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cearamorran · 1 year
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Commission for the lovely @chibinightowl for their fic The Accountant :) Go check it out!
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bulletsxlattes · 9 months
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Lover, hunter, friend, and enemy. ☆ A rabbit and a panther
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yaderyngoch · 7 months
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Tim plays D&D
Jason runs a BDSM club
Shenanigans ensue from the misunderstandings that occur when they both misunderstand what the other meant when they said they were a "Dungeon Master"
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strange-birb · 1 year
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😍 i love them. I love Tim and Jason having the annoying diving dynamic but also will do anything ….
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bee-a-garbage-shipper · 5 months
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trans or omega tim au
classic trope of getting drunk and accidentally falling in bed together.
tim wakes up first, panics at seeing jason, and leaves without saying anything. jason wakes up later and has flashes of being with someone the night before but can't remember who.
tim thinks everything will be fine as long as he avoids jason for a little bit out of awkwardness. but then
oops, pregnancy
and jason being highkey jealous whenever he sees tim pregnant and also furious that the father is a dead beat
(tim said it wasn't like that at all but jason thinks tim is too nice so jason is assuming the man [him] is a deadbeat)
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Actually going insane over the implications of Jason asking Dick to be the Robin to his Batman in Battle for the Cowl.
Like I initially took it at the purely surface-level of Jason wanting a partner in the general sense. Which made sense, it's a huge responsibility and a lonely one so an assistant/sidekick/partner seems a no-brainer if you can get one.
But then I really thought about it, because Jason is not asking Dick to be his partner in the general sense; he's not even asking Dick to be his Nightwing. He's asking Dick to be his Robin.
And they both know exactly what Jason means: "Be the light to my darkness. Be the smile to my scowl. Be the hope to my fear. "
He's saying "Be 'Robin'; be the embodiment of Love and Justice and Goodness. Be the exceptional person that you have always been. Be the slightly-less exceptional person that I was when I wore your colors. Be the person that I was in the process of becoming and might have been (or might still be), if only Joker hadn't clipped my wings."
He's saying "I am prepared to become vengeance, become the Night. And I will go further than Bruce ever dared to, because it is what is needed. I will be the necessary evil. But you don't have to be. If Batman is Gotham's curse, Robin has always been its blessing. I will be the brutal punishment to our world, and I am asking you to be its incandescent gift."
He's saying, "Be for me, what we were for Him. Be my anchor, my comfort, my hope. Remind me what it's all for, why it's all worth it. And remind yourself as well."
He's saying "Be 'Robin' again--for both of our sakes."
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roppiepop · 3 months
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K-pop AU (fic pending)
| super late redraw challenge | Veil by K0TTERl |
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krizariel · 6 months
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Rude detective, he was just having a smoke in peace... (Late pocky day 11/11 lol)
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muuuumin · 5 months
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Tim's new bodyguard is hot.
Tim knows it.
Stephanie knows it. (From Tim)
And the bodyguard knows it. (Also from Tim)
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cearamorran · 1 year
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FINALLY some actual jaytim in this jaytim au lol
the other parts to this au
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bulletsxlattes · 9 months
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I didnt do anything for tim's birthday but I wanted to at least touch this one up a bit
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petiolata · 3 months
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[Nekomimi/Anthroverse AU] After Drake Industries goes bankrupt and the Drakes lose their fortune, they no longer want to shoulder the expense of keeping an exotic pet (Catboy!Tim).
Jack Drake pretends he's taking Tim for a vet visit to get him in the car. Tim is confused (didn't he go to the vet three months ago?) but he doesn't argue with Jack. His owner can...have a temper, especially when he's been drinking. (And he's been drinking every day since Drake Industries went under.)
The neighborhood they're passing through definitely isn't on the way to the vet's, and Tim is just opening his mouth, little kitty fangs gleaming in the afternoon sunlight, when the car slams to an abrupt stop outside a dirty, trash-heaped alley.
Without saying a word, Jack Drake hustles out of the car and throws Tim's door open, pulling the catboy out by his shirt.
"Dad--" (And Jack Drake had always insisted on Tim calling him Daddy, which was so weird...)
But before Tim can demand answers, Jack jumps back in the car and slams it in reverse, backing out of the alley, not even checking for oncoming traffic.
Leaves Tim standing there, blinking and dazed. He's not even wearing shoes, the Drakes never let him ("Animals don't wear shoes, Tim.") and the pavement beneath his paws is filthy.
He stays frozen there, in that alley, waiting for Jack to return. When the sun is starting to go down, someone finally comes for him.
But the tall well-built man walking towards Tim isn't Jack. He's wearing clothes Jack would never be caught dead in, and he's wearing a red helmet of all things.
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roipecheur · 3 months
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No capes AU 15-year-old Jason and new foster 12-year-old Tim quickly learning how to beat the shit out of each other in absolute silence so they don't get in trouble with Bruce.
