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theskeptileptic · 4 months

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Tim really didn’t like opening presents in front of people and before coming to the Waynes, it wasn’t like he had any practice. His birthday gifts had always been self-bought with his parents’ credit card and their family never celebrated the holidays as anything other than “gala season.” Mrs. Mac once bought him a Batman sticker book after a really bad flu one year, but that was unwrapped and placed on his pillow while he was throwing up in the guest bathroom.

The first wrapped present Tim ever got was from Dick on his first Christmas Eve after becoming Robin. He was changing in the locker room and planning on walking back to Drake Manor to slip into sweatpants and binge old episodes of Star Trek. Bruce had given him a rare “good job” that night and he was practically glowing. After his shower, he grabbed his bag from his locker when a small, wrapped box fell to the ground. Dick came bounding around the corner right as Tim read the label (to: Timbo, from: D) and Tim smiled awkwardly as Dick urged him to open it.

“Go ahead, you’re looking at it like it’s a bomb.” Dick bounced on his toes.

“I, uh, didn’t get anything for you,” Tim lied because he had actually bought something four months ago but was planning on hiding it in Dick’s car so he’d only find it once back in Bludhaven. Tim learned his lesson on not giving gifts to grownups where they’d feel obligated to say something polite—his parents told him many times that his hovering was rude.

Tim opened the box gingerly, folding the wrapping paper meticulously and setting it inside his locker. Inside, was a gift card to a skate shop and a small Dr. Who keychain. It was the most thoughtful gift Tim had ever received in his fifteen years and he, embarrassedly, could feel his throat get tight.

“I hope it’s the right store?” Dick’s voice startled him and he quickly cleared his throat.

“Thank—uh—thank you. It’s perfect. I need to go home now but yeah. Thanks.” He said lamely. Dick’s smile looked a little tight around the edges but it was still genuine. “You sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” But Tim was already out the door with a “thanks for asking but I have plans” because he was capital-F freaking out. Social niceties had never translated to social suaveness for Tim, and he had no idea what to do with the awkward space between receiving and acknowledging a gift.

The next time Tim received a wrapped present was his sixteenth birthday, from Bruce, and it ended up being a mind-bending adventure in deception and lifelong trust issues, which, regardless of whatever his mentor’s intention, didn’t really endear him to the tradition of gift-giving. So much so that Kon, Bart, and Cassie wrote wrapped presents?? on their list of Rob’s Triggers saved to their team’s hard drive. The team always managed to gift each other experiences anyway. When they weren’t, you know, dead.

Tim was gone during the holidays for his Bruce-quest, and the only wrapped gift he received that time was from Ra’s—which, better left unsaid, really—and when he returned, he was seventeen, and completely, utterly done with surprises.

So when he found himself on the top of Wayne Enterprises Christmas night, he was reasonably suspicious of the large box wrapped in green and tied with a gold ribbon.

To: Timbo, From: D

He hadn’t talked with Dick for over a month, and watching his brother emerge from the shadows with his hands up did nothing to calm his anxiety.

“Still not a bomb.” Nightwing said softly.

Tim watched the Christmas lights twinkle across the city, steadfastly ignoring the man behind him.

“It’s been awhile, baby bird.” Tim wanted to scoff but it alarmingly sounded more like a sob.

He didn’t startle when Dick’s hand landed on his shoulder, nor when he was pulled into a strong, yet gentle hug.

“I missed you,” his brother murmured into his hair.

“Yeah.” Tim said, which was enough.

After a moment, they pulled away, and Dick walked over to the gift. “Let’s do it together?” Tim nodded and they unwrapped the box, folding up the paper and laying it neatly on the ground.

A beat passed. Tim stared. Dick stared back.

“It’s been awhile, kiddo. Let’s raise some hell, huh. First one downstairs pays for dinner.”

(And if Bruce Wayne woke up to news that his offices had been toilet papered and completely covered in gingerbread scented shaving cream, that was nobody’s business but the two vigilantes eating reconciliation pancakes at 10 AM the next day.)

#bruce wayne #batman #batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #christmas #drabble #fanfic

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dairy-farmer · 1 year

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I love soulmate AUs. And I love hurting my favorite characters. I also had a very big, very long phase of Hanahaki AUs. Combine them all, I have Hanahaki disease as a consequence of soulmate rejection and Tim has this in your soulmate AU.

Tim is the smartest of the Robins, probably even smarter than Batman. But he was in love and in denial. He wanted to have a family, to live in the white picket fenced house with children and a dog or cat with his soulmate. He was in denial when Bruce keeps a relationship with Selena or when Dick was with Babs or nearly married to Kori or when he found out Red Hood was Jason and very much wants to kill him or when Damian kept on degrading or humiliating or actively trying to kill him. But he can't deny the flowers that come out of his mouth any longer. I'm not good with the flower language but imagine the different flowers that come out representing his love. He's been rejected by his soulmate. He really is as unlovable as his parents say.

I imagine the rejection comes in different times for every man. For brutim, it could be after Tim brought his soulmate back from the time stream but hadn't received any words from Bruce save for the thanks he got when he was rescued. They're at a family dinner, everyone in the family is present for once. Tim would be so excited because it's been weeks since he last saw or talked to Bruce outside patrol. He'd even ignore Damian, knowing it makes Bruce... Comfortable? Happy? That his soulmate and his son aren't fighting. So he ignored Damian even when his lung felt so suspiciously tight when he saw how differently Damian was treated from how he was treated. He tried to think logically. Damian is his son, yada, yada, yada. So he kept his mouth shut and ignored the looks Damian sent his way. But Damian didn't appreciate that and in true demon brat fashion, Damian brought up his mother wanting to see Bruce. Tim is starting to think that the spawn somehow has managed to learn that Tim is his father's soulmate. Nevermind, Tim will not dignify a response to that. But then Damian kept on pressing and decided to bring up Selena. The brat must really hate him if he's bringing up Selena and the rumors that Batman was seen with Catwoman a few nights ago, rumors that Tim desperately ignored. He doesn't know what he expects Bruce to say. Maybe deny the rumors? Defend Tim? Bruce does none of that. Tim spent the next hour of dinner, drinking water and swallowing his saliva, hoping to ease the tightness in throat and chest. He flees at the given chance, rushing to his apartment. He expects to throw up the dinner he just had. But flowers came instead. He definitely threw up his dinner after that when it became clear to him what just happened.

For dicktim, the flowers came when Dick announced that he's engaged to Kori or when Dick took Robin away. And I know that I just said that Tim was in denial when Dick was engaged to Kori. But imagine Tim who only wants to be with his soulmate, to be married to him. Weddings are a big deal to Tim. (Selena getting married to Bruce could've also been the time the flowers first appeared for brutim.) His soulmate getting married to someone else, planning a wedding with someone else. It would hurt so bad. He'll spend next few years simultaneously hoping he still wakes up the next day and hoping he doesn't. Kori and Dick doesn't last but the flowers remain. Then his dad dies, then Steph, then Bart, then Kon, then Bruce. Then Robin was gone. His soulmate gave it away to someone who has very nearly killed him. If the wedding didn't give him his flowers, this will. There are pros and cons to having the flowers early. Tim has learned how to live with the flowers threatening to fill his lungs. He doesn't know if he'll manage being so stressed out while also learning how to deal with it. But the years of abuse on his lungs have also left considerable damage on him. Enough that Ra's was considering removing the flowers regardless of the damage it may cause on Tim's soul without his consent during Tim's splenectomy. He was so sure he could've convinced the young detective. But Tim is a survivor. When Dick catches him from the fall and Tim calls Dick his brother, he has made his resolve.

For JayTim, the flowers came either on Titan's Tower or with the batarang on his chest. Maybe Jason is even aware of the Hanahaki while he was beating Tim up in the tower. Tim had no strength to keep the flowers down when it came. If Jason had more control, if he hadn't let the Pit overpower him, he would've realized that the scene of bruised bloodied skin littered with flowers was familiar, that he once knew someone else in the same state, same position as his soulmate. I'm not familiar with flowers but imagine the flowers having the same color as the bruises decorating Tim's skin. It would've been poetic and it might've lit the literature maniac part of Jason. But for now he was busy writing his name on the walls and decorating it with the blue and purple flowers. Months later, Jason is cured from the Pit. Apologies were made. Tim is rightfully distrustful but his love and duty to his family supercedes that. They form a tentative truce. The flowers are still there but for the first time, in months, his chest has felt lighter. Then Bruce dies and the Pit comes back. Jason was throwing a batarang to his chest. And Tim coughs up blood. And flowers.

For damitim, the flowers could come for so many times. Maybe when they first met and learn that they're soulmates. Maybe during the fall from the dinosaur. But I'm more partial to the time Damian cuts Tim's line. Damian was so, so angry when he saw the contingency plans his soulmate made. Contingency plans for him. He felt rejected. What's the use of a soulmate if they can't trust him? What's the use of a soulmate if they make plans to incapacitate him? Like that, Tim was rejected. His line was cut. All night, he was wondering why his chest feels tight. Why was he coughing up flowers, a few minutes before his patrol with Robin and Nightwing? Dick said Damian was better. So why? He was so preoccupied by this thoughts that he nearly hadn't been able to save himself when he realized he was falling. It took far too long for him to realize that someone cut his line, that someone wanted him dead. It took even far longer for him to realize that his soulmate wanted him dead. He tries to explain himself when he learns of the cause of his soulmate's ire. But Damian was having none of it. Not even when Bruce explained that even Batman himself, had contingency plans for his soulmate. For years, Tim tries and says sorry. Even as the flowers in his chest grew. Damian screams of rejection and betrayal. And the tired part of Tim wants to scream back. What do you know of betrayal? What do you know of rejection? You, who had no flowers growing in your chest. You, who had not laid in your bed wondering whether it's the last time or the last day. You, who had not made the difficult decision to limit your activities as a vigilante because the flowers in your lungs makes it hard to breathe, because the flowers in your lungs could very well kill you if you accidentally run into Ivy. Those were all the things Tim has to go through. Tim was the one whose relationship with the family grow even more distant, even more strained because the family sided with Damian who has been "rejected" by his soulmate. Even Bruce, who had initially came to Tim's defense, started to side with Damian.

Tim tries with all of them. He tries until he physically couldn't. He stops when a shortness of his breath, a stuttering of his heart, had distracted him and nearly killed him during a mission with the Titans. Had it not been for Kon who had heard the irregular beat of his heart. If I was a better person, Tim dies and his other half mourns. But I'm not. Tim stops going back to Gotham. He stops trying and focuses on himself. He will never reject his soulmate. He will never make them feel how he had felt all those months or years ago. He will always love them but he stops asking for more. He grows his relationships with his friends and eventually builds something more with Kon. At first, they were both worried. Tim doesn't want his soulmate to go through Hanahaki but he doesn't want to let Kon go. The first few months of their relationship was spent monitoring the health of Tim's soulmate before it's made clear that it doesn't affect them. Tim laughs when he thinks. His soulmates really didn't want him. And so he moves on. He loves them but he will move on. He's done waiting. And slowly the flowers stop growing. Slowly, he stops waking up every few hours to cough up flowers. They didn't notice it at first. They were too preoccupied worrying over the dark spot that has started growing on Kon's skin. They hadn't noticed until they're at the medbay, fussing over Tim's injury from their recent mission and Kon was using his x-ray vision to check for internal injuries. Kon sees his clear lungs, devoid of flowers that tormented his boyfriend for years. Kon was scared of what this means. Has Tim's soulmate accepted him back? Was Tim leaving him now? He was afraid and hurting but he tells Tim what he sees and braces himself for the inevitable. This is how the best relationship in Kon's life ends. But it didn't. Tim didn't want this to end. He was the happiest he has been all these months with Kon. He tells Kon that. He was going to be selfish this time. He had dealt with the flowers for so long, his soulmate could deal with it themselves. He promises himself to Kon. Maybe his soulmate was right, Tim says, the universe did make a mistake making them soulmates because if he was asked to choose a soulmate, he would've chosen Kon. They kiss and they have the best sex in their lives. The next morning, they wake up and sees the dark spot on Kon's skin had become Tim's soulmark. They're soulmates.

