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chibinightowl · 3 months

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Today has been a day. Just a lot of hospital stress this week between my mom and my husband's surgeries and this is how it's coming out (they're both fine and are recovering well).

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Dick finds Tim in a waiting room at Gotham General, slumped in a faded blue plastic chair that's seen better days. At some point during the day, his brother had been immaculately dressed for the office. But now, his blue pin-striped suit is wrinkled, his collar is unbuttoned, and his shirtsleeves have been rolled up. There was a tie somewhere as Dick knows Tim never leaves home without one on an office day, but it's anyone's guess as to where it currently is.

"Hey. I got here as fast as I could," he says, taking the open seat beside Tim. He did too, calling Wally as soon as he got the news from Barbara. "How's Jason?"

Tim opens his eyes, giving him a look that is more dead than alive. "Still critical."

Pain lances through Dick at the two words. He'd lost Jason once before and the guilt from being off world when his Little Wing needed him the most still ate at him in the darkest parts of his psyche. And now, here he is sitting with another brother he never thought he'd have, one who's been through so much trauma and loss of his own--and who is on the verge of possibly losing another loved one.

A car-pedestrian accident. The gall of something so normal and mundane having the potential to take out the Red Hood--or any of them for that matter--is enough to make Dick want to punch the taupe wall of this dreary waiting room.

To be honest, he's rather surprised none of the others are here yet. Well, expect Bruce. He's off world with the JL and...

Oh.

"Do you think Bruce knows yet?"

Tim's shrug is so minute Dick might have missed it if he wasn't watching closely. "Can't say I care right now. He and Jay got into another of their big fights before he left. Said if Jay can't clean up his act, then don't bother coming back."

Dick winces and easily reads between the lines of what Tim isn't saying given their semi-public place. Even in Bludhaven, he'd heard about the execution-style murder of a known pedophile--and that it was the Red Hood who'd done it.

"He didn't do it, Dick," Tim whispers, catching his gaze as tears build in his eyes. "I was there. I know he didn't. But Bruce didn't listen to either of us, said I was covering for him because he's in my pants." Those last words are practically spat out. "I think this is the first time I've ever felt like I hate him. He just doesn't listen!"

That's a feeling Dick knows all too well. He also knows now why the others aren't here--that Barbara called him first because Tim doesn't need just comfort.

He needs his big brother.

Dick slides from the chair to kneel on the floor in front of Tim. "Now that is something I know a lot about." He takes Tim's hands and squeezes them firmly. "I'm not going to tell you it'll get better. I'm also not going to say you need to be the bigger person and forgive him. What I am going to tell you is that I believe you and that I believe in Jason."

Tim's breath hitches and he falls into Dick's open arms sobbing. Thank yous fall from his lips and into Dick's jacket. Tears fill his own eyes as he remembers another time where he didn't believe this little bird, his first Robin.

Time hasn't necessarily dulled the guilt, but it has given him perspective. He'd done what he thought best at the time and owned up to it when he'd been proven wrong--a trait not shared by their mentor and father-figure.

"We'll get through this together," Dick soothes, running a hand up and down Tim's back. "You, me, and everyone else. We're all here for you and we're all pulling for Jason."

As he speaks, he glances up and spots Alfred hurrying down the hall with Damian and Duke in tow. Both boys are still dressed in their school uniforms, so Alfred must have pulled them out early. Behind them are Cass and Steph, hands held tightly.

"We're all here," he repeats, nudging Tim's chin to make him look up. "And we're not going anywhere."

#chibinightowl writes #dick grayson #tim drake #background JayTim #there's a lot to unpack here #but it's mostly just brotherly bonding #and me needing to word vomit in some capacity #stress is a bitch #yes I'm fine #just need sleep

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redstarfish-art · 8 months

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Redraw of my Dating Tim game idea!

A dating sim in which you play as Tim Drake, millionaire philanthropist, trying to find a date for his latest charity ball.

The main appeal of this non-existent game is that your wingman Jason is there with you every step of the way.

So it's really more of a 'Jason & Tim go around being judgemental about potential suitors' game than an actual dating sim. XDDD

Not sure how Jason is just there though. Should I make him a ghost? Maybe he's possessing Tim (and Tim is somehow chill with it). That way I can turn this game into a paranormal detective game halfway through for absolutely no reason. Hmm...

#yes Dick is still Nightwing in this story lol #I'd put Jason as one of the potential love interest if I didn't love JayTim bromance so much more than JayTim romance lol #I speak as if this is even an actual game #am very tempted to make it an actual game #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Dick Grayson #Nightwing #TimDick #DickTim #Jason & Tim #Batman AU #my art #background is from a free 3D model

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the-alice-of-hearts · 1 year

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Okay JayTim concept that I really haven’t figured out where I’m going with yet.

Okay so: the only thing I have so far is this:

Tim: okay hear me out-

Kon: nope *peaces out*

Tim: well that was rude. You didn’t even know what I was going to say yet.

—

Tim: I know that this probably sounds like a bad idea, but let me explain-

Bart: the last time you started something like that I ended up literally glued to the ceiling. Unless the next words out of your mouth are the answer to my original question I’m leaving

Tim: what was the question?

Bart: nope, see ya! *runs*

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Tim: Steph, just let me-

Steph: nope, I don’t like the tone of your voice, you’re up to something and I’m already on B’s radar this month. Good luck, ask someone else! *grapples away*

—

Tim, taking a deep breath and knocking on the door: Jason, I know you’re in there

Jason: what’s up Timbit?

Tim: okay, so, I have this idea *braces himself for being ignored again*

Jason:

Tim:

Jason: am I supposed to guess?

Tim: what? No! I mean! Usually this is the point where people tell me to leave…

Jason: *raises an eyebrow* is it a bad idea?

Tim: no, it’s. Okay well it isn’t a good idea. But it’s not bad, or at least I don’t think it is, it’s just, okay let me start at the beginning. You see, it’s just like the time, no wait you weren’t here for that, okay how about, no that only makes sense in my head, okay it’s just that, wait, no that wont-

Jason: slow your role Baby Bird. Start at the beginning, I’ll ask questions for the things I don’t understand

Tim nods, and then explains his idea. But since I have NO idea what the context is, I don’t have anything past that. But that’s my vague idea. Someone please take this and run with it 🥺

#JayTim #my writing #vague idea #the important part is Tim trying to explain #but he hasn’t like worked with Jason enough for him to have all the background #and Tim’s thoughts barely make sense to people who /have/ worked with him in the past

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krizariel · 1 year

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Please appreciate his ducky tie.

The idea of Tim getting himself in trouble to help a friend - a friend for whom he has a big crush - to the point of getting court mandated therapy and there falling in love with his therapist has been living rent free in my head for a while. I liked that HIMYM episode haha.

#jaytim #timjay #jason todd #tim drake #based on a scene from how I met your mother #been watching too much HIMYM as background noise lol

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aceofshitposts · 2 years

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Prompt! Both Jason and Tim, separately, have bemoaned their lack of a dating life to Stephanie. Steph casually offers to set each of them up on a blind date with "someone I know you'll have chemistry with".

