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brucewaynehater101 · 1 month

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In your opinion how would have affected the family if Bruce hadn't return as soon maybe Tim didn't find the picture and Bruce come back by himself 2 or five years laters. Dick made such a huge impact in Damian's life in the short time they were together. How different would have been if they had spend more time together and how would the others come around. Dick wanted to adopt Damian in canon but never did it because Bruce came back and he was afraid of taking that role. Would he adopt him and would that change how Damian sees Jason and Tim? and the same for them. Do they see him as his brother or like his brother's son? Also, how would Bruce react to all of this changes. Would Dick return to bludhaven and if he did would he take Damian with him. Also, what changes would there be between Tim, Jason and Dick relationship in this scenario.

Dick would have definitely adopted Damian and good for them.

How Jason and Tim would treat Damian depends on what their relationship was like before Bruce died. If someone works off of the "Jason and Damian met in the League" idea, then they probably would still be brothers regardless of what their respective relationships are with Dick. Sometimes, family isn't always clear cut to have labels make sense. I personally consider my stepsiblings to be more like cousins than siblings.

Tim and Damian probably wouldn't see each other as family for a while. I've seen a few fics that address how their tension and fights lead to them not considering each other as brothers until they become closer. Laws don't dictate relationship statuses. Effort and communication do. After Damian gets Robin, Tim probably distanced himself from the family. If he doesn't find the portrait, he probably still moves out of the house and keeps low contact with the other Bats. Maybe he joins Cass for a bit. Maybe he takes over WE. I like to think that he either claims a section of the city like Jason does, or he does specialty cases (like rogues, serial killers, rings, etc.) instead of patrolling with the Bats.

Dick is overwhelmed with being Batman and with being Damian's parent. He'd eventually get the hang of things and then start to reach out to the other Bats again. It would take time, but they would probably get there.

Maybe Tim and Jason start getting along, or maybe Tim even takes Jason up on that offer to join him. Either that, or they mutually avoid/ignore each other unless they have to interact.

Now, Bruce in canon wouldn't have lasted too much longer in the timestream. However, in this AU, maybe he's just chilling on a beach in time, or maybe he just gets shot two years into the future.

When Bruce returns, that fucks up the established dynamics and the peace the family was slowly moving to. Dealer's choice on how Bruce reacts. If he's a good dad, he'll understand and try to navigate the new relationships. Bruce and Dick would share parenting. If he's a shit dad, he'd go nuclear and fuck Dick up.

If you want me to expand or anything, let me know!

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #dc au #thank you for the ask!!!!

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gerryrigged · 6 months

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dicktim - La Beau Au Bois Dormant

idea gripping my tired brain by the throat about Tim being struck by some kind of sleeping beauty poison or spell and falling comatose.

Except the solution is not True Love's Kiss but sending someone inside his soul to battle the dragon that will manifest from his inner demons to keep him imprisoned, forever.

The highest chance for success necessitates sending in the one person that the sleeper trusts most - often their love, hence the poison/spell's reputation, but not always.

And almost everyone immediately turns to Dick, like in you go, Nightwing, what are you waiting for.

Which Dick. Doesn't know how to react to, because. God he would give anything to be that person for Tim again. But he knows that he broke something between them when he stripped away Robin.

They've moved past it, they're...fine. But Dick knows. It's not the same. They aren't the same.

He can't help Tim with this. Tim probably wouldn't even want him to try. And that kills him, but he won't sabotage Tim's only shot to wake up because of his own desperate wish to still be the one Tim turns to first. His north star.

There's a ticking-clock time limit before Tim won't be able to wake up at all. They don't have any time to lose.

He looks away from everyone's expectant, demanding stares.

"Call Superboy," he says, voice scraped raw from his throat. "Or Kid Flash. They'll get here in time."

He can't stand the disappointment on Bruce's face. It makes helpless anger boil hot and toxic in his belly. Bruce wasn't here for everything that happened. He doesn't know.

(Dick's never told him. How badly he fucked up.)

"Wait, not his boyfriend?'" Steph says, raised eyebrows and gesticulating at nowhere in particular and Dick's churning thoughts sputter and die into frozen blankness. Boyfriend?

Babs shakes her head on the Batcomputer's view screen.

"They're not at that level of trust yet. They haven't even been dating that long, Tim definitely hasn't told him about - " she twirls a finger, indicating all of them. Red Robin on the medical bed, cowl pushed down and cape pooled around him. The Cave, vaulting overhead. " - all of this. And he won't thank us for doing it for him."

Tim...has a boyfriend?

Wow. His little brother used to always want his advice on love. Life. Everything. If he doesn't trust Dick enough anymore to tell him even that much... Well. It just proves definitively that Dick isn't the right person for this job.

(It hurts like Dick's vital organs are being crushed in a massive fist.)

"Time is ticking," Jason Blood says quietly, looking down at the open face of his pocket watch. At his feet, a circle of lit candles awaits someone to sit down inside and sink into an enchanted meditation.

"Father, clearly it should be you," Damian says, tapping his foot rapidly. His arms are crossed tightly under his cape in a way that he probably means to come across as scornful, rather than apprehensive. "Or Pennyworth, even."

Bruce shakes his head, troubled. "No. I don't think so. Cassie...?"

"No," Cass responds calmly. "Not me." She seems untroubled by her own denial, even though she and Tim have been thick as thieves ever since she returned to Gotham.

She's looking at Dick. She hasn't looked away from Dick this whole time, or let go of Tim's hand, folded in hers protectively, over his heart.

"It's still you, big brother," she says. Gentle and direct and devastating. "Go. Bring him back."

Not so long ago, Tim trusted Dick to catch him when he fell.

Or, he was depressed and passively suicidal and telling Dick what he wanted to hear. Maybe he even believed it, after the fact.

In the end, it doesn't matter. He's Dick's brother. Dick will always, always be there to catch him, whether Tim trusts him to or not.

Dick goes.

He faces Tim, sinks into lotus inside the ring of flickering little flames, and closes his eyes, heart in his throat.

He opens his eyes. A vast, jagged bramble forest looms dark above him. Far in the distance, he can just make out a spindly tower piercing the sky, a flickering little light shining at the top.

He hacks his way through the biting brambles of Tim's resentments, leaving blood and sorrows dripping from the thorns in his wake.

He fights the sly, sinuous dragon of Tim's despair, singing with every breath that he can spare, so that Tim might hear him and know he's not alone.

He wishes he could remember happy songs, bright and lively songs - wishes he could be the light in the darkness that Tim deserves, that he looked up to and chased after and for some reason tried to model himself upon, even when he was already so very bright himself.

But any song is better than none to pierce the lonely vault of silence, so he sings of pain, of loss, of faith and faithlessness. Of holding on past the point of breaking. He sings of two hands open and outstretched, waiting to be clasped and held.

When his voice falters, when adamant scales break his sword and claws shatter his shield, he throws himself at the winged serpent, letting it coil about him and grappling it in turn. Fangs strike at him again and again, piercing flesh and armor both, before he winds his arms around its jaws and holds them shut.

It hisses through clenched teeth about failures, his and Tim's both. He holds its jaws shut, and sings of two ships tossed in a maelstrom, anchored to each other, weathering the storm.

It hisses, venom dripping from its furious curled lips, about abandonment and betrayal. He holds its jaws shut, and sings about two robins, flying with an olive branch held aloft between them.

It hisses to him of ice unending, frozen hearts, shattered trust. He holds its jaws shut, and sings about the steady radiating warmth of a hearth, of a hug, of a new dawn. Of new beginnings.

He rests his forehead on the dragon's growling snout, and sings, "Come home with me. Come home to me. Tim, I love you. Tim, Tim, Tim."

The beast shudders and shivers. And starts to break apart.

The crumbling wings buffet and beat at Dick even as they begin to crack and collapse. Dick lowers his head and holds on tighter.

The massive coiled tail squeezes around Dick convulsively, thrashing and withering. Dick's ribs crack, but he holds on tighter.

