#red robin blurb

[ditzybeee]

❥・Tim Drake — boyfriend hcs

❥・tags: tim drake blurb, tim throws money at his problems, tim drake is his fathers son (both), gn!reader, no use of y/n, no dialogue

❥・word count: 428

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Tim Drake, who wasn't sure if you were real.

Tim Drake, who was struck by how attractive you were.

Tim Drake, who wanted to put you under a microscope.

Tim Drake, who handed you a wad of cash to ask you out.

Tim Drake, who was confused why you didn't take the money.

Tim Drake, who was dragged to a local coffee shop by you.

Tim Drake, who ordered one of everything.

Tim Drake, who watched as you tried everything, making notes—literal notes—on what you liked and disliked.

Tim Drake, who continuously bought large bouquets and jewlery for you.

Tim Drake, who was confused why you thought it was shallow.

Tim Drake, who finally understood material objects aren't everything.

Tim Drake, who takes you on smaller dates.

Tim Drake, who learns to love life with you.

Tim Drake, who slows down for you.

Tim Drake, who is too tired to change clothes.

Tim Drake, who arrives to a date in full Red Robin gear.

Tim Drake, who—after a nap—explains everything.

Tim Drake, who expects you to leave.

Tim Drake, who is suprised when you don't leave.

Tim Drake, who makes sure you're tucked in tightly when he leaves for work in the morning.

Tim Drake, who makes sure you're tucked in tightly when he returns from crime fighting in the evening.

Tim Drake, who is learning how to cook for you.

Tim Drake, who burns the food and ends up ordering in.

Tim Drake, who sends WE gift baskets on the first of every month with all of their new products.

Tim Drake, who struggles to lie to his father about who the recipient of the baskets are for.

Tim Drake, who's father figures it out and demands a meeting with the family.

Tim Drake, who puts off telling you.

Tim Drake, who eventually caves when you ask him what was bothering him.

Tim Drake, who is confused with why you're so persistent on meeting his family.

Tim Drake, who takes you on a shopping spree for a new outfit to meet his family.

Tim Drake, who is so anxious for this meeting.

Tim Drake, who answers all his family's questions for you.

Tim Drake, who seeks his father's approval the most.

Tim Drake, who gains his family's approval.

Tim Drake, who returns home and slumps on the couch, dragging you along with him.

Tim Drake, who whispers sweet praises as he falls asleep.

Tim Drake, who allows himself to love something other than his work.

Tim Drake, who loves you with his whole heart (and his wallet).

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❥・a/n: 7th post yall im like ab to fall asleep

❥・masterlist

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

pretty please more wayne exec! tim im obsessed

hiii!! this is great news.

i am also eating sleeping breathing tim drake rn so let me narrow it down..

like a fic....

[squishykitty825]

The Batfamily knowing military hand signals is a hilarious concept to me. Cause like, you can not tell me Damian wouldn’t be constantly drawing his hand across this throat at every mild inconvenience and person with Dick trying to hide the fact that his ten-year-old brother is telling him he wants to eliminate 80% of the guests there

Damian standing next to Bruce who is in full on Brucie Wayne mode: *eliminate that man*

Jason: *say again*

Dick, taking notice of the gestures: *emphatically gives Damian a negative*

Steph sneaking up on the man with Cass: *assault assault*

[cr1ms0n-d0ll]

Sparring with Jason

pt. 1

……….

Jason still not exactly sure as to how he ended up in this position with you. One minute you were both sparring with the wooden staffs usually kept in the corner of the training room, and within a blink of an eye you had swept the back of Jason’s knees causing him to fall to the floor. His eyes still refocusing from the fall, and after a second his eyes land to you, straddling his lap, holding the staff against his neck. Jason cursed at himself mentally for getting distracted by your boobs, even if it was just for a moment. He couldn’t really blame himself too much since it was hard not to look at the way your breasts lay plush against the material of your sage green workout bra paired with matching shorts. And honestly, he wasn’t really too mad about the position you both were in either.

“Yield” you said, your grip firm on the staff against his neck. Jason took note of the stern look on your face and the mischievous yet triumphant glimmer in your eyes.

“Now why would I do that princess” Jason teased while smirking at you, his cocky demeanor returning to him.

