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hyperanaemia · 1 year
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strong vibes from this youtube comment.
To be clear, Tam likes Tim because she genuinely thinks he's cool. I just think it's funny that her very first impression of Tim was seeing him crawling around, pathetic and bleeding. And her main takeaway is still that he's cool.
(It's actually Miss Martian in the third pic but I feel like my point still stands. Since Tim's big plan in this was to hobble around in crutches for a whole year.)
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timdrakequotes · 9 months
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Pru: You broke my sodding nose!
Red Robin: You’re trying to kill me with a submachine gun. You’re lucky I don’t break your neck.
--Tim Drake with Prudence Wood (Red Robin #2 – The Grail: Part Two of Four)
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warm-bees · 9 months
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Special appreciation post for Prudence’s DM tag with Tim being PruSlay in 2009, bestie was ahead of the times and I love her for it <3
From Red Robin Issue 16 - the Hit List Part Four (2009)
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thatthirdtriplet · 27 days
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Relationships:
Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Tim Drake & Jason Todd Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Jason Todd & Damian Wayne Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Dick Grayson & Koriand'r Roy Harper/Jason Todd Dick Grayson/Wally West Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent & Cassie Sandmark Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent
Characters:
Tim Drake Dick Grayson Jason Todd Bruce Wayne Damian Wayne Alfred Pennyworth Barbara Gordon Roy Harper Koriand'r (DCU) Wally West Cassandra Cain Stephanie Brown Kon-El | Conner Kent Prudence Wood Bart Allen Cassie Sandsmark Ra's al Ghul
Additional Tags:
Age Regression/De-Aging fluff hood Sibling Dick Grayson protective Dick Grayson good Sibling Jason Todd family Fluff family Feels family Dynamics Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent kid Tim Drake baby Tim Drake past Relationship(s) Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson Protective Jason Todd Implied/Referenced Child Neglect Past Dick Grayson/Koriand'r Past Jason Todd/Koriand'r Past Rape/Non-con Trauma Past Sexual Assault Hurt/Comfort Crying Panic Attacks Dissociation Whump Self-Harm vomiting self-Induced Vomiting joker Junior StuffPast Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake Lazarus Pit Madness (DCU) No Pit Rage episode though Bruce Wayne is Tim Drake's Biological Parent Attempted Sexual Assault Non-Consensual Touching minor Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent De-Aged Tim Drake accidental Baby Acquisition
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His comm crackles to life. “RR’s suit is in a pile on the floor,” Jason says, voice grim. “But no sign of him. Something bad must’ve happened if he ditched it all.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s bad, per se,” Dick replies, gazing down at the kid nestled against his chest. Now that he’s looking properly, he can see hints of his little brother in those small features. “But at least I can confidently say that he’s not dead.”
Or:
Tim gets de-aged to four. Dick takes care of him.
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nerdpoe · 6 months
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Coffee, Honey, and sometimes Hazelnuts.
I wrote the beginnings of Omega verse while drunk and finished it fucking don't look at me.
Ao3
Tim may have let something slip when he was losing blood and about to go into surgery. Ra's may have taken him completely seriously and done what was requested. Tim...finds that he perhaps did not have a normal relationship with his body, and that he may have actually been Trans the entire time and just. Didn't think about it. Or, Tim demands a Secondary Gender Transition from Ra's. Ra's takes him seriously and does it while Tim's under for spleen removal (Nothing violating, just HRT and induced coma for the physical Transition). Tim wakes up an Omega instead of an Alpha and...actually is pretty okay with it.
Tim was…floaty. Woozy, even. The kind of feeling that usually meant a fantastic sleep was just around the corner.
But some inconsiderate fuck was jostling his arm.
Tim groaned and swatted at them.
“…Ah. You’re awake.”
“Oh, he’s awake? Come, Detective, open your eyes.”
Gross.
That sounded like Ra’s Al Ghul.
