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roses-r-rosie3 · 4 months

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X-Mas list presentation

Batfam x M!Reader

Summary: instead of making a regular Christmas wishlist, the reader decides to make a whole presentation

Quote: “That is all Family! So open up your hearts and your wallets for me this holiday season”

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“Why are you here?” Duke asked Jason.

“Same reason why you’re here, y/n wanted us to all meet up in the living room for some announcement” Jason sighed.

After everyone was in the room, you pulled out your computer and connected it to the Tv, which made everyone confused.

“Hello family, I know you must be wondering why you’re all here” you said.

“Yes”

“Yup”

“Mhm”

“Yeah”

“Can I go back to my game now?”

“Last year you guys totally fucked up Christmas, so this year I put together an entire presentation to tell you guys what I want specifically” you smiled.

Everyone in the room let out an audible sigh/groan. It was known by everyone in the family that you were very dramatic from time to time (24/7). But they never thought you would get this extra!

“Is that really what you called us here for?” Damian grumbled.

“Would you shut up for a second?” You snapped.

“Y/n I don’t think that’s how you should be talking to your little bro-”

“Anyways, Here’s the things you should keep in mind when you’re thinking about what kind of gift you will provide for me this year” you said as you interrupted Bruce from his lecture.

“First of all, I’m the only one who knows how to reset the Wi-Fi, and yeah that’s threat” you threatened.

That certainly got everyone’s attention.

“Secondly, if you don’t get me what I want I will get a sugar daddy, I don’t even care what you guys are going to say, I’ve had so many offers for sugar daddies that it’s unreal. The perks of being son of Bruce Wayne I guess” you said.

“Y/n, you do know that Bruce is rich right?” Jason asked.

“Not the point” you mumbled.

“And third if I don’t get what I want, I will also sell my feet pics online like I did last year” you said calmly.

“YOU WHAT?!” Bruce shouted

“Calm down, I only ended up making about 1 million from it” you sighed.

“ONLY?!” Dick gasped.

“I created a three tier system of different gifting levels, basically, the levels equivocate to how much you love me and how much money you have” you explained.

“Level one is the ‘I’m going to need therapy level’ which is only four to seven gifts. I would probably go into a depressive spiral, actually not probably, I definitely would be depressed” you said.

“Would you stop being so overdramati-”

“I’M NOT DONE YET” you said as you interrupted Tim.

“What would that mean for us? You may ask. It would mean that you would have to pay for my therapy. And the money that you guys spent on therapy would have been basically wasted, you could’ve bought me a whole bunch of gifts right now and avoided the situation” you smiled.

“I think that he’s lost his mind” Bruce whispered to Stephanie.

“You think?!” Stephanie whisper yelled.

“Level two is the ‘You’re getting warmer package’ This basically if you love me- Bruce can you stop whispering to Stephanie” you scolded.

“As I was saying… Level two is eight to fifteen gifts, which is basically equivalent to you texting me happy birthday” you continued.

“Level three is the ‘You’re sleighing it’ level. And if you remember, you guys were just a bit off the mark of hitting this because you guys only got me twenty three gifts. And in order to reach ‘You’re slaying it’ you have to get me twenty five or more gifts, I think this is totally do-able for you guys, especially because you can just use Bruce’s card if you guys are running low on money” you said.

“I have tons ideas for you guys and this whole slideshow is already in your email so you guys can look at it and reference it at any time” you smiled.

Everyone quickly checked their phones to see that you indeed emailed them your whole presentation.

“That is all Family! So open up your hearts and your wallets for me this holiday season” you smiled before leaving the room.

“Yeah he had definitely lost his mind” They all said in synchronization.

“I HEARD THAT!”

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kimberly-spirits13 · 11 months

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How You Earned the Respect of the Batfam as Tim’s S/O

Basically headcannons on how the Batfam came to like you

Tim:

• He always thought that you were kind and intelligent

• You knew your worth and wouldn’t take less

• He had dated some not so nice people in the past and seeing you really raised his standards

• You weren’t friends with him because of his money whether your family had it or not

• You weren’t in it for the fame or the attention and you were understanding of him

• He felt comfortable around you like he could be himself 100% without judgement

• You were a vigilante that hadn’t interacted with the Batfam expect for Tim

• You had come from an intense assassin training, similar to Bruce’s but had escaped when you decided that everything was just messed up

• You went to Gotham and used the powers you had to manipulate officials around you that you had parents and weren’t just living willy nilly by yourself

• That’s when you enrolled in school and met Tim and you guys hit it off quick

• Tim appreciated that he could text or call you at any time and you wouldn’t complain or make him feel bad

• It didn’t take long for you to find out that he was Red Robin

• No one on earth texts you at 2am on the same block every night for weeks on end

• He felt like there wasn’t anyone who would ever be there for him like you

• Tim liked that he had the ultimate companion during patrols, even if you hadn’t been revealed to the rest of his family

• You’re skilled and he doesn’t have to worry about you getting hurt during patrol or missions

Dick:

• The first time that you two met was when you rushed Tim to the cave because he had gotten badly injured on patrol

• Tim had gotten shot and broken a few ribs and you hauled it to the cave

• Tim wasn’t really conscious during the ride and wasn’t aware that you knew where the cave was/ the entrances

• Everyone was immediately on high alert when some stranger arrived with a near dead Tim

• Dick knew he liked you when you pulled in, rushing Tim into the med bay

• He saw you holding his hand and wiping his hair out of his face while the bullet was pulled from him

• While Tim was waking up from surgery, you didn’t leave his side and continued to hold his hand

• Dick’s heart was melted- one because his brother had a close call, and two because someone was really, really caring for him

• He had seen Tim’s exes and hated them, but he knew that you were different

• You were easy to talk to and respectful to everyone

• You had an agreeable personality and really seemed to care for Tim

• When Tim woke up, he saw how Tim immediately squeezed your hand to make sure that you were there

• After spending time with you that night, seeing how you took care of Tim, and how Tim interacted with you, Dick knew he liked you

Bruce:

• Bruce saw you coming into the cave like a bat out of hell with Tim and was immediately on guard

• How does this random person know Tim’s secret identity, how do they know where the cave is, WHAT’S WRONG WITH TIMMY MY SWEET CHILD

• After the rush of getting Tim’s situation under control, he also noticed that you never left Tim’s side

• So he knew that you two were in a committed relationship, however, that didn’t mean that he trusted you

• Bruce is a hard case to crack, it really takes some time for him to warm up to anyone

• It was probably a few months into you and Tim hanging out around the manor when you attended a gala with Tim that he really started to trust and or likely you

• Tim was really stressed and didn’t really want to be at the gala

• You were with him the entire time and didn’t leave, even when the paparazzi and media were all being rude

• It’s a very normal thing that the tabloids exploit anything that happens in the Wayne family and you were like fresh blood

• You were poised, collected, calm, and totally indifferent to the comments

• He knew that Tim hated the media and seeing you calm him down and pull him away from some non obligatory meeting with idiots made him feel like he could trust you with Tim

• Not that he’ll admit it

• He notices that whenever you’re around, it seems like Tim has a weight lifted off his shoulders

Alfred:

• He was the one that helped extract the bullet from Tim’s abdomen so he met you along with everyone else

• I’m sure he knew that Tim was dating someone, but this was the first time he had met that person

• Alfred is a very kind and respectful man

• If he really doesn’t like a person, they know it

• However, if he doesn’t yet know, he treats them formally and without a personal relationship aspect

• He knew that he really liked you when one night, during a busy week of extra crime, you had hauled Tim into bed, forcing him to sleep and shut away his electronics

• Alfred was behind on some housework because of the hectic monitoring schedule and went to bed early

• You stayed up and did the rest of the chores he needed to have completed

• You had always helped out in little ways like cleaning up after yourself (the boys are incapable sometimes lemme tell you, you’re a blessing simply for being normal), you’d make Tim clean his room, and you’d make sure that everything was better than how you found it

• He was so grateful that you had taken time out of rest and decided to help him during a time of need

• It was something very genuine to him since most of the people that the batfam bring home wouldn’t do something like that either out of fear of messing up or indifference

Jason:

• Jay really wasn’t that difficult to crack

• I mean he’s got a rough exterior but ultimately, he just wants to see Timmy happy

• He knows about Tim’s exes and hates every one of them

• Makes sure that you’re not going to blindside anyone with something you have hidden

• Now what really, really gets him to like you personally was when you had come into the cave with a menagerie of weapons to have cleaned, polished, or sharpened

• Tim was sitting at the computer doing work and you were working on everything else

• He didn’t realize that you were really serious about the vigilante life until he saw you hauling all that mess in

• He realized that you came from a tough background and had grown up and out of it

• These things that happened to you didn’t define who you were and he liked that about you since he had a struggle with that- basically he lives vicariously through you at times

• When he sat down next to you with his gun collection to clean and polish, you struck up conversations on Jane Austen, weapons, crazy childhoods, pop culture classics, and random assassinations that ended up being one of you

