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UPDATED: 21 May 2024 3:30 p.m. PST
(Organized by: Title, Chapters Posted, Chapters Written, And Progress/Completion)
Almost There (3 chapters posted; 3 written; In progress) flashfam
Ango (Dwelling in Peace) (4 chapters posted; 4 written; In progress) arrowfam
An Oyster's Pearl (8 chapters posted; 14 written; In progress)
A Yellow Ribbon (11 chapters posted; 11 written; In progress) flashfam/superfam/yj98
blood on your altar (2 chapters posted; 2 written; In progress) arrowfam/titans/aquafam
Bloody Valentines (9 chapters posted; 9 written; In progress) batfam/titans/titans west/gl corps/flashfam/losh/new gods/shadowpact/superfam
Blue Ribbon Birdie (Oneshot; Completed) batfam
Bruised Figure (0 chapters posted; 6 written; In progress) batfam
Catch and Release (17 chapters posted; 17 written; In progress) batfam
Central City Lemonade Stand (0 chapters posted; 3 written; In progress) flashfam
Daily Planet Classifieds (10 chapters posted; 11 written; In progress) superfam/yj 98/titans
Eyes and Ears (16 chapters posted; 41 written; In progress) batfam
Five Little Ducks (13 chapters posted; 13 written; Complete) batfam
Five Stages of Mamma Mia (13 chapters posted; 20 written; In progress) batfam
Frozen in Time (2 chapters posted; 2 written; In progress) jli/gl corps
Hair Trigger (7 chapters posted; 25 written; In progress) batfam
Heels Over Head (1 chapter posted; 1 written; In progress) flashfam
Honor in Crisis (0 chapters posted; 9 written; In progress) dc comics/batfam/titans/ntt/jli/gl corps/arrowfam
Human Cannery Co. (2 chapters posted; 2 written; In progress) yj98/superfam/flashfam
If There's Nothing Missing In My Life... (16 chapters posted; 16 written; In progress) superfam
In The Soup (10 chapters posted; 10 written; In progress) batfam/superfam
into the silent land (4 chapters posted; 4 written; In progress) batfam
Kitten Heel (7 chapters posted; 7 written; In progress) arrowfam/titans
Library of Ashes (5 chapter posted; 5 written; In progress) batfam
Lily of the Valley (21 chapters posted; 21 written; In progress) batfam
Lost Boys (4 chapters posted; 16 written; In progress) batfam/superfam/titans
Midnight Swan (0 chapters posted; 5 written; In progress) batfam
Ocean View (0 chapters posted; 12 written; In progress) superfam/batfam
Oracle of Jersey (1 chapter posted; 2 written; In progress) bop/batfam
Phantom Grin (13 chapters posted; 18 written; In progress) batfam
silence of your song (2 chapters posted; 2 written; In progress) flashfam
Space Oddity (8 chapters posted; 8 written; In progress) titans (fab five)/aquafam
Sweet Honey Bee (0 chapters posted; 3 written; In progress) flashfam
Tangerines (1 chapter posted; 1 written; In progress) batfam/yj98
The Brother Trap (16 chapters posted; 16 written; In progress) flashfam
The Flames That Burn The Brightest (1 chapter; 2 written; In progress) titans/arrowfam
The Juice Box Jubilee (3 chapter posted; 3 written; In progress) batfam/yj98/titans
The Spin Out (5 chapters posted; 5 written; In progress) batfam
Titans Academy (8 chapters posted; 8 written; In progress) titans/arrowfam
To Touch Fate (23 chapters posted; 23 written; In progress) batfam/batman beyond
Traveler's Guide to Yesterday (1 chapter posted; 1 written; In progress) flashfam (rogue's gallery)
Wild Eyes (3 chapters posted; 3 written; In progress) batfam/batfam (rogue's gallery)
Views From the Mountain (1 chapter posted; 1 written; In progress) flashfam/titans (fab five)
You're Just Like Quicksand (11 chapters posted; 13 written; In progress) batfam/batman beyond
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For curiosity sake (also cuz polls are fun)
For those stumbling upon this, I will NEVER give up the oppertunity to shamlessly self promote SO you should read my fic
Summary on A03-
Tim Drake died at seventeen, his family long broken beyond repair.
