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arrowheadedbitch · 7 months
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Tim, holding a crowbar: Yknow, Joker, there are infinite realities where you're already dead, where you never existed? An infinity of times you were good, or kind, or caring. There's even times you were a symbol of joy for all children, instead of a vicious monster that deserves nothing but the worst.
Joker: . .uh, infinities a pretty big number, you sure it's not like...10 or something?
Tim: Yeah, it is a big number. Have you ever seen infinity of something? Do you think if you ever got the chance to see it you would even be able to comprehend it? I can see infinity stacked on top of infinity an infinite number of times. Could your infinitely small mind ever dream to comprehend something even close to that?
Joker: Do you have a fucking fever or something?
Joker: Do-do I need to call the bat? Are you even supposed to fighting right now??? What is happening, are you even lucid? Am I lucid? Did I take an acid and forget???
Joker: Which one of us has a concussion bc one of us has gotta
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deadsetobsessions · 3 months
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Edit: Holy moly, just checked the notes and the argument is not it, at all. Please do not bring that energy (and name calling) to my posts.
DCxDP Prompt.
Danny knew a lot of immortals and near immortals. Not that he knew, of course, because other than the time traveling nonsense, he always stayed in Amity. He saved a lot of said immortals too.
Three months after he moved to Gotham, a bunch of assassins were trying to wreak havoc on the city. Danny flew around to help his new friend, Red Robin. When he landed on the roof top where Tim was facing down the Demon’s Head, neither of them expected the Demon’s Head to stop his attacks and blurt out a surprised, “Danyal?”
Tim, instantly on guard, asked, “How do you know Danny, Ra’s?”
Danny straightened. “Oh my Ancients. You’re the bratty kid with the stick! Ra’s al Ghul!”
“I can not believe I owe someone like you a life debt.”
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thy-valhallen · 9 days
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Cass, pointing at Jason: we're twins
Tim:
Jason: *6'3" 200 lbs of Latino rage and muscle*
Cass: *5'1" 120 lbs of Chinese murder and love*
Tim:
Tim: you're just not
Cass, patting his shoulder: it's okay. easy mistake. we're fraternal twins
Jason, holding up a gun: yep. twins.
Tim: ... good for you
Cass: :D
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redfirerai · 1 year
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Dick: Proud member of the “never tried to kill Tim club”
Jason: “kill” is a strong word for it-
Tim: No-no I think it fits.
Jason: It was a squabble, really.
Tim: Twice. First you beat the shit out me in the tower-
Jason: I was going through shit. There’s songs for going through breakups, not waking up from the dead-
Tim: Then you stab me!
Jason: It was a jab-
Tim: you left me bleeding in a weird murder cave-
Dick: You did say you killed him that time-
Jason: For dramatic effect! I’m a theater kid!
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batcavescolony · 1 year
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Jason: I don't think Dick and Tim have what it takes to kill someone
Damian: tt no, they could never
Dick: *literally killed the joker, one alt universe version has killed the bats* ha ha yeah
Tim: *has like 3 alt versions that are murderers, has committed attempted murder, and definitely has a body count because of RR* oh yeah we don't have what it takes
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shyjusticewarrior · 5 months
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Damian Living On Tim's Murder Boat AU Part 3
Bernard, singing: A single mom who works two jobs, she loves her kids and never stops~
Damian: Dowd keeps singing that song over and over, I think he's broken.
Tim: You're thinking of records, not people.
Bernard: Do you like the mloukhieh I made you?
Damian: It's not as good as my mother's, of course.
Bernard: Of course.
Damian: But it's an acceptable replacement.
Damian: What do you organize your books by? It's not alphabetical, it's not genre, it's not date of publishing.
Damian: It's not something pedestrian as color of the cover. So what is your system?
Tim: Vibes.
Damian: What?
Tim: Vibes.
Damian: What?!
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arguablysomaya · 1 year
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broke: batfam finds out about tim’s missing spleen
woke: batfam finds out about how many assassins tim blew up while bruce was dead
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incorrectbatfam · 7 months
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Tim: I’m begging you, just be cool.
Dick: Hey, who’s cooler than me?
Jason: Everyone.
