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dcpridefanzine · 3 months

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Creator Spotlight || Raven/ Lena Gantner @ravendraculina

Raven has been an amazing and talented addition to our team. One of the first collaborators to join up, they have brought and incredible and unique talent to the table with a truly inspiring interest in teamwork.

Lena Gatner (also known as Raven online) is an illustrator/Graphic Designer from a small town in America! With four years of experience as a digital illustrator and designer specializing in comic book art, they bring a spunky and passionate approach to their work. Their designs are quirky, fun, and beautiful, with their bright, colorful, and out-of-this-world aesthetics. Proficient in various illustration techniques, both digital and traditional, they have an incredible ability to conceptualize and bring imaginative ideas to life.

So who are you, Lena? Tell us a bit about yourself!

I am a recent graduate from Uni and have been an active member of my QSA (queer straight alliance) Club as the event coordinator. I was in leadership during the Hight of covid and towards the end when the slate of hate within my state was in full effect. I worked hard to keep the queer community in my area safe and be able to participate in radical events! I reconnected the club with local queer community such as the sex shop and the local countship! Creating a strong foundation for future success and strength within the club no matter what difficult event happens (Such as existing in a red state). I am both a member of a lgbtq+ community but also part of the autism spectrum. Not only has this shaped my life but also the work I create. I care deeply about activism and I am also a passion artist with a love of comics. Part of my studies was studying comic book textures and vintage styles. My proudest work is my senior thesis where I mimicked vintage comic book style. This will always be my proudest spread despite the critics!

That's amazing! What draws you to comics? How have they impacted you and/or your art?

My personal greatest inspiration since I was young, will always be Kevin Conroy. The Batman Animated series and Justice League animated will be the animation series that drew me into comics. Within comics exists people who fight for a better world no matter the obstacle. To be the change to bring the better world. These figures helped shaped the person who I am and leads me to a lot of comfort for when I feel weak. Kevin Conroy will always be a source of inspiration for my self on how media can impact others. He will always be my Batman, a symbol of Justice when you feel like you live in a world with none. Wonder woman will always be my Ambassador of Peace, bring peace to the world ridden with war and hate. While Superman will always be my symbol of Hope, to hope for something better.

Can you give us a little hint about what you're working on for the Pride Special?

I am working with amazing writer hankenstein for an incredible mini comic and illustrating a pin up page! The Comic will deal with three generations of queer characters coming together and fight baddies! These characters include cult classic The Shadow, Ghostmaker and the Ray! Three incredible characters in a incredible story. For my pin up page I wanted to draw two characters who mean a lot to me Tim Drake and Conner Kent. Referencing a classic interaction between them which fueled years of queer coding and left a lasting impact on queer comic book fans!

We'll give you a taste of this comic as well as other amazing stories and art in the upcoming weeks -- so stay tuned!! We are SO excited to have Raven on board and can't wait to show you more!

You can check out more of Raven's work here, and if you're just as excited to see their work, consider buying them a coffee!

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malfoys-demigod · 4 years

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Third Time’s a Charm - Tim Drake x Reader

A/N: This is set in the YJverse and you’re Batgirl since Barbara is now Oracle

Summary: M’gann and Conner attemp to play matchmaker on you and Tim Drake.

The weekend at Mount Justice was awfully colorless. No missions, no plans, no fun for everyone. Everyone who had a significant other were lucky enough to spend time with each other, making things seem less lifeless at the Cave. Artemis was teaching Wally to shoot, Dick was constantly flirting with Oracle, Beast boy was out with Perdita, and so on. The rest who didn’t have significant others decided to entertain each other, playing games.

For M’gann and Conner, being a motherly and fatherly figure, stood beside each other against the kitchen countertop, watching everyone get along with each other, with big heart eyes. That’s until she spotted two certain people alone.

You were listening to your favorite music on your headphones as you stared at the window, looking at the magnificent view of Happy Harbour.

Tim on the other hand was just on the couch, watching videos on his laptop while holding a coffee mug on his left hand.

M’gann, bored out of her mind, noticed something between you and Tim. She whispered to Conner point at you two, “Is it me, or is Tim and Y/N the only people in this cave single?” Conner looked at M’gann disbelief, not realizing that as well. “Oh yeah. I can’t believe I failed to see this. It’s funny how they grew up together in Wayne Manor but barely talk to each other.”

The truth was, you and Tim weren’t exactly close. You both exchanged a couple of words throughout the day, but both of you were are always too focused on either your jobs or yourselves when you had nothing to do. Back at Wayne Manor, Tim spent his time being the best student in Gotham Academy while you spent your time being the best in your extra curriculars, such as being the captain of a varsity.

Of course M’gann, wanting to play matchmaker, proposed the idea to Conner, “They have potential chemistry together. I say we play matchmaker and bring them together.” Connor looked at his girlfriend with a silly face, “You’re really bored, aren’t you?”

“Don’t worry, it’ll only take three steps for them to fall for each other.” M’gann said with a mischevious smile.

1. Friday night at the fair

After M’gann making Tim ride with you in every ride possible, Conner whistles for Tim to look up, “Hey Drake, come over here.”

Tim walks over with both hands on his pockets, “What’s up Conner?”

Conner pulls out a wallet from his back pocket and holds 20 dollars in the air. “This should be enough for you to buy yourself some a large cotton candy.” Tim shakes his head and returns the money, “Thanks but I’m alright.” Conner pushes back the money to Tim with a serious look, “I insist. Go. Buy. Youself. Cotton. Candy. Now.” Tim nods, and walks away terrified.

You just came back from the bathroom after fixing your hair when you saw Tim holding a huge stick of cotton candy. Your eyes widened and you ran quickly to him, jumping up and down. “TIM, can I have a piece? Please, please, please??”

Tim not caring about the cotton candy gave everything to you. “Uh, you can take the whole thing.” he sheepishly smiled.

“AH THANK YOU!” you bursted with joy.

“Knock yourself out, Y/L/N.” he scratched the back of his neck and chuckled.

As you happily savored the taste of the cotton candy, all Tim could see was you and the background lights of the carnival at night. His eyes were focused on you. The way you smiled with a satisfied sound as you ripped small pieces of the cotton candy, piece by piece. This is where he started to take more notice of you. He tried to look away as you took notice of his staring. You smiled and motioned for him to take a piece and he did, just a little so you could have it all. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“No thank you, we wouldn’t have had this if you didn’t have bought it.” you smiled innocently.

Tim thought, ‘I guess I have to thank Conner for lending me the money.’

Then as he looked around for Conner, he failed to find him but luckily saw a carnvial game stand. The particular one where you have to shoot all those plates with one try without missing a single plate.