Bruce found Jason stealing the tires off his car a few years back, and he took in Tim when Tim's parents, who were also his friends and neighbors, went missing on a business trip. When he first brought Jason home, Dick was already away at college, but Jason loves when Dick visits, and Bruce thinks both he and Tim would benefit from having a brother closer to their own age.
Instead, Jason thinks Tim is a stuck-up rich kid, and Tim thinks Jason is being a crass asshole to him on purpose, and they turn the house into a war zone. Tim's parents made him go through self defense classes, and Jason had to fight off street kids bigger than he was, so they both come away with black eyes and bloody noses, and Bruce grounds them for a week.
After that, Jason rips some of Tim's hair out, and Tim burns him with a poker Alfred was just tending the fireplace with. Tim moves around the bookmark in whatever book Jason's reading to make him lose his place, and Jason half-unplugs Tim's laptop so it won't charge and he can't sit with it in the comfy chair that's too far away from the outlets. Jason kicks Tim's ankle when it comes to close to his side of the car on their way to school, and Tim sticks his fingers up Jason's sleeve and digs little bloody half-moons with his nails into the soft skin of Jason's wrist.
It goes on until a group of older kids pick on Tim and start pushing him around, and Jason walks up and decks the leader right in the face, and then he and Tim fight the rest off together.
"I didn't need your help," Tim snaps. "I can take care of myself."
"Whatever. I just don't want to deal with B throwing a fit," Jason says, and leaves for his next class.
That afternoon, after they've finished their homework, Tim asks Jason if he wants to play video games, and they sit cross-legged with their controllers in front of the big TV in the living room Bruce actually uses until Alfred calls them for dinner. Jason starts helping Tim with his homework, and Tim shows Jason his camera and goes out on the manor grounds to take pictures of whatever Jason points at.
They completely forget about the pillowcases they each filled with bars of soap, dented from some of their more vicious fights, until Alfred finds them while cleaning, alarmed, and brings them to Bruce.
It was worse than he thought. Bruce marches off to look for the boys and finds them on the sofa, asleep in front of a movie with Tim spooned in Jason's arms. He smiles to himself, asks Alfred to put the pillowcases and soap back where they belong, and decides the conversation can wait until morning.
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bee-a-garbage-shipper · 5 months
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Civilian Tim AU
Tim: *Deciding to seduce The Red Hood.* I am a native Gothamite. I haven't thought through a single decision I have ever made and I'm damn sure not about to start now.
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aceofshitposts · 9 months
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Well I've been tagged in a couple different wip games but honestly have just had nothing to show for them lmao but uh I've had this rattling around in my head for a while so I hope this makes up for it a bit lmao
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Tim hikes his backpack up higher on his shoulders, weaving through the throngs of people in the airport. He got a few odd looks from the security people but even with hands clumsy with youth he was able to forge a convincing enough letter from his parents about him travelling to meet them.
It's before disaster, everything is a little relaxed and therefore it's simple, really, to get through with minimal fuss.
Tim isn't entirely sure how he ended up here, in a body too young and too healthy but he's never been one to waste an opportunity. He's perhaps lucky this was one of the weeks between boarding schools, where his mom pulled him out due to her beverage dissatisfaction with various school curriculums. It meant they were out of the country but he was still in Gotham and not being watched over by any teachers.
Gate 57B. This is where he should be. Tim scans the people sitting in the uncomfortable plastic airport chairs, all waiting to board. It's not a particularly busy flight so it's easy to spot.
Off white hoodie and baggy jeans, clothes designed specifically to not draw attention and disguise body shape. Black hair falling over turquoise eyes that are focused on the rough looking paperback in his lap. There's a duffle bag sitting against his beat up sneakers that Tim just knows the contents of without even trying.
"Jason?" Tim asks coming to stand in front of the other teenager with both hands gripping his backpack straps. He's aiming for curious. Disarming. He can't be too formal or Jason will really know something's wrong and not the way Tim wants.
Jason raises his head lazily. Like a bored teenager being called to answer a question by a teacher. But Tim can see the immediate suspicion, the slight tensing of Jason's jaw and the way his eyes scan Tim to identify threats.
Tim isn't a threat. Not yet, anyway. Not like this. He can sneak around undetected, can forge papers and send anonymous emails to Batman while hiding amongst a throng of other school kids. His mind remembers, knows all the how's, of course, but his body lacks the muscle memory to truly execute anything beyond simple defense moves.
Frustrating, honestly, but probably to his advantage right now. He still has his mind and that's the most important part.
"Do I know you, kid?" Jason asks.
"No" --not yet-- "but I need your help."
Jason raises a single eyebrow and Tim makes a bit of a show of inhaling deeply, gathering courage and whispers, "I need Robin's help."
Jason's eyes widen, all pretenses of calm evaporating with a single startled inhale.
