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Tim Drake has juvenile arthritis.

It wasn’t all that surprising as most woman in his family got either when they were around 15 or around 40 or so, and a few men in his line had it too.

He assumed that his sore ankles and knees were from skating, thinking it was sprains and twisting that cause the occasional swelling and pain.

It got worse when he started as Robin but thinking Bruce we see it as a weakness and make him stop, he kept it to himself and altered his suit to have more support.

It word out fine for a while, he was able to manage it pretty well even as he didn’t have a proper diagnosis. He knew his families history and knew in the back of his mind that it was most likely JA but he refused to admit to having such a big thing to hold him back.

A few times on patrol some of his joints and even muscles would tense badly and he knew it was only a matter of time before Joe wrist locked while he was grappling but that didn’t stop him.

Unfortunately for him, Alfred himself had arthritis in his left hand due to damage he faced in combat that wasn’t treated properly and he noticed the sighs over time. The butler considered telling Bruce but spoke to Tim privately first and after the young man agreed to see a doctor for it properly if that Alfred wouldn’t say anything, he deemed it better to respect the others choice.

Until Tim lost his spleen and Alfred knew damn well that his immune system was going to give him more and more hell.

Alfred felt bad at first, not wanting to ruin the beautiful reunion, but after a couple of days of Bruce being back he spoke to the master of the house. He explained that Tim wasn’t keeping secrets from Bruce for any reason other than he wanted to be strong enough for his mentor and was afraid to admit a weakness.

Bruce was absolutely heartbroken. His time trapped away from his family had done two things, the first being that he became far more protective of his children and untrusting to everyone outside of it, even people he was okay with previously.

Secondly, he had a lot of time to reflect on how his own trauma responses had harmed his relationships. His anger, his paranoia, his fears, it all caused him to be less than adequate as a parent. He was a good mentor, but only in how he taught skill.

So, to learn that the entire time he was rather aggressively training a child with a chronic autoimmune disease that made his body a prison of tension, pain and inflamed joints. And that same child now was missing a spleen so his immune defences were effectively just suggestions for anything harmful to him.

He had gone straight to Tim and while he wanted to hold his child gently and cradle him, the sixteen-no, seventeen now- year old was clever and would notice him being careful with him straight away. Instead he move his arms to be around his sons torso and picked him up like that, brining a hand to cup the back of his heads and distantly hearing his custom made Martian Manhunter slippers fall to the ground.

Bruce was on the verge of putting his strategies in place to stop crying but he stopped himself and instead let his tears fall, “I-I won’t say I wouldn’t have done exactly what you thought I would, but I’m less of a fool now, Chum. Let me help you with your arthritis. Please, I beg you.”

Tim didn’t cry but he did let go.

He slummed into his dad’s arms and confessed that he was terrified. It was already so hard to live the life he did with such a disability, but to know that now he had to be extra careful when he had swelling and aches?

Bruce held him and to Tim’s surprise promised to make sure that Damian would understand that this doesn’t mean Tim will no longer be a vigilante, that he’d work to actually educate and help his blood son understand.

Tim had cried then, because while he still wanted to smack the kid around again, he knew that all Damian needed was for someone to teach him without it being ‘here’s what America’s like’ and more ‘here’s what the world is like when you aren’t an assassin’.

And the fact he was scared that Damian would use it against him was always present even fi he had managed to hide it from the child who figured out weaknesses quicker than chess masters figured out their first move.

Bruce had asked him if he was sore then and Tim had shyly revealed his angry looking knee. It was red and round and Tim shrugged and said it wasn’t too bad.

Bruce wanted to cry but instead he smiled at his son and thanked him more sincerely than he ever had before.

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Jason, talking to Tim with a mouth full of chilli dog: And it’s strange cause like, H.P. Lovecraft only really popularised eldritch horrors cause we’ve always sort of thought about them. Like, that’s why we have urban myths and gods and why some people think the moons alive-

Tim, without hesitation: well it is, so.

Jason: …

Tim, still eating his hotdog: nice lady, too.

Jason, mouth open with chewed up food close to falling out: … ???

Barbara, listening in from the clock tower: knew the moon was a woman, I just fucking knew it.

Jason: THATS WHAT YOUR FOCUSING- oh yeah no fair actually.

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The he while ‘you’re in trouble if you get called your full name’ but with Ra’s and all the Robins just know that if he doesn’t call you ‘detective’ you’re fucked

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Happy birthday Tim Drake!

I have covid.

This is somehow his fault.

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Oh you’re totally right and I did think that while writing this, which is why I tried to make a comment on Tim knowing they could handle it and that was their right to and he was invading. I was struggling to think of another reason for him to threatening killing and that was the main thing I could think of.

I try to put those racist character moments on writers more than the characters themselves but you are 100% correct. The most important example I know is the whole ‘Damian cut Tim’s line’, because I’m pretty sure Tim called him a savage in a very clearly racist way right before that.

But as a person with critical thinking skills I don’t wish to have racist characters, especially ones meant to be hero’s, even if it would make sense for a rich/wealthy white boy.

I’m sorry that I upset you and I promise to be more compassionate when making any post and to do better.