He noticed that nobody was lining up for it so he grabbed your hand and ran towards it, causing both of you to blush.

“Where are we going, Tim?”

“How about I win you a prize?”

As you both stopped, you saw the booth in front of you. “Tim, you sure you can do this?”

He scoffed, “Have faith in me, Y/N. I’m getting you the biggest prize they have to offer.”

Thanks to Jason teaching him a few tricks, Tim successfully shot down all the plates with one try, making you gasp in excitement. “Oh my gosh, Tim! What’s the prize! What’s the prize!” you jump up and down.

The person in charge of the booth handed Tim the biggest stuff animal, coincidentally your favorite animal, and 100 bucks!

As Tim lovingly gave you the stuffed animal, you spotted the 100 bucks, “What are we going to do with the money?” you shot Tim a curious look.

Tim thought of a brilliant idea. “Would you like to go on a date with me, Y/N?” waving the money.

“I’d love to, Tim.” you blushed.

M’gann and Conner were just behind the booth, thanking the person in charge for handing their money to Tim as they knew he’d win.

“Can’t believe this is happening.” M’gann hugged Conner. “It’s going all so well, Conner!!”

“Can’t believe he hasn’t gave me back the change for the cotton candy.” he joked.

2. SaturDATE

Tim’s lunch date was such a Tim thing. He brought you to a coffee shop, but like one of those hipster coffee places where everything looked so colorful and vibrant.

As you walked in, you gave him a curious look. “I know you’re a coffee guy but I expected the shops you’d visit frequently to be more dark and casual.”

“I wanted a change for today. Besides, this place reminds me of you. Colorful and vibrant.” he smirked.

This day just got better and better by the minute. The both of you learned so much about each other as you started tackling simple questions to the deepest ones you could get to.

“I regret learning more about you at such a late age, Tim! Who knew we had so much in common.” you said with doubtfulness.

Tim sighed, “I totally agree. I could imgaine us right now as best of friends at Wayne Manor, staying up all night, watching movies together, and basically doing everything together.”

“Believe me, I feel the exact same way. I tried doing these things with Dick, Jay and even Damian but it never felt right.”

The two of you had so much fun that day that you were there from noon to evening, not even realizing that you both had a big mission the next day.

It was 10pm and the both of you got voice messages from Dick and Conner saying, “Hey love birds, it’s nice to see you finally bonding but we have a big mission tomorrow. I expect to see you both at the cave in 10 minutes.”

The both of you checked the clock and laughed at how neither of you knew it was getting SUPER late. “Well, we better get going.” Tim said as he held out his hand for you to stand up from the bean bags you sat on.

3. Sunday madness

Klarion, the witch boy, posed as Tempest and stole the remaining fragments of the stature, needing to resurrect Tiamat from Aquagirl. He made his escape through a portal, but was followed by Tula.

Beta Squad, led by Nightwing, arrived on the scene in the Sacred Well of Marduk’s Temple. But Klarion threw the reconstructed statue into the pool which caused a giant water snake to come out.

Klation blasted the water snake, knocking the tablet of Destiny which was bound to Tiamat ran off with it. Klarion chased after it, leaving the heroes to fight the water-snake form of Tiamat.

The watersnake knocked you out, leaving you unconcsious. Tim saw this and yelled, “Y/N!” He ran towards your body, checking for a heartbeat which he heard, sighing in relief. He stayed with you the whole time from when Aqualad came out from another room, saying the mission ended because the tablet was destroyed and Klarion escaped, to bringing you to the Cave, waiting for you to wake up.

After a few hours, your eyes started to open slowly. You were about to stand up until someone stopped you. “Hey, it’s okay. Just lay down for awhile, you still have a concussion.” a familiar voice said.

It was Tim. He smiled and stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. “Why don’t I get you some water?”

“How about some coffee from that hipster place?” you weakly laughed.

“I don’t want to be too far from you. I hope my coffee here will do.” he stood up and left the room when M’gann, Conner, and Dick came in.

“Hey kiddo, how ya feeling?” Dick sat on your bed.

“Better, especially that my favorite brother is here.” you said with a big smile. Dick playfully looked back hoping Tim wasn’t there to hear that, “You’re lucky Tim didn’t hear that! You would have broken his heart!!!” he whisper shouted.

M’gann stepped forward, “He wouldn’t have been hurt by that. She sees him as something else, don’t you Y/N.”

Before you could answer, Tim popped in with 2 mugs of coffee in his hands. “I hope she does because I see her as something else.” You blushed as you took a mug from him and kissed him. “I hope that answers it.”

Before Tim could kiss you back, Dick pushed Connor and M’gann out, “Let’s give these two some privacy, after all they already have a room.”

Dick crossed his arms and chuckled at M’gann and Conner. “I’m so disappointed in you two.” which made that look at each other with a confused look.

“How come? The both of us managed to make them fall for each other!” M’gann said.

Dick jumped in annoyance, “Don’t you see? ‘The both of us?’ YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME BE PART OF YOUR MATCHMAKING THING! I COULD HAVE HELPED A LOT! IT’S NOT FAIR! I SHOULD HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO MY ADOPTIVE SIBLING’S RELATIONSHIP!”

Connor patted Dick on the back, “Okay you can plan out their wedding all by yourself. In fact, your whole family can deal with the expenses while we sit back and relax.”

“FINE.”

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wordsfromthesol · 4 years

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Coffee is Life

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Warnings: Sleep deprivation, did I curse in this? I honestly can’t remember… Word Count: 1.2k Requested: @robin-obsessed

The perils of working at a 24-hour coffee shop was all the unique characters that came in during the dead of the night. You could always tell those working night shift, who were just getting up, from those who decided to stay up all night. You still didn’t understand why the latter thought that coffee would help. At this point you were pretty sure it was just a placebo.

4am strolled around, and thankfully you only had 2 hours left of your 8-hour shift. At least that’s the thought running through your mind when this costumed character strolled into the shop. You shouldn’t be surprised, Gotham was known for its vigilantes. You were more surprised that one of them hadn’t graced your presence until now. You recognized the costume as the infamous Red Robin.

Of course it had to be him. “Hi, welcome to The Night Cup.” You expected him to say something. But after several seconds of pained silence, you decided to continue. “Can I get you a cup of coffee? A shot of espresso?”

“Right. Coffee. The only thing consistently running through my veins…you wouldn’t happen to just have an IV drip with coffee, would you?”

Even behind the mask, you could tell his eyes were hopeful, yet awaiting disappointment.

“Sorry Red…Robin…Mr. Red Robin? Uhm, no we don’t.”

“Ugh, okay. How many shots of espresso am I allowed to order?”

“Well, 6 shots fit in our medium cup…but I really –”

He cut you off, “Perfect. Six shots of espresso.”

