#tim is making out with Kon in a closet and misses most of this

[evilminji]

Okay, as I have mentioned, I'm Ace AF. And you know that plot line in kids cartoons where the alien or foreign Warrior Royalty just sort of *violently kicks down door in full armor* "We Will Marry."? I?? Always said:

"Sure!" (#OhThankFUCK!)

Like what do you mean "No"? The powerful, attractive, monarch that is very into you has travel a great distance JUST to marry you! Now you don't have to date! They seem nice! You can skip the whole "trying to find a life partner" awkwardness.

So, Sudden New Fiancee(tm) how we doing this? Blended customs? Two weddings? One in your peoples traditions, one in mine? Should we invite your family? Tell me more about yourself.

God, this solves just... SO MUCH for me? No having to make small talk. No "do they like me?" Or "am I reading the signs here right?" No failed dates! It's positively ideal! AND they announced why they were qualified, in a VERY impressive show of power and prestige, when they arrived! Good lineage AND accomplished!! Very nice.

Don't get why everyone's so upset.

Sure the "we leave at once" thing that usually follows would have to be discussed, but that's what you DO as spouses. Really guys, it's like you think I'm incapable of common sense here.

And you know who probably agrees with me? Damian Wayne.

Hell is other people, INDEED. You expect him to just... randomly go up to people and try Courting them? What do you MEAN it's "creepy" to compile portfolios on eligible individuals of worthy bloodlines? How ELSE is he supposed to know if they are worth attempting to talk too?!

There are BILLIONS of humans on this gods forsaken rock, Richard! Is he supposed to just GUESS? Gamble and hope for LUCK? This is a MARRIAGE not a "best friends club"!

Then? Danny showes up.

Gotham heard her baby talking. Heard her KING being harassed by clearly plotting Observants and power hungry ghosts MANY times his age. Connected some dots. Formed themselves a new OTP.

Danny says "Fuck It". Worst he can say is No. According to Gotham, he is neither Shy not the meek obedient sort. Is in fact, VERY stabby. So if he's not interested he'll no doubt be BRUTALLY clear about that.

So? Danny gets Fright Knight. Go get him a horse. Someone fetch Cujo some armor. He's been told the guy like weapons and animals.

TIME TO BE IMPRESSIVE.

He goes FULL Regalia. Armor of solid night sky. Cape of frost and stardust. Crown like crack in reality itself, through which the cosmos gleam and shift. He gets a horse from the far frozen. They're wooly and carnivorous. Gets THE most impressive sword he can find to wear.

It's gonna be a gift, since he doesn't need it.

He does the whole "rend the skies open" thing. Fan fair and knights. Every title he's ever been given, no matter how embarrassing he find them in reality. And announces his intentions. Declares that ONLY Damian Wayne, aka. Robin, is WORTHY to Marry Him. And (in the traditional Ghost proposal of "either accept or tell me to fuck off" /w violence) Demands Damian accept his offer of Marriage.

Right there.

IN THE WATCHTOWER.

In front of EVERYBODY. And yes, ESPECIALLY the Bats. Who are making glitching, vaguely threatening DEMONIC NOISES. Because? You... you THREATEN the BABY? Death. Ten thousand years DEATH.

People are :O ing and backing away from the visible heatwave of unadulterated FURY being put off by Batman. Danny is nano-second from every bone his ANCESTORS had being reduced to a fine paste.

Then? Damian consider him... considers the sword being thrust in his direction, still held aloft in a steady and armored hand... contemplates those titles for a second...

And goes: "Acceptable. Very well, but I have demands."

N..... Nani the FUCK? Says local Bat-Dad. No??? You are NOT GETTING MARRIED.

Try to stop him. He very obviously IS, according to Damian, the man brought him a kick ass sword and has a giant green dog. Is the king of an ENTIRE REALITY. Yes, he realizes he probably COULD do better... but frankly? This one's cute. But if it upset you so... extended engagement. There. Happy?

NO! Because the JLA Dark are LOSING THEIR SHIT. Damian is still UNDERAGE. We don't even know how OLD this being is! NO MARRIAGE.

Damian is unimpressed. A whole six months? That he's likely already LIVED thanks to various timeloops, temporal shenanigans, and reality warping bits of fuckery? You're reaching.

Just? Marriage Meet Cute.

@hdgnj @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe

[spookyson]

Okay soooo just wrote like my longest fic ever I'm so happyyyy

A lil peak;

Dick Grayson gets home to find his little brother missing.

Which was, unfortunately, not rare or new, but this was infinitely worse. Because Tim was a baby.

Dick, along with most of the team, rummaged through the Manor and Batcave. They had gotten back home around an hour ago, sometime after 3, and the routine debrief had been abandoned when Cass noticed the empty bed.

“Tim! Timmy!” said Dick, his voice growing hoarser by the minute. “Come out, buddy! Please we’re not trying to hurt you.”

Dick was upstairs, investigating the manor along with Damian and Stephanie, while the rest of them double-checked the cave—no sign of him.

What if he wasn’t even here? What if he was in the city? What if he was in danger-

Fuck, fuck. Dick had grown used to it, the fact that all of his family were usually in a life-threatening situation. He was the same and if Batman, the most controlling asshole Dick had ever managed to love, let all of Dick’s siblings head out at night to fight crime, then he could too. It’s just that everyone else was trained, experienced, and older than 3. Also, this was Tim. Who always managed to make the worst enemies and get into the worst situations. What do you mean Ra’s al Ghul wants your babies? Why the fuck don’t you have a spleen? Assassin friends? Why do you have assassin friends?

Bottom line; Dick was stressed and he would not be sleeping tonight unless Tim was at home and under lock and key.

God, Bruce had already called Clark. And Bruce never called Clark. It was like a pride thing or something, Dick wasn’t really sure, he never paid much attention to what Bruce said back when he was Robin.

Dick frantically checked Tim’s room for what must have been the twelfth time in the past twenty minutes. There wasn’t a lot in it, Tim had moved most of his stuff into the Nest, but Dick meticulously checked under the bed, closet, and adjoining bathroom for any sign of his brother. There was none.

“Richard!” called Damian from the threshold of the room.

Dick looked up from the closet. “News?” He fought to keep his voice level. Damian was still so young, he didn’t want to scare him.

Nodding, Damian gestured for him to follow. “Drake has been located. He should be arriving shortly, Father wants all of us in the Cave.”

When they arrived, Tim was already there.

Old photographs of the kids hung on the walls, baby photographs that no one was quite sure how Bruce had procured. Or were too scared to ask about it at this point. The photo nearest to the door of the kitchen was one of Tim’s, an image from when he would have been around eight. He had been a small child.

This Tim was even smaller, clinging to Kon with one miniature hand and arguing with the Batman.

“Why am I here?” he said, large eyes narrowed at the crowd assembled before him. Dick must have not missed much. He spotted Clark in his Superman costume, sporting the awkward look he got sometimes when any of them talked back to Bruce.

Bruce was still Batman, only his cowl was lowered to reveal a tense face. "You are compromised. It would be safer for everyone if you remained at the manor."

Baby Tim's face screwed up into an adorable pout. Dick physically held himself back from scooping up his (currently) youngest brother and wrapping him in a blanket. The third Robin possessed a youthful quality to his looks, often appearing much younger than he was, and Dick had never considered its devastating effect. He wondered how Bruce had stopped himself from adopting Tim on the spot. According to all Dick knew about Tim's pre-Robin years, he's been attending many of the same parties as Bruce.

"I know I look 3, but I'm not actually that age, B. I won't snitch, you don't have to worry," says Tim. He looks to Kon, who nods his agreement.

"Uh, yes sir. Tim's his usual self."

Which is not exactly the problem Timmy. "Nevertheless, I think the team would rest easier if you remained home today." If you hadn't known Batman for as many years as Dick had, you'd think he didn't care, but all of this was pretty much Bruce-speak for ‘I am very concerned about you, please stay in my field of vision for the foreseeable future’.

Dick couldn’t judge. There was something about Tim, his smallest brother (since Damian had recently surpassed him in height a few months ago; something they still managed to fight about) becoming even smaller. Tim was also just really freaking adorable. He had those big blue eyes, a shade lighter than Dick’s, chubby cheeks and he was also clad in the smallest Superman t-shirt Dick had ever seen. Which actually, he flicked a look at Kon, was probably meant to be a Superboy t-shirt.

Anyway, Tim was cute and Dick wanted to hug him. He was also painfully vulnerable and had so many enemies and why would they let him out of the best-protected place in Gotham when he could be safe right here? Matter resolved.

“I can’t waste time over here, B. I have other responsibilities.” Tiny Timmy sighed and rubbed his small hands up and down the bridge of his nose and Dick was grasped by a sudden urge to dress him up in a miniature suit and provide him with a small briefcase. And then take a fuck-load of pictures. Tim proceeded to yawn adorably, therefore proving that the mini photo shoot needed to happen now. “Red Robin aside, WE needs me.”