Then sits back to reap the rewards. The rewards are "good job" orgasms courtesy of Cassandra of course.

this is kinda short but my brain is on fire (aforementioned work things) but uh jaytim blind date let's go

This has to be a joke.

A joke or a mistake.

... No, it has to be a joke, something cruel and unusual because there's no fucking way Stephanie goddamn Brown has set Jason up on a blind date with one Timothy Jackson Drake.

Tim, at least, has the decency to look as startled as Jason feels.

The hostess, who is smiling a little too wide in the way people do when they're not sure what's going on but that they're not paid enough to find out, says, "your server will be with you shortly," and scurries off like she's been burned.

Tim pulls his seat out and slowly lowers himself into it, not taking his eyes from Jason's the entire time. They sit in stiff silence, during which a waiter appears, takes one look at them and then leaves again after placing two glasses of water on the table.

Jason goes to ask, "did Brown put you up to this?" right at the same time Tim says, "I think there's been a mistake."

Tim snaps his mouth shut, back ramrod straight where he sits in the seat. Jason swallows, mouth suddenly dry, and gestures for Tim to continue.

"Steph set you up on a blind date?" Tim eventually, cautiously asks.

Jason nods stiffly.

"Oh my god," Tim breathes, slumping down like a puppet with their strings cut. He drags one hand down his face, a slightly manic giggle escaping him. "This would be the kind of thing she'd do."

"If this is some kind of prank between you two-"

"No! I- No, I wouldn't do that to you," Tim rushes to reassure him. "If anything, Steph's playing a prank on me. I was just complaining to her about my lack of dating life with" -Tim pauses to gesture broadly- "you know."

It's Jason's turn to laugh because, "Christ, I did the same thing."

"She probably thinks she's so funny," Tim says with a roll of his eyes.

"You know what'd be even funnier?"

Tim raises one eyebrow.

"If we acted like it worked."

A smile spreads slowly across Tim's face, Jason can practically see that smart brain of his whirring behind bright blue eyes.

#cue fake dating except stephanie absolutely knows because she was spying on them #shenanigans ensue #jaytim #astrix writes #i am currently watching a documentary where they're dissecting an elephant so that was... interesting background noise to write to lmao

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themandylion · 1 year

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Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Romantic Comedy, Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, (Kinda but not really), Not Beta Read, Notfic, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, Jason Todd never died, Holidays, Uncomfortable Encounters of the Familial Kind

Summary: Jason Todd decides to make a project out of the young CEO of Drake Industries after the schmuck's girlfriend dumps him for a Christmas-tree farmer.

A not!fic riff on Hallmark Christmas movies by someone who has only ever seen one Hallmark movie and it was not a Christmas one (or even a romance)

#JayTim #romcom AU #themandylion writes #my fic #not!fic #the background relationship is BruceClarkLois though it's never really explained outside a single parenthetical #which is mostly there to explain that Bruce was a Christmas movie heroine at one point

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ladytauria · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/2716582

Fandom: Batman

Pairing: Gen, side DamiJon & StephCass. Eventual JayTim.

Reverse Robins. Tim Drake was the second Robin—until he died at the hands of the Joker. Now, brought back to life by unknown forces and trained by Ra’s al Ghul, he’s back in Gotham—ready to start cleaning things up a new way.

Damian Wayne was the first Robin—and he failed the second. He makes a vow not to fail the third. But when fate sees fit to drop Tim back into Gotham, he’s not going to waste his second chance.

Jason Todd is the third Robin. Before he died, Tim changed his life—and Jason has repaid him by continuing his legacy. When Tim returns, he finds himself drawn to him once more—and his old crush returns, just as bright.

Dick Grayson lost everything in one awful moment. Bruce Wayne steps in, welcoming Dick into his life, and his family. It can’t replace what he lost, but… having three older brothers and two older sisters is pretty great.

I don’t think I’ve given the series itself a proper post on tumblr (I think I posted one or two of the series individually?), so~ *waves hands* here it is!

This is mostly fluff & hurt/comfort; a softer version of an alternate canon bc that’s what I wanted when I started writing xD

#also i wanted to play around with like #what if gotham started off way worse #with a full rogues gallery #which has been slowly chipped away #gotham getting to improve & it’s effects on the batfam #that’s mostly background tho #anyway.#this is a mostly self-indulgent AU #tauriawrites #tauriawritesfanfic #jaytim #dcu #batfam

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suzukiblu · 7 months

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i am literally for real obsessed with your timberkon pink kryptonite fic so i definitely would love to see another sneak peek, but i'm also loving all the superfam stuff you're putting out!!! something that i wish you would write because i love your works (and have since the darcy lewis stucky days) and i think you would do amazing things with the pairing is jaytim, but i know thats not everyones cup of tea

(i realize now that you were probably aiming for an ask rather than a reply so here it is in your inbox too hskdhsh)

Thank you! ❤️ And oh, asks and replies were both fine for this, no worries. I try to just specify in-post whenever I have a preference but it's not gonna bother me either way.

I DO like JayTim to read, but I've never really felt a particular bug to write it myself? At least not yet, anyway, that may one day change. Though I miiiiight still put Kon in the middle because I am who I am and all, haha.

I'm planning to update the pink K fic on AO3 tomorrow, though I'm pretty sure I've already posted enough of chapter two in excerpts on Tumblr to have posted basically all of it by now and I'm trying to avoid doing that with chapter three, sooooo instead please accept the beginning of this very niche Superfam omegaverse pack dynamics AU instead. I've been looking for an excuse to post this whole big long thing anyway, lol.

Read-more for length, 'cuz there's kind of a lot here, haha.

The representative from the wet nurse agency shows up fifteen minutes early with an unusual-seeming omega who can't be a day over nineteen, being generous. Bruce makes a note to look into the agency's hiring practices a little more closely. The current situation is something of an emergency, unfortunately, and he's only had time to run the intermediate-level background checks so far.

Maybe this isn't the prospective wet nurse, he halfheartedly hopes, and they're just another representative; one who's in training or just here as backup. The kid smells like milk, though, and also why the hell would the agency send out an omega representative? Omegas are typically secretaries and clerks and almost all do in-office jobs, where they're "protected" from the outside world.

The practice is stupid and demeaning and borderline abhorrent, but it's a step up from the days when an omega couldn't get any job that wasn't as a nanny or a sex worker or some fucked-up combination of the two. Clark being an actual reporter is something that was practically unheard of two lousy generations back, and even now Clark is still an unusual exception in his field. Typically, an omega writing for a newspaper would be doing gossip or advice or something domestic, not investigative journalism.

So no, there's no way that this particular omega is anything but a wet nurse candidate, unusual-seeming and concerningly young or not. And Bruce had insisted on the candidate coming to meet them in person, even when the agency had very unsubtly implied that it would be better to just have the milk delivered.

Bruce is absolutely looking into this agency's hiring practices. An omega this age should barely be presented. One who's already allegedly producing enough milk to be a viable wet nurse for what they're requesting . . .

It's concerning, yes.

