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#tim and damian the brothers ever

lesbian-cowpoke · 2 months

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Jason Todd being Tim's Robin in fanon stems from trying to make sense of the wacky timeline bullshit created by the writers doing their best to entirely erase Jason Todd. It's why Dick is Tim's favorite Robin. Dick was Robin from when Tim was 4-10, the longer amount of time, so he still could have been Tim's favorite Robin regardless, but it's also. The writers really really hated that little boy.

#because dick wasn't literally 9 when he became robin where are people even getting that from?????????#he was 13???#tim was 13 jason was 12 #steph was 16ish #damian was 10 #look at dick graysons first appearance and tell me that is a 9yo i dare you #but tim and dick are the brothers ever #love their brotherhood #just saying the writers hated jason and thats why tim wasn't a fan of him. most likely at least.#tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #idk why the writers hated baby robin jason so much. he was just a little guy.

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sepia-stained-sunset · 9 months

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You're telling me Tim Drake- bossiest, nosiest motherfucker on the planet- didn't constantly whine about wanting a little sibling?

Like c'mon, that's someone ready made to join in your escapades and also provide free entertainment when you're bored.

He should have latched onto Damian the second he got his ass kicked by him. What's more younger sibling-y than that??

#i don't care if it's not canon or goes explicitly against canon. these two should have been the most chaotic brothers ever #tim drake #damian wayne #tim drake headcanon #please do not ship

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bitimdrake · 2 years

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people have talked at length about the Dick/Tim/Damian Robin debacle and I do not currently have the mental space to wade fully into it (except to say that demonizing any of them is dumb). But I do want to say:

One of the most incorrect fan claims is this idea that Dick was playing favorites when he picked Damian over Tim because you guys. you guys.

At the time Damian became Robin, Tim was Dick's beloved little brother who he'd adored and fought beside for years, who he'd entrust his life to without hesitation, who he affectionately proclaimed to be even better than him as Robin, who he genuinely enjoyed hanging out with

and meanwhile

Dick couldn't fucking stand Damian

#*#*dc #dc #dc meta #canon vs fanon #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #they bonded LATER #L A T E R #and it was a very good and important bond! I don't think I need to tell anyone how close dick & damian ended up #but the first time they met dick was literally like I Am Begging The Universe To Smack This Kid #dick making damian robin was the least favoritism thing ever #dick was like hm #do i want to finally find light in the darkness of my dad's death by spending all my time with my beloved darling brother timmy #or do i (sigh) want to stop this annoying kid from returning to a cult because bruce would want me to :/#(name a more iconic duo than dick and an unrelenting sense of duty etc etc)#10to2

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audhd-nightwing · 9 months

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batboys au

i don’t have an official title for this au yet so for now i’m calling it “tim and his immortal zombie brothers”

backstory

dick is taken by the court of owls after his parents die. he helps batman when bruce destroys the court, and afterwards he disappears. bruce looks but can’t find him.

dick sets base in an abandoned building and basically decides to watch over crime alley like batman does with the rest of gotham. he hunts for food (mostly bugs, rodents and birds) cuz he can’t get sick, but needs to eat a lot.

he spends most days in the library reading and learning stuff (new languages, science, history, etc). he meets jason while investigating Ma Gunn’s and they work together to take her down. jason decides to stay with dick instead of go with bruce but forces dick to get an actual apartment (he does).

jason convinces dick to train him, though he already has some experience and his own skills. dick adopts the name Robin and jason goes by Shrike. they become legit vigilantes of crime alley.

jason finds out dick is a talon a bit after he starts out as Shrike. they are in the middle of a fight and dick is fatally shot- jason loses it and almost beats the shooter to death (it’s just one guy left at this point). dick gets up and pulls jason off, hugs him, and promises to explain when they get home. afterwards, jason punches dick for not telling him until he literally had no other choice.

jason’s death

the joker escapes arkham and kidnaps jason (14) while he’s on solo patrol (they split the area to cover more ground). joker beats jason with a crowbar when dick (16) realizes he’s missing and races to find him. he arrives just in time to see the warehouse explode. dick brings jason’s body back to their apartment and then goes out and kills the joker (bruce is on a JL mission when all this happens, so he isn’t there to stop him).

jason comes back to life (superboy prime alternate dimension stuff idk), but is not fully healed and goes temporarily comatose.

dick knows about the LoA from the court and info he’s gathered over the years, and is able to contact talia. she agrees to let jason use the lazarus pit in exchange for a favor from dick, and they go meet her in nanda parbat. dick stays there with him during his recovery, so there are no drastic changes in his personality (aside from the trauma of fucking dying). they train together there for about 6 months before returning to gotham.