“Okay…would you like any milk or flavoring or sugar?”

“No.”

“Red…Red..Robin…uhm…sir?”

“UGH, it’s Tim!”

“Okay well, I’m not going to call you that. I really can’t recommend six espresso shots as a drink. Especially to someone who just divulged their secret identity to an unknown barista.”

“I just can’t figure this case out, and then it was my turn for patrol. Well,” Tim chuckled to himself, “thank god that’s over. But now I need to get back to this case. Which means I need to be awake. Which means I need coffee.”

You slowly rounded the counter and lightly tugged at his elbow. “Right. Well, I’m going to take you to our VIP espresso lounge while you wait. Is that okay…” You looked around, thankfully no one else was in the shop. You looked up at the masked man, still not moving. “Tim? Is that okay?”

He seemed to come out of his trance upon hearing his true name. “Yeah yeah, that would be great.”

You brought him into the employee lounge, which was really just a couch and a coffee table, and sat him down. Thank god Chrissy left early today. You thought, realizing your relief wouldn’t be in for at least another hour.

“Just lay here and I’ll have it ready in a minute.” You guided him to the couch and walked back to the bar. There was absolutely no way you were giving this man 6 espresso shots.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and not only did you have no customers, but you hadn’t heard anything from the vigilante in the back. Quietly, you stalked into the back room and found him passed out on the couch. Thank god. Alright, I have about an hour before Chris gets here. What on earth am I supposed to do with him. Before you actually developed a plan, the hour had come and gone and Chris walked through the front door.

“Y/N! Anything interesting happen tonight?”

“Oh, Chris. Is it time for your shift already?”

“Yeah, 5am rolls around real quick, doesn’t it?”

“I guess so. Listen, we’ve been absolutely dead here. I’ve stocked up everything, made backups, cleaned the floor…do you mind if I just take off?”

“Go for it, the summers are always slow.”

“Thanks Chris, I’m just going to go out the back!” You could tell you were acting weird, but you just couldn’t help it. Red Robin…THE Red Robin was sleeping on the couch in the breakroom, and you had put him there.

You crept into the lounge and kneeled by the couch, whispering, “Tim? I need you to help me. I just need you to walk for about 30 seconds.” His mumbles were inaudible, but slowly he emerged from the couch, albeit it leaning most of his body weight on you. Thank god I live on the first floor. The drive to your apartment was utterly silent. In fact, you couldn’t believe what you were doing. Could this be considered kidnapping? Your thoughts were interrupted by his mumbling.

“Wayne…Manor…Manor…take…Manor.”

“Alright, I am not showing up to one of the richest men in the world’s doorsteps with a passed out vigilante in my arms. Sorry Timmy, you’ll have to spend the night at mine and work on your case in the morning.”

Tim woke up dazed and confused several hours later. He was still in his red robin costume, and he was in an unfamiliar place. But strangely this place was not a prison of any kind. In fact, he was left unrestricted on a comfortable bed. He threw his legs over the side, trying to recollect the events of last night.

“Coffee shop” he mumbled as he trapezed around the room, that was until he saw your sleeping form on the floor hugging a stuffed animal. Realization struck him, the barista. You were the barista. Before he could move again, your eyes flashed open.

“Oh, uhm…sorry” was all your groggy and sleep deprived voice could manage.

“No. I’m sorry. Thanks.”

You woke up several hours later, still on the floor. What the fuck. You stood up and saw a note carefully laid on the bed.

Thanks for the sleep. Please don’t tell anyone my real name.

“That really happened” you whispered to yourself.

You went about your day and prepared for your next shift at The Night Cup. What you didn’t prepare for is seeing Red Robin enter the shop once again. Thankfully, this time, he was much less sleep deprived.

“Y/N,” he states as he approached the counter. “I thought I should thank you in person.”

“Oh, Red Robin,” you glanced around at the other people in the shop. “It was no problem.”

“Perhaps it’s time you take a break”

“Yeah, yeah I think it is” You motioned to Chrissy to let her know as you walked back into the break room, where Tim was waiting for you.

“Anyways, I wanted to thank you. Sometimes I can go a bit too far. It’s just when I don’t know an answer people get hurt. I’d rather myself struggle than others.”

“I understand,” you sucked your lips inwards, debating whether or not to speak. “It’s just, if you took care of yourself you would actually end up solving it faster. With a clear mind you can better seen patterns and correlations…” You trailed off realizing you sounded ridiculous.

“Yeah,” Tim chuckled, “I’ve been told that a time or two. Anyways, I wanted to thank you.” He handed you a card, “Call this number if you’re ever in trouble.” He began to leave but turned back towards you, “Or if you get bored on the night shift.”

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whereflowersbloom · 4 years

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Hypermarket adventure

When Tim Drake woke up that morning he had no idea he would have to buy a new coffee maker because the one they had was unusually broken. Damian Wayne. A faint headache pounding behind his temples as Tim massaged them, exhaustion sinking deep in his bones, and wonders how long it's been since he had more than four hours of sleep. Damian was responsible for this, one of his secret schemes to make him stop consuming caffeine. Tim was sure it was his fault, so the broken coffee maker refused to give him the fluid of life and he had lost it...and maybe Tim destroyed it with vicious vengeance. In his defense, he had been up for more than twenty-four hours. Sleep later coffee first.

So naturally he announced to Alfred he would be making a quick trip to the store to get a new one, politely asked the British man if he required anything from the store. Alfred seemed to consider the offer for a solid minute before asking him if he could get some groceries and essentials on his way back home. Handing him a list. Before he walked out of the manor Dick volunteered affably to accompany him, convincing a grumpy Jason, who was comfortably sitting, reading a wrinkled newspaper, to tag along. Jason surprisingly agreed, with the condition he was the one driving. Alfred rapidly suggested to take the demon spawn with them, he could use some frest air. Now things could only go downhill from this point. This piqued Steph’s interest, who casually commented she had nothing better to do. Soon they were on their way to the closest hypermarket.

Dick was there to make sure Damian didn’t behead anyone and get enough boxes of cereal he could hide before Alfred looked at him with disappointed eyes. There’s nothing worse in this world than Alfred’s disappointed eyes. The old man claimed ‘It’s not a proper meal nor healthy if it contained high levels of sugar’, but the companies also tended to fill them with vitamins, calcium, iron and folic acid. Therefore it was a fortified food! It had everything he needed for a balanced meal in Dick’s opinion. The extra sugar was even good for him considering how many calories he burned.

“The sword stays in the car, Damian.” Dick commanded, taking away the blade from twelves earth-old before he sets a foot out of the automobile, which was responded by a ‘TT’.