• He just thinks that you’re cool and chill and that’s good enough for him

Damian:

• Also wasn’t really that hard to break

• I mean you were known as the greatest child assassin and he looked up to you when he was little

• Concerning but that’s how it is

• He recognized you immediately and kept a distance

• Star struck Damian Wayne

• Questions how Tim was dating you

• He knew that he really liked you when his pets liked you

• It’s cliché, but the quickest way to Damian Wayne’s cold little heart is through animals

• You helped him train and walk Titus

• Pennyworth liked to sit on your shoulder and survey the house as you walked around

• Damian was the only other person whom Pennyworth would do this with

• Damian was just bamboozled

He also likes that you’re not some mindless idiot

• Most of the socialites that he has to hang out with are zombies who feed off of dollar bills and designer drugs

Cass:

• Is very, very protective of her family

• She is not one for outsiders and makes sure to know all the weaknesses of new people

• The problem is that she’s having trouble finding your weaknesses

• Tim is obviously one of them, but your stance, your fighting, your regular self just seems indestructible

• She knew personally that this came with tons of training and discipline

• Cass really starts to like you when you notice that she’s not really verbal

• You knew sign language and immediately just start signing to her instead of talking

• Cass really appreciated that you were comfortable getting on her level without second thought

• You watch out for everyone in the family and she feels like she’s not alone in her worries

• You’re basically like a new sibling for her

• You and Cass have a tight bond, the kind of relationship that if you and Tim broke up, you’d still be besties

• She knows that you’re reliable and will never try and use her

• That’s all she wants

Stephanie:

• I think Steph would be easy to get along with

• Like you really gotta suck for her to not like you

• Steph really likes that you’re a relatable person

• You don’t act like you have a stick stuck up your butt and you’re not dramatically brooding at everything

• Steph really started to like you when one night the two of you stayed up after everyone went to sleep

• You two talked about life over some homemade cookies

• You two talked about your favorite celebrities, movies, pet peeves, tv shows, the reality tv show drama, and anything that you could think of

• Now you’re somehow besties with all of the Wayne girls and it’s great

• She also likes that you can lovingly boss Tim around

• There aren’t many that can do that and it’s pretty apparent

Babs:

• Alfred was out of town the day that she started to really, really take a liking towards you

• She was always a cynic for some part, but she started to casually warm up to you

• Saw you as Tim’s s/o and not really a friend

• This was until you noticed that she looked really stressed managing the surveillance by herself without the help of Alfred

• You stayed behind for the time that Alfred was gone and helped her run everything

• She was worried at first since she wasn’t sure that you’d be good at computers

• You really happened to impress her though and that won her over

• You were easy to talk to and it also wasn’t awkward when there was just silence and nothing to talk about

• Babs thinks she felt her heart patter when you very sternly talked Jason down from throwing Damian off a building (regular occurrence)

• “JASON PETER TODD IF YOU DON’T PUT THAT CHILD DOWN AT ONCE I WILL PERSONALLY HAUL YOUR ASS TO THE BANK BUILDING AND CATAPULT YOU ACROSS GOTHAM, DO YOU UNDERSTAND”

• She was like 😏

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kazuko-stuff · 4 months

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Watching Ghibli movies with the batboys

**This is my first time writing for DC btw. Give me ideas for later ficus

Watching Ghibli movies with the Batboys

Dick Grayson

Enjoys watching movies with anyone really

Will enjoy watching Ghibli movies without a doubt

You introduce him to Castle in the Sky first to watch

He worries for Sheeta as she fell in the sky from the air ballon from her captures and pirates

Breathes in relief when her amulet helps her floats down and is found by Pazu

He is drawn to the world building of the story and relates to Pazu, in regards to his antics and willingness to protect Sheeta because she reminds him of you.

Is very curious about the lore of Laputa island after learning the story behind the mythical island and aetherium.

He finds the Dola’s pirate gang funny and is happy they are willing to help the two escape from Muska’s army.

Again he is amazed by the world building when he sees Laputa island and loves the detail of the robots.

Angry that Muska appears and how he abuses his powers and knowledge to hurt people

Is happy that Sheeta understands why the people of Laputa fled from the island and she and Pazu uses the amulet’s power to finish Muska once and for all

If you continue watching more ghibli movies, he will most likely buy a big Totoro plush for both of you to cuddle on

Would sing the Ponyo song to annoy his family and friends and to sing in the shower

Wants to visit Japan to see the places that were inspired by real life places

Admits the food is very mouthwatering and enjoys when the protagonist have meals with loved ones

Jason Todd

at first didn’t seem interested but you give big puppy eyes for him to give in

Was instantly amaze of the story telling of the movie and will geek of the world building due to how immersive the movies are

Will have a hard time having a picking a favorite due to good the storytelling is but if he has one favorite at of all it will be Spirited Away

He gets goosebumps when the spirit bathhouse town gets more active and worries on how Chihiro will get out and save her parents.

He likes to make analysis of the movies after watching them and watches analysis videos on YouTube.

Acknowledges that Yubaba and the other workers get on his nerves because it reminds him of his childhood.

Starts to find wonder the meaning behind Chihiro’s name being taken away and being changed to ‘Sen’ and her first meeting with Haku when she was very little

He notices how Chihiro has changed a lot from the beginning and how it reminds him of himself

He was cheering for Chihiro doing the scene when she was helping the river spirit get clean but wondered what that rice herb cake was for.

He cries at the scene when Haku comforts Chihiro when she was crying and eating onigiri because he knows she being through so much at her age just to save her loved ones

(Btw you made onigiri and bought konpeito)

Shock when Haku has a dragon form and was injured but was relieved when he managed to get healed due to the medicine she gotten from the river spirit

When he sees the bath workers blaming Sen for No-Face’s rampage, he grumbled how it was their fault for indulging and encouraging bad behavior, since he feels ‘No-Face’ is a blank state.

He admits Boh the baby is annoying but doesn’t blame him for being spoiled since his mom is at fault and enjoys that Haku had enough of Yubaba.

Feels at peace in the train scene

Likes Zeniba’s cottage due to how simple and comfy it is to live in.

It reminds him of Alfred and his aura

Happy tears when she and Haku reunited And when Chihiro remembers her first encounter with Haku and his original name

Admits he found Boh less annoying as he grows as a person and stands up for Chihiro against his mom.

Happy that Chihiro manages to save her parents but is sad that an adventures comes to an end

Likes to cook food based on the Ghibli movies since it always has a warm feeling and you're the taste tester.

If he has a stressful day, he likes to listen to ghibli music to remind himself being peace at oneself

Wants to go to a hot spring in Japan at one point

Tim Drake

Decides to watch after seeing hearing it from a group of friends and your big Totoro plush

Like the rest of the batfam, he enjoys the world building and the characters in the Ghibli movie

He would get the foreshadowing and enjoys watching analysis of the movies

He writes analysis and the message based of the symbolism and Japanese mythology

He knew Chihiro almost lost her identity when Yubaba stole her name and figured out what happened to Haku, after seeing the conditions of the bathhouse workers.

His favorite character is Howl from Howl's Moving Castle

He loves how all the characters in the movie are alive and likes the fire spirit

He enjoys how magical the scene was when Howl was flying in the sky with Sophie

He enjoys the banter between Sophie and Howl over hair products that cause his hair to change color

He loves Sophie’s new outfit at the end of the movie

Bought a necklace based off of Howl’s necklace and one time tried to cosplay as him to attend a con with him without his brothers knowing

His likes how steampunk is portrayed in the ghibli movies and enjoys learning more about Japanese culture and mythology

Would likely to go to ghibli events with you

Damian Wayne

after first thought it was going to be boring since he thinks it’s childish but immediately hooked up when he saw the animation of the movies

He decides to watch most of the movies with you when he is in house arrest from patrol

He likes Princess Mononoke movie and My Neighbor Totoro

He enjoys how San is a no-nonsense person and acknowledges she should fight back to defend her home

He somewhat wonders if Poison Ivy is like this because she just wants to defend the environment since San wants to protect the forest, seeing that she is angry at those who is destroying the environment

He secretly likes to watch My Neighbor Totoro and Ponyo with you and his family

He loves the animals in the Ghibli movies

Wishes to ride Moro and wants a pet wolf along with a fish name Ponyo

Ponyo movie inspires him to clean up local beaches

He would want to ride the Catbus from Totoro

Buys ghibli plushies for his collection

He starts to paint background from the movies due to how beautiful they were

He would visit Japan to see the places that set the inspiration for the movie and the Ghibli cafe theme events

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midnight-pluto · 1 year

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COFFEE: Menu

tim drake x gn!reader || smau

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most - a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other’s life, forever?