“What’re they gonna do with ya right now, baby bird? Nap time?” crowed Jason.

The glare that Tim aimed at Jason was poisonous enough for it to have been terrifying, but at the moment, Tim was 3 and just about the most precious thing anyone in that room had ever seen. Dick cannot hold himself accountable for swooping in from behind Bruce to scoop up his smallest brother into a tight hug.

Tim’s frail little bones knocked harmlessly against muscles gained from years as an acrobat and vigilante, so Dick was free to squeeze in a way Damian would have never allowed and Jason would have bit him for. “You’re so cute, Timmy! Why did you never tell me you were adorable?”

“I’ve always been adorable,” sniffed Tim, weak arms straining against Dick’s chest in an effort to pull me away. “Now lemme go… I need to sign contracts and drink coffee.”

“And chase down the bitch-ass magic boy,” added Kon, his face impassive.

“And chase down the bitch-ass magic boy,” repeated Tim.

To his credit, Bruce only raised an eyebrow and continued; “All of which can be handled from here. I will return to Wayne Enterprises and we will cite your absence as a family matter. Zatana is due to arrive shortly, we will know anything vital to your current condition. Red Robin’s patrols will be covered by the rest of the team in shifts. Any running cases will need to be handled by the other vigilantes in Gotham.”

Tim ceased his relentless wriggling and swerved his head to Bruce. “That’s really… nice of you, Bruce,” said Tim. His small forehead wrinkled in thought. “But I don’t mean to impose for long. Kon and I can handle it.”

“Tim,” began Bruce, and then stopped. Because Tim had fallen asleep.

This is just a little part. The actual fic is 18k words omfg so if u enjoyed I put in the link to the whole thing down below. Please tell me what u think!

[a-deck-of-cards]

core 4 polycule hcs ( + some lgbtq+ hcs )

bc i want what they have :(

inspired by this post!1!1! ( go check it out srsly, it’s amazing )

tim is transmasc n bi

kon is cis n omni

bart is cis n asexual but he’s not too sure

annnd cassie is bi n closeted demi-girl

and ofc all of em are poly

tim is dating benard and cassie is dating cissie as well !!

tim is autistic, bart is audhd, kon has adhd and cassie is cassie (im not too sure yet)

when bart is overexcited / overwhelm, his powers go haywire and he really can’t control it anymore so kon uses his ttk to pull bart back to his feet

ma kent would invite them over to the farm where they learn how to make flower crowns with their colours

tim is red, bart is orange, kon is blue and cassie is yellow.

tim and kon were the first ones to start dating, then cassie joined in and then bart.

they would do cuddle piles all the time to get rid of the touch starvation.

tim didn’t want to tell bruce about this yet because he was unsure on how he would feel and whether he could accept it

they (cassie, kon, bart) told him to take his time and whatever happens, they will never leave his back.

cassie have chronic nightmares and panic attacks because of the nightmares.

tim would help cassie whenever she’s having one because he’s the most familiar with it and he’s usually up due to his insomnia

he would stay with her until she falls asleep again

kon, bart or cassie picks tim up to go to places bc apparently vehicles take too long

sometimes bart and kon would abduct tim bc they have no sense of boundaries.

cassie is too sensible to do that though.

everyone except bart have a drivers license to use when they’re in their civilian identity

bart is either too distracted or can just use his super speed without being seen.

bart has the biggest hair out of all of em

so they like to play and braid it sometimes

they also played with tim’s hair when he grew it out.

(short hair cassie supremacy)

cassie and kon are tall and is very muscle-y and tim and bart are small and lanky (tim especially)

so when they cuddle tim and bart have to be on the top or else they’d get crushed.

bart and tim constantly play video games with each other because yk theyre both obsessed.

i feel like ppl underestimate kon’s ttk

he can literally control any matter at touch

so he helps warm up cassie’s stomach whenever she’s have cramps

tim is the only one who gets sick bc

bart’s a speedster and they heal very fast, kon’s half kryptonian and well cassie’s a demigod

so they band up together to try and take care of tim when he’s sick

but tim would say he isn’t for the first couple days until it became too big of a bother

and he has it worse bc of his missing spleen

usually it ends in chaos

[stephaniebrownlove]

Steph + Meeting the Superfam

My headcanons for Steph’s fascination with the Superfam inspired by this post. 

I’ve also written a fanfic for when Steph met Jon, you can find it here. 

When Steph was little she’d tie a blanket around her shoulders like a cape and run around her house. “I’m Superman! Look at me, I’m Superman!” she’s sing-song to herself, coming up with nonsense words to fit the melody she created. She’d pretend to save stuffed animals in mortal danger, whisking them off the Terrible Bed and into the Closet of Safety. She’d save the city of Living Room from all the Evil Chip Bags and Alien Soda Cans by attacking and throwing them into the Phantom Zone, otherwise known as the trash can. 

When Steph was in middle school she was hanging out with some ‘friends’ at the mall. They weren’t doing anything in particular- drinking soda from fifty-cent refillable plastic cups from the gas station and poking their noses into shops that looked cool. In one shop there were posters, and Steph saw one of Superboy on clearance. She bought it and tacked it on her wall because well, he was hot, and she definitely had fantasies. It stayed up through many room renovations and she never stopped liking it, no matter how the boyfriends she brought home commented on it. 

  When Steph was in high school she became Spoiler and met Robin (definitely impressed and wow he’s cute) and Batman (definitely not impressed-ok kinda-and wow he’s grumpy). She never thought of herself as a real vigilante, but now she realized she was, and had contacts who had actually knew Superboy and Superman. She started imagining meeting them too, a private secret in the back of her head. Maybe one day it could happen. Maybe. 

  When Steph became Batgirl she thought she was going to die, trapped underwater in a fast-filling metal box. But she didn’t die, and that was because Supergirl saved her. They’re best friends now, but Steph will never tell her that she doesn’t actually remember their first meeting because her brain just short-circuited. She vaguely remembers a flying figure, the color blue, and really bright yellow hair. At some point they talked, but Steph has no idea what she said and she refuses to ask Kara. All she knows is it was the best near-death experience of her life. 

  When Steph and Kara went on a mission together and freaking Batman and Superman showed up, and Superman actually spoke to her, Steph played it cool. Inside, she was freaking out, and was it bad that she enjoyed knowing Superman and Kara would know? She didn’t think so. When Batman wasn’t looking, she got a picture with Superman. She keeps it saved and on her phone to look at at all times. Kara’s mildly amused by this. Steph doesn’t care, she still can’t believe it actually happened and when she checks her phone and sees the picture her heart jumps. 

  When Steph and Robin teamed up with Young Justice, she met Superboy face-to-face for the first time. He was the first super she didn’t hit it off with right away. It took a few interventions (with Tim moderating) before they figured out their relationship. Eventually, they fell into a rivalry-based friendship, but they also had each other’s backs when it mattered, and bonded over their mutual Robin. Steph has not and will not tell Kon she had his poster on her wall (or that it didn’t come down after she met him). She has many, many prank videos, internet trend videos, and random recordings of her, Kon, and Tim. Those will never be released to the public, but Barbara found them and occasionally watches them for her own amusement. 

  When Steph met Jon, she was at the most boring Wayne gala of all time. Jon and Damian were equally bored, and she kidnapped them both, taking them to her house for good food and the quality entertainment of Netflix. She fell hard for the scrawny kid and immediately decided she would be just as responsible for him as she was for Damian in the field. Steph hummed the theme to the Superman song she’d made up when she cooked for them that night, and though Damian doesn’t tell her, Jon sometimes hums the tune when they go out on missions together. Damian doesn’t know what it means, but he’s secretly glad Steph approves of his friend. Steph is fierce as all hell if any villain gives either of the boys so much as a scratch. When Dick was Batman he didn’t worry about them as much and could breathe a little easier when Steph was out  in the field, watching over them. 

  When Steph met Lois, she was thrilled and intimidated. Lois was a supportive professional business woman who worked in a field Steph knew nothing about, but was definitely intrigued by. When Lois gave her her number, Steph felt honored and also nervous. What was she supposed to talk about with Lois? She didn’t have to worry, because Lois took the lead and started to mentor her. Lois was one of her references for getting into Gotham University’s nursing program and was amazingly supportive in Steph’s life outside of being a vigilante. Steph never had a female role model and when Lois stepped in, she filled in a part of her life Steph didn’t know she was missing. Sometimes, when she goes over to the Super house to talk with Lois, she sees Kara or Kon or Jon and they always make her feel welcome. It’s the first house she’s been to that feels like home.