“Did we really have to bring shortstack?” Jason complained, voice etched with irritation, index finger pointing at Damian.

“As if I would agree to lower my nutritional standards because you fools failed to purchase the provisions Pennyworth demanded which is why I have it in my power.” Damian logically explained, grinding his teeth and waving the list at Jason.

“Don’t stab anyone.” Dick ordered with authority.

“I make no promises, Grayson.” Damian muttered dryly crossing his arms over his chest.

Damian cannot comprehend why would Pennyworth think he was needed to carry out such a simple task, he supposed if his siblings lacked the basic function acquire the list of edibles Alfred gave them and simultaneously behave in public, then he could supervise them. He was already here with them. Nothing to do about it.

“Did anyone asked Cass if she needed anything?” Dick questioned them, clear blue eyes looking at them expectantly. Cass was probably still in her bedroom resting, after staying up with him analyzing some cases.

“Oh how thoutful of you. You weren’t that nice to me, not even after I died.” Jason commented, his voice dripping with sarcasm and bitterness.

“Jay, you gotta stop bringing it up.” Dick reasoned as he placed a hand upon Jason’s shoulder, offering a small apologetic smile.

For once, Damian was quiet, observing the older brothers bicker over such a insignificant matter. Stephanie stifled a snort at their immature antics. A muffled ‘crybaby’ escaped her mouth, but only Tim, standing next to her was able to hear it.

It took everything Tim had not to roll his eyes and simply walk away. Why was he here with these troublemakers? Right. Coffee. The thing she had to endure for a duo of black coffee.

“I texted Cass. She wants pop tarts.” Stephanie supplied, eye glued to the screen of her phone.

“If you get lost. I’m leaving you here, losers.” Jason threatened with narrowed eyes, a faint glow in his blue-green eyes. Five minutes after parking the car, the siblings marched inside the hypermarket. Tim sighed wearily, silent calculations running through his mind, how long it would take them to leave the store with the groceries. Dick promptly grabbed a shopping cart.

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Jason Todd was ready to shoot Dick Grayson if only he had a gun between his hands. Why the fuck did he even agree to come with these lil shits? Clearly, he wasn’t in his right mind. He was doing this for Alfred and Jason could never say no to Alfred. It was an easy task: read the list of essentials Alfred wrote down, grab the items, deposit them inside the fucking cart and pay for them. Piece of cake. But here he was in the middle of dairy aisle, listening to Dick asking him all sort of stupid questions. His patience dangerously wearing thin.

“Why is milk five dollars a gallon?” Dick exclaimed with shock as he examined the dairy product’s label.

“Who cares? You’re rich, money shouldn’t be a problem, dickhead.” Jason replied annoyed, there goes ten minutes of his life, stuck in the dairy aisle with this enthusiastic fool. Where did Damian and Steph go? Dick had thrown several boxes of cereal inside the cart, including: Cheerios and Waffle crisps, the latter was Steph’s petition. Who in the bloody hell needed fifteen boxes of cereal? Wait a minute, is that coffee flakes? That one had to be Tim’s idea.

“How do you exactly milk an almond though?” Dick asked with furrowed Brows, concentrated on the product, as If he was trying to decipher a secret code.

The desperation and bewilderment in Dick’s voice made a Jason raise an eyebrow. He would kill for a quick smoke. Not like he was seriously considering smoking inside the store. He could wait a few more minutes.

“I’ll explain out to you when you finally become a functional adult.” Jason breathed. Around them, the store buzzed, bright lights shining above and people murmuring and talking, nobody had recognized them so far. Even Jason felt a twinge of irritation at being here, and he wanted to get this shopping trip over with so he could go home.

“Who wants bacon?” Stephanie came out of nowhere, asking with a juvenile glee in her eyes as she dumped ten packs of bacon. Damian wouldn’t be happy about this.

“Where is the gremlin? We should have put him inside the cart.” Jason tried to keep a calm voice, looking around for any sign of little D. Jason had a bad feeling about this, settling at the pit of his stomach. He let out a deep breath and decided it was the moment to have that cig. So two missing, Damian and Tim. There it was that nagging voice was a constant in the back of his mind, reminding him of his responsibility, look after adoptive relatives.

“Steph, make sure replacement didn’t fall asleep at the Kitchen appliances section.” Jason commanded. “Dick, it’s your turn to supervise the rascals.” Slowly making his way towards the alcohol section, he could use a drink right now. Now, find an unpacked corner where he can have a smoke.