Time forced his eyes open just so he could glare at the man.
The asshole just looked amused.
“Fascinating. You’ve lost almost enough blood to kill you and yet, here you are. Awake.” Ra’s even sounded mildly impressed.
Tim did not want to impress Ra’s.
“Gooo f’ck yersef.” 
Yes. There. That got the point across beautifully.
Ra’s, the jackass, just looked even more amused.
“I see. Well, we have to put you under to save your life, dear Detective, unless you would rather have a dip in the Pits. I would consider such an offer a…gift, if you would.”
Tim snorted, flapping his hand at Ra’s and inadvertently slapping a ninja nurse in the face.
Whoops.
“On’y gift I neeeeed is. Is. Heats.”
Ra’s raised an eyebrow.
“I denand the. The. I wanna bee uh ‘Mega.”
Ra’s raised his other eyebrow.
“…I see. Very well, Detective. I hope you enjoy this…little gesture of goodwill.”
“Fuhuuck yew very moch.”
“Indeed.”
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Tim woke up.
That was something he hadn’t really been expecting, but he was thrilled to do it nonetheless.
Less thrilling was where he was.
A bedroom draped in silks and finery, with the security risk of wide windows, an open door that led to an uncomfortably extravagant bathroom, and a weird smell. It was a good scent, to be sure, but when Tim sat up there was no one present but himself.
So…huh. 
Tim sniffed the air.
The scent was definitely a person’s. Coffee and Honey, and a lingering afterscent of roasted hazelnuts. 
It was pleasant.
It was also an Omega scent.
Which made Tim even more confused; Ra’s was an Alpha, and this definitely wasn’t Talia’s scent. Nor was it Pru’s. So who’s room was he in? And why did he feel so rested? He almost never felt like that.
Tim swung his legs over the edge of the bed, noting the lack of chains, and stood up to stretch.
He…felt good? He felt comfortable in his skin? He never felt comfortable in his skin. He braced himself for his own scent as he stretched, but instead was met with more of that strange Omega’s scent.
Wait.
Tim reached up and rubbed one of his own scent glands, giving himself a sniff.
Coffee. Honey. Lingering Roasted Hazelnuts.
Omega.
Which was a huge change, because the last time Tim had checked he was absolutely an Alpha with a, for some reason, repugnant scent. (Everyone swore to him it was all in his head, but he knew he reeked.)
Then he remembered the last thing he said to Ra’s.
Tim tensed, waiting to feel…something. Revulsion. Betrayal.
But there was nothing.
He just…felt like Tim; for the first time since he was an unpresented Pup.
Tim sat back down and wrinkled his nose, lifting the League shirt he was wearing to check on the stab wound he knew he’d had coming in.
It was healing nicely, and given the length of time for a transition, he’d been under for about a month.
He didn’t feel any abnormal aches or pains, so not only was it done correctly and in a controlled environment, but he hadn’t been raped. He knew the signs to look for and none were present.
He was absolutely going to go to a Crisis Center as soon as he could just to be sure, and Turkey was home to some of the best of the best, so he was confident that if he had been violated he would find everything he’d need resource wise no problem. But he felt like he had a bead on how Ra’s worked; that if Ra’s wanted to use him like that, he’d want Tim awake to…struggle. As disgusting as that was.
But he hadn’t.
Ra’s really had just…given Tim a free Transition to a different Secondary Gender.
Tim tried, he really did, to dredge up any resentment for the Transition.
He was angry that he was clearly being held by Ra’s. He was pissed that Ra’s would even consider that Tim would be so stupid as to think those windows weren’t lined with assassins just out of sight. He was annoyed at the lack of obvious trackers, as that meant there was probably a subdermal one. He was scared for Pru. He was worried about Tam. 
But regarding changing Secondary Gender?
He only felt…relief.
“Wait, was I trans the entire time?”