“Because from the looks of it, I currently have the upper hand” As I lean forward to whisper something in his ear, I subconsciously grind against his crotch, only realizing when it twitches beneath my core.

“Yield” I say again, this time whispering it to him as my lips lightly brush against his ear.

Jason shivers at your words, taking in how your breasts push against his chest, and the plush of your ass ever so slightly grinding against him.

“Fuck” he mutters out, completely breathless

…….

This was my first time actually writing something on my page so pls lmk if you like it and want me to continue this!

Also I did not proof read this so if you notice any mistakes pls ignore it 😭

[myerssimp21]

Batcave Meeting (YAN!Pt.3)

Romantic!Yandere!Batfam Part 3. Part 1, Part 2 here (context: Tim Drake purposefully got aphrodisiac'd when fighting Ivy and then went over to Darling's apartment to smash. This is a batfamily meeting about that and how to move forward.).

As you obliviously drifted to sleep, the live feed of you doing so was being projected onto a big screen in the BatCave while members joined together at a table, casually watching you as you yawned and readjusted against your pillow. The imposing man situated at the end of the table clasped his hands together, regarding the young men in front of him. Once everyone was seated, the imposing man began speaking to them, noticing how many of them had their eyes glued to the screen.

"We're going to discuss what happened the other day and plan for next week," he announced, and the pouty brunette who had had a frown on his face now crossed his arms.

"Allow me to explain it from my perspective first, Father," he said, sporting a moody expression, "You and Drake were unexpectedly out of commission during your patrol, which, while not typical, is understandable given our line of work."

His eyes flicker over to Tim and Jason, narrowing in contempt and disgust.

"Todd and Drake both know how important our duty to Gotham is," Damian continued while making eye contact with Jason, "But instead of prioritizing that, they let their impulses get the better of them. Drake especially for instigating the situation. Using Ivy's aphrodisiac to... indulge with our darling? It's selfish, reckless, and disrespectful."

"Damian, hold on a second," Jason interjected, "I had no idea about the aphrodisiac. It was my night off so I was sleeping in and missed Bruce's calls when he and Tim got doused in it. I only woke up because the audio feed from her apartment was turned up and I heard them together. I blew up Tim's phone and went over when he left because I was pissed, and I didn't realize that was why she couldn't get enough. I feel really bad about it now that I know."

Damian's expression softened subtly as he absorbed Jason's explanation. Despite his composed demeanor, the tension still lingered in his features.

"I appreciate your honesty, Todd," Damian conceded, his tone slightly softer, "It's still not acceptable that she was acting strangely and this was not analyzed, but I understand that the situation was...unconventional."

As Jason and Damian had a moment of newfound comradery, Tim finally spoke up, "I understand your frustrations, but you need to know that I researched Ivy's aphrodisiac extensively before I ever considered using it. I made sure it wouldn't have any adverse health effects on anybody and appropriately calculated the risks."

Damian's expression darkened further, his negative feelings towards Drake beginning to truly show. "This isn't just about general safety or the safety of some substance!" he exclaimed, "It's about respect and her consent. You had no right to manipulate her like that, whether or not it posed a physical risk."

"Come on, Damian," Tim retorted, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice. "She didn't find out about the aphrodisiac, did she? So what's the big deal? It's not like we hurt her or anything. She's fine, and she doesn't even know what happened. In fact, she likes us even more because I made a move for us. Why are you making a big deal out of nothing?"

Jason scoffed, his distaste in Tim at this point evident. "Seriously, Tim? You're gonna act like a douchebag just because she didn't find out? That's messed up, even for you."

"It's not just about the immediate consequences," Damian shot back, his voice angrier. "It's about the long-term impact on her. I bet you didn't even stop to consider how your actions could affect her, or how they could undermine the trust she has in us. And what about the ripple effect it could have on her relationships with all of us? He's playing with fire, Father, and he needs to be held accountable."

"Let's not overlook the bigger issue here," Tim said, his voice defensive, "What I did was perverted, I admit that. But let's not pretend that bugging and wiring her apartment is any less invasive. That's hardly consensual either."