I’ll remove the racism aspect now as it’s uncalled for, I’m not sure how to get it to change in the reblogged but the original is different now. I am truely sorry.

Tim, who was at an event that had been planned for several months, was a little pissed if when he saw Dick and Damian with (quiet frankly basic) earpieces hidden away and very clearly scoping the place out.

Upon seeing him Dick stealthily handed him one so he could be keyed on, to which he learnt about a suspected mass hold up being planned by Two Face at the event and where there to see who was acting suspicious so they could get them out before hand.

Tim, who has security in disguise as guest like usual, pointed out who were his and only snapped at Bruce to be more organised when he said they had them as suspects before ripping out the earpiece and putting it in a champagne glass to be carried away.

He was rightfully pissed to not be in the know, especially with an event he was a co-planner in, but he also had to admit to himself that he had been ignoring Bruce a bit lately over a petty squabble and that pronoun didn’t help. Either way, he alerted his own security for the event and went back to work as Mr Drake.

The only reason he knew to go over to Dick and Damian when Mr Pintoll approached them was because he had already heard some of the man’s comments on his brothers.

Unsurprisingly, just as Tim came into hearing view of a clenched jawed Dick and unnaturally blanked face Damian, he heard Mr Pintoll say, “the complexion just don’t fit with a Wayne.”

Tim slapped a hard hand on Mr Pintolls shoulder just as both his brothers mouths opened. He knew full well the two could handle themself, as was their right, but he had been planning on… sorting out some things with Mr Pintoll and this was the perfect opening.

The man stumbled but grinned when he saw Tim, ready to start some conversation about stocks or whatever he fancied, so Tim quickly cut him off.

“Mr Pintoll! I see you’ve met my brothers! I’m glad you have really, because I had this strange hypothetical in my head that you might say something, oh I don’t know, needless and unimaginative. Not to mentioned racist.” He tacked the last bit on as if it was casual, even as he kept a big smile on his face and a put emphasise on the word hypothetical.

He watched as Mr Pintoll tensed and got a vein bulging in his neck as he grit his teeth.

Tim continued with uninterrupted eye contact, casual as ever with a smile, “Because, if this hypothetical were to happen, I would probably mention how we recently uncovered some of my stolen product. Medical tools, you see, as well as a rather detailed list of what they were used for.”

Tim watched with no small amount of satisfaction as Mr Pintolls eyes widened and he tended even further when Tim leaned forward to continue, “Including how you dragged your wife into a clinic to give her a husband stitch. Oh, and how your very pro-life self made her get an abortion.”

Just as the man was beginning to panic, Tim pulled away and and gave a happy smile.

“But! You’re a smart man, Mr Pintoll, so you would never make a racist comment about my brothers, let alone where I could hear.”

The man gave an awkward laugh and Tim let him before straightening out his shoulder sleeve and saying in a low voice, “It’s be bad if I heard. But, unlike Bruce who would come in with a flaming chariot and fifty reporters, I’d be far more comfortable with a more subtle discussion of such an offence.”

Just as Mr Pintoll was behind to relax, assume he was in the clear, Tim gave him a more serious look and spoke in a low voice, headless of his present brothers, “It wouldn’t take long for others to find out. What would you prefer, in this hypothetical, for Me, Bruce or the undead street rat to hear?”

It was a known fact for a lot of Gothamites that Ref Hood was Jason Todd, which everyone assuming he was vengeful to the Batman for not saving him and nothing else, and everyone thought he was a thoughtless zombie most of the time.

One that would kill men who showed their bigotry, or who brought such a thing along with violence towards children. Children like Damian, just fifteen.

Pintoll began to sweat visibly, whispering in a shaky voice, “Your treating me with-with being killed, if Batman were to know-“

Tim cut him off with a steely voice, “I’m not Batman. I’m Tim Drake and I don’t give a shit. And anyway, it would be too late for you, wouldn’t it?”

A silence found the four of them, the rest of the party carrying on with no awareness of the tension.

Tim wasn’t sure if anyone on the other end of the earpieces was saying anything but he found it hard to care.

Just as Pintoll went to reach for a glass as a waiter paced, Tim extended a hand and laid a single finger on his wrist. He smiled at the waiter and said, “Mr Pintoll is driving.” The waiter nodded and Tim added, “Home. Now.” With a sharp smile at Pintoll.

The man was shaking at that point and a woman in a tight red dress, with enough muscles to make Nightwing look average, came up behind him and linked her arms around one of his.

“This is Rhonda, she’ll make sure you make it to your car.” Tim said coolly, and with that he turned and walked off, he had a lot of social networking to do after all.

He would face consequences after he convinced Alice Whittle and Claire McAllen to donate six digits.

His security sorted Two-Faces men just fine, which was exactly why he hired woman only.

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Tim, who was at an event that had been planned for several months, was a little pissed if when he saw Dick and Damian with (quiet frankly basic) earpieces hidden away and very clearly scoping the place out.

Upon seeing him Dick stealthily handed him one so he could be keyed on, to which he learnt about a suspected mass hold up being planned by Two Face at the event and where there to see who was acting suspicious so they could get them out before hand.

