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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 15 hours

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I've let this wolf into my home (I feed it even when it bites)

Blood nose and a crooked tongue (I always wanted to be someone) - series masterlist here

pairing: tim drake x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.5k

genre: fluff ??

warnings: you don't know red robin and timmy are the same person but he sure knows you, he's also so so awkward but he can't help it

a/n: alright alright alright here we go <3

The jingle of the coffee shop door opening startles you, your head snapping up from where you're sitting, slouched over in the corner. It's a 24-hour shop, yes, but who else would really be here at 3am? The barista behind the counter looks just as surprised, blinking rapidly and looking at the person who came in.

You, on the other hand, opt not to, sighing and looking back down at your table, instead. The coffee in your to-go cup is still hot, burning your fingers as you shift them over the label. It's bright, a cartoonish sort of thing that grins up at you like an old friend you should be happier to see. You've been getting this coffee for years. You're never quite as happy as you should be.

The chair opposite you makes a horrible sort of sound as it's pulled out and you look up to see who's sitting across from you. You purse your lips in annoyance while he just looks at you.

"All the other tables have just been cleaned. They're wet," he points out. You let your eyes flit around the cafe, the tabletops shining wetly in the dull glow of the lights, the disinfectant bottle still sitting abandoned on one of them.

"Lucky me," you bite back, taking a sip of your coffee. It's sweet - too sweet, but not enough to cover the bitterness of the burnt grounds. You always think that if you pile enough sugar into it, it'll mask what's wrong. You're never right.

The man sitting opposite you takes a sip of his own - he left it black, you notice. He grimaces slightly at the taste, but keeps drinking anyway. There's no effort there to pretend it's anything other than what it is - burnt, cheap coffee sold to him in a cafe full of ghosts, in a city that should be sleeping but never really does. It's interesting, you think, as you look out the window and into the dark street. You'd almost managed to convince yourself that you were really alone - that there was no one else in this world except you, until he walked in and broke the reverie of your 3am silence.

For what it's worth, Tim regretted it as soon as he'd walked in. He hadn't meant to stay, really - ending up in a part of Gotham he didn't often find himself in, in his civvies and in desperate need of a hot cup of coffee and a long sleep, he'd stumbled across the flickering, neon sign of a 24-hour coffee shop.

What good luck, he'd thought. Now, sitting across from you, there's a desperate little part of him that thinks maybe it wasn't just that - maybe it was intuition that drew him here. You don't know who he is, of course, all your previous meetings happening in the shadows of your home with his face hidden from you. Tim shifts in his seat, suddenly aware of how naked he feels, exposed to your wandering eyes.

And you do let your eyes wander, narrowing them suspiciously as you take him in. Tim feels a pang of guilt that surprises him when he thinks that this is probably how you've always felt with him - like a lamb with a wolf at your door. As you lean back in your chair, swirling your coffee and letting your gaze trail away from him and towards the window, he feels his shoulders drop in relief. He's not the only wolf in your living room late at night, he realizes. You've got teeth of your own that he'd just never noticed.

You're good at this, Tim thinks with a start - you've got a foot propped up on the window sill next to you, your head resting in your hand as you watch the street outside idly. Or, at least, it's supposed to look like that. He thinks that if he were anyone normal, he would believe it. But Tim has spent enough time as prey to know when someone's pretending to let their guard down.

He looks away from you almost forcefully, staring down at his cup and running his tongue over his teeth as he thinks of the burnt taste of it. He wonders if you were smart enough to put sugar in yours - wise enough to bury the bitterness with something nicer. It's something he always thinks he should do. He can never quite make himself.

"I'm sure those other tables are dry now." Your voice makes him flinch, a hard, forceful thing that cuts through the silence of the night that's blanketed the two of you. Tim looks around at the dull, streaky tabletops and shrugs.

"I'm already comfortable here," he offers. You cock your head to the side and look at him, but make no move to fight him on it. He thinks it's probably stupid of him, inviting a lion into his home like this. He wonders if you feel the same way every time he slides in through your balcony door.