CONTAINS: fluff, slight crack and angst, sleep deprived Tim, touch-starved reader, reader is queer along with Tim, cursing, a bit of violence (nothing to major), probably ooc characters (i apologize in advance)

COFFEE (Main) Cast || COFFEE (Supporting) Cast || COFFEE (Hero) Cast

˙. ✧ : THE COFFEE SHOP

PG.00 - 8 shots of espresso

PG.01 - Twitter Things

PG.02 - Newfound Regular

PG.03 - Tag Along

PG.04 - Batfamily Shenanigans

PG.05 - Café Special

˙. ✧ : THE BARISTA

PG.06 - Crash-Landing on Balcony

PG.07 - Red Robin~ (yum~!)

PG.08 - Realization

PG.09 - It’s a Date

PG.10 - The Date

˙. ✧ : THE RELATIONSHIP

PG.11 - Chilling with B(r)others

PG.12 - Tired Nights

PG.13 - Meet the Parents

PG.14 - Alleyway Therapy Sessions

PG.15 - Cuddles and Explanations

˙. ✧ : EXTRAS

SPECIAL.01 - Duke’s Tweets

SPECIAL.02 - Fun Facts

SPECIAL NOTE: uh yea so I’m gonna give this smau a shot and try to complete it in a timely manner.

I hope you all enjoy if you decide to read this <3

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niphredil-14 · 1 year

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Yandere Tim Drake Headcanons

Tim would be the type of yandere to stalk his darling long before he made a move. He would learn everything and anything there was to know about them. He would begin to control them from afar. Changing their schedule, their route to work, how much attention they received and how often, who they talked to. He would make everything about them as convenient to him as possible. He would slowly begin to cut them off from the world, so that finally, when they were aching with loneliness, he would make his entrance.

He was their saving grace, pulling them out of a dark place and into his awaiting arms. Every move he makes, every word he speaks, every gesture and expression is planned. While he is with them, he makes them feel like the most important person in the world, and in his absence, he would let their insecurities and loneliness eat away at them, forcing them to build an emotional dependency on him.

His next step would be to force them to be physically and financially dependent on him as well. Completely out of the blue, their boss fired them, without explanation, just before rent was due. Of course, Tim would let them stay with him, he loves them after all! And he will always be there for them! And when they couldn’t get hired anywhere else, it was no problem! Tim has more money than he could use in ten lifetimes! They’re more than welcome to have his!

At that point in the relationship, they were still allowed to leave the house at their will, because Tim would never dream of taking away their autonomy! But oh, what a shame it was that one night while they were walking back from grocery shopping, they were attacked by some goon! Thankfully, though, Red Robin was there to save them and escort them home. And what a surprise it was for Red Robin to unmask himself once inside the penthouse with them, only to reveal their loving boyfriend! He was so worried when he saw them get attacked, and he just couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to them! Maybe it would be for the best if for the next few days they only leave their home when he was with them to make sure that nothing went wrong. And oh? As soon as they started going out without him again, some other asshole had the audacity to try to hurt them again? Oh well, maybe they ought to just stay home if he wasn’t around.

The final step of getting them to never leave would be to have a very close call while out on a nightly stroll. If he got so badly hurt that they would be so filled with anxiety every time they left the house, even when they were with him, then they would never have to leave. It’s more dangerous for him to be protecting them, because then he can’t really focus on the fight since he would be too worried about their safety!

Once they stopped leaving the house all together, he would make it so that everyone they had connection with online would disappear. Anyone who had ever been even remotely close to them would be gone. Left completely alone, unable to leave the house, they would only have him. And he would stay with them all the time, except for patrol and his Wayne Enterprises duties, but the time those took up would significantly decline.

He would make them feel like they were in complete control, and would bend to almost every one of their whims. He would buy them whatever they wanted, he would spoils them rotten with diamonds, gems, clothes, money, and love. They were his darling, after all.

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ephemerensis · 9 months

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Kalopsia // Tim Drake x GN! Reader

lolz wrote this to cope bc im losing my mind, not proofread xoxo enjoy this is angst and hurt bc forgiving people is too easy when they were more than you could bear

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“Let’s break up.”

At the time you felt so grown up to offer it. Looking back, it seemed more like an act of desperation. Those words were a lifeline thrown to sea, a silent plea for him to deny you and prove it was all still salvageable. But lifelines meant little when there was nothing to swim back to, and your ship had long been sinking.

Things moved slower in summer. A cruel juxtaposition to the winter you met in, the winter you felt you embodied and the winter he said he loved. But as the days grew longer, honeying the time you spent together, you could feel it all so much more clearly. You practically bathed in it, suffocated by the ailments of the inevitable. It wasn’t working.

So you casted your lifeline, pleading Tim would grasp it, he would disagree and fight for you. All under the guise that this needed to happen.

Your head rested on his core, the two of you sprawled out on a picnic blanket under the clear skies. His hand was running its course through your hair. The sun was so warm, but not quite as warm as the hope that flickered in your chest when you felt him tense. His hand paused and for a moment you tasted salvation. Then he unfroze, melted in the summer heat. Tantalizingly caught up in the lazy summer air’s slow, he was fine.

And you were bitter when he accepted.

“Okay.”

You could feel the reserved smile that graced his gentle features without looking. But even after all this time, you could never tell really what he meant by it. And that was months ago.

Now you were in the city alone. Your own apartment. A steady job. The same cream cheese everything bagel in the morning with a cup of hazelnut coffee from the cute little bakery on the corner next to the police station everyday, where you knew his brother worked but also knew he would never visit. The one you were bustling into today, the drops of snow that followed you in instantly disintegrating when met with the warm bakery air. The lingering thoughts of him and his coffee comatoses fading as the sharp cinnamon scent hit you.

There he stood. The millisecond it took for you to recognize him stretched on for centuries. You missed him so much that you’d conjured up a visage built from a stranger’s likeness, you’d thought. The familiar unkempt raven head of hair, and the way he was always hunched over to squint at his phone while he waited for his morning cold brew.

But it was him. Your body knew it before your mind did, feet freezing in place as you stared. When he turned around, the roots holding you to the ground grasped you for a moment too long. It was enough for him to see you and your dumb conflicted expression, despite the hustle bustle of morning rush hour. Enough for him to stare back a second longer than he should’ve as you turned around and took off.

You couldn’t place in your head exactly why you were running. The cafe just suddenly felt too small and the look in his eyes as you turned to leave felt too gentle. So against any semblance of logic, you decided to hurry away. You heard him call after you as you ran down the sidewalk. You saw him comb through the crowds almost frantically as you pressed your back against an alley building. You saw him run past the alley. But like an unavoidable magnetism, you saw him stop and turn; eyes finding your own amongst the throng of moving people.

Everything was silent as he approached you. Slow; like a tamer to a wild animal, holding your gaze the whole way. Something about the way he looked at you made you feel so vulnerable. As if his eyes could read your soul.

And then he was in front of you and the noise came rushing back. In fact, it was a little too loud as you stared up at him, you almost didn’t hear him say hello.

It was a timid one. The kind you would offer your mother after the two of you fought and you wanted to test the waters after the smoke cleared.

“Hi,” you said in the same small way. There wasn’t much else to say. This was the boy who knew every unapologetic aspect about you. The one whose wellbeing became your earth shattering priority. The one your heart still whined at the prospect of knowing. The boy you shouldn’t be thinking of again, because he was nothing to you now. You broke up.

He looked at you almost apologetically. Not that he had to. You weren’t mad at him. You had no right to be angry. You, with your subliminal messaging and silent pleas, broke up with him.

Or at least that’s what you told yourself as the memories bubbled up. Never knowing where he was at night. Apology flowers on days that dates were lost to fatigue. That stupid feeling of being taken for granted every time you wanted to get closer to him and he pushed you away as if you were in the wrong.

It was a mutual, clean, break. You must’ve been clingy for him to let you go so easily.

“How are you doing?”

You couldn’t make eye contact. It wasn’t his fault but it didn’t hurt you any less. If he knew you he’d know that. If he knew you. Instead you kept your gaze pinned to the wall behind him as you tried to sort your thoughts and swallow your feelings.

“I’m doing great,” you hated how meek you sounded. As if a person you knew so deeply would make you shrink back in your shell like this. “You?”

“I’m good too. Do you visit that shop often?” If he could sense your apprehension he didn’t show it. Enthused was a better word to describe him.

“No,” you lied. Half because you didn’t want him to know where you frequented. “Just when I’m in the area.” Half because you were tired of bearing yourself to someone that never really saw you.

“That’s cool.” You could hear the smile in his voice. The awkward one that made it seem like this, you, pained him. It was so frustratingly condescending, as if he wasn’t the cause of your misgivings.

“Yeah.” A beat of silence passed and you waited. For what exactly, you couldn’t be sure. An apology, an extension, a follow up question— some tidbit about his life you were dying to know but too hurt to ask. Anything.

But that was it. It was too little and too much all at once. Nothing changed.

Ducking your head down, you slipped past him, reentering the busy sidewalk to just get away as he stayed still there. Foolishly, something in you, the part that still loved him, hoped he would stop you but you knew better.