"Don't you dare deflect the issue!" Damian's voice rose, and he was now yelling, "We implemented those measures for her safety, not for our own entertainment! It's a gross violation of her privacy, but at least we did it to protect her!"

"Oh? And having two separate cameras staring at her bed is going to what, protect her from bad dreams?"

"Dami, Tim, let's try to keep our cool here," Dick interjected gently, easing in to defuse the tension, "We're all on the same team, remember? We need to work together to figure this out."

Damian turned to Dick with a measured gaze, "I want to hear your perspective on this matter, Grayson."

Dick sighed, solemnly addressing Drake. “Tim, what you did wasn't just a mistake. It was a deliberate breach of trust. She relies on us to keep her safe and instead of focusing on that, you exploited her vulnerability.”

"Also," and Dick seemed more pained at this part, "You betrayed our trust. We all care about her and you influenced her desires for your own gain."

Tim sat in silence, his expression filled with shame as he began to realize the gravity of his actions. He knew he had acted irresponsibly, and the weight of their words hung heavy in the air. Jason and Dick exchanged silent glances, their disappointment evident in their expressions.

Damian took a deep centering breath before focusing his attention back on Tim.

"This isn't about whether she found out or not, Drake. If you still don't understand that, then we need to take more drastic measures to address and punish this behavior. Father, I appeal to you to implement anything you deem necessary to prevent such behavior in the future. We cannot allow such indecent actions against her to to be repeated."

Bruce, understanding the severity of the situation and having now heard everyone's perspective, nodded solemnly at Damian.

"Tim, in light of your actions, there are going to be some consequences," Bruce stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You need to schedule therapy with Dr. Thompkins to address the troubling attitude that led to this situation. While we have taken invasive measures to monitor her, as Damian pointed out, your actions went beyond that."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. "Until you've attended and Dr. Thompkins deems it appropriate, you will be restricted from having any contact with _____."

Finally, Bruce's gaze softened slightly as he looked at both Damian and Tim. "And Tim, it's imperative that you and Damian eventually reconcile. We're a team, and we need to remain united in our goals and overall behavior. I expect both of you to work towards rebuilding your relationship for the sake of the team and our darling."

"Damian," Bruce addressed his son, "since Tim will no longer be able to have contact with her, I'm assigning you a new responsibility. You will substitute him as her school friend and be someone she can rely on for assistance with homework and company. I want you to pick a class of hers that sounds interesting to you and make sure you're there to support her. It's important that she has someone she can trust and rely on, especially now. It's an opportunity for you to show her that she can count on us."

As the meeting continued, Damian spoke up, "I'll join her art class. It will allow me to assist her with her assignments and ensure she receives the academic support she needs."

Bruce nodded in approval. "Good choice, Damian. Make sure to approach this responsibility with care and dedication."

Turning to Jason, Bruce's expression grew serious. "Jason, I need you to be especially understanding and supportive towards her. If she feels troubled or has any lingering negative thoughts about what happened, I expect you to be there for her."

"Of course, Bruce," Jason says, eyes fixated on the now-sleeping figure of their darling on the cameras, "I'll do whatever it takes."

Dick now spoke up, "Can we talk about introducing me as Jason's roommate?"

Bruce shook his head, "Not yet; I want to make sure Damian successfully integrates first. You can still frequent around her job but no more interactions than that."

"Except for as a vigilante?" Dick replies hopefully, and Bruce gives him a measured gaze similar to his son's.

"Yes, although I expect you to exercise patience and primarily work in Blüdhaven for now."

Damian cuts in, "And don't be like Drake and fabricate a reason for her to need you."

"Damian," Bruce says in a tired voice, "I've made myself clear."

Damian looks down with an expression like he's biting his tongue and contempt is bright in his eyes, "Sorry, Father."

With that, the meeting concluded, each member of the Batfamily knowing the roles they had to play in ensuring their darling's well-being and trust remained intact.

[reds-hoodies]

I feel like on icy-cold days Dick would be sure to pull his siblings aside and absolutely smother their faces with Vaseline before heading out. It’s something his mom used to do if they ever stopped somewhere snowy to perform.

But why is he so agressive with it?? It’s like a solid minute and a half of him just smooshing their faces around like he’s kneading dough or something😭

“Gotta make sure every inch of skin is covered!” He’d say.