Scales etched with Tim's regrets flake off and fall away, like a tree shedding razor edged leaves in autumn. Dick closes his eyes as they kiss and cut his already tattered skin, but just holds on tighter.

Eventually, the violent disintegration comes to an end, and all goes still and quiet.

Save for a familiar shape shaking and weeping in Dick's arms.

Dick opens his eyes, blinking away sweat and blood just to be sure. But yes. It's him. Blue eyes reddened with tears, staring in horror at the ragged torn-up mess of his older brother, come to rescue him.

"Tim," Dick sighs, bones papier-mâché from relief. And exhaustion. "Timmy. Thank god."

"Dick," Tim cries out, gripping him tightly in distress. He lets go immediately at Dick's wince, and tries to pull away. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I'm - your wounds, we have to - "

Dick doesn't let him move an inch. "Shhhhhh," he breathes. "It's a dream, don't worry about it." Tim wriggles in protest at first, determinedly attempting to staunch some of the heavier bleeding, but Dick just holds him tighter. "Please, Timmy," he begs. "Please. Just let me."

Tim's breath hitches, then he wraps his arms around Dick just as hard as Dick is squeezing him, strong and anchoring. Dick's own breath shudders on the edge of a whine, and he buries his nose in Tim's hair.

-----

"Missed you," he whispers hoarsely, several minutes later.

Tim lifts his face from where he's been leaking a silent wet spot into Dick's collarbone.

"Missed you, too," he whispers back, as if they're sharing secrets and might be overheard.

Then Tim hesitates, before setting his mouth firmly. He meets Dick's gaze, and there's a fierce light in his still reddened eyes that transfixes Dick. He almost lost this. He almost lost Tim - so many times, more than he probably even knows about. He never wants to look away.

"And I love you, too, you know. That's never changed. It never will change." His brow is furrowed intently, gaze searching Dick's, like he can find and burn away any hint of doubt or disbelief.

"I know," Dick murmurs, warm down to his battered toes. Tim's alive. Tim's going to wake up, and keep living. Tim loves him, and forgives him, and still trusts him more than anyone else. "I do know. I - "

He releases one arm from its death grip, because he can no longer resist the urge to cup Tim's face, stroke a thumb across his cheek. Tim closes his eyes briefly as he covers Dick's hand with his, leaning into it, brows still drawn together. Like he's in pain, even though all the dings and scratches are on Dick, not him.

Dick's heart seizes.

He dips down, to the impossibly inviting bow of Tim's mouth, and kisses him. At Tim's small, quiet gasp, he gentles further, catching Tim's lips, pulling the full lower curve between his own in a soft tug. To his delight, Tim follows him, chasing his mouth, and they share the sweet cling and press, back and forth.

-----

Dick's wounds are somehow all still present upon waking. Magic, ugh, such a pain. The resulting frenzy of medical attention and getting bundled into another bed - too far away from Tim - like he's one foot through death's door isn't exactly fun, either.

(But still. Well worth it, for that first moment Tim's eyes flutter open and hazily lock on his. The world can keep spinning, now that Dick knows Tim is safe.)

As it turns out, Tim's recollection of what happened inside his own soul is equally hazy.

He remembers enough to melt bonelessly into Dick's chest when Dick sneaks over to share his bed, which dissolves the hard knot of worried tension in Dick's chest that he wouldn't remember anything, that he'd be back to subtle distance and awkward texts and not even feeling comfortable enough to share that he likes men, and Dick. Isn't sure he could have handled that.

So he ignores his aching ribs and multiple lacerations and puncture wounds and curls around Tim with his whole body, warmth and gratitude suffusing every aching muscle.

Tim...doesn't seem to remember the kiss. Which. Is a shame.

But Dick remembers it. Every moment is burned into him like the most intimate pyrography. That will have to be enough, until he can make it happen again.

(Tim's boyfriend doesn't stand a chance.)

#dicktim #gerryrigged #gerry words #the spindly tower was a lie #this poison/spell is SUPER mean #anyway I started jotting this at like 11 pm #thinking lol I will scribble three sketchy paragraphs max and then I MUST to bed #it is now #almost morning hghkldjkfls #gripped by the NO MUST GET A WHOLE DRAFT DOWN demon whole-ass #why do I do this to myself gdit I was ALREADY tired #ohhhh this is going to need serious editing if I ever turn back to it hghkljdkf #anyway if you noticed that technically Tim waking up DID happen after TLK #then hee hee :3 we are clink-clinking our wine glasses in commiseration

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bluejaysandblackbats · 19 days

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Lost Boys

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: After Jonathan Lane Kent wipes himself from existence by canceling his own timeline, he finds himself stuck in the afterlife where he meets Jason Todd. He still wonders about the life un-lived on Earth, and how his parents would've felt about him.

Jason Todd, who is making the most of being dead, struggles with the reality of what he's left behind. He has one wish and one wish only: to send his family one final message.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent (Laney), Jason Todd, Catherine Todd, Boston Brand, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, John Constantine, Raven, Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Relationships: Platonic JayLaney

Additional Tags: Angst, Platonic Relationships, Magical Jason Todd, Resurrected Jason Todd, Queerplatonic Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, POV Multiple

Chapter Three: Someone Saved My Life Tonight (Laney Kent's POV)

I was so excited to go to the dance with Jason that I let it slip to Catherine that I didn't know how to dance. I just wanted to impress Jason, and I didn't realize it then, but talking to Catherine was probably the best decision I ever made in my life.

I didn't know her very well. I just knew that she was Jason's mom and that she was dead just like we were. She put on some music and started to dance.

"Doesn't matter if you can dance or not. You have to feel comfortable with yourself first," Catherine explained. It was easy for her to say. She was a good dancer. She took my hands and spun me around to get me to loosen up. I didn't want to laugh, but she eventually won that battle. Once I loosened up, it didn't really matter to me if I could dance or not. I didn't even notice that Jason came in from outside.

When I finally turned to see him standing there, I could feel my whole face heat up, and I turned my back to him. "For someone who's never danced, you're pretty good," Jason complimented before going straight to the kitchen.

I sat down at the table next to Catherine, and she looked at me for a moment as if she'd found something out about me. I shrank down in the seat and took a breath. "Jason, remember when you were little and your dad—."

Jason shook his head at her, and that was that. I didn't know anything about his birth father, and that was the first time I'd ever heard anyone mention him. Catherine opened her mouth to apologize, and Jason smiled and shook his head. "It's okay... I just don't want to talk about that," Jason reassured her, "Ma, why don't you come with us tonight? It'd be nice to see you get out of the house." I agreed with him.

She shook her head. "No, I couldn't—."

"Please? Catherine, it'll be fun," I interrupted. She finally gave in and said yes. I was a little relieved to know that she'd be coming with us. I could see Jason lighten up a little bit too. His shoulders dropped, and he came around and sat down with us.

I sometimes wondered if my mom would've loved me like Catherine loved Jason. I sometimes wondered if she would've loved me at all. I think, in a way, that scared me more than the concept of having to tell my father all the horrible things I'd done. I was so busy thinking about that, I didn't hear someone knock on the door. Catherine got up, and I blinked hard. She stepped outside and closed the door.

Jason gestured at me to look at him, and he mouthed, "Who is that?" I shrugged and went to the window to look, and I saw a ghost-like man in a red costume. "Well?"

"Some guy in a red costume with a 'D' on the chest," I explained. Jason stood up, and I grabbed his wrist. He looked like he was ready to fight someone, and it scared me to see him so angry. "No," I pleaded as I tried to hold onto him. He was stronger than he looked.

He wriggled loose and opened the door.

"What do you want with my ma?" Jason asked. I followed behind him and took hold of his wrist again. I was too scared to grab his hand. I looked at Boston and then at Jason, who had his fists balled up.

"Jason, it's okay. Boston was just asking me to the dance," Catherine reassured him as she brushed her knuckle against his cheek. "It's okay." Jason didn't move, and Catherine leaned forward and looked him in the eye. "It's okay, Sweet Pea," she whispered, and he relaxed his shoulders and went back inside.

