#skater boy tim drake

[batfambyval]

So usually I just stick to writing fics but I’m not getting anywhere on this so imma just post some random Anarky thoughts here.

I think Lonnie is AFAB. Transitioned at a young age because they didn’t feel comfortable with feminine shit. Realized as the got older they weren’t totally masculine either and created Anarky, an identity with no gender who represents all the people. Men, women, non-binary folk, children. They decided to forgo figuring out their own identity and instead turned themself into a representation of everyone else. They decided that their goals and ideologies were more important than their gender identity and to forget all that bullshit. And accidentally discovered that if you stop worrying about gender you free yourself from it and become your truest self.

I think Lonnie still uses he/him pronouns and only uses they/them as Anarky because Anarky is supposed to be a representation of the people and therefore is plural and ungendered.

I think Lonnie would never have a sexual relationship with someone who he didn’t have an emotional or intellectual connection with but I don’t think he’s demi. He’s totally internally going “fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, why is he so hot?!?” When he’s interacting with Robin before they get closer.

Tim totally found Lonnie because he was completely confident that he cut that line. He did not miss. He doesn’t fucking miss! Anarky has to be alive because Tim does not miss. So he looks for Anarky and just shows up at his place. Idk what happened next.

I think Tim and the dog are the only beings Lonnie interacts with as Lonnie. With everyone else they are Anarky. Lonnie isn’t always representative of the people when he’s alone or just chilling so when he’s not Anarky he’s just Lonnie and he has his own interests and idiosyncrasies and just doesn’t care how anyone perceives him and therefore doesn’t care about pronouns or what he’s called. If he’s only representing himself then it doesn’t really matter. Especially since hardly anyone even knows Lonnie exists at all.

Tim and Lonnie grate on each other’s nerves for a while, before they get used to each other. They are just so different from an ideological standpoint but so similar in a lot of other ways that they can’t understand why the other doesn’t see things the same way. But they end up being good for each other because they are both geniuses and see each other as equals intellectually and can’t write one another off. They have to listen to each other and they learn to understand each other’s perspectives and soften their edges a bit. Tim teaches Lonnie how to look at money from the perspective of someone who has it and wants to do good with it and Lonnie teaches Tim how to look at the power structures that make up our society and see how incredibly unjust and broken they are.

Tim totally teaches Lonnie to skateboard and they’re both skater boys.

If anyone wants to use any of these ideas please link it in the comments or reblog because I would love to read it!

[starrykitty013]

Skater boy Timmy and his bestie Steph, or Steph’s emotional support skater boy

We love to see it ❤️💜

[ressaart]

its that time again. time to post my daily tim sketches

[carpyow]

Tim drake is a skater boi who is also a gamer so he probably downs red bull and then follow it up with mountain dew just because

[sentient-stove]

“Well there’s contract magic- that’s what Constantine does, along with the majority of prevalent magic users.” Tim nudged her foot out of the way, continuing the chalk circle around them. Sam turned to follow, wondering how he managed to keep the circle so even.

“Wait, who’s Constantine?” Tucker asked. “They’re not in the files.”

“He’s a pain in everyone’s ass.” Danny muttered. “He’s in contract with half the Creatures on this side of the realms. You know the amount of ghosts I got complaining to me cause he tricked them better than they could when they went under contract?”

“Hnn, yeah most wouldn’t take too nicely to getting tricked. Salt please.” Tim handed the chalk to Tucker in exchange for salt from the bag he’d shoved into the other teen’s arms. “And then someone like Zatanna is Born with her magic, but Born are rare, so I doubt one of them would be targeting you three specifically. Leaves us with Creature or Cursed.”

Sam watched in mild amusement as Danny tried to smudge the chalk-and-salt lines, static bursting from the point and making him recoil. “Creature, that would be fae-things right? Ghosts, demons, whatever is made of magic or magic adjacent?”