It has to be a test of their abilities, they all think, because they nearly pass out every time. Dick tries to reshape their fucking skull with the grease and they’re holding their breath because they don’t want to accidentally get it in their mouth.

When he was younger, Jason used to sit through it no problem. He’d whine a little at first, but he wouldn’t complain. He honestly was just happy to be doted on by his older brother. Now though, he snatches the tub away from him and applies it himself. Dick tries to get the places he missed, but his hand gets slapped. And then he swipes his hand down the front of Jason’s face and runs away lol

Tim knows this hack but hates the feeling on his face. He stops in his tracks as soon as he spots Dick standing at the door with the Vaseline tub. Should he sprint back up the stairs to his room and hide? It’s tempting… But ultimately he just sighs in defeat and makes his way over to Dick.

He knows if he tries to run away, all that’ll come out of it is a broken chandelier, a torn jacket, and a greasy face. Might as well just get the greasy face without the broken stuff.

He’s learned.

Now Damian, he loves his brother, he does. But there is no way in hell he’s having that petroleum jelly touch his face. Try as he might to get away, bobbing and weaving out of Dicks reach, he always gets snatched up by one of the others (Jason) and is held down as he gets smothered. It’s all “Pthbt pthbt ptthhbhth” because he wouldn’t stop yelling and got some of it in his mouth 😔

He comes out of it looking like a wet, grumpy cat.

Dick is satisfied his brothers are ready for the cold. Shiny faces and all.

[sanguineterrain]

could I request a fic with insomniac!reader and tim? i love your writing im excited to see how you make his character your own! <3

thanks for the request! first time writing tim... kinda nervous like I'm on a first date 🫣 hope you like! this one isn't as mushy gushy as my usual fics (jason) so yeah. also my knowledge of yj is purely through fic 🤙

tim drake x gn!reader. tw insomnia, tim being so awkward but maybe... there are feelings... who can say. tim's character is so interesting to me (probably because I identify with him the most lmao).

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It's really, really nice of the team to let you stay over tonight. Like, really nice.

You haven't even done much. You're pretty much a nobody in the superhero world, not even a D-list hero. Certainly not anybody that should be hanging out with the likes of Wonder Girl and Superboy and, God, Tim freakin' Drake.

Kon was just overly generous in his cool, brash way, herding you into a spare room after last night's battle. After tonight, you'll politely break away from the team to give them some reprieve. It didn't escape your notice that they didn't hang out last night like they usually do.

You've been awake for an hour now, listening for sounds of life in the corridor. If you were home, you'd already be on the couch watching crappy TV. But you really don't want to run into anyone here.

Maybe you have some chamomile tea leftover from the last time you stayed over. You hadn't stayed the whole night, slipping away without interference as most of the team had gone to their own homes.

You get up, stretching and popping joints. It's always a little cold in the Tower, and it wakes you up as you walk to the kitchen first. You're as quiet as you can be in heating the water and finding the tea.

You take your mug and head to the den. As you enter, you freeze.

Tim turns his head from his place on the couch. The blue light from the TV makes him paler, and his eyes bluer. Sometimes, he looks so much like Bruce Wayne, it startles you.

"Oh," you say, unsure what else to say. Your brain is tired and fried. "I... was just looking for my watch."

That's definitely your dumbest lie. You don't have a watch. Tim sure as fuck knows that.

His eyes flick to your wrist, as if reminding you both how stupid your lie is, then to your mug. He mutes the TV.

You stay where you are. Tim stands, obviously shouldering his own bout of insomnia.

"It's... you can come in," he says, just as awkward as you.

That's comforting. Tim's usually so suave, the few times you've interacted. He's all Gotham Heights, his upbringing never quite sloughing off no matter how many times he's probably tried to blend in and not be so... private school.

"I was just going to bed," he says quickly.

"No, you weren't," you say. You don't mean for it to come out so shrewd. Tim looks a little startled.

"I mean, you don't need to go," you add. "I'll take this to my room. It's fine. Sorry."

"No, I've been here too long anyway. I should work on my case."

Here's the thing. It's not that Tim avoids you because in order to do that, you'd have to see him more than three times a year.