Except he did. He caught you by your arm just as you were about to slip away into the crowd.

“Wait.”

You had every means to pull away, his grip wasn’t so tight. This was a plea, not a command. He was cruel for it, because as much as you’d get mad and give up and run away, you would crumble if he’d asked. That’s exactly how you felt now. Frustrated to no end but as he uttered that ‘wait,’ you felt the earth crumble at your feet, forging a path that could only lead to staying for him.

It was enough to make you want to cry.

“Please. Don’t do that to me.” Meek and mild and weak; something you could never be to anyone else. The worst part was, you never wanted to present yourself to him that way either— he’d just invoked it in you in a way that made you feel so exposed it was terrifying.

Now he looked confused, as if this was unexpected, “…what?”

“Don’t tell me to wait, because if you do I’ll wait here for centuries. I’ll look for you in every alley that I pass on the way.” You looked at him, locking your tear brimmed eyes with his own cerulean depths you’d fallen into time and time again. “I’ll seek refuge in every stranger I meet, wondering what exactly I’m missing that made us wrong as if I had some fatal flaw that made me so dismissible to you. Every time you open your mouth, I listen like a dog and you would know that if you’d known me. It’s mean, Tim. You’re being mean.”

You were crying now, calcium streaking your cheeks, but you were too used to the embarrassment to care. That’s how it was with him. You were raw. Vulnerable. And he just looked at you as if that’s the way you were.

“I’m sorry.” His hand reached towards you, to rest on your shoulder, but you shrugged it away.

“You’re not! And that’s the thing with you, I can’t even be mad. You’ve done nothing wrong. This is all my fault! I couldn’t ever be good. I couldn’t ever talk to you. I couldn’t ever let go. I overthink every little thing when it comes to you, I can’t even be here without imploding. I broke up with you. So please… don’t be cruel and let me go. Tell me to leave and I’ll listen.”

For a minute he just stared back and you wondered if your words even registered at all. You couldn’t read his expression.

“Why should I?”

It was your turn to be bewildered.

“You’re wrong, for the record, and I’m sorry I let you go; and I miss you.”

“Tim—“

“I know you. Not as well as I’d like, and clearly not enough for you to see it, but I do. You have never been selfish once in your life; not with people you care for. You keep your mouth shut and you act like everything is fine to avoid burdening others.”

He’d taken your hand somewhere during the course of his proclamation, but you didn’t feel inclined to pull away. For the first time you saw it in him; the sundering you felt when you bore your sores to him “I’d known that, and I thought if I just gave you time you’d open up to lean on me.”

“I tried, Tim. I reached out to you every chance I got to the point where I doubted you even wanted to be around me. And I know that’s my fault too for not being more benign, but you can’t have expected that out of me.” You couldn’t count the amount of times you poured your heart out to an empty spigot. He was so above it all, it made you feel bad. Tim never cried like you did, fists pounding on the floor. Nor did he run into half as many conflicts.

“And I was wrong for it.”

Even now it felt like you were losing a war he didn’t know you were fighting. You had your hand laid bare while he was still dealing the deck. “Why’d you agree with me? Why did you let me break up with you?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted and I was stupid. I knew you were hurting, and more than anything I wanted you to be okay. I’m sorry, but please don’t ever think it was easy because it wasn’t. I just didn’t want you to feel any worse.”

“I was hurt! I was so inconsolably hurt, but it hurt so much more to be without you.”

Your voice broke as you choked back a sob. He pulled you in and like a dog you didn’t resist, falling back into the arms you’d run away from. They were so warm.

“Let me try again,” he’d whispered to you.

And against your better judgement you whispered back, “okay.”

#tim drake fanfic #tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake angst #angst #batman #dc #red robin x reader #tim drake x gender neutral reader

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Cheshire's Chase

《Catlad/Stray x Reader! HEADCANONS》

More Catlad Tim! HEADCANONS! Mini fic at end! Slight Robin Au too!

Tim is obsessed with the Batfamily (Regardless if you are Robin/Vigilante! Reader)

Tim often writes in a small journal about the crime-fighting family!

He looks up to Dick since he met him before at Haley's circus before his parents had became a bit detached.

Jason never met Tim as Robin, but did look up to him! Finding this Robin a tad bit cooler than when the first Robin was taking crooks down.

Nightwing on the other hand babies Catlad when Tim is first starting out! The two would even sneak out from their parents- *ahem* "parental guardians", to get some air and just talk. [Tim just straight-up fanboying and trying to play it cool. He asks questions about Batman, Nightwing, Robin, and etc.

Sighing stupidly at your phone, you felt your cheeks, warm as an oven and your heart all mushy. A small squeal leaves your lips as you twirl about on your way to Wayne manor. A skip in your step without a care in the world as you ring the doorbell.

Instead of Alfred greeting you, Bruce Wayne meets you at the front door.

"Ah, (Y/N), thank you for arriving in such short notice."

"Of course Mr. Wayne!" You yell, a bit too much excitement in your voice.

The play-boy billionaire eyes you with a questioning look. "Alright.. Well, I must head off now. Alfred and Dick will be back to the manor in a few hours. You know the rules, so I'll be off. Take care of Damien, have a good one!" The CEO waves goodbye as he heads to his garage.

You do a small wave back, soon heading inside the lustrous manor.

Your feet tapping against the cold floor as you wander around the manor for the "baby" you were supposed to be "sitting".

"(L/N)." Damien calls out to you from the stairs to the upstairs bedrooms. Ace and Titus sitting beside him with straightened postures.

You smile at the tiny kid, waving at him to come down. He does so, with a eye-roll and a click of his tongue. The two dogs following behind him like soldiers.

"You seem in good spirits (L/N), more so than usual." The boy said, the two of you outside in the ginormous backyard as you pick up a toy ball for the dogs.

"Ooohh... Yeah, I-I guess something good did happen today...!" You state, your voice becoming higher pitched and faster. Ignoring Damien's cold stare as you throw the toy ball, Ace runs after it, while Titus looks at his Master for confirmation. Damien nods, smirking a bit at his animal companion as he runs off toward Ace.

"Well what is it?"

""Scuse me?"

"What made you this "happy" today?" The young Wayne reiterates, petting Ace and Titus once they brought back the ball and another ball?

Where did they find the other one??

"IT-S Uhnnn, teenage stuff, it'll make you SO BOreeed, don't worry about it, kay?!" You grab one of the balls and chuck it so fast and far it flew outside the gardens.

"Damn.. I mean! DANG!" You try to censor yourself, forgetting there was a child present.

"(L/N), I know what cursing is, your just like Grayson whenever he loses his balance." Damien scoffs, and you chuckle at the oh-so "perfect Garyson" falling on his face whenever he tries to black-flip to impress you and Damien.

"I know, but your still a ity-bity tike! I don't wanna ruin your child like innocence!" You whine dramatically, attempting to go in for a hug as Damien expertly avoids your hug attack.

"Augh, your worse than Garyson!" He hisses, this time changing his route to inside the manor.

"Come on, we need to get that ball back!"

"Fine..!" You groan out, pouting. "But I think it's an accomplishment that I'm worse than him!"

Wandering around the Crest Hill neighborhood, you stare in awe at the pristine houses and ginormous manors and mansions of rich households.

Damien nudged your leg when he noticed the stupid expression on your face.

"You've seen Wayne Manor before, these buildings aren't as amazing. That one over there isn't even old, it's rather plain too."

You eye the one Damien pointed out curiously, "who's home is it?"

Damien shoots you a look, which you could only offer a timid smile.

The boy sighs and names all the residents on the street, explaining to you the reasons he even knew were due to his father's connections with the higher upper-class citizens of Gotham. Most of them attended the charities they frequented.

"The newer building is Drake Manor-"

Damien becomes quiet as he turns around, you following his position.

A familiar teen walks up to the two of you...

Oh.

SHIT-

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"

Your body trembles in place as you turn around, Damien who notices your frightened stance. Glares at the newcomer that decided to approach the two of you.

"TIM- I-I mean! Hi-! Drake, Tim Drake??" You babble, wanting to find the nearest rock and crush it on your skull.

"Uhm, yeah, that's me.. Why are you in Crest Hill? I thought you... Wait, do you live here?" Tim coughed, realizing his slip up.

"OH-ya see.. I had.. A baby-sitting gig, so that's why I'm here. BU-Ut... No, I don't live here, in this area, or neighborhood."

Tim's eyes don't meet your own, he rubs the back of his neck and apologized for the assumption.

"No! It's fine, really!" You honestly were just more focused on the fact Tim even knew you existed. The two of you didn't really talk with each other, except on the occasional "hi" or nod in greeting when seeing each other. (Which would always light up your day!)

"And the one that does live here is standing beside me." You gestured to Damien, who squares up in front of Tim.

Not frightened or shy by the lanky looking male in front of him.

"It was nice seeing you, Drake. But we have to keep looking for our ball, excuse us."