"Master Bruce, the representative from the Waterton Agency and her associate," Alfred introduces politely, gesturing between Bruce and their guests. He doesn't look or smell disapproving, even in the mildest notes, but Bruce knows he is.

Of course he is, with an omega who might be being either abused or taken advantage of or outright trafficked in the manor.

Bruce should've run a better background check.

"Hello, Alpha Wayne. My name is Ellen Travers," the agency representative greets tightly as Bruce steps into the parlor. She's a harried-looking blonde beta with graying hair who looks very unhappy to be here and is doing a very bad job of hiding the nervous dissatisfaction in her scent.

She doesn't introduce the omega.

Bruce puts on his stupid "Brucie" grin and strides right up to Travers, sticking a hand out to shake. She puts on a weak attempt at a polite smile in return and takes it.

"Hello there, Beta Travers, thanks so much for coming out here on such short notice!" Bruce greets her with a lie of cheerfulness, but Travers continues to smell nervous and upset and her smile is no less forced. And the omega . . .

The kid smells downright sullen, which is not a typical scent to catch off an unfamiliar presented omega and doesn't do anything to make him seem any older.

And yes, he's definitely unusual. He's much taller than Travers–about Bruce's own height, in fact–and has a very broad build and a surprising amount of muscle on him on top of that. Bruce knows full-grown alphas who'd kill to be built like this kid. He's also much more "handsome" than "beautiful", and frankly couldn't look less like the kind of sweet and pretty little things the agency had advertised on their website if he tried, much less the soft and maternal type Bruce had been expecting to actually have show up, given the specific requests he'd made.

Well, it does make sense. Bruce obviously wasn't going to provide the agency with either a Kryptonian genetic profile or a Kryptonian pup's exact dietary needs in search of a suitable wet nurse, but the nutrient requests that they'd made would likely necessitate an omega of a similar build to Clark's to supply–hell, the kid even resembles him a bit, funnily enough. They've already had four agencies tell them that they simply didn't have an appropriate candidate on staff, and the milk samples they'd been able to provide hadn't proven very helpful.

Bruce has no idea how the Kents ever fed Clark, but Martha had at least had the advantage of having a pack bond with him. A packmate's milk always does miles better by a pup than a stranger's or any kind of formula ever could.

Though she'd had some very odd cravings while nursing him, she'd told them. And Clark had still grown up underfed, even with formula and yellow sunlight to supplement–the Fortress had observed marked evidence of childhood malnutrition in him, he'd said.

Occasionally Bruce wonders what a properly-nursed Kryptonian raised under a yellow sun from infancy would've actually turned out like.

The thought is . . . well. A thought.

A thought that still makes him leery of how Jon Kent might grow up, sometimes.

Those concerns aside, though, the really unusual thing about this omega isn't either his physique or his face. Bruce is perfectly used to omegas with "nontraditional" looks after knowing Clark and Diana this long, to say nothing of various other Justice League members or other superheroes and villains he's known, or of both raising and reuniting with Jason. But this omega isn't as demurely dressed as mild-mannered Clark Kent would be; he's wearing opaque sunglasses and an alpha-cut studded leather jacket and alpha-style jeans and an inconveniently inaccessible plain black T-shirt with no sign of a nursing bra underneath it, nothing soft or appealing in either his clothes or his posture. If anything, he looks aggressive; tense and guarded and ready to start some shit. Even Jason usually puts up a temporary illusion of traditional omega mannerisms when he's meeting strangers as a civilian, if only so he'll be underestimated. This kid isn't even pretending to make the attempt.

And the kid smells completely and undeniably stray, too. Bruce can't catch a single note of packscent coming off him. Not even the scent of whatever pup got him milked up enough to qualify for this job. Unbred omegas sometimes lactate in heat or when under stress or if someone in their pack either has or adopts a pup, but a stray who doesn't smell particularly distressed or anything like he's on his cycle shouldn't be producing any milk at all.

At least not without using the kind of stimulants that Bruce explicitly forbade when filling out the agency application, anyway. Those medications are necessary for some omegas, obviously, but in this situation . . .

Kryptonian pups don't respond well to getting anything like that in their milk, they've already very thoroughly learned.

The omega also has spiked stainless steel piercings in his ears, snake bites under his mouth, and two curved barbells in his left eyebrow. All his other jewelry is heavy alpha-styled rings and bracelets, and his nails are painted a chipped black. And he is, notably, not wearing any kind of collar or necklace, and his neck is completely unmarked.

Bruce is in no way oblivious to the obvious message that an uncollared and unbitten omega's neck presents when left so obviously bared. Especially on a stray one who's dressed like an alpha and standing like he's expecting a fight.

He cannot imagine why this kid is working as a wet nurse.

None of the theories that come to mind bode particularly well, though.

"This omega is our most fitting candidate for your needs, Alpha Wayne," Travers says, her smile turning increasingly forced. Bruce thinks he can safely translate that expression as that of a beta who did not in any way agree with that assessment but was stuck following orders. "She fulfills all of your nutritional requests, including the necessary iron content and the prioritized fats and proteins, and, of course, is not taking any manner of lactation-inducing stimulants or supplements."

"He," the omega corrects, sounding dubious. Travers's mouth tightens. Bruce knows a lot of old-school traditionalists who won't call a male omega "he" or a female alpha "she", no matter what said omega or alpha's preferences happen to be, and makes another note about looking into this agency more thoroughly.

Much more thoroughly.

"She isn't available for direct nursing, unfortunately, but her milk is a perfect match to your requests and she produces both excellently and reliably; her supply will be more than enough for your needs," Travers continues as if the omega hadn't spoken, and the omega's lip curls in obvious annoyance as he rolls his eyes with no attempt to hide his exasperation even in the presence of an unfamiliar alpha.

Bruce thinks of Jason with a brief pang, and pushes the thought aside. It's not the time.

Maybe he could've asked Jason for help with this, if he'd been a better father. A better alpha. A better . . .

But he wasn't, so now there's an annoyed stranger standing in his parlor instead of a content packmate curled up in their nest.

"Really?" he asks, tilting his head and blinking down at Travers with a deliberately surprised expression. "The consultant made it sound like you'd need multiple donors, for the amount we're asking."

If one goddamn barely-presented kid is actually producing enough milk to even half-feed a Kryptonian pup . . .

"This omega produces sufficient quantities for your needs, Alpha Wayne," Travers replies with another forced smile. She must know how ridiculous a statement that is, when she's talking about a stray kid and not a fully mature omega with at least a couple of litters under their belt who's well-established in a stable pack, but she says it with conviction all the same.

"Oh, good!" Bruce says brightly, because he's supposed to be a stupid knotheaded playboy who wouldn't know a damn thing about nursing either way. "That'll be convenient, then."

Frankly, he only wishes one omega could produce what they need right now, but requesting that much milk from one agency for just one pup would be immediately flagged as suspicious, and definitely turned down outright. They're still looking for other candidates under false names, but at the rate they're going, they're going to need to keep supplementing with formula, which already hasn't been going well.