Tim, who has security in disguise as guest like usual, pointed out who were his and only snapped at Bruce to be more organised when he said they had them as suspects before ripping out the earpiece and putting it in a champagne glass to be carried away.

He was rightfully pissed to not be in the know, especially with an event he was a co-planner in, but he also had to admit to himself that he had been ignoring Bruce a bit lately over a petty squabble and that pronoun didn’t help. Either way, he alerted his own security for the event and went back to work as Mr Drake.

The only reason he knew to go over to Dick and Damian when Mr Pintoll approached them was because he had already heard some of the man’s comments on his brothers.

Unsurprisingly, just as Tim came into hearing view of a clenched jawed Dick and unnaturally blanked face Damian, he heard Mr Pintoll say, “or maybe you’re all too busy playing cops and doctors. Have any of you actually finished school?”

Tim slapped a hard hand on Mr Pintolls shoulder just as both his brothers mouths opened. He knew full well the two could handle themself, as was their right, but he had been planning on… sorting out some things with Mr Pintoll and this was the perfect opening.

The man stumbled but grinned when he saw Tim, ready to start some conversation about stocks or whatever he fancied, so Tim quickly cut him off.

“Mr Pintoll! I see you’ve met my brothers! I’m glad you have really, because I had this strange hypothetical in my head that you might say something, oh I don’t know, needless and unimaginative. Not to mentioned plain wrong.” He tacked the last bit on as if it was casual, even as he kept a big smile on his face and a put emphasise on the word hypothetical.

He watched as Mr Pintoll tensed and got a vein bulging in his neck as he grit his teeth.

Tim continued with uninterrupted eye contact, casual as ever with a smile, “Because, if this hypothetical were to happen, I would probably mention how we recently uncovered some of my stolen product. Medical tools, you see, as well as a rather detailed list of what they were used for.”

Tim watched with no small amount of satisfaction as Mr Pintolls eyes widened and he tended even further when Tim leaned forward to continue, “Including how you dragged your wife into a clinic to give her a husband stitch. Oh, and how your very pro-life self made her get an abortion.”

Just as the man was beginning to panic, Tim pulled away and and gave a happy smile.

“But! You’re a smart man, Mr Pintoll, so you would never make a nasty comment about my brothers, let alone where I could hear.”

The man gave an awkward laugh and Tim let him before straightening out his shoulder sleeve and saying in a low voice, “It’s be bad if I heard. But, unlike Bruce who would come in with a flaming chariot and fifty reporters, I’d be far more comfortable with a more subtle discussion of such an offence.”

Just as Mr Pintoll was behind to relax, assume he was in the clear, Tim gave him a more serious look and spoke in a low voice, headless of his present brothers, “It wouldn’t take long for others to find out. What would you prefer, in this hypothetical, for Me, Bruce or the undead street rat to hear?”

It was a known fact for a lot of Gothamites that Ref Hood was Jason Todd, which everyone assuming he was vengeful to the Batman for not saving him and nothing else, and everyone thought he was a thoughtless zombie most of the time.

One that would kill men who showed their bigotry, or who brought such a thing along with violence towards children. Children like Damian, just fifteen.

Pintoll began to sweat visibly, whispering in a shaky voice, “Your treating me with-with being killed, if Batman were to know-“

Tim cut him off with a steely voice, “I’m not Batman. I’m Tim Drake and I don’t give a shit. And anyway, it would be too late for you, wouldn’t it?”

A silence found the four of them, the rest of the party carrying on with no awareness of the tension.

Tim wasn’t sure if anyone on the other end of the earpieces was saying anything but he found it hard to care.

Just as Pintoll went to reach for a glass as a waiter paced, Tim extended a hand and laid a single finger on his wrist. He smiled at the waiter and said, “Mr Pintoll is driving.” The waiter nodded and Tim added, “Home. Now.” With a sharp smile at Pintoll.

The man was shaking at that point and a woman in a tight red dress, with enough muscles to make Nightwing look average, came up behind him and linked her arms around one of his.

“This is Rhonda, she’ll make sure you make it to your car.” Tim said coolly, and with that he turned and walked off, he had a lot of social networking to do after all.

He would face consequences after he convinced Alice Whittle and Claire McAllen to donate six digits.

His security sorted Two-Faces men just fine, which was exactly why he hired woman only.

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Chat am I cooked

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Omg I’m so silly I’m fixing this right now ty lovely

On Tim’s nineteenth birthday he had a party with his friends and had chosen to celebrate it at a karaoke bar.

Kon, Cassie and Bart are there in civilian clothes and identities and so are Tim’s old school friends as well as come of his college’s kids, as well as Tam.

Everyone is having fun and while they have alcohol I drinks available, everyone is being mindful to not send it to hard due to Tim only just agreeing to drink before he’s legal.

Naturally, a few of them get competitive and Ives ends up becoming a judge for who wins in certain face offs.

It’s all fun and games until Kon points out that Tim had been spending most of the time taking photos of other people, though admittedly a fair amount are selfies, and insist on everyone watching Tim perform and filming it.

Tim, who’s used to having lots of eyes on him quickly goes from bashful to scheming and everyone gets the performance of their lives.

