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[ccfstephaniebrown]

Home || Tim Drake

The drive to the brownstone had been uneventful. No cop cars chasing her. No villains. She had watched in the shadows as the world moved on without her. But not her family. Not her brother, Conner. Not the man who had helped her create a family. Not her big sister, who looked like a strong wind would knock her down. It was time to come home. To face and fight whatever would come their way.

So she had packed up Lux's things and left the small apartment she had rented in Crime Alley. She had driven overnight to reach Central City. She pulled her groggy baby from the car seat and shushed her back to sleep while she opened the door to their home. She could hear him in his room. Knowing Tim, he hadn't been to bed yet. 

With Lux on her hip, she leaned against the doorframe, watching him for a beat, before speaking, "Can I just say, orange is not your color. You should've went to county; at least there they wear grey."

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[brucexthomasxwayne]

With the windows cracked in his Bentley, Bruce pulled to the side of the road as a crowd poured out into the street. The wealthy man was on his way to a charity ball out of town, but it seemed like fate had other plans. He climbed from the car, determined to figure out the source of the chaos, and before he knew it there was a sharp pinch in his chest as he was simultaneously tackled to the ground. “What the—?” Bruce muttered, wrestling the zombified civilian off of his person before pulling an empty syringe from his pec. His eyes shot up to see a vaguely familiar van parked outside, the Wayne Enterprises building towering above them. Feet stumbled forward as the drug started taking effect, the man shaking his head as he tried to fight through the fog that was enshrouding his vision, determined to at least try and take cover. Maybe he could even get up to his office, see if there was some sort of antidote in his utility belt. He continued to stumble forward until he made it to the van, leaning heavily against it with a thud as he tried to regain his bearings. Syringe still in his hand, Bruce was utterly confused as to what he’d been dosed with. His other hand reached for his phone, moving to call one of his kids as the vertigo fully hit his system, taking the man to the ground; overwhelming his senses and knocking him temporarily unconscious.

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[ixamxbatgirl]

Bail money || Tim

Be glad it’s me that came and bailed your ass out and not Alfred. I’m going to chew you a new one. He’d give you the silent treatment. 

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[thexsuperxboy]

The Talk || Tim

“Stephanie said you wanted to see me. I feel like I’m about to get a lecture,” Conner said looking at his best friend, his brother.

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[outlawintheredhood]

@redrobinxdrake​ “Put that Christmas tree away, it’s not even December yet.”

“Timothy, I am as much a Halloween man as the next guy, you know that.” Jason insisted as he shouldered a large fir tree, staring the younger man down as he did so. “But this is my niece’s first Christmas, and I am making damn sure that she gets the full experience, for as much as possible, this year.” He told him. Honestly, at this rate he wasn’t sure how many Christmases he could trust himself to be around Lux, so he was taking advantage while he could.

[artisiticdemonicshadows]

“Did you humor me and read those books?” Damian asked not looking up as he lit his cigarette. His gut told him that Tim hadn’t but there was always a small chance that Tim could have humored him. Damian knew that with Tim much like with a few others that they didn’t have the best past. But, the boy now a man had really changed. He could see a change in everyone he knew he just hoped that it was more so for the better.

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[silencersandfireworks]

Round one

Wearing street clothing for once in- she wasn’t sure how long. Vivian was glad she wasn’t in a pencil skirt. After all her playful ambush would probably not work out in her favor otherwise. Of course, the media was something she was a little worried about. But, she didn’t find herself or her target to be that big of media interest.  At least she had hoped- There was always a chance that Vivian was wrong. It was a 50-50 chance and she liked those odds. Looking down at her black jeans and white boots with fluffy faux fur she realized in that moment how much she actually changed. The thought never really jarred her until she remembered that she was ambushing Tim.

Vivian had lost track of time and she knew she was gone longer than- well- Like Vivian always did she got wrapped up into something she probably shouldn’t have. But, in the end she was glad that she had. It had helped her grow as a person and learn just who she really was. Looking at the wet pavement she sighed a bit working up her courage. What could she possibly be worried about? He could push her away. Vivian could recover from that easily it was something she was rather used too. Seeing the door open Vivian’s feet moved before her mind could process what she was doing. It was mid-jump that Vivian remembered that Tim might not have feelings for her. It caused her stomach to drop through her feet, but it was too late to turn back now. With her arms wrapping around his neck and her feet hooking behind Tim’s back she pressed her lips against his. The scent of cedar was stronger than she last remember the smell of coffee less over powering. It caused her to pull back enough to look him in the eyes it seemed she wasn’t the only one that had changed.