But there's a distance. You've tried not to take it personally, tried to chalk it up to the fact that you're introverted and Kon and Bart are Kon and Bart, and Cassie's too straightforward to beat around the bush, and you've somehow won her over, which is nice.

And Tim is just... cautious. Paranoid.

Those are understatements, and you can't imagine the psychological damage caused by being raised by Batman, but, well, you've seen the previous and current Robins, so you can hazard a guess.

Anyway, Tim kind of acts like an unsocialized cat with you. You once mentioned it to Kon, in nicer words, but he dismissed you, saying, "Whaddya mean? Rob likes you!" Which had assuaged nothing, but whatever.

"I won't be here long," you say, as a last-ditch effort to not make it feel like you're kicking Tim out of his own space. "I just, uh, couldn't sleep."

He watches you in that freaky Bat way, like he's trying to determine if you're a threat or not. Jesus.

"It's hard for me to sleep after a battle," you add, trying to show your belly. That's how it feels, being around Tim Drake. Like you always need to be vulnerable first. Like you're in a battle of wills you didn't know you entered.

He doesn't sit down, but he does say, "Me too."

You nod and drink your cooling tea. "There's more tea in the kitchen if you want. Chamomile."

"I'm... good. Thanks."

You edge over to the armchair diagonal to the couch and sit.

"You can work in here," you say. "Unless, uh, it's too distracting. I'll keep the TV muted."

His laptop is on the other side of the couch. Tim is still, only his eyes moving from you to the laptop.

"I don't wanna push you out," you say.

"It's really fine," he replies immediately.

It's so not fine. This isn't boding well for your insomnia. You're definitely going to be agonizing over this interaction all week.

"I won't bother you," you say.

"I didn't say you would."

Then what's the problem?

Slowly, Tim returns to the couch. You look away, so it doesn't seem like you're watching his every move (you are), nor is Tim clocking your every move (he is).

He settles on the couch and opens his laptop. You drink and try to figure out what's playing on TV. It looks to be a rerun of Columbo. You smile.

"You like Columbo?"

Tim looks spooked that you're still talking to him, but he answers. "Yeah."

"Me too."

You watch Columbo silently look for clues. Tim types, fingers flying over the keyboard. Then his fingers pause.

"I used to watch it with Dick," he says. "When I first became Robin."

You nod, giving him your full attention. "Yeah? He seems like the type."

"He does a pretty good impression of him. He likes detective shows."

"You don't?" you ask.

Tim shrugs. "They're fine. I guess I just hate how predictable they can be."

"Of course the boy genius would say that," you say, smirking.

Instantly, Tim's face turns to stone. He hums, looking back at his laptop. You blink. What happened?

"Sorry. That was a joke," you say.

"I know," Tim says, any trace of warmth gone.

You're startled by the shift. "I don't—I wasn't making fun of you. I mean, you are smart. Really smart."

Tim carefully looks at you. "...Thanks."

You nod clumsily. You should've just stayed in bed.

It's quiet for a long time. You're trying to muster up the confidence to escape to your room when Tim speaks again.

"People have said stuff like that to be facetious. I... reacted without reading your tone."

It's not an apology, but it's probably the closest thing you'll get.

"It's okay," you say.

Tim nods. His shoulders aren't so tense, though his posture is atrocious when he's off-duty.

He gets up and gives you the remote. You take it, smile small. Tim retreats.

"You can unmute it if you want. I don't mind."

So you do, and you and Tim spend the next hour half-watching Columbo and half-watching each other. Eventually, your tea finishes, and the episode ends, so you get up.

"I think I'll try and sleep," you say.

Tim nods. "Good luck."

You hum. "Thanks. Good luck with the case."

"Yeah. Thanks."

You wash the mug and leave it on the dish rack. Then you escape back to your room. You really do feel like you could sleep again. Maybe Columbo reruns are the magic ingredient to a good night's sleep.

[little-pondhead]

I’m Not The Sun

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Y'know, when Kon ‘died’, do you think a grieving Tim could have mistaken Danny for his best friend? Do you think that, in a moment of desperation and exhaustion, he might've kidnapped a floating Danny in an attempt to bring Kon home? And when he realized he kidnapped a random civilian, do you think he still kept Danny for a while as a replacement for Kon?