Damien, grabs your hand, trying to tug you away, but you stay rooted on the sidewalk.

"W-well I guess will see each other later?"

" Definitely," Tim said. His slips form into a grin as he walks back to his destination.

"Yeah.." You giggle stupidly.

Once Tim was out of sight and hearing, you stumble forward as Damien pulls you along.

"Wait! Damien! Calm down! My legs are asleep right now!" You cry out, he ignored you as the two of you find the ball and head back to the manor.

Mini Catlad And Other Batbrats HEADCANONS

Nightwing babies Catlad when first meeting them. Red Hood shoots at him, Robin tried to kill him.

Robin in this Au has a fun rivalry with Catlad, the two often bickering instead of fighting, or both at the same time.

I would like to think Catlad has intentionally flirted with you while babysitting Robin or Damien just to piss off the kid. But I can see that the two respect each other. But won't admit it unless they were both about to die.

"What's wrong?" Catlad smiles evilly at the two of you, or rather, mostly towards Robin. Who seemed fed up with the thief's antics. While you and Damien had decided to go to the museum to check out a new exhibit. (Dick had begged you to take Damien in his steed because of reasons.)

But, the two cat burglars had decided to make an entrance...

Batman was off running after Catwoman, while Robin stood protectively in front of you. Glaring at the cat-themed villain, while you smile at Catlad. Remembering the two of you rendezvous on apartment roof-tops a few days back.

You started to pray for his safety when Robin threw out a flash bomb at your friend.

[Hope you guys enjoyed it! I need to start thinking about making a bat-brats as villain series. Also, hint for the next one, it's gonna be a hoot! Get it?]

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Idc what you say, Tim Drake banks at TD for the single possible scenario that someone asks if he owns it and he just pretends he does until everyone thinks that Tim Drake owns TD.

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unmotivatedwrit3r · 1 year

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One More Sleep pt.2

batboys x reader

(A/N): Here's part 2! [Edit: find pt. 1 here.] Somehow I managed to get Steph and Cass done today so the series is now complete. If the characterization is off, I apologize; I've never written for either of them much before. I hope everyone who celebrates is having a lovely Christmas and that you all enjoy!

This one is dedicated to @glorified-red, who it an absolutely amazing human being and one I am privileged to know. Thank you for your encouragement, qamar, and I hope this live up to your expectations.

total wc: ~1900

warnings: non-graphic references to injury, explicit mentions of Christmas

Tim Drake:

wc: ~500

Tim is way more awake at 2am on Christmas morning than he has any right to be, especially after an undercover mission overseas. It’s not even caffeine awake, he just passed out—the sleep kind, not the unconscious kind—on the plane home after debrief and took a five hour nap.

When he pushes open the door to the apartment he lives in with you, the lights are on. It takes him a second to find you under all the blankets; you’re scrolling halfheartedly through what he thinks is tumblr. He didn’t expect you to be up this late but a part of him warms at the fact that you stayed up anyway. You don’t even react to him until he’s right next to you which means you’re exhausted, but you do notice before he says anything because he’s suddenly on the couch next to you and wrapped in your arms and so many blankets.

“I missed you,” Tim says into the junction where your shoulder meets your neck. The grip around his shoulders tightens.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Tim nestles his face one more time into your shoulder before he lets go.

“You didn’t have to stay up for me.”

“I know,” you tell him, and there’s a fond smile on your face that you only ever make for him. “But I wanted to.”

You cup his face so you can press a kiss to his cheekbone and then run your hands quickly through his hair.

“Now go put on pjs and brush your teeth so we can watch a movie together before we go to bed.”

Tim isn’t going to argue. A movie with you sounds perfect, even if you’re both tired and he’s not sure you’ll stay awake through the whole thing.

“Hallmark movie?” Tim asks.

“Of course. What do you take me for?”

You head back to the couch as he heads to the bedroom and by the time he comes back in his fuzzy Christmas pants, you’ve narrowed it down to two.

“Fake dating or lesbian friends to lovers?” you ask as he sits down next to you.

“The gay one. What do you take me for?” he teases back, shuffling so he can be squished next to you and likewise stretch his legs out on the ottoman.

You huff a laugh and click on the movie, quickly turning the volume down before the Netflix intro can make the two of you cringe and then back up again once the movie starts. He links your hands together over your thighs. Your pjs are navy and his are red, but they both have little Santas printed on them. You bought them together during a black friday sale.

You hand him the remote and Tim dips his head onto your shoulder. This is what hallmark movies call content, he thinks.

By the time the opening credits fade away to the movie itself, Tim can feel your breaths even out. He doesn’t mind; he’s fallen asleep on you during movies plenty of times. He’ll move after this movie’s over, Tim decides. Then he’ll carry you to the bedroom and go to bed.

He’s asleep by the time the movie protagonist decides she does, in fact, enjoy time in her small hometown.

Damian Wayne:

wc: ~550

Damian is limping slightly when he pushes open the front door. It’s nearing 3 o’clock—2:46a.m. by the last check of his watch—and he’s brought eight new stitches, a sprained knee, and bruised ribs home with him for Christmas. Damian knows you’re asleep, you texted him hours ago before you went to bed. He was on a plane, heading back from Europe at the time, getting patched up. He didn’t tell you that part in his response, but you’ll probably ask him something later that will make him reveal it anyway and he’ll submit to your concerned questioning as he always does. His only hope is that it won’t be in the middle of the manor living room or he’ll be supplying a bunch of nosy siblings with teasing ammunition they’ll use for months.

The set of electric candles that live on the coffee table are still on, so Damian can see as he toes off his boots and drops his keys on the side table. His winter coat and hat are put up on the coat hanger before he ventures further into the apartment.

There’s a gift on the coffee table. Damian doesn’t see it until he moves to turn the candles off, but it’s wrapped in brown paper and decorated with a gift tag that reads “ameli” and a green bow. He sits on the arm of the couch—if he sits all the way down, he’s not sure he’ll get up: he’s exhausted—and turns on a lamp before turning off the candles. In the lamp light, the Christmas tree is more visible, and he can see your handiwork in the presents underneath, waiting for the day after christmas, a time for just the two of you.

When he opens the present, it’s actually two things. The first one is small and in a black tie pouch and he puts it in his pocket to open the bigger thing. It’s a knee brace, a new one. He’s been needing one for a few weeks now, a to-do list item living at the back of his mind that he never actually got to. You texted one of his brothers (Dick he assumes; the two of you get along very well) because you knew something was wrong, he realizes. He can’t even bring himself to dread the concerned appraisal he knows for sure he’ll be getting early in the morning.

He doesn’t remember the second thing until he’s changing into his pajamas. They were waiting for him when he stepped into the bathroom to brush his teeth. The bag is in the pocket of the jeans he’s half-heartedly folded and put on the sink. It’s a necklace, a simple gold chain with a vertical bar charm. In the bright bathroom lighting, he can see an engraving in the gold. It reads “hayati” in Arabic letters. حياتي. My life. The necklace, made of material that doesn’t tarnish, sits so that the charm hides just underneath his shirt collar, private only for him.

Stitches covered, ribs taped, and new brace on, Damian lifts the edge of the weighted blanket to slide into bed. You’re laying on your side, facing him. Damian moves a piece of hair out of your face.

“Merry Christmas, habibi,” he whispers, love coloring his voice. You move only to rest your head against his chest.

Cassandra Cain:

wc: ~350

When Cass steps off the Wayne Enterprises jet, she’s expecting the black car waiting for her. She’s not expecting it to be your car. And she’s definitely not expecting to see you leaning against it, what she assumes is a cup of coffee in a Black Bat to-go mug in one gloved hand and your phone in the other. Last check of her own phone—the lock screen is a picture Duke took of the two of you at the manor during the most recent movie night you attended together—it’s 1:12am. She assumes you haven’t been standing outside long. It’s in the low double digits temperature-wise outside and Cass is cold even in her winter coat.

You slide your phone into your pocket and wave at her, an excited smile on your face. Cass smiles back without thinking and returns your wave with the hand holding her rolling suitcase. Her other hand is clad in a wrist brace and holding a Christmas bag.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” you say to her once she’s close to you, “I’m glad you’re home safe.” You reach for her suitcase and she concedes without argument, passing it over.

“Me too. Merry Christmas.” Cass circles the car to stand at the passenger door, but she watches you put her suitcase in the trunk even though the cold is slowly stripping the feeling from her nose.

You slam the trunk shut and wave to her before heading for the driver’s side. Cass opens her door as you do and you close your door and start the car in quick succession so it’ll warm up before you start heading home. Cass just watches. There’s something fascinating to her about your body language when she’s around. Cass knows a lot of languages. Body language is the only one that rarely lies, and she sees your love for her in every move you make. You turn to look at her, but you don’t say anything. There’s a warmth in her chest that Cass thinks has little to do with the warm air coming through the vents.

I love you, Cass says to you in sign language.