Tim wakes up with a mild hangover, (hes a good boy who made sure to drink water and eat a lot), and around a dozen missed calls from various family members. He feels out at first before he sees his latest text is from Stephanie saying ‘Handsome and rich and you can sing? Urg why did we break up again?’ She hadn’t been able to make it due to a break out but promised to make it up to him and she always did.

Attached is a link to a TikTok from an account he knows for a fact is one of his friends.

It’s him, standing on the stage with his big pink feather shall, black dress shirt open with glitter visible on his collar bones and a large jacket that defiantly isn’t his likely hanging over his arms. In the video Tim is swaying around happily, cheekily even, while singing ‘I Am A Good Girl’ by Christina Aguilera from Chicago and sauntering around as if he himself is playing her role.

Tim’s face isn’t all that flushed and part of him wishes that wasn’t the case if only because it shows he was sober enough to be fully aware of what he was doing, which is unfortunately true.

Tim is confident in his public appearance and knows how to handle any backlash, it’s the text from his family that are going to make him crawl into a hole and die.

Dick: Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, why are you at a club?

Dick: there better not have been alcohol

Dick: also, unimportant and totally not the most important thing, WHY DIDNT YOU INVITE ME 😭

Damian: You look like a fool, Drake. Alfred has been muttering about Father being a bad influence and is threatening my to kick him out.

Damian: I cannot be sure, but I belive I heard Alfred say ‘your playboy ways better not be swaying that boy to be a nuance like you, young man’.

Damian: Fix this.

Stephanie: ‘why you in the club with people wildin’

Stephanie: get it

Stephanie: like the Meghan the Stallion song?

Jason: why the fuck are you at a club

Jason: don’t think I didn’t see that vodka raspberry in your hand

Jason: answer me you little shit

Jason: I swear to go if you were in crime ally I will loose it

Duke: dude Bruce has such a big worry frown I think I heard a muscle snap

Duke: you’re a really good singer though

Duke: good song choice for a rich brat lol

Duke: that was meaner than I meant for it be sorry!

Duke: still true tho

Cass: drink lots of water and I’ll bring you bat burger in the afternoon xx

Bruce: I’m not angry, you haven’t done anything wrong, but did you have to sing a song about being a rich girl when people complain about us being out of touch enough as it is?

Bruce: I’m not mad though.

Bruce: have you drunk water?

Bruce: also did I see Conner Kent there?

Bruce; why was he there.

Bruce: does he understand the dangers of drinking as a Kryptonian?

Bruce: again, I’m not mad at you, just concerned.

Bruce: I’m mean in a little mad but not because Alfred is yelling at me.

Bruce: you know the Brucie Wayne persona was a farce, I have no doubt about that, but that doesn’t mean you need one.

Bruce: not that you can’t have a good time!

Bruce: please answer Dick is yelling at me now too

Damian: Grayson is now yelling at Father.

Damian: He has called him a whore but I believe that had nothing to do with your provocative dancing. I think he just wants to call father a whore.

Jason: I found the bar.

Bart: heyheyheyheyheyhey! Barry said to warn you that Bruce is making everyone do a course on teaching your kids to be alcohol safe and that even the ones who aren’t parents have to do it too lollolololololol

Jason: I was going to get do something but the woman owning it kept talking about how nice you all were so I feel bad

Dick: I mean you didn’t have to invite me I know it’d be weird to have a 27 year old there but that’s not that old!

Alfred: I shall be around shortly with adequate food. Be ready.

Tim was in for it that was for sure, especially when he saw ‘Tim Drake’ and ‘Thristtrap’ trending.

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On Tim’s nineteenth birthday he had a party with his friends and had chosen to celebrate it at a karaoke bar.

Kon, Cassie and Bart are there in civilian clothes and identities and so are Tim’s old school friends as well as come of his college’s kids, as well as Tam.

Everyone is having fun and while they have alcohol I drinks available, everyone is being mindful to not send it to hard due to Tim only just agreeing to drink before he’s legal.

Naturally, a few of them get competitive and Ives ends up becoming a judge for who wins in certain face offs.

It’s all fun and games until Kon points out that Tim had been spending most of the time taking photos of other people, though admittedly a fair amount are selfies, and insist on everyone watching Tim perform and filming it.

Tim, who’s used to having lots of eyes on him quickly goes from bashful to scheming and everyone gets the performance of their lives.

Tim wakes up with a mild hangover, (hes a good boy who made sure to drink water and eat a lot), and around a dozen missed calls from various family members. He feels out at first before he sees his latest text is from Stephanie saying ‘Handsome and rich and you can sing? Urg why did we break up again?’ She hadn’t been able to make it due to a break out but promised to make it up to him and she always did.

Attached is a link to a TikTok from an account he knows for a fact is one of his friends.

It’s him, standing on the stage with his big pink feather shall, black dress shirt open with glitter visible on his collar bones and a large jacket that defiantly isn’t his likely hanging over his arms. In the video Tim is swaying around happily, cheekily even, while singing ‘I Am A Good Girl’ by Christina Aguilera from Burlesque and sauntering around as if he himself is playing her role.