Do you think Danny got tired of being called 'Conner' after the first week but was too distressed himself to correct Tim? Trying to leave or tell the fellow teen his name was Danny was obviously sending the kid into a spiral. He seemed to think Danny was the dead spirit of his best friend. Maybe if he played along, this Conner guy would show back up?

Hopefully, before Tim completes his cloning research. Danny's been doing everything he can to sabotage the equipment, but even with ghost powers on his side, Tim is a smart person. Every time Danny sets him back one step, Tim takes two steps forward. And since he's well outside of his haunt, Danny is starting to feel weak and ill from lack of ectoplasm. He's running out of time.

Do you think Kon would feel upset that his best friend replaced him?

[crsssie]

hey its my first time asking so sorry if im doing this wrong, but for the 1989 tv event can i ask for 21 (is it over now?) with tim drake x fem!reader if possible? thank you!

was it over, and is it over now? - tim drake x reader

You stare at the magazine in hand, blinking slowly as the front page raves all about Tim's new girlfriend. You flip to the page, reading the information and how they got caught by the paparazzi, pausing when you stare at the clearer photo of her.

You scoff, pulling your shades down to raise a brow.

She's a carbon copy of you.

It makes you almost bitter, but it was never your problem.

Tim wasn't a cheater, but the way that it had been less than a week after your breakup and the magazines were already screaming about his new girlfriend made you feel disgusting.

He had lied about how she had had pure intentions when befriending him, and he had lied that the two of them had done nothing when you had asked him for a break in your relationship.

A permanent one.

You moved all of your stuff out over the break, leaving nothing behind. You suppose that's why Tim thought it'd be fine to run around with her so soon.

In technical terms, you hadn't even broken up with him yet.

So you close the magazine as you click through your phone, opening Tim's number, pausing at him typing.

tim: is it over?

You leave him a thumbs up, deleting him from your contacts.

Now it is.

1989 event

[princess-vibes25]

Happy something anniversary to when I made this because I love it.

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

workaholic

a valentines weekend event fic!

tim drake x reader: giving your vigilante boyfriend a surprise under the desk in the batcave. now who’s distracting, hmph!

content level: 18+, NSFW

yeah, he’s a vigilante, or whatever, but he’s also your boyfriend. and he hasn’t acknowledged you in forty-five minutes. you’re not really sure how, considering you’re sharing a desk chair with him, on his lap, but his focus knows no bounds.

you’re down in the batcave with him, and it feels eerie, almost like you’re not supposed to be there, but tim said it was fine.

you wanted to see him, but he had a case to work, so he had you tag along to the cave. he’s still in his suit, but his mask’s long gone, hair disheveled. he brushed you off when you asked if he’d eaten, but that’s your boyfriend.

you’re at the biggest computer you’ve ever seen, a little mind boggled at the way tim’s playing with it like it’s a toy, even though you know it took years of mastering.

he keeps muttering to himself, scribbling in a notebook off to the side. you’re not even sure he’s able to read his own handwriting. you definitely struggle with deciphering it on birthday and anniversary cards.

“tim,” you start, wondering if you could do something, like help (or just get a crumb of attention?)

“hm?” he replies, his eyes glued to a certain security video he’s been replaying, which you could recount beat for beat if asked, he’s looped it so many times.

“need any help?” you ask, playing with a strand of hair, twirling it around your fingers.

he glances at you, smiling but shaking his head.

“i got it, love. just be your pretty self.” he murmurs, patting your thigh.

you contain a sigh, nodding even though he’s not looking at you anymore.

you squirm a little in his lap, feeling a response. if tim was looking at you, he’d see the grin spreading across your face. you rub your ass against his crotch again, and even through the fabric of his super suit you can feel how eagerly he’s reacting to you.

“baby,” he warns, but there’s no real threat in his voice. you start your descent, scooting the chair back little by little using the toe of your shoe. you turn, sliding off of the chair and crouching under the desk.

he barely seems to register that you’re pulling down his pants, his underwear, until his cock’s exposed to the cool air of the cave. it’s semi hard, sending a thrill through your body that even if he wasn’t paying attention to you, his body was.