There's a silence that, once more, overtakes the two of you as he shifts in his seat. Tim wonders if he should drink faster, if he should pretend to be finished so that he can leave. It's funny, he thinks, how he finally felt like he'd stopped running away when he started running into you. It's funny that, now, he's itching for it, his hands gripping his cup in an attempt to still his heart - his need to escape.

You look back at him just in time to see him squeeze a little too hard, the cheap plastic lid popping off and hot coffee sloshing a bit over his hands. A mild, bemused sort of look crosses your face as you watch him curse and splutter as the coffee burns his hands and spills onto the table. Then, without a word, you stand up and begin to walk away.

Tim, in the meantime, is rubbing his hands against his jeans, his eyes squeezed shut in mortification as he wonders how he ruined it all so quickly. Not for the first time, he wishes he was in the mask - thinks maybe the only way to hold onto you is to make sure that's all you ever see. But then your cup scrapes across the table and he opens his eyes to see you sitting opposite him again, sipping idly and watching. There's a stack of napkins that he swore wasn't there before and - oh.

"Thanks," is all he can make himself say as he grabs them, cleaning up the mess he's made. As he goes to pop the lid back onto his cup, he looks at the dark liquid inside and grimaces, deciding that maybe it's not worth it.

"It's shit coffee," you say, and he slams his hand against the table, crushing the plastic lid in the process. Truly, he's not sure if he's ever acted this nervous before. You pay it no mind. He thinks maybe he could take off his mask, just this once, and reaches up to his face in time to remember that he's already exposed to you. "You're better off finding something else… or just going somewhere else." Tim smiles, then, a charming sort of thing that has you narrowing your eyes.

"I dunno,' he says. "There's something I like about right here." You glance down at your own cup, at the label that you've picked and peeled off until it's unrecognizable, the colours torn and cracked.

"There's nothing good about right here. And things like that don't change." Tim looks at you for a long moment after you speak, letting the words tumble around his head before he stands, taking his cup and squished lid and pile of wet napkins with him.

"Well, I've never been big on change, anyway," is all he says as he walks away, dumping everything in the bin and letting the bell on the door jingle as he walks out. Looking back down to the table, you notice the card he's left behind - the Wayne Ent. logo flashing behind his name. Flipping it over, his number's been written in a hasty scrawl.

As you thumb a corner of the card, you wonder when he'd slipped it onto the table - when he'd written on it. Mostly, you wonder what kind of person he'd have to be to do it without you noticing. You trace the numbers with your finger and think that something, far in the back of your mind, is telling you that there's a familiarity about it all.

But what's familiar about seeing someone in a place where you never should? What's normal about that man, appearing like a ghost in the night and disappearing just as fast? As you pull out your phone to add his number to your contacts, there's a part of you that thinks maybe you should run away - that maybe you're not the only thing stalking the streets of Gotham this late.

#smsn.writes #tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #tim drake x y/n #tim drake fluff #tim drake imagine #tim drake fanfiction #tim drake fic #red robin #red robin x reader #red robin x you #red robin x y/n #red robin imagine #red robin fluff #red robin tim drake #tim drake wayne

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chocor0se · 13 days

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when tim is working as the ceo of WE in public half of the time he’s the perfect figure, looking fancy and being respectful while also being intimidating when he needs to be. the other half he’s so tired he just starts cussing at annoying people and flipping them off.

#one half is from being raised in high society #the other side is from roaming around gotham’s streets as a child with no supervision #tim drake #batfam #robin #red robin #red robin tim drake #timothy drake wayne #tim drake wayne #chaotic tim drake #ceo tim drake #wayne enterprises #batfamily

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rube-too-many-fandoms · 7 months

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Tim ‘the-world’s-greatest-detective’ Drake, 30 seconds after arriving on scene:

“The murder weapon was a golf club, the victim’s brother did it, and it has no connections to any of the Gotham rogues. Anyone have a pen?”