A Cuckoo finally rid from the nest.
But when he wakes up in his time, but now just a year after the Graysons death and appearance of the first Robin.
Tim wouldnt let his family suffer again, even if it meant he couldnt join them.
Bruce Wayne is not "Brucie Wayne"
Tim Drake is not "Timothy Drake"
They are both personas, a front to prevent people from looking at whats really under the surface. But sooner or later Tim should have known Gotham being a city of secrets, nothing stays buried forever. Especially not when the bats get involved with their trashy next door neighbor whose behavior seems more and more contriditory.
Tim had saved them all more times than he could count, maybe this time they could return the favor.
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A Lord by the name Jaskier
A collection of stories where Jaskier is in a position of nobility/power. Reverse Warlord AUs, if you will.
hooked by peaktotheocean.
Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove, hadn't been expecting to see invading Witchers on his riverbanks. Nor had he anticipated being named king to serve the White Wolf. Unfortunately, those were just the start of his problems.
Long Live the King by stockholm_syndrom.
Geralt placed the crown on his head before kneeling at his side, and the weight of it felt heavy on Jaskier’s brow.
Jaskier’s path to becoming king, takes place five years after the fall of Cintra.
My Lord, have mercy on me. By SunnyInTheSun
"Where are we? I'm not sure I visited this country before."
Geralt's eyes drift to the castle not very far from the forest they were hiding for a few hours. He feels his breath accelerate but he doesn't have another option: they have to hide there.
Cirilla needs to rest and it's not safe to travel further if they will not rest enough.
"This is Letthenove. I have a friend there, he will help us."
If Jaskier is there and he's lucky enough to not be thrown out after what he did.
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Geralt is traveling with Cirilla, trying to not be captured by the Nilfgaardian soldiers. He can't stop, he can't take a break and he can't think of anything else but take Cirilla to Kaer Morhen and let her be safe... until they find themselves on Letthenove.
Geralt knows Cirilla needs to take a break and rest so he goes even if he's not sure if Jaskier wants to meet him after what he did.
But what he finds when he knocks on the door is not Jaskier: is Julian Alfred Pankratz, Lord and Viscont of Letthenove.
His bard is not the same anymore
Without you, I'm Stronger, I'm no Longer filled with Wonder by Jassy
Another post-mountain fic (such fertile grounds they gave us!) Jaskier's father dies and, having just been summarily told to fuck off by Geralt, Jaskier sees no reason not to take up the title of Count de Lettenhove.
It all just kinda gains its own momentum from there.
Discovering Viscount Jaskier and His Lands by merthurlocked.
It begins with the bard leaving all he once knew behind,
It starts when he discovers a certain witcher,
It nearly ends when the witcher demands he leaves,
It finishes when the two idiots find one another again, and learn how to stay.
(Or post mountain, Geralt and Ciri are on the run when they discover Viscount Julian de Lettenhove's lands and find them to be a place of safety that neither want to leave.)
King by MaroonDragon
(Inspired by The Accidental Warlord and his Pack by Inexplicifics and by the song King from Florence and the Machine)
After what happens on the mountains, Jaskier just wants a moment to lick his wounds. He doesn't want to sing about the White Wolf and his heroics. So he goes to the only place he can go where he's not expected to perform: Lettenhove. Unfortunately, going home means facing his past and his lingering claim to a title he does not want. Frustrated with the state of the world, with his life and what people expect of him as an Omega, Jaskier has had enough. Hell hath no fury like an Omega scorned.
If you want something done, you better do it yourself. Jaskier is done singing about other people's heroics and hoping that they'll make the world a better place. Let them sing songs about him for a change. He's not a father. He's not a husband. He's a king.
This is a Warlord Jaskier AU by @jaskiersvalley here on Tumblr I thought should be included here.
Refuge in Lettenhove by Descarada
Geralt and Ciri are on the run from Nilfgaard. After a narrow escape from certain death, they seek refuge in a Lettenhove court. Geralt is shocked to find that the viscount, (and secret leader in the resistance) is none other than the man he scorned on the mountain. But Jaskier is acting as though he’s never met him before in his life.