“What?” Dick exclaimed, suddenly finding himself alone in the dairy section. Where did everyone go?

~~~

Dick was passing by the cereal aisle again, because you can never have enough cereal. Perhaps he should get more lucky charms? Cinnamon toast was a must. Nobody in this family understood the enjoyment of ingesting artificially colored cereal. He was about to grab another box of fruity pebbles, lost in the paradise of cocoa, cinnamon and colored cereals, when abruptly a feminine voice brought him back to earth. He turned to catch a glimpse, eyes focused on the petite woman: average height, brunette, mid-twenties, freckled-cheeks, small gray eyes widened in irritation. This looked like trouble. What did he do?

“Excuse me, sir. Is this kid your little brother? We caught him bothering other customers at the meat section.” The petite employee questioned him with raised eyebrows, hands on her hips. Dick blinked puzzled. What. He kept his eyes fixed on the woman.

“When I asked if he was here accompanied by an adult. He pointed a finger at you.” Dick spotted then Damian, standing next to the woman, lips pursed, arms folded against his chest, glancing away, fleetingly looking younger than he actually was. Like a small child who was severely reprimanded for inappropriate behavior. What the hell Damian...

“I merely reminded him the innocent chicken between his hands deserved a life free from torture and suffering. We have the moral responsibility to protect animals!” Damian spoke plainly as he corrected the woman who dared accuse him of harassment.

“Damian, sto-“ Richard chimed in when he was interrupted by Damian’s animals rights speech.

“Allowing an animal to suffer is unethical and cruel. It’s slaughter! You are causing them unnecessary distress. Their throats are slit mercilessly! All animals have the ability to suffer in the same way and to the same degree that humans do.” The young Wayne continued, grumpily making eye contact with the uninformed store employee. Blue eye flicked between the two, the brunette seemed to be about to explode, Damian’s body language tightened, there was a crackling in the air and Dick instantly knew it was not going to end well. Shit. He ruffled his hair nervously.

“Damian no.” He pleaded urgently. Beads of sweat running down his forehead and cheekbones.

“Sir, could you please take your younger brother? Customers are agitated and perturbed by his presence.” The employee politely asked him but Dick could tell she was utterly irked at this point. Dick nodded and draped an arm over his little brother’s shoulders. Yeah, he was definitely taking him far, far away from her. Praying Damian kept his mouth shut and didn’t screw up even more. Predictably, Damian didn’t leave it alone.

“Again, as I explained earlier. I was elaborating on the numerous health and environment benefits of adopting a vegetarian diet.” Damian corrected her with trembling lips, green eyes filled with anger. This woman didn’t comprehend the great importance of saving an innocent life. Tsk. Father said even if someone is being disrespectful or crude he should not sink to their level, but this lady was being rude.

“Aren’t you one of Bruce Wayne’s ward?” The woman spoke with narrowed gray eyes, taking a step closer to Richard, studying closely the features of the older man.

Oh fuck. Unfortunately, she recognized them. Dick held up both hands defensively.

“I am the blood s-“ Damian was about to clarify when Dick rapidly covered his mouth with a large hand. “We are leaving now, Damian. Thank you, lady. Have a nice day.” He muttered hurriedly before running off.

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Finally, Tim was getting in line for the cashier, the precious coffee maker in his arms, he could make himself a decent cup of black coffee as soon as they got home. A satisfied smile almost curled on his lips when he recognized the familiar sound of his siblings yelling, if his ears didn’t fail him and they never did. Oh no. Tim held a stiff nervous expression as he slowly turned to face them. He quickly scanned the scene, eyes wide in alarm. Remain calm Tim. Stephanie being escorted by a security guard, clothes stained, next was Jason groaning at the guard that tried to touch his leather jacket, followed by an embarrassed Dick with flushed cheeks, lastly Damian being dragged against his will. “Let me go! I can walk out of this questionable establishment myself.” Damian protested with boiling anger, glaring daggers at the security guards. His sword was inside the car. Good. No opportunity to behead anyone and commit a crime. Jason and Stephanie were clearly pissed. Dick pressing his face against a wall, undoubtedly ashamed.

Tim momentarily contemplated leaving the store with the coffee maker, a few seconds later, he couldn’t find it in him to abandon them to their fate here. Sigh. With the heavy weigh of his burdens, Tim approached a female employee. “Excuse me, those are my siblings. Could you explain to me what exactly they did?”

“Sir, this young lady here organized a shopping cart race along with some children in the middle of the vegetable section.” The angry store employee began, detecting unfiltered rage in her tone, as she pointed a finger at the blonde teenager.

“I did nothing Jason wouldn’t have done.” Stephanie told him, briefly exchanging glances with Jason. Jason bit down on his lower lip to repress laughter, whispering an almost inaudible ‘amateur’. Stephanie shrugged it off as it was unimportant, instead of trying to come up with an excuse that contained any sense of logic.

“This man was deliberately smoking inside the store.” Tim studied Jason’s amused expression. Probably not the first time he was caught doing it. “I mean she isn’t wrong.” He pointed out calmly, Shrugging broad shoulders nonchalantly.

“I found the kid tormenting customers at the meat aisle, he fled with the man with cereal fixation.” Before Damian could utter a word in his defense. Dick shut his mouth. Richard’s eyes silently expressing a wordless ‘don’t ask’. Tim was way too exhausted to deal with this. His body shaking with small movements for a second, stay in control. No time to collapse, solutions not more problems.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you and the rest of your relative to leave the store. And please do not come back.”

Tim fluttered his dark cerulean eyes close, feeling a very sharp pain in his temples. A recurrent migraine coming, cursing lowly for not stopping at the pharmacy to get aspirins. How is that he is the only rational and almost-functional person in this family. Coffee, coffee, coffee was the only thing he could think about. Less than fifty minutes and the Wayne’s discovered a way to get themselves banned from a Hypermarket. Likely setting a new world record.

Looks like they wouldn’t have the chance to go grocery shopping as a family any time soon. Not like it was a brilliant idea to begin with. They would have groceries delivered next time.

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sweet-sammy-kisses · 4 years

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Cream Puffs and Puppies

TimKon Week Prompt: Bakery/Coffee Shop Author Notes: This is a two chaptered story the next chapter uses the final prompt for TimKon week. You can also read it on AO3

After losing Robin, his place in the family, his spleen, and his creditability within the hero community Tim Drake-Wayne came to a decision.

"I'm retiring from the hero community."

Tim decided to inform only those who care and that was those in front of him, his team, no his family. The Titians were all lazing about the living room when he made his announcement.

Conner had been expecting that for a while. "Well if you are out then so am I." There was no way that Tim was going where without him, the last time he let Tim out of his sight he lost his spleen.

Tim started at his lover, "Are you sure? You love being a hero."

Conner smiled gently at his partner, as he took Tim's hands in his and looked into those blue eyes he loved so much and spoke from the heart, "True but I love you more. I am perfectly okay with being just plain old Conner Kent."

"I'm happy for you guys but Tim you are Timothy Drake-Wayne you are pretty recognizable." Bart pointed out to his friend.

"In Gotham I am but if I move to San Francisco I am not Gotham Royal here so I would be just another face in the crowd," Tim explained.