(his favor to talia is, later on, taking damian from her father and bringing him to bruce)

introducing tim

once they return to gotham, they appear to gain a stalker. they decide to leave the kid alone at first, but eventually get concerned because a kid really should not be out at night alone in crime alley.

dick (17) and jason (15) finally confront their stalker when they save him from getting mugged. the kid introduces himself as tim (12) and explains that he was curious about the young vigilantes in crime alley and decided to follow and photograph them. also he figured out Robin’s real name- dick grayson (who tim had theorized wasn’t dead despite the boy having been missing for years).

the boys are actually really impressed, but they try to dissuade tim from following them (which obviously fails). they then decide to teach him basic self defense and make sure he’s always within shouting distance/view of one of them while out at night.

tim, being the genius he is, figures out they aren’t fully human anymore. he doesn’t judge them for it, but he brings it up to them because he’s curious, so they explain talons and the lazarus pit.

once tim gets older they start to actually train him, and he becomes another vigilante (Magpie). also, because his parents leave him home alone for months at a time, he pretty much lives with dick and jason (but sometimes, when it’s really cold/hot or heavily raining/snowing, they all stay at drake manor instead of the apartment).

damian

a bit after dick turns 18, talia contacts him and tells him it’s time to uphold his part of their deal. leaving jason in charge of the Alley, he goes to nanda parbat, steals baby damian (he’s four), gets him to gotham and brings him to bruce.

basically, instead of adopting dick & jason, bruce just gets damian way earlier.

(p.s. dick knows bruce wayne is batman because of the Court, but jason and tim don’t know. when he explains the situation jason is like ‘how tf did bruce wayne meet talia and have a kid with her’ and dick is like ‘oh yeah, he’s batman’ and jason & tim explode)

bruce’s kids

bruce is about 30 when damian (quite literally) drops into his life. a year or two later, he finds cassandra and subsequently adopts her.

steph (spoiler, 15) has been working alongside him for about a year or so already, and babs (batgirl, 20) has been working with him for four-ish years. both forced him to let them work alongside him and he gave up trying to stop them

i have a lot more stuff but this is the basic storyline

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disaster-catalyst · 1 year

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Patiently waiting for a Tim and Jason dedicated episode in the batfam webtoon.

We've already had Tim and Dick, plus a two-part episode for Damian and Tim to have their slow reconciliation.

Now I just need Jason and Tim to talk out their problems and past so we can finally see more brotherly bonding between the twonof them.

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batfamhyperfixation · 1 year

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I need more content of Tim's jealousy when other siblings come in and become close to Dick. Like every time someone says Damian is Dick's favorite it hurts my heart a little cause I know how Tim would feel.

It's one thing for a younger sibling to grow up with you, cause like at least then you all have your defined roles and it's like what you know so you aren't stepping on one another's toes, but like it's something completely else to have a sibling who is already grown up come into the family and become siblings with your sibling.

It is just like that longing feeling when you see them together and like they haven't known each other as long yet they seem closer to your sibling than you are, and everyone knows they are the favorite and you are just like how do they get along so well with so little effort.

I need more Tim and Dick content like this. The boy went from being Dick's only sibling still around (aka no competition for being brothers and nothing to compare it to) to being like 1 of 5 of dick's siblings, and I know this also goes in reverse where the newer sibling is jealous of the older two siblings for already having the established bond, but I dont see enough of Tim having bitter envy of how close Damian and Dick are despite not knowing each other as long, like you want angsty relationships DC, show me this instead of just everyone trying to kill Tim, show me silent envy that grows more and more as it slowly decays a sibling relationship instead of like a weird ritual where if you wanna be apart of the family you have to attempt to kill tim