Is this is the chance Geralt needs to set things right?
the viscount & the hound by Kales and sheepishwolfy (this is one of my personal favorites)
How many Julian Pankratz could there be in all the world, let alone in Redania, let alone in Lettenhove? Even if he kicked Geralt out on his ear—and that would be his right, after the mountain, after all this time—even if he refused the witcher, Jaskier would shelter Ciri. Geralt knew it in his heart and his soul and his very bones. Jaskier would keep her safe, and get her to the other wolves, or to Yennefer.
With winter swift approaching, and a scared, starving child to care for, a half-dead Geralt of Rivia has no choice but to seek aid from the last person who wants to give it: Viscount Julian Alfred Pankratz.
Lettenhove times by Seiramallipop
Lettenhove, Jaskier's home, becomes a safe haven for all persecuted. This is a series of interconnecting small stories about different people ending up at Lettenhove and how they reacted to hospitality and niceness.
Of Witchers, Bards, and Broken Hearts by dhwty_writes
Six months have passed since Geralt and Ciri found each other. Since then, they have been on the run from... well, everyone, basically. Geralt is tired, Ciri is hungry, Roach is dead. And then they stumble across a very particular viscounty named Lettenhove. The problem? Geralt broke the Viscount’s heart on a mountain and Julian ‘Jaskier’ Alfred Pankratz, a bard, a friend, a lover, is slow to forgive.
Solace and Sanctuary by Igneum807 (Be warned this is part of a series, but this fic can be read as stand-alone.)
The people of Lettenhove listen to every song that Jaskier writes. He is their viscount, after all. The songs speak of witchers as heroes, as saviors, and the people believe them. When Eskel stumbles on the town in a desperate state, he discovers an unexpected safe haven in Jaskier's home and sets off a chain of events that quickly spirals into something powerful. Something the poets call destiny. The destiny of a manor and its people. Because after all these years, after all the hatred and the scorn, the witchers of Kaer Morhen have found a place to call home.
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I just found out my dad... wrote Star Wars fanfiction.............. is this what a legacy feels like? am i upholding my family duties?
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I want less of "the Drakes were terrible people and parents and Bruce rescues poor sad Timmy" (not knocking the trope it just got old for me)
And more of Bruce suffering a hell of his own creation as he tries to figure out how to parent Timothy "latchkey kid" Drake, who doesn't respect the concept of having parental supervision in general and more specifically Bruce's authority as his new guardian at all, because Tim was basically his caretaker for the entire beginning of his tenure as Robin
Any kind of Parental Action would have Bruce choking in his own hypocrisy. Like... imagine trying to get your teenage son to go to bed when he's been putting your ass down for naps for like, years, by that point. Imagine telling him to eat healthier when at 13 years old he was helping your butler with designing your meal plan 'cause you were too depressed to eat
Bruce gently tries to get him to stop working on a case to take a break, and Tim raises a single withering eyebrow (he learned this from Alfred) and Bruce immediately shuts up. Tim only listens to Bruce when he wants to and being legally adopted by the man hasn't changed that
(And I want fics of the rest of the batfam reacting to this dynamic soooooooo bad)
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I haven't finished chapter 2 of all that we wanted, it's for our life beyond the stars so I thought it would be nice to post a little sneak peek up here while I wrap up the last 1k words and my beta-reader proofreads the whole thing~
Tim flops down on his bed and stares at the pictures on his wall. His left arm accidentally hits a stuffed animal - a green bird - and he pulls it over to hug it. For some reason, this is the stuffed animal that he always keeps, even at the boarding school. Other kids laughed at him but he did not really care. And now it’s back in his room, just like Tim himself.
...
To be honest, Tim likes hanging out with Jason a lot, but he just seems a bit weird sometimes. Not that Tim is judging his friend, no, this is merely an observation.
Like, sometimes, he may catch Jason looking at him and looking pensive a little. Maybe, a bit lost as well. Or he may accidentally call him something that sounds like Timmy. No one has called him that in years, even his parents. They still have some of his baby stuff with that name sewn on though.
...
“Wow, they look amazing! You have so much potential, Baby Bird--” Jason cuts himself off, looking a bit startled.
“Baby Bird?” The question comes out before Tim can stop himself.
Expect this chapter to have about 6k words (more or less), and I am now actually not sure when it will be posted 😅
(Also, these parts have not been beta'd so they might be a bit different when posted.)