“Basically. Salt will help with that. The chalk is hopefully for anyone who tries to cast like how I do. Although trying to harness magic by manipulating curses is rare since it involves far too much grave and museum robbing. Lucky for me, mom and dad did the legwork, so I haven’t needed to rob a grave yet. Mind setting this cat pair at the northern and eastern points of the circle?” He offered two tiny stone cats to her and Sam wrapped her hands around them, the smooth stone unnaturally chilled.

[arcadianico]

give tim back his skateboard

[melucomarket]

For the art request thing, maybe Damian and Tim bonding? Or annoying each other, your choice!

Also, I love your art and hope that you are having an amazing day!! <3

I’ve been seeing that new Damian hairstyle from the ongoing Batman & Robin comics, and well— I think Tim would get a kick out of seeing Damian’s interactions with PTA parent mode Bruce lmaooo

Hope you enjoy! Also TY!💕✨

(and hope you have good day/night as well!)

[rt-nique]

SKATER BOY & ENERGY DRINK ADDICTED TIM DRAKE!!!

(plus a little piercing cuz that’s so hot)

Timelapse:

It was my first time trying out this brush, I felt like I was possessed and drew the entire day. Played around with tones and line weights so it’s pretty different from my usual style

[itsrydagain]

[yesiknowimshort]

examples of tim being the cocky sassy boy he truely is and that fanon ignores.

[fae-of-the-wild]

DPxDC prompt:

Tim would be absolutely feral over Val’s hoverboard and armor. This skater boy deserves a high tech skateboard. Let him have one!!

[awhitehead17]

Hey Gorgeous

TimKon, Sports AU, Skater Boi Tim, Hockey Player Kon, Injuries, Humour.

Summary: When an accident lands Tim in the ER the last thing he expects to find is someone who completely captures his attention like nothing else. Despite forgetting their interaction due to his injury, weeks later Tim meets the same guy and has just as strong as reaction as he did the first time. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not.

Enjoy! :D

He doesn’t know what feeling is currently worse, the agonising throbbing going on inside his skull or the churning nausea in his stomach. He tries to take a deep breath to diminish the thoughts of throwing up but it proves to be impossible to ignore. He tilts his head back, clenches his eyes shut to fight off the blinding lights and presses the ice pack to the side of his head even harder, the coolness doing very little to alleviate the throbbing going on.

“Shouldn’t be long now Timbo.”

Tim groans in response, not that there’s much else he can do. Talking hurts. Hell, even thinking hurts.

“How you doing?”

If Tim could he would glare at his brother for asking such a stupid question. How’s he doing? Like he can’t see Tim physically trying to keep himself from throwing up.

“Like I could run a fucking marathon,” he grouses, “how do you think I’m doing asshole.”

“Fuck you too Tim. I was just asking.”

Tim huffs but doesn’t respond. With his eyes still closed he can slowly start to feel the world slipping away, while his head still hurts at least the nausea somewhat has eased. If he could just go to sleep then he’d wake up better sometime later.

A rough nudge to his shoulder breaks him out of his reverie. Without meaning for it to a whine escapes his throat. He’s sore, and tired, why couldn’t Jason just let him sleep.

“You’re not allowed to go to sleep idiot.” Jason tells him factually. “The nurse will be with us soon and until you get properly checked out you can’t sleep. You know the rodeo kid, this isn’t your first time, don’t be baby about it.”

Tim sighs heavily and whines again. “I know! But give me a break, this sucks!”

There's a beat before Jason speaks up, this time he nudges his shoulder gently. “Do you think you can stay awake for a couple minutes while I go and find out how long the nurse will be?”

“No promises.”

“Tim.”

With his free hand Tim waves his brother away. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Now go. The quicker this is sorted the sooner we can go home.”

Jason mutters something underneath his breath and Tim feels as he get up from the chair next to him and disappears somewhere. Still not having opened his eyes, Tim slouches in his seat and focuses on his breathing and the coldness of the icepack pressed against his temple. As long as he doesn't move he should be fine.