#sometimes i just need angsty tim #not tim getting targeted by siblings or tim getting annoyed at siblings #just Tim who finally became brothers with his idol and hero and formed a relationship with having to watch as it goes from their small #contained group of dick tim Bruce and babs where tim is like the best brother dick has got to everyone especially damian coming in #and tim feeling crowded out and jealous as damian and dick become closer than tim and dick ever were and tim slowly pulls away #and at first dick not even noticing and tim feeling guilty every time a dispute comes up and feeling guilty over how happy he feels when #damian ticks dick off and tim starts throwing himself into other things and flakes/cancels on things he and dick have planned and #finally one time tim and dick are sitting around and tim is like i miss how close we were and dick laughing is like well you're so busy now #and tim is like 'well its not like you need me anyway you have damian and jason and cass and duke and- nevermind' tim cuts himself off #dick is like 'timmy you know im still here for you just like before' and tim is just like 'yeah sure whatever' and heads out and then dick #starts noticing that tim is keeping him at arms length so he keeps trying to connect and he sees how tim keeps getting close with others #but that he refuses to with dick and then the jealousy is both ways and slowly they start to come together again as brothers and things #arent quite the same and probably will never be but they are still brothers and they love each other #but things are complicated when you go from the only sibling to having like 5 siblings and i want that explored more #i want these complex sibling relationships dc. give me this over trying to kill tim. there is more to siblings than the cain instinct.#anyway thats my rant #tim drake #dick grayson #batkids #batfam #bat family #batsiblings

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oifaaa · 2 years

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I saw a someone write their take on the dceu, and for some unknown reason they made Tim an Jason brothers????? Like biological brothers, Tim was with Jason when he was stealing the tires which ????

A great example of people who say they like Tim but who really just like when Tim is Jason lite bc you know what makes Tim Tim his background do you know what happens when you make Tim have the same background as Jason you make an oc called Tim

#Ask #Anon #As for the brothers thing meh #I get it two Canon white boys they must be related #What's the chance of two of them existing at the same time in the same city #I'm joking obviously #But also having Tim and Jason being bio brother is a fun fanfic idea #But if your claiming this should happen in the dceu ehhhh #Like no #That doesn't make a lot of sense #Also it seems like a lot of people will do this so Tim will join the family early which #Why does Tim only seem to ever get to join early #Like damian does as well to a lesser extent #But you never really see steph cass or Duke get to come into the picture early #Just saying

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weekend-conspiracy-theorist · 9 months

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an entry in the tim&steph role swap au

Dick's burner phone buzzed, continuously and insistently, in the secret pocket of his Nightwing suit. He forwarded his personal calls to it (trusting Oracle and Proxy's good work to keep that data hidden) even on patrol because (contrary to Bruce's opinion on the matter), sometimes emergencies happened, even in his private life. But whoever was trying to get hold of him right now had picked the worst time.

Busting up this arms deal was just another Tuesday, but still--there were bullets involved. Dick couldn't afford to be distracted.

At least the pattern of the buzzing indicated it was someone In The Know--probably one of the Titans, and he was going to strangle Roy if Mia and Emiko had stolen his phone to make crank calls again.

His escrima snapped out at a man's neck, the taser at the end crackling to life, and he set a boot against another man's shoulder, tossing himself away as the retort of gunfire followed him. It bought him the split second necessary to flip his comm to his personal channel and answer the fucking phone. He grit out, "Look, I'm a little busy right now--"

"I am frustratingly aware," Junior Private Investigator Tim Drake hissed back at him, "considering I'm stuck in the rafters of this warehouse while you get busy."

Dick had been doing this for too long to actually snap his head around in surprise, but it was a near thing. The next spray of gunfire was close enough to raise his heartrate--something the vigorous acrobatics had failed to do--as he cut off one of the gun runners before she could make a break for it. One, two--crackle of the taser. He caught her with one foot before she could hit the ground, lightly redirecting her so she didn't slam her head on a metal pipe, and gracefully ducked beneath a wild punch. "Please tell me you're joking."

"Marcus Akron's wife is convinced he's cheating on her with a Blüdhaven barbie doll. He's not, but apparently he is funding this little venture. I was tailing him. You crashed the party." Gunfire echoed across the line, a moment behind reality, and Tim made a distasteful noise. "Look, every escape route I've got here is going to leave me disturbingly exposed, but I've got some quality photographic evidence I'd be delighted to exchange for a long enough distraction to excise myself from this situation." As an afterthought, he added, "Just don't make me talk to the cops; I hate dealing with the Blüdhaven PD. They make even Gotham's cops look competent."

Alright: so this just turned into a slightly bigger challenge than your average Tuesday.