Silence reigned over the tower as everyone stared at Tim, they had known things weren't going well between the Bat-family with Tim staying more and more in San Francisco, he only went back to Gotham one to two weeks a month and he had completely moved out of the manor.

"You know we will support you in whatever you decide to do dude, is this something you really want?" Gar asked softly. He made a mental note to call Dick and give him a long talk. 'Or I could just ask Raven to send Dick to a hell dimension in his underwear, again. That might open his eyes up better than talking to him.' Gar decided that he would talk to Raven later.

Tim was expecting that question. "I have and the only ones I talk to are Cass and Jason. No one else from Gotham has reached out to me. I will keep in contact with them and make sure that they let Alfred know that I am okay but it is time I put myself first. Things haven't been the same since Bruce went missing. And as much as I love them I have doubted that they felt the same with how easy Dick could take Robin from me and when he considered putting me in Arkham that fractured our already strained bond." Tim was thankful when no one said anything about the way his voice cracked when he talked about Dick.

"We understand Tim and like we said we will support you." Raven sent Tim a small smile and Gar knew at that moment he wouldn't need to ask Raven anything she would be sending Dick to a hell dimension.

"So what are you going to do?" Cassie asked.

Tim and Conner exchanged a look. "I have no clue," Tim admitted in a soft voice.

+*****+

Conner and Bart came with Tim, Cassie, and Cass stopped by when they could. Cassie couldn't leave the Titans she was their leader after all Tim hadn't seen Dick, Bruce, or Damian. He talked to Alfred once in a while the only one he saw was Jason.

"You opened up a coffee shop and bakery? How the hell did that happen Baby Bird?" Jason asked as he entered what could only be considered a geek paradise somehow Tim had become the owner of a Pokémon-themed cafe.

"It just kinda happened." Tim never meant to open a coffee shop and bakery.

Jason could only shake his head, "Only you. But coffee is your love after clone boy so we really shouldn't be that surprised. But that doesn't explain the kittens and puppies." Jason looked down at the puppy who had bounced over to him, wearing a Red Hood poncho of all things. A smile appeared on Jason's face as he picked up the pit-bull puppy who wagged its tail as it covered Jason's face in kisses.

"It was Conner's idea, he found them in the streets and brought them here. We got a permit to have them here, we act as an adoption center, you would be surprised to see how many people will stay and cuddle with an animal while they drink and eat and once they formed a bond with them and then adopt them. The clothing was made by Cass." Tim explained. He could see that Jason was slowly losing his heart to the pup in his arms. "Her name is Elizabeth."

"Well, of course, a classy lady like this needs a classy name. Come on sweetheart let me tell me about your namesake." Jason wandered off to a free table.

Tim could only shake his head as he watched Jason settle in pulled out the book that he carried on with him. Elizabeth looked at home in Jason's arms and Tim knew at that moment he would be seeing a lot more of his older brother.

Jason stared at Tim as he handed him his Red Robin suit and everything that was Bat related. "I'm proud of you baby bird." Jason finally said as he took the box from Tim.

Of all the things Tim expected to hear that was not one of them. "Really?" He couldn't remember the last time that one of the Bats told them they were proud of him. "Thank you, Jason, that means the world to me."

"No problem baby bird."

Conner's arms wrapping around him pulled Tim out of his thoughts. "It looks like Jason has a new admirer," Conner commented as he rested his chin on the top of Tim's head, he loved the height distance between him and Tim.

"Bart is going to be upset but he should know better to bet against Cass." Tim didn't know how his sister figured out that Jason would bond with Elizabeth but she had been right from the moment she put Elizabeth in her homemade Red Hood poncho and the fact that she would cry and whine when it had to be taken off to be washed showed that she had chosen her favorite hero.

Tightening his grip on Tim Conner enjoyed the feel of Tim in his arms. "Are you happy?"

There would always be an ache in his chest of what could have been with the others but right now Tim could honestly say, "Yeah, I'm happy."

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rosegoldcross18 · 6 years

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BatBoys Headcanons #2

You Get Closer:

Dick Grayson:

Ever since what you both called the “gym incident” a few months ago, you and Richard Grayson have started dating a bit. It was a weird dynamic, as it wasn’t as serious as it normally would be. You’d take turns taking each other out to the most random places, ranging from lunch dates to across-the-street-dates. You loved how honest he was with you and how special he made you feel. He had the most beautiful people falling at his feet, but whenever you two were together, you had all his attention. Whatever you had to say he honored and you, likewise.

It was no secret that you were falling for Richard; even road kill would be able to see. You constantly find yourself unable to stop giggling around him, always wanting to look your best, and generally happier. You had it bad for him, but you didn’t want to scare him away by being too forward. Besides, you were pretty sure it all spoke for itself anyway, but Richard had a tendency of being quite the airhead sometimes, you noticed, so it probably flew over him. That’s never stopped you from thinking that maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, but at the same time you always stopped yourself from expecting too much.

On a certain Wednesday afternoon though, something sort of changed in your little arrangement. Your shift had just finished and you were about to clock out of work, when a commotion in the lobby caught your attention. You shuffled over to the crowd and saw Richard sitting by the lounge, looking as hot as ever. He dressed simply, a black shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar and black jeans. “Richard?” you call out to him. “What are you doing here?”

Immediately his gaze went to you, going from uncomfortable to elated in half a second. All eyes went to you, varying shades of green in each of the women present. “Hey beautiful.” He greets, slinging one of his arms around your shoulders. Another thing that swept you off your feet all the time: you’re the only one he calls beautiful. “I was thinking a steak dinner tonight. You up for it?”

“If I start gaining weight because of you, I swear Grayson, you’re gonna die.” You point an accusatory look at him and he returns it with a sheepish one.

“It doesn’t really matter to me. You’ll always be stunning no matter what.” There was something about the way he said it that told you he wasn’t just fooling around. It wasn’t as lighthearted like all those times before. No, this felt like it had meaning.

And as he walked you to the steakhouse with his hand sliding down to hold yours, your hope for the two of you never felt stronger.

Jason Todd:

Water rushed over your hands as you lathered the soap. You had just finished off your last ink job for the day, another very satisfied customer walking out your door. Now all that’s left was to close up shop and you’d be on your way home. Gathering your things and fixing yourself up a bit, you shut the lights and lock the doors before leaving. As your boots clacked along the moonlit curb, your eyes darted all around, vigilant. Your apartment was a good twenty minute walk from here, but the streets were darker than they should be, and you weren’t exactly in the safest place in Gotham, so it was always quite the nervous trek.

As you made your way past the first two alleyways, a bunch of guys stuck their hungry eyes at you. You heard them before you saw them; they began whistling and crowing as you walked by. Obviously they were teenagers, with no sense of fashion too, you noted. They were dressed like stereotypical gangsters, the ones you see on a corny cop movie, but they were far from intimidating. They were bold, though, you’d give them that. Especially since one decided you were harmless enough to approach.