It’s only moments later he starts to feel the world slip away again. His breathing evens out and despite the injury and uncomfortable chair he starts to feel himself relax, perhaps a couple minutes he could just…

A gentle shake of his knee startles him. Tim jumps and immediately regrets the move when his head pulses violently. Moving to sit upright he forces his eyes open and blinks several times to try and

adjust his blurry vision, after a minute or two his vision clears up enough that he can see a stranger crouched down next to his chair.

A very hot stranger at that.

Tim wonders if he’s hallucinating or if he did in fact fall asleep and is now dreaming.

The stranger laughs and his smile is suddenly all Tim could see. Straight white teeth, full lips that complement with his tanned skinned, clean shaven. He forces his eyes to move upwards and he tunnel visions onto the strangers eyes, bright blue eyes that seem to sparkle.

The stranger is talking but Tim is too caught up staring at the guy to take any note in what is being said. The man clearly recognises he's not going to get any coherent response from him and puts a hand on his knee and shakes him again, just lightly not enough to jostle him.

“Hey, you with me?” Somehow the guy looks concerned and amused at the same time.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

Apparently a busted head means he’s got a busted filter too.

Laughing, the guy removes his hand off his knee. “Thank you. I appreciate that despite the obvious delirium you’re experiencing.”

Tim continues to stare at him, once more being memorized by this guy’s hotness. He has short black hair, amazing jaw line, gorgeous blue eyes and perfect mouth.

Gorgeous is talking and yet again Tim’s completely zoned out on him. It takes a moment to register what he’s saying and Tim blinks, trying and failing, to pay attention.

“I’m Conner. I heard your friend tell you not to fall asleep, and it looked like you were just about to do exactly that, so I hope you don’t mind me interrupting you. Concussions are tricky things to deal with.”

If Tim were in his right mind he would question what this gorgeous man means because it sounds like he’s speaking from experience, however he’s not and he continues to stare at him transfixed instead.

“I would ask what happened, but I have a strong feeling I’m not going to get a coherent answer out of you am I?”

Gorgeous sounds amused and looks at him fondly and Tim can’t cope. This guy is not real. He can’t be. Tim’s brain is busted more than expected and now he's hallucinating the most perfect guy on earth in the ER of the local hospital.

“You’re not real.”

“I assure you I very much am.” Gorgeous looks away momentarily before facing him again. “Your friend is coming back, hopefully with the news you can now go see a doctor.”

The guy stands up as Jason comes into the picture. His brother looks between him and Gorgeous, however before he could say anything Gorgeous is speaking up.

“Sorry, I saw him drifting off to sleep and wanted to keep him awake while you were gone.”

Jason blinks for a moment before nodding once in thanks. “Thanks man, I was gone longer than expected.” Jason turns his attention onto Tim who hasn’t moved his attention away from the other man. “C’mon, Timbo, the nurse is waiting for us.”

His brother bends down and carefully grabs Tim and hauls him up this feet. Tim groans and stumbles as his vision blurs and the world tilts but thanks to Jason’s strong hold on him he doesn’t fall down. Together he and Jason work their way across the waiting room in the ER and towards the corridor and as they go Tim couldn’t help but voice his experience while waiting for his brother.

“I just hallucinated the most gorgeous guy on the planet Jay.” Jason hums in acknowledgement but it isn’t enough of a response for Tim’s liking. He sloppily hits Jason’s arm where he’s holding onto him. “No. No! You don’t understand, this guy was ethereal… literal hotness and he was in there, in the ER!”

“Sure Timbo.”

Before Tim could gush anymore about Gorgeous, a nurse dressed in blue is meeting them and guiding them into a room. After that Tim loses track of time and anything that happens. No longer being fixated on Gorgeous, his focus returns back to the throbbing going on inside his skull and the return of the damn nausea. He groans and wishes it would end.

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Focusing on his phone in his hands Tim wonders through the hallway heading towards his bedroom. Knowing the route he needs to take off by heart means he doesn’t need to look up however when he passes Dick’s room and hears his friends name being called Tim pauses and finally looks up from his device.