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katmaatui · 1 year
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We really need to return to Dick and Tim's best dynamic where Dick does insane stuff while Tim is horrified. Yes, Dick did just jump off that building to see if you could survive the fall. Yes, Dick is freaking surfing on trains. Yes, Dick did just use his acrobatic skills while playing tag in the middle of Bruce's building. In The Flash Plus Nightwing issue, Wally says that eating the "blood" to see if it was blood or just clay was a bat thing, it's not. Thats a Dick thing, he's the only one insane enough to do that
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raepritewrites · 2 months
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Let 👏🏻Tim👏🏻 Drake👏🏻 Murder👏🏻 Ra's 👏🏻Al Ghul 👏🏻As👏🏻 A 👏🏻Treat 👏🏻 It's 👏🏻Enrichment 👏🏻
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arrowheadedbitch · 7 months
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Okay hear me out, imagine Tim finally snaps and starts killing people, but he doesn't want the batfam to know so he ends up picking up his own case. He has no idea what to do, he's pretending it's the hardest case he's ever gotten bc it's not like he can solve it he's staying up late doing nothing bc he knows it'd be suspicious if he got a full night's sleep while working on a case he can't figure out.
Feel free to add on
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deadsetobsessions · 2 months
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Gothic mushroom shaped candles. Danny picked one up, grinning. Sam would have love these on her alters. Very Sam, very Gotham.
It a bit bittersweet, now that he could think of her without being paralyzed by crushing grief. Her and Tucker both. Danny turned, keeping an eye on Tim as he glared into the case of used cameras.
Danny walked over and tried not to feel guilty about practically mooching off of a child. Even if the money he was using was actually the Drakes’.
“Like anything you see?”
Tim shook his head. Danny pondered over what little he knew of photography- all of which he learned from documentaries that were more focused on nature.
“I think there might be a camera store a couple of blocks down. We could get the ones that takes photos of animals, like the really big ones that takes photos of wildlife?”
“I guess. I mean, I don’t need it since we can…” Tim glanced around suspiciously. Danny willed his mouth to not smile at Tim’s antics. “Fly close,” the kid finished in a whisper.
“Okay, but what about when I’m not there?”
Tim hunched up on himself and Danny despaired inwardly. Uh oh, what did he say now?”
“Are you going somewhere?” Tim quietly asked, sounding hurt and upset.
“No,” Danny soothed, patting Tim on the head. I mean, what if I’m busy with stuff but you want to go take pictures without me?”
“You said to go get you whenever I wanna go out to take pictures.”
“Okay, yeah, I- well, we might as well get you a quality camera, right? To take really really good pictures of the… local wildlife. Like… the birds and the bats, and all that.” Danny winked exaggeratedly.
Tim blinked and giggled when he got the joke. “Okay, as long as you’re staying!”
Danny grinned, fangs and all. “Of course.”
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At the end of their shopping spree, generously provided and sponsored by the Drake family and their heavy black card, Danny got a phone and Tim got a wild life camera that was a whopping $4,000 but was compact enough to not look absolutely ridiculous.
“It’s heavy!” Tim whined, as he grinned like a loon.
“It’s quality,” Danny plopped the shopping bags on the island in one of the giant kitchens Drake manor had. “I’ll make dinner. You figure out those settings and you can tell me about it when we eat.”
“Okay!” Tim hummed excited, quick fingers and laser focus already aimed at his new device.
Danny picked up his new phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. As it rung, Danny held it up to his ear and began prepping the ingredients. At least
“Hello?” His sister’s cautious voice came through the phone. Danny’s shoulders relaxed.
“Heya, Jazz.” He could see Tim’s ears all but perk up in order to eavesdrop. His mouth quirked up in amusement and Danny turned away. He probably shouldn’t be encouraging that kind of behavior… but it was funny.
“Danny! Are you okay? I- I heard that they chased after you and I was worried sick! Are you safe? Any injuries? Do I need to pick you up?”
“I’m good. Promise. Not bleeding out or dying. It’s actually pretty nice right now,” Danny paused before turning back a little more so he could watch Tim’s reaction peripherally. “Hey, listen, can I adopt a little brother?”
He watched Tim sit up straighter eyed flickering up to him and back down again, a secretly pleased look on his face as he figured out that Danny was in fact talking about him.
“Danny, what the hell?” Jazz huffed, audibly relieved to know that Danny wasn’t on his merry way to becoming a full on ghost. “Who, why, and what kind of trouble did you get into now?”
“Hey, this was me getting out of trouble. Those people don’t even know where I escaped to. Tim helped me out a lot,” Danny said in the tone that meant ‘and there’s more to it but I can’t tell you right now.’
“His name’s Tim?”