“Hello there, little lady. Whatchu doin’ walking out here by yourself? It’s dangerous.” One drawled close to your heavily pierced ear.

You smiled sarcastically “Oh yeah, definitely. Smell the breath on you, oh lord, I am fearing for my life right now.” You waved your hand back and forth under your nose. It pissed him off instantly.

“What did you just say to me?!”

“Oh, did I hurt wittle Jimmy boy’s feelings? Look, why don’t you go back to your little cronies and show your dick to them instead because I have bad eyes. Can’t see small stuff.”

“Why you-” He raised his hand in the air, ready to smack you, when a howl of laughter came from behind you. A very familiar-and sexy-laugh.

“Man that was a comeback worth writing down.” Jason swaggered his way to you, lazy grin on his face but a little fire in his eyes. “Alright, playtime’s over kid. You go run along now.”

“W-Who the fuck are you?!” He stuttered, still trying to keep the tough face on despite clearly being unsettled by Jason’s sheer size. You couldn’t blame him though; Jason was built like a fucking god.

“Ah, nobody really. Just saw you were giving the lady trouble and thought to stop it. You know, ‘cause it’s disrespectful. Plus I did you a favor, dude. Wouldn’t want your gang to see you get your face beat in, would you?” His face was smug, almost gloating, but you could still tell his threat was dead serious. Apparently Mr. Gang signs did too, since he just left with a scowl. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t really need help though, if I’m gonna be honest.”

“Oh believe me I know. I just wanted him to fuck off faster.” He chuckled as you both continued walking.

“How’d you know I was here?”

“I live relatively close by, and I just got back from Irene’s house. Helped her with some things.”

“I should go visit Mrs. Mabel, too.”

“Wanna go tomorrow?” Jason suddenly asks. “We could have lunch there.” You raised an amused eyebrow at his proposal.

“Jason Peter Todd, are you asking me out?”

“Yeah, I am. Is there a problem with that?” You both stop at the door of your apartment building.

“Nope. Absolutely nothing.” You hum, kissing him on the cheek before going inside.

Tim Drake:

Turns out you and Tim shared the same school. Thankfully, your schedules weren’t totally mismatched, so you both had time to hang out in between periods. You had become rather good friends in a short amount of time, as you often helped with his self-destructive sleeping habits. Honestly, you were shocked he was still so smart—sleeping nearly thirty minutes a day would have killed your entire brain in less than a week. You brought him scented candles, helped him pick out pillows and made him tea that’d help him drowse. You were mothering him in a way, and it was quite obvious he liked it.

Third period had just started and you were waiting for your ever-so-punctual professor to show up. Cheek squished on your knuckle, you blew a raspberry in boredom. Then your phone vibrated in your pocket, signaling a text. You saw that it was from Tim, and it read:

“Vacant time. Teach didn’t even bother to show up today, and no sub.

Bored as heck.”

You shook your head and texted back with a smile. “Sorry, can’t help you there. I’m in class. Why don’t you take a nap?”

“I don’t feel like it. Can’t you skip?” You looked out the window and saw him looking down on his phone under one of the trees.

“You are not influencing me into truancy, sir, no matter how cute you are.” You saw his teeth peek out in a smile.

“Come on, just this once? :( I’m very lonely.”

“Boo-hoo for you. I’m not sacrificing my mom’s hard earned money just to snooze under a tree.”

“Touché. Fine, you win. I’ll wait…

…but I’ll be thinking of you.”

Okay, pause. Hold the damn phone. Timothy Drake did not just say that to you. Your cheeks lit on fire as you attempted to keep your face relaxed. You looked up at him again, and saw that he too, was red in the face. He started punching the side of his head, seemingly regretting what he just sent.

“Forget that last bit.”

Oh but you won’t. Not a chance in cold hell.

Damian Wayne:

Damian had been frequenting your shelter since he first came here a month ago, claiming that he had to make sure the animals were in “optimal living conditions”, and that his father’s money wasn’t going to waste. You didn’t see him very often because you had school and you only get to help on the weekends, but every time you did he was with a Dalmatian you liked to call “Oreo”. He was still kinda young, and Damian obviously liked him the most out of all the critters here. In all honesty, you wanted to talk to him and be friends, but you got very shy.

Currently, you were feeding the dogs while your dad bought some supplies from the vet across the street. There were twelve dogs total in the shelter, not counting the ten puppies in the nursery room. This chore in particular was your favorite, being that you adored dogs more than any other animal. All the doggos happily trotted around the feeding room as you prepared their feasts. “Okay, gang. Here’s the grub.” You holler, bringing out a dozen feeding bowls. “Now, you don’t eat until I say so, okay?” They all stood to attention, tails wagging back and forth like furry windshield wipers. You set the bowls in a line, evenly filling them with dog food and a little bit of raw meat. You backed away and twenty four beady black eyes stared at you in anticipation. “Okay…go!” Then they all simultaneously devour their meals, chomping and licking sounds filling the air. You giggle and put the food away, readying their vitamin-infused water for after they eat.

Amongst the cacophony of eating doges, you heard a set of footsteps from the doorway. You turn and see Damian, looking as stiff as ever. His eyes focused on the dogs and gained an approving look in them. You smiled, happy that you met his expectation. “What do they eat daily?”

“Oh, just a combination of dog food and some raw chicken. The vitamins I put in their water, since they don’t eat the supplements I mix in with the solid food.” Another nod.

“Sounds appropriate.” Then an awkward silence ensues. You gulp, feeling yourself shy away again. “Would you allow me to take Oreo for a walk? Your father mentioned that you walk the dogs on the afternoons.”

You tuck a stray hair behind your ear as you poured the water into the now-emptied bowls. “Oh sure! Actually, the backyard’s completely fenced and it’s a big place. Why not just set them all free there, let them run and play around?”

He paused a bit, his expression softening the tiniest bit. Barely noticeable, but it was something. “Alright.”

#batboys #batfamily #batfam imagine #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #imagine #preferences #dc comics #comics #boyfriend scenarios #fluff

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bat-losers-inc · 6 years

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Hi, My Name Is...

Warnings: none

Summary: “What exactly am I going to say? 'Hi, my name is Jason Todd. My hobbies include paper-mache and vandalism. Can I work for your company?”

Pairings: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Tim came into the room and flopped down on the bed next to Jason. Jason turned away from the book he had been reading to look at him, which was hard when his boyfriend currently had his arm draped over his face. At this time of night it could be anything from the lights were hurting his eyes — strained enough already from staring at a computer screen all day— to just the mild annoyance that Tim always displayed after a long day at W. E.

“Rough day at the office? “ Jason asked with an amused grin.

Tim dropped his arm from across his eyes and rolled over to face Jason, a desperate look on his face as he grasped Jason’s slack hands. “If we want to keep the lights running in this place, someone besides me has to start bringing home the bacon. And I mean the metaphorical green kind, not the greasy strips of dead animal you so lovingly cook up for me on Sunday mornings. Because if I have to work another full week at W.E. I’m going to shoot myself.”

Jason laughed and brushed Tim’s bangs from his eyes. “We can’t have that, Dorito isn’t an adequate substitute for a spooning partner. Too small… but just the right amount of furry.”

As if hearing his name from the great beyond, or like— the kitchen, the orange cat squirmed through the partly opened door and jumped onto the bed to curled up in between the empty space made by Tim and Jason’s bodies.