Meanwhile, Tim's soulmate wakes up, surrounded by the same flowers Tim used to cough up. And their soulmark gone from their skin

-🦆 (I sincerely hope no one else took this emoji as a sign. That would be awkward. I've only sent one other ask signed with this emoji)

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soulmate and hanaki both carry, in my opinion, some of the best love angst fics in any fandom!!! the unrequited love tropes are so good especially when the person who was hurting ends up happy in the end!!!!!!!!!!!

i love the idea that this wasn't a 'misunderstanding' that tim and bruce/dick/jason/damian knew fully well that tim was their soulmate- not just that but that everyone else knew they were soulmates as well.

that means talia, selina, kory, barbara and everyone who were fucking or dating bruce or dick knew for a fact that tim was the soulmate- and they didn't care. or maybe it's not that they didn't care but that they were told that it was all taken care of. by bruce and dick most likely.

maybe in bruce and dick's mind it makes sense to not reciprocate because....tim is young. he's a child and he can't possibly engage in the kind of relationship they're used to- the kind of relationship where the two go on dates and have sex and are emotionally vulnerable and honest with each other. both bruce and dick go through some pretty heavy stuff and are mentally sometimes not in the best place and so tim, a child, can't provide the kind of support they need even if he tries so hard to be their equal and be their soulmate. even if tim offered they'd still say no because it's not right. tim is so young and shouldn't have to shoulder the burden and horrors of an older soulmate. soulmate age gaps aren't rare- they're quite common. but even if soulmates meet when one is an adult and the other is a child the child won't just get married- they'll stay with their parents until they're an adult. bruce and dick have both probably seen the...bad side of soulmates with age gaps where one soulmate was too young when the 'adult' stuff started. just because someone is meant for you doesn't mean you can't hurt them.

so they think they're protecting tim. by focusing on women their own age (nevermind that sometimes tim cries and wonders if because he's not a girl that they won't look at him, that they've rejected him). in bruce and dick's minds their distance from tim is justified. they can't take tim out to dinner or on dates without it looking creepy. they can't give tim a relationship when he's too physically and mentally underdeveloped. they just can't do it.

but they never tell tim this.

they never tell tim the reason why they won't look at him, why they'll get into relationships, spend the night with, and nearly marry OTHER people. and honestly....it's because they forget. tim is just always...there. he's a comfortable presence in their life. when they go through a bad breakup, when things turn sour, when they're betrayed, when they're left at the alter- tim is there. ready to comfort, offer gentle words, and squeeze their shoulders in a way that makes them feel like everything will be okay. they take him for granted.

they disregard his feelings, when he shows up to breakfast with puffy and redrimmed eyes it doesn't even occur to them that they could be the cause. tim never snaps at them, cries, or yells about how they're choosing other women, other heroes, other people over him.

they don't think about him and maybe that the cruelest part of it all.

they don't think about tim. until he's gone.

when they wake up to flower petals sprinkled over their body and their mark aching like someone has punched a hole through their heart- they panic. the terror and fear that swallows them is unlike anything they've ever felt.

they've lost their soulmate and it feels like they've been ripped in half.

until they call everyone they know, pull up security camera footage and see tim (alive, he's alive and that brings so much relief they could almost cry before the cold realization sets in) and superboy making pancakes and eggs together, laughing and looking disheveled in the way that lets people know they got laid the night before.

hurt radiates through their throat at the sight they can barely talk. disbelief and betrayal sink into them as they watch as superboy strokes at the soulmate mark- their soulmate mark printed right over where his heart is.

both dick and bruce lay a hand over where their marks used to be. there's no scar, no pain, not even an itch. there's no evidence of them ever having a soulmate.

for jason it's complicated. the fact that tim is his soulmate always gets drowned out by the fact that he's the boy bruce replaced him with. the superior model, the one that would obey, that wouldn't disappoint, the one that wasn't dirty, the one that didn't live in a gutter, who didn't have to give handies in an alley just to make a buck. maybe the old jason, the young and innocent one would've been ecstatic and so happy to meet his soulmate. jason had given up on ever finding anyone who wasn't his soulmate because he SAW how that played out. willis and catherine hadn't been soulmates and whenever jason had asked her about the splotchy soulmate mark that didn't seem to really make any sense she always got quiet. jason always swore what he and his soulmate had would be different- that his soulmate wouldn't need to suffer ever so long as jason was with them. sometimes the rage he directs at tim is the pit, other times it's genuine rage and hatred. at some point jason runs out of excuses and just needs to accept that he can't love tim more than he hates him. that he'll always hate tim for what he represents just like he'll always hate the joker for what he is. but...there are time...moments. when jason has a bit of clarity when he's not hurting as much and laughing along with tim at something stupid bruce did. when alfred is bringing them trays of hot, jam filled cookies and warm mugs of honey lemon tea because both of them have sore throats from being stuck wading water in gotham harbor for a drug dumping bust. jason thinks the first person to ever make him genuinely chuckle at something after...everything- is tim. but then bruce fucking dies or gets lost in time and all the pain and the hurt and the fact that he hadn't gotten catharsis or closure or whatever the fuck- and tim is there. like always. and maybe jason should feel bad. his soulmate had been so wary around him but had come around eventually. but in jason's mind it doesn't matter. because the joker is still around, because bruce is gone but then he's not, because so much of the pain that jason endured has gone unanswered. and tim is there and it's easy to hurt him, hate, him, taunt him using private conversations they had as ammo. jason shouldn't be surprised as he is when he wakes up while on a job and finds his bed filled with crabapple blossoms. something in his chest just goes tight. he doesn't move for what feels like hours and when he does his whole arm is shaking and pulling up feeds from gotham then san francisco because jason recalls how tim often crosses the country to be with the titans. and he finds...something that has him clenching his jaw and balling his shaking fists together. tim not being his soulmate should be a good thing. jason hated him too much, was never able to scrub away the resentment of him...but seeing him in another person's arms, seeing that person with HIS soulmark....he wants to cry. the universe has decided jason was no longer worthy of his soulmate the same way it decided he was no longer worthy of life and so took it away from him. jason should be happy but all he wants to do is cry.

damian is young, jealous, and knows nothing about selfless love. when he meets tim too much of his is brainwashed from the league and talia. when he learns tim is his soulmate too much of him is brainwashed by what he was led to believe a soulmate would be. drake doesn't welcome him with open arms, doesn't fawn over damian or forgive any of his faults. drake argues with him and fights back against damian like a cat escaping the hands grabbing them. there is tension and antagonism that runs deep between them. damian doesn't think him attempting to kill drake should be held against him because...because that's just how he is and drake should KNOW that. when he finds his name in a list of targets he cannot hold back the hurt, the pain, or the resentment. the accusations flow out of him like water. it's the worst pain he's ever felt because damian had been TRYING to get better and improve only that drake hadn't been around to see it. for nearly a year drake had abandoned him. not a single call, word, or letter until he'd blown into gotham and demanded they obey like he had any idea about what they'd endured in the city during his absence. he left gotham, he left DAMIAN and he couldn't just walk back in and expect loyalty. a year is a long time for someone like damian. he grew an inch, he got calmer, more merciful. he gained the respect of other fighters in the city, of citizens. but that wasn't enough for his soulmate who still deemed him a "threat". so yes damian is upset and he makes that known. and eventually drake leaves gothan unable to handle the fact that he was wrong about damian. no apology. no letter.

just like last time.

damian is bitter and angry and hurt, bad mouthing drake to anyone and everyone and at first he has their sympathy and ears but they start growing tired of it. red hood mocks him one night, asking if he really expected "perfect little timmy" to ever want to be soulmates with a demented league brat like him.

damian attacks him with his sword and leaves a deep cut in his thigh that has hood cursing. the attack draws the attention of other bats who are furious with him for attacking todd. grayson looks at him with deep disappointment "i thought you'd outgrown this". damian has a bad week. he's grounded and his father schedules an appointment with a therapist for his behavior, utterly unsympathetic when damian said it was drake's fault.

two days before his appointment damain wakes up in a bed of flowers that make his nose itch and no soulmark. damian's scream wakes the entire manor.

his missing soulmark has grayson turning white and sprinting for a phone. father stares at the hives forming on his skin. an allergic reaction from the flowers.

damian is given some medicine and cream and forced to watch as his soulmate is held and stroked by a clone. damian can't stop the angry tears the- the betrayed tears that burn trails down his cheeks like hot lava. damian may not have liked or loved his soulmate the way he knew he was supposed to but...but...but he didn't think he'd do this.

damian cries and no one comforts him or tries to console him.

why would they?

damian had been talking about how much he hated drake, how much the universe had made a mistake, how much drake was not and would never be his soulmate.

well damian got his wish didn't he?

now drake isn't his soulmate.

no one is.

not anymore.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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timkonshipper · 1 year

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Unconditional love(Well ain't that a strange concept)

Timothy 'tim' jackson drake grew up having all that a child could ever want. Food, shelter, clothes and money were never a problem. Yet his little heart always ached for something he thought he could never have - love. His parents would always bring him back little souvenirs and knicknacks from their various archeological digs. But socialites Jack and Janet could never be bothered to spare even a moment of their time to spend with him.

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Tim's pov:

Throwing my bag down, I slumped onto the couch. My parents would be horrified to see the house in such a mess, but they're off somewhere in Egypt. I can't be bothered to keep up with their weekly exploits. But whenever they planned on returning, their prized son Timothy would be there to greet them with an award winning smile and a spotless house. Afterall, the one thing I know how to do best is to pretend. That's all I ever am nowadays. A placeholder, replacement and above all - a pretender.

Glancing at my phone screen, I chuckle slightly at the purple monkey steph had changed it to last weekend. My scowl was back as soon as I remembered my upcoming birthday. Nobody would have bothered to remember it. But my face broke into a small grin as soon as I remembered the day. It was a friday night - which meant I had to head to titans tower soon. Although I couldn't share my identity with them yet, I knew kon, bart and cassie always had my back. I got up and slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. After a heavenly 15 minutes under the spray of cold water, I dried off and changed into fresh clothes. Securing a domino mask over my face, I headed to the batcave. Without a second glance, I rushed to the zeta tubes.

"Well, you're in quite a hurry, master Tim. I suppose you don't have the time to spare for greetings?" I turned to the source of the voice and spotted Alfred with a single poised eyebrow raised.

Sporting a sheepish grin, I hastened to explain "Sorry Alfred. It's just been a long week. I'm looking forward to seeing my friends again."

"No harm done my lad. It's good to see you spending time with other heroes your age. Heavens forbid you become as reclusive as a certain someone. Do have fun but make sure to not be too long." Alfred replied with a light uptick of his lips.

Giving him a light salute, I zetaed to mount justice. Following the sounds of laughter, I popped my head into the group living room. Everyone was huddled onto the beat up loveseat in front of the tv. Kon looked over Cassie's shoulder and gestured for me to sit by them.

I squeezed into the pile, all of my previous troubles disappearing as soon as kon and bart dragged me into one of their disputes. A movie was on in the background, but nobody gave it much importance. In the span of a few hours, I had smiled more than I had in the previous week.

Just before I was getting ready to leave, Kon grabbed my hand. "Hey rob, I know you just come in on fridays. But we were planning to do some team bonding on sunday. Mind dropping in?"

A bit startled at the sudden contact. My eyes dropped down to his hand but quickly flickered back. "Sure, it's not like I have anything better to do."

He frowned a bit at that, what for I'm not sure. "Great, see you sunday! Bye rob. "

Saying my goodbyes, I made my way to the zeta tubes. In the batcave, I waved to Alfred and went home to be reunited with my bed."

The next day was uneventful. I microwaved a bowl of cereal in my pajamas and scrolled through my phone. After heating up lunch that Mrs. Mac dropped off, I set to work on my casefiles. Making my way through them, I glanced at the clock only to be startled. It was already time for patrol. After a quick shower, I ate the leftovers from lunch and sprinted nextdoors. Once in the batcave, I geared up quickly and accompanied Bruce on his patrol. It was a relatively mild night with only a few petty crimes.

Deciding that there was not much action tonight, B dismissed me. Remembering kon's invite I went without much of a protest.

By 10 the next day, I was fresh and ready to head to mount justice. I shoved the reminder of my birthday farther back in my head. On my way, Alfred questioned me why I was going on a sunday. I just answered him with team bonding. Surprisingly, the base was quiet when I arrived. Curious, I made my way to the living room where everyone mostly gathered. Oddly, there was no one there. I decided to check out the kitchen, thinking the group was rummaging around for something to eat. But as soon as I stepped foot in the kitchen, I was rendered speechless. Surrounding me were hundreds of balloons in robin colours(once I was conscious enough, I realised Bart must have gone overboard with the decorating). Streamers decorated the normally plain room and an enormous cake in the shape of a bird was perched centerplace on the counter. Kon, bart and cassie jumped out from their various hiding places to yell surprise.

Their voices fell short however when they caught sight of my speechless expression. The normally exuberant speedster tentatively asked "Hey rob, are you okay? You're looking a little pale".

Realising I probably looked like an idiot, I shut my mouth. "You guys actually remembered"

Cassie, ever the leader, quickly understood the problem. "Of course we remembered idiot. You're our rob. There's no way we'd forget something as important as this. "

My brain didn't process the words coming out of my mouth. "But my birthday isn't important. And you guys threw a party and everything. Doesn't that only happen in the movies?"

Heartbroken, Kon asked "Tim, have you never had a birthday party before. Even though I'm a clone and don't know proper earth behavior, Ma always makes pie and decorates the farm on my birthday… "

Shaking myself out of my stupor "No, I've never had anyone to celebrate it with. When I was young, I asked my mom about parties and she curtly told me that only happens on tv".

Having had enough, Cassie interrupted "Come here you big idiot. We love you and we want you to know that this is nothing compared to what you deserve. Your parents are complete jerks. Now give us a hug and open your presents. "

I knew in my heart that this was truly the best day ever. Long after we were all full and tired from laughing, an idea struck my head. "

You guys definitely gave me a big surprise, so the least I can do is return it. My hands went to my domino to work through the unlocking mechanism. My teammates were too shocked to reply. I made quick work of my mask and removed it. Tim, my name's tim.