If Clark could get milked up himself, this wouldn't be a problem, of course. A Kryptonian omega could easily produce more than enough for one Kryptonian pup, especially under a yellow sun. Clark nursed Jon without a problem for years and was actually overproducing when he was, Bruce knows very well.

Unfortunately, that's not an option anymore. Not since . . .

Clark would never forgive himself if something like that happened again.

Never.

And Kara and Karen are both alphas, and Jon's a beta and only ten anyway, and the only other living Kryptonians they know of are either remorseless criminals imprisoned in the Phantom Zone or the sickly little pup who's slowly wasting away upstairs.

Formula and concentrated yellow sunlight haven't been enough. Clark can't get milked up anymore. They haven't been able to synthesize any appropriate supplements either in the Fortress or in working with the Justice League or STAR Labs or even in collaborating between them.

And the pup is just getting weaker, and quieter, and sicker.

A human wet nurse probably won't even help that much, at this point, but . . .

Well, it's the best chance they have to keep the pup alive until they can synthesize something. Maybe the only chance, now.

"We strive to provide to our clients' convenience, Alpha Wayne," Travers says, and the omega rolls his eyes again. Bruce is less and less convinced of him being an adult in any way but the presentation of his pheromones.

It's rude to address an unfamiliar unpacked omega directly, especially as an alpha. Technically Travers is chaperoning them in a professional situation, though, and Bruce has increasing suspicions about this omega's personal standards so far as "manners" go anyway.

And everyone knows Brucie Wayne is stupid and shameless, of course.

So he flashes the kid a grin, and he says, "Well, it's great to meet you, we appreciate you making the trip! What's your name, Mr. . . .?"

The kid blinks at him, clearly surprised both to be spoken to and to be called "Mr." instead of "Miss" or "Ms." or even "Omega". Travers looks absolutely scandalized.

Bruce really doesn't approve of the kind of traditionalists who won't introduce an omega or use their stated pronouns, though, so fuck if he cares.

"Her name is Carly, Alpha Wayne!" Travers interjects quickly, her tone a little bit too bright to be genuine. "Short for Caroline."

"Just Carl," the kid corrects, shaking his head. Travers's mouth tightens again. It's not a very typical omega name, so no surprise.

It occurs to Bruce to wonder if Carl might be a trans alpha, which he probably should've thought to wonder as soon as he saw how he was dressed and got an impression of his personality. Obviously the kid's at least not currently on HRT if he's working as a wet nurse, but that doesn't rule out the possibility of him being transgender all the same.

Actually, affording gender-affirming care is definitely a reason that a kid like this one would be working this job, especially if said kid's family weren't supporting them. Wet nurses make more money than most other fields that omegas without a diploma can expect to get into, at least short of sex work, and Carl is very obviously too young to have graduated college yet.

Actually, Bruce still isn't even sure if he's old enough to have graduated high school yet.

He's going to burn down this whole damn agency if they're knowingly employing a minor as a wet nurse.

"Nice to meet you, Carl," he says easily. Carl's eyes narrow consideringly, and then he folds his arms and smirks, crooked and casual.

"Sure," he says. "Nice to meet you too, Wayne."

Travers looks agonized. The last non-alpha stranger who called Bruce "Wayne" instead of "Alpha Wayne" was a beta terrorist who was in the middle of kidnapping him, and he's not sure any omega who wasn't an active supervillain ever has, so he's not surprised by her reaction.

Carl is still watching him with the same cocky smirk, though, an obvious challenge in the expression and his posture both. Bruce puts another point towards the possibility of him being a trans alpha, though he's not stupid enough to actually ask if he is, especially not in front of someone the kid works under. Presentation aside, Carl might not be out, and Travers is currently at least professionally following traditional manners, so Bruce doesn't have much hope for this agency being all that progressive and doesn't want to accidentally get the kid fired.

Though if Carl is a minor, Bruce is going to have to see if he can't slip him a business card and find him another job. Especially if he's going to be burning down the agency he's working for.

"Why aren't you available for direct nursing, if you don't mind me asking?" he asks in a curious tone, because he still can't smell a pup on the kid and most wet nurses who aren't nursing their own pups do direct nursing, and he wants intel about the agency's typical practices. Carl shrugs.

"Stubborn tits," he replies, pushing his chest out as he gestures at himself with no apparent sense of shame or self-consciousness, and Travers looks increasingly agonized. Bruce is just increasingly missing Jason, himself. "Milk flows too slow and the pups always get all fussy and stress out about it. Which, whatever, pups are weird anyway, they're not really my thing."

"'Weird'?" Bruce repeats, carefully noting the lack of possessives in reference to any potentially dysphoria-triggering anatomy. Still not a confirmation, but another point. Carl shrugs again.

"I'm afraid Carly doesn't bond appropriately with pups, Alpha Wayne," Travers interjects quickly, and Carl scowls at her. "She has an unfortunate detachment disorder."

"I 'attach' fine," Carl grumbles sourly, jamming his hands into his jacket pockets. "I just don't like kids."

Travers grimaces. Bruce keeps pretending to be an oblivious idiot. He has met omegas who don't like children. They exist.

They're just all deeply, deeply traumatized people. Or clinically insane.

Or both, frequently.

So . . . "detachment disorder" seems likely, yes.

Bruce doesn't consider either sex or gender to be the end-all be-all of a person, of course, but there are certain biological imperatives that no one can deny as existing, and a lactating omega faced with a theoretical hungry pup–really, just about any omega faced with a theoretical hungry pup–is not ever going to say they "just" don't like kids. Usually the problem with omega wet nurses is them liking kids too much, in fact, and getting distressed or depressed when the parents wean the pups and they won't be seeing them again. The decent agencies have psychological support for that in place and typically offer paid leave between long-term clients. The Waterton Agency does up to a month, which is one of the reasons Bruce chose it.

So yes, Carl is almost definitely traumatized.

Though really, a wet nurse who won't be around much isn't the worst thing, considering. Neither Clark nor Jon started developing any especially noticeable powers until they were older, but they can't assume anything based off a sample size of two, especially when said sample size is made up of biological relatives. And even if they didn't have to worry about that, well, the manor is frequently full of vigilantes and the cave is right underneath it. There's a lot that a regular guest could notice, especially over however long they might need to be nursing. Especially because nursing is a quiet, out-of-the-way activity that takes a while, and it would be very easy for someone to forget to keep their voice down or to not do a damn quadruple-backflip off a chandelier at the wrong moment.

And there's a reason Clark and Lois brought this problem to the shadows of Gotham, as opposed to staying in bright and sunny Metropolis with it. They've got something to hide right now, and a lot to figure out.

Plus if even a molecule of kryptonite gets involved in this situation, even secondhand . . .

Power Girl and Supergirl and Steel are the ones taking shifts watching Metropolis right now, and everyone is just going to leave it at that. Superman isn't coming out for anything less than the apocalypse.

"Well, the Lane-Kents will probably want you to meet the kiddo either way, if you don’t mind," Bruce tells Carl, offering an easy shrug. "Peace of mind, you know how it is."

"Not really," Carl says. Bruce debates slipping the kid a psychiatrist's business card, but he'd probably take it as an insult.