Tim’s face isn’t all that flushed and part of him wishes that wasn’t the case if only because it shows he was sober enough to be fully aware of what he was doing, which is unfortunately true.

Tim is confident in his public appearance and knows how to handle any backlash, it’s the text from his family that are going to make him crawl into a hole and die.

Dick: Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, why are you at a club?

Dick: there better not have been alcohol

Dick: also, unimportant and totally not the most important thing, WHY DIDNT YOU INVITE ME 😭

Damian: You look like a fool, Drake. Alfred has been muttering about Father being a bad influence and is threatening my to kick him out.

Damian: I cannot be sure, but I belive I heard Alfred say ‘your playboy ways better not be swaying that boy to be a nuance like you, young man’.

Damian: Fix this.

Stephanie: ‘why you in the club with people wildin’

Stephanie: get it

Stephanie: like the Meghan the Stallion song?

Jason: why the fuck are you at a club

Jason: don’t think I didn’t see that vodka raspberry in your hand

Jason: answer me you little shit

Jason: I swear to go if you were in crime ally I will loose it

Duke: dude Bruce has such a big worry frown I think I heard a muscle snap

Duke: you’re a really good singer though

Duke: good song choice for a rich brat lol

Duke: that was meaner than I meant for it be sorry!

Duke: still true tho

Cass: drink lots of water and I’ll bring you bat burger in the afternoon xx

Bruce: I’m not angry, you haven’t done anything wrong, but did you have to sing a song about being a rich girl when people complain about us being out of touch enough as it is?

Bruce: I’m not mad though.

Bruce: have you drunk water?

Bruce: also did I see Conner Kent there?

Bruce; why was he there.

Bruce: does he understand the dangers of drinking as a Kryptonian?

Bruce: again, I’m not mad at you, just concerned.

Bruce: I’m mean in a little mad but not because Alfred is yelling at me.

Bruce: you know the Brucie Wayne persona was a farce, I have no doubt about that, but that doesn’t mean you need one.

Bruce: not that you can’t have a good time!

Bruce: please answer Dick is yelling at me now too

Damian: Grayson is now yelling at Father.

Damian: He has called him a whore but I believe that had nothing to do with your provocative dancing. I think he just wants to call father a whore.

Jason: I found the bar.

Bart: heyheyheyheyheyhey! Barry said to warn you that Bruce is making everyone do a course on teaching your kids to be alcohol safe and that even the ones who aren’t parents have to do it too lollolololololol

Jason: I was going to get do something but the woman owning it kept talking about how nice you all were so I feel bad

Dick: I mean you didn’t have to invite me I know it’d be weird to have a 27 year old there but that’s not that old!

Alfred: I shall be around shortly with adequate food. Be ready.

Tim was in for it that was for sure, especially when he saw ‘Tim Drake’ and ‘Thristtrap’ trending.

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Tim Drake in Fortnite so I’m breaking my seven year old vow to never play it

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Had a dream about a proper OG Young Justice animated series that had Tim, Kon, Greta, Cassie, Bart and Cissie. I think even Amethyst and the Green Lantern girl (Keli I’m pretty sure) was there and it was so good. Kon had a whole arch about being an asshole and needing to tone it down and he revealed he had been secretly helping regime stray cats.

There was also the cowboy chick but I don’t remember her name I’m sorryyyy

Everyone was so good and then I woke up and I thought it was real and I went to search for it before it realised and I am genuinely so upset.

Why does DC have to hate them all they are my babies pleaseeeeeee

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I love Tim who sleeps around, who’s a serial dater and borderline womaniser while also giving many men identity crisis’s from his flirting.

I also really like OG Tim who’s lowkey a puritan in how awkward and special he is with sex.

This man may have been stalking Batman but he was a Good Boy and while not bullied for being a nerd or ‘looser’, he was definitely outcasted in some ways because he was literally a narc. He dobbed like a little catholic boy in a public school, rushed alcohol and wouldn’t sleep with Steph when she asked.

In my mind he either had to be the biggest (but respectful) sleeve or a chronic virgin more focused on his friends than all that.

(Maybe even Ace in a ‘it’s just not something I need or think about’ kinda way)

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Everyone knows that when Damian is angry at you he will tell you without words, either by stealing your gear and making you search for it or by cutting your line.

Recently Tim pissed Damian off by knocking over some of his paint when getting his pen back from the you gets room and so far nothing had happened.

He still had all his gear, he hasn’t had his line cut.

Hell, even Dick got his line cut again and Tim isn’t even sure why. Dick got upset cause he didn’t know either and, as usual, the two talked it out.

But Tim manages to do a second thing to support Damian and he once again faces no backlash. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not going out of his way to annoy the other when they’ve been so civil for so long, but it’s weird.

It’s also throwing everyone off and eventually Bruce talks to Damian privately and comes back with a red eyed Damian an hour later.

Tim is confused and now genuinly concerned, because he’s an over thinker and this surely means he’s done something to upset Damian or hurt him badly. Or maybe even someone else has?

Tim isn’t sure which is worse.

But then Bruce says, “Tim, Damian would like to show you something upstairs.”

A little slow to respond, Tim almost asks for more information before deciding it’s better to just nod and move.