Hated his own scent? Check; Bruce and Dick were always getting onto him about abusing scent blockers. Always felt like crawling out of his skin? Check; it usually manifested in burying himself in work. Avoided mirrors? Check; he just couldn’t, even though he knew that Secondary Genders didn’t really effect outward appearance like Primary Genders. Aversion to Rut sex? Check; Rut hadn’t given him any sex drive at all, it’d just increased his anxiety to the point where he was prescribed suppressants and anti-anxiety medication.
Tim rerouted his thinking, considering the same situations with his current Secondary Characteristics.
Scent? He actually rather enjoyed it; he definitely wouldn’t be wearing scent blockers unless he had to. Actually settled in his own skin? Yup, and he even felt…languid? Was that the word? It felt like the word. 
He stood up and walked into the adjoined bathroom, took a deep breath, and looked into the mirror.
That…that certainly was a Tim. From toe to tip, that was a Tim.
And he didn’t feel any particular way about the reflection, aside from the thought that he should brush his hair and teeth. There was no uncomfortable part of his brain that had him squirming, he didn’t feel the instinctive need to find any excuse not to look in the mirror.
It was just Tim.
He felt his shoulders relax.
He couldn’t know how different his Heats would be from how is Ruts had been, but given that during a Transition a Heat or Rut was inevitable while the Transitionee was under, and the fact that he actually felt well rested?
He was going to assume that his Heats were far better and easier on his body than his Ruts had been, but he couldn’t know for sure until he’d experienced a Heat.
…He wasn’t dreading it, though. Not the way the thought of future Ruts would fill him with a slow, stacking anxiety.
So.
Tim was trans.
Tim…Tim was a detective, though? How had he not noticed that sooner? Looking back on it it was super obvious but like. He hadn’t noticed?
Did everyone feel this settled in their own skin?!
Was this how people normally felt?! No wonder everyone gave him strange looks! He’d thought all of that was normal!
The door opened, distracting Tim from his thoughts. Which was good, because he’d been about to go off on a mental tangent about being an idiot.
The assassin that had come in only spared him a glance as the guy set down a tray of food.
“So…is Pru okay?” Tim ventured, slowly stepping out of the bathroom.
The assassin snorted.
“She is well enough to undergo further training, to ensure mistakes like that do not happen again. Orientation will begin after you’ve eaten, then the Demon Head would speak with you.”
Tim blinked.
“Wait, you’d actually let me have Orientation?”
The assassin sniffed, clearly offended even as he straightened up and turned towards the door.
“We are not savages. Honestly, Americans.” The man muttered as he left.
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“-And so, in conclusion, while a Heat does make you more inclined to intercourse and does heighten the experience, it does not strip you of your autonomy. Should you feel that such is happening, it is advised to seek medical attention immediately; that is abnormal, and you have either been drugged or need medical intervention due to an extreme hormonal imbalance.”
Tim nodded along politely. He’d already known, but Orientation was important when Transitioning.
“For now, we shall practice performing a Rebuke. Do as you would with a Command, and your new physiology should handle the rest. Like so; Copy me.”
Tim twitched against the command, and fought against his innate need to fight it.
“..Copy me?”
“Very good.” The Omega Consultant in front of him nodded and wrote something in his tablet. Tim tried his best not to fidget. “Next is what to expect during a pregnancy, should you choose to pursue that.”
‘I wanted this, I wanted this, I wanted this-‘ Tim chanted to himself as he got Sex Ed version 2.0.
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Dick was definitely not barely staving off a mental breakdown on his couch.
He totally hadn’t waited until Damian was asleep to bury himself in blankets and stare blankly at a dead TV.
Dick was fine. Dick was okay. Dick had to be okay, because if he wasn’t then he couldn’t be there for Damian and he couldn’t be ready for when Tim got back.
He’d told his little brother he trusted him, and he meant it, but that trust didn’t stop Dick from missing his pack’s shortest Alpha.