#batfamily#batfam#batkids#tim drake#red robin#jason todd#red hood#robin#batman#bruce wayne#dick grayson#nightwing#ao3 author#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#fanfic#batfam fic
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CHAPTER TWO IS OUT
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54875446/chapters/139436440
#batfam#batfic#batman#bruce wayne#fanfic#ao3#batfamily#red hood#jason todd#dick grayson#duke thomas#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#damian wayne#art
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Final chapter!
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Fellas, fellas
Why on earth are you BUYING PHYSICAL BOOKBOUND COPIES OF FANFICTION????
ACTUALLY WHY ARE YOU EVEN BOOKBINDING FANFICTION TO SELL?!?!?!
IF ANY OF YOU DO EITHER OF THESE THINGS, GET OUT!! I AM NEVER SPEAKING TO YOU AGAIN.
In all seriousness though, authors on AO3 have begun to pull their works off of the site to avoid getting sued by people stealing their works to make a pretty bound book for profit. Entire accounts could be shut down as well.
Listen, I’m all for saving favorite works by printing them out and putting them in a binder, or learning how to make a bookbound copy yourself and/or assembling one with a pre-made and purchased fancy binding for a fanfic FOR YOURSELF or AS A GIFT to someone, but making bindings with and putting fanfiction in it TO SELL is where I draw the line.
Literally the entire point of AO3 is that you can read it FOR FREE.
It is DISRESPECTFUL for people to make money off of hardbound copies because guess what, the original creators of these fics get nothing. We are literally only writing fanfiction for our own pleasure.
Buying and selling book-bound fanfiction is also ILLEGAL YOU DUMB SHITS. People who are selling content while claiming to be a book binder is a misconception of their services. Book binders make the covers and all that, not the actual content of the book. Selling fanfiction is also an immediate violation of copyright law / Creative Commons licenses. The original fan work will get erased from the internet.
Fanfiction is already a legal grey zone since they are works being written about are protected by copyright. Copyright holders can in fact go after writers as well as the person who sold the fanfiction.
This also goes for people who steal fanart and, claim it as theirs, and put a price on it.
Don’t make it worse.
rest assured, we can still write our fanfics and make our art.
Buying a binding for you to assemble onto your own fanfiction or fanfiction you printed for PERSONAL USE is fine.
HOWEVER,
Bookbinding fanfiction for profit is literally ruining things for everyone. DON’T.
If I see any of them on Etsy, I swear to god-
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I have posted the first chapter of the second part of the series How To Steal A Brother
Summary:
Jason's new life at the Wayne Manor.
Tim is at a boarding school.
Or is he?
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Also, there are two Robins at the same time?
It's rated T but it's pretty chill (read the tags and you'll understand).
Stats: 1/3
Part one is here!
#batfamily#batfam#batkids#jason todd#red hood#tim drake#red robin#bruce wayne#batman#dick grayson#nightwing#ao3 author#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#ao3 link#batfam fic#meta jason todd
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Awakening
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Summary:
Tim looks down as the vertigo washes over every thought he has. The voices stop with a hush, and he is back in the darkness, looking for a way out. He has been dangling in the limit ever since the cult held him captive and stole everything from him, but he can make things right now. He will make things right. This is the end.
Peter thought the universe would have been more graceful with him by now. Is almost funny, how cruel it turns out to be, how tragically short his second chance has been. It manages to bring him a sad half smile. As the world turns dark again, he clings to Doctor Strange´s sleeve. He has been death before; Peter wants to think it can’t be too bad this time.
Tim jumped. He had been sure that was the end.
Peter faded. He had been sure that was the end.
Waking up in a different world was the last thing either of them expected.
Chapter 2 up!