Dick and Cass are watching but say nothing, putting faith in Bruce seen as the older man has gotten a lot better with emotional support and regulation.

Tim follows a quiet, not ninja-quiet but tired-quiet, Damian up into the manner and into his room.

Damian shuffles around for a moment before getting a turned around canvas and standing in front of Tim with more anxiety then he thought was possible in the young fighters frame. Damian is getting taller, even five years younger than Tim he’s the same height and not done with highschool.

Tim, more unsure than when he was at his first gala, takes a seat on the foot of his brothers bed and offers an encouraging nod.

With a heavy inhale the younger turns the canvas around and reveals a beautiful artwork.

A pale hand holds a deep red rose with careful fingers, only one of the thorns cutting into their thumb and no where else.

A darker hand, sun kissed through generations, holds onto the bottom do the stem and is bleeding heavily. The rose is cutting into their skin, the grip too tight and you can even see how the knuckles go white from the effort of the hold.

There is a beam of light, warm and yellow, cutting through the middle and a second roses on the other side, identical to the other.

This time the pale white hand is not really touching the rose at all, but instead pulling out the thorns. One rest in the gap between a forefinger and thumb, a bead of blood dripping where the point stabs inward.

The bronze golden hand has stopped holding on so tight and instead trying to copy the other as it was above, still with a whole grip but the tension is gone and it’s not bleeding as much.

Tim is a detective though he’s not as skilled with deducting artworks, but this one is clear.

The rose is the Robin mantle, Tim knew how to ah foe it in a literal sense, while Damian came in too harsh.

And the other… Tim is learning to take away the things that truely make Robin to hard for them, for Damian and Maps and even those who aren’t Robin anymore, and Damian is…

It could be that he’s trying to learn from Tim but that… that can’t be right.

Tim, feeling an odd little turning in his stomach, looks up to Damian only to find the other staring at him like he does when he feels the need to catalog every little reaction from someone. It’s clear this is important to him, so much so it’s been on his mind for at least a week and talked to Bruce about it, and Tim can’t stand the idea of messing this up.

So, looking at the painting and appreciating how much effort it must have taken him both mentally and time wise, Tim ask in a careful tone, “The rose is Robin?”

Damian nods.

Nodding as well, Tim gives a curious look and holds his hands at his sides to show his openness. “As I understand this, without your input… I knew how to handle Robin when you came here, you did as well but not without pain?”

Another nod, slower and now with less eye contact.

“Okay. And the second one means that, I’m trying to remove some of the things that make it hard? Or painful even?”

A shaky inhale before a more confident nod.

“And… you are getting trying to hold the rose- the mantle- more carefully and… copy… me…?”

Damian huffs a little and looks away before he speaks, “Not copy you, but learn from you. I know how to be Robin and I am good at it, I’ve just got some things that… I want to learn.”

Tim nods and offers a nod to say ‘go on’.

“I don’t need help fighting or with medical training, or with assuring victims even though that was… something I struggled with for a while.”

Tim nods subconsciously, because he did struggle with that for a while, it was own do the reasons he didn’t think Damian should be Robin but then the little brat went and got better at it. He struggles with adults, still thinking they should just be smarter, but the way he helps people who are younger or have more struggle to bare, it’s incredible. His patience and compassion still surprises Tim some days.

Damian goes on once he sees that Tim is going to comment, “It more… the weight. I’m finding it hard to shut out the reminders of when I’ve failed, when I couldn’t save someone or just when I should have done better. I don’t know how to get it to stop but you… you always keep going and you don’t let it consume you. I… help me understand how.”

The smile that comes across Tim’s face is the most genuine one he has ever given Damian, or even had in his presence.

He looks at the painting again, taking in the careful strokes and details and nods, “Okay. Thank you for… for trusting me and for showing me your art.”

Because Damian might have paintings up in the manner but only the generic ones of pets and landscapes, the ones that have a part of him in them stay hidden.

Damian relaxes greatly at this and Tim presses a hand to his heart before extending it out, “We’ll only do what you’re comfortable with and at your pace. You want my first bit of advice though?”

Damian nods.

“Don’t shut it out. My thumb is still bleeding from the second rose, because it will still hurt. You just have to be willing to let it in.”

Tim leaves and finds the painting up in the library the next day.

[timmydraker]

Tim who is well aware that he chose to be Robin and could have lived a normal, happy life.

Sure sometimes his parents weren’t present, but they did genuinely care for him. They gave him all the things a kid could need, food, water, shelter, toys and the chance to be his own person. They gave him his first camera, they paid his school an unnecessary amount of money so his class could have a proper science fair, they called him even when they had lots to do at their digs to hear about his schooling and new photos.

Tim Drake was loved by his classmates. Ives may have been his best friend but he had a whole group of friends who hung out with him, listened to his rambles of Batman and praised his photos. He wasn’t the hot-young bachelor but he was on good terms with pretty much everyone, not having any bullies outside of a few prissy girls.

Tim Drake got instant care when he broke his wrist skateboarding at nine, only a short yell from his parents for being careless before he was given kisses and icecream. There wasn’t any medical debt to be paid, the staff even went out of their way to cheer him up while his parents booked the flight back home.