[onelonelystory]

👽 idk timkon. go nuts

Who believes in aliens Tim has had a conspiracy corkboard, red string and all, since before he could speak full sentences. It's duct-taped to the back of his closet with all his other conspiracy corkboards and correctly locates at least 3 of the individuals on the FBI's Most Wanted list. they are not persons of interest their locations were just required for context.

Who is the one most likely to suggest going ghost hunting Also Tim that bitch is annoyingly proactive. Someone suggests there may be a ghost, Tim says well I guess it's time to investigate. idk Tim, maybe some of us wanted to stay in and binge watch Succession so we could make fun of you about it

Who is the certified monsterfucker™ Not to get repetitive with it. But Tim. Mothman is on his list of celebrities he's allowed to sleep with.

Who is the skeptic Finally we arrive at Kon, who firmly believes not only that ghosts are bullshit, but also that aliens do not exist. Got something to say to that? Huh? No, no, look at him. Look at him. Is something funny?

Who is the scaredy-cat Tim. In his defense he's missing a spleen and Kon is bulletproof.

Who researches local cryptids for each stop on roadtrips This is Kon actually. Tim knows everything. He has Cryptozoology A to Z memorized. You don't go stalking your local urban legends and succeed without knowing the score. Kon likes to visit kitschy gift shops and has a photo gallery of Tim grudgingly standing beside every Welcome To...! sign for every town or city or state they've ever been to.

Who has had at least one legit paranormal experience Tim's dating an alien

Who dabbled in the occult as a teen after watching The Craft Kon. He wanted to be Nancy Downs

Who likes exploring spooky abandoned places Neither of them that's their job. It's more boring for Kon though, because he can. You know. See through walls.

Who believes in magic (actual magic, not rabbit in a hat magic) Kon, Tim refuses. There's a scientific explanation guys, we just haven't found it yet-

Who deliberately jumpscares the other when they’re in a spooky situation Kon. He will sneak up on Tim while they're infiltrating a heavily guarded and incredibly dangerous institution, and no "logic" or "immediate threat of discovery and possibly death" is going to stop him.

What their roles would be in a slasher movie and whether they would make it to the end/the sequel Tim is the guy who tells everyone to split up he hasn't watched enough horror movies and he is thinking about rational practical tactical ways out not the obvious role he has put himself in where he dies slowly and gruesomely in some unfeasible way that he would have survived if someone had been there.

Kon is the first girl that bitch dumb

[adhdslugcrimes]

Bart, Kon, and Cassie first Gala.

Tim: *fixing Conner's tie* okay, so will my two dramatic loves going to say anything?

Conner: there's enough people if we stay there both families won't kill us.

Cassie: must suck~

Conner: …

Bart: is it because of Cissie or Miss Prince?

Tim: doubling down on both.

Cassie: hmm who will know *shrugs with a smirk*

Bart: *sighs and hands Tim a crisp ten dollars*

Tim: ah, instest coffee money.

Steph: *comes in through the closet… don't ask* yo let's go! Mr. Daven has been seen!

Tim: oh no. We're taking the munchkin…

Bart: oh yes! Come on, come on, come on! *Pulling on Conner's and Tim's arms* I don't want to miss this!!

Conner: so naive, look at them wanting to see their doom.

Tim: oh my god, Luther is strong in this one.

At the gala

Bart: okay, okay, okay. Who do I stay with to see this?

Steph: stay near Wally or Damian. You'll see this one reason I go to these things.

Cass: I remember my first time, his arm was in a cast the next time I saw him.

Conner: so you guys just hurt this man for no reason!? *Thinking he's next*

Tim: no babe, you see Wally was been in our lives since Dick met him. Most of us had a crush on him though of course very short lived.

Steph: but he doesn't know it so don't spill!

Duke: yep, ruins the thing we got with him.

Bart: hmm I don't see Damian…

Dick: because he's with Wally, I saw him talking to my redhead about his new friends over at the window.

Tim: does he still have that crush or…

Dick: long gone, but he doesn't want Wally to go until he's finished and glared at me. It's perfect!

Artemis: yo, saw baywatch with tiny killer. We are a go.

Cissie: I saw Mr. Daven!

Cassie: and I saw Cissie so-

Tim: pfft bruh-

Barbara: oh my god- Dick this is not something you should be doing, you are an adult with little siblings thinking you're a role model.

Dick, hands on her shoulders: Barbs, I love you so much. But I will not let you take this from me.

Barbara: You and Roy always picked on him, and for what!?

Dick: he flirts with my mans.

Everyone but barbara: *fake vomiting sounds*

Barbara: I, *sighs* fine.

Artemis: they're coming!

Wally: oh, I'm glad my little cousins have kept you company. You should invite them next time.

Damian: yeah I'll make sure to do that, they signed my cast though! *Shows his arm cast with a lot of signature, also yes I don't know spelled it right.

Wally: can I sign it?

Damian: sure!

Bruce: oh god no, why do you have the killer child this time!

Dick: shut it old man

Oliver: ha ha ha he called you old because you are-

Dick: fight like petty old ladies later, let me have this!!

Bart: better than anything on tv. *Eats popcorn*

Alejandro: oh, West a pleasant surprise to see you here.

Wally, confused: but I always come to these- nevermind, what's up?

Alejandro: oh that, I would like to speak to you privately if that's not a bother.

Wally: sorry, I promise to hang out this whole evening with Dami. Maybe next time?

Alejandro: why hang out with a child? Is Wayne just using you as a babysitter-

Damian: I AM NOT A CHILD!

Wally: DAMI NO-

Alejandro: * screaming, Damian has bitten him and drawn blood* GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!!

Everyone laughing or trying to help.

In the limo

Kon: I can't believe he has survived…

Tim: he chew that arm up…

Bart: Wally's face was priceless!!

Cassie, Kon, and Tim: Bart no-

Cassie: anyway, I believe it was a fun night. We all got to dance, see another side of Nightwing, and saw a man faint from his own blood.

Tim: and you with Cissie making out in a closet.

Kon: yeah, you didn't have to throw kryptonite at me by the way, I was getting my coat.

Cassie: in my defense I didn't know it was you, I just threw what was in Bruce's jacket.

Kon: b-bruce!? He was going to kill me!

Bart and Tim: huh guess we were wrong. *Actually prank their boyfriend*

[youngjustusorbust]

Day five! Costume switch!

This was inspired by the tt!tv ep where everyone dresses up as robin, cuz every time i watch it i think about how yj it is

Ao3

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It was Tim's fault really. He shouldn't have thought to try to teach Cassie to walk like him out in the open. His bad for thinking his friends could behave. Like, just a little. 

"No, like this," Tim said, hands on her hips as he guided her through a passable job of pretending to walk like Robin. She was in his costume to practice, everything done but make-up and wig, and he was in hers. 

The idea was that if she, an invulnerable person, drew the bad guy currently trying to kill Robin's fire, then she would be unharmed. Best bait was the bait that had no weaknesses. 

Tim was to be dressed up as her so he could be back-up, and no one would get suspicious if they saw him. 

Cassie groaned and scowled at him, "that's what I did!"

Tim sighed and rolled his eyes, "no, what you did was more like this." Tim swaggered down the small aisle they'd cleared for themselves in the living room. "You're Robin, you have to stay here," Tim lifted to his toes, "on the balls of your feet."

Snickering interrupted them. Tim tried to ignore it. 

Cassie crossed her arms over her chest. "But keeping that hurts!"

"Not like you're wearing heels! Here!" Tim tried to move her feet to show her when he heard more laughter. 

Tim sat back on his heels and looked over his shoulder to glare at the boys sprawled on the couch, watching them. 

"Yes, Kon? Ray? Anything to add?" He asked sourly. 

Kon, Ray, and Bart had their feet up on the table. 

"You look good as Wonder Girl, Tim!" Bart said cheerfully. He stuffed some chips into his mouth. 

Greta came oozing out of the ceiling. "Oh, you're still at it?" She asked. 

"Yes," Cassie grumbled. 

Tim cut her a frustrated glare. "We wouldn't be if you could just get this right!" 

Cassie stepped away from him. "Oh, I'm sorry. Who came to whom for help? Who begged whom for them to not be dead?" 

Tim rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "Sorry, Cassie, I-"

"You're right you're sorry!" Cassie snapped. "You've been critiquing me all day. Nooo, Robins do this, Robins don't do that-"

"Because they don't!" Tim cried. He took a deep breath and counted to ten before he said in the most calm voice he could manage, "look. You don't have to fool Batman, but you need to fool them! And if you don't get even close to how I walk or talk or patrol, then they're going to realize that you aren't me!"

"Why does Cassie get to be you anyway?" Bart asked, crunching loudly on a handful of chips. 

"Yeah!" Kon teased, lazily smirking at them from the couch. "I'm sure I'd be a much better Robin than you." 