"Er, yes, Alpha Wayne," Travers says awkwardly. "Actually, we were expecting Alpha Lane to be with you . . . ?"

"Lois is currently stuck in Metropolis traffic thanks to Metallo bashing up half of downtown this afternoon and Clark is upstairs getting the kiddo around. Little guy just woke up from his nap," Bruce replies with a pleasant smile, making another note of how Travers left off the omega member of the couple's last name, and also apparently doesn't expect to be meeting said omega at all. He is increasingly regretting choosing this agency, though he may yet manage to do some good in the world by subtly dismantling it. Or maybe just by buying it outright and doing a little restructuring.

Or a lot of restructuring.

"Wait, it's not your kid?" Carl asks, wrinkling his nose with a puzzled expression. Travers looks pained. The Waterton Agency isn't Gotham-based, so Bruce isn't sure why she apparently expects Carl to be up on the Wayne pack's current members, especially considering how she keeps talking over and outright ignoring him. Bruce has a hard time picturing her bothering to provide the information herself, at this point.

"Oh, no, just doing a favor for some visiting friends," he replies smoothly, still wearing the same pleasant smile. Which is a lie, of course, because actually the Lane-Kents are part of his secondary pack and "visiting friends" therefore in no way covers what they are to him. The Wayne pack is both his primary and his family pack, obviously, and the Justice League is a loosely-connected tertiary pack, but his secondary pack lacks both an official name and public recognition, because explaining to the public why Brucie Wayne's secondary pack is two award-winning reporters from Metropolis, a random museum curator in Gateway City, a decorated Navy SEAL, and occasionally a cat burglar with commitment issues is just not going to work out for anyone's secret identities.

And that even without counting how everyone knows about Lois Lane and Steve Trevor's respective very public connections to Superman and Wonder Woman, much less ever explaining anything about Selina. Bruce, meanwhile, still isn't sure how he ended up in a pack with any of these people. Clark and Diana definitely have a lot to answer for either way, though.

Mostly he blames Clark. Diana has more decorum. Clark is just . . . Clark, so now Bruce gets a scarf and cookies from Martha Kent every Christmas, never mind that he's technically Jewish, because God forbid he ever tells her that and she starts sending him Hanukkah presents instead. He cannot handle eight nights' worth of Martha Kent's colorfully-wrapped scarves and lovingly-packaged cookies. That's just not a thing he can do.

He doesn't even celebrate holidays, except when Dick cons him into it. Which admittedly he's been doing more often again the past few years, but–

This is off-topic, Bruce reminds himself, but then gets distracted as Carl cocks his head a little and frowns over something. Bruce instinctively wants to brace himself for trouble at the sight, because that frown actually very strongly reminds him of Clark's "what the hell weird and concerning thing did I just notice with my super-senses" frown, but A) Carl doesn't have super-senses and B) Bruce just heard the stairs creak, which means the actual Clark is finally on his way down to meet them. No one else in the manor would ever make the steps creak any way but deliberately except for Lois or Jon, and Jon is out on a walk with Damian and Titus while Lois is, again, currently stuck in Metropolis traffic. So: Clark, definitely.

Also Clark tends to make the stairs creak a lot louder than either Lois or Jon do, given the very notable size difference there.

"Has Alpha Lane authorized you to make decisions for his pup's care, Alpha Wayne?" Travers asks with another forced smile. Bruce is resolving to check specifically her background too, at this point.

"No, no, that won't be necessary, good ol' Clark's right here," he says, waving a hand dismissively. "It's his pup too, and he knows much more about ones this age than I do anyway."

"Yes, well, omegas tend to get a little . . . irrational about the idea of sharing their pups with a wet nurse," Travers says "politely", like she thinks she's stating a fact. Bruce would say something cheerful-sounding and subtly insulting back, typically, but Carl's frown is deepening and he looks a little bit . . . odd, maybe, or . . .

There's a strange little pup-call from the stairs, very quiet and echoing in unusual registers but still recognizably one all the same, and just as recognizably resigned-sounding. It's a pup-call that clearly expects to go unanswered, at this point, which is something that Bruce would like to never hear again in his life, given the option.

Though it's better than a pup who's given up on calling at all, he supposes.

He tries not to grimace at that thought, though he's sure Clark's grimacing enough for the both of them right now after hearing a call like that. The pup is starving, and they just can't feed him properly. At this point sending him back where he came from might be kinder.

Honestly, if Bruce didn't know exactly who his parents were, he might've already insisted on that.

It's just–

The pup calls again, even quieter. Travers looks perplexed.

"Er," she says. "I apologize, Alpha Wayne, but is the pup ill? We can't be around them if they are, it's against agency policy."

"Oh, the kiddo just sounds like that," Bruce replies dismissively, and then lies, "Vocal chord deformity, apparently. We're not sure what caused it, pediatrician thinks it's something genetic."

Well, it is genetic. Jon calls in exactly the same registers, and according to Martha and Jonathan so did Clark.

So it's genetic, yes. Just not a deformity.

Carl's expression looks–odd, still. Bruce isn't sure what to think of it, but it makes him a bit wary. A detachment disorder doesn't imply an actual negative reaction to the presence of a pup, obviously, but . . .

Clark steps into the parlor with Lor-Zod sitting on his hip, the pup no older than two or so and looking small and listless in his arms, his dark skin all washed out and his previously bright eyes gone dull and tired. When he first crash-landed in Metropolis in the rocket he'd been wrapped up inside, Clark said he'd popped out of it energetic and excited and clamoring for attention in toddler-level Kryptonian, but he's been slowly fading ever since, wasting away without the nutrients that they just can't provide him. He's probably only made it this long thanks to the sun.

Again, Bruce has no idea how the Kents ever fed Clark, though he was already at least three by the time they got him, which probably helped. A pup Lor's age is capable of eating solid food, obviously, but milk or formula is still a major part of a pup's diet until they're four or five, if not older, and the longer the better. Hell, most kids still at least semi-regularly nurse for as long as their dam can manage to stay milked up, or even until they present themselves. No one can wean a damn toddler and expect them to thrive.

Or even survive, in Lor's case.

Lor opens his mouth in another weak, resigned little pup-call, and Clark's own mouth tightens as he restrains himself from answering it and giving the pup false hope for milk he just doesn't have, and Bruce steels himself to–

Carl croons.

Travers startles. Bruce is . . . surprised, a bit. A detachment disorder doesn't really imply the kind of omega who'd croon at a pup they've never seen before in their life, after all.

It's an unusual and unpracticed croon, as if it's a sound Carl doesn't make very often, which Bruce supposes would make sense. Lor responds to it immediately, though, shifting weakly in Clark's arms and pup-calling again.

Carl, with absolutely no manners or decorum whatsoever, sweeps right past Travers and Bruce and Alfred and just plucks Lor straight out of Clark's arms. Which–forget the kid calling him "Wayne"; that's a damn etiquette breach. Hell, Clark probably only didn't take Carl's head off for snatching up his pup without permission because he's so clearly dumbfounded that he actually did it.