On the coffee table, his phone lit up and started vibrating.
A bright, cheery tone reserved for Tim, derived from the song he hated the most, rang out into the living room.
Dick almost faceplanted into the coffee table for how quickly he lunged for the tiny glowing screen, but he managed to save himself and fumble the phone to his ear.
“Tim! Hey! How’s it going? Are you okay? Do you need reinforcement?”
But instead of Tim’s voice, a deep, hoarse chuckle made it through the speaker.
Dick knew that voice.
Ra’s.
“Where’s Tim?” Dick breathed, tense and still.
“The young Detective isn’t really meant to be an Alpha, I feel,” the old assassin said instead of answering Dick, “I merely wanted to inform you of a delay in his return, should he choose to return at all. He needs time to…adjust. To his new body.”
Dick couldn’t feel his toes, and only barely managed to keep a grasp on the phone.
He opened his mouth to threaten Ra’s, probably demand to know where Tim was again, but all that came out was one of the loudest, most feral Growls he’d ever let loose.
“How is it? Being the only Alpha of your Pack now, with your Leader gone? You are watching after my grandson, after all; I simply need to ensure he will be raised in a stable environment.” Ra’s voice was full of false pity, and Dick could no longer see anything in front of him clearly.
“Do not fucking touch him!” Dick finally Commanded, guttural and loud and definitely waking Damian up.
“Oh, it’s a bit too late for that, I fear; who else would I trust to handle his Transition? Do tell my grandson I wish him well.” With that, the line went dead.
Dick was left standing in the living room, on the verge of hyperventilating, tense and shaking and furious.
“…Richard?” Damian’s voice asked, and Dick heard the Beta Pup quietly approaching him from his left. 
Dick dropped the phone and dragged Damian to him, burying his nose in the Pup’s hair. He was distantly aware of the Beta letting out a hesitant, quiet purr in an effort to calm him, but he couldn’t vocalize his gratitude for the action.
They stayed like that, Dick caging Damian in with his arms and Damian letting him, for about fifteen minutes.
Then Dick shakily raised his head and reached for his phone.
He couldn’t leave Gotham; Tim would never forgive him if Batman left Gotham undefended in such a tumultuous time.
But he knew an Omega who could, would, and would take great pleasure in putting Ra’s down.
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Jason rolled over and answered the phone.
He hadn’t been sleeping anyways, so fuck it.
He held the phone to his ear.
He listened.
Green flooded the room, the source being his eyes, as he sat up.
“Ra’s did fucking what?”
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Tim walked into the meeting room just as Ra’s ended a call with someone.
Using Tim’s phone.
Goddammit, he’d done something to make Tim’s life harder.
The Alpha handed Tim’s phone to a random assassin with a bored-“Destroy this.”
Tim kept his face clear of any emotion. He had the stupid thing cloned anyways, he’d just go find the backup once he was done with whatever Ra’s wanted.
Turned out, Ra’s had gone ahead and grabbed Tam.
Tim could only get Tam back if he took out the Council of Spiders.
Tim did his posturing, as did Ra’s, and the dance was a relatively new one but felt like they’d done it time and time again.
As Tim was being escorted out, though, he couldn’t help but ask.
“Why help me with…with the other thing? If you think you can cash it in later, let me tell you-“
“Why would I deny you an operation I myself had to have to be better?” Ra’s interrupted, genuine curiosity on his face. “I expect you to handle the Council of Spiders, young Detective; you would not be fighting at your best if you did not fit into your own skin.”
Tim was verbally punched into silence.
Huh.
The assassins led him into a different section, into a room that had his Red Robin suit repaired and ready for him.
…Huh.
Tim still intended to cripple Ra’s organization, and it felt gross to have something in common with the Alpha, but the new Omega decided that he could handle the trade of having something in common if it meant finally feeling like himself.
He seriously was going to fuck Ra’s over, though. 