Just count to ten, Tim told himself. One, two, three-

"Dude, you'd look dope in the Robin undies," Ray said. 

"Right? That's what I'm saying!" Kon replied. 

Four, five, six-

"Blech," oh great, now Slobo was here with an opinion. "Too wussy if you ask me. Needs a good skull or two."

Seven, eight-

Cassie blew a lock of blonde hair from her face with a puff. "Be my guest," she said, waving to Tim. "He's such a pain to work with."

Nine-

"Where'd you get the costume anyway?" Bart asked, licking chip crumbs from his fingers. 

Cassie waved a hand flippantly. "Tim's room. He's got a whole closet full."

Tim realized Cassie's mistake less than a second after she said it. But the damage was done. Bart was already gone. 

"Oh no," Tim said, only halfway through when Bart returned and tossed Tim's carefully folded and expertly pressed spare uniforms into the air. 

"ROBIN FOR ALL!" He crowed. He grabbed some and in a tornado of motion switched into them comfortably. 

Well, clearly not vey comfortably, Tim noticed. His thighs were too thick for the tights, and the shirt hung off of him like his bony shoulders were a hanger. He couldn't fit into the boots (Cassie had, in fact, been chosen partially because she was the closest in size and build to Tim). Bart hadn't found Tim's spare belt but had uncovered his mask collection and was currently trying to figure out the glue--which Tim knew was a sticky situation that could only end in an eyebrow-less Bart and one or two pairs of super-glued-together fingers. 

Kon picked up a robin tunic that had landed across his legs. He scrutinized the size carefully. "Huh," he asked, "does the armor stretch?"

"Put that dow-" Tim started to say when Cassie and Bart replied at the same time: "Kind of."

And then Kon and Ray were both undressing. 

Yep. Definitely Tim's fault. 

"Guys, take that off! Now I'll have to reorganize my whole room!"

Greta floated down from the ceiling and Tim heard the pitter-patter of what had to be the rest of Cassie's team coming to join them. He sighed and slumped onto the floor. Ready to give up. 

Well, you had a good run, Tim.  But this is it. This is the thing that makes Alfred finally kill you. 

Greta solidified her hand a hesitantly touched the material of a pair of Tim's leggings. 

"Wow!" She said, flushing a little. "These are soft!"

Tim shrugged helplessly. 

Traya and Anita jogged into the room. Traya's hair was half-done up in braids. 

"Oo! Are we dressing up as Robin?" Traya asked excitedly. She bounded over to the pile of clothes and dug in. 

Anita stopped by where Tim sat. Cassie helped Greta fit a costume over her misty self. Kon was obsessed with lunging to test the stretch of the leggings, and Ray was trying to dive away from Bart and his masj-glue. 

"Hey," Anita said, watching the chaos. 

"Hi," Tim replied. 

"So... it's bring your Robin to work day?"

Tim groaned in response. 

"Robin time? An abundance of Robins1a? Rockin' Robin? Round Robin? Robin in a-"

"Okay, I get it." Tim let out a weak laugh. 

Anita leaned down and for a moment, Tim wasn't sure what she was going to do until she reaching down his shirt and plucked one of the fake breasts from his bra. 

"B cup?" She asked. 

Tim lowered his voice. "I'm being generous." But Cassie heard anyway and stomped over and flicked him hard. 

"Ow! Hey!" Tim cried, rubbing at his arm. 

Cassie sauntered back over to Kon who had pulled his leather jacket out from somewhere (Tim had hoped maybe he'd never see that abomination again) and had slung it and his rose-tinted sunglasses on as acessories. 

He caught Tim and Anita looking, lowered the sunglasses and winked. Both rolled their eyes. 

"Hey, look Anita!" Traya cried, pulling a badly ripped tunic out from the bottom of the pile. "You could probably turn this into a crop top right?" 

"Hell yeah!" Kon crowed. "Give Robin some style!"

Ray frowned and pulled on his black boots. "You should really think about changing the color scheme, Tim. I don't know how you can possibly camoflauge yourself as well as you do in this."

"It's traditional!" Tim argued. 

"It's a stoplight," Slobo grunted. He sat on the couch, helping Traya roll up the bottoms of the leggings which were much too long for her. 

Bart raised his arms and waved them as if he was directing an airplane. "Look at me! I'm bait!"

"Well, I like it!" Greta declared. 

"Me too!" Traya said.

Slobo made a noise that Traya took to mean that he was finished and she afixed a mask to her face. Shs stood on the couch and cried: "Superstitious and cowardly, beware!" And jumped off, giggling when Kon caught her and used his TTK to toss her higher into the air. 

"What's this?" Bart said, suddenly in front of Anita and Tim.

Tim's eyes widened and he dove for, but missed, the fake breast still in Anita's hand. 

"It's his boobies," Kon said, waggling his eyebrows. Then, "ow!" When Cassie hit him. 

"Actually it's Cassie's-" Ray began but never finished when she stomped on his foot. Tim was sure he heard something crack. 

Bart frowned at it. "Huh, it's squishy. What's it made of? Silicon? Is it a weapon?"

"How could it be a weapon?" Greta asked thoughtfully as she drifted over. Somehow she'd managed to get the Robin costume to stick, though the mask was askew. 

"Silicon?" Slobo asked. He snatched it from Bart's hands. He squished it expirementally between his hands. "What's that?"

Okay, this was too much. Tim got to his feet to put an end to this madness. "Okay, guys  this is all fun and games but can I pleasr have my fake breast back. It's expensive and-"

Ray and Kon burst into laughter and Ray said, "what? The doctor you visited out of town this weekend?"

"Hey Tim!" Kon added, giggling, "you don't need implants! You're perfect just the way you are."

Cassie glared at them, hands on her hips. "Not funny, guys." And when they kept laughing she balled up her fists. 

"I don't get it," Traya said to Greta who shrugged. 

"Hey! Get that out of your mouth!" Tim cried. Slobo had his maw open and dangled the fake breast inside. 

"Why?" He asked as he bit down. "Soumbds deliphious."

Tim lunged for him. "Give that back!" And tripped over Bart.

"Mon diou," Anita muttered from behind them.

Bart stumbled into Cassie and then everyone was on the floor as if they'd all jsut lost a really competitive game of twister. Tim couldn't hear himself think over the yelling. He made a grab for the fake breast which was still half in Slobo's mouth and tugged at it. Slobo wouldn't let go. When Tim brought his elbow back to yank some more he bashed someone in the face who yelled at him. 

All of the chaos came to a halt when a new voice shouted a swear word and everyone turned towards the door from where the new voice had emenated. 

Bart whispered "yikes," which was rich because Ray had his hand clutched in Bart's singeing hair while Bart had his hand clamped sound Greta's cape. 

"You said a bad word..." Traya murmured. 

Snapper Carr stared at the mess on the floor of the living room, from the multitude of Robins to Tim's Wonder Girl costume. He had a giant paper bag of groceries in his hands.

He blinked, said firmly to himself, "I do not want to know." Turned around, mumured, "I'm getting too old for this," and walked out. Closing the door with a click behind him. 

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Tim & Bruce, Hurt and Comfort, Father-son relationship, Bruce is a good dad, Tim needs a hug, Grieving, General Rating. 

Summary: When Tim finds himself overwhelmed with emotions, Bruce is there to offer the support and comfort he clearly needs.

Enjoy :)

“Mister Wayne, are you alright?”

Bruce turns away from the window he was staring out of, getting ready to apologise he turns to the woman who asked the question only to find her not looking at him but rather at Tim.

Bruce looks at his son, Tim was standing at the front of the conference room in front of his presentation looking out of the same window Bruce had been. His body was stiff and his hands were clenched tightly around the pointing stick he had been using throughout his presentation.

When Tim doesn’t move from that position after 5 seconds Bruce grows concerned. Something has caused Tim to derail from his presentation. Bruce knew that Tim was very much like himself, it took a lot to get their attention away from something that they were invested in, so what had caught his son’s attention in the middle of a meeting?

Bruce looks back out of the window to see what could have caught Tim’s eye, he sees nothing but grey clouded skies and a few sky scrapers. There was nothing interesting out there. He turns back to Tim to find him still staring out of the window, his face was blank and held little emotion. He glances at the board members also in the room, some of them were showing concerns at Tim’s sudden odd behaviour while others looked a little frustrated and were raising eyebrows in Tim’s direction. 

“Tim?” Bruce calls out to him.

It seems that Bruce’s call brings him back from wherever he went inside of his head. Tim’s head snaps to the side and faces him, “Huh?”

“You okay?”

An easy smile appears on Tim’s face. To most that smile would suggest that he was a little embarrassed at getting caught from getting lost in his own thoughts, but Bruce wasn’t most people, he was Batman the world’s greatest detective, but more than that - he was Tim’s father. That smile Tim was giving him and the other board members was fake and forced, meaning something was troubling his son.