"Ro-tim, you didn't have to tell us. This was just to show our unconditional love for you"

That statement alone brought tears to his eyes, but he managed to reply without his voice wavering"I know, but I want to. I've been wanting to do this for a long time but Batman wouldn't cooperate. At this point, I don't really care. I trust you guys and I wanted to show that. "

The discussion soon turned into a group hug which just ended up as a messy pile. Even though Kon and Cassie were crushing me and Bart's elbow was poking my ribs, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I spotted Kon from the corner of my eye. His little grin told me that this was all his idea, but I saved the revelation for another day. Right now I was simply content in this moment.

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#timkon #tim drake #tim drake x conner kent #conner kent #kon el superboy #bart allen #impulse #wonder girl #cassandra sandsmark

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catxsnow · 3 years

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I want to see Tim go absolutely feral.

Tim Drake, the guy who always has the right intentions, even with the sometimes wrong means of doing so. The guy that always seems to know what he's doing and is always one step ahead. The guy that always has everything under control because he's already planned everything out from the moment he steps into a room.

It always seems that he's so in control of every situation that nothing could go wrong. It's true for the longest time. Bruce trusts Tim to keep everyone safe on his own. If there's anyone that's going to get every civilian out alive, it's him. Everyone knows that Tim won't ever cross that line.

Until he does.

It was an accident, it really was. Tim had been getting stronger, his moves more agile than ever before. He didn't realize just how hard he could swing his bo-staff and just how precise a hit to the temple could be. Tim didn't realize that he had taken the last breath of a man until it was too late.

He wasn't scared of what Bruce was going to say, or Dick, or Jason - or anyone. That wasn't what he was scared of. It wasn't that he was petrified at how easy it was to kill someone. No, Tim was scared because everything that he had ever done finally clicked into place. Why was he the one that had to risk his life to save the bad guys? Why was he the one that needed to reach the brink of death just so that some scumbag could live and breathe again?

Tim couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't keep putting himself out there when he knew there was a better way. And so he did the one thing Batman refused to do: he killed. Tim broke free of this ridiculous rule that Bruce instilled into him. He was tired of it, tired of coming home broken and bruised.

They were minor at first - criminals scumbags that had no family and no one to miss them. Breaking free of Batman's vice grip of justice to find his own way - the better way. His brother's trying to bring him back before it was too late. His friends were unsure of what happened to their headstrong leader.

Tim got lost in the darkness far quicker than some of their enemies. He worked his way up from petty criminals to the ones that really matter. Boomerang. Calculator. Clock King. Kid Crusader. Mad Hatter. Joker. Ra's al Ghul.

It's Ra's that finally tips the scales. His brother's siding with Bruce on his quest to stop Tim. Cassie and Bart realizing that Tim has completely lost his moral sense of direction. It's Kon that stays with him. Kon believed in his best friend because Tim has never proven him wrong.

It's when he's standing above Ra's dead body does everyone realizes just how far he's gone. The league in shambles, blood soaking his hands, the criminals of Gotham - hell, of the world are starting to fear the Robin that they never had to worry about before. Everyone is scared because Tim's lost it.

Tim's gone completely feral against his enemies because he's so fucking bad at himself for wasting his years bedridden and in pain when he could have been doing this all along. He's pissed at Bruce for persuading him to fall under his moral code and keep everyone alive. Why is it his choice that everyone gets to live?

Why does the Bat get to decide that the people that have killed so many get to keep breathing themselves? He shouldn't have that power. No one deserves to say that people like Joker get to keep living after everything they've done. Tim couldn't stand by anymore - whether or not Bruce agreed with his plans.

So when the day comes that Bruce has to face his son, it's horrendous. It's not very often that Tim has seen Bruce cry. Damian's death. Jason coming back to life. Dick getting shot in the head by KGBeast. There are very few cases that Bruce breaks down. Seeing Tim for the first time since Boomerang's death? That was one of those times.

Tim's bo-staff is blood-stained. His knuckles bruised and scarred far worse than ever before. New cuts on facing from facing his foes like never before. It's not the physicality of it all that makes Bruce like this. It's the look in Tim's eyes that breaks his heart.

The look of someone who doesn't care that they've killed, that takes pride in those that they've killed. Tim's got that empty, horrendous look in his eyes that Bruce has only ever seen that look in the people that Tim's already killed. No one came back once they had that look in their eyes.

It's that night that Tim realizes that he can't have anyone getting in his way - not when the safety of everyone is at stake. Why stop at the Joker or Ra's? Lex, Deathstroke, hell even Darkseid? Why let those people roam free when they can be stopped? Tim has the power, he's always had the power to put an end to it.

It was Bruce's code that held him back before, and now, it was Bruce himself. So Tim gives him the ultimatum - stay out of his way, or become an enemy. If there was one thing about Batman that Tim knew, it was that he was never going to stand aside when someone was in harm's way.

So what was Tim supposed to do? Let Bruce take him to Arkham to miraculously bring him back to his old self? Nothing about him had changed - he was still the same boy he once was. The difference was now his mind had been cleared of all tainting Bruce had cast on him. Tim couldn't lose to Bruce, not when he still had so much work to do.

Tim did what he had to. He did what no one else in Gotham managed to do. He got rid of the Bat, once and for all.

With Bruce Wayne gone, Tim had no one holding him back. No one to try and sway his moral compass that all this killing was wrong. No one to stop him from cleaning up the world from people that didn't deserve another breath. Batman was gone, and it was Tim's turn to be the protector of Gotham - the right way to protect Gotham.

It was at that moment did everyone realize just how far he was willing to go. Clark, who swore that Bruce could bring his son back home. Dick, who was horrified that Tim was able to go as far as to kill his adoptive father. Kon, who swore that Tim always knew what was right, suddenly faltering at every choice he's made.

Kon, who realizes that this whole time that he was back Tim up, that he was only pushing his father and father towards the edge. Killing Bruce, that had been the final push to get him to fall. Tim would never be able to return to that ledge, not when he had dived headfirst off of it. Kon, who realized that he was the one that was encouraging his best friend to become a monster.

Dick, who knows that he has to face Tim for what he's done. Dick, who tries to stand up against his little brother who murdered their father. Dick, who's on his knees, pleading for Tim to realize what he was doing and that he was going too far. He could forgive him for Ra's, JOker, hell all the other petty criminals that had been disposed of. But Bruce?

Bruce who had given them so much had created this life for them when they had nothing else. Dick couldn't look past that, he could never look past that.

When Tim gives him the ultimatum - the same one that he had given Bruce - Dick can't accept. He can't get on board with this, this mad way of justice. Dick lets Tim defeat him because he can't fight his brother, not even after everything that he's done. All he can see while looking up at Tim from his knees is the little boy that was so filled with joy, so filled with hope to make the world a better place.

Dick's broken because how the hell was he supposed to stop someone who he practically raised, that would now go to no end to take out every criminal he could. How is he supposed to take down Tim until he can't get back up when all he can think about was the first time that he brought Tim to the Titan's Tower and seeing the same joy on his face the first time he arrived all those years ago.

Tim falters, only for a moment. He can't take Dick down as easily as Bruce because he knows that the only reason that he's given up is because he is too broken to fight back. Dick has so much hope in him that Tim will realize that this is wrong. He doesn't; he doesn't realize that what he's doing is wrong because he's not wrong.

It's that split second that everything happens so fast that he can't control it for the first time since he started this mission. Dick moving so fast in one last hope that Tim will come back as himself because he sees that flash of hesitance. It's his last mistake. Tim moves out of reaction, not thinking about his movements but pushing Dick so hard that he stumbles towards the ledge of the building they're upon.

Dick grabbing onto the ledge with all his strength with Tim just standing above him, staring at his brother without thinking to help him back up. He gives him the same ultimatum once more. Dick doesn't have the voice to reply, his throat is tight and it feels like claws dragging down it. He can’t breath, can’t think properly. Dick’s destroyed at what’s become of his brother.

He doesn't need a response, it's his release of the ledge that answers Tim's question.

Dick takes a final fall, just as his parents had. The fall that started this whole thing - that brought Tim to where he is now. The fall that ended the Grayson family, once and for all.

another (longer than ten minutes this time I promise) ficlet angst! Because apparently I like making you suffer. Had some help this time with @pricetagofficial @river-bottom-nightmare @screennamealreadyused and @subtleappreciation

#tim drake #tim drake imagine #tim drake headcanon #red robin #red robin imagine #red robin headcanon #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #angst #tim drake fic #batfam #dc #dc imagine #batfam imagine #tw violence

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aceofshitposts · 3 years

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I started writing this a few days ago but I don't know if I'll actually finish it lmao but here have a bunch of tim pining and stephanie laughing at him

Love stories are a dime a dozen. Hundreds of books filled with beautiful poetry describing the shape of their love, songs that flow like water whether it's the gentle bubbling brooks of new love or the storming sea of heartbreak. There's a thousand ways, a million guidebooks to help along the way.

It's not that Tim can't appreciate a good romance movie or belt out a good break up song with Stephanie or Cassie, it's just that it was never really his thing. Romantic gestures are often lost on him, paraphrasing from Stephanie herself, and he just… hasn't always seen the point.

It's like every single cliché came and ganged up on Tim in the back of an alley, leaving him concussed and without his wallet. If the Tim from six months ago heard about this yadda, yadda, yadda. Everyone knows the drill. The fact still remains that Tim sees Jason helping a single mother and her twin toddlers with their groceries, smiling at the kids and making them laugh, and Tim feels like his heart just got punched.

It keeps happening.

In what may be a display of stalking behaviour Tim hasn't done since he was twelve, Tim keeps watching Jason… do things, Normal Things! And every time it's like the lights just got a little brighter; Tim swears at one point the clouds part literally just to spotlight Jason as he flips through a book in the park. It's a disgusting slap in the face by the universe practically screaming, "look! The object of your affection is right there!"

It's horrible, really, having feelings. Bruce might have the emotive range of a root vegetable but sometimes Tim thinks he's on to something.

The real problem here is that he's not just attracted to Jason. Tim is familiar with that feeling, he's only human after all, fuck you Kon and Bart and all the computer brain jokes; attraction is easy. It's familiar and messy in a way that is totally uncomplicated, like ticking items off a list.

Love is everything all at once. It's easy to be in love with Jason and the way he laughs, easy to love the way he dances and sings in his kitchen the odd time Tim has stayed over after patrol. It's easy to love Jason when he kneels down in front of a scared six year old girl and tells her everything is going to be all right because he's gonna keep her safe.

It's hard to be in love with Jason when he's reckless, when he runs into gun fights without so much as a thought of his own safety. It's hard to love him when he's bleeding out in front of Tim's eyes, when Tim is screaming himself hoarse that Jason hasn’t even said goodbye. It's hard when they're fighting, it's hard when Jason fights with Bruce, it's hard and it hurts when everything in Tim wants to fix it, fix it, but the world doesn't quite work that way no matter how much he's tried.

It's hard but it's easy. It's easy but it's frustrating but it's wonderful but it's…

It's Jason.

And nobody else has ever made Tim feel a wider range of emotions than him.

This has gotten off topic.

The point is, Jason is into all that sappy, romantic stuff. He doesn't look it, except in the way he totally does once you get to know him, and considering the lives he and Jason live Tim feels like he owes Jason this one bit of normalcy compared to the majority of their interactions.

"Hasn't he tried to kill you, like, multiple times?" Bart asks when Tim tries to confide these things with his best friends. He's looking for support, dammit.

"Yeah," Tim says, dragging out the word in a way that probably isn't comforting to any of them. "But I also beat him up with a crowbar once, so, there's that."

There’s a loud moment of silence after which Kon throws his arms in the air, loudly declaring, "Bats!" and stomps right out of the room. It’s such a succinct reaction that Tim can’t help laughing because, yeah, bats. The problem is that Tim’s still one of them and this is honestly one of the tamer things that has happened in their lives.

Regardless, Tim isn’t interested in scarring his friends with what is normal in Gotham so he goes a little closer to home.

Stephanie, naturally, laughs directly in Tim's face.

"Please, Steph, I need help," Tim pleads, whines really, as she clutches her stomach, "I don't wanna mess this up."

"Oh, you passed 'messed up' approximately fifty miles ago," Stephanie wheezes in response. Tim socks her in the shoulder.

"Come on, he's better now!"

Abruptly Stephanie stops laughing. She levels him with a serious look and says, "and what about you?"

Ah.

Well if there's one person you can't hide your emotional inadequacies from, it would be your ex.

"I really like him, Steph, that's why I'm here. I'm trying."

Stephanie studies him for a moment more before pulling Tim into a tight hug.

"I just wanted to make sure," she says into his hair. "Anyway, great, you finally want to make a move! I've had enough of you waxing poetic about Jason."

Tim pulls away, making a face at Stephanie. "I do not wax poetic."

"You're right, you are definitely no poet. You will need to wax though, I know a guy if you want-"

Tim punches her again in the shoulder, face feeling like the surface of the sun. Stephanie dissolves into a fit of cackling laughter.

They spend the evening like that, Stephanie laughing at all of Tim’s pain and Tim trying to come up with a plan.