I never thought he could be so hotheaded. He plopped down in his chair at the table. "Jason?" I whispered.

"She's gonna say no, right?" Jason asked. "She was gonna go with us. She doesn't need a date."

I opened my mouth to speak, but I realized Jason didn't want to hear my opinion. I went back to eating as I sat and listened to what he had to say. He stormed out before Catherine could come back, leaving me alone with her when she got back. "Where's Jason?" Catherine asked.

I frowned and took a sip of juice. "Why's he so upset?" I mumbled. Catherine sat across from me.

"I don't have the—. A lot of men in our life have hurt us. He's just being protective," Catherine explained, "He'll be okay once we talk."

"You aren't gonna go with him, though, right?" I questioned.

"Laney, I'm going to go with Boston, but not because I want to hurt Jason. Jason will always come first, but I have to have my own life—. Death? Afterlife? I have to have my own afterlife, Lane," Catherine replied. I fidgeted with my hands. "It'll be alright."

I started to worry after an hour passed and he didn't come back. "I'm gonna go to the lake and find him," I whispered. Catherine took a deep breath and nodded. I went out the front door and walked down to the lake, where Jason sat skipping stones with Boston.

I watched them from behind a tree. "You're not my father," Jason mumbled. I thanked whatever being responsible for super hearing. Boston looked down at Jason and nodded.

"Yeah, I know... And I'm not trying to hurt you. I just think Catherine's a real special lady," Boston whispered, "I'm not gonna hurt nobody, Jay. I can promise you that. Even if it doesn't work out, I promise I won't hurt either of you." Jason didn't look at him. He took another stone and skipped it across the lake.

Jason turned his head discreetly and looked directly at me. I froze and just stood there, staring back at him. He didn't say anything to me, but I could tell Jason knew I was listening. He flashed a smile, and I let out a breath of relief. Everything was going to be okay.

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dairy-farmer · 2 months

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Meta Prostitute Au? Oh~?

Imagine this, Bruce and Dick break up a Meta slavery ring. Save the day! But realize? Oh shit! One of these guys is ABSURDLY High Risk for re-capture, because of his power. What is it?

"Fantasy Shape". He "goes to sleep", his power reads your mind, and shape-shifts him into whoever you find most attractive. Plays out sexy scenarios until it can sense you are satisfied.

People would BURN COUNTRIES to get their hands on this kid.

Bruce looks at Dick. Who looks at Bruce. And? Agreed. Kid was never here, they are taking him and putting him up in a nice apartment somewhere. The kid is like "cool. Free house. No wrinkly creeps."

Time passes.

Kid is now a twenty something. Dick is Nightwing. Jason back alive but estranged as hell. Damian barely settling in.

Kid would like That Gucci Shit. Has a VERY profitable ability. Time to become a sugar baby! Batman says "are you TRYING to get murder kidnapped?"

Now Twink counters with "then pay me" and transforms. Is, by the very nature of his powers, COMPLETELY unaware of WHO he turns into. He's not gonna remember ANYTHING. Just wake up, probably sore, and hopefully about to get paid.

Which is why he's completely unaware~

That he turns into Tim Drake with a puss.

Perhaps even early in his Robin career. Maybe in the Sexy Costume version. Maybe both. Maybe he looks like the Robin Bruce JUST saw, but with a pretty pink slit a handful little tits. Blinking up at him with those big, trusting, needy eyes. Oh he feels so STRANGE, Bruce~ won't you help him?

It's like a gut punch.

He can't. He... he doesn't. W-Would NEVER...!

But there it is. Proof of what he wants. Teary eyed and needy. Begging him to come closer. To "help" him.

Bruce knows for a fact Tim is cis-gendered. Has... has, perhaps, had thoughts he shouldn't. Lingered on reports and video feed of those rare few incidents, when for whatever reason, Tim was made... softer.

He shouldn't.

But... some desperately justifying part of his brain hisses, if he DOESNT? The Twink will try and find someone else to pay him. Get in over his head and probably die. We're basicly saving his life!

His resolve crumbles.

And somehow? He even SMELLS like Tim. The fantasy flawless. Teasing pretty little tits. Being so gentle, at first, with that virgin little hole. Hearing his Robin whimper and cry out in pleasure as he fucks him. Teases his little pink clit and stuffs him deep and full. Dragging him up and down like a toy to be filled with seed.

Everything he denied himself.

He doesn't have too anymore, does he?

Twink gets his Prada and Bruce gets an outlet. Which makes Duck suspicious. Because Bruce is NEVER this calm and reasonable. They fight about it on the roof. Bruce desperately glad Dick didn't actually SEE, what Twink turned into. But ultimately? Dick has to agree. Better this then unnecessary risks.

He talks to Twink.

Who would pass up Nightwing? Even if you couldn't remember it?

Nightwing will never admit to ANYONE what happens. Tim with a puss. His perfect "girl", huh? Arms held out to him, loving smile in place. Waiting for a kiss. Dick is going to hell. He cant bring himself to care.

It's so good he could cry.

But two for two acting fishy? Jason snoops. Working boy, huh? Tries to interview him. Twink panics at the sight of a Crime Lord. Tim + Puss+ Jason's shirt + He forgives you. Come get some.

....OH. So THATS why they come here.

Jason... should... should say no... he thinks, even as he's getting naked. He gets sounds out of Not-Tim that put porn to shame. Were the puss not temporary and shape-shifting, Twink would ABSOLUTELY be pregnant. He gets breakfast.

And frankly, Twink has the morality of a prison shank. When Damian tracks him down? Well? Pay him and he'll show you, bat-brat. WHY Batman visits this "den of iniquity". Seething, Damian does.

Turns out he? Really, REALLY wants Sexy CEO Tim with a Puss to admit he's a better Robin but then pin him to the floor and ride him. Call him pet names. Just milk him DRY with his sexy, sexy, CEO femdom puss.

Damian stumbles home vaguely shell-shocked and Reflecting On Some Stuff that he learned today.

And Tim? Has been having the time of his life, getting off it, since day one. Because he was stalking Batman. As usual. It's his go-to comfort activity. And he is starting to seriously consider getting a magic user to give him some sort of gender swap medallion or something. You know... for Vauge Bat Reasons.

Oh look! Nearly time for Bruce's weekly "extra patrol route". Better get the lube and get comfy~ Tim's got a show to enjoy.

-🐼🐼🐼

good for tim 😍😍😍!!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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I keep thinking about the Batman x Danny Phantom x Legend of Zelda: BOTW crossover

Like, who do you think would cross dress to get into Garudo town? Would Danny need to wear the Rito clothing like Tim or does he keep his cold resistance/ regain it by then? < That would be interesting to have as a separate power. How many years would they be stuck in Hyrule? In my first playthrough I went nuts exploring everything the Great Plateau had to offer and I legit spent two real life months uncovering every secret I could. Do you realize how many "in game days" that was?

I'm sure Danny and Tim wouldn't spend that much time up there but they sure as heck aren't leaving anytime soon.

Speaking of anytime soon, Breath Of The Wild has a sequel coming out (Tears Of The Kingdom) and I want Tim and Danny to also go through whatever fresh hell is awaiting us there. Tim starts making or commissioning his own weapons cause he's tired of using spears that break after fifteen hits.

Speaking of using spears instead of his usual bo staff, do you think Tim would be okay killing monsters? They're pretty much demons and are pretty mindless to be honest. I know Danny would be squeamish about it at first.

How do you think they would react to Prince Sidon, Teba and the others? Ohhh, they would probably be careful to hide thier ears in this au so people don't freak out. Fae rules say to search shadows and count the teeth, but I rarely hear to check the ears.

By the time Danny and Tim get back to thier home dimensions they have at least 11 safe houses together a large arsenal of weaponry, five horses, several horse drawn wagons, futuristic tech courtesy of Tim's and Dannys combined skills, a magical tablet that Tim refuses to let out of his sight (Zelda isn't getting that back, is she?)