He observes as Dick and Wally settle onto the bed surrounded by snacks and drinks, they’re chatting eagerly to one another with the TV blearing in front of them. Stepping into the room, Dick had his door open so it was an open invitation really, he glances between the men and the TV.

“Was you talking about Bart?”

The men startle and turn towards him, they both blink before smiling.

“Timmy I didn’t hear you come in!”

Tim raises an eyebrow and motions towards the TV. “I’m not surprised considering you have that on. Why is it so loud?”

“For atmosphere!” Wally exclaims. “Sports need to be watched on a high volume.”

Pulling a face, Tim shakes his head disbelievingly. “No. It really doesn’t.”

“Yes it does,” the man argues back. Tim is about to retort when Dick speaks up, stopping the inevitable petty argument from happening.

“Wally was saying Bart’s at the game tonight. Apparently he’s skipped training to be at the match.”

Tim turns his attention to the TV to find a hockey match being aired. “Bart’s at this game?” He didn’t realise Bart had been going to the game, he didn’t mention it when they caught up just a couple days ago.

“Yeah, a mate of his is playing so he got tickets and went with Jamie.”

Tim hums. He wonders if this is Bart finally making a move on Jamie or not. Bart insists there’s nothing between them but Tim’s convinced they’ve at least slept together once already and are just too scared about making it official.

As he watches Tim briefly wonders if he’ll get to see his friend on the screen but after seeing how many people are in attendance at the game he knows it’s not likely, there are thousands of people there. Just as he’s about to turn away and wish the men a good night the camera on screen changes and suddenly there’s a hockey player on the ice having an interview during the warm ups. The sight of the player makes Tim freeze. There’s something familiar about him but Tim couldn’t place what it was. He’s not a fan of hockey so there’s no chance of recognition of any of the players.

This player on the ice is well built, he’s without a helmet so it’s easy to see his short black hair, high cheekbones and bright blue eyes (after the camera zooms in).

“Who’s that?” The question slips out before Tim could stop himself.

“Uh, Conner Kent…” Dick pauses and looks at him for a moment before a sly smile appears on his face. “See something you like Timmy?”

Tim scoffs. “No. Just curious.” He knows he answered too quickly and defensively for it to be a justifiable lie but he can’t shake off the feeling about the guy on the screen. The camera soon changes to the other players on the ice and Tim shakes his head clear his thoughts. Waving to Dick and Wally he promptly exits the room before Dick could start an interrogation.

On the way to his room Tim’s thoughts are consumed by the man on the screen. Aren’t hockey players supposed to be somewhat ugly and a little disfigured due to the obnoxious amount of injures they receive? This Conner Kent is gorgeous and Tim is instantly besotted with him.

Gorgeous.

Tim freezes as it clicks into place. The man on the screen is the same man he met when he was in the ER three weeks ago. The gorgeous man is called Conner Kent, who happens to be a hockey player who also happens to be a blurry mirage in Tim’s mind.

He doesn’t remember a lot about his time spent in the ER while he waited with Jason to be seen by a nurse after giving himself a concussion. It’s all a blur and a lot of blank spaces but in the midst of it all he does recall being transfixed by a stranger who he thought was stunning, Jason certainly made a point about telling him once he recovered a little about how obsessed Tim seemed to be with the man. It’s embarrassing but since Tim couldn’t really remember the moment he tried to not think about it too hard.

Now he remembers a lot more thanks to seeing his face on the TV screen. Once in his room and lying on his bed Tim does what any normal person would do and that’s stalk Conner Kent’s social media.

There's plenty of photos of him on his own accounts as well as other people’s. The most surprising however was how Bart is on the guy’s Instagram. Tim didn’t even know they knew each other. It would explain why Bart’s gone to the game tonight if he’s friend’s with him. As Tim thinks about it Bart often talks about a ‘Kon’ so really Tim can only blame himself for the obliviousness there.

As he stalks Kent’s account he’s debates on whether or not to message him. Would it be weird? A guy he met in the ER weeks ago sending him a message? Would Conner even remember him?