Dick grinned, sharp and terrifying, and put another one of the gun runners onto the ground. "Where are you?"

"Three rafters east and about twenty feet south from the northwest corner of the building, tucked behind a column. There's a skylight about a hundred feet away; I need about twenty seconds and I can be out of here."

Dick threw himself into the air. The moment stretched; bullets whizzed past his outstretched fingertips; his feet hit the ground. He had a plan.

"In ten," he told Tim. "Be ready."

"Aye aye, Captain," Tim agreed, faintly sardonic, and Dick was laughing as he spun on his heel and sprinted directly for the man with the biggest gun.

"Overcompensating, huh?" he asked, sympathetic. "It's okay. I'm sure your wife loves you just the way you--" He yanked the guy's hand out to the side, sucking air through his teeth as he inspected the pale, empty divot on the guy's ring finger. "Mm. Maybe not."

There was the punch he was waiting for.

***

Dick found Tim sitting on the edge of the roof, back pressed against an HVAC vent with one leg dangling and the other stretched out next to him, when he was finally able to extricate himself. The night sky danced with flashing red and blue lights.

Tim looked up, though Dick was certain his footsteps had been silent on the metal roofing, and wiggled the camera. "There's good stuff here," he said, a little satisfied and a little defensive. "I do need to make copies for Mrs. Akron before I hand over the SD card, but it won't take long once I get back to my hotel."

"She gonna be the type to be relieved or furious that it was grandiose dreams of a criminal empire keeping her husband away at night, rather than a buxom blonde?" Dick eyed Tim's extended leg, frowning at the neat white bandage sticking out from underneath rolled up jeans, but he kept his tone light.

"Could go either way." Tim tucked the camera away into the messenger bag that sat next to him, following Dick's eyeline to his leg, and then huffed. "Inconvenient ricochet," he assured Dick. "Doesn't even need stitches. Did however inspire me to spam call your personal cell after my attempts to text Batgirl to tell her to hit up your comms failed."

Dick considered this. "You live a weird life," he decided, dropping down to sit next to him on the edge of the roof, and Tim snorted.

"Says the superhero to the PI. One of us has Superman on speed dial, and it sure isn't me."

Dick kept his eyes straight ahead, gazing out across the city he'd claimed as his own, but he could feel Tim looking at him. A little nervous, a little starstruck and pretending not to be, just like he always was around Dick. Jason had told Dick that Stephanie had told him that Jason used to be Tim's favorite Robin.

Dick was pretty certain Stephanie had been lying.

Probably for the sake of endearing Tim even slightly to Jason, in knowing anticipation of the ongoing and deeply entertaining animosity that they held for each other. The gambit had worked long enough to get the two blindingly competent morons to collaborate on that serial killer case, so it was hard to fault her for it. And Dick certainly wasn't going to tell Jason.

It's not like Dick wanted to be Tim's Favorite Robin (Other Than Stephanie); he'd already had that title--sans caveat--awarded to him by Superman. No offense to Tim, but that held a much higher cachet.

(Which--Bruce knew that Dick would absolutely pick Clark in the Justice League Divorce, right? He had to, at this point.)

Having Tim make those big doe eyes at him all the time was a little flattering, but it was also a little weird, and actually even a little annoying--if just because Dick liked Tim, and the hero worship thing made it hard to actually have a relaxed conversation with the guy. (So did the fact that Stephanie and Tim both retained six or seven years' worth of habitual avoidance techniques and a disdain for authority that Dick had been horrified to learn included himself, but it was mostly the hero worship thing.)

So Dick handled it the only way he could handle it: he ignored it.

"I don't have Superman on speed dial," he countered, turning to flash Tim a conspiratorial grin. "We have a secret whistle."

"Of course you do," Tim said.

Dick was pleased to hear the sarcasm outweigh the sincerity. He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows, and Tim huffed a laugh, shaking his head.

"I, uh--" He broke off as his phone began to buzz, shifting his weight to pull it out of his pocket, and sighed. He flashed the screen at Dick, showing a contact picture of himself and Stephanie. "Guess she finally saw the texts," he said dryly.

Time slowed down, the way it usually did when Dick was formulating a game plan in the middle of a fight, as Tim went to swipe up to answer the call.

Dick had been Stephanie's self-appointed surrogate big brother (whether she liked it or not) for years now, and it suddenly struck him that by the transitive property of lonely children and platonic soulmates, his obnoxious big brother duties absolutely extended to Tim, too.