Bruce is slightly less dumbfounded due to having spent five seconds in the kid's presence, but still, what is he–

"Carly!" Travers chokes in horror. Carl very obviously doesn't even hear her and just starts purring at Lor and cuddling him close in a way that really doesn't even slightly imply "detachment disorder".

And then Bruce figures out what was "odd" about Carl's expression, before.

"Huh," he says, a little bemused. "Did he just go into feral drop?"

"Alpha Wayne, I assure you, this is not the Waterton Agency's standard of behavior!" Travers sputters, sounding even more horrified, and Clark just blinks and tilts his head.

"I think he did, yeah," he says, looking perplexed. Carl continues ignoring everyone in the room except for Lor and just purrs louder at him as they both nuzzle into each other. Lor makes more very distinctly Kryptonian pup-calls at him, and Carl croons back with no apparent concern over their strangeness, sounding absolutely goddamn enamored.

That is definitely not a detachment disorder, Bruce thinks. There is no possible way that an omega with a detachment disorder just went into full feral drop over a pup at first sight.

Or possibly first sound, he's realizing.

Bruce is perfectly aware that omegas can feral-bond with distressed pups whether they mean to or not, but he's never seen it happen this fast outside of a warzone or a natural disaster. He's heard hearsay and read studies about particularly compatible sets that have done it under less stressful circumstances, but distressed and starving pup or not, he wouldn't have even expected a human omega to be capable of bonding with a Kryptonian pup like that.

Or at all, frankly. Deliberately created and carefully cultivated pack bonds are one thing, but . . .

Lor chirps, the sound still a little quiet and fragile, a little weak, but also undeniably hopeful, and Carl gives him a low, rumbly purr in reply and yanks up his inconveniently-cut T-shirt to expose his chest with no trace of hesitation or modesty. He's already leaking sweetly-scented milk, already adjusting his grip on Lor to let the pup get at his chest as easily and comfortably as possible, and Lor latches without a moment's hesitation and immediately starts to nurse.

And then Lor purrs. Carl just watches him with undeniable adoration, still paying no attention whatsoever to anyone else in the room.

Alright, then, Bruce thinks carefully.

Well, that just happened.

"Thought you didn't like kids, Carl?" he inquires casually, putting on an easy grin, and Carl finally seems to come up enough to remember that the rest of them exist, though he still doesn't actually take his eyes off Lor.

"I would literally become a supervillain if this kid asked me to," he replies dreamily, keeping Lor cradled in one arm and tracing a finger down the pup's cheek with a soft, besotted expression that's unmistakable for what it is even with the sunglasses on. He looks like he might just burn down the world if someone tried to take Lor away from him right now, and his pheromones are so all-encompassing and so cloyingly sweet that Bruce genuinely might need to see a dentist after this.

"Well usually I'd say we keep Batman in the loop on that kind of thing around here, but if the kiddo asks, it only seems fair," he jokes with a laugh.

"I would drop-kick Batman off a roof for you," Carl informs Lor lovingly as he strokes his cheek again and then skims a fingertip along the little barely-visible scar splitting his eyebrow. Lor keeps purring sweetly and Alfred coughs to conceal a low chuckle. Clark looks a little pained to be watching one of his pups nurse from another omega so easily and eagerly, but his mouth quirks in amusement at the comment anyway. Bruce doesn't dignify any of them with a response, because he is an alpha with dignity and also is in no way threatened by a passing comment from a barely-presented kid who clearly isn't even combat-trained.

. . . although he also isn't going to be stupid enough to try coaxing Lor away from the omega he just feral-bonded with just yet either.

Then Tim walks by the doorway, takes one look at Carl with Lor, and trips over literally nothing and into a full faceplant on the foyer floor. Bruce pauses, then raises an eyebrow.

"Alright down there, Timmy?" he asks. Tim scrambles back to his feet, looking more genuinely mortified than he's ever seen him.

"Fine!" he blurts. "Fine. Everything's fine. All the things are fine. Uh. What? Who?"

"This is Carl," Bruce says, gesturing to the kid. "Wet nurse from the Waterton Agency. And his escort, Beta Travers. Carl, Beta Travers, this is my son, Tim Drake-Wayne. And also Clark Lane-Kent and his pup, Chris Lane-Kent, who I'm assuming you've figured out are your prospective clients."

"Yes, Alpha Wayne," Travers says with a grimace. "We gathered."

"Ngh," Tim says, looking at literally everything but Carl and Lor. His face is bright red, which is an unusual amount of embarrassment for him to be showing just over tripping. Typically he masks that kind of thing a lot more effectively. Bruce would almost think he was actually embarrassed by watching Carl feed Lor, but Tim's literally never been affected by anything but passing curiosity when seeing a pup nurse before, so that seems unlikely. And he's a male beta, if still an unpresented one, so it's not like he's got any reason to care all that much about it anyway.

So his reaction does seem a little odd, yes.

Hm.

"Chris," Carl coos adoringly down at Lor. Bruce is in no way stupid enough to think that he absorbed any of the rest of that introduction or has even noticed Tim's presence at all. He wouldn't even put money on him having noticed Clark's presence, in fact, except as a pup-delivery system. The kid is very clearly in love with the pup in his arms and doesn't give a damn about any of the rest of them at all.

Detachment disorder. Sure.

#bruce wayne #kon el #clark kent #chris kent #tim drake #superfamily #timkon #lowkey but it's there lol #omegaverse #not sfw #this-was-a-terrible-idea #rinfic #wip: the wet nurse omegaverse

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snowzapped · 10 months

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Day 1 Villains AU or Courting Disaster Extras

Hood and Wraith come face-to-face in a warehouse. Wraith has no idea why Hood's bothering him AGAIN. He's spouting some nonsense about joining the right side and blah blah blah. Tim whips off his mask and glares, gun never wavering.

"I know where you fucking sleep, Jason. If you don't knock it off, you're enjoying the sofa for the next month."

Jason raises his faceplate. "Tim, you just broke into a warehouse to get that pre-order that never arrived today. Don't you think that's a little extra?"

"I paid good money for it to arrive today!"

"It's literally cat poop coffee, Tim. You can wait a few days."

It's JayTim Week again! Woohoo! I drew this in about 4 hours. There will be more in the coming week and it will be as sketchy as this one coz I did not prep at all but I can't miss it. Also, they will be interconnected just like last year. haha.