In the end Tim chickens out and doesn’t send a message. Even if he did there’s a chance Kent wouldn’t see it because of the sheer volume of messages he probably receives on a daily basis. Tim knows what it’s like to constantly get messages from people all around the world due to his popularity in the skating community, so he could take a guess to what Kon has to deal with on a bigger scale being a hockey player.

Realising he’s been on his phone and on Kent’s profiles for nearly an hour Tim tells himself to get a grip and turns off his phone. He forces himself to get off the bed and decides to be active by getting changed and heads for a late session in the gym. He has some new found energy to burn off.

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The thoughts of Conner Kent stays rent free inside his mind for weeks after he finally worked out who Gorgeous from the ER is.

It’s driving Tim insane. What doesn’t help matters is how Jason laughs any time he sees Tim, even if it’s in passing because one evening he and Tim were out for drinks and Tim let it slip he worked out who Gorgeous was and Jason found it hysterical. Jason isn’t letting him live it down. Dick sends him knowing looks anytime they see each other. Thankfully no one else in his family has picked up on his new infatuation because he doesn’t think he could handle anyone else knowing.

A few weeks after that night - and if Tim’s watched several hockey games since then for one particular reason no one needs to know – he gets invited by Bart to go and watch him race in a competition happening at his college.

Bart is a sprinter for his college athletics team and is even on the list of making it onto the national team. He’s got his final year at college to complete then he can go into the sport full time once he graduates if he wishes too.

Tim’s gone to Bart’s college with their mutual friend Cassie to watch him race. There are hundreds of other people around, all watching the different athletic sports going on. It’s a good atmosphere and Tim is looking forward to seeing Bart not only to race but to win. Tim has all the faith he’ll dominate the sprint.

As he and Cassie hover by the stands looking for a space to go and sit, a presence comes up behind Tim and invades his personal space. Preparing to tell this person to fuck off, the words die in his mouth once Tim turns around and sees who’s standing behind him. He stares bewildered and wonders if he’s hallucinating.

“You certainly look much better than the last time I saw you.”

Unable to form an answer Tim gapes as Conner Kent grins at him. The man looks good, he’s wearing a snapback backwards on his head, a flannel shirt on top of a plain black t-shirt and jeans and boots. He’s smiling and showing off his perfect white teeth as his blue eyes sparkle.

And damn, if Tim thought it had been bad before his infatuation increases tenfold with the man standing right in front of him.

“It’s Tim right?”

When Kent holds out his hand the movement finally spurs Tim into action. He smiles tightly, feeling embarrassed, and shakes his hand. “I’m Tim. I – I mean yes, yeah I’m – I’m Drake, Tim Drake.”

Tim wants to go die in a ditch. Cassie snorts loudly, barely covering up the sound with her hand and opposite him Conner looks amused. An awkward silence entails after Tim’s stuttered confirmation, he stands there staring at Conner who simply stares back just as intensely. His mind is blank and he struggles to come up with a conversation topic to break the silence between them.

In the end Cassie saves the day, she nudges Tim with her elbow and points off to somewhere in the crowded stands. “I see a space, I’ll grab us some seats.” She pauses and turns to Conner. “Are you joining us?”

Conners gaze flickers between Tim and Cassie as he answers, like he can’t make himself pull away from looking at Tim. Tim is both flustered and flattered by the idea.

“Sure if you don’t mind me joining you? I know one of the racers but I didn’t bring anyone with me to watch.”

Cassie nods eagerly and nudges Tim again with her elbow this time more pointedly and then leads the way to the free seats she’s seen. The three of them sit down with Cassie deliberately putting Tim in the middle. He shoots her a glare and she smiles back unapologetically.

He turns to Conner and ignores the butterflies going on inside his stomach as he speaks to the gorgeous man. “Who do you know that’s racing?”

Tim figures it would be Bart but as a hot shot hockey player Conner probably knows a lot of people and upcoming athletes.