Nightwing struck, faster than Tim could react; an open handed blow to the elbow that sent the phone flying even as Dick surged upwards to catch it and threw himself into a back handspring to recover. He answered the call himself, other hand extended to fend Tim off (squawking, "What the fuck?" as he scrambled after Dick), and held the phone to his ear.

"Tim, oh, thank god--"

Stephanie's voice was frantic enough to make him almost feel bad for what he was about to do. But only almost.

"Stephanie Brown?" Dick asked, in a grave tone. "It's Nightwing. I'm afraid I've got some rather serious news for you."

"What the fuck, Dick!" Tim repeated, more vehemently, and he made a grab for his phone.

Dick twisted away from him easily, biting back a cackle, and continued, "I didn't have time to answer my phone in the middle of the fight, so I wasn't aware of any civilian presence until everything was said and done. Your friend got shot--"

"WHAT?"

"--but it was just a graze. He did faint into my arms though."

Credit where it was due: Tim Drake had been going through the Batman Mandated Black Bat & Batgirl Mixed Martial Arts Boot Camp for months now, on top of the more traditional lessons he'd had as a teenager. He wasn't an untalented kid. By Dick's estimation, in strict hand-to-hand conditions Tim outclassed 99% of the general population and even some of the heroes Dick knew who were over-reliant on tech or superpowers.

That still put him a class below the bats and the birds of Gotham.

Dick cheerfully adjusted his weight, pinning Tim's arm to the ground beneath his knee as he controlled his head (read: shoved it into the ground) with his free arm, and continued blithely, "Yeah, he saw the blood and just keeled right over. The bullet wound is inconsequential; it's the blow to his ego that I don't think he'll recover from. He's going to need long term therapy and some self-help books--"

"You're the fucking worst," Stephanie told him. "You gave me a heart attack. So he's fine?"

"Except for the fainting and the--" Dick wheezed as one of Tim's pointy elbows managed to find its way into his diaphragm.

"Considering I have watched Boyfriend perform stitches on himself before, I'm going to go ahead and assume you're just trying--and failing--to be funny," Stephanie told him dryly.

"Why would he do his own stitches." Dick gave Tim a knuckle noogie, repeating, "Why would you do your own stitches? Kid. You're not an illegal vigilante with a secret identity to maintain. Just go to the hospital."

"I usually do--"

"He usually does--"

"--but there were extenuating circumstances."

The responses were in near unison, ruined only by the slight delay across the phone line, and Dick couldn't help but laugh, sitting back on his heels and letting Tim squirm out from under him. "You two are something else."

"Shut the fuck up and give Boyfriend back his phone," Stephanie ordered, and Dick politely held the phone out to Tim, who accepted it with a disgruntled glare.

So much better than the doe eyes, Dick thought with smug satisfaction.

"I'm fine," Tim said. He was sitting cross-legged on the rooftop carefully out of arms reach of Dick, eyeing him suspiciously. "Nightwing's an asshole. What else is new?" He was silent for a moment and then he rolled his eyes. "Because it seemed like a straightforward adultery case. How was I supposed to--No, come on. You know Red Bird makes most of its money on rich people's marital problems. I'd have to actually charge market rates on the more important cases if--I did not go into this business just because--Stop calling me a professional stalker, Stephanie. No, I won't agree to that trade. It's not the--Because he is. Look deep into your heart and admit it to yourself. He bought you an entire car and multiple motorcycles and a personal Batcave." Tim snickered. "Yeah, but even when we were dating I never bought you anything other than pizza and that thirty dollar tennis bracelet that turned your wrist green."

Dick remembered that, he realized. Stephanie had showed the bracelet off to him, bashful in a way he'd never seen her before about a boy treating her like she was special. She'd still been in braces at the time (and rightfully suspicious, despite Bruce's steadfast insistence that he'd had nothing to do with her selection for the program that helped Crystal afford them). It seemed to strike Dick, over and over, that Tim had been in the background, present but unseen, for nearly as long as Dick had known Stephanie.

Tim's voice softened. "Yeah, Stephie. Of course. You, too. Oh--tell Wendy I said hi, and to stop breaking into my system to steal my spreadsheets. I don't care if she can't get her own Vengeful Mad Scientist Predictive Algorithm to ignore Mr. Terrific; she needs to leave mine alone."