"I don't understand why you're so hung up on this whole 'normal' thing," she says while doing actual air quotes with her fingers and poking him in the ribs with her foot. "We all dress up in skin tight kevlar at night and kick ass."

"That's exactly it though! I just want this to be… ugh. Like I'm serious. It's not just post patrol adrenaline, or whatever."

Stephanie crows with delight, narrowly missing kicking Tim in the head as she sing songs, "oooh, you've really got it bad! I cannot wait to talk to Babs and Cass about this."

"What? Don't tell Babs!"

"Bold of you to assume she doesn't already know," Stephanie chirps cheerfully.

It's then, of course, that Tim's cell phone dings with a message from the one and only. A single, ominous :) and nothing else.

Tim suddenly understands Kon, feeling the desire to throw his arms in the air while loudly declaring, "Bats!" and stomp out of this obviously bugged room (and right into another, if he's being honest.)

#jaytim #jaytim fanfiction #astrix writes #tim: you can't all be on the whole killing me thing when i beat him up with a crowbar oncer remember #the batfam: oh yea that makes sense. trade off #the titans: twO WRONGS DONT MAKE A RIGHT????#gothamites smh

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awhitehead17 · 3 years

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100 ways to say I love you - TimKon edition:

Number 42: “Is this okay?”

Enjoy! :D

“Enough! Both of you, knock it off!”

Tim is nearly yanked off his feet when he’s pulled away from Kon by a hard tug on the back of his tunic. Once several feet away he’s forced to turn around and shoved in the back to create more distance between them.

Feeling the anger and adrenaline pumping through his body, Tim knows he isn’t quite done shouting at Kon for the stupid and reckless behaviour he’s shown that day, he attempts to turn back around to continue the shouting but is stopped when hands shove him further away.

“I mean it Tim, enough. We have a mission to complete and arguing isn’t helping anyone. Go for a walk and calm down!”

Snarling at Cassie, who had been the one to pull him away, he storms off in the opposite direction. Behind him he could hear Kon’s voice shouting in protest and Bart saying similar words Cassie had spoken to him.

As he walks, or more accurately stomps, Tim could feel his anger brewing inside of him and it makes him become more restless and agitated by the minute.

The Titans are on a mission, a simple recon to gather intel on a new potential compound location practically out in the middle of nowhere in the midst of a forest. The four of them had set up camp a few miles away from the compound and were stationed there for a few days so they could gather the needed data.

He and Kon have been at each other’s throats since the start of the mission. They’ve been continuously snippy with one another and it’s only escalated since. What started out as snide comments soon developed into petty arguments which quickly turned into shouting matches which then almost resulted to punches being exchanged if the others had not intervened.

Maybe it’s the stress of the mission? It’s causing Tim to go on edge to make sure everything is going according to plan. It may be the fact that he's tired and is borderline exhausted? He’s had very little sleep since this all started, and even less before the mission due to other things happening. Perhaps he's just reached a breaking point altogether and needs a major blow out?

Kon is the easiest person Tim can unload too, being his boyfriend and all, but with Kon also unloading onto Tim at the same time it’s causing them to clash and get stressed at one another which is resulting in them fighting instead.

Whatever. Tim can’t be bothered to try and use logic to work out his bad behaviour. They only have a day or two left of this mission and then they’ll be home and back to normality, he can work things out with Kon then.

Tim walks aimlessly through the forest for some time as it takes a while for him to calm down. Any time the argument comes back to him in passing thought Tim would only get riled up again and therefore take even longer to chill-out. This cycle repeats itself several times. By the time all of his energy has been exerted, he’s left feeling both mentally and physically drained and exhausted.

Once that tiredness hits him he heads back for camp. As he approaches a wave of anxiety hits him and he’s mindful to be cautious because he doesn’t know what scenario will be waiting for him when he returns.

Surprisingly the scene he walks in on is one of tranquillity. There's no tension in the air, at least that is until his presence becomes known. Bart and Cassie were sat together by a portable heater they’ve brought with them and some lamps, their stuff is scattered around along with some leftovers of food they’ve clearly had in his absence.

Tim becomes quickly aware of the Kon’s lack of presence. He doesn’t see his boyfriend anywhere in sight but that could be because of anything. He could be in the forest for some reason or he could be in one of the two tents they’ve set up.

Bart and Cassie notice him as he approaches. They stop their conversation and watch him wearily.

“Done with your temper tantrum?” Cassie snarks at him with raised eyebrows. She’s used to this as this certainly isn’t the first time he and Kon have had a fight. Unfortunately he doesn’t think it’ll be the last either.

Tim rolls his eyes and doesn’t comment.

Next to her, Bart frowns. “Dude, you’re like a brother to me and that’s why I say this with full honesty, but you do realise that you’re being the asshole this time round, right? Kon doesn’t deserve the shit you’ve been dishing out over the last few days.”

Tim sighs and puts his hand up to stop any further comments. “I know alright. At this point I can’t even remember what started it all. We’ll sort it out – I’ll sort it out.”

With no more words Tim makes his way to the tent he had been staying in. Their fights had even gotten to the point where they couldn’t stay in the same tent together over night, having to be separated because arguments would just occur in the middle of the night.

Tim changes out of his costume and into his sleep wear and looks at his sleeping bag on the floor. He knows he needs to talk to Kon, he knows they’ve been at each other’s throats but he does miss sleeping next to his boyfriend. Making a decision Tim exits his tent and makes his way over to the other one. Ignoring the curious gazes on his friends Tim quietly enters the tent and zips it up once he’s inside.

Sure enough in the tent he finds Kon lying on the floor curled up in his sleeping bag. Tim makes his way over to him and as carefully as he can moves the sleeping bag around to create space behind Kon and shuffles inside. The entire time Kon doesn’t either move or say anything so Tim proceeds with the action until he's spooning Kon.

Once he’s settled he speaks softly. “Is this okay?” If Kon really wants him gone then he’ll leave but since his boyfriend hasn’t yet protested there’s a little bit of hope flickering inside of Tim.

There's a moment of silence before a long sigh could be heard coming from Kon.

“No.”

The blunt word makes Tim stiffen up. Not knowing how to respond to that, Tim starts to pull away, creating space between their bodies and retracting his arms. However before he could start climbing out of the bag, Kon turns around and manhandles Tim so he’s lying on his other side and proceeds to wrap his own arms around Tim so their positions are reversed to make Kon the big spoon.

Tim allows Kon to manoeuvre them around and he couldn’t help the warmth that spreads through his body at the familiarity of the position. This is already the best Tim has felt in days. This is one of their favourite cuddling positions. The fact that Kon has initiated this position in particular has to mean something right?

“This is better.” Kon mumbles against his ear, squeezing his arms around Tim’s middle reassuringly.

Tim hums in agreement. He places his hands on top of Kon’s, intertwining their fingers together, and relaxes into the hold. “I’m sorry. Sorry for everything really. For being an asshole, treating you like shit, I’m just a mess at the moment and happen to be taking it out on you which isn’t fair and you don’t deserve that.”

Kon presses a kiss to his temple. “It’s okay. Well kind of, we need to talk about it properly but I accept your apology.”

Tim smiles softly feeling a little relived. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but thank you, and yes we probably should talk about it properly. Once we’re home I’ll make it up to you.”

“Hmm, that sounds nice. For now though we need to sleep. I know you haven’t slept all that much in the last few days, I certainly haven’t.”

“It has been a bit of a struggle.” Tim admits softly. The arms around him give him a comforting squeeze. “Hopefully tonight will be better, night Kon.”

“I’m sure it will be. Night Tim.”

#timkon #Tim Drake #Kon-El #100 ways to say i love you #idiots in love #miscommunication #bit angsty #petty arguments #they love each other really #fights #hurt and comfort #fluff #cuddles #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #fanfiction #also this is my 1500th post #how exciting haha

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neakco · 3 years

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The Lost Temple

Ao3 ch.2 Masterlist

Marinette and Adrien just wanted to find the temple and go back to pretending they were normal young adults.

Tim just wanted to find out what was going on for Batman and go back home.

Konner and Bart were just along for the adventure.

Neither group expected the other, nor did they expect the complications that followed.

Ch.1: Meetings

Marinette stepped carefully along the jungle floor as Adrien bounced through the trees. Every once and a while she would stop to examine a plant just as he would stop to listen.

Eventually he dropped down beside her without a sound.

“Are you sure this is the right area M'lady?”

“The monks said there were signs of people stopping around.”

“And them being worried about people snooping means this should be where we find the temple.” He nodded sagely before hopping back into the trees. “Did they ever decide to tell you at least what this temple is guarding?”

She shook her head as she stepped over a drowsing snake, “I only know that we need to find it first.”

Adrien hummed quietly before opening his mouth to taste the air.

“Anything?”

“Nothing new. We still have moss, damp, plant, running water and the normal animal smells.”

She sighed to herself, “keep up the good work Kitty, I know we'll find something eventually.”

She glanced around briefly for a flash of red that would indicate Tikki and Plagg returning. She wasn’t worried about being without their power source., not since the final battle. They had been something more than human for years now, but there was still something reassuring about the tiny gods' presence.

She looked up to see Adrien staring down a tiger and shook her head with silent laughter. So maybe he was a lot more cat than human. She thought back on everything as the tiger bowed to let her partner by.

All his physical abilities had been enhanced to the point she was jealous. Her strength had increased a little but for her it was the non-physical that had increased. Everything constantly in balance.

She brushed her hand along a small plant but still received nothing new, the temple either didn’t give off enough residual magic or it was still too far off.

As they continued their search the surrounding animals watched peacefully. They all knew better than to interfere with destruction and creation. It is almost a shame this protection didn’t extend to the trio following them stealthily.

“Rob, they are kids like us. Are you sure they're the ones B sent us after?”

Red Robin sighed, “Batman said he had picked up unusual activity and these two are the only ones we have seen.”

Kon grabbed a snake that was about to drop on Tim and gently tossed it back into the trees.

A small wind picked up as Bart came to a stop and offered them some burgers. “What did I miss?”

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose, “This is supposed to be a reconnaissance mission. Stealth.”

Bart laughed and moved to avoid a brightly coloured plant, “But that is so boring.”

“This was also a solo mission, you two weren’t invited. So please either leave or be quiet.”

Bart held out a mug of coffee that Tim accepted instantly.

“Fine, just cause chaos quietly.” He pulled out his binoculars again before putting them down to rub at his eyes. He would have sworn he saw the teens talking to some large bugs.

“I still don’t think they're dangerous.” Kon whispered almost to himself.

Tim really wondered some days why these were his best friends.

Tikki and Plagg hid quietly as Adrien grinned chaotically, “Plan mouse trap?”

Marinette returned the grin, “You know me so well Chaton.”

Tim was so close, just a little farther and he would be able to hear the teens.

Kon suddenly stuck out an arm to stop him.

“What?”

“I can’t see the guy anymore.”

Bart glanced around, “Isn’t he just in the treetops again?”

Tim reached for a weapon when a collapsible baton lightly smacked his wrist.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The blonde had somehow gotten behind them.

All three heroes turned but before any of them could react a rope dropped around Bart and pulled him to the ground.

“You heard my partner.”

The girl was fast. Tim couldn’t figure out how she had gotten to them so quickly, until he looked down. There were at least three more loops of rope. They had walked into a trap.

Kon looked to Tim for the signal to attack but Tim wanted more information.

The blonde dropped gracefully from the trees but skillfully kept the baton pointed at Tim. “Why are you following us?”

“Why have you been disturbing the jungle?” He countered.

The girl walked up to stand beside the blonde, “We haven’t disturbed anything.”

The blonde glared, “We’re only here because you have been digging around.”

“But we only just got here.” Bart spoke suddenly out of confusion.

Tim kind of wanted to hit him.

The girl and boy exchanged a look before speaking in a language Tim had never heard before finally the boy collapsed his staff and put it away.

He offered a hand to Kon while the girl untied Bart and gathered up the remaining rope traps.

“I think we have both suffered a misunderstanding.” The girl held out a hand to Tim, “Marinette.”

“Impulse.” Bart had moved to take her hand in a blink, “It is always a pleasure to meet a lovely lady.”

The blonde laughed as Kon finally accepted the handshake, “Adrien.”

“Superboy.”

Tim could see his friend putting more strength then necessary into his grip but the blonde, Adrien, didn’t even flinch. Interesting.

Since Bart hadn’t stopped shaking the girl’s hand yet he decided to cross his arms and smile as politely as he could. “Red Robin. May I ask what misunderstanding you think we've had?”

The girl, Marinette, pried her hand away from Bart before glancing back to spot the starring contest between Adrien and Konner.

“Kitty!” She scolded before turning back to him.

He watched Adrien smile innocently at Kon before sitting down at Marinette’s side.

“We were sent to investigate the activity in this area and put a halt to it if necessary. If you just arrived then you are likely not our target.”

“They're here for the same reason we are Red.” Bart grinned widely as he bounced up and down.

Tim wanted to growl in frustration but knew that was something only Batman could get away with, so he settled on pinching the bridge of his nose. “Impulse, we are only here to gather information. We are not supposed to interfere with anything without orders to do so.”