Another thing, I want them to have the dlc. Imaging Tim wearing Majoras Mask. Monsters are already confused by Phantom but now Tim is giving off ominous vibes too, lol.

I want Danny to rescue Tim at some point by riding on a bear and having the bear fight with him still mounted on it. It was at this moment Tim knew he was in love...and that Danny was out of his freaking mind.

I love the batfam getting protective of Tim when he returns because the guy he disappeared with all those years ago (or any amount of time you want thats to dimensional time shenanigans) gives off evil eldrich vibes. No one but Jason approves of thier relationship. Jason doesn't feel the vibes and is helping them any chance he gets. He likes Danny and thinks he and Tim are a good fit together.

I also think its hilarious if they treat Tim like Daddys little girl when in reality Tim is the top in this situation. Let Tim have top energy. He's still shorter than Danny when they grow into adults and Tim is more blushy but hes the Top.

Also I want Bruce's reaction to finding out Danny and Tim are engaged.

I have more but this post is getting long

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc x loz #dc x dp x loz #dp x dc #dc x dp #dc #let me have cute short king tops #i think i deserve it

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babygirl-but-a-boy · 9 months

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Reverse Robins AU Ideas

Duke is the oldest but (Like Dick) he was never formally adopted

I don't think 16 -year-old Duke would vibe with Damian (I'd imagine Duke started at 14)

Tim becomes Robin- Damian becomes Nightwing, Damian gets the name from Jon (canonically Dick got it from Clark- its kryptonian), Duke stays as the signal

When Tim takes a break from being Robin, Bruce gets Stephanie (canonically accurate) But Steph dies

Tim comes back as Robin

Stephanie becomes Red Hood

they all have bird names but they have different birds (Robin was Dick's name, so each person would have a different name, no legacy names, just a legacy position)

Damian goes to the Circus when Dicks Parents die, and adopts him

at this point dick either goes by Flamebird or robin

maybe he goes by robin and then when he gets older he become flamebird

cass is never close with Steph (I could go into detail about why, in this universe they wouldn't) suffice to say, Cass is super against killing, and finds it personally disrespectful (canonically) when someone who uses the Bat mantle kills people

Babs probably doesn't become a vigilante because she probably would never meet dick, but Im not sure on how she canonically became a superhero- id need to read more about her

damian (as nightwing) does not become a cop- realistically I don't think he'd even need to work given his al ghul side of the family and part of me thinks he'd become a painter (under a pseudonym, he would want the wayne name being the art) and go that way, or he work with animals

dick did not have formal education in the circus and I think Damian (someone who was trained with private tutors and hated going to formal schooling/Gotham Academy) wouldn't make him- so Damian would homeschool him

alternatively dick might not have even become a vigilante, damian might have helped him process his anger toward his parents death or smth idk

when damian learned about Steph- he brought her to the lazarus pit himself and brought her back to life, but then she ran off and they lost contact, when she came back as the red hood, it made their relationship compliacted

it also complicates damians reltaionship with tim, and tims reltionship with stephanie

jason would be bruces apprentice

Duke or Cass become batman after bruce "dies", around the same time Damian becomes Nightwing

Bruce didnt want Damian becoming Batman and it was a contention in their relationship (lack of trust) so when Bruce "died" he didn't become batman

jason is robin, and Tim figures out how to bring Bruce bacl but because hes older and closer to damian, damian actually helps him and thats how Tim meets Ras Al Ghul

the teen titans are formed by tim before he becomes batman

so it goes Duke, Damian, Tim, Steph, Cass, Jason, Dick (ish)

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spookyprime · 1 year

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Ok it’s the same anon as before but my mind is now drug addled so I apologize if stuff doesn’t make sense but god DAMN do I have questions (and obviously no pressure if you don’t wanna answer them no offense will be taken only love in this household tonight <3) but YEA does Jason still come back to life or is he permanently dead? If he does come back what’s his deal? I’m assuming with Damian being well adjusted (ish) that that means BRUCE must’ve done some personal growth at some point so if Jason does come back is he still angry at Bruce or is their relationship ok and like YEAH. I’m also very curious about the whole joker jr to regular(ish) person route Tim takes and stuff like that, and also how their age reversals affect other characters. Is Bart even in this au bc depending on which canon you look at I feel like Tim being there is a part of him being sent back (plz keep in mind I am v high and probably v wrong) ugh I just wanna know it all. You are SO good at AUs and art and I wanna know all the little brain worms that make up this au

Jason will still come back but I am leaning toward the idea of them finding him when hes still catatonic instead of waiting for the league to get ahold of him. There's a lot more bats prowling around gotham this time around- someone is sure to see him.

The jj to normal-but-maladjusted route is taken with lots of therapy and patience. He will never be..."right" again, but you know, with lots of love and support he can get close. I figure he takes a backseat role with Duke and works the comms sometimes. There's probably a period of time where he's in an institution- probably arkham- but with the power of ☆money☆ he probably doesn't stay there long. And he isn't like a pit mad Jason who fully believes he's doing the right thing; when he's Tim he's horrified by his actions as jj. Which I think would make reconciliation with Bruce over killing people a lot easier. (Not that I think canon Tim actually has THAT much issue with killing people given his track record in red robin) but he would still be horrified by his own actions.

Bart is here because if Bart isn't here I may cry. Young Justice is Jason's group so he isn't a part of that- but he's still around. I don't know enough about the outlaws to suggest If core 4 outlaws is a good thing or not but that's where my mind is headed.

#reverse robins au

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destefaniart · 9 months

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I've been debating what to discuss here for a while and I think I'll talk about one of the aus I should probably start sketching soon because I'll lose track of it when school begins again.

The first big au I have is batfam related, I think I made a post about it some months ago, and the premise is about how the joker is found death one day and the police and the batfam start to investigate about it.

Gotham citizens are fairly happy about jokers demise, but they're worried about who ended with his life, since the joker had not had anyone able to end him before, despite all the terror and misery he constantly put people through.

This leads to a whole debate about what should be done to the person who killed him, and that puts a lot of pressure in the GCPD, who had been investigating the case already, but now needs to get some results soon to keep operating relatively normally.

The batfam on the other hand, is the nuclear pov on this, obvly, and all of them are handling the news a bit differently.

Jason is by fat the most vocal about it, he is very very happy with the development of events at first, but his curiosity for who actually managed to finish his enemy starts to get the best of him, and he slowly starts to question if The batfam, a family of the greatest detectives is actually doing enough to uncover the truth.

On top of that, Bruce starts sulking more and more on the investigation as per usual, and he can't help but go back to his old resentments to the situation of his own death and later resurrection, which starts to wear them both down progressively, making the both of them snap at each other.

Jason ends up being pulled apart from the case because he is starting to take it too personally,and not taking well the situations and clues. So he starts his own investigation.

I can't help but think that there are some joker apologists in Gotham, or outside of it, for whatever reason. so, after the investigation is brought to the public by the media, there's a lot of scrutiny regarding batman and his way of investigating stuff and the public start to speculate about the batfam's involvement in Jokers death.

This prompts the previous apologists to try to uncover the truth, and some videos of the batfam and the jokers old fight are revealed. Jason witnesses the footage of Bruce's fights with the joker just after his death, and he is suddenly confronted by what Bruce tried to tell him back then, about how he did Grieve Jason.

And Jason... Doesn't know how to deal with that, he knew Bruce did Grieve him, but he had always felt that he didn't do it how Jason would have liked him to. He wanted to be avenged, he wanted the joker to die and to not hurt anyone. He wanted Bruce to put Him over his mission. He wanted Batman to make Justice, by killing the joker. And he Knows , he does, that he wasn't entirely wrong, about the joker just. Continuously hurting people but seeing Bruce take actions so brutal and directly makes the prospect real and different from what he expected.

It doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel how he wanted it to feel. And he is suddenly unable to know how to feel about Bruce acting like that because of him. It was just what he wanted, why... Why does it feel like this now? It's just so... Unlike Bruce, the Bruce he learned to accept now, the Bruce he loved since he was a child... And the caring figure he saw is hard to reconcile with the brutal batman he envisions now.

That's when suddenly, a video of Dick killing the joker, before, comes to light, and all the standards that jason had to adapt to himself to be welcome back in to the family seems to shatter before his eyes. Dick, who has always been able to redeem villains, to give second chances, who is know as the most trustworthy person in the cape community, maybe second person, just behind superman... Dick did that because of Tim... But also. Because of the memory of what happened to Jason.

And, Jason

So he goes to talk to the batfam about it. And that's the basic of the au lol

I just want them to actually confront a lot of the stuff they constantly argue about and yeah I'm focusing more on Jason's pov but I think a lot of characters need to discuss Jason's death and how they confronted that reality and the subsequent reveal of Jason's resurrection so YEAAAAH have a half baked au

#long post #long loooong post.#sorry for rambling so much #i just adore this au #i should come up with a name for it #batfam #jason todd #bruce wayne #red hood #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #pls do not take this as 'jason was wrong about how he felt after his death'#i think that thats a very nouanced thing that happened in cannon and both jason and bruce had very valid reasons #to take the actions they took #specially in modern views and takes of how that developed #jason and bruces relationship is in itself a tragedy i adore #and theres a very cool video on youtube analysing the utrh movie talking about it that i really liked #ill link it later if i remember the name

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redjaybathood · 1 year

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Had a weird idea I wanted to share, Batman AU, but with their comic timelines.

What I mean is like... Bruce started in 1939, Dick came into his life in 1940, Jason arrived on the scene in 1983 when Dick is like 42 and Bruce is 54, then only comes back to life in like, 2001 maybe? Then comes back as Red Hood in his canonical debut date.

Meanwhile Tim is 1989, Steph 1992, Cass 1999, while Duke is 2013.

Damian is tricky cos Birth of the Demon was released in 1993 so Bruce would be like 64 I guess, but its probably still workable?

No idea what to do with such a timeline, but the thought interests me.

So the best thing out of it is, Jason really was dead for thirty years and he's awfully out of touch with technology and cultural references, like that one panda redd video suggests.

It would, however, make Cass significantly younger than both Tim and Steph! She's a baby! They out to have graduated college and got jobs by the time she shows up, sixteen years old, give or take.

So like, while I do admire Bruce having so much energy to spare that he fathers a child when he's in his seventies. But let's say that regardless of his personal life, and professional too - Bane broke his back in the nineties - he retires soon after.

Hell, Dick retires. He's pretty close in age to Bruce. By the time 00s rolled around, he raised several generations of heroes, on Titans team. He established Titans Academy, with Roy, Donna, Wally, Garth - the old timers. Although it's probably only he and Roy who feel the pass if time in this group.

I vote for War Games not happening/happening without Steph's involvement because in 1992 she was like 14??? Born in +/- 1978? In mid-00s she would be 20+. She would care fuck all for Bruce's opinion and wouldn't even want to be Robin. Oh, I forgot, Bruce already retired at that point. I guess Azrael, or Helena, or Cass, or, and hear me out, Kate is the Bat now. So this whole nonsense just - never happens. Sionis does start a gang war but it has zero to do with Steph.

So Jason, sixteen, seventeen, comes back to Gotham, Tim's an adult and still a Robin, Jason is thinking like, ugh, cringe. Not in so many words but yeah. So Titans Tower doesn't happen. The only blood drawn between them is barbs they trade, probably.llll

Do you think Jason would be too overwhelmed by the changes to pull a UtRH? I dunno but it feels like.

#asks #fic ideas

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 2 years

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dry your eyes and start believing

gen (obviously) | 1490 words | Battle for the Cowl AU

"Be my Robin."

The offer doesn't come with the or else that Tim expected. It doesn't come with a threat, or a fight, just the flashing green-blue eyes of the person closest to what Tim thinks of as a brother. Granted, also the guy who's nearly killed him in the past, but right now he's just his brother, eyes so intensely green that if it were darker Tim thinks he'd still be able to see them, a little uncanny because he knows that's what happens when Jason gets most upset, and they're all upset right now, and everything just sucks, and Tim doesn't want to think about it.

He knows Jason is on the verge of a breakdown, because so is he. And so is Dick, much as he might try to hide it. So is Cass, and that's why she went to Hong Kong, because the person who anchored her to the world is- gone. Not dead. Gone.

He also knows exactly what Jason is asking. He knows Dick doesn't really want the cowl, the responsibility and age beyond his years of living up to Bruce as Batman, and Tim certainly doesn't freaking want it either. Jason is the one with the connection to Gotham, the darkness of the city thrumming in his veins just as much as magic mountain dew from Nanda Parbat. If he were a little more steady, his eyes a little less green, it would make all the sense in the world.

Tim knows what Robin means. It means grace — he thinks of Dick and his red-green-yellow flips, now black and blue zipping from the top of a building to the ground without a grapple, because he's always loved to fly — and it means magic — Tim lifts his head from the computer to stare back at Jason, whose gaze still hasn't faltered. Magic can mean a lot of things, he thinks, and the definition can change. Zatanna would probably back him up on that. — and it means hope. It means light, when Batman is at his darkest, because that's what Tim came here to bring. They both needed it.

And now they do again, but it's Jason instead of Bruce, a kid who's just lost his dad instead of the other way around. Tim blinks owlishly, thinks back to his earliest days trying to keep Batman and his adversaries alive, trying to give back life that was taken, and the human representation of that is standing right in front of him. Tim's surprised he hasn't gone batcrap — pun only slightly intended — insane yet. He's surprised none of them have.

"Okay," he says, finally. "Sure."

Jason startles, eyes flickering into something more blue. "Really?"

Tim nods. "One condition."

Jason frowns and Tim knows what he's thinking, the wariness that comes from years of fighting Bruce's no-kill rule. But Tim isn't Bruce, thank God, no matter how similar they might sometimes be, and as well as he knows his own moral code, he's not about to cause a knock-down drag-out fight over it in the Batcave when he's already just. So tired. He became Robin to keep Batman true to himself; he can keep doing the same now. "What," Jason finally asks, voice flat.

"Stay at the Manor."

It would be a lie for Tim to say he doesn't flinch when Jason jerks away from where he's been leaning against the computer, hands flung in the air before he crosses his arms over his chest. Tim stays sitting, watches his brother out of the corner of his eye as he paces, listens as he swears up a storm. In any other circumstance, it might be funny.

They're not often alone down here; usually if Jason is around Dick is doing his best to pester him, the right of eldest siblings everywhere. Usually, Alfred would be giving a mild-mannered lecture about appropriate language. But now, Dick is upstairs trying to get through to a tiny, bitter child assassin who wants Tim dead, and Tim has no clue where Alfred is. It's not uncommon, the butler is as sneaky as any of the residents of the house, but right now it's unsettling. Tim has the sudden need to know the exact location of everyone he cares about, a sense that's been following him around ever since Bruce- well. He supposes it makes sense.

There's almost an apathy around the house right now, in the few days following a burial without a body. It's like no one wants to move, or knows what to do now. Anything that could have been reasonably planned out has passed them by and he wonders if any of them can even remember what they said at the burial.

"Why the hell is that your one condition?" Jason grumbles. "You know as well as I do that me being here is not a good idea. Especially not with the demon kid."

"Bad idea for you, or for all of us?" Tim asks, leveling Jason with a quiet stare. He doesn't have the energy to actually act all tough, but it seems to work anyway. "This is home base," he adds as an explanation, though he probably could have left it at this is home. "And I think it's a bad idea for us to scatter. Like it or not, we're family."