Tim continues to smile, “Sorry,” he shakes his head, letting out a little laugh, “Just lost my train of thought that’s all.”

Some of the board members returns Tim’s smile. “Of course Mister Wayne, it happens to us all at one point or another, please continue.”

Tim once again laughs, it sounded so real but Bruce knew it was so fake, “That it does. Anyway…”

Now knowing something was off with his son Bruce watches Tim with a careful eye. Tim was a good actor, he easily brushes off that funny moment he had and relaxes back into the presentation with the same confidence that he started it with.

The presentation ends on a successful note, Tim had won over the board with his new ideas and business plans for the company and hopefully they can get started on developing those ideas within the next few weeks. Now the board members are packing up their things and leaving the conference room, they wish the two Wayne’s all the best and how they’ll be in touch in the next few days. Once they’re all gone Bruce gets up from his seat and walks around the table to where Tim was putting his papers in his brief case.

“So that was a success, which was good because that means we -”

“Tim.” Bruce tries to get his attention.

“- can get funding for the department that needs strengthening just so we can make this idea a success-”

“Tim…”

“-once the money comes through we can-”

“TIM!”

Tim stops talking and looks up at Bruce with wide eyes. Bruce puts a hand on his shoulder, “You okay?”

Tim frowns, he pushes Bruce’s hand off his shoulder before turning back to his papers, “I’m fine, why?”

Bruce studies him, as he deducted earlier Tim is a good actor, however Bruce knows better, “You had a moment during the presentation that’s all, I just want to know if your okay.”

Tim shrugs and shuts the brief case, “I’m fine Bruce.”

When Tim goes to move past Bruce, Bruce reaches and grabs his arm, “Tim…”

Tim immediately snatches his arm back and glares at him, “Why are you suddenly interested Bruce? You feel like I can’t handle WE?”

Bruce shakes his head, “I know you can handle Tim, I’m just concerned about you.”

Tim looks away, once again he firmly states, “I told you, I’ll be fine.”

That answer has Bruce frowning at his son, at the same time Tim’s eyes widen at the mistake he had made.

“You’ll be fine?” Bruce says almost accusingly. Taking a deep breath Bruce speaks again though this time in a softer voice, “Tim you can talk to me, whatever is troubling you, you can tell me.”

Still not looking at him Tim shakes his head, “I’m, I’m fine.” However most of the spite Tim’s voice had just a moment ago has now disappeared, he’s now talking in an almost whisper, “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Once again Tim makes a move to get past him, but the same as last time Bruce intercepts him. He grabs the brief case of out his hands and places it on the table, then he gently takes Tim’s face in his hands and cradles it. Tim’s hands latch onto his wrists and it doesn’t go unnoticed about how much he was shaking. In his hands Tim was rapidly blinking like something had gotten into his eyes, if Bruce looks closely enough he can see Tim’s lips tremble and if he listen’s closely enough he can hear how quick Tim’s breathing has gotten.

With his heart feeling heavy in his chest Bruce can clearly see that Tim is trying to keep himself together even as he breaks. Tim’s trying to bottle up his emotions which were clearly ready to explode.

When the first tear forms and starts running down the side of his face Bruce pulls Tim in for a hug. He wraps his arms around his son and holds him tightly. That’s when the first sob brakes out of Tim, at first it was a quiet hiccup but it quickly escalated into full sobs.

Bruce holds him through it, hoping his solid frame and warmth can somehow comfort Tim as he breaks down in his arms. Heart wrenching sobs escaping him as all the emotion he’s been bottling up all gets released.

“Why?” Tim speaks out brokenly, “W-w-why? It’s - it’s not f-fair.”

“I know, I know it’s not.” Bruce says gently, he knows exactly what Tim is on about and his breaks his heart to hear Tim sound so broken. It hurts even more to know there is absolutely nothing he can do to try and fix what had happened.

“I miss him so much.” Tim gets out as another sob breaks through.

After about 10 minutes Tim begins to calm down, his sobs turning into hiccups and sniffles. It’s another five minutes before Tim pushes against his chest. Bruce lets him out of his hold but he doesn’t let go of him, he moves his hands to where he lightly rests them against Tim’s shoulders.

Tim sniffs, rubs at his red rimmed eyes and takes a long shaky breath as he tries to compose himself. Bruce waits patiently as Tim gets himself together. There are still a few stray tears escaping from his eyes and Bruce reaches up to carefully wipe them away. Tim gives him a small weak smile in return.

Taking another breath Tim lets out a quiet, “Sorry.”

Bruce draws him back in for another hug and gives him a squeeze, “There’s no need to apologise Tim.”

Tim makes a humming sound which makes Bruce crack a small smile, obviously Tim wasn’t happy at being seen in such a vulnerable state. His son pulls back out of his hug and once again wipes his eyes.

“Tim, listen to me okay. If you ever need to talk I’m always here to listen to you, whatever it may be even if it’s the stupidest thing on Earth, I’m willing to listen. If you don’t want to talk to me Dick is always willing to listen, Alfred too. You don’t need to bottle up your emotions.”

Tim nods his head and sniffs, “Yeah… I hear ya. I just,” he lets out a shaky breath, “I just got overwhelmed I guess.”

Bruce gives him a pat on the shoulder, “It’s okay, like I said, people are always willing to listen to you Tim.”

Tim looks away from him and towards the window, “I just miss him so much Bruce. I just can’t-” his voice breaks half way through his sentence and fresh tears roll down his face, he takes a moment to try and get a hold of himself. Taking another breath he continues, “I think about him everyday and it just hurts so fucking much.”

Bruce can easily sympathise with him, losing the ones you love hurt like nothing else in the world. To have them ripped away from you it makes you question why? What have I done to deserve this, what have they done to deserve it?

Bruce knew exactly what Tim was going through and this wasn’t the first time either. Tim’s lost a lot of people in a short amount of time, his biological father, two of his closet friends and now his boyfriend. It was a lot to process, a lot to take in, Bruce is trying his best to be support Tim in any way he can.

“You know,” Tim starts and Bruce focuses his attention back on his son, “It hit me earlier, during the meeting. I glanced at the window and it hit me. That overwhelming feeling of emotions, it just hit me all at once.”

Bruce watches as a small distant smile appears on his face as he talks, “He used to come up here, when I had meetings he used to appear just outside of that window. When I was presenting stuff he used to hover around, sometimes he’d be upside down, other times he would just make stupid faces to try and distract me… thank god for your training or the board would have clearly thought I was insane.” He brakes into a broken laugh as tears stream down his face, “I miss Kon so much.”

Bruce reaches out and pulls him in for another hug, this time he feels Tim wrap his own arms around his waist. They stand their holding onto one another for a good while, not that Bruce cares, everyone else can go screw themselves because his son needs him and he’s going to be there to offer his support however long it takes.

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I posted 14,366 times in 2021

426 posts created (3%)

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#especially looking at this art it’s like a moment where i go ‘god i’m gay’ but like i’m aroace so it’s in like an aesthetic attraction kind

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Jeremy going “This is what Rimmy does in his spare time... In their spare time.”

Just

Is it silly to say that that kind of made my day? For Jeremy to correct the pronouns he’s using for his character, just automatically and just

Non-Binary Rimmy in general makes me so happy and it really is a small thing but here I am smiling like an idiot.

So it is a good Tuesday after all, huh?

257 notes • Posted 2021-05-04 16:21:41 GMT

#4

Watching AH play Minecraft sometimes is like: They are idiots (affectionate)

259 notes • Posted 2021-07-10 02:35:10 GMT

#3

God I need to stay out of AH comments especially in videos with Lindsay

Like some people in this community can just be so fucking shitty about using their pronouns, like it is literally not that fucking hard. You don’t need to bitch about it.

Just because their bio has they/she does not mean you “don’t have to bother” because Lindsay has stated that she is reserved for close family and friends. That means the community should be using they. Because that’s what Lindsay is comfortable with/wants and it’s literally not that hard to respect that. People are, in fact, allowed to chose which pronouns different people can use.

Also like, I saw one comment and yeah, using someone’s pronouns is a requirement. In order to be the bare minimum of decent, you have to use someone’s pronouns. I don’t give a shit if you don’t like the person, it’s not an option. It’s a requirement.

And if you think fucking otherwise, get the fuck off my blog.

271 notes • Posted 2021-03-08 03:04:27 GMT

#2

Kon: “Have you ever been in a car with multiple Bat Kids?”

Jon: “It’s the most reckless thing ever-“

Kon: “I don’t know how they think.

We got the music on 98

Everyone’s screaming

Tim’s FaceTiming someone

Damian and Jason are having a conversation,

Duke just butted in

Steph and Cass are making plans

Dick’s eating cashews and Driving

All the fucking windows down

So there’s hair flying fucking everywhere

We’re going 90 mph

I can’t think.”