Marinette and Adrien exchanged another secretive glance before conversing in Mandarin.

“Do you think we could recruit them M'lady?”

“That’s up to them. It would be nice to have help searching though, this is a large jungle.”

“Do you think they can even help find the temple? Superboy is supposed to have x-ray vision but, well, magic.”

Impulse was pouting, “It’s not fair that I can’t understand you. In fact it’s rude. Isn’t it rude Red?”

“I'm sorry. We aren’t used to others around us being.. “ She paused for a moment.

“Friendly?” Adrien supplied.

“That's one word to describe them.” She grimaced.

“Helpful? Polite? Non-hostile? “ Adrien's grin kept getting wider but also slightly more malicious with each suggestion. “Smart? How about, not complete and utter assholes bent on dictating every breathe? I can keep going.”

She started laughing but she could feel the concern coming from the American heroes. “I think that's good Kitty, don’t want to scare them away.”

“Sorry Mari.”

She looked back to Red Robin and Impulse in front of her. “I am sorry, we were discussing working with you three if you wanted to. We would be able to cover more ground and hopefully locate our target in under a week.”

Superboy spoke upfront behind them, “Why mention my name and not the others?”

Adrien contorted to look at the floating boy, “I was wondering if you actually had x-ray vision and if it could be useful in the search.”

Marinette was proud of Adrien, neither of them were the best at lying, so it was nice to see Superboy accept his sincerity and not ask for more in depth details. Red Robin was a different matter entirely, she could see him analyzing them. So she held out her hand.

“What do you say Red, alliance?”

Tim stared a moment before reluctantly shaking, “Agreed. We can discuss the terms as we find a place to camp for the night.”

The two teens looked confused.

“Were you seriously planning to keep going? The sun is setting.”

“Don’t you have night vision goggle or something?” Adrien asked.

Tim was flabbergasted, did these two think that the dark was the only danger they faced. “I do, but this is a jungle. Most of the predators are nocturnal “ The two still looked confused so he elaborated, “I don’t want to be eaten.”

He watched their eyes slowly widened in understanding. Marinette hit a fist into her hand, “I had totally forgotten “

“Predators are a normal threat.” Adrien finished for her with a grin.

Tim eyed them suspiciously, he had been following them all day, and all day he had been avoid snakes and large sleeping felines. Were these two really that lucky to have not encountered anything or was there more going on?

Kon also eyed them suspiciously as moved to no longer be behind them. “How do you forget about predators? I am immune to their attacks and I still remember that they’re dangerous.”

Tim watched the duo have a silent conversation before Marinette sighed, “We forgot because there is nothing in nature that would attack us.”

He and his friends waited for one of them to say more but the duo just blinked at them.

He mentally pinched his nose, this was going to be a long mission. “You aren’t going to elaborate.”

“Nope.” The duo replied in perfect tandem.

Adrien grinned mischievous, “You need to earn the favour of our gods for that.”

Marinette planted her face into her hands, “Kitty, no.”

“Kitty yes.”

“How do we earn their favour? Do they take prayers, food offerings?” Bart asked excitedly.

Kon looked sharply towards Adrien as the boy laughed, “Depends on the food.”

“Camembert.” Kon supplied.

Tim blinked. What god would want that? Then he noticed that the duo had paled considerably. So Kon had either heard or saw something that led to that answer. Interesting.

Bart, of course, noticed nothing. “Ew, that cheese stinks. Cheese whiz is far superior.”

Tim and his friends all jumped as Marinette slapped Adrien hard enough in the chest to cause the boy a coughing fit. What the hell had he missed? It looked painful yet Adrien was smiling and thanking her. He filed this away to think about later.

“So are we making camp?” Marinette smiled sweetly at him.

It was official, Tim hated this mission.

I have the story finished it is just a matter of typing it all up and convincing myself not to scrap the epilogue. There should be 7 chapters in total.

Let me know your thoughts, I am happy to answer any questions that don't give away the plot.

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pricetagofficial · 3 years

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Beautiful -KK

Summary: You find out you’re pregnant with Kon’s child.

Pairing: Kon Kent x Reader

Word Count: 3496

Warnings: Language, FLUFF, birth, pregnancy related things, light-ish hints of the smut

Tag List: @kishony-the-geek @idkmanicantenglish @catxsnow

A/N: So this was a total bribe for Sara to do her work, and I did not expect it to get this long. I hope you all like it!

You stared at the tests that were laid out in front of you, all three of them had the same results. Positive. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You and Kon had always been safe when it came to sex, it was something the two of you had talked about months ago. You racked your brain, trying to think up a way that it was possible when it struck you. You and Kon were safe, except…

That day replayed in your mind in slow motion, it was just a normal day for the two of you. Both of you were home for the day, you didn’t have work and there was no crisis going on that needed his attention so you spent it together doing whatever you wanted.

Kon had woken up early and made breakfast, even going as far as bringing it to you in bed as he bent to wake you with sweet, soft kisses as you held in your giggles. Sitting up in the bed, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

He stood there with a tray in his hands and the goofiest smile on his face, “Morning Sunshine.”

You leaned up and pressed your lips to his once more, cupping his jaw with your hand while running your thumb over his skin. “Good morning handsome.” You replied, slowly pulling away from the kiss and glancing at the food in his hands.

“What’s all this for?” you asked, crossing your legs and looking up at him.

“It’s for the most beautiful person in the world.”

“If that’s for you, then why did you bring it here?” you grinned.

It was as if Kon mentally exploded at your words, his jaw dropped slightly and grinned as he set it aside. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he asked, leaning over you as he took your chin and made you look up at him.

“As a matter of fact, I think I’m hilarious.”

Kon took your waist and pulled you closer towards him so your legs hung off the edge of the bed. “Why don’t I remind you how beautiful you are.” He grinned leaning down to capture your lips in a chaste kiss that left you wanting for more.

His hands gripped your bare thighs as his lips left yours way too quick for your liking and placed soft kisses down your jaw and throat, making you whimper under his touch. Your hand went to his hair, gripping it tightly between your fingers as you felt his hands move higher up your legs, bunching up the large shirt you wore in the process.

He could hear your heartbeat seeding up as his hands went higher up and it made him grin, knowing that he had that effect of you. You tightened the grip on his hair when you felt him drag his teeth against the skin on your neck, letting out a needy moan.

“Kon... fuck.” You muttered, leaning into him more wanting to feel him against you.

You felt him chuckle against the skin of your neck. “Don’t worry Sunshine, we will.”

It had been just a month and a half since that day and you were feeling weird for only the last week or so. You thought that you were sick at first but then you started to notice other things and took it upon yourself to grab tests and figure this out. Kon was currently out on a mission and wasn’t supposed to be back until the end of the week, and that gave you plenty of time to figure out how to tell him. Picking up the tests, you threw them into the trash and washed your hands.

The first thing you needed to do was make sure that you were actually pregnant and weren’t getting false positives, it happened way too often and you wanted to be sure of it.

By the end of the next day, you had your results and you were for sure pregnant with Kon’s child and it was nearly impossible to hide your excitement. The first thing you did was go to a store and buy various items and a gift bag. Kon was supposed to be back the next night and you were going to have it all planned out, down to the tee.

The gift bag rested on the table with curled ribbon tied onto it, while you sat there waiting for Kon to walk in the door. It was needless to say that you were nervous, the topic of kids had come up and you both wanted one but in the future. Seemed like life had other plans for you.

Hearing the doorknob turn, your head shot up and you rose to your feet as you fixed the bright blue dress you wore unable to keep the wide smile off your face. The door opened and in he walked, the look on his face was exhausted but quickly brightened up at the sight of you with dinner on the table and a gift bag set in the middle.

Dropping his back, he ran over and picked you up in his arms and swung you around making you squeal in delight. The second he set you down, his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. A week and a half away from you was way too long for him, Kon hated being away from you. You were his literal ray of sunshine that never ceased to brighten his day.

Your hands gripped the edges of his leather jacket, pulling him closer to you as you smiled against his lips. “I missed you.” You mumbled.

“I can tell Sunshine, but not as much as I missed you.” He grinned, and kept you close to him. “Dinner smells great. But what’s with the bag?”

You pulled out of his hold and held it out to him, “It’s a surprise. You can open it now or later whichever you want.”

Kon gave you a side glance as he took the bag and pulled the ribbon and tissue paper out of the bag, dropping it to the floor. Reaching in, he pulled out a small piece of cloth. It was blue, the same shade as your dress and his suit. Unfolding it, he saw that it was a onesie with the iconic ‘s’ on the front. He peeked over at you with a confused look on his face.

“Uh, Sunshine this looks to be a little too small for me.” He said.

“Conner Kent, just look at the rest of the stuff.” You scolded with a smile; you would have thought he picked up on it immediately but apparently not.

Setting the onesie aside, he pulled out an envelope that had his name on it. Setting the bag down, he opened the envelope and pulled out the card inside it. The front had the word ‘Surprise!’ on it, and when he opened it and saw what was inside his heart nearly stopped.

There, taped under your beautiful handwriting was a sonogram with a circle around what was going to be your future child.

You watched as Kon froze in his spot, looking at the onesie then back to the picture over and over as his brain tried to process it. “You’re pregnant?” he asked, looking at you finally.

Giving him a nod, the biggest smile grew on his face as he pulled you into a tight hug as he laughed. “I’m going to be a dad!” he cried and swung you around again before quickly putting you down.

“Shit, I didn’t hurt him doing that right?” he asked looking down at your still flat stomach then your eyes.

You giggled. “No, and how do you know it’s a him?”

“I just know, I have that sense.” He grinned and kissed you once more.

A couple weeks passed and you were starting to show, and it was getting hard to hide the fact that you were pregnant. You were almost into your second trimester and that was the time you and Kon had decided to tell his family along with yours and your friends.

The great thing about Kon’s family is that Clark, Lois and the others all accepted you with open arms the second they met you and were more than ecstatic to hear the news that you were expecting. Your parents however, they were not Kon’s biggest fans. It was the leather jacket and the haircut; they were worried that he would hurt you somewhere down the line.

You were their little girl, of course it was hard for them to swallow the fact that you were pregnant but they were happy none the less and even offered to help you with anything you might need financial wise.

Telling your friends was an adventure in itself, because Kon was part of the Titans you were friends with a lot of the members. When you told them, Cassie screamed in delight and ran over to hug you making the others laugh. Bart and Tim smiled and gave you both their congratulations, patting Kon on the back with a laugh.

But not everything went to plan, half way through your second trimester you were put on bed rest. Growing a super baby inside you was taking its toll on your body so you needed all the rest you could get. Of course, Kon never left your side doing anything you needed in a heartbeat. Even if it was to get up and go pee for the eighth time that night, he was up and carrying you there and back to make sure you were under the least amount of stress.

Rolling onto your side, you felt him wrap his arms around you and rested them on your now visible bump. He rubbed it softly with his thumb, as it lulled you to sleep. Peeking over Kon saw that you were out cold and smile.

He then leaned over and pressed a kiss to your bump. “I can’t wait to meet you Conner Junior, just know that mommy and daddy love you very much.” He smiled and held you close to him once more as fell asleep holding his world in his arms.

You were sitting on the couch, watching TV and eating a bowl of your favorite ice cream covered in hot sauce, tapping softly on your stomach one day when you felt it. You thought you were crazy, but you looked down and there it was. What seemed to be a little foot was pressing against your swollen belly and almost slid the bowl off of you.

“Kon! Quick get in here!” you called.

At the speed of light, he was at your side with a worried look on his face. “What is it Sunshine? Are you hurt?” he asked quickly as he knelt next to you.

You shook your head, instead you pointed down to your stomach. “Watch.” You grinned.

Kon sat there and watched as you started to tap the spot again softly, when he too saw it. The same little foot pressed against your belly and he grinned widely. “That’s so cool, but creepy as fuck.” He chuckled.

“Language Conner Kent, he can hear you.” You scolded.

“I know, I can kind of hear him too.” He smiled, placing a hand on your stomach and feeling the foot under his large hand. “I’ve been able to hear his heartbeat the whole time, it’s the coolest thing ever.” He explained.

You jolted forward as you felt a hard kick to your stomach with a laugh. “I think he likes the sound of your voice.” You smiled. Kon lit up and kissed your belly, resting his head on it carefully as he listened to the heartbeat of your unborn child.

“He’s going to be so spoiled.”

“We haven’t even picked out names.” You commented.

“I was thinking we could name him CJ, Connor Junior.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes. “We are not naming our baby Connor Junior.” You laughed, running your fingers through his hair. Oddly enough though, the name had stuck and you both were calling your baby CJ even though you never found out the gender. Your baby had a habit of hiding themselves from the ultrasound so you could never get a clear picture to know for sure so you and Kon decided that you would just wait until the baby was born.

When your baby shower rolled around, Kon was kicked out of the house by Lois, your mother and even Cassie and Steph. All four of them promised to take care of you and told him to go out and have fun with Bart and Tim before the baby came. The party had gone off without a hitch, everything went smoothly and you sat down the entire time so you wouldn’t strain yourself or the baby.