And if Damian comes up with any murder plans, it can't hurt to have the Red Hood on his side. But Tim doesn't say that. He just watches, slowly spinning his computer chair, as Jason paces some more, nervous, hurting energy — Tim knows because he feels some of the same — coming out in the form of a sudden hard punch to the nearest training bag. Tim is just glad it wasn't him.

When the bag, set up on a floor stand, finally tips over — after about thirty more seconds and one angry, formless shove— Jason turns back to Tim. Tim, who definitely does not cast a wary glance at where his bo staff is leaning against the edge of the computer terminal. Jason catches the look and glares, white shock of hair falling over his eyes. "Fine," he snaps. "I'll stay here if you'll be my Robin."

Tim blinks, not expecting the relatively easy acquiescence, and suddenly wonders if Jason isn't just as lonely as he is. He's read all about birth order — or in their case, adoption order. Middle children are the forgotten. The ones who, when asked, can only say that they're outsiders. Dick is the eldest, the first son, and Damian has to be the baby of a family that never knew about him, even though he's the least childlike child Tim has ever met. He and Jason are outsiders in a family of outsiders. Maybe that's why Jason wants him, of all people, the Replacement, Pretender, the cuckoo in the nest, as his Robin. Maybe that's why they're sticking together now.

He stands, levers himself up from the chair feeling far too tired for someone who actually got six hours of sleep last night despite his own best efforts. "Okay," he repeats, and offers a hand to shake on it. It isn't just agreement, though, it's a sign of trust. Jason could crush his fingers, snap his wrist with a twist of his own, if he wanted to. And yeah, he's done it before, but despite his own wariness, Tim wants to believe that Jason won't hurt him again. Not now.

Jason stares him down, a head taller and something wary in his own eyes. If Jason could hurt him physically, Tim is probably the most capable of causing emotional damage in return. He sees more on that front than most people do, even if Dick talks about it more. But Tim's purpose as Robin, no matter who he's partnering with, is to keep everyone in one piece. If that means physical safety, it's simpler. But if it means evening out his older brother's temper — magic, he knows, even if it isn't the same magic from when he was Robin — then he can do that too. When Jason takes his hand, he thinks that's understood.

Batman is darkness and protection, and Robin is light. Flickering, tired light, maybe, but light nonetheless. Bruce isn't gone, Tim won't believe that, and he thinks Jason doesn't want to either. There's a sense that this is temporary. Tim thinks they can make it work.

In another universe, another set of circumstances, even just minutely different from their own, the agreement would never come. There would be a fight and pain and Tim wouldn't be able to do anything to fix it, much as he wanted to — much as he sees. But in this one, middle children stick together. And Robin means grace, magic, hope, and Tim is all of those things that he's made himself, all those things they desperately need right now. It doesn't come with a fight. It's just who they are.

#friendly note that the author has never read a single comic I'm just vibin based on stuff i read online skfjskfjskf #shoutout to robin (brown little); nightwing (called-kept); disco (tea); and kaylie for filling me in about various dc things btw #Lu writes #batfam #tim drake #jason todd #btw this is just a crosspost from like a couple weeks ago

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a-sour-nectarine · 2 years

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Reverse Robins AU

New au! A standard reverse au, but spicy. Here's a guide/timeline of all of their arrivals and inductions into the team!

We start with Duke! Duke Thomas, wanting revenge on Joker for driving his parents insane, talks a young Bruce Wayne into letting him join. He does have powers, though. His meta status is the only reason Bruce lets him out in the field. He is jokingly referred to as "The Bat's Signal," as his appearance means that Batman isn't far behind.

Damian is next. Sent by his mother to assassinate the possible competition for his father's inheritance and legacy, ten-year-old Damian attacks a 16-year-old Duke. That doesn't work out so well.

Damian becomes Shadow. Where The Signal heralds Batman's arrival, Shadow follows behind, tying up loose ends.

Following Damian's arrival by three years is Cass. Her story is very similar to what it is in canon, except, she shows up in Wayne Manor as an 8-year-old. She runs straight there, basically.

Cass's brothers adore her. She's probably the only reason Duke visits anymore.

Then Damian dies. And Bruce breaks.

Batman is alone. No Signal, no Shadow.

Then along comes a precocious 13-year-old by the name of Timothy Drake.

Tim forces his way into the Shadow mantle in a desperate attempt to keep Bruce afloat. It works. But Tim doesn't come alone. A girl, who Bruce has fought with before, seems to be a part of the Tim Drake package.

Spoiler joins the team. She and Tim are frighteningly competent, a perfect pair. Bruce jokes that they barely even need him.

(Bruce also wonders when he decided he would allow regular teenagers into this life.)

Stephanie, eager to get out of the shadow her father has held over her, takes on the name of Batgirl. Tim thinks the name is stupid. Bruce absolutely does not cry.

Then Damian returns. He returns from Hell to a house full of laughter and two new siblings.

(He's not entirely mad about it)

He takes the name of Nightwing.

Duke has already claimed Tim, so Damian's favorite sibling is automatically Stephanie. They aren't so different.

He's gone when she's murdered. Blown to bits by the Joker after a bond-tearing fight with Tim pushed her from Gotham. Damian can't make himself attend the funeral, but the Joker doesn't live much longer. He visits her grave only when the blood on his hands has dried.

Tim is wrecked. His best friend is dead and it's his fault. He runs. It isn't the first time. It won't be the last. Duke chases after him.

When they come back, Duke is crippled. He lost one leg at the hip and the other below the knee. Prosthetics can only do so much. He doesn't interact with his family for months.

Until a masked Spoiler-Copy ambushes him in his apartment, demanding to know who killed the Joker.

He says Nightwing did. Now there are three people who know that truth. The fake Spoiler seems incredibly angry.

Duke panics and calls Tim. Damian went dark months ago, but Tim can find anyone at any time. He will know how to alert Damian. But he doesn't. Someone is running around, leaving a trail of blood, tainting Stephanie's memory. He confronts the imposter.

It's not an imposter. It is Stephanie. And she is directing all her Lazarus-Pit-Rage at the person who drove her away in the first place. Tim himself.

Damian comes back to Gotham to try and calm his little sister.

It doesn't work, but at least she isn't trying to kill Tim anymore.

Duke becomes Oracle, unable to completely leave the team behind. They don't know how they survived without him before.

Damian finds a tiny Jason Todd, stealing the tires off the Batmobile. Jason fills the void of The Shadow left by Tim's graduation to Crimson Shade.

Then Bruce dies.

Jason doesn't believe it. The only person who agrees is Tim. They set off to find someone who can help them. That person is Ra's al Ghul.

In anger over the Tim's refusal to become the next Demon's head, Ra's kills him. Jason convinces Talia to help him, and she resurrects him with the pit. Tim returns to life with two goals: protect Jason and retrieve Bruce. Ra's al Ghul is the path to both of those things.

Jason is afraid. As soon as they have enough information to find Bruce in the timestream, he sends a copy to the JLA and deletes the original.

Tim is a little broken. His two objectives clash. He rises up in the League, until he is high-profile enough for Damian to find him.

Damian has been searching for a year. He is Batman. He's adopted a child. An acrobat's son. Steph has passed the mantle of Batgirl on to a 14-year-old Cass.

Damian confronts his mother. She is romantically involved with his 18-year-old brother. That's where Damian draws the line.

Tim, Jason, and Damian return to Gotham. Bruce has been brought back, Dick becoming his Shadow. Damian is furious with Bruce and Duke for letting that happen, he leaves.

He goes to Stephanie. Stephanie exists in the only part of the world the Bats will not touch. If they acknowledge her, they have to acknowledge that she is a criminal, a crime boss, sitting on top of an empire.

Damian joins her. It's a family business. Spoiler and The Prince of Gotham are names whispered in the alleys, criminals who hunt criminals. They use Talia's connections for their own gain. She is a terrible mother, but she is their terrible mother.

Damian balances Steph out, and she calms him down. Their existence is still ignored by the larger family.

Dick is inconsolable after Damian leaves. Bruce sets him up on a playdate with the commissioner's daughter, Barbara. They get along well, despite the three year age gap.