It's a little bit of a gamble, Tim knows. But it's a calculated gamble. Telling Jason the truth was out immediately, as was telling Bruce. Waltzing up to Jason to tell him if he boards that plane he was going to die would probably only embolden him further. Telling Bruce would send him into protective parent overdrive. He was trying, Tim knows, to give Jason some space and independence.
Pleading for Jason's help, for Robin's help, it was at least going to get Jason interested. Tim being a kid was also in his favour. Even as the Red Hood, Jason always had a soft spot for kids in need. And with Jason knowing what he currently knows about his mother, that she was an emergency doctor in the Middle East, he would probably rationalize that his mom won't be upset if he shows up a little later than expected.
"Now boarding Flight AA6237, please form a line with your passport and boarding ticket ready."
That's Jason's flight. If Jason gets on that plane Tim still has backup plans but it would be so much easier if Jason just came with him.
Jason stands suddenly, hefting his duffle bag onto his shoulder with one hand and grabbing Tim's sleeve with the other.
"Alright kid, bathroom's this way," he says with maybe a little more volume than strictly necessary.
Tim beams, genuine and wide. Jason was at least going to hear him out. Jason Todd wasn't going to die, not today and not tomorrow or the next day.
This was only the first item on Tim's list but, it was a start.
And if for a moment, only a second really, Tim forgets about a terrible future, about the pain of a blade against his throat or a batarang in his chest or bruises and missing spleens and deaths and revivals, and simply relishes in the thought that Robin was now urgently leading him somewhere more private to probably interrogate him--
Well. That's just the adrenaline.
It doesn't mean anything.
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roppiepop · 3 months
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JayTim K-POP AU WIP
A plastic box gets shoved to his chest.
Only because he allows it, obviously, because the little gremlin of a brat is still several lifetimes away from being able to get a drop on him.
Though the demon spawn is also a picture of silence, lips pursed and shoulders tense where his fist extends to press whatever he bought on Jason’s pecs.
With a barely audible sigh, Jason peels that arm off to see what it was that demanded his attention so badly that the kid broke into one of the few safe-houses Jason thought was off the Bat-radar.
The answer is a thick box, covered with a glossy sleeve. On the cover are a group of five men piled on top of each other, composed artfully to look like a playful candid rather than an unfortunate accident. The only other thing on it is a logo stylized to look like a clock. Jason might be able to read where the lines form ‘SPF50’.
He sends Damian a blank look. The kid visibly heckles.
“Tt.” he starts, “This isn’t for me- I would like to emphasize that, for the record.”
Pause. Damian crosses his arms. “It’s Jon. He gave me an adequate birthday gift. It would be a dishonor to reciprocate with anything less.”
Jason replies to that with a hand gesture. What the hell does that have to do with him?
Damian looks at him like he’s rotten meat. Jason returns the glare twofold.
A frustrated groan. The kid almost swipes his arm back- like he was about to reach for his katana before realizing he’s out of costume. “Are you daft, Todd? I am asking for a favor. Name your price.”
“Yeah, Shrimp, I got that.” Jason bites back, “I’m just wonderin’ why the hell anythin’ related to this-“ he holds up the album, “-would be somethin’ I have an in with.”
Without missing a beat, Damian swipes back the album and pulls a card out from the middle to show him.
It’s a low angle selfie, cutting the pictured man off at the forehead. Stray locks, black with a blue-ish tint, fall just at the edge of the frame, and shadow a pair of striking blue eyes. Below that is a lopsided grin showing off a row of straight teeth. The rest of the picture is a swath of yellow- maybe a hoodie? Its laughably big though, dipping low enough to show the prominent curves of the man’s collarbones.
“This is why.” Damian says, before Jason could get a word in. “Your paramour, he’s Jon’s favorite in the group. He must be detestable if he has stooped low enough to romantically engage with you of all people, but nevertheless. Have him and his group sign this album and I will owe you one favor.”
“Huh.” Jason starts. Stops. Considers if he’s in the mood to start a fight. Sighs instead. “You’re outta luck, kid. I don’t know any of these guys.”
Damian’s eyes narrow. He steps forward in a stomp. “Don’t try and lie to me, Todd. Everyone has confirmed you are dating this idol. Agree to my terms before I am pushed to use force-Ow!”
Jason’s fingers moved to flick Damian’s forehead before he even registers that they did. “You can’t force me to do anythin’, Brat. I’ll send you back to your Mom.”
He flicks the other’s nose this time before he can respond, garnering another indignant squawk. “And two- just because you heard Blondie constantly yammerin’ about it doesn’t make it a public fact.”
Jason moves for the chin this time, but Damian has jumped away from striking range and looks a second away from hissing.
Jason would probably hiss back at him if he did. Something about this kid is just makes you want to mess with him.
But Damian seems to already be in retreat mode, sulkily skulking back to Jason’s fire escape with a deep scowl.
“Fine.” he says, right by the threshold of the apartment. “You prove yourself yet again useless. But just so you know Brown isn’t the only one talking- Father also suspects.”
And he’s gone just as Jason opens his mouth.
“Bruce?”
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