Your lips curl up in the self-conscious smile you make when she says sweet things out of nowhere. Cass feels her heart skip a beat at your response.

Thank you for choosing me.

Stephanie Brown:

wc: ~400

Stephanie can’t stifle the smile on her face as her key turns silently in the lock. She’s early. Not by much, when compared to a weeklong mission—only about 4 hours—but it’s early enough that she knows you’re awake which means she gets to see you on Christmas Eve after all.

You don’t look up as the door opens; there’s a hallmark movie playing on your TV and from what Steph can tell, you’re somewhere in the middle of it. It must not be very good, though because you’re also looking at your phone, scrolling through instagram. Steph leans over the couch to grab your phone, and you shriek and stand up as you turn around. Only vigilante reflexes stop your head from colliding with hers.

“Steph! You’re early!”

You scramble over the couch to crush her in a hug, and Stephanie feels the heaviness of the mission slide off of her even as her ribs creak.

So worth it.

After a week of nothing but being on guard and a general lack of safety, she squeezes you right back. Even when you let up on the squeezing she doesn’t let go, her head resting in the crook of your neck. She’s grateful, not for the first time, that you seem to be able to read her mind, and you don’t let go until she does.

Steph cups your face and pulls you into a kiss.

“Happy Christmas Eve, baby,” she says as she pulls away.

You sneak another peck to her lips, her cheek, her jawbone.

“I missed you,” you tell her, pressing your forehead to hers. Steph wraps her hands around your wrists where your hands are cradling her face.

“We have time to make cookies,” you continue, your forehead still pressed to hers. Steph can’t see the smile on your face but she knows it’s there. She pulls away and sure enough her favorite smile in the world is looking back at her.

“Oh heck yeah, let’s do it. And we’ll take some to the manor tomorrow so Jason can taste our sweet success.” You snort out a laugh.

“Duh, obviously. Okay first, you need Christmas pajamas. And then you preheat the oven. I’ll get the ingredients out and get the butter softened.”

“Sir yes sir,” Steph teases. “Matching Christmas pajamas coming right up.”

Steph almost gets all the way to the bedroom before she remembers.

“And don’t forget to leave us extra chocolate chips!”

“Already done!”

“I knew you loved me,” Steph calls back. She can hear your laugh from inside the bedroom.

“Always.”

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🍃🌹Mirrors: Tim Drake x Autistic Reader🌹🍃

[Dan Moka 2022]

Summary: Autistic Reader and Tim mirroring eachother.

Cw: None that I can think of.

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So I feel like no one even thought of getting Tim tested for Autism, because they all just assumed the Drake's would of. Bruce not really being neruotyical, probably just took one look at Tim and thought, 'Yep, that's normal child behavior'. Especially, since Bruce's frist kid he raised was Dick 'ADHD' Grayson.

When you began working with Tim, his Autism got to shine way more than it did in the past. You mirroring eachother, probably started with a couple of things. Then, just went down hill from there. Maybe, he started doing one of your hand stims, then you started eating his safe foods.

Now, you both are particularly a reflection of the other. If you have similar sized clothes, good luck telling them apart. Because, you both would steal the others for very different reasons. Tim, not wanting to go through the agonizing process that is doing laundry, while having burn out. The ladder of you, was that you couldn't find your safety clothing and took Tim's that has the same texture.

What, made his brothers realize something was up, was during one morning where you both were doing the same exact routine. Shower, Clothes, Coffee. You both even picked up your drinks at the same time. Jason definitely would start making 'Redrum' and other Shinning book jokes.

Batman I feel like would frist notice when Tim and yours fighting styles started to merge.

All in all, you both never realized you mirroring the other, until his brothers and your two's friends pointed it out. And Bruce has to fill out paperwork.

#Crow!Writes #tim drake #tim drake x gender neutral reader #autistic reader #autistic male reader #autistic mirroring #tim drake fanfiction

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What would the BatBoys do if their S/O knit them a sweater?

Dick

Would live in his, especially in the winter months. He’d find a new way to style it everyday, some tame, some horrendous, which S/O isn’t sure whether to cackle over or to mourn. And when Dick comes out of the shower in just the sweater and underwear, well…

He wears it so much it eventually wears out, and Dick is heartbroken. It’s not only his favorite piece of clothing, but he knows how much time and effort S/O put into it. Only for his jaw to drop in surprise before he peppers S/O with kisses when they pull out a new one they made for him when they noticed the original was getting a little too threadbare.

Jason

Jason would treasure his just as much, but be more selective of when and where he wears it—mostly around the apartment with S/O. That someone he loves cares enough for him to make him something meant to keep him warm—after the streets, after death, after the Pit—warms him as much as the yarn.

And if S/O likes seeing him in it, warm and cozy in something they made for him, likes curling up on Jason’s chest while he wears it, likes gripping it lightly while kissing him breathless—well Jason’s more than happy to let them appreciate their work.

Tim

Tim, the little caffeine gremlin, would live in his too, I think, but more at home and WE than anywhere else. He gets cold from sitting still for so long while doing computer and case work, so it’s nice to have something he can throw on when he reaches that point. And the look on Tam’s face when he put it on after a nasty board meeting one day tickled him for a week. It’s less nice when he forgets to take it with him, though.

He does not wear it at the Manor, or in any vigilante related location like the Tower or the Nest—it would be too easily damaged. Even civilian events at the Manor end up devolving into knives far too frequently for him to risk it, however much he’d like the warmth and reassurance. When S/O offers to make him more so he’s never without, out of Bat-grade materials if Tim can get them some—Tim can’t not kiss them.

Bruce

Bruce and S/O have been together so long S/O has knitted them several, with varying degrees of skill. The oldest and most haphazard/unwieldy of which Bruce insists on wearing to every Gala and Wayne event he can, extolling the virtues of hand-knitted garments made by the one you love. He swears he can feel the added warmth of their love.

Meanwhile, the perfectly knit, classy and stylish sweaters he only wears around the Manor, the fucker.

Older!Damian

Damian would cherish his to either almost the point of secrecy—a garment for him made of his Beloved’s hand, no other would ever be granted the right to witness such a treasure—

Or he would flaunt it—my Beloved has bestowed upon me a treasure crafted of their own hand, and all will bear witness to the depths of their affection. He painted them a gorgeous miniature in matching tones that they wear in a locket.

#batfamily #batman #jason todd x gender neutral reader #dick x gender neutral reader #tim drake x gender neutral reader #Bruce x gender neutral reader #damian Wayne x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #sweaters #BatFam in sweaters #dick x reader #jason x reader #tim x reader #bruce x reader #damian x reader #older damian wayne #I haven’t included Duke because I’m still learning his personality #other than he seems decently sane #unlike the rest of them

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ecoamerica · 23 days

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Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

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urlocalgothamite · 1 year

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Tim Drake Headcanon

Tim Drake Headcannon.

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Tim has a partner who's not involved in the vigilante or law enforcement life. Every time they gossip.

Tim pulls out some "legally speaking.....blah blah blah."

"Well since I'm into legal stuff....blah blah blah."

I feel like it would aggravate the partner when they're just trying to gossip but they would be thankful when something is serious and needs to be done. Tim will handle it.

Basically, he's a major legal nerd.

#tim drake #tim drake x gender neutral reader #tim drake x reader #dc comics #batboys x reader #batfamily #maybe in another life he was a lawyer #timothy jackson drake

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kimberly-spirits13 · 3 months

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Tired Timmy

Pairing: Tim Drake x reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Fluff- When you return from a mission, you realize how tired Tim is and get him to sleep.

Word Count: 1598

PS: I IMPLORE THE BATFAM WRITERS TO MAKE MORE TIMMY CONTENT

Tonight, was an especially cold night. Snow fell over the city and blanketed everything in sight. You had just gotten back from a mission in the Amazon and was on break from patrol duty. Aside from getting used to the change in climate from where you were versus where you are now, you were worried about Tim. Of course, he was relieved that you were back safe and sound, he told you as much, but he seemed especially stressed as of lately. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stress about you leaving for a mission without him, but even coming back didn’t seem to stall his emotions.

“How’s it going Timmy?” You asked in the comms, watching the surveillance cameras from around the city.

“mmm” he grumbled in response

“That good huh?” You started snickering at his response, “Only thirty more minutes and then you can come crash.”

“Good to know.” He said as you watched him haphazardly swing from one building to another, “any leads on the Riddler case?”

“A few, I’m pretty sure he and Penguin are in cahoots again. I’d say that they’re getting ready for a heist. Give them three weeks tops.” Tim heard paper being tossed around as you combed through the case files regarding your suspicions, “We can go over them when you’re rested.”

“I’ll be fine.” Tim said, “We’ll talk about it when I get back.”

You weren’t going to argue with him. Tim could be stubborn about working and you didn’t want him angry on patrol, especially when he was this tired. It was a good way of making sure that he came home injured.

“Dick, make sure that Tim doesn’t throw himself off a building or something.” You said on a private link.

