#trans tim drake

[nerdpoe]

Danny, upon realizing that ecto can be used to shape his body per how he perceives it, is very quick to invent a small handheld device that can manipulate that and turn it on others.

Then he opens up shop on the internet.

If someone puts in their info and name, and a place to meet them, he'll use his powers and tour the world to visit them.

And then use modified ecto to help them shapeshift their body to their desired gender.

That's right.

For the small price of like, whatever is in someone's pocket (gum, a weird penny, maybe a fastfood run on the way to the meet location), the hero Phantom is offering free transition shapeshifting. No surgery, no pain, no drugs.

Possible side effects include levitation, seeing the dead, hiccup(ing fire), speaking Ghostspeak, possible claws and fangs, glowing eyes, super strength, super speed, sonic blasts from mouth, pointed ears, electronic interference, and being hunted by a government entity.

All side effects except the claws, fangs, pointed ears, glowing eyes, and being hunted by a government entity will disappear after two weeks.

Everyone but Danny is surprised by how many Trans people find this a steal of a deal.

Hunted by the government? Pffffff. Just a fuckin Tuesday then.

Tim Drake-Wayne, Alysia Yeoh, and Cullen Row agree to meet up with this guy to see if he's legitimate. No other reason. No sir. Not at all.

(They all get their gender affirming Shapeshift and are very fucking pleased that there will be no more shots in the future for any of them)

[leoleolovesdc]

OMGOMGOMG

Picture that:

Transfem Tim AU where before she realized she a girl Cass kind of already knew it, and after Tim and her were both adopted they talk about it and the following interaction ensues:

Cass: You are little sister now?

Tim: I- Yeah, that makes us siblings, but— Uh. Cass, you know I’m a guy, right?

Cass:

Cass: No.

And she just fucking leaves.

Three years later Tim hits the dinner table with a “I gotta tell you something” and Cass just replies with “Called it” and takes five bucks from Jason

[arianna-creates]

Thinking about hobbies, how they can last longer than relationships, how they can help you heal, grow as a person

Thinking about how lonely these three felt in their childhoods, how they found their escape in pictures/books/artwork

Sorry Dick, Cass, Duke, you ain't in this one

[nicomoon69]

trans guy bernard overcompensating on the cishet dude bro act so he doesn’t get clocked as trans. it works so well not even fellow stealth trans guy tim finds out

the only negative side effect is that while everyone sees bernard as a guy, they think he has a small dick which bruises his ego

later when bernard meets tim again he will casually drop the ‘I’m trans bomb’ (he’s been out and proud for a while at that point) and tim will be like “omg no way… me too”

[goddessofbees3600]

I might draw Tim a lot... Oh well!

[aster-draws]

(Comes back from a 3 year hiatus with a new hyperfixation)

He’s MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT WAR CRIMINAL and I GET TO DECIDE IF HE’S TRANSGENDER

Anyways t4t dead tired is something that can just be so personal

[kkryboygayman]

i like to entertain the thought that all the batsons are trans except damian

bruce is so used to raising his three trans sons that he forgets that damian is cis. he goes to do some fatherly rant and goes "wait oh shit nevermind. you're not built like that." and damian is just ???

everyone thinks it's hilarious and it is.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Tim Drake Core(He's the rat)

[jasontoddssuper]

GOTH TIM REAL

HE'S JUST A SPOOKY LIL GUY

[nana-mizu-shiki]

"Yeah," Tim agreed. "What about the gay babies?"

No Angst in this fic like the ones I usually post!!

[pekejscatbed]

Leather Jackets and Painkillers | Jason Todd & Tim Drake

Info/Warnings:

Tim Drake-centric, Trans Tim Drake, Menstruation, Tim is on his period and in PAIN, Jason takes care of him, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Tim Drake is Red Robin. Jason Todd is Red Hood, Trans character written by trans author 

batman masterlist

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Red Robin is in the middle of tying up a pair of thugs when a particularly bad cramp hits, twisting his insides like a blender and stabbing his gut with the viciousness of Damian with his katana; he grits his teeth, willing the pain to go away, and works his nimble fingers around the cord to finish off the knot.

With the criminals now taken care of, Red Robin taps the comm link in his ear, "O, I got two thugs tied up here."

"On it, Red. Alerting police now." Oracle responds after getting the location.

Red taps his ear once more, effectively shutting off their communication, then grapples to the top of a nearby building to wait for the police just in case the goons escape, or someone comes along to cut them free. While waiting, another cramp has Red clutching at his stomach and he has to sit down on the building's roof to stop himself from swaying on his feet and falling over the edge. He groans, cursing to himself as waves of pain wash over him, and his vision flutters before he realizes what's about to happen- fuck.

Suddenly, Red Robin falls to his side, vision black as excruciating pain grabs ahold of his consciousness and knocks him out.

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Red Hood is out on patrol, surveying his territory for trouble and shooting (rubber) bullets at anyone who provides it, when he notices the collapsed figure a few buildings away, just on the outside of his territory; when he gets closer, he realizes who that figure is, red chest piece and black sleeves and leggings giving it away before Hood even sees the yellow bird head in the middle of the figures chest: Red Robin.

Muttering curses to himself, The Hood bends over and picks the other up, throwing the smaller male over his broad shoulder. With Red Robin hanging over his shoulder, Hood's arm around his thighs to keep him from slipping, Hood turns in the direction of his nearest safe house.

About halfway to his hideout, Red Hood smells the metallic odor of blood thanks to the absence of his helmet, only wearing his domino mask tonight, before he feels a wetness against his shoulder, and he curses once more. "If you got blood on my goddamn leather jacket..."