Tim Drake was fortunate enough to have a good family heritage, little worry for hereditary illness outside of a concern for breast cancer. No depression, no immune system issues, not even any generational trauma from war time or unkind parenting.

He was as lucky as one could get and when he chose to be Robin, because he did choose it even if it felt like he had no choice, he chose it as soon as he first jumped a gap between two buildings, he knew what he could face.

He saw Dick Grayson suffer and flee, be smothered by morals and choice to the point he lost himself.

Tim was there when Bruce had to set up the false scene of Jason’s death, was one of the few who knew that the young boy had died so unfairly.

He had seen what all of the Rouges could do, had seen Two Face kill one man and leave the other alive because he wanted to see him tell his friends family how he failed to help his friend.

He saw Ivy rip a man into pieces and bury those parts to be compost for plants in a park.

He saw Penguins men take a woman into an ally and scream for help, with no one coming until he called as an anonymous witness even though several people passed the ally way.

Tim knew the danger and he still did it.

He had everything and becoming Robin…

His parents died, he started to distance from his friends because he couldn’t figure out enough time for them, he treated his partners like shit because he couldn’t handle lying to them about his secret identity, then he got a team and lost had falling outs and some of them died and then Bruce died and he lost his spleen and, well it was hereditary so then it’s only his fault, right?

Sometimes Tim looks at his life as Robin and he torments himself with the ‘what if’ of another life where he let Bruce fall apart. Maybe he did help Bruce pull his head out but didn’t become Robin, didn’t get such a great team and good memories, but then maybe he would still talk to Ives and take photos.

He doesn’t regret it, he values those previous memories with his loved ones, he’s just bitterly aware of the fact that he chose this life.

He had everything…

And he gave it up.

[timmydraker]

Damian, showing off Alfred the Cat like at those cat shows: perfect jaw, nice tail to body length, healthy teeth and eyes. Perfect in every way.

Damian, turning to Tim: something you’ll never achieve.

Tim, literally just sitting there: oh okay we’re fighting again?

Damian: yes.

Tim: shit I wasn’t ready, do it again

Damian: sure

Damian, showing Alfred The Cat off like at those cats shows: the perfect specimen, unlike you.

Tim: the perfect specimen, unlike your face

Damian: how dare you!

Damian, carefully placing Alfred down before wrestling Tim to the ground: my safe word is cookie!

Tim, trying to get him in an arm lock: mines peanut!

Bruce, who asks to spend time with both his sons, utterly confused: am I meant to do something…?

Alfred, knowing full well this as close to normal siblings behaviour they might ever get: they have safe words.

Bruce: right…

Tim: wait, peanut, I forgot to save my work

Damian: understandable.

Tim: okay done

Damian: can I get my knife?

Tim: no I have a date with Bernard tonight

Damian: ew.

Tim: homophobic?

Damian: no, just ew.

Tim: damn

Tim: I’m going to hit you now

Damian: can I bite?

Tim: you already did

Damian: no I didn’t

Tim, showing his slightly red wrist

Damian: ah, instinct.

Tim: you are the youngest

Damian: I’m going to bite the other one so it’s even

Tim: aw thank you, I hate it when it’s uneven

Damian: yeah you whine every time

Damian: like a bitch

Tim: I’ll tell your mum you used that word

Damian: sorry

Damian: harlot

Tim: better

Damian: commence!

Bruce: …

Bruce: Is this bonding?

Damian and Tim: nah ah

Bruce, even more confused: okay… just don’t go to far and hurt each other

Damian: you’ve ruined it

Bruce: what?

Tim: yeah… I’m not feeling it anymore

Damian: I’m going to my room

Tim: looser

Damian: your mum

Tim: valid

Bruce, wondering what he did wrong: I’m sorry, come back…

[timmydraker]

Something happened on a Young Justice mission.

The League received a message from their ship saying they were coming back a week earlier and to have any available Bat on standby.

The message was clear: something had happened to Ref Robin.

While the sender confirmed that there were no life threatening injuries, they said that they would not be opening the doors of the ship if anyone other than Bat’s were present. They also assured he was alive, yet that didn’t bring as much comfort as it should.

So, Batman had instantly sent out a red alert to those under his jurisdiction and sent a copy of the message as well.

Without leaving Gotham alone, they chose to have those who knew Tim best or were closer to come to the Watchtower. Meaning Bruce, Dick, Cass and, after a fair amount of discussion, Jason.

Steph was still bed bound and instead decided to cover some of Barbara’s work so the two could watch the hud view from Cass.

Duke, who was annoyed but understanding at being asked to stay behind, as well as Kate and Damian and an eager young please Harley were on patrol for the night.

The four present members were waiting in the landing bay with baited breaths and an ugly anxiety deep in their stomachs. Kon had sent a heads up that they were in bound within the hour and so they had stood waiting since, Cass and Bruce both statues while Jason paced and Dick kept refreshing the screen showing the ships location.

When it came into the view and entered Jason came to stand with them as Dick put the pad on a nearby crate and moved foward as soon as he knew the landing area.

The door open and Bart shot out like a rocket, straight out of the room and presumably to find his mentor. Hopefully to be calmed down and not consoled.