Tim ‘hasn’t-slept-in-80-hours’ Drake, trying to figure out why his frog shaped coffee mug Looks Like A Frog:

“what the ffukc are you” *blinks one eye at a time*

#tim drake #tim drake red robin #red robin tim drake #red robin #batfam #tim drake incorrect quotes #incorrect tim drake quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect batfam quotes #batfamily incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily #batfam incorrect quotes #incorrect batfam #batfamily #batfam headcanons #ruby’s dc posts

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the-autistic-spider · 1 month

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apparantly Tim Drake has burn scars

apparently in some comic he gained burn scars and over time the writers forgot

if this is real please show me

cause that sounds intresting

#tim drake #red robin #red robin dc #red robin tim drake #tim drake robin #robin #dc #dc comics #timothy jackson drake #timothy drake

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jayson10traplo · 4 months

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Tim angst 😞 sorry

#dc comics #bat fam #batfamily #tim drake wayne #batfam #red robin #batbros #yj98 #young justice #red robin tim drake #robin tim drake #tim drake #angst #tim drake angst

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msfcatlover · 7 months

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Tim, how has this happened to you twice?

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catb1tez · 8 days

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🪺 The Robins and Their Birdhouse 🪺

Honestly, I’m really proud of this. Even though I feel like the drawing itself could’ve ended up better, I just love the concept for it.

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n1ightw1ng · 3 months

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Jason accidentally shoots Tim out of the sky. When he attempts to retrieve him, he finds he has mysteriously disappeared.

[no warnings | T | gen | 432 words]

He was sick of this ninja bullshit. Sure, he could be swift and agile and all that, but he wasn’t built for it, and it was a real pain in his ass when he was facing down a bunch of slippery little assassin-types who wouldn’t stay still long enough to take a punch. He shot one in the foot, which slowed him long enough to distract Jason and leave him open for a throwing star to the thigh. That stung.

What he’d really like was for the fuckers to actually get tired, or reveal why they were here, or something other than being a pain in his ass. There were three of them, probably, but it was hard to tell with the identical uniforms and all the jumping and running. One was injured. He…wasn’t doing so well solo-ing this, but they hadn’t killed him yet, either.

Down the street, a shadow flicked across the alley, faint over the street lights. He lined up the shot and took it. Bang.

In a flash of yellow and green, his target whirled to the ground.

Yellow. And. Green. Oh, fuck. He sprinted over the rooftops, grappling when he couldn’t clear the gaps on his own. And when he finally reached the scene–nothing. All that remained was a smear of blood on the concrete. “Robin?” He called out, hoping, desperately, that the kid was quick enough to pull himself into the shadows, but there’d be a trail. The alley and its dark corners yawned on in silence. Gone without a trace, and with him, the assassins.

That…couldn’t be good. For the first time in weeks, he clicked on the communications channel in his helmet, and the whole thing sprung to life with the crackle of voices. Oracle read out an address, Steph responded that she and Orphan would be there. Bruce–ugh, Bruce–warned them that Poison Ivy was wreaking havoc at the Gotham Butterfly Garden.

He took in a deep breath. “This—this is Red Hood.” Sharp silence. “I think I just shot Red Robin.”

“Do you have eyes on him?” Oracle asked. She didn’t miss a beat.

“No. I came to recover the—the—him,” not the body, not the body, “and he’s gone. Like, gone-gone. Not here.”

“Did you shoot him on purpose,” Damian snarled in his ears.

“Fuck–no, I’ve been fighting these Goddamn ninja fuckers all night and I thought he was one of them. Now he’s gone, and they’re gone too, and I have a bad fuckin’ feeling about that.”

Another silence. “League of Assassins,” Damian said, finally, “they wouldn’t take him if he wasn’t alive.”

#this was like a version of an AU i'm writing a totally different way #but i feel bad keeping this locked up in my junk doc #if anyone wanted to use it as a prompt w credit that'd be cool too...#jason todd #batfam #damian wayne #tim drake #batfam prompt #dc fic #batfam fic #red robin tim drake #Saltwaterwrites

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bonniesfamiliar · 2 months

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Tim Drake doesn't belong to just one category. He goes from a punk skateboarder who gives 0 shits about gender to a well-behaved society child to a high-school dropout to CEO of Wayne Enterprises to a caffeine addict who hasn't slept in 4 days to a better detective than Batman himself to a eldritch creature that seems possessed to a cute stalker child who knows everything about you to-

#tim drake #red robin tim drake #red robin #red robin comics #timothy drake #timothy jackson drake #tim wayne #dc robin #tim drake robin #tim drake deserves better #tim drake my beloved

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jaytriesstuff · 5 months

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Tim/Kon Sick Fic snippet that I started when I was sick and haven’t finished.

like 750 words ish

“I’m not sick,” Tim argues, punctuating his argument with an aggressive sneeze followed by harsh hacking.