He grumbles to himself, moving faster now, obviously so he can clean his jacket sooner and definitely not because he's worried that his (brother) replacement is injured.

The pair arrive at the safe house without incident, and Hood is quick to lay Red Robin on the couch that Hood himself has laid injured on many times before. He begins to strip Red of his suit, of his crime fighting persona, starting with the mask, turning Red Robin back into Tim Drake. The cape comes off next, then the chest piece, and so on.

Tim is down to his underwear when Jason realizes the other has no injures- scratch that- no open wounds, because in this line of work? One is always injured in one way or another, Tim is no exception, but none of the youngers current injuries are bleeding, and that confuses Jason. He looks down at his jacket, which definitely has blood on the shoulder, and at his hands, that are sticky with crimson; he then goes through the difference pieces of Tim's uniform, searching for blood, when he comes across the wet spot at the crotch of his leggings- his hands pull away covered with blood, and of course he didn't see it, because Tim's leggings are black and so are his underwear, but that means-

Jason looks at Tim's chest, where identical crescent scars shape his chest, and he remembers the gender marker on Tim's file when Jason first found out he'd been replaced as Robin and went snooping, and how the F was crossed out with a M next to it, and-

Tim is on his fucking period.

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Tim wakes up in a bed he doesn't recognize, in a room he doesn't recognize, and he's not in uniform even though he remembers that being the last thing he wore, instead dressed in an oversized pair of black sweatpants and a red hoodie that engulfs the whole upper half of his body, and he knows he's seen this hoodie before...

There's a nightstand to the right of the bed with a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water on the surface, as well as a bottled sports drink from Tim's go-to brand. In front of the nightstand are two plastic grocery bags from a corner store native to Gotham, one filled with a variety of Tim's favorite snacks and different brands of chocolate, the other filled with pads and tampons in a multitude of sizes-

Tim slips out of the bed and quietly opens the drawers of the nightstand, snooping around for anything to tell him where he is and who lives here. The first drawer contains medical equipment, bandages and gauze and hydrogen-peroxide, etcetera. The second drawer is half filled with shirts and half filled with pants, though under the clothes lies a pocketknife and picture of... Alfred and teenage Jason?!

Tim sighs, now knowing who brought him here and where he is, or where he thinks he must be: one of Jason's hideouts. Still, that doesn't mean he's safe, as Jason has hurt him before- what if this is all just a trick, a trap? Tim slowly opens the bedroom door and tip-toes his way out of the room and around the corner, where he sees a uniform free Jason hunched over on the couch, wearing grey sweatpants and a green t-shirt and scrubbing at what looks like a leather jacket.

Jason doesn't look up as he sighs, "You owe me a new jacket, pretender."

"And I owe you a new jacket because?" Tim raises an eyebrow as he walks fully into the room, stopping a few steps away from the couch.

"Because," Jason emphasizes the word as he looks at Tim, throwing the jacket at the other, "you got blood on it."

Tim looks at the stain on the jackets shoulder.

"You do know I found you passed out on a rooftop, yeah?" Tim doesn't answer, throwing the jacket back. "What happened?"

Tim scoffs. "I think you know, considering the bags you left by the bed."

"If you're in enough pain to pass out on a fucking roof, then you shouldn't be out there in the first place."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Tim oh so cleverly fires back as another rush of pain hits him full force, and he stumbles for a second before catching himself.

"You didn't take the painkillers." Jason rolls his eyes as he stands, letting his jacket fall to the couch, and he grabs Tim's arm, dragging him back to the bedroom. "Come on."

"Let me go, asshole!" He tries to fight back, but he's in too much pain, though he's brought some comfort when he's pushed to the bed and a blanket is thrown over him, and he stays quiet when Jason hands him two of the painkillers and the glass of water, taking them without protest. However, he does ask, "Why are you doing this?"

It's now Jason's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Why are you being nice to me? Don't you care that I'm..." Tim's voice trails off.

"I don't. It's none of my businesses." Jason shrugs, picking up the bag of pads and tampons from the floor and dropping them next to Tim on the bed. "You might wanna use these. I didn't... I didn't think you'd be comfortable with me going that far, so I just put you in my sweats. You can put on something else if you bled through. Bottom drawer."

Jason walks out of the room before giving Tim any time to respond, and Tim just stares for a minute, what the fuck on the tip of his tongue, before he takes Jason's advice and grabs the bag, making his way towards the bathroom.

[caffeinatedhobbit]

so glad we can all be in agreement here.

[oneshotprincess]

Title: heirloom

Rating: G

Pairing: Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne

Summary:

Tim considers the necklace in Bruce's hands, before narrowing his eyes. “This is for a girl,” he says flatly, and Bruce tries not to wince. Yes it is, but doesn’t Tim–? Has he misjudged the situation after all?

Useless words try to escape his mouth–‘It’s okay to be a girl, you know’ fighting with ‘Well, boys can wear pendants, too.’ None of them feel right and probably none of them are helpful.

“It was my mother’s,” Bruce says instead. “She didn’t wear it often but…I thought you might like to have it.”

Or, Bruce notices a few things about his new Robin and tries to help in his own way.

[arianna-creates]

Re-using old prompts and dialogue in order to track my progress 🤝

[nicomoon69]

I think that despite Tim being rich asf Bernard refuses to let Tim pay for big things and believes in getting the money himself

that is until the topic of top surgery came up and suddenly Bernard was there like “pay for my top surgery pretty please 🥺👉👈”

[goddessofbees3600]

So I absolutely love this royal consort AU and if anyone wants to make head cannons you are welcome too