#tim drake#batman#peter parker#spider man#red robin#marvel cinematic universe#mcu#dc comics#fanfic#fanfiction
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I AM NOW OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA OF TIM AND DAMIAN DRIVING FROM CITY TO CITY WITH TITUS AND GETTING INTO SHENANIGANS LIKE THE SCOOBY GANG AND HAVING TO SOLVE STUPID MYSTERIES IN EACH NEW CITY
PLEASE IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES
IT WOULD BE GLORIOUS
Tim would be tryna set all sorts of dumb traps and Damian is like “it’s so obvious it’s the underpaid teacher” and they keep a tally of who’s right and whoever is right gets to pick the next city
Also just imagine Damian being called a “meddling kid” Tim would have to hold him back from punching someone
Somehow their adventures lead to them becoming honorary mayors in several towns, getting several keys to cities, and having 5 restaurants and diners named after them, and on one honorable occasion a town made a statue of Titus to commemorate him
#bloopy’s headcanons#batman#tim and damian#damian wayne#tim drake#dc comics#batfam#batbros#titus the dog#idk this is just too good#I need a fic of this#really#i really need a fic of this
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hullo hullo love your hijack content 👀
Dunno if you're looking for recs, but by any chance have you read Dress Us in Silver & Blue by ImdeadtiredTM and That1Notetaker????? The characterization is AMAZING highly recommend 👌
thank you!!
i have not read it, but i dont really read hijack fics ajdghadhg i have this thing, once i finish a fic for a fandom my brain is unshackled from the brainworms and i can move on. BUT anyone who follows me for hijack might enjoy this one!!
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Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon
Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, A Wizard Did It, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd is Robin, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Time Travel, sort of???, Feral Dick Grayson, Angry Dick Grayson, Nice Jason Todd, Tim Drake is confused, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, canon? I hardly know her, Dick and Jason both became Robin at age 11 because I need that for this to work, no beta we die like jason todd
Summary:
The girl and magic staff were nowhere to be seen, instead a fine layer of blue, shimmering dust covered the ground. In the center, where Red Hood and Nightwing should have been, was what looked like a pile of yellow and black fabric until it started shifting and moving, revealing itself to be two human forms.
Tim stopped dead in his tracks, nearly slipping in the dust, causing Robin — who was apparently right behind him — to crash into his back.
Robin mumbled a few curse words directed at him, but stopped short when he saw what was in front of them.
It was two young boys, both with messy black hair, both covered in a fine layer of glittering blue dust, and both wearing the old Robin costume. It was Dick’s design, the brighter one, closer in color to what the Flying Graysons had worn, and with a startling lack of pants. But it was the one that Jason had worn too.
…
Or, Dick and Jason get de-aged by some magic, assumptions are made, and those assumptions are very, very wrong.
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Morvran Voorhis, first-ranked prince of Nilfgaard, has been sent to Kaer Morhen on a diplomatic mission. His tasks are twofold: first, negotiate a nonaggression treaty between the wild barbarian Warlord of the North and the Nilfgaardian Empire. And second, ingratiate himself with the mysterious Warlord’s daughter and heir apparent, Princess Cirilla.
Sir Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, a Vicovaran knight, has been assigned to protect young Prince Voorhis on this mission. Prince Voorhis may be the best of a bad lot, but Cahir’s still not looking forward to the threats or the temperature of a winter in the distant North.
They both know their mission is a dangerous one. But they don’t know where the true danger lies…and while they know how to navigate Nilfgaard’s treacherous court, they are not prepared for Kaer Morhen. This is a mission they might not survive…and if they do, they might be changed beyond all recognition.
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The sorceress who accidentally made Eskel's body female did apologize, and it's supposed to wear off in a month, so really, there's no reason for him not to enjoy the temporary new bits and bobs. Especially if he's got Geralt to help out.
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The preqel to my Reverse Robins Wingfic; aka "To Brace Upon Benign Feathers"
Its from tim’s POV, because he’s my pookie and I love him very much. it also briefly switches to bruce’s POV toward the end, so i hope it’s not too jarring
Also: Warning for self harm, ig. Y’know how some species of birds pluck their feathers when they’re stressed? that’s what Tim does
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Tim watched; his eyes glimmered with an awe-struck light as Batman and his Shadow soared through the sky. The pair weaved through the air, their dark-clothed forms momentarily blotting out the streetlight as they descended upon the cluster of criminals.
The edge of Shadow's blade flashed as a criminal's scarlet blood spilled across the ground. The wounds were shallow and non-lethal, but Tim still captured Batman's disapproving look.
"Tt," Shadow scoffed before flaring out his dyed wings, the criminals shrieking before scrambling away from the teen, only to end up in the grasp of the looming Batman.
Tim raised his camera and snapped a photo, his teeth digging into his bottom lip to silence his excited hums.
