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buntygurumi · 6 months
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Harley Quinn Amigurumi
una de mis villanas favoritas de DC
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jedijoe · 8 months
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sweettsubaki · 5 years
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Tim and Conner for the character thing
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Tim
1. sexuality headcanon: Pansexual (has the same type for both guy and girls, clearly he doesn't differentiate)...Maybe also Demi-sexual
2. otp: TimKon, TimKon and TimKon
3. brotp: Actual:TimKon, TimBart, TimCass (Batgirl -> Big Sis), TimKonBart, TimCassie (WW), TimHelena (big sis),TimBabs (Big Sis), TimDick (Big Bro), TimAlfred (Granpa), TimBruce (look Bruce adopted him back when he was still training him), TimAnita, TimIves, TimDana (cause she’s more his mom than his mom was), Potential:TimSteph would be here if the writers hadn’t decided to try and push a romance between them. I think TimJason and TimDamian would have a shot if they actually made them work and acknowledge their issues.
4. notp: Any Batcest (includes Babs/Helena and the others)
5. first headcanon that pops into my head: After Red Robin he finally gets the courage to visit Dana again though her family doesn’t welcome him since he was a no show for years. Because of her mental state she doesn’t really realize it’s been a while tho she noticies he’s grown up and she’s so happy and they try to catch up with each other.Tim doesn’t tell anyone tho the bats who already knew about her existence know about his visits. The first people he introduces to her are Kon, Cass Cain and Bart.
6. one way in which I relate to this character: I too can make illogical stuff seem logical.
7. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character : Everytime it’s obvious TV raised him and when he shows his white knight syndrome.8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave: A mix? Generally a cinnamon roll but can be fairly sexist (white knight syndrome) and in those cases he becomes a problematic fave.
Conner
1. sexuality headcanon : Bisexual
2. otp : TimKon and TimKon and TimKon
3. brotp: Actual :TimKon, KonBart (more than TimBart tbh), TimKonBart, KonRoxy, KonCassie (as the 2nd part of YJ 1998 delievered them), KonCissie, KonDubbilex,KonMa Kent, KonTana if you think of the platonic side of their relationshipPotential :KONKYLE HAD SO MUCH BIG BROTHER POTENTIAL!!!!!!!!,KonKory and KonDick (preN52 comics) too in an older hero/Sibling type. KonJon has potential if it’s well developed. So do Kon and Damian as they have a lot in common.
4. notp: Tana,Cassie,Knockout,any adult who hit on him
5. first headcanon that pops into my head: Kon learns how to cook from Ma when he learns about Tim’s spleen, even if Tim doesn’t need to adjust his diet that much, Kon insists on taking care of at least that. Also as soon as Roxy’s back on Earth they catch up and don’t leave each other’s side again.
6. one way in which I relate to this character : I don’t really except maybe for the depression? I mostly just want to roll him in a blanket and hug him forever.
7. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: Him trying to flirt with every girl he meets (granted it also hurts my heart)8. cinnamon roll or problematic fave: Mostly cinnamon roll but problematic fave when later writers undo all his development and turn him into a sexist slightly homophobic jerk.
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avanalae · 11 years
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OMGOMGOGMOGMOGMGOMOAGJHSDKJFAS BRUTIM IDEA GUYS!
I'm sorry, I just have to share this idea!!!!
But imagine this! Imagine it!
So imagine some alternate universe or something. In this world, Selina Kyle doesn't exist. Or, if she does, she never becomes Catwoman. 
Now, either Tim is older or he's from a different universe and is trapped in this new one. Everything is the same except that there's no Catwoman. (Perhaps some more differences but that's the main one)
So Tim.
Becomes Cat"woman"
ovo
Probably wouldn't call himself Catwoman, I imagine Stray, perhaps. Unless...
OMG. He could totally pass himself off as a girl and become Catwoman. Granted, he'd probably not keep his breasts too exposed. But it'd be great for his cover. Who would guess a man to be Catwoman?
omg. I just want thisss.
;___;
...
Anyway.
So.
Imagine all the romantic tension and UST between Bruce and Stray!Tim. 
Imagine iiiiiiiit. 
Pwease? ;v;
Anyone?
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masteroftherebels · 12 years
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Rejuvenation
I can't sleep because I'm freaking out about spiders so here is number three for Ava's fluffy times!! This is a Bruce/Tim! Forgive me for out of characterness. I clearly don't write Bruce enough. Fluff kink for this one is:
I like it when one of the partners, the one who isn’t usually too romantic, suddenly does something very sweet like bringing flowers or taking them on a lovely date or something
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  Tim found shelter beneath an outcropping of large gargoyles lining the eaves of one of the city’s numerous cathedrals and wedged himself back in between the feet of one.  Slumping against the unforgiving stone, he allowed himself to relax for a brief moment, his throat thick with fatigue when he released a shaky sigh.  His relief was short-lived though, when the wind howled angrily, whipping up and shooting the rain nearly sideways and directly at his hiding place.