“Are you holding a loogie in your mouth right now?” Kon crosses his arms and tilts his head in an attempt to mirror the infamous, and seriously effective, Dick Grayson Mom Stance (trademark pending).

In a disgusting display of defiance, Tim swallows. “No.”

There’s a glob neon yellow snot dripping from Tim’s left nostril that he drags his crusty sweatshirt sleeve across before snorting up another drip of snot coming from the right side this time.

“You are…” Kon sighs, exasperated, “so gross.”

The furrowed brows and grumpy pout paired with Tim’s pink nose and puffy eyes could almost be considered cute if Kon hadn’t just witnessed him swallow a loogie.

“How the hell did I fall in love with you?”

Kon knows exactly how it happened. He could write a library’s worth of books about all the things he loves about Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. That doesn’t change the fact that Tim absolutely refuses to admit that he’s sick and is being very gross about proving his health.

“Because I’m so totally handsome and I can do cool skateboard tricks.” His voice is scratchy and nasally and Kon can tell he’s trying very hard not to sniffle or cough. “And I’m super rich.” Tim bats his thick black eyelashes and flashes a big bright toothy smile in Kon’s direction. It’s usually quite charming but the new bead of snot dripping towards Tim’s upper lip causes his charisma to take a hit. “Gimme a smooch.”

Tim sniffles harshly, sucking the snot glob back into his nose. He leans in, lips puckered up and chapped from extended forced mouth breathing, eyes squeezed shut. Kon makes use of his tactile telekinesis to stop him from falling when he continues to lean forward.

“You’re cute,” Kon admits, pushing Tim back with TTK to balance on his own feet, “You’re also sick.”

“‘m not,” Tim pouts again, opening his eyes and glaring at Kon.

Yes he is. Tim is very sick. His nose is running a marathon and Kon could hear the congestion from a mile away without using his super hearing. He’s running a 102 degree fahrenheit fever and shivering like a speedster on a sugar high. His eyes are red and puffy and his eye bags have eye bags. He’s sneezing and coughing and if the way he frequently grimaces and groans is any indication he’s nauseous too.

It’s wild to Kon, how easily Tim tends to ignore his own health and well-being. He’s going to work himself to an early grave and take Kon with him. It’s frankly astonishing how long Tim’s made it and Kon is half convinced that Death is simply scared of Tim. It wouldn’t be surprising. Tim is absolutely horrifying when he wants to be. And also sometimes when he doesn’t mean to be.

“Just lay down in bed, Robbie. You’ll get better sooner if you rest.”

“Don’t need rest, ‘m not sick.” Tim makes a noise like he might throw up if either of them make a wrong move. He clears his throat when the feeling seemingly passes. “Gotta finish this report for WE and then file some evi- evid- evid ACHOO!” Tim sneezes and a snot rocket launches toward Kon in a majestic arch of green and yellow nasal mucus. Kon, luckily, manages to move out of the way and not be hit by the bio weapon.

“Did you just say “achoo” as you sneezed?”

“I didn’t sneeze,” Tim says, like a lying liar who lies.

Kon looks from Tim to the small puddle of snot on the floor. “What’s that then?”

Tim scoffs a couple of times, searching for a reasonable answer. His brain isn’t working at full capacity, which is reasonable considering he’s very sick, despite his resolute denial. “Science project.”

Tim lives and breathes gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, Kon will give him that, but Kon has mastered manipulate, mansplain, malewife. Especially that malewife bit. If Tim ever wanted to put a ring on it Kon would make a wonderful trophy wife.

“Yeah? What’s the hypothesis?” That’s right, Kon knows science words, Kon was a science project. They implanted all kinds of information in his head. He may be a certified Ken but he’s not stupid. Tim, of course, is a Barbie, but that was never really a question.