One last pause. Here, Tim's eyes flicked over to Nightwing, a light in his gray-blue eyes that had Dick raising his eyebrows in concern. "Well," Tim said, in a perfectly even tone. "That goes without saying."

He hung up.

"Do I wanna know?" Dick asked.

"Steph's revenge will be swift and unavoidable," Tim promised him, as he rose to his feet and dusted off his jeans.

"Sure," Dick agreed, though he silently suspected that Stephanie would be more pleased than upset once she recognized that Dick had successfully smashed through Tim's defenses and actually managed to become his friend.

Tim looked at him, hands on his hips, and then dropped his chin to his chest as he laughed, a little helplessly. "Oy. You know this...?" Tim gestured to indicate the rooftop, himself, the costumed vigilante he was speaking with. "Downright nostalgic. Sitting on top of an abandoned warehouse, waiting semi-patiently for a Robin to finish beating up ne'er-do-wells while I fiddle with the ISO on my camera, ending up with my face smushed into a rooftop while said Robin gloats from on top of me. You just need to give me a fond but rude nickname and threaten to throw me off the top of Wayne Tower, and I might as well be fourteen again."

Dick laughed himself, hopping up to his feet. "Wayne Tower's too far from here," he joked. "But don't worry, I know all the good skyscrapers in Blüdhaven."

"Think that means I do need to worry, actually."

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely." Dick snorted. "Stephanie would murder me with her bare hands, even if I whistled up Superman to come catch you."

"She worries," Tim said, with exasperated fondness, "as if she isn't also a regular ass human being with no superpowers."

"In full body armor, well-armed, and with years of training and experience," Dick countered dryly. "You get where the difference is here, right?"

Tim rolled his eyes, like the barely-not-a-teenager he was. "Well, thanks again for giving me an escape window. I--"

"You never thanked me the first time, actually," Dick said, steam rolling over whatever semi-graceful exit from the conversation Tim had been about to fashion for himself. "Not that I needed it. Thank you for the photos; I'm just going to assume they'll be helpful and win me brownie points with the BPD once I send them over. What does the traded favors thing mean for our relative standing, vis-a-vis the taco tax?"

Dick had never had it completely explained to him, but he'd heard Tim and Stephanie and even Cassandra reference "the taco tax" often enough to get the gist. Favors could be bought and apologies made via the gift of tacos from the recipient's restaurant or street cart of choice. The exchange rate seemed to be complex and dependent on a potentially sentient spreadsheet, but Dick figured they could simplify, just this once.

Tim blinked. "The taco tax," he repeated.

"It's only that I figure saving your life kind of outweighs the evidence thing," Dick said. "So I'm pretty sure you owe me, millionaire."

The kid scowled. "Saving my life is exaggerating a bit, don't you think? Not to mention the stunt you pulled with my phone, billionaire, so--"

Bingo. Dick wouldn't even bother to point out that Bruce was the rich one, not him. He knew Tim knew.

"So I owe you, then?" Dick clapped Tim on the shoulder, grinning. "Great. Let me show you the best taco place in Blüdhaven. They're even open 24/7."

***

Dick squeezed a lime over his seventh taco. Alfred was going to be horrified when he checked his diet log for the day.

He was in his civvies now, jeans and a tshirt and his favorite leather jacket (the one Jason had repeatedly tried and failed to steal, back when he was a small enough Robin to actually fit into his big brother's clothes) draped over the back of the seat. The flourescent bulbs over their heads flickered, filling the room with that quiet electric buzz, and the formica tabletop was chipped and peeling.

"Stupidest thing Stephanie's ever said to you," he suggested.

Tim snorted. "How am I supposed to pick."

"Alright, stupidest thing you've ever said to Steph."

To Dick's surprise--and delight--Tim laughed so sharply he nearly choked on a piece of radish.

"Oh, that one's easy," he wheezed, swiping at his face with a napkin. "We were fifteen. We'd been dating for like--a month. We'd kissed four times. One night, Stephanie turned to me on the swingset at the park we liked to hang out at when we weren't--" he waved a hand to indicate the vigilante activities that he wouldn't mention aloud in public--"You know. And she said, 'So, you should know I just found out I'm pregnant.'" Tim laid a hand on his chest. "And I said, 'My dad's going to kill me.'"