Click.
Batman tied the criminals together before leaving them on the side of the road and contacting the GCPD. Shadow glared at the criminals, "Tt. In the League, dissenters would have their wings sawed off as a warning to other potential traitors."
The criminals stared at the Bat with wide, fearful, and pleading eyes. Tim winced, ruffling his still-fresh flight feathers.
"But we aren't in the League," Batman sighed. It sounded like the pair had had this conversation multiple times, and Tim wouldn't doubt it.
Shadow narrowed his eyes behind the domino mask, pivoting before launching himself onto the roof Tim was on. The falcon stifled an undignified squeak before ducking behind the HVAC unit. The sound of heavy wingbeats filled the air as Batman chased after his son.
"Everything would be easier if you adopted the League's teachings as Mother suggested," Shadow growled, unconsciously ruffling his wings in a manner glaringly similar to Batman's.
"We've been over this," Batman sighed, sounding more frustrated than ever, "Talia left you with me. You're not in the League anymore, D- Shadow. You need to follow my rules, which means no killing. No Maiming. And no lethal use whatsoever."
Shadow hissed in irritation, but he didn't bother to argue.
Tim hummed. What was Batman about to say?
As the fledgling watched the pair leap off the roof to continue their patrol, he prepared to procure a list of names that began with "D."
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How likely were Batman and Shadow to be Bruce and Damian Wayne?
It would make sense...
Oh god, his neighbors were the Batman and the Shadow! Wow, that... actually made sense.
Huh… that’s so cool.
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This... was decidedly less cool...
Tim stared at the social worker, his expression lax with shock. In his chest, Tim's heart jack-rabbited against his ribcage, beating out an incredulous tone that filled him with disbelief as dread pooled in his gut.
His parents had died in a plane accident while on a plane back from Taiwan. Tim had talked to them last night, and his mom had even said he'd bring back a souvenir and some snacks for Tim to try out and- and-
"Sorry, son," the man said, but he didn't look too sorry. In fact, he looked guilty.
It took everything in him to force his disposition to remain calm and collected. He was a Drake, and Tim would be hard-pressed before he demolished the castle his mother and father had built brick-by-brick that was their reputation. He will not allow the Drake Name to fall into ruin just because he was careless.
"Will I be going into the system?" Tim asked, feeling his claws pick against the skin of his palms. His parents hadn't even seen his first flight... and now they never will.
The man pressed his wings tighter against his body; he was uncomfortable, unsure, and way out of his depth. That was... suspicious... shouldn't social workers try to calm children rather than agitate them further? This one didn't seem trained, either.
"What will happen to me, Mister?" Tim asked, hitching his wings up and drawing in his shoulders to appear smaller. The falcon tilted his head down and forced his eyes to water before gazing up at the man through lashes that glimmered with tears. Tim was smaller than most other kids his age; he would use that to his advantage.
The man's feathers bristled, and he took a half-step back. Tim pushed out a pathetic-sounding chirp. He remembers his mother's lessons on the intricacies of body language, and Tim will not allow himself to forget.
Tim chirped again. From how he reacted, the man seemed familiar with the chicklet calls, so he could've been a father, teacher, or just someone around kids enough to be swayed by a random kid's chirps.
To really sell the "hapless, pathetic, hopeless chick act," Tim sniffed and allowed the beginnings of pitiful sobs to fall from his lips.
"You know what, fuck this!" the man shouted before turning tail and striding down the stairs. Once he was out of sight, Tim sobered and wiped the tears from his cheeks, uncertainty brewing in his chest.
The falcon relaxed his wings and draped them over his shoulder like a cape. He struggled to open the door, but Tim eventually struggled his way in. With a deep breath, Tim steeled himself, grabbed his mother's conditioner, and shuffled into his parents' bathroom.
As the days blinked past, Tim noticed his appetite waning. Mrs. Mac, the heron house-keeper, had stopped coming over after Tim had told her about his parents' death. She'd said something about not working if she wasn't paid, and then she'd hung up.
He was sitting at the base of his parent's Alaskan king bed, the one they've barely used, his hands gently running through his plumage before plucking out some feathers. Tim sees the blood rush from where the sensitive, newly-grown feather was yanked. The blood joined the other trails and pooled onto the floor. He released the feather in his hand and watched it gently drift to join the other gray-black fluff on the hardwood floor.
