#tim chipping

[servants-hall]

Miss Scarlet and The Duke, Season 4: The Cast Plays Would You Rather

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[fromthestacks]

Miss Scarlet and the Duke season three

[shyjusticewarrior]

Tim's unadulterated joy at seeing his brothers hit people who messed with their family. He's so real.

[zeynyukine3011]

DC and especially Chip Zdarsky hates every Robin except Tim.

Steph and Duke is not here because they don't even "exist" 😑🤦‍♀️

[pokeberry5]

the joyful feeling when you're stealth and you see people who are out in public :]

both harley and ivy are out of there cuffs already >:3c and bruce does follow up regarding the mayor afterwards

this is what these designs were for

[flwrkid14]

Had the silliest idea while making breakfast.. what if Damian’s Favorite Brother is Tim, but for the Dumbest Reason...pancakes

My idea is that Tim is Damian’s favorite brother, but not for the reasons one might expect. It’s not because of Tim’s skill, his smarts, or his ability to stay three steps ahead in every fight. Nope. Damian’s real reason for favoring Tim over Dick, Jason, or even Bruce is much simpler.

It’s because Tim makes the best pancakes. Like, legendary pancakes.

Not even kidding.

One morning, Tim casually whips up a batch of pancakes in the kitchen—y’know, because Alfred’s off running errands and the rest of the family doesn’t know the first thing about breakfast beyond opening a box of cereal, and Tim's been feeding himself since he was six. So Tim steps up to the stove, and bam—fluffy, golden stacks of heaven.

Damian, who never really cared for breakfast, takes one bite of Tim’s pancakes and is sold. From that moment on, he’s obsessed.

“Drake, you will make me those pancakes again tomorrow."

And Tim just blinks, completely confused, but shrugs it off like, “Uh, sure?”

The next morning, Damian’s right there in the kitchen, bright and early, waiting for his daily dose of pancake perfection. By the third day, he’s even dragging a chair next to Tim, watching like a hawk as Tim cooks, making sure he’s using the right ingredients.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Batfamily is just like, “Really? This is the thing that bonds them?”

Tim, being Tim, just rolls with it. He doesn’t ask questions. If Damian wants pancakes, Damian gets pancakes. He’s just trying to survive his new role as “Pancake Master.”

But Damian? Oh, he’s serious about this.

Damian tells anyone who will listen that Tim is the only one who knows how to make breakfast properly. He’ll give the other brothers side-eye anytime they dare to suggest they could cook for him. Even Alfred raises an eyebrow, but Damian’s already set: Tim’s pancakes or nothing.

What’s even funnier is that when Damian gets pissed off at anyone, he refuses to eat their cooking. But Tim? Untouchable. The one person who can screw up as many times as he wants and still be in Damian’s good graces—because those pancakes? Irreplaceable.

So, while the Batfamily argues over strategy, patrols, or who gets to drive the Batmobile, Damian's priorities are clear:

"You’re all amateurs. Drake’s the only one who makes pancakes worthy of the Wayne name.”

And now, Tim’s been promoted to Damian’s favorite brother for the silliest reason imaginable. But hey, if the key to Damian’s heart is pancakes, Tim’s got that title locked down.

[nyerusnova]

Okay I'm weak and couldn't resist diving in, so here are all the cute Timmys from this week's issue, Batman #147:

First, some flashback babbie tims.... (also yes that's him and bruce in matching Wayne-monogrammed sweatshirts I'm crying)

And then for present-day timmy being such a sweetheart aaahhh (and also getting ready to kick ass)

BONUS adorable bruce and tim moment:

[baambastic]

“Drake,” Damian announced, “I require your presence at an outing this afternoon.”

“‘Hello, Tim, how are you?’ ‘I’m good, Damian, and how about you? Did you need something?’ It’s usually considered polite not to walk in and immediately make demands of people, Damian,” Tim replied from where he was hunched over his keyboard. He didn’t look over at his unexpected visitor, but he bet the brat was rolling his eyes.

“Whatever. Will you do it or not?”

Tim hummed. “Depends on what this ‘outing’ is. And why you didn’t ask Bruce or Dick to take you.”