“I’m always on it, Y/N/N.” He replied in a chipper tone, “You see it too?”

“Yeah,” you leaned back in your chair, watching as the boys ran through the city, “I’ll pick his brain on it when you guys get back. Just make sure he comes back in one piece.”

“Will do.”

You logged into the computer database on Penguin and Riddler’s recent moves, trying to pinpoint connections to them. It was late and you told Alfred to go to sleep so there was only Damian’s pets keeping you company. The first sign of extra life was the sounds of the Batmobile roaring through the underground tunnels. Sometimes, depending on how fast Bruce was going, the walls would vibrate and shake. Dust from the cave’s ceiling would fall onto the floor and in the air as he came flying into the garage. Today it was mundane, and no dust came off the walls. You heard the mechanical sliding of the doors opening and two pairs of heavy footsteps before the sound of two other engines roared through the cave.

“How’s the investigation going?” Bruce asked, raking through the papers as Damian picked up Alfred the cat from the chair arm rest.

“It’s moving along nicely. I think they’re going for the new diamond exhibit downtown. I don’t know why anyone exhibits anything valuable in this city anymore.”

Bruce gave a stiff chuckle before patting you on the back, “Good work, turn in for the night, you need rest.”

Bruce started walking off as Tim came up and leaned over the side rest.

“Hey babe.” He tipped your chin to give you a kiss.

“How was patrol?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“It was fine.” He said, pulling up a chair next to you.

“You seem exhausted.” “Timmy let’s go to bed. We need rest.”

“Looks aren’t always as they appear Y/N/N.” He mindlessly ran his fingers through your hair and stared at you, “What do you have on the case?”

You knew there was nothing you could do to get Tim to go to bed at this point. It was time for plan “Timber”. Talking fast, you told him everything you had. There was no repeating what you had said, and you started flipping through the papers as fast as possible without raising suspicion. You had the clocks set to look like a later time, making sure that Tim would think it was later than it was. It was obvious when the plan was working since you saw Tim’s unfocused eyes start wandering around the cave. When it got to this point, Tim would finally decide it was time to rest.

“Does that make sense?” You asked, thumbing over his fingers, “I’ve got the schematics of the-“

“Y/N/N, it makes sense but, uh, I’m not focusing anymore.”

“Do you wanna go to bed?” You asked, searching for any sign of resistance in his eyes, “Come on.”

You stood up and pulled him out of the chair, he leaned into you and let his weight rest against you.

“Sorry, you just got back from a mission, you must be sore.” He said, leaning off you.

“It’s okay Timmy, I’m alright.” You hugged him and led him upstairs, “Come on, I’ll get you to bed.”

“M’ not a baby, I can’t get there myself.” He mumbled into your shoulder before pausing, “That came out snappy.”

“You’re fine Tim. I know you’re tired.”

“I’m fine.”

Again, you didn’t say anything back, but instead led him up the next flight of stairs and into his room. Leaving him to grab his clothes, you walked into the bathroom and started the shower. When the water was warm enough, you opened the door to tell Tim it was ready. He walked in before calling you back in, the softness of his voice showing how tired he was.

“Hey um, you haven’t showered yet either have you?” He asked, crossing his arms with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“I showered after dinner Tim.” You said, raising a brow.

“Oh yea.” There was a silence in the room for a few seconds.

“But, if you insist, I can’t say no.” This made Tim chuckle a bit before you shut the door and he dropped the towel before he got into the shower himself.

You quickly undressed and opened the glass door, joining Tim in the hot stream of water. Tim leaned his head against your shoulder and sighed deeply.

“I’m tired.” He admitted, wrapping his arms around you, relishing in the heat of the water and the closeness of you.

“I gathered as much.” “You’ve been over working yourself recently. I told Dick to make sure you didn’t run yourself to death before I got back.”

“It’s not Dick’s fault.” He said, “I have my ways.”

“Oh, I know.” You laughed, making Tim laugh with you.

“I’m glad you’re back. I thought I’d kill someone for the past three weeks.”

“I’m glad to be back too. Also, glad you didn’t kill anyone, that would be unfortunate.” You started running shampooed hands through his hair, washing the dirt and grime down the drain.

Tim closed his eyes and let the water run over his head, washing away the soap and eventually the conditioner that you ran through his hair. He began to wash himself, making sure not to run over the bruises on his torso. Tim gave you a quick glance before double taking. “What’s this from?” He asked, running a soapy finger over a stitched wound on your stomach, “I haven’t seen it.”

“Got grazed by a blade during the mission.” “One of the assassins got the best of Cassie and I jumped in front of her.”

“It looks painful.” “I’ve been leaning on you this entire time, are you hurt anywhere else?” He spun you around and started looking for signs of other injuries.

“Besides a few bruises, I’m fine. You’re fine Timmy I’m not hurt.”

“This doesn’t look fine. Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked

“I didn’t want to worry you, you’re exhausted.” The rest of the soap ran off the two of you and into the drain, “I didn’t want you stressing yourself out.”

“I’m sorry.” Tim said honestly, “You said to get rest but I totally didn’t.”

“Tim I’m not upset with you. I know it’s your job and you feel passionately about it, I’m just worried you don’t sleep, it’ll get you hurt on the field.”

“I know you’re right.”

“Come on, let’s get dress and go to bed. I don’t think I have a change of clothes in here.” You said grabbing two towels from the heated rack.

“I brought you some sweats.” Tim replied with a smirk.

“Oh, so you’re admitting that you planned this all along?” You laughed nudging him jokingly.

“Just the shower.”

When you had dried off totally, you walked back into the bedroom and turned the fan on. Walking back to the bed, you saw that Tim was already getting into bed. His eyes were fluttering shut and opening again, over, and over. He turned his head to you and spread out, getting comfortable.

“I’m tired.” He said softly.

“I know love.” You climbed next to him and reached over him to turn the lamp off.

“That’s a good view babe.” Tim said with a smirk in his voice before you leaned back onto your side.

“Glad you approve.”

You laid down, pulling Tim closer to you. He put his head into the crook of your neck and took a deep breath before wrapping his legs around you. Pushing the covers over his shoulders, you ran your fingers through his hair, watching as his breath evened out and his body relaxed.

“I’m exhausted. Can’t sleep without you” he said in a whisper.

“I know Timmy, but you can sleep now.”

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planetwaynez · 1 year

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Paralyzed

BTR released Paralyzed on spotify and I automatically thought about Tim Drake with this song.

Tim Drake × GN!Reader

Warnings: none

The thing Tim Drake liked the most in his life was being with you, even if it was in his room, in silence while each of you worked in your own little worlds. However, he liked it even more when you were in a good mood. And today, you are in a good mood.

The song is blasting through the speakers, he is sitting in his bed watching you dance your heart out. He can’t help it but smile, you look adorable in your favorite clothes, singing and dancing, showering him in your good mood. He can’t remember the last time he saw you so carefree, all your responsibilities have been crushing you in the last few months and seeing you like this makes him want to hug you and never let you go again into the cruelties of the world alone. He can’t watch you get crushed.

You look at him in the middle of your little buble and he feels like he is actually paralyzed but your beauty and happiness. He is tongue-tied, Tim Drake was never tongue-tied before, but here you are making the impossible possible.

“Timmy! Let 's dance!” you call, your eyes shining like the stars in the darkest night. He giggles, like a fourteen year old all over again.

“I am not a dancer, sweetie” you frown, but your eyes never stop shining, Tim smirks. “But I am happy just watching you”

You whine a little, walking his way and hold his warm hands on yours. You want to dance with Timmy, so you're gonna make a scene.

“But I want to dance with you” you pout, trying to get into his feelings about dancing for a little while. He knows what you are trying to do, you have done this a million times before but he can’t help but fall for your tricks.

Tim can feel his heart softening as you look at him with your sparkling eyes and that pout in your lips. He sighs, knowing this is a lost battle against your sweet voice.

“Just one song, Timmy” you ask again,honey dripping from your voice and he gives in, smiling as he stands up.

“One song, sweetie” he says, even though he knows it won’t be only one song as you drag him to the middle of the room. But it's you and he needs a break anyways so he is happy to indulge in your antics once again.

You have him in the palm of your hand, wrapped around your pinky finger. You got him paralyzed and mesmerized, he knows that. Tim Drake is at your mercy, and he doesn't mind, because he knows you would never hurt him.

So he dances with you all night long, until you both are tired and with aching muscles, falling into the bed to sleep the weeknd away

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midnight-pluto · 4 months

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COFFEE: PG.15 — cuddles & confessions

COFFEE: tim drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?

coffee master list || prev. || SPECIAL

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 16 2023 — 2:43 AM

IN ALL HONESTY you didn't know what to expect when you pulled back the curtains.

Were you expecting to see Red Robin standing on your balcony, phone in hand, and cape trying it's best to cover more of his body for warmth? No, because who would.