Dick threw his head back with the force of his laughter, and Tim joined in, shaking his head as he reached for his water glass. "She likes to trot that one out whenever she thinks I'm getting too uppity about my own intelligence."

"I can see why."

"In my defense, sex ed at a conservative boarding school is uniquely focused on trying to prevent teenage boys from having crises of sexuality that might scandalize their parents," Tim said dryly. "Less so on the actual mechanics of parenthood."

Dick snorted. "How'd that work out for them?"

His lips twitched. "Dunno. I'll have to ask my boyfriend when I get home." He sat back in his chair, grinning, and said, "My turn, right?"

With an inviting wave of his taco, Dick declared, "Hit me with your best shot."

"Weirdest reason you've ever been kidnapped."

"Hm." Dick turned the question over in his mind thoughtfully, as Tim picked his way through his third taco. He'd insisted Dick owed him eight of them, then gone outside and handed most of them--and a twenty--to the homeless guy they'd passed a block back. The guy had tried to kick him in the crotch in response. Ah, Blüdhaven. "One time there was a guy who was certain Bruce was secretly a lizard person--"

"Antisemitic. Continue."

Dick held a hand up as if to say, "Thank you." "That's exactly what I said, when he pulled the canvas bag off of my head and started telling me about it. It's exactly what Commissioner Gordon said, too, when he was interrogating the guy." He winked. "It was even what Batman said when he rescued me."

Straight-faced, Tim said, "The folks at my synagogue think Batman's Jewish, but I'm not convinced. I mean, what are the odds that Bruce Wayne and Batman, the two most famous Gothamites, are both Jewish?"

Dick struggled not to laugh. "Gee, Tim. That's a great point," he managed to choke out.

Tim ducked his head to hide the grin that he couldn't bite back any longer. "Now, that Superman, though--"

Dick kicked him under the table, wheezing.

"What a mensch."

"Shut up, I'm begging you."

Tim sat back, laughing, and rubbed a hand over his face. "These are really good tacos," he said. And, "Thanks." Sincerely, and with eye contact. Confident, sustained, non-doe-eyed eye contact.

He wasn't talking about the tacos. Dick smiled, setting his arm along the back of his chair. "You're welcome."

#tim drake #dick grayson #the tim&steph role swap au #canon dick & tim's relationship is soooo shaped. I've been trying to fit them--and the taco tax--into a fic since the beginning #but I never got it quite right #this is also somehow the first time the taco tax has ever made it to print despite being something I came up with during the first week #a couple notes: tim's robin rankings are actually much more complex than any one of them (except steph) being his ''favorite''#if anything his favorite is ACTUALLY damian. because damian is steph's surrogate little brother and that means he's tim's too.#and steph's reason for lying to jason was two-fold; partially the reason theorized above #and partially because tim's going to be apoplectic when he finds out she said that and it's gonna be really funny #the thing is that no one in this au is a fully reliable narrator at any moment. steph exaggerates; tim downplays; cass aids and abets

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batstorm93672 · 1 year

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Nightwing and Batman were arguing it all echoed in the cave. Robin merely stood there without a word, he wasn't dismissed and he was way too tired to leave on his own. Red Robin came in, taking off his mask and seeing the commotion. The two men were angry and the arguement didn't look like it was going to end soon.

Tim looked at Robin who looked out of it and he had his arm covering his stomach, as Tim looked closer he could see a darker sticky red where his arm is crossed. Tim walked closer, Batman and Nightwing looked at him as he approached. Tim put his arm around Robin's shoulder, Robin looked at Tim. Tim glared at the two men as he let Robin lean on him, then deciding to pick Robin up in his arms. Robin made no move to protest, Tim walked away to the cot and lied Robin down.

Tim went to the medicine cabinet, taking out a white cloth, gauze, a roll of bandages and alcohol pads. "Go take your arguement somewhere else, you two are so busy bickering you didn't even notice Damian with an injury. Now-" Tim pointed to the elevator "-get out and let me help Damian. He doesn't need you two arguing and making so much noise" Batman and Nightwing remained silent and walked out, Tim huffed taking off Robin's mask and undoing Damian's vest, taking off the gloves and slipped him out of shirt very carefully. A bloody gash was on Damian's stomach, Tim got out the alcohol pads and began to clean around the wound. Damian flinched at the feeling, but he made no effort to show much pain.