“Father and Grayson are both imbeciles,” Damian huffed.

“They’re too busy today, you mean?”

“I meant what I said. Are you an imbecile like they are?”

“Again, you haven’t told me what it is you want to do.”

“Fine,” Damian grumbled. “Colin has asked me to do something called an ‘escape room’ with him. It sounded mildly diverting, so I looked into it. There’s a recently opened establishment for such an activity, but we need four people to participate.”

“And you want me to be one of those four,” Tim concluded. He pushed himself away from the computer. “I’ve got time, so sure, I’ll come with. Two things, though.” He paused for dramatic effect.

Damian crossed his arms impatiently. “Yes?”

Tim grinned. “First, who’s this Colin?”

“An acquaintance. He assisted me in apprehending Victor Zsasz not long ago.”

“Is he around your age?”

“Approximately.”

Was he some sort of meta, then? How else would a (presumably untrained) kid be able to handle Zsasz? Tim decided to file that away for later inspection. At least it sounded like Damian was making friends. He definitely needed some. “Alright then, second thing. You said you needed four people. Even with me, you only have three. Who’s your fourth?”

Damian looked away. “I… hadn’t gotten that far yet.” Was that embarrassment Tim heard in his voice? Damian was usually too proud for that.

“Okay, not a problem. I can wrangle us another person.” If the person he was thinking of could make it, both Damian and them could get a lot out of this. Hurrah for two birds with one escape-room-shaped stone.

“Very well. Colin and I will be waiting outside for you. I presume this fourth person will meet us at the establishment?”

“Probably, yeah. Did you really leave Colin on my doorstep?”

“He did not want to enter, I would say because he thought he might be unwelcome. A stupid notion; you are far too trusting.”

“Thanks,” Tim said drily. He waved towards the door. “Alright, lemme make this call.”

Damian nodded and walked away. Before fully exiting the room, though, he turned back to Tim. “What are you working on, anyway?” he asked.

Tim hummed. “Nothing much. Just preparing.” He didn’t offer any further explanation. After a few moments of waiting expectantly, Damian huffed and left.

[daydreamabout]

Chip and Chap [Tim Bradford Imagine]

Summary: Sergeant Grey warns you and Tim for always causing chaos together.

It was a typical Monday morning briefing at the precinct, and Tim was already regretting being awake. He was seated in his usual spot, looking at the clock, mentally counting down the seconds until the briefing was over so he could get out on patrol. His coffee was in hand, but it was more of a prop than anything—he'd already had three cups, and caffeine was no longer doing the trick.

You, on the other hand, had barely sat down next to him before starting to fidget with your pen, a wide grin plastered on your face as you bounced in your seat. You'd barely gotten any sleep after a night of binging on a new crime documentary, and it was obvious by the way your energy seemed to be overflowing.

He knew exactly what was coming.

Sergeant Grey was going over the daily reports when he finally stopped, his gaze shifting between you and Tim, who were clearly distracting the room with your silent exchange of jokes.

"Bradford, Y/L/N," Grey's voice cut through the noise. "You two. Focus up."

Tim sighed, looking up at him, already preparing for the inevitable.

"Sergeant?" You piped up innocently, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes.

Grey stared you down. "I’ve had enough of this 'Chip and Chap' act you two have going on," he said, clearly exasperated. "One of you keeps bringing the chaos, and the other keeps pretending to keep it in check, but let’s face it, you both thrive on it. You're not here to entertain the rest of us. You're here to work."

Tim shot you a quick side-eye, noticing how your smile was stretching wider, clearly pleased by the comparison. "Chip and Chap, huh?" you whispered, leaning toward Tim with a grin. "I like the sound of that."

He gave you a deadpan look, his voice low. "Yeah, well, I’m more of a ‘serious cop,’ but I guess if I’m the ‘Chap,’ you’re the ‘Chip’—chaotic, loud, and always causing problems."

That's when you stuck your tongue out at him, the usual playful demeanor kicking in. "Excuse me, I am perfectly capable of being serious when the time calls for it."