The entire time, everyone was dying to try and feel your stomach to see if they could feel him move but it seemed that the only person little CJ moved for was Kon, and no one else.

You were now in your third trimester and you could not be more miserable. You were fat, bloated and had to pee every ten minutes. Deep down, you knew that Kon was probably as irritated as you were but he never showed it.

Truth be told, you both were scared to be parents. It was only weeks away by this point and the reality that you were going to have a baby was hitting you hard. Nothing was going to be the same after you gave birth, but you were still excited. But no one was more excited than Kon.

Every ten minutes, he asked you if you felt like the baby was coming. You knew this was how he was handling his nerves, but it was still kind of cute. He had been so supportive of you, making sure you stayed relaxed as he rubbed your shoulders, your back and even bathed with you just so you would relax with him. Seeing you so big and carrying his child no less, it was the coolest thing in the world to him. Whenever he talked to Tim, all he mentioned was you and the baby. You never would have thought that your boyfriend would get baby fever like this, but it was adorable.

When the day came, you were not ready. At all.

You had just gotten comfortable on the bed finally when you felt a little odd. You didn’t have to pee, yet you felt like you had just gone in your pants. Slowly you sat up and saw that you were sat in a puddle of fluid, and you went into shock.

The one day Kon went to the store, to find you those chili covered mango pops, was when your water broke. You took a deep breath and grabbed your phone dialing the first number on your list.

“Hey Sunshine, I just found those mango pops of yours. Is everything okay?”

“Uh, Kon I think my water just broke.” You muttered.

There was silence on the other end, it seemed that Kon was in shock but you had no idea. “Kon? Conner?” you asked.

There was a scuffle before you heard him speak again. “I am on my way, don’t move. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

You nodded and winced as you felt the first contraction, it hurt but there was nothing you could do about it. Sitting on the bed, you tried to reach for your shoes but they were just out of your reach. With a huff, you carefully slid down to the ground and grabbed them before pulling them onto your feet.

Kon ran in to see you struggling to get your shoes on, and ran over to help you. He picked you up with ease and carried you out to the car where the overnight bag was already waiting for you and he sped to the hospital.

You gripped his hand tightly as he drove, the contractions getting more and more painful. The good news was that you didn’t live far from the hospital, and was there in no time. Once he parked, Kon picked you up and carried you in.

The doctors saw you coming and had a chair ready to take you back to prep you for labor, and Kon never left your side and never let go of your hand. You were lying in the bed, holding his hand tightly, as another contraction passed. It was a good thing he was indestructible, or you would have broken his hand by this point.

When it came time to push, Kon held you in his arms muttering how good you were doing.

“Why don’t you push a mini you out of your fucking uterus as I sit there and tell you that you’re doing a good job.” You snapped, making him chuckle.

“You can get me back for this later, just keep pushing.”

“I’ll push you out a window Conner Kent!” you screamed, “I am never having sex with you again!”

He rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to your temple as you gave one final push and heard the small cries of your baby fill the room after 9 hours of labor.

Exhausted and covered in sweat, you leaned back against the bed as Kon pressed a kiss to your lips. “You did so good Sunshine, you did it.” He said softly, cupping your cheek.

You raised your hand and flipped him off with a grin. “Fuck you Kent.” You chuckled as the both of you looked to see a nurse stand and hand you your baby.

“Congrats, it’s a girl.” The nurse smiled as you took your child in your arms.

She had the slightest tufts of black hair, that stuck off the top of her head as she curled into your embrace. It was then the tears left your eyes as you held your baby girl for the first time. Gently, you ran a thumb over her cheek and kissed the top of her tiny head before you looked at Kon.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Well, she is half you.” He smiled, looking down at the little baby.

“She is half you as well Kon, don’t forget.” You smiled.

“We still need a name for her, Connor Junior won’t exactly work.” He chuckled, running his fingers over the black hairs on the top of her head.

“What about Ella?” you asked.

Kon smiled and watched as your little girl cried softly. He took her from your arms and held her close to his chest, the baby quieting down as she heard his voice speak softly to her. “What do you think sweetheart, do you like Ella too?” he asked, bouncing her softly.

The baby let out small coos, as if she was agreeing with him. You could see from that moment, Kon would be wrapped around her tiny little finger ready to do anything for her. You watched as the nurse took little Ella and cleaned her up before placing a pink bow on her head and wrapping her tightly in a blanket.

You had gotten cleaned up as well and was watching Kon as he walked around holding your little girl tightly in his arms, to keep her safe from the world around you. He bounced her softly, as he talked to her muttering under his breath things that you didn’t hear.

A few days later, you and Kon were able to take your little girl home and it turned out she had the biggest blue eyes to match his. Kon just about melted when he saw them for the first time, gazing up at him with curiosity.

You had made dinner that night and went to go tell Kon that it was ready when you found him asleep on the couch with Ella on his chest out cold. Your heart melted at the sight, and took a picture before sending it to Clark and Lois.

Carefully, you walked over and kissed his cheek waking him from his slumber. He looked around and smiled as he saw your face looking down at him. “Well if it isn’t the light of my life.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes and carefully picked up the little baby and set her in the travel crib. “Food is done, come eat.” You smiled, helping him off the couch. Once he was on his feet, Kon pulled you towards him and kissed you deeply.

“I love you (Y/N),” he smiled softly, looking down at you with the same eyes your daughter had.

You smiled back and leaned into him. “I love you too Connor.”

“Did you mean what you said when you told me you’re never sleeping with me again?” he asked, only to get punched in the arm.

“Keep it up and I will.” You grinned.

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elareine · 4 years

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Jason is like the best mom friend to his brother's friends. Some of them probably bunk in Jason's apartment when they're in Gotham.

I have no idea if you meant this as a prompt or not, but headcanon accepted. Thank you @yeats-nana for looking this over <3

Okay, so he got a headstart with Dick’s friends, which is only natural, seeing how some of them were on his team for a while.

(“Always will be, Jaybird,” Roy says, and Jason only rolls his eyes a little.)

No one actually likes staying at the manor, so it made sense that they crash in his safehouse-warehouse-apartment-club thingie instead. It gets bad enough that he grudgingly converts three rooms into guest rooms and doubles up on his groceries, just in case.

He picks up Bart by accident. Something blurs past him, and he reaches out by habit, grabbing whoever it was by the arm and stopping them in their tracks. It’s a neat trick, even if it always makes him feel like his arm socket is getting chewed on by Krypto.

Honestly, he expected Wally. But that’s a significantly less amount of human dangling from his hand. “The fuck?”

“Hey, you! Let Bart go!”

Oh, he’s seen that particular combo of bad boy looks and himbo vibes before. “You’re Drake’s clone boy, aren’t you?”

“He totally is,” the speedster still in his grasp—Bart—agrees equitably. “Hey, you’re Jason, right? Is that pizza you’re carrying? Can we come with and have some? Because I’m starving.”

Jason’s so flabbergasted that they know who he is and don’t immediately, like, try to kill him for what he did to the replacement (which—fair) that he completely forgets to object when they invite themselves in. And then call someone called Cassie to come over, but not bat-Cassie, which just makes things needlessly confusing.

Apparently, once the kids decide you’re the ‘cool brother’ (and Jason will never let Dick forget that), they never leave. Whenever it’s field-trip-to-Gotham time, or whatever they do when they’re here, they stay at his place. As a consequence, he sees a lot more of replacement—Tim, these days. The kid seems to think it’s the funniest thing that ever happened to him.

It’s not bad. It’s not bad, at all.

(He could do without being asked for relationship advice by teenagers deep in the throes of puberty, though.)

Steph tags along one day and just never leaves. Jason has no idea what her deal is, but he likes having her around and is more than happy to have her study in his living room. At least someone in this family is taking education seriously.

And Jason thinks that’s it. It’s more than enough, honestly. Everyone is pretty good about leaving him be when he actually needs some privacy; it’s still a lot.

Until he finds a miserable looking Superboy, Version Two, curled up on a roof.

Jason takes a second to put his guns away and double-check his hands for blood. Then he approaches cautiously. “Hey, Jon, right?”

The boy startles. For a second, his eyes glow red before he visibly calms himself down. “Oh, hey, you’re Robin’s brother! “

Jason tries not to sigh. “Yeah, I guess. What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to meet up with Dames, but he’s not back yet.”

It takes a moment for Jason to connect ‘Dames’ with the Robin who tried to stab him two days ago, and not in a playful way.

“You could wait for him at the manor,” he suggested.

Jon looks down. “I might fall asleep.

“And?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Uh.” The kid shuffles awkwardly in place. “Sometimes I get bad dreams, and when I wake up I don’t—”

Right. Superpowers.

“How about you stay over at my place?” Jason hears himself ask. “The rooms are Roy Harper-proof, you should be fine.”

Wide blue eyes stare at him in confusion.

“It means they can withstand anything you can throw at them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, your brother stays over all the time, he tried to break them before. You can text him if you want to.”

But Jon perks up. “Oh, if Kon stays there, it should be fine! Thank you!”

(Jason plans to have a talk with Jon about that in the morning. Really, he gets that the kid is superpowered and doesn’t have to fear much, but you should not go home with a stranger! What if Jason was more of a villain?)

By the time Jason gets them home and shows Jon his room for the night, the kid is already half-asleep. Man, was he ever that young?

“Dames might stop by later,” he tells Jason, just before falling face-first into bed. His next words are distorted by the pillow, but still audible. “It’s okay when he’s there, you know. It never gets bad then.”

Christ. “Okay. Good night.”

He texts Dick to let him know what happened, and as soon as he gets the number from his, Lois. Because Superman is off-planet right now, but he is not the terrifying one in that marriage.

(Little does he know it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Lois is not one to let contacts with knowledge about organized crime go to waste.)

So really, this is it. Roy and Kori drop by frequently, Tim’s gang less so, and Jon likes to drag Damian along for visits. Steph has started paying rent. (Jason doesn’t have the heart to tell her he’s his own landlord because the old one was exploiting minors and had to be dealt with.) He’s cooking for three or more people most weekends, which is as he likes it.

And then, one sunny afternoon, the doorbell rings.

Jason frowns, because—no one really does that anymore. So he’s cautious all the way down the stairs, opening the door in person, just to find a slightly awkward looking Duke Thomas standing there, clutching a backpack.

“Hi.”

Duke draws himself up. “Stephanie said you’re good at tutoring and I—I might need some help. To keep my grades up.”

And fuck, it’s not like Jason can say no to that. As far as he knows, Duke is a straight-A student.

He steps to the side and lets his brother inside. “C’mon in, then. I was just preparing lunch. Hope you like alambres.”

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verymuchimmortalcat · 3 years

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Maribat March Day 27: Contest and Day 28: Young Justice

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Adrien was bored. The girls had all gone to Anita’s house for a sleepover. Snapper and Ray were doing whatever they do when they’re free. Kon was watching TV. Heaven knows where Slobo is. Tim was in Gotham and was supposed to return the next day. Bart was probably somewhere around.

Usually, he’d just go patrol in Paris but Marinette had the horse miraculous and Slobo had taken off with the supercycle.

The thing with leaving a sunshine childlike Adrien alone with the god of destruction is, it usually leads to chaos. And Plagg was always happy to cause some destruction.

“You could create an obstacle course of sorts, get all your friends to compete when they return.”

“How exactly am I supposed to build an obstacle course all on my own, Plagg?”

“That’s simple. Take the fast one’s help.”

Adrien frowned, “Bart has a name y’know.”

“Eh.”

“But that’s not a bad idea. C’mon Plagg let’s go find Bart and see if he wants to help.”

.oOo.

Bart was more than willing to help. Together, the two of them created an obstacle course spanning around the grounds of the mansion. They might’ve worked on it well into the night but it’s not like Bart had any plans on sleeping and Adrien didn’t mind sacrificing his sleep for a good cause. This was going to be. so. much. fun.

Bart probably did about 90% of the work with Adrien helping everywhere that he could. By the time they had finished Bart had been tired enough to take a short nap and Adrien had fallen asleep the second his head hit the pillow.

Adrien was awoken the next morning by Marinette yelling. He caught onto only the tail end of what had probably been a very long lecture.

“-GONE FOR ONE DAY, WHY IS THERE A WHOLE OBSTACLE COURSE OUTSIDE?”

Adrien ran down immediately. Marinette was standing in the centre and screaming with Tim next to her, who was probably waiting for her to finish so he could offer his own lecture. He must have returned around the same time as the girls. Cissie and Traya had tagged along with the others, and were standing to the side trying to hide their amusement. Cassie had probably finished her piece since she was standing of to the side. Anita looked like she wished she could vanish. Greta looked lost. Slobo had reappeared at some point and was laughing out loud. Adrien could see Kon flying around outside, checking the course out, from the windows. Bart was standing in the centre trying to explain to Marinette how it was a genius plan.

Adrien joined Bart instantly.

“Mariiii, it’ll be fun. We can have a contest.”

Marinette glares at him, “How much of this was Plagg’s idea?”

Adrien grinned sheepishly, “all of it?”

Snapper walked in at that moment, saw all of them and Bart and Adrien’s masterpiece, sighed and walked out.

“I don’t think a contest is a good idea,” Tim added.