  Tim shook his head in disbelief, letting out a bitter bark of laughter at his luck before shutting his eyes to the icy droplets.  He focused on the wetness striking the exposed skin on his face, feeling it hit and roll down his cheeks and chin.  Any other time, the cold would have rejuvenated him, but tonight, well, tonight he was just about ready to call it to an end.  Thunder rippled in the distance, the barest sound, and Tim frowned when the rain suddenly ceased its siege upon his body.  His eyes opened instantly when he felt the shift in his space and he had his hand already curled around his bö staff before he realized who it was.
  “Batman, sorry, I needed to sit for a minute, I’ll get going now,” Tim tried to explain, but a large hand on his shoulder stopped him from rising.
  “It’s okay, Tim.  You can take a break.” Tim was surprised when the cowls were pushed off both his head and Bruce’s, though they were well hidden in the shadows so they shouldn’t be seen.  He smiled when Bruce ran a gentle hand over his cheek, brushing damp hair away from his eyes.
  “It’s been a crazy night, huh?” Tim happily accepted the bulk of the man’s form into his space, eyes slipping shut when a tender kiss was pressed to his forehead, then his lips.  He could still hear the screaming wind and pounding rain around them, but Bruce blocked it from reaching him, providing Tim with the first safe haven he’d had all night.
  “I stopped a B and E at a flower shop, then came to find you.” Bruce’s hand cupped the back of Tim’s neck, encouraging the young man to lean into him, while he reached back into his utility belt.  “Picked something up before I left though.”
  Tim’s mouth fell open when Bruce produced a single, sweet daisy from a belt compartment, and he reached for it with a laughing smile.  “You’re bringing me flowers now? Well, flower.” Bruce’s lips twitched but otherwise, he ignored the correction.
  “A bad night needs something to brighten it up, don’t you think?”
  Tim twirled the little flower between his fingers, smirking up at the man.  “Who knew Batman was such a sap?”
  “Shut up.” Bruce’s eyes rolled while Tim laughed, the sound heartfelt. 
  Feeling lighter than he had all night, Tim tilted his head to catch Bruce’s mouth in another short kiss.  “Thanks, Bruce.” Bruce pulled Tim’s head tightly into his shoulder, pressing his face into the young man’s hair without a word.
  That was okay though, because Tim didn’t need to hear the words to know what Bruce was saying.
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jedijoe · 8 months
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fweeble · 12 years
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Our Kingdom Comes
The wind is a messenger and there is nothing it likes to spread farther than the news of sorrow. The word of Bruce Wayne’s illness had spread to the four corners of the Earth on the wings of the wind and tongues waggled with glee. Talk of the Wayne Enterprises CEO and his mysterious ailment were on tips of nearly every tongue in the world. AIDS, some whispered, his days of indiscriminate sex and partying have finally caught up to him. “How did you know?” Tim closes the door behind him and pulls up the chair by the bed, closes his hands around cold, clammy hands and brings them up to his lips. “How are you feeling?” “Like I’m dying.” “You should eat. You haven’t touched your food at all.” The other merely looks out his window, lips pursed. Finally, with the stern, defiant set of the jaw, Tim can see the proud and recalcitrant man he had fallen in love with. Beyond the hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, the balding hair and freezing finger tips, is Bruce Wayne. “Of everyone, you’re the one I least expected.” The wheezes, the painful, gurgling sound of the water in lungs, and the steady beeps of monitors –how can anything else exist? Tim feels himself drowning. “I sent you all away, I chased you all away. There was no one left.” I had expected Dick. “Do you know who is Batman now?” “Is there still a Batman?” “Yes, of course. There will always be a Batman.” Bruce falls asleep and Tim can only wait until he awakes next. -- When he wakes, he’s not as lucid, and he cannot say much more than murmured apologies and hoarse pleas for forgiveness. Tim can only hold onto the hand that flutters in his grasp and stroke back thinning hair as he croons words of comfort. “Why? Why are you here?” “Because I love you.” “I chased you away, I chased everyone away.” “Bruce, I love you.” “Now is not the time for nonsense. Scarecrow is out wreaking havoc and we must stop him.” “If it’s not now, it’s not tomorrow and it won’t be next week. It’s never the time. You will listen to me now.” “You’re confused.” “It’s okay, Bruce.” He grips the hand a little firmer, anchoring himself, and gazes at the door to the room, “What I had wanted wasn’t the love of a parent and it wasn’t something you could give.” There is a man he loves standing behind that door; a man that deserves so much better than what he is willing to give and what he actually does give. He is the man who had bought the tickets and driven, so that he could be here by Bruce when he needed someone, more than ever before. Once Bruce has once again fallen into the embrace of sleep, Tim will have to tell him. Damian has lived in the shadow of his father for long enough. He brushes back dark strands from a pale, sweat-drenched brow and waits as the shallow breathing evens out, as the soft whistling undertones of each exhale melts away. The day I said ‘I love you’ was the day I made dozens of promises. It was the day I promised myself I would never let you die alone.
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jedijoe · 8 months
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