Sergeant Grey, still not satisfied, continued. "I don’t care if you're Chip or Chap. What I do care about is that you two start showing more discipline. Every time I turn around, one of you is laughing, the other is sighing in frustration... and the rest of us are just trying to get through the day without getting caught in your crossfire."

You leaned back in your chair, clearly not fazed. "Okay, okay. We’ll be on our best behavior, Grey. No more hijinks."

Tim looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "If by ‘best behavior’ you mean keeping your chaos to a minimum, then sure. No promises, though."

Grey rubbed his temples,knowing you both were great officers . "I swear, if you two don't figure it out... I might have to start assigning you separate shifts."

You laughed at that. "Separate shifts? That's just cruel."

"Yeah, I’ll miss you too, Y/N. Who else is going to keep me sane?," Tim groaned, clearly amused despite himself.

Grey didn’t look pleased, but his lips twitched, almost forming a smile.

"You heard him, Y/N. No more chaos. At least for today."

You leaned in close to Tim, whispering just loud enough for him to hear, "You sure you can handle a day without me?"

He shot you a sideways glance, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I think I’ll survive. But it’s going to be a pretty dull day without you."

You exchanged one last look, the familiar spark of mischief in both of your eyes.

It was only a matter of time before the chaos would begin again.

[dykedvonte]

Curly's little blurb on his steam trading card just keeps reminding me he is a much more miserable person than people realize.

We don't get a lot of his thoughts, inner confliction that aren't bogged down by what Jimmy says or does. Even in the The Last One and Then Another, his dialogue is reflective, not the Curly before the crash but the result of everything. Parts of the him he was are there of course, but also disfigured and warped beyond recognition just like he is physically.

Curly really doesn't think much of himself and desires. He clearly chases fleeting moments of happiness. He doesn't really have prospects for himself, assumes in a similar way to Swansea, that if it should make it happy then he is happy. Though, he hasn't reached the point Swansea did to admit it doesn't. He neither sees the glass half full or empty, it's just water, something he needs and he'll take it from any perspective.

He wasn't running from anything but he's never really been going towards something either. He's listless. I've been using the term complacent to describe how he feels about his life and the closest people (really just Jimmy) in it, but now that word feels too neutral, too nice. Happier than Curly really was. There isn't just one word for it, he's unfulfilled, uncertain, uninspired. There are no active problems he faces and that's the issue, why should he be upset?

I believe he really is a person who doesn't know who he is or wants to be. He follows a structure. I don't think he's suicidal, but he clearly doesn't think about what makes him happy. He's numb. I suppose that is a better word than complacent, used to the feeling even if he hates it. It doesn't hurt so why stop it?

[servants-hall]

Miss Scarlet and The Duke, Season 4 | Victorian Headlines: True or False?

[fantastic-nonsense]

godddddd Zdarsky writes such a good Tim, it's so unfair to me personally that he wrote a bad Batman run instead of writing one of the most phenomenal Robin runs ever put on paper

[fromthestacks]

Miss Scarlet season 5

[outtamynoggin]

Bruce Wayne: Attention Thief

Tim: You know.. the more I think about it, the more unreasonable this is.

Jason: What?

Tim: I keep thinking about how reliant Bruce is on Dick and how Dick always replies in kind.

Jason: So what? Roses are red, violets are blue, get to the part where you say something new.

Tim: No, but I found Dick FIRST. I was the one who admired him. I was the one chasing him through newspapers, TV clips, and across Gotham’s rooftops. I was the one who met him first when Bruce was off brooding somewhere else! I was and AM the one who hangs out with him!

Jason: ...You're... starting to sound a little jealous.

Tim: I sound like someone who put in all the effort and should be reaping the rewards! By all logic, he should be dependent on me!

Jason: Tim. Buddy. You’re trying to out-obsess Bruce Wayne. Do you hear yourself? You’re one overly dramatic monologue away from becoming the next big villain if you continue.

Tim: *offended*

Jason: *shrugging*

Tim: ...You would know.

[mamawasatesttube]

do you ever think abt how yj98 #40 establishes that cissie just flat out cannot fucking cook. its so bad she gave tim diarrhea. or food poisoning. or something.