“Well,” he starts sounding amused, he grins lightly at Tim, “he’s a mutual friend of ours believe it or not. Bart Allen? Short, wild hair, super-fast and never knows when to shut up, sound familiar?”

Tim laughs and nods his head. “Yes. He does sound familiar. That’s why Cassie and I are here too. Bart also invited us.” There’s suddenly a loud cheer from the crowd and as he looks forward Tim realises they’ve started up the competition finally. He looks and finds that Bart isn’t racing yet, he’s in the third or fourth heat.

A tap on his arm gets his attention and he turns back to Conner who is now looking at him almost critically. His eyes drift up to his temple before locking gazes with him again. “Hey so I was serious earlier, you look much better than last time. Has the injury all cleared up? Can I be nosey and ask what happened? Wait – do you even remember what happened, do you even remember me in the ER. Wait! If you don’t remember I haven’t even introduced myself!”

Tim feels his heart swelling up. Not only is the man gorgeous but he’s also adorable! He can’t cope. To stop Conner’s panicked rambling Tim places his hand on his forearm and squeezes lightly. “Hey, it’s fine! I do remember you, believe it or not. And yes, the concussion has long since healed.”

Conner breathes out and his shoulders relax and he chuckles. “Okay, okay. Good. So can I ask what happened? You were pretty out of it.”

Tim huffs and the desire to go die in a ditch returns. It’s embarrassing and he doesn't want to talk about it, however Conner’s curious gaze has him opening his mouth before he could protest.

“I was trying a new trick on my board, I misjudged the height and ended up face planting the floor. Thank god for my helmet, I was lucky to only be dealing with a concussion and a few bruised bones. My brother took me to the ER, I got briefly checked out before being admitted and forced to wait in the waiting room until they could properly see me.”

Tim pauses as the next heat of races start up. They look onwards silently before turning to one another again when they find Bart isn’t racing yet.

After a thought pops into his head Tim frowns and turns to Conner, and that’s when he realises he never let go of Conner’s arm and forces himself to do so. His hand suddenly feels so empty and cold as he no longer holds onto Conner.

“What were you doing in the ER?” He raises an eyebrow in mock accusation. “Also you never said about being a hockey player, you weren’t injured that night right?”

Conner lets out a nervous laugh, he takes his hat off and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on again. “You didn’t really need to know that I guess? I mean you were really out of it, I’m pretty sure if I tried to give you any information you would have forgotten it.”

Tim huffs and refuses to comment. Yes he had been out of it and Conner is right on that front, but still.

“My brother was actually the one in the ER. My dad was him and I was waiting in the waiting room for them to be done. He fell over and broke his wrist.”

“Aw,” Tim coos, “that sucks for your brother. Is he alright?”

Conner waves it aside, “yeah he’s fine. He’s twelve, he’ll bounce back in no time at all. He’s excited to have a bright yellow cast on his arm.”

Tim snorts. “Kids have it so easy don’t they.”

“They sure do.”

A lull in the conversation soon develops but it was good timing as Bart was finally up to race. The three of them shout encouragements and cheer the loudest as Bart wins his race, beating his competition by storm as they knew he would. Since he won he’ll be through to the semi-finals which is happening after many more track events.

Cassie wonders off after the race, claiming she’s going to find some food and drink and grabs their own orders. After she’s disappeared Tim turns back to Conner to find him already looking at him.

Tim smiles feeling unsure with the attention. “What?”

Not saying anything Conner brings up his phone and brings up Tim’s Instagram profile and shows it to him. “I’m not the only one whose keeping secrets, I didn’t know you were an Olympic Skater.”

Tim rolls his eyes and looks away, feeling his face flush. “Yeah a skater who managed to give himself a concussion. We’ve made it clear I wasn't exactly with it when we were in the ER.”

Conner shrugs and Tim looks back in time to see Kon press follow on the screen, at the same time he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, no doubt being that exact notification. A smile makes its way onto his face and soon enough he finds himself grinning goofily. This man, he has no idea what this guy is doing to him.

