a favor.

"Isn't Master Tim still dating Mr. Connor? Perhaps you could ask him." Alfred supplied helpfully.

“As in double date?” Damian scrunched his nose up.

“I believe it’s either this, or you could wait for the Gotham State Fair and Master Bruce would happily chaperone your date. Unless you would rather prefer Master Jason.” Alfred said

Bruce grinned at Alfred statement, and it only widened when he saw Damians head snap toward him.

“I will call Drake in the morning.” Damian grumbled as he sulked out of the cave. When Alfred and Bruce heard the entrance to manor close, they silently high fived.

Tims phone started to buzz as soon as he got out of his first class. D E M O N S P A W N displayed across his phone. Tim sighed as he glided his thumb across the screen to answer.

“Damian”

“Drake”

“Everything alright?” Tim asked, sipping his coffee he just bought.

“Peachy. Why wouldn’t it be.”

“The fact that you’re calling me. So Im asking again, everything okay?”

“I have a mission for you. On friday. You don’t have any friends so im going to assume that you’re free.”

“I dunno, Damian. I could have a date that day.” Tim smirked. Oh, he was going to have fun with this.

“Is a date really more important than a mission?” Damian asked. It sounded like he was ready to head to his campus any minute and strangle him.

“It could be. Especially if that mission is having to chaperone your little brothers date.”

“How did you-?!”

“B called me last night and asked if I could chaperone your date.”

“Let me guess. You leaped at the offer.” Damian drawled.

“You know, contrary to your popular belief the soul purpose of my life isn’t to bring misery into your own.” Tim snapped. He didnt mean to, it was just something about Damians know-it-all attitude about him that got under his skin. “Look,” Tim started again, “My first date with Kon was a movie date, and do you know who followed us around everywhere?”

“Batman?” Damian snorted

“Bingo. You can only imagine how awkward my first kiss was.” Tim could hear Damians chuckling on the other end of the phone.

“Grayson caught my first kiss with Jon.” Damian admitted quietly.

“And somehow, I feel like that’s worse than Batman spying on all my dates.”

There was a few beats of silence between the two. Both struggling with what to say next, or just let the conversation die there. In the end, it was Tim who spoke first.

“Listen Damian, my class is about to start pretty soon.”

“Of course, then I will see you friday.”

“A word of caution,” Tim started. Damian felt his ears perk up. “Kon is... an acquired taste. But he’s very close with his brother. If you want to date Jon long term,”

“I do.” Damian interjected quickly.

“Then you should, no, NEED to made a good impression with Kon.”

“Isn’t the fact that he’s dating you make any difference?” Damian sighed.

“I wouldn’t push my luck if I were you. But how about you let me do the talking on friday?”

“By all means, Tim.”

“Sounds like a plan, see you then. Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

Tim pulled up to the manor Friday afternoon. Alfred, as always, was ready to greet him at the door. “Good afternoon, Master Timothy.” Alfred smiled.

“Hey Alfred. Where’s our growing boy?”

“I believe Master Damian is in his room,” Alfred said with a smirk on his face. “He’s been trying on clothes for the past hour or so.”

“No way.” Tim snorted. The kid took “make a good impression” way too seriously.

“If you don’t believe me, inspect for yourself. I do believe you know where his room is.”

Tim fought the urge to run to Damians room, with his phone in hand. Tim couldn’t wait to send a video to Jason and Dick about the ‘baby getting ready for his first date’.

“Oh, Master Timothy,” Alfred called and Tim turned around to face him. “Do keep the teasing to a minimum. I’ve just got the blood stains out of the carpet from your last argument.”

“I’ll try my best, Alfred.” Tim smiled, pocketing his phone.

Tim knocked on Damians door. Damian opened his door wearing an Armani suit. Tim didnt know whether to break down laughing, or be exasperated.

He chose the latter.

“Really?” Tim deadpanned.

The tips of Damians ears turned red, “Perhaps I got carried away with-”

“Playing dress up?”

“My options.” Damian hissed, narrowing his eyes into slits.

“Well have you decided on what you want to wear? Because we should probably leave soon if we want to pick the guys up on time.” Tim stated looking at his watch. He saw Damians feet shuffle from the corner of his eye. Tim pushed himself into the younger boys room. Surprisingly, there was no protest from Damian. 

Tim bit back a laugh when he saw the state of Damians room. It was a mess. The younger boys whole closet was probably on the floor or his bed. “I feel bad for Alfred.” Tim chuckled as he got to work on a pile of clothes.

“I will clean my room myself when I return.” Damian sighed, flopping down on his bed. Tim quickly extracted khaki pants and a plain black button down. He threw them on top of Damian and exited the room.

Damian walked out as stiff as a board. “This does not seem appropriate.”

“But an Armani suit was?”

“Michael Kors.”

“What?”

“The suit was Michael Kors. Not Armani.”

“Oh, so the casual look. I get it.”

“Shut up, Drake.”

“Stop stressing out. Everything will be fine.” Tim said, taking Damians arm to roll up his sleeve.

“Im not stressing out-” Damian scoffed.

“The state of your room says otherwise.” Tim smirked. He could practically hear Damians teeth grinding together. 

“The Kents appreciate simplicity.” Tim tried to sooth, moving to Damians other arm.

“Obviously. They lived on a farm.” Damian smirked.

“Very ‘actions speak louder than words’ people.” Tim continued, placing a watch around the teens wrist. “So if you really mean that you’re going to be with Jon for the long run, they’ll see it. Our family is the one with the trust issues.”

This elicited a snort from Damian. “And don’t we know it.” He said quietly.

Tim smiled down at Damian. “Yeah. Now go put on some deodorant and cologne. You smell like mothballs.”