“It doesn’t even have to be a full-time job. You could flip burgers for all I care.” continued Tim.

Jason stroked Dorito’s side and smiled as the cat started purring like a car engine.

“Flipping burgers wouldn’t keep the lights on anymore than me not working, though. If I’m going to get a job it’d have to be full-time.” Jason cringed just at the thought of an office job. He doubted he could keep still enough to keep any position for more than a week.

“It doesn’t have to be a traditional office job. You could apply for managerial positions. Plenty of shipping depots have positions to fill. You’d be on your feet a lot and bossing people around.”

Dorito shifted more onto his back and started nipping at Jason’s fingers. “What exactly am I going to say? Hi, my name is Jason Todd. My hobbies include paper-mache and vandalism. Can I work for your company?”

Tim grimaced and glanced at the paper-mache replica of Dorito that Jason had been working on. The cat must have gotten to it at some point during the day because now half of its face was missing, paper shreds scattered about the floor. Tim was starting to believe that Jason wasn’t the only one with an inclination for vandalism, and prayed their cat didn’t develop an appetite for chili dogs as well.

“I’m sure they’ve had worse people apply for jobs. After all, this is Gotham we’re talking about.”

Jason snorted. “Sure, I’d be golden until they want to check my record and see that I’m legally dead. That’ll be a real head-scratcher.”

Tim was already reaching backwards into his laptop bag. “You let me worry about your record. Just start looking for help wanted ads.”

Tim was perched on the edge of the couch cushion, bare torso peeking out in spots between the ace bandages, sewing up the newest rips in his uniform from the other night’s patrol. He nearly jabbed himself with the needle when the door flew open, banging against the side wall, as a figure rushed across the threshold.

Tim dropped what he was holding, his hand already scrambling for that space in-between the couch cushions where Jason’s stashed emergency weapons. His hand came up with a hypodermic needle full of antitoxin from the last time Jason had been stupid enough to get hit by Ivy’s sex pollen. Someway or another, they always ended up in a tangle of limbs on the couch… stashing emergency doses of antitoxin there had seemed a good idea at the time. Tim still couldn’t find fault with it now as he tore off the cap with his teeth and whipped around to face his attacker, arm raised.

The man was wearing slacks and a white button down, and he changed directions fast when he saw the needle in Tim’s hand, arms rising up to fend Tim off.

“Whoa, whoa! Put the pointy objects down, babybird! I know I forgot to pick up coffee but there’s no need to turn this into a domestic.”

It was only then that Tim realized his intruder was actually his boyfriend.

“Jason,” Tim breathed a sigh of relief, the needle dropping from his hand onto the carpet. “You scared me.”

Jason eyed Tim warily, like he was still afraid of approaching the other man. “Yeah, and I learned my lesson, too. I won’t be doing that again anytime soon. From now on we’ll be communicating through a series of bird calls before I step through that door.”

Tim rolled his eyes and grabbed Jason by the hand, pulling him down onto the couch next to him. He took in the other boy’s attire, nothing like the jeans and faded t-shirts he usually went out in. “What are you wearing?”

Jason’s face broke out into a broad smile. “That’s what I came back to tell you. I had a job interview today and I got hired.”

“Really! Where?”

“An auto shop in Old Gotham. You’re looking at their newest mechanic. I think it’ll be good being able to do something with my hands during the day. Cleaning my guns gets boring after the third time in a day and since I trashed my bike a month ago… well I miss giving her a tune up. Plus, this helps pay the bills. I know it not a managerial position, but it’s a start. I can work my way up from here.”

Tim cupped his face and pecked a kiss on his lips. “This is fantastic news.”

Jason reached down towards the floor and pulled up a take away bag, smudged with grease stains. “I also brought home lunch to celebrate. Guess what restaurant is across the street from the shop?”

“What one?” asked Tim. Jason flipped the bag around so that the logo was showing, though Tim probably could have guessed correctly based on the tempting aroma that escaped and the colors on the bag. Red Robin — the restaurant chain that shared his name. He rolled his eyes at the overdone joke with a smile.

Jason grinned at him and ran his hands along Tim’s naked back. He planted a kiss on Tim’s bare shoulder and stated in-between kisses that trailed up Tim’s neck. “And, might I say… yumm.”

Tim tilted his head back, pulled Jason closer to him. “Oh yeah?”

Jason continued their path backwards until Tim was lying with his back against the cushions. Jason shifted until he was kneeling over the other boy’s body. “Mmhmm…”

“I guess lunch can wait a bit,” he laughed before pulled Jason into a kiss.

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Batman and his team must stop a Rampaging Clayface through the streets of Gotham. Red Robin is injured, and it is a Team effort to stop the carnage, in the Finale to Fall of the Batmen!

Detective Comics # 973 Writer: James Tynion IV Artist: Jesus Merino Inker: Diana Egea Colorist: Jason Wright Letterer: Sal Cipriano Cover Artist: Guillem March & Tomeu Morey Variant Cover: Rafael Albuquerque Editors: Brian Cunningham, Chris Conroy & Dave Wielgosz Publisher: DC Comics

What You Need to Know: Batman and Robin are in a Flashback to the day that they brought Clayface onto their team. Red Robin is excited to have worked on a project that he has named the “Mud Room” where these gallons of Psycho-active clay can be formed into enemies for the sake of Training. Way to go, Tim! batman cannot help but notice that Tim is enjoying this a little too much. Batman tells Tim that he is bringing in Batwoman and Clayface, and Tim is ecstatic. He tells Batman that he kept the Bell in here and wants to call this remote Hideout “The Belfry.”

What You’ll Find Out: Present day and the problem at hand is the Godzilla =sized Clayface that is trampling Gotham beneath his billowy Clay Feet! Clayface has absorbed all of the Clay from Red Robin’s Mud Room, and Super-Sized Himself! The Remote Batcave like Belfry, Tim Drake’s Headquarters, was destroyed, and with it, Tim injured with a nasty Concussion.

Batman is working with the team to formulate a plan to bring Basil down to size.

What Just Happened?

Everyone is lending a hand to help stop Clayface. Batwing and Squire are working up a plan to have the Batwing drones controlled by Azazel and sent to battle Clayface. In the Meantime Anarchy and (honestly a character that they do not name, but I imagine has a Name) argue about the ethics of their interference so far, Anarchy does not take lightly the impertinence and the hypocrisy of the other and they fight. (a sort of B-plot item that is not too explored in this issue).

Time is running out for Clayface as the team develops a serum to revert Boris to his most human-like state. The Serum will need to be administered by Cassandra (Orphen) directly to his Brain or cerebral cortex, and she is the one most likely to get that close.

In a surprise moment, Boris does indeed revert back to his human form, and we see a touching moment as he and Cassandra lament their relationship and how close they have become. Unfortunately, all does not go as planned. Check out the final pages to reveal the twist!

Rating: 8 / 10

Final Thought:

Having just jumped in on this story, I feel like I am at an unfair advantage. I get to start with the fruition of all the action, with little work to do so, and as a result, I may like the story better than most. The characters all interacted very well, and there were some deep moments when they have regrets and express their feelings as a group or to each other. I enjoyed this book a lot. It has the Epic sense of Pacific Rim or Jurassic World, but the true sentiment of Batman or the team doing Detective work to solve a problem. It’s nice to see Batman actually letting others be a part of the solution as well. What a twist as well, I did not want to spoil it, but check out the last page of the book, it will shock you! A solid ending to a 5 part story, and worth checking out at the comic shop.

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