Jon: “I feel like I’m at a Jonas Brothers concert right now.”

Kon: “We’re missing turns but somehow get there earlier.

And then I hear *tapping*

What in the fuck?

And they’re like ‘Oh, Bruce’s in the trunk’”

469 notes • Posted 2021-08-26 05:11:54 GMT

#1

Tim: Dick, we have good news!

Jason: We don’t have to go the gala.

Dick: Bruce agreed to let us out of it?

Duke: Well, not exactly.

Dick: What did you do?

Steph: Well…

Dick: Where’s Bruce?

Damian: Tied up in the closet.

Dick: You kidnapped Bruce Wayne? That’s illegal!

Tim: But Dick, what’s more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Bruce, or forcing us to all suffer through another gala?

Dick: Kidnapping Bruce, Tim!

Jason: Dickface listen, whatever I may think about you right now, these guys are counting on you to inspire them.

Dick: What to kidnap people?

Duke: To work together.

Dick: To kidnap people?!

Steph: Dick, we all agreed that a celebrity is not a people.

819 notes • Posted 2021-10-24 05:28:18 GMT

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Fanfic retrospective 2018

I have seen 2 people doing this and I thought, oh, why not?! So lets revisit all the fics submitted last year!

Online Hero Need Friends:

Summary: Izuku makes some online friends when he's in middleschool that he keeps when he becomes a pro hero. But he never told them he's The Deku.

Thoughts: This fic was kind of unexpected for me! In a lot of ways. I got inspiration for the idea from a post of Tumblr, but wasn't really going to do anything with it, and one night, suddenly, I just started to write it! I finished the first chapter around 3am on a work day and the response was… Unexpectedly amazing? I remember watching at my phone just seeing the numbers growing and growing, so many people just loved it!!! So I decided hey fuck it let's make it have multiple chapters so, I sort of did that. All chapters were written on moments between classes and it's amazing so many people liked this because it's mostly just a self indulgent piece of fluff with some ocs hanging out, a friend described it as “A long ass fic where nothing happens” (Which is super accurate) but I enjoyed making it and I loved creating the characters!!! I'm gonna finish it sometime in 2019. Sorry for everyone who's been waiting for the epilogue, but I promise this isn't abandoned!!!!

This is my most successful fic to the date which is honestly fucking weird. I'm serious guys, this is a story where NOTHING happens, just fluff with no substance and not even with characters you already know beforehand!! The hell is wrong with you?!

I don't believe you. You aren't like THAT:

Summary: Dick tells Damian he's gay. His brother doesn't take it well.

Thoughts: Ooof this fic. This was a vent fic. I made it after some stuff happened, mostly cause I relate super hard to Dick's relationship with Damian. Tbh this is just a self indulgent wish fulfilment piece of crap, but hey, that's what fics are for, aren't they?! It's actually super embarrassing to think this was my first DC fic, because, again, self indulgent trash. I'm honestly never ever ever gonna recommend anyone to read it, it's, well, embarrassing!!! I hope no one who knows me in real life ever touches it, they would immediately know which situation made me write it and I would just combust with embarrassment on the spot. Ugh. I've thought about orphaning it because, again, super personal and super embarrassing!!! But it's also kind of close to my heart? So I don't think I could just throw it away ever.

Night Habits:

Summary: Damian has a nightmare and goes to Dick's room to feel better. It's not the same as before. (Talon!Dick Grayson series)

Thoughts: This is another fic that was surprisingly popular!! I was thinking of writing a talon!dick story for a while now, and one day I just sit and wrote this. Again, Dick and Damian's relationship is SO precious to me, so of fucking course I did it about that. To be honest I feel this story is lacking because it lacks any context whatsoever, it's a problem I've noticed with all that series, it's just cute or sad moments without much context. But then again, it's fanfiction, and I learned a while ago to stop worrying whether something I post is good or not. Personal enjoyment > Quality.

Grappling Hook:

Summary: Little Dick Grayson goes missing soon after he moved to the manor. Bruce finds him sleeping in the cave as a grappling hook. (Shifters AU series)

Thoughts: Oh man. Listen, one day I just thought “Hey, I wanna see a soul eater AU of the batfam.” Then I looked and looked… And there wasn't any!! Can you believe it?! So I started to think of my own, not really knowing if it would be a comic or an ask blog or a fanfic. 

Soon it became more of a soul-eater-inspired thing than something actually related to soul eater, because honestly the only thing I really wanted was an au where everything was the same except people turned into objects. I shared the idea with a friend and we started to brainstorm worldbuilding and headcanons. One of those headcanons was that one day Dick just sorta disappeared and Bruce found him as an object sleeping somewhere. I'm not sure why I wrote this first? But I guess I had to start the series somehow and people liked it. So, yay.

Bo Staff:

Summary: Tim turns into an object for the first time. And then accidentally gets locked in a closet. (Shifters AU series)

Thoughts: My fingers puked this fic THE MOMENT I finished Grappling Hook. Listen, at that point I had been around 6 months without classes and bored out of my mind so, can you blame me? A ton of the following fics also happened DAYS after these, so, yeah, I guess I just really needed something to do, the following weeks were just insanely productive for me.

I like the contrast this fic creates with Dick's. Overall, I think it's ok. I'm not sure if I want to subscribe to the portrayal of Tim's parents here? I like the idea that they care but just are too absorbed on their work to actually notice the kid exists, but I think here they came off as downright hateful. Oh well, I can blame it to it being from Tim's POV I guess. Unreliable narrator and what not. I also think I didn't make it as angsty as I wanted it to be, but most people said it was still pretty sad, so, I guess that's ok.

How (not) to cope when your brother is turned into a zombie that might or might not still be him:

Summary: Tim realizes he's (just maybe) been fucking up a little bit. (Talon!Dick Grayson series)

Thoughts: Oh, this thing. I liked how this thing turned out! I don't 100% like my portray of Talon!Dick on this series. I wanted to make it kind of like Rei in the evangelion movies after she becomes an empty doll, but, like, not so drastic? But idk man, I just have seen way more interesting portrayals of Talon!Dick before so maybe that's why I feel like it's lacking. 

I really enjoyed writing this one fic tho, there are some scenes I really enjoyed writing in here, like when Tim got kicked out of his team for an university project hahaha. Also this was my first time writing a nightmare and it made me realize my deep love for writing dream sequences. Since then I'm trying to restrain myself from adding a dream to every single one of my stories, since I feel it's more powerful with moderation, but believe me when I say the tentation is there…. Hm. Maybe I could write something that's nothing but compilations of characters dreams???? Sure would be a cool character exploration exercise. Hm. Hmmmmmm… I might just have had an idea….

Training:

Summary: Jason asks Dick to help him training on being a shifter. (Shifters AU series)

Thoughts: This was a fun thing to write!!! I wasn't sure about writing young Jason, but it turned out alright, and overall I just had fun making this!!! I think I portrayed Dick and Jason's relationship well enough, maybe a bit more friendly than they were at the time, but fuck it, I liked this story.

Changzhou Comb:

Summary: Cassandra has a hard time forgetting old habits. (Shifters AU series) 

Thoughts: Oh man. This thing. This thing. Listen I didn't know Cass that well before writing this, I knew some about her and her backstory, but I wasn't really that interested in the character. However, I got this thing that makes me want to portray characters that aren't mine really well, so, naturally, I read every single one of her issues as Batgirl as preparation. Twice.

And. I. Loved it. I loved it so much!!! I loved her so SO much!!! She was such an amazing, endearing, interesting character!!!! Then I finally sit down, and started the story. And let me tell you I was SUPER worried this would turn out mediocre, I wanted to portray the character well but didn't think I could. But then, then something, I don't know what, but something possessed me and I just… Began writing. And it turned out amazing. This is one of my best fics to date. I'm super proud of this one and it's a shame it's the least popular story of this series.

Grandfather's Collection:

Summary: A funny cute little story from Damian's childhood: The first time he pets a cat! (Shifters AU series)

Thoughts: This fic was fun to write! It allowed me to show some stuff I wanted to show and it's always a treat to use an unreliable narrator. Also Damian as a tiny little kid excited because of a cat is a treasure. I guess I wish this had been a bit creepier??? But then again, it's hard to make anything truly creepy when your narrator is a tiny kid who's having the best day of his life.

Revolver:

Summary: Some time after coming back to life Jason discovers something's changed. (Shifters AU series)

Thoughts: I got conflicted feelings about this one. On one hand, I like how the narrator for Jason turned out, and I think the story is fine, it just feels… Idk, contrived? It does depart from canon by a lot (I'm sorry but I just love aus where Jason stays with Talia and Rah's for some time) and I worry Rah's motivations come off as, you know, kinda shallow??? He feels like a Disney villain. And I honestly like writing him like a Disney villain???? I know he's complex in canon and stuff but… Idk, I kind of really enjoy writing him as the embodiment of evil who can decide if you live or die in a whim, so I will probably keep writing him like that, even if it's ooc.