Kon came out next with dark eyes that refused to meet anyone else, follow shortly by Cassie as she held Tim in a bridal carry.

He looks fine at first, the only alarming thing being that he’s out of uniform and dressed in a spare shirt and boxers from the med bay.

But then they look closer and they see it.

Cassie stops in front of them, letting Batman step forward and take Tim into his arms. No one comments on how he freezes for a moment, a rarely seen shock crossing his body before he cradles his son to his chest.

Dick wants to say he did something brave and held his brother, but he couldn’t help but look away.

Cass and Jason both moved at the same time, with Cass holding onto her little brothers hand and Jason holding onto his foot as if to give himself proof of life.

Then Tim turns his head and they can’t hide from the truth before them.

Tim can’t look back at them, because his eyes are just… gone.

The flesh within is an angry red, looking agitated and so similar to a fresh wound. His eyelashes are still there but something about them feels unnatural with no eye for them to surround.

By all means there’s nothing else wrong, no signs of a fight or struggle.

Jason is the first to speak, ignoring the gaps of Steph and Barbara in his ears. “What did this?”

Kon appears with a blanket, placing it over Tim and answering, “It was some kind of defence device from the planet we were helping. They… didn’t need eyes to see and so the defence removed other people’s. I wasn’t affected but by the time I realised… they had just melted.”

A silence overcomes them all, shocked and disgusted but also so confused at how something so simple could be missed? Surely the species knew and would have said something?

Cassie speaks in a shadowed voice, “He didn’t even scream.”

Batman sends them to find their mentors after a moment and lets them start to walk away, holding Tim like he’s scared he’ll disappear from existence. He looks haunted, angry, but so very tired.

“Tim.”

The boy doesn’t move, doesn’t show any sign of hearing.

Kon stops before the door and adds, “He hasn’t spoken since, only asking us to take him home. We knew he wouldn’t want to be vulnerable around others so made sure it was just his family.”

Cassie nods, “he always wants Jason when he gets scared.”

No one knows how to answer any of that, but especially the last part. He’s clearly shown his team when he’s been scared before, that’s clear in the way he’s seemingly been scared enough for them to know what he wants, but for him to have asked for certain people…

Cass eventually answers, “Jason strong, willing to do what need to be done to keep safe.” It’s clear she doesn’t totally agree with that, because that includes killing, but she knows it’s true and if it helps Tim so be it.

She doesn’t need to explain her self because it’s clear as day, even when the two have argued, but she assures Dick and Bruce on her brothers behalf, “Trust you, loves you, needs protection with no… weakness.”

It seems to be the only word she can find at the moment.

Batman nods, understanding the need for protection when so deep in fear, and tries not to think of what scenario made him tell his team that.

Then, much to the surprise of everyone around, Bruce nods and leans down to talk to his son, shaking: “You’re safe, son, I’m handing you to Jason.”

Jason, shocked at the selflessness from Batman, doesn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and moves to accept his brother into his arms. Batman doesn’t look exactly excited about it, but his expression is clear: it’s what needs to be done, so he’ll do it.

Tim doesn’t let go of Bruce for a bit, leaving a hand laid on his dad’s chest for a moment in a silent show of love and thanks.

Jason holds Tim, looking down at his eyeless face and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Tim? Are you ready to go home?”

Cass moves to hold Dick’s, who is close to tears with worry, hand as Tim gives a slow nod.

Tim, just as everyone goes to move finally speaks, “Is Dick here?”

Dick def least with his high strung tension finally being relieved, moving close to hold onto his baby brothers hand, “I’m here. I’m here, Timmy.”

Tim nods, seemingly happy that he has Bruce, Jason, Cass and Dick present. He could probably tell by the breathing who was in the room, but not who, and yet everyone just knows that Dick being there has brought comfort.

Tim turns his face into Jason’s chest and says, “Home. Alfred. Barbara. Steph. Duke… Damian.”

A list, a list of people he wants.

“I’ll call for covers for patrol, they’ll be waiting for you there.”

Another nod, though no more words.

He doesn’t speak for a while after that, and he doesn’t sleep until he’s been given everyone’s hand to hold for at least a minute.

Jason doesn’t leave his side the entire time, narrating things going around for him like who is entering and leaving the room and what treatment Leslie is giving him.

He also tells him when Roy Harper and Red Tornado show up with a pair of Prototype Eyes.

[timmydraker]

Jason, giving a detailed plan to The Outlaws in a huge room filled with weaponry, screens and a war table: Artemis will cover Bizo-

Tim, in civilian wear crawling through the window and climbing up Jason so he’s cradled by him in one arm: *instantly falls asleep*

The Outlaws: …

Starfire: Oh! I wasn’t aware you reproduced!

Jason, too focused on his plan to properly listen: yeah, it’s whatever, anyway, then I need Roy to arm-

The Outlaws: *no longer paying attention because Tim, who is at least eighteen, is snoring slightly and drooling on Red Hood’s jacket like a toddler*

Starfire: a baby…

Bizzo: he’s not our baby?

Roy: damn Liam had a brother?

Artemis: group baby. Ours now.