Tim reached for another clump of feathers, only to have the action interrupted by a hand that eclipsed his own. The hand gently pushed Tim's bloodied hands away from his wings, and he couldn't find the energy to resist. A soothing croon and low churring rumbled through Tim's chest and settled a roiling feeling he didn't know he had. The fledgling answered with a weak chirp, and Tim was swept into someone's arms. The low vibration continued to rumble through his chest, and Tim allowed his eyes to slip shut and his body to fall boneless.
("-long has been there? He's practically skin and bones!"
"They've been dead for at least a week now... He's seven."
"Can't we just hand him to the social services?"
"Damian..."
"Fine!")
When Tim wakes up, he is somewhere different. His wings felt stiff like they were covered or wrapped with something. He opened his eyes, and his theory was confirmed. White bandages made specifically for wings were applied to the patches of missing feathers, and a glance around the room confirmed that he was somewhere completely foreign.
With a twist of his lip, Tim forced his wings shut, ignoring the protesting pain of the bandages tugging against his feathers before shoving himself against the corner. The wall was cool against his skin, and Tim twisted onto his stomach and wedged himself farther into the corner.
A few minutes later, the door to the room creaked open, washing the box with warm light.
"Master Timothy, are you awake?" a British voice asked.
Tim didn't respond.
The door closed, and the light vanished.
Not even fifteen seconds later, the door opened again, and someone entered. Their footsteps were solid against the wooden floor. Tim didn't bother with looking up.
"Hey," Bruce Wayne said in a low yet gentle voice. The bed shifted under the man's weight, "I know you're awake."
No response.
"Damian used to do the same thing, you know," Bruce said, his tone light and careful, "he'd pretend that he was asleep so he wouldn't have to get up for school. He was close to his mother, and when he moved in with me, Damian had a rough time being away from her."
The silence was filled only by their soft breaths.
"When was the last time you've eaten?" Bruce Wayne asked.
Tim did not respond.
"...Is it alright if I touch you?"
The fledgling did not respond. Timothy was small, especially for a fledgling, and Bruce found it difficult not to sweep him under his wing.
The harpy eagle carefully kept his claws tucked against his palms before gently lifting Tim from the corner he'd wedged into. After a few seconds of deliberate maneuvering, Bruce has Tim slumped against his chest, the fledgling limp and his wings drooping. If it wasn't for his lethargic blinks and barely-there breaths, Bruce would've thought that he'd died.
When he entered the dining room, Damian was sitting at the dinner table with a furious expression as he addressed a blank-faced Alfred.
"Why hasn't Father arrived yet?" Damian demanded, his voice just shy of a growl.
"Master Bruce had something he needed to see to," Alfred responded, "he will join you shortly, Master Damian; patience is a virtue."
Damian seethed, but he'd learned better than to disobey the barn owl. Bruce grunted a greeting as he sat beside Alfred's spot and directly in front of Damian. But as he sat Tim on the chair to his left, Damian caught Bruce's eye with a furious expression.
"Why is he here? Damian hissed, eyes narrowed as Alfred returned with plates of food.
Bruce gave a weary exhale. The noise wasn't quite a sigh, but it was just about. "Damian..."
"I do not wish to be replaced by a catatonic- rat!" his son spat, pushing back the chair with the harsh sound of wood scraping against wood as he leaped to his feet. The fledgling flared open his wings and slammed his palms on the table, causing the dishes to rattle and shake dangerously.
"Son-"
"You obviously don't view me as your son," Damian sneered, eyeing Tim with a positively venomous expression.
Bruce held back a frustrated hiss. Damian's mule-headedness was undoubtedly Talia's fault. No way in hell was Bruce this stubborn when he was a teenager. "Damian, you are not being replaced."
"Then what in the world do you call this?" Damian jabbed a finger in Tim's direction.
Alfred, unbothered, made a crooning noise at Tim, and the fledgling began to mechanically start gently sipping at the soup the butler had made.