“i—what? babe, what are you doing?” you watch his thighs tense in time with the muscles of his lower stomach. you want to trace every individual ab muscle with your tongue.

you look up at him slowly, eyes opened wide as you paint the picture of innocence.

“what?” you reply, fighting back a smile.

“what do you mean, what?” tim says through grit teeth, his cock twitching as he grows harder, staring at your full lips.

he watches as you spit into your hand, slowly gliding your saliva up and down his cock. his eyes widen, eyebrows practically hidden in his hair.

“we’re gonna get caught,” he groans out, and you shrug, swiping your thumb across his tip.

“better be quiet then, huh, red robin?” you say, relishing in the way his eyes widen at his hero name.

you’re teasing him, maybe because you’re a little hurt and feeling a little mean, maybe because you like the way he’s got one hand gripping at the chair’s armrest, the other tight against his mouth as he fights down his moans.

he struggles not to buck his hips, pushing his cock farther into your mouth, struggles not to finish too early, feeling like he’s in last night’s wet dream.

but you bring him deeper, your cheeks hollowed as his tip hits the back of your throat. the hand that was covering his mouth flies to the chair’s other arm rest, and he moans out, his eyebrows furrowed.

“tim,” you say, pulling him out of your mouth. he gasps at the way the cold air of the cave feels on his wet cock, jerking in your hand.

“i’ll be quiet, i swear,” he groans, a blush spreading from his neck to his cheeks, up to the tips of his ears.

you know this is killing him, being at your mercy like this, but you’re having too much fun. you’ve got his full undivided attention now, anyways, and why do anything to change that?

you raise an eyebrow at him, doubtful, but smirk as you lower your head again. tapping his tip against your tongue, he whines, and you swirl your tongue around it, pursing your lips as you focus on it specifically.

he’s covering his eyes with his hand, his lips a thin straight line. you sit back again, fucking his cock with your fist. he drops his hand, eyes glued on the way he’s disappearing in your grip.

“shit,” he breathes out, the armrests of the chair creaking under his grip. he’s trying and failing at coming early, feeling like if he even exhales, it’s over.

you carefully lick a bead of pre off his tip, sucking him back into your mouth with an obscene slurping sound that has tim covering his mouth again. you can hear his groans anyways, his hand barely doing anything to muffle the sound.

your head bobs as you follow your hands down to his base and back up, sighing around his cock. you change it up, going fast, slow, pulling him to the brink as he curses under his breath before stopping completely, making him fall apart in your hands.

your other hand trails down to his balls, cradling them carefully with your fingers. the sensation makes his sack tense in your hands, and he gives up holding back his pleasure.

tim’s eyes roll back, closing, and you know you’ve got him.

“‘m gonna—,” he starts, the rest of his sentence turning into whimpering as hot cum shoots into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

you swallow the salty fluid, stroking tim even as he shudders. if you weren’t under the batcomputer, you’d keep going, overstimulate him through another round. but instead you stop, pressing a tender kiss to his tip. you tuck him back into his underwear, pulling his suit pants back up, and he settles you back onto his lap.

with a stupid smile on his flushed face, he kisses you. his lips warm as he swipes his tongue across your lip, nowhere to go but farther into each other as his hand presses against the back of your neck.

you eye the security camera on the opposite wall, and tim notices, grimacing.

“i can do something about that.” tim says, bringing up the security footage for the cave.

he quickly types in the date and time, swallowing as he watches the crystal clear video of you slide under the desk, whipping his cock out.

in the batcave.

he can’t believe it. he can’t believe how much he liked it. he wants nothing more than to get you out of here and under him in bed.

you can barely keep up his hands are moving so fast, replacing the damning evidence with earlier footage on a loop.

“why are you typing in your phone number?”

“don’t worry about it, hon,” he replies, his fingers flying as the clip whooshes off of the screen. “s’all taken care of.”

post divider courtesy of: @thecutestgrotto

[squishykitty825]

Batfamily roll call

Batman: Bats, sound off. Nightwing, go

Nightwing: Not dead yet

Batman: Hood?

Red Hood: Still breathing

Batman: Robin?