"Hey, why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't know"

"When did this happen?"

"During the battle I got hurt, then they began to argue about something and didn't let up"

"Hm, well it doesn't seem too bad" After cleaning around the wound, Tim grabbed the gauze and white cloth, applying the gauze to the cloth and resting it on the wound. Finally using the bandage to wrap around his torso.

"Is it to tight?"

"No, it's fine"

Tim grabbed the pair of scissors on the small table and cut the bandage. Then handed Damian a dark green t-shirt "There all good, take it easy" "Tt. What are you a doctor?" "Nah, just an awesome detective" "Hmph, anyways. Thank you, I barely registered that I was still in pain, I'm tired" "Yeah well blood loss does that to you. Come on let's get to your room, we can watch some crappy old shows" "Can it be just us?" "Of course, do you need help walking a bit?" Damian nodded and Tim let Damian hold onto his hand as they walked to the elevator.

As soon as it dinged, the two came to see Bruce and Dick (out of costume) sitting in the living room. They got up quickly when they saw them "Dames, are you okay?" Damian nodded "Are you two done with your useless bickering?" Bruce rubbed the back of his neck "Yes, we are" "Good, Damian and I are gonna go watch in his room. Just the two of us, so no surprise visits please" The two left, down the hall Damian was laughing at something Tim said. Bruce and Dick looked at each other and smiled.

#damian wayne #damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it #dick grayson #robin #bruce wayne #tim drake #batman #red robin #nightwing #big brother tim to the rescue #tw arguing #tw blood #aw the fluff #ever the way to go after angst and shattering hearts #here to those I broke the hearts of #here's a band-aid #*pat* *pat*

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refloralisation · 10 months

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My firm and very sincere belief that Tim Drake and Damian Wayne are the brothers that completely affirm each others paranoia fuelled contingencies for really inane situations. Its the most irritating thing ever. Like Damian will say “what if this girl scout is really just a means for someone to poison us” and Tim will instantly say “you’re so right, we need to do a homeland security level background check on the entire girl scouts chapter in gotham immediately”. The definition of bring out the worst in each other.

They’re not allowed to be in any living situation together without supervision because the last time they were left alone in the manor together, they literally created such stringent security measures that not even Alfred and Bruce could get into the house.

#batfam #batman #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #dc comics #robin #red robin #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #headcanons

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speedforce-zoomies · 30 days

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“Favorite hero - go!”

Tim didn’t even look up as he continued to type up his report for the night, “Dick Grayson.”

Jason scoffed, “Way to use your listening ears Timbers, Duke asked who’s your favorite hero, not your favorite brother.”

“I heard and I answered. Dick Grayson. If he’s Robin? Robin is my favorite hero. Now he’s Nightwing? Nightwing is absolutely the coolest hero to ever exist. He’s acting as Batman? Obviously Batman’s the best.”

Dick grinned brightly at Jason, smug in a way only older siblings can be.

“My. Favorite. Hero. Is. Dick. Grayson. From the day I first meet him, to the day I discovered his hero identity, to becoming a part of his legacy, to the first time he called me his brother, to today and till the day we’re both dirt and worms, my big brother will always be my favorite hero. You use your listening ears.”

Several of the others made faces or rolled their eyes at dirt and worms part of his rant but Dick only laughed quietly and hugged Tim so tightly that Tim felt the air being slowly but steadily pushed out of his lungs. Tim made no complaints but did roll his eyes, though no one but Cass could tell if it was at Jason or Dick.

“I can not find fault in your decision,” Damian weighed in, “And obviously, Father is your second favorite, thus your third favorite must also be of equal valor?”

Tim huffed and wiggled his way out of Dick’s loving embrace, “Who said B was my second favorite?”

Everyone blinked at him and he grinned, the exact same expression on his face as had been on Dick’s a few minutes prior, submitted his report, grabbed his Zesti off the ground beside him, and took advantage of Bruce and Alfred entering the cave to escape any more questions.

“Good night!” Dick called after him.

“Night!” Tim waved behind him.

“Well, I think I’m a strong contender for second favorite,” Tim heard Stephanie say and someone’s muffled response before the grandfather clock closed behind him.

#tim is dick’s biggest fanboy : )#tim drake #robin #dc comics #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #batman #damian wayne #stephanie brown #red robin #duke thomas #cassandra cain #dick & tim #my favorite brother duo

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