“But Tiiim, it’ll be fun. All of us can compete and Traya can be the judge,” Bart whined.

“Fine. Whatever.”

Bart cheered and ran outside to tell Kon.

.oOo.

About ten minutes later, they were all outside. Dressed in their suits, with the exception of Cissie. It had taken Bart and Adrien ten minutes to convince all of them to participate. Bart and Adrien’s obstacle course was complicated enough that it could be used for military training. They had made it compulsory to complete everything properly because most of them had super powers. Just before Traya told them to start Adrien realised they had never set down any rules about cheating. This might not be as fun as he initially thought.

Two minutes in and he already regretted not forbidding cheating. Bart was constantly being thwarted by Kon who had decided Bart had an unfair advantage of both his speed and his knowledge of the course. Marinette had already used her yoyo twice to throw him behind her. Adrien was sure that this was beyond her wanting to. Anita and Cassie were only occasionally bothering the other. Greta and her whole incorporeal-ness made sure she was nowhere to be found but Adrien had seen her there when they had started. Cissie and Tim not being superpowered were neither bothered by the others nor bothering the others. If everyone else didn’t already have someone to bother they probably would have concentrated on the two non-super powered heroes but Kon was busy with Bart and Marinette was annoyed enough to be petty, and neither Cassie nor Anita were likely to do so. It might eventually happen, though. Adrein doesn’t know anymore. Slobo had ignored all rules and was using the supercycle to finish the course.

Adrien tried to look around once more for Greta when he felt Marinette’s yoyo wrap around him again. That’s it. He’s playing dirty too. Extending his staff, he knocks Marinette out mid-swing. The annoyance on her face makes it worth it, until she smirks at him. Adrien knows that expression has seen it on her face several times right before she takes down an akuma. He’s pretty sure the only thing she won’t resort to now is murder. He vaults away as fast as he can, hoping his head start lasts a while.

.oOo.

Greta wins in the end. No one’s necessarily surprised. While Slobo had reached first he didn’t do any of the tasks so Traya had decided it didn’t count and had ignored his grumbling. Greta had managed to do what required actually moving around physical objects and had pretty much phased her way through everything else. Traya had decided that counted since everyone else was too busy cheating. Predictably Tim and Cissie had come in as second and third.

After Traya picks the winners, Cassie tells Bart and Adrien to clean up their mess. She ignores all their protests and forces them to clean up.

They finish cleaning up a few hours later. The rest of the team is just hanging around when they come back. Ray had apparently come back in the few hours they had been gone. Bart bursts into the room a few seconds later with a blueprint for the next obstacle course.

His declaration is met with a chorus of groans and Adrien hears Plagg cackling from his pocket.

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sweet-sammy-kisses · 3 years

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Stars In Your Eyes Chapter 1

For the @jaytimweek Day 1: Space Pairing: JayTim Rating: Mature Notes: I had hoped to have this done completely but health and my muse wanting to make it longer derailed those plans but I love JayTim in space to much to quit. Warnings: One scene of suicide and talk of victim blaming. Summary: Tim along with his friends take to the stars for a "short" break and mission only to decide to stay. When the Outlaws begin looking for them it becomes a chase among the stars as Jason and Tim take on an interesting and unique way of flirting. You can also read it on AO3

After a fallout between him, Dick, Bruce and the others Tim had set out to prove that he could fly on his own only there were those who wouldn't let him, his true family vowed to be with him every step he took.

Staring out the window there were days that Tim could hardly believe that this was his life now. To see the stars and planets up close. To see nebulas colours twisting and twirling around one another creating sights to behold.

"These are the voyages of Young Justice, seeking out those who would harm the innocent and basically just be jerks. To kick some ass and save the day while looking awesome as we do it."

A long-drawn-out sigh escaped Tim as he heard Bart start to narrate their day again, "I should have never let you watch Star Trek." Tim muttered into his hand.

Conner let out a laugh at Tim's comment, "Dude, you made us sit through and watch Star Trek and Star Wars so we could see how epic they were and get our opinions on which franchise is better." Tim's so-called best friend reminded him.

And okay Conner was right about that once Tim learned that neither Bart nor Conner had seen either Star Wars or Star Trek he had made it his mission to change that and now he was regretting it so much.

Tim had hoped when he found Bruce that things would change, that Dick would take apologize for his actions, would want him back as his little brother. Would stand beside him and speak to the Justice League that he was wrong as were they for turning their backs on a teenager who had lost everyone he loved.

But none of that happened.

Tim knew that Dick had a lot on his plate, stepping up to be Batman as well as raise the demon brat but he thought that Dick had missed him as much as he had missed his big brother but he had hardly spoken to him.

That added salt to the open wounds Tim was still carrying. So when a Raven suggested that Tim take a much-needed break one that would do Kon and Bart good as well, coming back from the dead could mess a person up and it was best that they take some time to heal.

Plus no one was brave enough to say no to Raven, if she wanted you to take a break you would even if that break ended up being in a demon demission.

Bart still had his hidden space ship and Tim had seen how much Jason enjoyed being out here and it had truly helped him to control his pit madness.

It was supposed to be a two-week trip then they ended up helping stop kidnapping and then they saved a planet from being enslaved and then something else came up and now they had been in space for six months and none of them were in a hurry to head home.

Somehow they had managed to become Space Vigilantes.

And as Tim glanced around looking at Bart, Conner, Cassie, Cass and Helena looking at home on the ship and then done to Dex-Starr that was purring away on his lap Tim realized that it had been years since he felt this at peace.

Jason had always thought that he was going to remain the black sheep of the Wayne family he never thought that his perfect replacement would tell Bruce and Dick to go screw themselves, give up his claim to the Wayne name and take off with his best friends into parts unknown.

Of course, that didn't mean that just because Tim was done with them it didn't mean they were done with Tim of course it had taken three months Tim returning to take Cass and Helena with him before it sunk in their "family" thick heads that Tim was serious he wasn't coming back. So when Oracle failed in hiding them they turned to their last resort.

A loud laugh escaped Jason as he stared at the face of his so-called brother, "You want me to help you find the kid that you tossed aside for the demon child who tried to kill him more than I did? Who from the moment he arrived used Timmy as his verbal, emotional and physical punching bag and to this day still does. You have got to be kidding me Dickface. Tim did the smart thing and the healthy thing to get away from that toxic and I ain't dragging the kid back to it."

Jason couldn't understand Dick when it had been him riding the pit madness and Talia's poisons whispers in his ear trying to kill Tim Dick had been protective and willing to go one on one with Jason but when it was Damian he was basically victim-shaming Tim into not being okay with Damian's treatment of him.

A sigh escaped a tired-looking Dick and Jason would have felt sorry for him if this wasn't of his own making. And if he hadn't seen the damage Damian's treatment and Dick, Bruce and even Alfred's lack of setting boundaries first hand.

Jason had been searching for Tim for a while. He wanted to make amends with the younger man. He had heard about the fallout between Replacement and the rest of the Bats but the last thing he expected was to see Tim standing on top of Wayne Enterprise's arms spread out wide as he took a step off of the ledge and let himself fall.

Jason could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he forced himself to go faster, he couldn't be late he had to catch Tim. Too much blood had been spilt and he wouldn't let another Robin die.

Once he had Tim in his arms did Jason remember how to breathe. Landing on the nearby roof Jason ripped off his helmet, "What the hell was that replacement?"

Haunted blue eyes looked up at him, "Why did you save me, Jason?"

At that moment Jason felt like he was back in his coffin.

The look in Tim's eyes and the lack of emotions still haunted Jason to this day and he might not be able to do much but he can keep Tim safe.

"Look Jason, I get that things haven't been easy for Tim but it is time that he got past his tantrum and returned home." Dick couldn't understand why Tim was acting like this and to make matter worse Raven and Gar were refusing to talk to him about Tim and about allowing Damian onto the team.

Frustrated that they were just going around in circles Jason ran a hand through his hair, "Look Dickie I know firsthand what training with the league was right and I know the demon brat had it rough but until you set boundaries for him, ones that include not trying to kill his brother, or using him as an emotional and physical punching bag I ain't helping you find Timbit."

Dick fell to his automatic defence, "Damian has changed and Tim is older." He winced at the look not only Jason gave him but also Roy and Kory. "Look I know Damian can be a little much but he has changed so much."

"No one is denying that you haven't worked wonders with the brat but you are still blind to how he treats Tim and that isn't healthy." Jason countered.

"Also have you gotten around to fixing Tim's standing in the hero community or is he still called the insane Robin?" Roy spoke up he had experienced firsthand what it was like to be the black sheep of the hero community, to hear the whispers and judgemental eyes watching your every move waiting for you to screw up and he refused to let Tim go through that as well.

The wince that crossed Dick's face was answer enough.

A soft sigh escaped Kory as she looked at her one-time love, "Dick, there is no denying that you had much to handle when we thought Bruce was lost from wearing the cowl to raising an abused boy that you let Tim slip through the cracks. Tim had lost so many in his life in a short time that losing Robin, his place in the community and his big brother all at once has left deep scars that have yet to heal."

Jason and Roy saw the effect that Kory's words had on Dick as he looked ashamed, "He had me." Dick whispered.

"Did he?" Jason demanded. "Because I remember he had a big brother that told him a neglected and abused teen that he needed to take the kill attempts, the verbal and emotional abuse from Damian because he was older. Because Damian's horrible upbringing somehow made Tim invalid. That he as the victim should just take it because how dare he wants to feel safe in a place he once thought of as home with the people he thought of as family. Only to be tossed aside and ignored as he was repeatedly attacked. Until you can look me in the eye and tell me that you have talked to Damian and the rest of the heroes I won't be helping you find Tim." With that, Jason cut the communication with Dick.

Letting out a sigh Jason relaxed back into his chair.

"So what are we doing?" Roy asked.

They had heard rumours of a bunch of teens, teens that happened to match the description of a certain team of young heroes who had taken off for a mission only once it was completed they sent back a message that they were staying in space helping out others and they weren't that far away.

Opening his eyes Jason's lips curved up into a smile as he purred out, "We have a bird and his flock to hunt."

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queerbutstillhere-writes · 4 years

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Day 1 - Tim’s Birthday

“Tim, can you go grab me the bandages?”

“Yeah, sure B.”

Listen, Tim was glad that Damian was back safe. He was glad they had found the boy before he had gotten any worse injuries(though how he could be in worse shape then he’s in right now, Tim wasn’t sure). He may not get along with Damian the best, but he was still the kids brother, in their own fucked up way.

So he was trying to not feel too upset about it.

It’s not like his birthday was an important thing that he waited for every year. It’s fine.

Besides, birthdays hadn’t even been that big of a thing until he came to Bruce’s. Maybe he had cake or something on his birthday, or if his parents were home they might go out to dinner. But it’s not like he had huge birthday parties or anything. So why was this such a big deal? It was fine. It was more important that Damian was home safe. Right?

It’s not like this was his 17th birthday, and he had been hoping it would be a little more special. It wasn’t like this was his 17th birthday, and he had been planning to tell Bruce about his boyfriends.

He’d survive.

He helped Bruce rebandage Damian’s chest, the kid still mostly in a coma, he woke up occasionally, but was never fully lucid, just mumbled different things and was able to relay where he was in the most pain.

He didn’t know why he was hoping that Bruce would bring it up, but it became clear he had forgotten when after, he just thanked Tim, kissed him on the forehead and then sat down beside Damian with a laptop.

Tim sighed softly and called a soft goodnight, turning to walk back upstairs, ready to crash after a long night of patrols and a disappointing evening.

So that’s just what he did. He took a shower and then collapsed into bed in a t-shirt that was more than likely Kon’s. It still smelled like him too, so who was Tim to complain. He just curled sprawled out under the bright yellow poofy duvet Bart had dumped into his room one day and refused to take home, one of the only splashes of color in the fairly dull, impersonal room.

He tossed and turned for a while before fully passing out, letting himself slip into dark night terrors with no plot or escape.

Just another night sleeping for Tim Drake.

He was in for quite a surprise when he woke up.

Well, not quite as much of a surprise as the person he ended up flipping off the side of his bed, but honestly what did they expect from him? He was highly sensitive, even in his sleep.

The squeal and solid thump got him to wake the rest of the way up, and he sat up, looking down at the floor beside his bed to find a figure sprawled on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.

“Ow!” they complained.

“Bart?!”

The teen grinned at him, sitting up.

“Hi babe.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

Bart just hopped up and immediately launched himself on top of Tim, knocking him back down to the bed with a grunt.

“What are you doing here?” Tim groaned as Bart shifted to get comfortable, lying on top of him.

“Well, we wanted to surprise you, but Kon had to stop and help some people along the way so I was supposed to come ahead and make sure you stayed in bed,” they responded, chin on Tim’s chest.

“Surprise me?”

Tim easily rolled Bart under him, ruining the other’s work to getting comfortable on top of him.

“Yeah!” Bart just grinned at him, reaching up to put their arms around Tim’s neck.

“Why?”