Notfic up there is courtesy of the lovely @chibinightowl with the last line as my contribution. XD

And special thanks to the artist who made that warehouse background free in csp. :D

commission info / patreon / Buy Me a Coffee ☕

#jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #jaytimweek2023 #batboys #my art

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95-6qrsk2rx9uq42069nnnnnjthewolf · 1 year

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jaytim Childhood friends beginnings of a concept

Fandom stalker/exacerbated parental neglect tim background where tim, a year into running around gotham at night photographing bats, starts splitting his nights helping this kid jay he met boost tires and a few other grifts that the guy comes up with, mostly being the lookout. They met after tim watched an interaction between a dealer and jay escalate (jay refusing to be a runner), and he intervened by dropping a brick from the fire escape he was tucked away on, giving jay an opening to bolt, and each felt compelled to check in on each other after they both get clear. Jason is equal parts impressed and disdainful of tim’s hobby, mostly because batman does about jackshit for jason’s neck of the woods but also tim’s basically getting one up on the guy and thats badass, not to mention his sneakiness is impressive. Jason’s not about to judge a kid for having to clear out of their place at night although he knows precious little about tim’s homelife despite his reassurance that its safe and stable. This is a very bold claim from a 10 year old sneaking out 2-3 times a week with similar levels of respect and consideration for adults as jason (which is to say, minimal). But tim’s useful as hell and a quick learner, jason’s pretty sure this is his first real friend since even before he was on the streets, and tim never takes his full cut and even then only on the bigger payouts (tim’s saving up for a space heater for his room and supplements the weekly grocery delivery which was developed for an 8 year old and falls a little short for a roof running 10 year old (this does not stop him from bringing one or two shelf stable things for jay each week)). They even make plans to meet at the bowery’s closest public library on some saturdays, which was already a pretty common haunt for jason but now its also hanging out with a friend and just being a kid for a few hours. This is pretty novel for them both. Its a good year.

Jason prefers not to do anything much bigger than pickpocketing without tim as backup these days but once in a blue moon tim will give him a heads up that he wont be around as much for a week or two (parents in town). And one of those weeks, well, theres the goddamn batmobile. Unattended. Those tires are gonna go for a pretty penny and he’s not gonna pass that up. Plus it’ll get a laugh out of tim. Turns out, the whole ninja paparazzi thing was kickstarted by robin and he’s a lot more game for making fun of batman than the sidekick, especially now that robin apparently fucked off to bludhaven a few months ago with a whole new name and look. Though tim still insists that batmans a good guy and if jason is ever really in trouble, he’s pointed out a few key rooftops for him to flag the bat down for help. Thats in the back of his mind when the batmobile tire heist goes very wrong and very sideways. Tim’s seen this man in action; he trusts him. Jason’s /probably/ not about to be murdered when he’s being told that he’s going somewhere safe, to a foster guardian that cares. No clue how he’s supposed to tell tim though, they only ever really had days that they expected to cross paths, no actual methods of contact.

Meanwhile, the next time Tim comes around crime alley and the place jason is squatting has visibly not been touched for a while? That’s disquieting. He’s a known entity around these parts now, the working girls call him jay’s shadow, but nobody’s seen jason in days and the women are gently reminding him that street kids are regularly on the move, trying to find safer, better opportunities. But jason wouldn’t leave without telling tim, right? And more importantly, all his shit’s still in his place. Tim can play at being a detective all he wants, sleuthing out batman’s patrol routes, but he doesnt have the first clue for where to start figuring out what happened to jason. When a second night in a row shows no sign of him, tim decides to do what he’s been hoping he never would have to and waves batman down, lays the whole situation out with a photo of jason and everything. Mumbled lie that hes just been hoping batman would swing by eventually. Through it all batman has a weirdly bashful silence about him and by the time tim manages to wrestle his frantic babbling down, he’s being handed a phone number and the promise that jason is safe with somebody that batman trusts.

A phone call to wayne manor the next day lays it all out for tim, and well. This is great for jason! Tim, though, never ever wanted to be on batman’s radar and now his best friend is living under the man’s roof.

#batman #jason todd #tim drake #dcu #jaytim #met earlier au #dead end ideas

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krizariel · 2 years

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Well, ok, I feel like playing a bit so here is 5+ headcanaons of an AU I rarely talk about that absolutely noone asked for but I’m throwing into the void anyway ;D

This is an au I personally refer to as Timowlthy AU (all credit to the pun goes to kii <3). To summarize: Tim is a seer part of an owl/human race (so his real form is of an owl). Inspired by a fanart gifted to me by a dear friend whom I miss dearly but I’m sure they are okay. Jason dies, crawls out the coffin, Talia finds him and he remains a zombie but instead of being chased away, Ra’s decides to keep him as an assassin (like in YJ animation). Ra’s knew about the existence of Tim’s race and for the longest time things had been kept in peace and both groups had decent relations. All until Ra’s decided it was time for him to take over and gain the power and knowledge they had. After Tim’s father (the king so to speak) died, Ra’s wanted to make a deal with the queen: “Give me your son (who Ra’s knew was young but was a fairly powerful seer, with more training and in due time he’d make a very precious asset), and we can make a true alliance. You and your people will be under my protection. Queen Janett said “you’ll take my son under my cold dead body” stabbed him and Jason swiftly stabbed the queen and all in front of Tim’s eyes. Chaos ensues. It’s all pretty (?). Fast forward, this results in Tim on the run, slowly arming himself and preparing his own revenge against Ra’s and take back his hometown. It’s enemies to reluctant allies to allies with fuck benefits to lovers (more on the twisted side I guess, considering the origin). This is more of a dark Tim (ooc since I put Tim through some additional pain and little comfort, no batfam or friends to back him up)

ANYWAY. Ok onto the HC’s - Not every owl is a seer or has any clairvoyance power. The degree for each and control of it varies, but everyone part of the royal family does have this sort of power. Tim still needed more training but essentially he can touch people and see glimpses of their past, present and/or future. He cannot control what he sees. Sometimes he also has dreams. The most powerful seers, like his mother, can predict the future at will, but it takes years of training to gain that much control.

-Queen Janett was never the touchy type, very strict and always looking regal. She personally supervised Tim’s training and had him learn several fighting techniques and disciplines. She was not affectionate with Tim but she was very protective of him. Everyone was scared to shit of making the prince upset in any way because Queen Janett would throw them a killer look.

-Janett had seen the future where she dies while Tim is still young and she is unable to see her son grow into a fine beautiful owl. In an attempt to help him cope and not miss her presence, she tried to keep him at arm’s length while preparing him for the future but she could not EVER give up her son.

Tim never became a robin but lil timowlthy would sometimes venture into the human world, chase these vigilantes armed with capes and weird gadgets wink wink and would find them fascinating because they managed to find a way to fly without wings! amazing! He admired batman and robin because even though they had no superpowers or supernatural abilities, they still fought for good.

-Lil Timowlthy had seen a glimpse of the future where her mother died at hands of an unknown figure and Ra’s al ghul looming over. In his foolish attempt to seek help, he attempted to contact batman. He is a hero, he could help right? Unfortunately, he was met with a Bruce who had lost Jason recently and he did not have a robin to set him on his track. Eventually Bruce does heal.

-After the events where Ra’s forcibly took control of Tim’s home by killing the queen, Jason escaped. Jason was tasked with capturing Tim, but had some moments of clarity after Tim touched him. Tim was able to escape with Jason’s help though he (Tim) never understood what came over Jason. Tim escaped and Jason was almost killed by Ra’s in a moment of rage for the betrayal. Talia throws him into the pit, Jason fully recovers and escapes. Jason does become Red Hood but he remembers everything he did while under Ra’s control, including killing Tim’s mother.