Engraving:

Summary: Tim asks Jason if he knows a good tattoo parlor. (Shifters AU series)

Thoughts: This one was fun!!! This was a bit of worldbuilding I wanted to show since I first invented this AU, and I think it turned out alright. I'm satisfied with Jason and Tim's interactions. I think including the conversations with Kon and Bart at the end was kind of forced maybe??? But fuck it!! It's fic!!! Personal enjoyment > Quality!

Sleepover:

Summary: Damian has a nightmare. Set during Dick's time as Batman. (Shifters AU series)

Thoughts: Hellooo again my love for writing weird ass dreams!! This fic was fun, and I like how it ended. From Damian's nightmare to Dick comforting him, it was nice. Just, a nice fic overall. I don’t have much else to add, just. I liked it, I had fun. I really like this one.

Tantrum:

Summary: Jason refuses to shift back, Bruce is out of his depth. (Shifters AU series)

Thoughts: Honestly this is bad. Just, a bad fic. I really wanted to write something with this general plot, but I don't know if I just wasn't inspired or what but at some point I just went “Ya know what, fuck it.” And rushed it, just, getting out of the way the list of things I wanted to include. Which is a shame cause the basic premise was good!!! I think I might rewrite it someday, I would like to actually write something good out of that plot. Hm.

Let's dance in my borrowed shoes tonight:

Summary: Dick is missing. Someone has to cover for him. (Talon!Dick Grayson series)

Thoughts: Another Cass fic, another idea I wasn't sure I could live up to, another amazing fic that turned out better than expected. I don't know why but Cass just awakens some poetic part of me I guess. It's funny, the more I write her, the more she starts to turn into my favorite character.

I like this one, a lot. Cass as Nightwing is super super cool, and I like how awkward and insecure she is with the whole thing. I really liked the whole watercolor thing too. I was practicing how to use watercolors around the time I wrote this, so you can bet that line came directly from that. I liked to describe the city as painting, I think it suits it. I just. Liked that part a lot.

Also you get a random girl trying to kiss Cass, so what’s not to love?!

Hight morning last minute visit:

Summary: Jason visits someone he hasn't seen in a while. (Talon!Dick Grayson series)

Thoughts: I had this idea for a while now, almost since the beginning of the series, a friend gave it to me and I wanted to write it but I wasn't sure how. I think this turned out alright, I liked my portrayal of Talon!Dick in this one for a change, and I really really liked adding that part where Jason admits he didn't actually kill anyone and tells the story of the kid.

Also, I had this idea for the happy birthday, and I even told my friend “I'm gonna end it in happy birthday Dick and it's gonna be super sad” and she was like “uhhh… Ok?” And I made sure the last line was a gut punch, and based on the reaction of everyone in the comments I succeeded!!!! It was important for me that the last line turned up the sad a lot, it was the whole point of the fic, so I'm glad I could make it work!!!!!

And by the way, the title isn’t a typo. I know how to write “high”. 

Training II: Teacher's teacher

Summary: Someone had to teach Dick how to be good at shifting before he was actually good at it. (Shifters AU series)

Thoughts: Oh man, this whole thing was basically just an info dump disguised as fluff. I needed to add some worldbuilding before moving to some stuff in this series so I used this to get it out of the way, I really hope it wasn't too confusing!!!

In general I liked this fic, I had a ton of fun writing it! I had this idea of Lois being an absolute beast in this AU and I'm happy I could finally show it off, even if I kind of feel she's a tiny itty bit out of character.

Also, there are tons of fics exploring Dick's relationship with Clark, but not so much with Lois. I wanted to make them closer in this AU than in canon and I like how their relationship was portrayed here…. Lois is just a ton of fun.

I also really like how when Lois talks about being a shifter her speech is exactly the opposite of what Dick tells Jason, just a fun detail that shows everything the characters say is just their perspective and everyone got a different opinion on how they see being a shifter, no one’s 100% right.

This was the last fic of 2018 and you got no fucking idea how hard it was to have it ready in time. I almost didn't include the last part because of lack of time, but!! At the end I was able to add everything I wanted to!!! And publish it in time!!!

Special fic

Syntax error.

Listen. Listen. This. This is a special one, that's why I'm talking about this apart from the others. Why is this fic a special one you ask? Oh, I don't know, maybe because I've bEEN WORKING AROUND EIGHT MONTHS ON THIS SHIT BEFORE EVEN PUBLISHING IT?!

Listen. Just. Just listen. I spent way too much time just plotting this story. Way too long. I spent hours just ranting about this to my friends. I made a fucking playlist for this thing. I spent days just figuring out what the chapters will be named. I spent HOURS. DAYS. Researching each character to write them properly, there are chapters I've written like four times for this shit.

Now, is this perfect? Hell no. Specially the first chapters are unpolished as hell and you know you're gonna find typos because I always miss at least one. But as far as I'm concerned this is the only thing I'm actually putting effort into. All the other fics? All the other fics and series I've talked about? Those are just projects to pass the time. Stuff I do when I'm bored. I love them, sure, but it's not like it took more than three hours to write any of them. They're fun stuff, they're entertainment, they're something to pass the time. I will write them between classes or when I'm bored and open drive in my phone and write them without much planning or care. They're just that. Fun

But this thing? This thing right here? Syntax error? That's my baby. That's my goddamn main project. This thing right here already stole hours of my goddamn life and it will only keep stealing more. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I honestly don't give a fuck how many people read this one, I'm past the point of caring. I have and will keep pouring tears, sweat and blood into this shit. This is something I actually care about. This. This is such a personal project guys…. I…. Love… This one…

So that's the retrospective of fics published on 2018!!!!

Man, that was fun, let's just hope 2019 is also a fun, productive year!!!!!

[coffee-n-some-cream]

The Space I Filled - Chapter 1: You Can’t Smoke Out Smoke

Tim had been gone for five years. Five years of never seeing his family and friends, five years of isolating himself from everyone he cared about, five years of dodging Bruce's, Kon's, Cass's, and Ra's attempts at finding him. Dodging everyone's attempts, really. It was exhausting.

Hopping from city to city, town to town, trying to find the most secluded, out of the way place before realizing it was hard to blend in in places like that. Holing up in crowded cities and getting low-end jobs so as to not draw attention. Reading the papers religiously to make sure that he knew where Bruce Wayne was at all times and staying the hell away from those places. That one day when he was on his way to work and he froze in his tracks when he saw Kon flying above the city, scanning the crowds, and he had to go leave right then without even packing any of his belongings.

Not forming any attachments with anybody in the hopes that nobody would file a missing person's report. Thinking up name after name after name and having to remember them and respond to them like they were actually his. Wondering if he was even Timothy Drake anymore, or if that was always a lie.

  Realizing that he felt empty and hollow, and that he couldn't handle living unless he was a vigilante. Forming a new alter ego, knowing that everything was okay because Batman had a Robin and that Robin didn't have to be him, and feeling alive for the first time in a year when he finally soared above the skyscrapers of his current city and saved the lives of its citizens. Knowing the difficulties of being a superhero without a Bruce Wayne budget. Getting shot in the chest and almost dying because he hadn't gotten his hands on some actual Kevlar yet, and having to pull the bullet out and sew it up himself without passing out because there was no Alfred in Lima, Peru.

After about three years, the searches for him dwindled down a bit, which Tim was grateful for, if not a little childishly disappointed in. Perhaps his family and friends had finally gotten the hint that he didn't want to be found. Or maybe they thought he was dead. Either way, it gave him more room to breathe, and he stayed in Lima for a while. Maybe too long.

Seeing one of Ra's ninja's searching the city and realizing that his new vigilante gig was getting a little public, and therefore having to fake his death and move to another city to start up again, because if Ra's found him then this all would have been for nothing.

It was Ra's he was running away from in the first place, trying to stay hidden long enough that Ra's leaves him alone. Gives up. Thinks he's dead. Until he actually is dead, perhaps, he didn't know. As long as Ra's couldn't get to him, then it was fine. The man was powerful, and he wanted something from Tim (Andrew, Juan, Brian, Andre, Akachi, Muhammad, Tina, Harry, Muhammad, Hunter, Mason, Muhammad, Han, Peter, etc., etc.), and Tim needed to get him off his back somehow. And if his family and friends knew where he was, then the Demon's Head would inevitably find out. So he made himself invisible, unfindable. And remained that way until he was sure it was safe to stop, or if it was never safe to stop, then he would never come out of hiding.

It hurt to think that, but it was simply the truth. He had committed himself to this, and he had to see it through. He was a danger to those around him, and he had to fix it. So he did.