“How did you know I was a hockey player?” Kon questions after a few moments of silence. Cassie hasn’t returned yet and Tim’s pretty sure she’s delaying it on purpose. He shrugs in response to Conner’s question, trying to be nonchalant about his answer.

“I honestly don’t remember much from that night, but a few weeks afterwards I saw you on TV playing a game. It clicked in my mind then.”

“Huh. Fair enough.”

“I don’t really follow hockey, I wouldn’t have known if I didn’t see you on the screen.”

“It’s not for everyone admittedly, I love it though.”

“You love getting slammed into boards and getting into fist fights on sharp ass steel blades?” Tim couldn’t help but dig at the sport. Also it’s a call back to Kon’s recent game where he both got slammed and did the slamming into the boards, also where he threw his gloves off and got into a fight.

Conner stares at him, clearly making the connection between his dig and the game in mind. A beaming grin appears on his face. “You say you don’t like hockey and yet you watched my game?” His facial expression then changes as his mind catches up with Tim’s other comments, Conner rolls his eyes. “And there’s more to the sport than that, just fyi.”

“Sure.” Tim retorts.

“There is! I don’t have the time right now to tell you everything about how it’s much more than that, we’ll need an entire evening for me to achieve that. That’s not even getting started about your sport!”

“Oh, don’t you go there!” Tim warns him mockingly. “I could easily beat your arguments on hockey over skateboarding any day.”

“Oh yeah?” Kon says suggestively, he raises an eyebrow and sticks his chin out. “How about we arrange a time to do just that.”

At his words Tim’s heart skips a beat. This seriously couldn’t be happening.

“Argue about who’s sport is better? Sure. As long as there’s food I’m down.”

“Alright, give me your number and we’ll arrange a date.”

A date. A date. They’re going to organise a date to talk about their respective sports. It’s not the sort of date Tim had been imagining with Gorgeous but he’ll take it.

“Fine. Give me your phone.”

They exchange their numbers and save the new contacts. It goes silent between them for a beat before Conner leans in and speaks in a lower tone, gone the competitiveness and confidence, now there’s shyness and apprehension.

“In all seriousness, I genuinely would like to go on a date with you. Not to, y’know, talk about just sport…”

Tim’s lips quirk up, and he couldn’t help but feel relieved and yet excited. He also leans into Conner, letting their shoulders press together and says, “I would like that too. I’m free the weekend if you are?”

“I have a game Saturday but I’m free Sunday,” he pauses, clearly thinking about something before adding on, “I can get you a couple of tickets to the match if you want.”

Tim’s nodding without any hesitation. “I think that would be great, thanks.”

Conner grins at him and bumps their shoulders lightly. Tim returns the gesture and they settle down to watch the rest of the competition in companionable silence. When Cassie returns with their food she gives them knowing looks and nods at Tim approvingly. Tim rolls his eyes but is unable to tamper down the goofy grin on his face.

He may have to thank Bart after this is all over for inadvertently bringing he and Conner together because Tim sure as hell wouldn’t have approached Conner by his own doing.

[rubydubydoo122]

What are some canon reasons you don’t like Tim drake?

Now what are some fanon takes that made you dislike him?

I don't hate Tim Drake, his fan presence is just so off putting that it drives me away. I don't hate any of the batfam members actually.

If I hated Tim Drake I probably wouldn't write him in any of my fics. But His Fan base makes him unbearable to read in fanon

[annoyed-at-things]

Not many people know this, but Janet Drake actually had a sister. But as a child she was always compared so much to her, that even though her sister loved her unconditionally she went to Gotham and cut contact, paying her way to forgetting her past. Her sister, though saddened, let it happen because she wanted to respect her older sister. Her daughters got curious about the sister their mother always loved but never saw, but they respected her wishes to keep seperate. After both of Tim's parents die though, that's off the table, and Tim Drake gets a call from his oldest cousin Barbara Millicent Roberts-

[catmanbowser]

Jock 4 jock

Skater x jock

Idk take your pick

[yeetus-feetus]