“Yeah, you wanna say hi?”
Tim looked terrified as he heard Danny’s side of the conversation. Danny could relate.
“Alright. But you’re explaining everything later, got it?”
“Sure thing, boss.”
Danny turned to Tim, abandoning the peas he was shelling and rinsing off his hand to hold the phone.
“Tim, my sister, Jazz, wants to say hi. Are you cool with that?”
“Uhm! Yeah! Yeah, sure.” Tim, honest to ancients, squeaked. Danny’s enhanced hearing could pick up Jazz’s already melting heart. He taped a button.
“Jazz, you’re on speaker.”
“Hey, Tim. I’m Jazz. Thanks for taking care of my little brother!”
“Uh, hi, Jazz! I’m Timothy Drake! And, uh, you’re welcome! Anytime!”
Tim glanced at Danny for reassurance, relaxing a bit when the halfa threw him a double thumbs up.
Jazz went quiet.
“Jazz, you good?” Danny asked.
“We’re adopting him. Danny, you better make sure knows about everyone. Hi, Tim, I’m Jazz, your new big sister.”
“Uh- I have parents.”
“That can be fixed,” Jazz casually brushed off. Tim looked like a deer in headlights, so Danny took his sister off speaker and went back to cooking. He made sure to smile at Tim.
“Don’t worry, we won’t adopt you if you don’t want to. But it wasn’t a joke, we’re very serious.”
“I’ll think about it?”
Danny shrugged. “Good enough for me.”
“So, where are you?” Jazz asked him, rustling coming through on the phone.
“Gotham.”
“You are so fucking lucky I love you, dumbass. I’ll be there tomorrow at noon.”
“Playing hooky, are you?”
“Fuck off, little brother, before I show Tim your toddler pictures.”
“Thanks, Jazz.”
“Bye, Danny. Don’t get killed again when I’m not there, got it?”
“Sure, sure.”
Danny smiled and returned to his agenda of stuffing as many vegetables into one meal as he can. At least the food isn’t trying to tear out his face.
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Robin hasn’t heard the eerie giggles around lately, but he’s been practicing his own. It’s weird though, because there’s always a glint of something in the corner of his eyes.
“Robin, muggers.”
“On it, B. Shall we, Batgirl?”
“Let’s go, Boy Wonder.”
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ghost-bxrd · 2 months
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Prompt:
Damian isn’t happy about father’s rule not to hurt the gaggle of false kids he has acquired. How is he supposed to prove to him that he is the only one worthy of the title of heir now?
But fine. Most of them are stupid enough they’ll end up dead sooner or later. Damian just has to play the long game. Establish himself as the only constant.
But then father’s wayward son, Todd, comes home… and it’s so much worse than Damian expected.
He remembers this man. Remembers him from hushed whispers in the League, from mother’s creased eyebrow, and training halls drenched with blood.
And he’ll take one look at Damian and know. Know that he’s a threat to his position.
And the worst thing: Damian isn’t allowed to defend himself.
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queenofthequillandink · 3 months
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Tim and Steph are both The Nightmare Ex™ to me. The sniping-match-to-shouting-match-in-30-seconds-or-less kind. And then they just like. Get over it and go back to being best friends.
But the best part of this is trying to explain their relationship to people who only got there after they got back to being best friends.
Tim: Oh, and this is my best friend Steph. She's my ex, but she's dating Cass now. Steph, in her PJs eating orange juice concentrate out of a can with a spoon and 3pm on a Tuesday on Tim's couch while she plays Mario Kart by herself: Sup. Bernard: Oh. Uh, hi? Amicable breakup then? Steph: Lmao, no, I cut his brake lines. Tim: I erased her social security number. Steph: Oh I poisoned his food that one time. Tim: I told the press she was carrying Bruce's secret lovechild. Bernard: babe, wtf? Tim: in my defense they were both dead at the time, I wasn't doing well. Steph: Yeah, I was dead, and STILL doing better in the breakup.
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p0ssym1lker · 1 year
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I love Tim being a feral unhiged gremlin who's morals are hanging on by some string cheese
But you know what's even better?
Dick being not only fully aware but also okay with everything expect self destructive tendencies
Tim blew up another league base? Yeah, he's so smart right, so proud of his little brother
Tim hasn't had a meal in a day? Terrible, horrifying, gotta go take care of him
Jason and damian are unsure if they should be concerned or jealous that Tim gets away with being a gremlin
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