Barbara is smart. She notices things about Dick, and she notices things about the new Shadow.

Cass trains her and passes the name of Batgirl down, as Steph had done before.

Years later, Dick understands the implications of being a Shadow. He becomes Robin. Barbara, painting herself a comedian, counters with her own name of Sparrow.

She doesn't want to admit it, but Batgirl comes with too much baggage of it's own. It's easier to make it a joke.

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thatawkwardmoth · 2 years

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Batfamily Encanto Au Chapter One:

"Do not get dirty, do you understand me!" There was the sound of giggling and a small chorus of agreements, but Jeremiah didn't believe them for a second.

"I mean it. Timothy can not get dirty before his ceremony!" A cackle sounded from behind him before his youngest darted towards a ginger maniac.

"Timmy will be fine! He's not even in his suit yet." Miah rolled his eyes at his twin and sent the older three away. There was apparently a talk he had to have with Jerome.

Dick, Jason, and Cass ran (and flew, in Dick's case) around freely, confidently using the gifts given to them. He could see Bruce turning away from the preparations to oversee his children. He looked on with pride and amazement.

The estate was to be perfect by sundown. Not a flower out of place, not a speck of dust anywhere. Just like the other three times. This ceremony was going to be one of the most important days of Timothy's life.

The day he got his gift, his piece of the miracle, his own blessing.

Jeremiah couldn't be more excited. Despite this, his youngest looked unsure in his twin's arms.

"What if-What if my gift doesn't help the city?" Jerome ruffled the raven hair all his brother's children had with a soft grin.

"Every gift is a good gift. Do you remember us telling Cass that at her ceremony?" Timmy nodded.

Cassandra's miracle was enhanced senses. It was complicated to find her a role where her gift worked to help them, but they did eventually. She flourished with her power in the end.

"I mean, look at Bruce's. All he does is make Gotham rainy and cold all the time with his brooding!" Jerome was excellent with Timothy. Jeremiah couldn't help but notice this fact every time the pair interacted.

Timothy laughed at his uncle's antics and squirmed until Jerome released him. To the surprise of the twins, he headed to his temporary room instead of outside.

"Where are you going, Tim?" The bright-eyed boy turned back to them with a short spin.

"Getting ready! I'm going to be able to help the family!" Miah tidied his suit and started towards the kitchen, ignoring the tears prickling his eyes.

Timothy had helped them multiple times since he was born; he didn't even know it. He could venture a guess on what his gift could be.

Jerome followed him up, not believing a single word out of Timothy's mouth. Not once had Tim cheered up that fast.

And damn, does it feel good to be correct. Tim was hiding under his bed, one hand tugging at his hair and the other tapping on the floor. Probably morse code for Cassandra.

The choked sobs and quick gasps coming from Tim having an anxiety attack put Jerome in crisis mode.

"I got him, Cass." He muttered under his breath and then cleared his throat.

"Hey ducky," He rasped, "Can you let go of your hair?" Tim's wide eyes turned to him, and he forced a smile. "There's no reason to be scared."

He got underneath the bed, curling up beside his duck before taking in a deep breath and leading Tim through his breathing exercises.

"There we go," he whispered and nudged his arm. "It's okay." When Timmy calmed down, he glanced at the clock.

"I wish you and papa could have doors." He whispered. Jerome blinked.

That had never come up before. Miah and Jerome never got a magical gift, but they never minded. It was just a normal part of life now.

"Some of us don't need doors. We have a family like this, what more could we ask for?" The floorboards started to shake as a clock alarm rang. "That's our cue, kid."

He held his hand out and twirled the boy when he stood.

"You're going to be amazing, Timmy."

Jeremiah crouched in front of Jason, adjusting his tie one last time before footsteps started towards the foyer. He straightened himself out and turned to the sound.

Jerome led Timothy in, announcing his arrival to the small group of people in the house, then ducking out to greet their guests.

The youth was in a red tuxedo with shiny black shoes, fiddling with his cuffs.

Water hitting the floor brought his attention to the figure of his husband leaning down to embrace Tim.

"Mon Coeur, you are going to get him all wet." Miah brushed away the cloud hovering above them and pulled away, holding Bruce close to him.

"I'm ready now. Can we get this started?" Jeremiah had to chuckle at that.

"Nope! Everyone has to be here!" Dick squeezed his brother, lifting off the ground for a split-second. "I can't wait!" Dick squeezed him tightly with a cackle. Eventually, the ball of energy was shoved aside by his much rougher brother. Tim now stood before Jason.

"You'll do fine. You just walk up the stairs and touch the doorknob, magic happens, you get to stay in your room until dinner." It was a very peaceful exchange of words. And yet, Jason seemed to calm him down the most, narrowing the ceremony to only the moves, no emotions.

How very Bruce.

Timothy stood beside Jason while everyone flooded in, one hand twitching towards Cass with every new swarm.

But eventually, the crowd was silent, with Timothy at the bottom of the staircase. He looked so mature, but he was starting to shake. Jerome made an aborted move to reach out, with only Jeremiah blocking him from doing so. Miah believed in his son.

But he seemed to be wrong.

Jeremiah watched as he froze, unable to move. It was heartbreaking to watch as his eyes filled with tears and how he turned to Jason with a pitiful look.

"I need you," Broke the silence around them. Miah held fast to Jerome's arms so he wouldn't rush over and ruin this perfectly crafted memory.

Jason moved to stand beside him in a tuxedo a few shades darker than Tim's, almost matching but not quite, as always. He always seemed to be taller and more sturdy than the others. His gift, the gift of strength, the one that could crush a wall in a second of rage, was nowhere to be seen as he took his little brother's hand.

"Come on," He prompted. "Let's get you to your door."

And with the first step, Jason and Tim began the climb.

Jeremiah wanted to follow behind, Tim's little legs scampering behind Jason's longer strides, hiding a bit behind him as they approached Bruce. He wanted to be the one Timothy turned to halfway up and wanted to be the one who steadily kept moving to show his youngest that there was no harm.

His husband held a candle, the candle. The one still burning with the blessings they'd been given. Jason moved aside and stood by the railing as Tim observed the sacred gift.

(His curious little bird, Bruce had thought that night. Jeremiah had wanted to laugh when he heard about that reflection, but everything had been so fresh.)

When prompted by his father, Timothy approached the old door, shimmering gold with untapped magic.

Everyone around him took in a collective breath as that pale hand finally grabbed the handle.

But then Jeremiah wanted to scream, 'stop!' with all his heart.

Because before their eyes, the gold faded. It didn't open in a magnificent show, didn't lead Timothy into a room crafted by his imagination, didn't carve a portrait of himself in the wood like everyone else's.

It just faded.

The magic slipped out of Timothy's hands and left only a plain door behind, showing a sliver of the rooms that Wayne Manor had plenty.

Dick turned to him with a confused look. He didn't have any answers to the question that went unsaid.

Timothy turned to his father with a shocked look, quickly turning into worry as Bruce turned away.

There were no words. What were they supposed to say? Why wasn't Timothy worthy? Did the curse die out? What would this mean for any other kids brought into their family?

The candle was still burning, still casting its light on Tim's hunched figure. But there was no cry of joy and no new power flaunted.

Jeremiah could no longer hold back Jerome as he raced up the stairs, so he just started ushering out the guests. When he finally looked back up at the grand banister, Jason was the only child there. And Bruce was thundering, fighting with his middle child.

He didn't see Timothy until dinner.

He didn't look any of them in the eye and instead sat beside Jerome. Jerome, who had changed Tim out of his suit and into a pair of pajamas, who'd done Miah and Bruce's job and comforted their son until his tears dried up.

They ate in silence. Anytime Dick opened his mouth, Jason would glare and kick him under the table until it closed again.

Alfred watched it with a bittersweet smile. He called the youngest into the kitchen after the meal, giving him a small cookie.

"Your gift only works on wounds and bruises." The child whispered. "Not on failures." Alfred shook his head over that.