*

Dick hadn't wanted to give up. Bruce hadn't wanted to give up. Alfred, Cass, Steph, Barbara, Jason, and even Damian hadn't wanted to give up. Kon had ranted to them about how he couldn't believe they were thinking of giving up. Bart had remained quietly disappointed. The Titans, who had long moved on and let another generation take over the tower, all fumed at them for even mentioning the idea of giving up. But Tim had disappeared three years ago. Nobody knew what had happened to him. They found his tracker, carved out of his skin, in an abandoned warehouse in Gotham. No other trace of him was left there. He had left Red Bird, he had left his suit, he had left all his gear. He hadn't taken any belongings with him. It was like he had just secretly hopped a plane with just the clothes on his back. Whenever Bruce or Oracle got a lead on him it was a dead-end.

"Who, Juan? Hasn't shown up at work for weeks, Señor. Had to hire someone else. He in some kind of trouble?"

"Muhammad didn't talk much. Never went to the company get-togethers. I think he left town about a month ago, because he quit and then I didn't see him at all after that. Sorry."

Apartments, practically gutted they were so clean, where he had supposedly stayed. Not even a trace of DNA left.

The closest anyone had gotten was when Superboy had searched for him in New Zealand. Kon could have sworn he saw him, smelled him, heard him, something. And after they made sure that he wasn't in the city or any of the surrounding cities, and that they couldn't find any of his names on a public transport list or on store or gas station records, or that they couldn't spot him in any security footage, they found his apartment.

When Dick had seen it, it was enough to make him cry. He had flown in for the search, and the apartment was the last chance they had. It didn't give them a single clue as to where he might have gone, but it was more than enough to tell him he had been there. Thai takeout was in the fridge, next to cans upon cans of energy drinks. A coffee maker sat on the counter, still full of about six cups of coffee. An unmade bed, a messy desk with a laptop, a closet full of jeans and sweaters and comfy shoes. Sweatpants, shorts, and a Superboy t-shirt. A fucking Superboy t-shirt. Piles of newspapers with the locations of Bruce Wayne for the past six months and where he was going to be circled in red. A Star Trek poster on the wall above the bed. A simple sweep had Tim's DNA and fingerprints coating the place. Dick had sat down on the floor, grabbed a shoe that was lying by the bed, and just stayed there for hours, soaking in the echoes of Tim's presence. Superboy had come in a bit later, frustrated from looking for his friend, and sat next to him in silence.

That was over two years ago. They hadn't gotten nearly that close since. Hell, they weren't even getting any leads. Maybe... maybe it was time to move on. Maybe it was time to accept that Tim was gone from their lives.

Jason stopped asking for updates. Alfred looked like he wanted to say something, but eventually he didn't mention Tim's name anymore. Damian was immersed in his career as Robin and in his schoolwork. Barbara hadn't gotten the "Possible Red Robin Lead" alert in months. Bruce was losing hope. Kon was losing faith. Mentioning him was like mentioning someone who died. There was talk of putting up a statue in the Hall of Justice, but nobody would hear of it.

The search was cold. His presence was no more than a memory. Everyone sort of just... gave up.

*

Tim had gone to Brazil because he remembered his parents speaking highly of it. The people, the sights, the culture! Enrapturing, they had called it. Tim looked at it and thought, ...Well, there's certainly a lot of crime. He found a place in Fortaleza, which was not only one of the largest cities, but had a high crime index. He bought an apartment to hole up in and started a job as a bartender before putting together a new suit and superhero name, something discreet. He took the time to get some Kevlar, half-decent weaponry, and fell into a routine of eat, sleep, work, kick ass, repeat. He thought he was doing an okay job this time around.

Then one day he came across a kid. She was wandering around on rooftops taking pictures with her phone. Taking pictures of him, as luck would have it.

He noticed her while he was fighting off some muggers one night. She was sitting on a rooftop, and the slight snap of a shutter caught his already somewhat occupied attention. He glanced up and saw a small head peaking over the small rise at the edge of the roof, along with the top of a phone, which just kept snapping pictures.

That would not do, not at all. Not when he was trying to maintain a low profile. Had he really gotten noticeable enough that a kid was stalking him? Would he have to move again? After the muggers were taken care of (a few broken ribs, lost teeth, and a concussion. Overkill, perhaps, but he was tired), he vanished into the shadows of the night and watched as the girl looked around in confusion, trying to find him.

She gave up after a bit and tucked her phone into her pocket, leaping onto a nearby roof and making her way south. Seemingly following the route he usually takes through the city. Well damn. She'd been following him for a while, then. He tailed her as she made her way through the city, thinking to himself that if she became a problem, he would have to move again. And he really didn't want to do that.

AO3

[awhitehead17]

Not Everything Is Black and White

TimKon, Soulmates AU, General rating.

Summary: In this world you see everything as shades of black and white until you find your soul mate and then everything turns to colour.

Based off this writing prompt. Also posted on A03

Enjoy :D

He knew instantly that he found his soulmate.

It’s hard not to know as everything around you suddenly begins to bleed into colours that you only ever heard some people try to describe. It is memorizing. In this world you see everything as shades of black and white until you find your soul mate, then everything turns to colour. Some people are fortunate enough to find their soul mates at a young age, some aren’t nearly as lucky and spend their whole life living in black and white. However, if you do find your soul mate and they then die your world returns to black and white.

Tim found his at the age of 14. His soulmate was the hot headed Superboy. He didn’t know how to feel about that, it was a mix of emotions between confused and angry, sad and happy, disbelief and hopefulness. At the time he chose not to pay much attention to it, deciding that he’ll analyse it another day and chose to pay attention to all the magnificent colours around him instead.

Throughout the years he and Superboy grew closer and it became a lot clearer on why they were in fact soul mates. They soon became the closet of friends and were inseparable. After a couple of years of being Titan’s and best friends they finally got together and became a couple.

The first year of them dating was the happiest time of Tim’s life. It made up for his lack of childhood, the lack of love and affection, it made him forget about the hard times of his mother’s death and his father’s murder. He was happy and Kon was happy, that’s all that mattered. He was surrounded by friends and family, life full of colour and even hope that no matter what the world threw at him he could get through because he had his boyfriend by his side.

It then all changed.

What makes it worse that there wasn’t a single thing Tim could have done to prevent his soul mate’s death. While he was fighting in another part of the world Kon was battling it out against Superboy Prime at the North Pole. He knew the exact moment when Conner died and it shattered his heart. One minute everything was bright and colourful and the next it all started to dim down until it was all black and white.

When he arrived at the North Pole he saw Cassie crying over his boyfriend’s limp body and some of the League around looking grim. He ran up and dropped to his knees in despair as he cradled Kon’s body close to him. As all the colours bled from his vision so did his soul.

Having to leave Conner’s body was hard but he joined the other heroes in one final battle to save the world. They were victorious but there seemed so little to celebrate. Tim’s soul mate was gone, and so were the colours of the world.

It was a year or two later that everything changed once again. Tim had endured a lot during that time. Some good but most was bad. It happened when he was in Paris in his search for Bruce. He was riding along on his bike when suddenly colour started to seep into his vision. He didn’t even pay attention to it at first just because he was entirely focused on catching the bad guy he was chasing.

It only sunk in what the colours in his vision meant when he was stood in next to Conner after catching that bad guy and away from any crowds and any prying eyes. Tim stared and stared at his supposedly dead boyfriend for a long time trying to decide whether what he was looking at was real or not. But then in his mind he argued against himself that the world wouldn’t be colourful if it wasn’t real.

After that, in a matter of seconds Tim launched himself into Conner’s arms and then he found himself in that all too familiar embrace that he missed so much.

“I missed – you’re alive – but how- why – you…” Tim couldn’t even form a sentence to how he was feeling, his thoughts being in a complete jumbled mess.

Conner just shushes him and holds him tighter. “It’s okay Tim, buddy. I’m here. I’m back and I’m not going anywhere.”

Tim pulls back just enough to look up at Conner’s face and cups it with his hands. Enjoying the familiar feel skin and bone structure under his hands. He takes the moment to look at Conner’s face, it’s the exact same as before, just like he remembered it, the only difference being that his hair is a little bit longer than before, but Tim quickly decides that he likes it.

He looks up into Kon’s eyes and holds the other’s gaze. “Promise?”

Conner smiles softly, his eyes sparkling. “Promise.”

Tim wastes no more time as he pulls Kon’s head down for a kiss. He’s missed this so much, the feel of those lips against his. He’s not sure how long they stay like that kissing one another but when they pull away from each other they’re breathing heavily.

“I missed you.” Tim finally gets out as he wraps his arms once again around Conner’s neck. Tim then feels Kon’s arms wrap around his body in return.

“I missed you too.”