“It’s about projectile paths and stuff.”

Kon cannot believe how endearing Tim is when he’s being this gross.

#tim drake #kon el kent #kon el superboy #kon el #dc comics #red robin tim drake #tim drake wayne #tim drake is desgusting and in denial #batman #young just us #young justice #timkon #tim drake/kon el kent #conner kent #jaytrieswriting

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batcavescolony · 2 years

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Baby Robin!Tim: what's the future like?

RedRobin!Tim: on the up side I don't lie to Mom and Dad about what I am doing anymore.

Robin!Tim: oh their cool with Robin or did we stop being Robin?

RR!Tim: ...something like that.

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rube-too-many-fandoms · 1 year

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[meanwhile, at the hospital]

Jason: got your text. why are we here?

Dick: it’s a long story

Damian: apparently drake who’d been awake for 70+ hours got thirsty in the middle of the night but he didn’t want to leave his room so he decided to drink his lava lamp.

Jason: …that sounds about right

I post at random on a whim but if you wanna be tagged then tell me! :)

@sailor-goddess

#oh tim you odd little fruit bowl #ruby’s dc posts #Jason Todd #Dick Grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #red hood #nightwing #Red Robin Tim Drake #dc robin #red hood jason todd #Dick Grayson Nightwing #tim Drake Red Robin #robin damian wayne #batfam #batfamily

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cringefaillosersummit · 1 year

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Redemption Round 3 - Group 5

About Sanji the creator said he would be french irl so honestly thats already cringefail loser enough

About Tim So first he decides to go by the superhero name Red Robin, like thats a restaurant hunny. Then he decides to use “Drake” as his superhero name, that’s literally his last name, and said a Drake is one of the most dangerous birds… Tim thinks ducks are dangerous birds…… And everyone calls him the “smart” robin lol

#redemption round #cfls redemption 3 #tournament poll #one piece #sanji one piece #sanji #black leg sanji #dc #dc comics #tim drake #timothy drake #red robin tim drake

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taxi-cab-to-slowtown · 1 year

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In honour of Mermay I decided to try my hand at merfolk again (it’s been years) a little rushed and out of practice but better then I feared: Merman Red Robin.

#mermay #tim drake #batman #red robin #red robin tim drake #merman #merman tim drake #Mer batfam #mer au #dcu fanart #fanart #my art

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jayson10traplo · 5 months

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Poor Tim.

Art is from Clambuyance

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msfcatlover · 1 year

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Funny Time Travel thought:

Jason Todd, currently crashing at Drake Manor in order to keep an eye on his idiot younger brother who apparently goes around adopting random street kids (God, they really are all just like Bruce, aren’t they?) searching Jack Drake’s bedside table for the gun Jason’s sure Tim mentioned at some point in the future, because Jason’s not going to risk losing anyone he cares about just because Jason didn’t have all possible tools/options to hand:

Tim Drake, walking out of his mother’s closet after finding her Owl mask, confirming what Tim had always hoped was just Bruce’s paranoia rubbing off on Tim, trying not to think about how Janet Drake was part of the group that schemed to strip Dick’s humanity away from Dick, or to think about Dick begging for death even with a blade to Tim’s throat, or the look on Jason’s face after he pulled the trigger:

#iwctw (time travel)#jason todd #tim drake #prerobin tim drake #prerobin jason todd #(kinda—not really)#batfamily #bat family #bat fam #batfam #red hood #robin #red robin #red hood jason todd #red robin tim drake #red hood!jason #red hood jason #red hood!jason todd #red robin!tim #red robin tim #Red Robin!tim drake #batman #my writing #mine #//#For the record #this is /not/ when they find out they’re both from the future.#Tim excuses his pallor by saying he ‘’found something I never wanted to see’’ and just lets Jason assume Tim found Janet’s sex toys.#Jason straight-up admits he’s looking for a gun because he’s worried there’ll be a break in or something and Jason wants to be ready.#Tim asks if Jason knows how to use a gun. Jason snorts and says ‘’I grew up in the Alley Tim. My dad taught me how to use a gun.’’

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