"I lived many years with no miracle nor any blessings." He turned to the couple in the doorway with a stern glare. "And a thing I learned about life, Master Tim, is that your gifts do not make the person you become."

Timothy shrugged and slumped off the stool. With a hug to Alfred's legs and a goodnight, he was off to his room.

Not a glorious circus that was like Dick's room, nor an enormous library like Jason's. Or even a kingdom of clouds with a corner dedicated to the fluffiest bed ever like Cassandra's. Just a plain room.

He sat on his bed, not even attempting to fall asleep. He knew that he was the target of ridicule in his dreams. What kind of idiot didn't get a gift?

It didn't have to do with blood relations or how you helped Bruce. That theory had ruled that out years ago. Maybe-

"Timothy?" A hand on his shoulder knocked him out of his thoughts. "Can I speak to you?" Tim's heart stopped.

Here it was, the worst outcome he'd thought.

"I don't have anything packed yet! You can't send me away now! Please, just one more day!" His breath hitched as he stared into the pale blue of Miah's eyes.

"Send you away?" Came the confused reply. "Why would we-" And then it clicked for him.

"Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, if you think for a goddamn second we're just going to throw you out because you don't have powers, you're sorely mistaken."

"But I know why I didn't get a gift, Papa!" Tim exclaimed back at him. "Because I forced my way into this house. I had parents already, and they were fine. I shoved myself into your family after they died. The miracle shouldn't go to greedy people!"

He sounded so sure of himself that Miah had to wipe his tears away before cuddling up to his son by the headboard.

"Janet and Jack were neglectful, you know what that word means, I assume?" At Timothy's nod, he kissed the top of his head. "When you first came to this house, you were about a week old. So tiny that I was scared you were going to break in five seconds."

"You didn't. You stayed with us for four weeks. A month of your life that your parents, the biological ones, missed because of some project somewhere, some meeting that couldn't be missed." Jeremiah looked down at his boy and grinned.

"You came back so often we heard your first words, we caught your first steps, we knew you better than they did." A short throat clear, and he was back to his monologue. "And when your parents passed, we were the only ones who realized how smart you are and how much you needed this family."

"Papa-"

"You never forced your way in, Timothy. You were always apart of it."

"Then why didn't I get a gift?" Jeremiah sucked in a breath and squeezed the boy closer. The crack in his voice was the end of Jeremiah's rope.

"I don't know why. That is a question I don't have an answer for and I'm sorry."

They didn't talk again, just stayed there cuddled up in Timothy's yellow room, acting like Tim's world wasn't falling apart.

Or that the boy across the hall was about to be forgotten from the family.

#bruce wayne #jerome valeska #tim drake #batfamily #batdad #encanto #tim and jason are the best brothers #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake and jason todd

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my mind is already turning and married au!talia was absolutely a mentor figure to babs and probably gets tea n coffee with gordon often to make up for her husband's night life (not that she can bring it up) and they just kind of commiserate also ajsjdhsf does this mean jason is the one who gets bricked by steph

since talia doesn't hide her face and she's pretty much all the time by batman's side, especially since the second robin appeared, commissioner probably knows who batman is but doesn't say a word, even when talia brings jason for his tutoring sessions and afterwards both waynes and gordons have a dinner together,

talia promised barbara if she ever wants to, she'd stray aside from batman's typical way of dealing with rogues and kill joker, to which barbara thanks her and says she's stronger than that clown and working on her physical therapy,

jason loves talia like a mom and after ethiopia, talia offers to bring jason and damian to visit ra's in one of his luxury industrial sized mediterranean properties, and bruce, after some arguing and empty nest syndrome symptoms, wishes them good summer vacation, and now without his children, trains with tim who ends up being a substitute robin for the summer, and when jason, talia, and damian come back, jason's furious at bruce for not telling him about tim being a robin now, and bruce and talia get into fight because what bruce did was reckless, though he don't know if talia knew about tim being a robin over the summer

and now we have two robins! at the same time! dick is crying and trashing on the floor when he comes to visit, seeing jason and tim in robin outfits together, can't stop laughing and alfred has to remove damian napping in his arms because dick is so loud but he can't help it there's two of them now and then jason says he can't say a word considering his current nightwing costume

and if it's tim that steph hits with a brick, well, shit happens

#starry-river-serval #postcrisis batfamily au

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Tumblr said they couldn't send this ask so I'm resending this.

AU where JayTim were boyfriends before Jason died and no one knew. Not wanting his boyfriend's legacy to be ruined, he becomes Robin. Bruce and Dick becomes enamored with this soft, soft creature that brought light in their darkest times. They spent the next few years trying to seduce and groom Tim to them but Tim is oblivious to it all. He's still hung up on his Robin.

Then Jason comes back and learns he's been replaced from Talia. He doesn't know it's Tim. Talia never told him because she was jealous of the boy that has her beloved wrapped around his finger. She knows there's a chance that Jason wouldn't harm Tim so she's gambling on the chance that he's far into his Pit madness to bother learning about his replacement's identity.

So Jason goes to the tower and attacks Tim until he learns that it's his Tim that his dad had decided to put in the uniform that Jason died in. He's horrified but Tim is comforting him still despite knowing his boyfriend has become a monster like the Joker.

They run away. They believe that Bruce would never accept Jason back or like it if Tim is sleeping with a crime lord. They're kinda wrong. Bruce would accept Jason back if he helps them get on Tim's bed. Now, Jason becomes public enemy number one for stealing his ducky.

JayTim spends the next few months in romantic bliss while Jason's name is dragged through the mud even more by Nightwing who claims that his brother came back wrong and has kidnapped Tim and probably torturing him

It might've helped if Tim kept in contact with his friends but Tim and Jason were worried that they'll get in trouble with Batman if they reveal themselves and so they lie in wait, hoping that everything will die out soon.

While Tim was happily fulfilling his dream life as a stay-at-home wife, he's found by the Bats and dragged back to the Manor. Bruce and Dick tells him that Jason hurt him and that he has Stockholm syndrome. Tim knows it isn't true but no one believes him. No matter how much he cries and beg. He's been stripped off of technology so he couldn't try to make an escape.

...

Bruce and Dick never do anything sexual with Tim. They wanted their first time and Tim's first time to be special. Then, one day, Tim wakes up sick. They run a couple of tests and to their horror, Tim is pregnant. Jason is worse than they thought! He raped Tim! And it seems Tim enjoyed it too seeing as he's begging them to let him keep it. So they don't force Tim to abort

They don't see a pint in keeping themselves from touching Tim, however. Clearly, Tim is a slut that needs to be fucked if he happy to spread his legs for his kidnapper.

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHH!!! the way that no one knows about their relationship beforehand sets up such a perfect misunderstanding!!! bruce and dick both seeing and falling for tim the way that jason did so when jason comes back and steals tim from them, someone they believe he only has reason to despise- they, of course, think jason is doing something bad to tim. so when they find them they're so wrapped up in their conclusions and worst fears that they assume the worst and end up more or less holding tim hostage while jason returns to the cabin he and tim had been staying in to find that his little wife has been stolen.

and tim being pregnant with jason's baby!!!!!!!! of course dick and bruce are horrified and fear the worst about what their poor timmy endured under jason. with how fervently he defends jason and how they hear him crying for jason at night it seems like jason has seriously brainwashed tim in the time he's had him. they hear how tim moans about jason and now that tim is pregnant its clear that much of the barriers they'd put up to hold themselves back from touching tim are useless. tim is already 'damaged goods'. he's knocked up with a murdering criminal's child and he's intent on keep and raising it no matter what they say.

dick and bruce have only ever wanted what was best for tim even if he may not know what was best for him. tim is convinced he needs jason, needs his presence, needs his attention, needs his cock in his slutty knocked-up cunt. so...dick and bruce decide to take it upon themselves to make sure tim gets everything he needs, whether he knows he wants it or not.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks #jaytim #brutim #dicktim

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