Tim does seek Red Hood for various reasons but the most important: He knows Jason’s real nature under the red hood. Unlike actual bad guys, Tim knows Jason was never a bad guy to begin with and deeply regrets everything that he did. It doesn’t change the pain he helped inflict but it does make for the perfect ally to have by his side. Jason owes Tim and they both have a debt to settle with Ra’s. It’s only logical and older Timowlthy is a more logical man.

-Timowlthy always wears gloves.

-Tim has seen the future in which he finds himself smiling again with Jason. He refuses to accept it and will fight that fate with all his might because fuck fate. He can and will change the future (he doesn’t).

If anyone was able to follow my blorbo, yay :D...

#jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #timowlthy au #kriz wanted to play too #not fic #im not writing this but wanted a background story for the character design #it got out of hand

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One of my first DC AUs in the works.

I did a poll on Tumblr, and many voted for a Damijon (Little Red Riding Hood) AU, A JayTim AU came second..that one will come up soon. (hint: it's Snow White) hehe.

Now in this AU, Damian Al Ghul is a prince who's family was cursed, he is cursed to turn into a murderous wolf, stalking the night. Until he comes face to face with Little Red.

Please note, this is NOT Raven. It's Jon Kent. lol.

Damian Wayne & Jon Kent (c) DC Comics

Art (c) Me

Background (c) Google images

#dccomics #damian wayne #jonkent #damian al ghul #jonathan kent #jondami #damijon #damian x jon #intothewoodsau #alternate universe #dc robin #superboy #supersons #otp ship #jay-tim'sart #tumblr fan art #artists on tumblr

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mistress-of-vos · 2 months

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For the ask game Ra'sTim (yes predictable I know but I just adore how you write them to the point where I want more information)

Ra'sTim

SHIP IT!!! 💚💚💚

Okay yeah I'm very loud about them but I'm still so so happy you asked about Ra'sTim! I'd talk about them all day. This is probably gonna be long 😅

P.S. Thank you! I'm happy you enjoy my work ❤️

1. What made you ship it?

Okay this is such an easy yet complex question. I have looked back and realized I was writing past/implied Ra'sTim on my fic notebook back on 2014 (give or take) when I was newly done reading Red Robin. I'm unsure exactly *how* is started because before 2020 I had been on an extreme Transformers fixation, and my memories are fuzzy. I believe I was shipping Ra'sTim as a background ship without fully realizing I was doing it (it should also be noted I started as a KonTim religious fan, and grew into a JayTim girlie). I actually read two of my fav Ra'sTim fics back in those years (around 2014-2015), which were in Spanish, but they had a Ra'sTim portrayal that would mark my views, as the characters make the dynamic very different to the most popular ships in fanfom.

It was at the beginning of 2020 when I went back to DC, and funnily enough climbed quickly from JayTim to BruTim and started writing an ongoing fic. While doing so, I re read past fics I remembered I used to love, and went back to read comics as well. Suddenly, after reading Red Robin again, I was looking at Ra'sTim through different glasses. And it was something happening to me in many levels, as I was also getting a bit away from Kon & Jason and more into characters as Babs & Jean-Paul. I wondered what *more* there could be to Ra'sTim, and started reading more of Ra's. As I read and explored Tim in my writing, I realized I wanted them together.

I'm unsure about how to call it. The feeling was almost of enlightenment, like suddenly seeing something that has always been there yet for some reason you couldn't distinguish its shape. Perhaps being a Megatron/Starscream shipper helped, because I saw the potential of Ra'sTim and decided to explore the possibilities and their tones of gray.

At first Ra'sTim wasn't my main ship (although I was already writing it), but as I explored them, the more I felt it was a dynamic that came naturally to me, and scenarios I found more enjoyable.

The more I read their comics and explored them in my writing, the more they felt *right*. Perhaps it was meant to happen, as I can admit they fall a lot more into my tastes in fiction. Ra's as a character drives me insane with his potential and lore, and Tim stays as my favorite bat boy and who I believe changed the Batman mythos.

And yet, everything was born from a simple panel. "You are a very dangerous young man."

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Oh, this is a tricky one!

I like their dynamic a lot, as I'm an open immortal/mortal sucker. And that does play a huge thing in my view of them and why I come back to Ra'sTim again and again despite having other fixations. The fact that Ra's has such a complex background and is not your usual western interpretation of an immortal (let's say a vampire) is also a fav thing of mine, as I think it allows stories with him to leave usual storytelling and challenge beliefs about good & evil. The fact that he believes he's *good* and a hero is particularly tasty as well, and mixed with Tim's need for helping others and guilt when he's not useful to the world (and Batman), gives a wonderful meal.

Their size difference is extremely hot too.

Aaaaand having a canon mutual interest where they are connected in a mysterious, unavoidable way, it's a cherry on top.

Lastly, I adore their contrast as characters and how they will allow the other to win a little battle in order to win another. It's a game of cat and mouse.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I have unpopular opinions on most characters and ships. Some of them I feel comfortable expressing and others... Not much.

With Ra'sTim I have many of them, but mostly, it's that I loathe how other ship fandoms use Ra's as a random villain to hurt Tim and prop up another ship. For me, that's almost insulting, as Ra's is already a hurt character broken by many writers at DC. For me Ra'sTim it's never about "evil, mean Ra's hurting Tim because villains do that" and even less would I do it for another ship. I enjoy dark Ra'sTim, but never to hurt the characters.

My unpopular opinion then would be about the characters, perhaps. I don't see Ra's being cruel to Tim without reason, because in my mind, Ra's feels *love* and he cares for Tim. And Tim loves him back. They are just messy and won't communicate well, but that doesn't mean Ra's will go full evil and that Tim is a damsel in distress needing saving.

I don't see Ra's as an abuser. Neither do I see Tim as a helpless victim. And I believe this narrative hurts all characters involved without real motive besides wanting to prop up someone else and being too lazy as to read a less known villain or writing an original one.

#rastim #ra'stim #tim drake #ra's al ghul #ra's al ghul x tim drake #shipping #pro shipping #proship #ask game #ship game #my opinion

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iphoenixrising · 1 year

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Masterlist 1

Wintersnight on AO3

The Fracture Verse and other Things on Ao3 | Fracture: a whole ass book | Fracture main story on Ao3 | Chapter 1 Fanart from poison-basil | Then babe made a whirlybird

Spinoff ficlets from the Fracture verse: Dr!Tim meets Fracture!Tim | Convergence

No Home for Dead Birds:

Home for Tiny Birds (with Tiny!Tim!): NHFDB!Tim visits Tiny!Tim (see also "Tiny!Tim UA" and "Convergence")

DC AOB AUs AOB Attempt (DickTimJay; alpha!DickJay, omega!Tim):

Pre-AOB Attmpt:One, Two, & (HC) | Together | Omega!Tim & the Titans | Vocabulary & Instincts & Rut mechanics |

possesive!Jason: The Original Ask | How it could start & where it could go | Alpha!Jason vs Alpha!Dick |

the Future Bonding | Mating Bite (for 300 followers!) | Baby: One & Two & Three & Four

#masterlist #1 #finally got the masterlists updated #now there's three ffs

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