Robin: Tt. These buffoons are not skilled enough to beat me, father

Batman: Spoiler?

Spoiler: Kicking ass and taking names, B

Batman: Orphan?

Orphan: 😊��

Batman: Red?

Red Robin:

Batman (slightly concerned): Red Robin?

Batkids (unanimously): Yummm

Batman: 😐

Batkids: 🙂

[jiimeniita]

went on ome tv and uhhhh

soooo anywaysss

[tsukikeimybeloved]

I was out awhile ago, and I saw kids who lived by the streets playing along the doors of a convenient store, while also asking people for some money.

My dad gave them some change, and I just thought of a sudden headcanon for Jason Todd.

(Honestly I feel like an asshole now telling this story, only imagining a headcanon for someone that's not even real, but pls bare with me.)

I don't know much about the DC universe especially, and I've only started getting into Batman, BUT... I know that Jason Todd grew up in the streets as an orphan, which is how Bruce found him.

So I just imagined him now as Red Hood, trying his best to at least give something to poor kids he sees by the streets. Even if he couldn't offer much, anything that could help them he tries to do. Or maybe, tries helping in orphanages or donations just so kids like him before wouldn't have to have a hard time.

Honestly idfk what I'm saying, idk if this is ooc (pls don't judge me). But anyways... that's the headcanon... I guess. 😭

[shadowsndaisies]

codename: nightingale - the before masterlist

a collection of blurbs and head cannons and ficlets that take place before season 1!

pre season 1 blurbs/hcs:

intro to grapples (06/24/24) - looking more at oliver and birdy, and how she learned how to grapple

that time where everyone met birdy (06/22/23) - there's a reason everyone loves her, and it's been like that from the start

holidays 2004 (01/30/25) - roy and birdy are siblings... and siblings fight and scheme both together and at each other

robin catching feels (02/21/23) - a look into the birdboy's brain

birdy has a crush (03/20/23) - well duh, we been knew

main masterlist  codename: nightingale master post  season one masterlist

[captain-daryn]

Now I’m picturing the first real fight that Bruce and Jason have when Jason comes back. It’s been a while, and they are a little more comfortable with each other than before when he first came back. Jason did something stupid on patrol and Bruce calls him out for it during their debrief in the cave afterward.

Except Jason is tired. He’s so tired. He just wants to go to bed and forget tonight ever happened. When Bruce strikes a nerve, he stands up to argue and his voice cracks and his eyes water before he can stop himself. And Bruce crumbles so quickly, everyone else is too surprised to say anything.

It’s easy to forget how things used to be, but suddenly Bruce wants nothing more than to scoop Jason up and hold him again, like he’s only four-foot-tall and missing a couple baby teeth. Not a six-foot-something man who is now mortified that he has cried in front of his siblings.

If Alfred finds them in one of the smaller libraries a few hours later, conked out in the couch with Jason’s head on Bruce’s shoulder, some mugs of hot coco cooling on the table, and a book that has fallen out of Bruce’s hand into his lap, he won’t say anything. He just covers them with a blanket carefully and goes about the rest of his nightly duties.

He doesn’t even blink when there’s a new order of books for the library the next morning on the porch.

when he was robin, bruce could never even slightly raise his voice at jason before feeling like the biggest asshole alive because jason's eyes would get all watery and his bottom lip would tremble and he'd tug on the ends of his shirt, all while looking up at bruce. he'd give a quiet snotty sniffle that should gross bruce out but instead makes bruce's heart SHATTER.

every morning after a fight, alfred would walk into the living room to call them both to eat and he'd just see jason in his dad's lap, giggling while driving a toy car up bruce's arm with a million new toys scattered around the room. bruce sits there with his head tossed back, eyes closed, and an abandoned newspaper in his left hand (he's half asleep bc he spent the entire night ordering shit). he also has glittery stickers pasted on any area of bare skin, including his face.

i don't think jason realizes he has this power. he's just genuinely a kid who gets very emotional when an adult gets cross with him (bc hello this caretaker child would not be able to hand that). any fight with bruce or alfred, he has to fight the urge to burst into tears so hard (he doesn't wanna be a burden) that he just ends up looking heartbreakingly upset, and more like a child than bruce has ever seen him.