""This,"" Bruce returned, "is a fledgling who'd lost his parents and was almost kidnapped. Damian, you are being unreasonable-"
His son snapped his wings shut, his feathers bristling in an offended fashion, "Then why haven't you snatched up the other children who have lost their parents? Answer that, Father. There are other younger chicks on the streets of Gotham, yet I don't see them bounding around right now!"
"Timothy doesn't have a next-of-kin, and he was plucking," Bruce was fighting desperately not to raise his voice at Damian. From experience, it was only going to make him fight harder. Talia was the exact same...
"And that hardly narrows down the other children on the streets of Gotham! What makes him so different that you resorted to bringing an outsider into OUR HOME!" Damian borderline screamed before his voice dropped to a whispered hiss, "Mother would disapprove."
Bruce bit back the retort that clung to the tip of his tongue. He decidedly didn't say, "Then good thing she's not here"; "She's never not disapproving something or another"; "What's one more tick against my record"; "This manor is owned by Bruce Wayne, not Talia Al Ghul"; and the countless other responses that would be inappropriate for this situation.
But what he does say, in retrospect, probably should've stayed unsaid as well.
"Don't bring Talia into this."
The two harpy eagles stared off in a silent battle of wills that ended in a draw when Tim slowly blinked himself into reality. His breathing shifted slightly, and his gauze-covered wings tucked closer to his back.
"Of course, you'd say that," Damian's voice dropped to a low growl, "you never did care for Mother, did you?"
"Damian!" Bruce snapped, his hands clenching on the table.
"You never wanted me- don't you dare deny it! You are seeking to replace me!" Damian spat, his claws digging into the wood of the vintage table. Alfred made a disapproving trill, and the fledgling instantly released his grip.
"If you'd just listen to me," Bruce grounded out, but Damian steamrolled over him.
"There is nothing to listen to, Father. You've made your stance clear as-"
"You're acting like a child," Tim huffed, staring into Damian's eyes with no shortage of defiance. The fledgling's wings were eerily still and unexpressive. Although it was relieving to see Timothy out of his depressive state, Bruce only wished it had happened while Damian wasn’t in one of his, to put it lightly, moods.
"Excuse me?" Damian growled, his tone dangerously still. Unlike many other people, Damian had zero reservations about harming a younger person.
Tim's hands clenched slightly before relaxing, but his expression remained bored and lax. Where did their son know how to mask so well? It was... concerning.
"You complain about Bruce not caring for you, but he still took you in even though Talia left you at his doorstep. If he didn't want you or didn't care for you, he would've placed you somewhere else, or he could've also handed you back to Talia."
"You don't know what you're talking about," Damian hissed. Bruce stood up to try and defuse the situation.
"You don't either!" Tim hissed, but it lacked the threatening rattle that someone truly enraged would possess, "You're entitled, conceited, and you can't see beyond your over-inflated ego!"
Damian flared his wings and pounced across the table. Bruce cursed under his breath as he lunged forward, crashing into his son in a whirlwind of wings and thrashing feathers. Damian bit into Bruce's forearm, and he frowned as his son's needle-like fangs ripped into his skin and his atavistic claw slashed inches away from Bruce's neck.
Alfred had grabbed Tim and swept the fledgling away to someplace more secure, and Bruce wrestled Damian off the table and onto the floor.
"DAMIAN!" Bruce shouted, frustration dripping off every word, "We do not. Hurt. Chicks."
"THEN WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME?!" Damian screamed, and Bruce instinctively lightened his grasp on Damian's limbs.
His son took that chance and twisted in Bruce's grasp, thrashing his wings to loosen Bruce's grip before lunging for his throat. Bruce ducked before pinning Damian against the ground, a firm grip on the back of the fledgling's neck and his wings forced against the ground.
Bruce narrowed his eyes, waiting for Damian to stop thrashing before speaking, "Tonight, Batman will be going out alone."
Damian froze.
"You can't do that!" he protested. Anger blazed brightly in his eyes as his thrashing continued. "You- You can't bench me! You need me- Father! Father, please! Batman needs- he needs Shadow! You need-"
"You need to go to your room," Bruce interrupted. "Batman did fine in his years before Shadow arrived, so I don't see why Batman can't go back out on his own."
Damian opened his mouth, probably to argue some more, but Bruce cut him off with a growl, "I will allow you back out when you learn how to behave yourself. I am disappointed, Damian. You should know better."
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