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[xvivianxstraightsx-blog]

After their last encounter Vivian hadn’t seen Tim in a long while. She did however think about him while she was away. It seemed that each time she could pull her mind off of what she was doing her mind was right back to Tim. Which bothered her nothing like that had happened before. She would have to talk to Candice about it later but for now she had perched herself in Tim’s chair. This wasn’t all too surprising she was a little overly impulsive at times. A bag of food on the edge of the desk since he wasn’t there she had gotten curious. It looked like the code he had been working on last time she had been there. How long did it take someone to code? Picking up a sticky note she jotted down a useful note before sticking it to his computer screen with a small heart under it along side it her name. Getting up she went to leave opening the door and taking a step.

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[d-robin-w-blog]

Sit quietly Damian worked on a painting it wasn’t out of character anymore to see the man doing something like this. It was a stark difference from the way he behaved while in uniform running around at night or.. when he could anymore. School was draining him it seemed like he only went out when he needed to blow off some steam. Which happened to be more frequent since he had moved closer to his family. He started to think that that might have been a mistake.

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[ccfstephaniebrown]

@redrobinxdrake @dickxgrayscn

Dick: You look miserable, Tim.

Tim: Yes, I feel wonderful.

Dick: ...I'm sorry?

Stephanie: Suffering is his default.

[ccfstephaniebrown]

Coms || Tim and Steph

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Steph: Next time you get to drop her off to the baby sitter while we go fight crime. Steph: I can handle her pathetic wails as Cass takes her away to safety. Steph: Not to mention the guilt I feel at watching them walk away.

[brucexthomasxwayne]

@redrobinxdrake​ || C L O S E D.

“I owe you an apology,” Bruce said quietly, standing in the doorway. “Nothing I can say can begin to encompass the wrongs I did the other night, but I’m sorry. I should’ve fought harder, protected you rather than attack you.” 

The hallucinations had been coming back to him slowly, the flickering between that and reality stuck in the forefront of his mind, unable to shake the guilt that came with it. Not only the guilt from that night, but also the guilt that came along with his internal struggle surrounding Jason. The Joker would forever haunt him, whether the clown was lurking through the streets, rotting in a cell, or laying six feet under in a securely locked casket. Though, to have this start to weed it’s way into his everyday life, to have it affect his relationships? That wasn’t okay.

His heart ached for his sons, for brokenness that he couldn’t mend. It ached for family, but that seemed fairly broken, too. With Dick struggling with God knows what, Jason dealing with being legally alive once more, Tim fighting these criminal charges, and Alfred being held hostage, there were far too many things for the caped crusader to try and fix all at once. Some, being unfixable.

“But these allegations against you. Are they true? Wait, no. Don’t answer that. I’ve got the best lawyers in the country in my pocket, and we can fight this. You’re not going to sit in a prison cell, Tim. Not on my watch.”

[ixamxbatgirl]

Text || Tim

Babs: Quick!

Babs: Pull the fire alarm!

Babs: And stop asking what I'm up to, to our friends and family.

[thexsuperxboy]

Most people || Tim

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“Do I want to know who let you in? I mean not that I mind, but I feel like our prefects need to remind us that not everyone needs access to our rooms and common room,” Konner said as he walked in his room to find Tim laying on his bed. “Does Steph know you’re back yet?”

[outlawintheredhood]

Hanging around the Ravenclaw common room wasn’t something Jason would usually do - he knew people sometimes tried to sneak into other houses’ common rooms for one reason or another - one time he might have attempted it to play a prank on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team before a match, but he had learned better since that the portraits didn’t take kindly to trespassers.

“There you are.” He sighed when the portrait finally swung open and his brother stepped out. “Timmy.” He greeted his brother by ruffling his hair, determinedly messing it while Alfie merely yipped happily at the sight of the other boy. "I need some brotherly advice, pretty please and thank you.”

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[xvivianxstraightsx-blog]

Vivian’s fingers messed with the bracelets on her right wrist in thought. That was something that she was doing often lately thinking. Her mind had wondered over to Tim and right before she could really stop herself there she was. Right in front of his big fancy office door which was intimidating to say the least. Twisting her mouth she reached and turned the handle then stopped herself. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea? Just walking through a building not really being noticed some how and then walking right into someone’s office.. 

Puffing her cheeks out a bit she really thought about it looking down at her happy looking sun dress and ballet flats. Shaking her head and slapping her cheeks she cracked open the door peering inside. “Tim?” Vivian whispered opening up the door a little more before smiling brightly.

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