He just had to call basically everyone on his phone’s contact list first to do damage control for…whatever the creep had done.
Fucking Ra’s.
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bunnvoid · 1 year
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“Is it cold out?”
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Just wanted to play with a few things and couldn’t get the imagery the reflection in the blood out my head to this funky little tune
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Am desprately wishing for a fic where tim gets himself into Trouble and calls for help, but he doesnt really know who hes calling?? And suddenly everyone hes ever teamed up with came to rescue him
and by 'everyone hes ever teamed up with' i mean the bats (including huntress ofc), yj, titans, danny, pru, lonnie, lynx, everyone
I just really want a fic where all his allies meet each other and are like "who tf are you??" "Wait arent you a villain?"
And them putting away their differences to bully tim
Idk idk i just think all the interactions would be funny and i miss when making friends and allies was a key factor in tims character ig
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aliteralchicken · 1 year
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Tim Drake *tied up in the back of a car when Pru kidnaps him cause she needs his help with a mission*: You bald headed demon.
Pru: it’s always ‘I need to take down the league of assassins’ and never ‘I should hang out with my awesome friend Pru’
Tim: don’t you have other friends?
Pru: not anymore!
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cubbiekins · 9 months
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Pru : This isn’t going the way we planned!
Tim : Nope, not in the slightest... but it’s kind of thrilling! Though I could have done without the attempts on our lives.
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gretahayes · 7 months
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on that same note. i do think tam and pru should have kissed at least a little bit. it would’ve been good for them both. mostly tam, but pru could have benefitted from kissing a girl.
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ghestlin · 7 months
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Honestly though i miss the assassin trio
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timdrakequotes · 2 months
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“I realize that Prudence isn’t aiming to kill. She’s not just listening to me… I think she’s actually obeying me.”
--Tim Drake on Prudence Wood (Red Robin #11 – Collision: Part Three of Four)
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residentescapee · 1 year
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Teenage Tim: I want that one!
Adult figure: ..isn’t that the one that tried killing you-
Tim: :) I want them.
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thatthirdtriplet · 16 days
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Relationships:
Tim Drake & Jason Todd Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Tim Drake & Damian r Drake & Bruce Wayne Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake
Characters:
Tim Drake Jason Todd Dick Grayson Damian Wayne
Mentioned:
Ra’s al Ghul(mentioned)
Additional Tags:
Tim Drake-centric Tim Drake Needs a Hug Tim Drake is Red Robin good Sibling Tim Drake protective Tim Drake Tim Drake Gets a Hug Tim Drake's Missing Spleen Tim Drake is Not Okay hurt/Comfort
Summary:
"I've reached my limit. Listen carefully, all of you. Starting today, if you treat me badly, I’ll treat you worse," Tim's gaze bore into Damian, a deadly intensity emanating from him. "If you ever cause me harm, I won't hold back. I might even kill you if I'm feeling particularly upset."
OR,
Tim reaches his breaking point.
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diagonalhorizon · 1 year
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Fanart of Pru, specifically from @shoalsea’s delightful fanfiction Compassion Builds No House! I can not recommend it enough, it’s very well written, and was my introduction to this character! This scene is from chapter 11, which is a really fun chapter.
I had fun deciding how to draw Pru, and took some liberties with her design. In the Red Robin comics her piercings are inconsistent, and her nose gets injured weirdly often. In her first fight with Tim I believe he breaks her nose three times, in issue 10 Steph kicks her, and in the very next issue a Spider slashes her across the face. Bad times for Prudence.
After reading the comics and then rereading Compassion Builds No House, the story feels like the natural progression of many of the characters and storylines introduced in the comic run. The characterization is all excellent and nuanced, and there’s an element of mystery to it that I really enjoy. There are lots of clues and hints to later reveals, which make those reveals so much more satisfying.
I definitely plan on doing more fanart for it, and if there are any recommendations or requests those are welcome!
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