For a moment the both of you just stared at one another, not knowing fully on what to do until the hero on your balcony began to aggressively type on his phone. Knowing what he's typing before he sends in you reach to the doors side and unlock, sliding it so he can get in.

"Thanks," he took a shivery breath and stepped inside. Sliding the door to a close once more as to not let the cold air in, you turn to your boyfriend just staring blankly at you.

"Is this your explanation?" you deadpan, looking up and down at him as to inspect his suit, "I swear if this isn't a joke and the suit is just a really good cosplay you wanted to show me I will shave your hair off."

"No it's real."

"Huh."

That was all that was said for a few moments, just you scanning over Tim's suit while he tried his best to stand as still as possible. There was no doubt in your mind that he was telling the truth as you had interacted with his hero persona a few times already and the voice that spoke to you was the same.

However despite the temperatures in Gotham making sure it would be impossible to sweat in its current weather, Tim couldn't help but feel his palms getting clammy underneath his gloves. Sure he was a genius and sure he hated describing himself with that word but he couldn't lie, it fit; yet he couldn't form one continuous thought with him under your piercing gaze.

To him it felt almost judgmental but he couldn't blame you — he could never. Who wouldn't judge the person who stood them up for multiple dates in a row? That was one of the only coherent thought racing through his mind since it was by far the loudest of them all.

In actuality, the silence in your apartment was heavy. It almost felt similar to a burden to Tim's shoulders, making them tense up under your observing eyes.

After a few more moments of quiet you decide to break the awkward tension in the air, "So are you going to change your name?"

"What?" he breathlessly asked, unknowing he was even holding the air in his lungs.

"Are you going to change your name so it won't be the same as a fast food chain?" you reiterated.

He scoffed, "No, I'm not changing my superhero name to Cardinal. I'm already established as it and to much merch has been made with my logo and name imprinted on it."

"What a capitalistic mindset," you jest with a smirk at his tired and amused expression.

"You find out your boyfriend's a hero and yet those are the words you speak to him afterwards? I'm hurt," he dramatically places a hand over his chest, "Not even a scolding for being reckless?"

"Well, maybe said boyfriend's partner is too tired to care."

"So you're too tired to be mad at me?" he asked, more perplexed rather than teasing.

"No I am definitely still angry with you," you deadpan with your arms now crossed. Walking towards Tim you rest your head on his shoulder, "But I'm glad you felt safe and trusted me enough to tell me this.

"But if you pull this shit again not even Duke can save you, you got it?"

"I understand," he nods with a smile, wrapping one of his arms around your back and softly kissing the crown of your head.

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ephemerensis · 1 year

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Enough // Tim Drake x GN! Reader

Y/N is a vigilante moment even though i hate writing Y/N as a vigilante but I needed to write smth about an inferiority complex 2 cope asf and this is the only thing that made sense lmaoo i have finals this whole week pls send thots and prayers love u guys <3 HURT AND COMFORT + not proofread per usual

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“Currently northbound, everything checks out. How’s it looking on your end?”

Tim’s voice sounded muffled behind the wind. He was using comms mid swing again, despite your countless protests against it for his safety.

“Everything is fine here too. I just checked the last two blocks.”

Or maybe he was just on a rooftop. It was windy after all, especially higher up where you were perched now, overlooking a small corner of the city.

“Sounds good, I’ll see you back at the cave.”

It bit into the side of your face, the parts your mask didn’t cover, chilled fingers running their course across your cheeks. A shiver ran down your spine. Your cape billowed violently beside you, sitting on the precipice as you were it felt as if it could pick you up at any moment. But tonight you didn’t particularly mind.

“Copy that.”

You had no intention of going back. At least not yet. There weren’t any cases to solve or villains to plot against and while it was nice to live in a place full of kind faces and warm gestures, it was difficult to hear your own thoughts when they were being drowned out by the ever flowing conversation of twelve other voices. Nights like these were your own.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you inhaled. If you focused on it enough, letting go of your mind to let it wander, it almost felt as if you were flying. Almost.

How did you get here?

The wind billowed noisily in your ears but in the silence of tempestuous isolation the question rung so clearly in your mind, it clung like the lingerings of a bell chime.

Of course you knew how you got on the roof. And you knew how to get home. And you knew you had a home.

You were happy— undoubtedly you were happy. Your friends were wonderful, your boyfriend loved you; if you didn’t blink twice the world would think you had it all.

Somehow you didn’t though. That’s how you got here. Because you don’t belong.

You felt the cold bite of your tears along your cheeks before you registered them falling.

It was easier some days to forget it; the days when everyone lounged around at home, fighting tooth and nail to avoid taking out the trash. When you wrestled with Jason over TV programs because he wanted to rewatch Riverdale “for the irony of it.” Arguing with Tim on some obscure rooftop about which Spiderman was the best one. Dinners with the family, feasing over Alfred’s food.

But you didn’t belong and you knew it.

Two weeks ago you lost a lead on the disappearances happening around downtown that Tim had to rectify for you. Before that, you scuffed a mission by getting caught; the others had to save you. What good were you?

Even if you did succeed. Your feats were nothing another couldn’t accomplish. It took you three weeks to right a low profile burglary, when Cass could’ve done it in three days. And you tried. As much as anyone could you tried, but trying isn’t enough because effort means nothing when it amounts to mediocrity.

The truth was, even with a full hand— you didn’t deserve your cards. The rest of them and the trauma they faced before getting here; what did you ever suffer for but a few minor inconveniences?

You don ’t belong.

And it was infuriating.

You don’t have the skill. You don’t have the talent. You don’t even have a sob story to your name. You are nothing and nothing you could ever do would be good enough. You would never be good enough.

“Hey.” A voice behind you drew you out of your thoughts, making you whip your head around. You’d thrown the knife you had in hand at the intruder before you could process it, habitually. It hit the door leading to the rooftop with a thud as a figure moved to avoid it. The black boots of Red Robin’s suit emerged from the shadows as he approached you with his hands up.

“Woah! Hey, it’s just me.”

The tension in your body settled as soon as you registered the symbol sprawled across his chest, turning yourself back around to resume your previous position.

“You could’ve radioed me.”

The boy shrugged as he perched himself beside you, legs dangling over the edge, mimicking you.

“You didn’t answer when I did.”

“Oh. I guess I just didn’t hear it.”

His eyes were on you as you stared at the skyline. Your hands were fidgeting, kneading the air between each other in something akin to discomfort. A beat of silence passed until he broke it.

“Wanna know a secret?”

Relief flooded your bones. If he asked you what was wrong you wouldn’t know what to say. It’s not like you could lie, not to him, and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell the truth.

“What happened?”

“Well, I was texting and grappling— like you said was stupid, and I hit a brick wall. And then I went home and told you I got into a huge fight that was super valiant and dangerous! Do you remember?“

You snorted. Two months ago he came back limping through the cave. His nose was broken, wrist was sprained, among other things. You gave him an earful then about how reckless he was that night after patching him up.

“You’re joking! I was worried sick when you just stopped texting me and then when you came back I felt terrible for not being there.” He shrugged again with a small smile.

“It was embarrassing! What else was I supposed to say? To be fair, the wall was looking pretty suspicious, I had to neutralize the target… But yeah! I’m not perfect— go figure!” You leaned over, resting your head on his shoulder with a chuckle.

“Honestly I think we should revoke your phone privileges.”

“How would I talk to you then?”

“I guess we’ll just have to ask Bruce about telepathy tech.” You felt his shoulders shake beneath your head as he laughed. His hand hand grabbed yours before you realized it earlier, drawing shapes over your palm with his gloved fingers.

“Wanna know something else?”

“What else, Timberly?” His nose crinkled at the nickname.

“I had the worst insomnia like three years ago! Which, it’s not like I don’t pull all-nighters anymore but I’m improved I swear! Wanna know what fixed it?”

“Oh please don’t say something corny, I might throw up.” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip to prevent the impending smile from forming.

“You thought I was gonna say you? Funny. Silly! Wrong!”

You gasped comically, pulling away, before slapping his arm with the hand he wasn’t holding.

“Timothy Jackson Drake!” He let go of your hand altogether to fish his phone out of his pocket with a coy smile planted firmly under his mask.

“Not so loud! My identity’s at stake.” After tapping at his screen for a few moments, he handed you the phone, “This is my one stop shop tried and true remedy for sleep support.”

Taking it, you took a look. You hadn’t taken the picture. Which makes sense because you were sleeping in it, on one of the couches in the manor on a sunny afternoon. Your nose was crinkled slightly because the sun was in your face, but it made it look like your skin was glowing.

Handing it back, internally satiated but outwardly bashful, you rolled your eyes, “So it was me anyways.”

“You should feel honored I��m blessing you with it! Any thoughts I have that keep me from sleeping? Gone! You’re pretty cool Y/N. I’ve never needed someone like I need you.”

Ah. So he knew. Wordlessly he knew.

“You need me?”

Somehow he always did. And all this was to make you feel better. And it did.

“Yeah. We all do.”

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