Another grin was his answer, as well as a soft kiss. Tim just rolled his eyes and accepted this, giving Bart a few soft kisses before falling sideways and reaching for his phone. Bart immediately cuddled up to his back, forehead against his spine. Tim didn’t fight it, just opened his phone and suddenly realized why Bart wanted to surprise him, when he found texts from some of his friends, wishing him a Happy Birthday. He smiled softly, quickly texting them back and setting his phone down, just as the window popped open on its own. Both sat up to look at it, and watched as one Superboy tumbled through the window, or well, former Superboy. He looked up and found them watching, and gave a sheepish grin, quickly latching the window behind him before kicking off his boots. Tim watched as he walked over, dumping off unnecessary parts of his uniform as he walked, then slipping into the bed next to them, hovering over Tim slightly.

“Happy Birthday, beautiful,” he murmured softly before kissing him.

Tim just relaxed into it, grinning slightly. Then he pushed Kon away, wrinkling his nose.

“You smell like soot.”

“Yeah, sorry. There was this really big fire and I stopped to help.”

“I told you,” Bart murmured sleepily.

They both chuckled at them, and then Kon looked back at Tim.

“Got any birthday wishes, birthday boy?”

Tim frowned, glancing away as the memory of what was happening with his family came back to the front of his mind.

“Eh, not really?”

“He’s lying,” Bart inputted, rolling so they were pushed up on one elbow, looking over at Tim with a raised eyebrow.

“Of course he’s lying, but if he really ain’t gonna tell us, we’ll just have to take matters into our own hands.”

Tim rolled his eyes at Kon, pushing at him.

“Get up, ya big oaf. I know it’s noon, but some of us have to eat breakfast yet.”

“Can we get second breakfast, then?”

Tim laughed, looking over at the speedster.

“Yes, you can get second breakfast.”

Bart cheered for joy, jumping up and zipping to Tim’s closet. They returned within seconds with a pair of black shorts and a short sleeve black striped button up.

“Come on, get dressed,” Bart urged, holding the clothes out. “Or I’ll do it for you. . . Actually maybe I should do it anyway, that’d be a lot faster-”

“Bart, calm down and come here,” Kon said with a laugh, grabbing Bart with his TTK and pulling them over to sit in his lap.

The two patiently waited - as patient as those two get, anyway - while Tim changed, a little stiff from sleep still. Once he was dressed and had fussed with his hair a bit to soothe down the tangles and cowlicks, he turned to them. Kon gave a little wolf whistle, grinning from where he had his chin on Bart’s shoulder.

“Hmm, handsome as ever.”

“Thanks. Now let’s go get food before Bart withers away and dies.”

Bart cheered and jumped up, scooping Tim up easily and rushing out his bedroom door. But instead of taking him to the kitchen like usual, he went straight to the dining room and plopped Tim down in his usual seat.

Except the dining room was completely black, only the slight spark shower lighting it up.

“Bart?” Tim asked, glancing behind him to where the speedster had already disappeared through the kitchen room. “You could’ve at least turned on the lights beforehand.”

Tim had no sooner started to stand then the door flew open and the lights flicked on. Tim flinched away from the brightness, then focused on the door, finding a couple people trailing through it in a procession, carrying trays and things. Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Bart and Kon, hell even Steph was there.

“Happy birthday, my dear boy,” Alfred announced, setting down a cup of coffee in front of Tim.

“Oh,” Tim said softly, glancing down at the cup then up at Alfred.

Trays of breakfast foods were set down on the table, each person coming by to wish Tim a happy birthday, ruffling his hair or hugging him or something. Bart and Kon sat on either side of him, Dick and Steph on the other side of the table, Bruce at the end, and Alfred right next to him.

Tim wasn’t tearing up. No. Not at all. It was fine. He was fine .

Kon leaned over, nudging him slightly.

“I may have lied about the fire,” Kon said with a small grin. “Well, no, there was a fire, it was just like, an hour previously, and I was just helping Alfred cook.”

“He actually got here before me,” Bart confirmed, tapping Tim’s leg with their foot.

“Guys,” he breathed out, reaching up and rubbing his eyes.

“Tim,” Bruce said softly, pulling his attention. “I’m sorry if we made you think we’d forgotten about your birthday.”

“Issokay,” Tim mumbled. “Dami was hurt.”

“It’s not okay, and I promise you we didn’t forget,” Bruce told him, offering a smile.

“Thanks, Bruce.”

They started eating together, and Tim allowed himself to smile freely as he listened to his boyfriends and family chatting together.

Oh yeah. Bruce didn’t know.

“Hey, Bruce?” Tim called slightly, feeling his heart leap into his throat the moment he had spoken.

“Yeah, Tim?”

“I- I have something I wanted to tell you.”

“Go ahead.”

“I’m . . . I’m dating Kon and Bart.”

Bruce glanced up from his pancakes, then looked between the three of them. He smiled.

“Congratulations.”

“I knew it!” Dick exclaimed from the other side of the table, looking absolutely joyful with this news.

Tim just groaned and realized his mistake of telling Bruce in front of everyone. Or well. . . just Dick. Steph already knew.

After their brunch - for that’s what it was - Tim found himself being dragged out of the house by his boyfriends.

“Guys, where are we going?”

“Birthday shopping! Come on!”

“Why do we need to go birthday shopping?”

“Because it’s your birthday and we want to spoil you!”

“Did you two forget that I’m the billionaire here, or?”

Kon just scoffed and shook his head. “I get money from Lex, and you know that.”

“Come on, Tim,” Bart said, with one of their powerful Puppy Dog Pouts. “Just let us take care of you today.”

Tim chuckled and shook his head and let them through the garage to his car.

“Fine, come on you dorks. But I’m driving.”

They both cheered and ran to the car.

After an afternoon of shopping and hanging out and eating sweets, and a nice dinner with the family again, Tim found himself at the front door, saying goodbye to his boyfriends before he had to go off to patrol.

“Thank you guys, so much, for coming,” Tim said with a smile, stepping forwards and kissing Kon, then Bart.

“Yeah! We just wanted to make your birthday just a lil bit better.”

Tim chuckled and shook his head, giving Bart another kiss.

“I love you, Bart Allen.”

“I love you too, Tim Drake-Wayne,” they responded happily, stealing one last kiss before stepping back and letting Tim turn to Kon.

“And I love you, Conner Kent.”

Conner just chuckled, pulling Tim in close, kissing him for a little longer then he had been allowed previously.

“I love you, Tim,” he practically whispered.

Then he stepped back, gave Tim a wink and started hovering.

“See ya around, birdie.” He saluted and shot off.

“Bye, Tim!” Bart called and also disappeared into the night.

Tim just smiled to himself and turned, walking inside again.

Yeah, that had been a good birthday.

@core-disaster-week-2020

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miss-choco-chips · 4 years

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I saw this post https://dametsunax27.tumblr.com/post/616421151376359424/broke-tim-is-the-smart-one-bart-and-kon-are#notes from @dametsunax27 and couldn’t control myself. This makes no sense whatsoever. I’m sorry in advance.

One would think Tim Drake was the ultimate impulse control keeping his trainwreck of a team from going off the rails and burn.

One would be halfway wrong.

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Cyborg is giving Kon lessons on how to beat ass at video games (and enjoying making it stick by thoroughly kicking his and goading about it like only a Titan could) when Dick’s little brother and now his teammate, Tim, Red Robin, stumbled out of the elevator. Dark glasses slightly askew let one catch a glimpse of his wide, pupil-blown blue eyes, and hair a utter mess; it was an understatement to say he was automatically worried.

Had he just been on a fight? But he didn’t seem beat up, or out of breath, so that couldn't be. He also didn’t look sick, but something was definitely off about him. Cyborg had never seen the teen look anything but perfectly poised, though a case could be make on how he always ever saw him during serious hero business. This could be usual Red Robin behaviour, for all he knew… still, this was Dick’s little brother, and if anything happened to him under Cyborg's watch, the unbidden rage of one Nightwing would fall on him and that wasn’t a pretty thing to receive, so he didn’t hesitate to pause the game and shoot Kon a worried look.

Said meta didn’t even seem phased, attention split between his frozen, half dead character on screen, and his apparently crazy friend.

-What’s up? -he asked, half turning to watch the small vigilante approach, when it was evident Cyborg wouldn't unpause the game until this was solved- Cracked a case? Finished a new game?

-Conner -Tim obviously tried to whisper, but ended up shouting halfway through the name; he also completely bypassed him, something the polite, all around good kid wouldn’t do unless in dire circumstances- Get ready. We are going out.

Cyborg tilted his head, looking around. There was no one else here, and Tim wasn’t suited up. This couldn't be a mission… right?

Kon didn’t move from the couch, eyes squinted as if trying to decide something- Going where, bud?

-Nasa. We are rescuing the Aliens.

While that was a perfectly normal sentence to be said among superheroes who could and had traveled to literal space for missions, something didn’t quite make sense for Cyborg. Maybe it was the fact that Kon barely even blinked, instead looking like his suspicious had been confirmed.

-Uh huh. Which aliens?

-ET and its people, of course. We are gonna raid not only area 51, but all the other ones.

The meta just sighed, giving up and letting his controller back on the table in front of the couch.

-When was the last time you slept for more than thirty minutes at a time, buddy?

Tim threw both hands up- That doesn’t matter right now, Kon! The aliens need us! I’m calling Bart, you obviously can’t grasp the situation’s severity.

-No, wait, don’t/ -but it was too late, Tim already had his phone at hand, and he evaded all of Kon’s attempts at taking it away with a grace very specific of his family, but very surprising considering he was one step down from feral.

Bart was with them half a second later.

-DudethisissocrashIlovehowyouthinklet’sgosavesomealiens!

-No!

Once again, Conner was ignored. He slumped back into the couch, looking at the ceiling like a man deep into despair.

-Can you hack them? -a new blink and Bart seemed ready to go, butterfly net at hand and Indiana Jones hat above his massive mane of hair. His other hand had a very suspicious plastic bottle, that Cyborg quickly recognized as a very, very sweet and caffeine imbued drink- We can probably use some blueprints to know where to go to find the aliens fast and free them.

-Already ahead of you. I haven’t seen any containment units, but there’s some open spaces that could be hiding underground prisons. We are going to check that out first.

At this point, Conner just seemed tired. He got up from the couch again and slowly but steadily approached the plotting geniuses as the talked about possible traps and battle strategies. Cyborg knew, on a superficial level, that Bart was, like, very smart and Tim was a veritable genius; but he hadn’t been quiet aware they were chaotic. Apparently, sugar rush and sleep deprivation pushed them both to… this.

Should he call Dick? There was still some responsibility to be taken from not making Tim sleep -or noticing how unhinged he was getting- before, but surely his old friend wouldn't blame him for something that, according to Kon’s face, was a normal occurrence.

-...And then, we look into the Director’s personal life, find his family, and take his wife hostage! Or husband, whatever, we ain’t letting heteronormative thinking stop us!

-Are you using that word right?

-I think so, yes.

-Good, you get extra points for that one.

-Sweet.

-Should we also kidnap their kids, if they have them? I won’t feel comfortable about taking our answers from them, but their parents don’t know how far are we willing to go, so we can just bluff our way around it.

-Oh, oh! You can do the Batman voice! It’ll scare them so much, they’ll shit their pants without us even getting physical! And we won’t even need to take their children!

-No, we do need to. You know how I feel about backup plans.

-But you just said you don’t like the idea.

-I don’t remember which word I started this sentence with, Bart, don’t come at me with something I might or might not have said a few seconds ago.

The tired meta, who had been slowly and quietly approaching them, was finally close enough to snatch both their smaller bodies around the waist, tucking them under his arms and carrying them like that.

-I’m pretty sure half of what you two plotted somehow violates the Geneva convention. Crime is bad, remember Rob?

Tim looked up at him, wide eyes over the rim of his dark glasses, blinking like butter wouldn't melt on his mouth. He was completely pliant, letting Kon float them all towards the elevator. Bart, on his part, trashed like a half feral cat, hissing and spitting.

Cyborg distantly thought they’d be needing to disinfect the floor. Again.

-No! Kon, my man, you can’t stop us! We are freeing your people!

-ET isn’t my people. Or real.

-BLASPHEMY! Tim! Buddy, back me up. We said we were gonna free the aliens!

Tim tilted his head, glasses almost falling off, and stretched his neck enough he could see Bart at the other side of Kon’s broad chest.

-...who are you again?

-TIM, NO, COME BACK, I NEED UNHINGED TIM TO HELP ME FREE THE ALIEN FROM OUR TYRANNICAL GOVERNMENT. KON, BUDDY, WE MIGHT BE VIOLATING SOME LAWS, BUT YOUR-

-Not mine.

-YOUR PEOPLE ARE BEING UNLAWFULLY OPPRESSED AND DETAINED, AND WE NEED TO…

Cyborg couldn't hear whatever followed, as the elevator’s door closed. The living room was once again in silence.

Cyborg was having an out of body experience.

What the fuck?

#Tim Drake #kon el kent #bart allen #Kon is the mom friend #my writting #young justice #teen titans #Tim needs to sleep #Kon needs to sleep too now #maybe they'll take a nice lil nap togheter #with bart squished under Kon #cyborg #Tim and bart are UNHINGED CHAOTIC GENIUSES

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