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anothertimdrakestan · 10 months
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Batboys Toxic Traits Headcanons
because no one is perfect, i wanted to get a little dirty with it and imagine what the boys are like when they're a little... too obsessed with you.
tw for romanticizing possessive, obsessive, jealous, aggressive actions haha xoxo
Jason Todd
- scary dog privileges wherever you go with jace, but he is ALL bite with one and only one warning bark.
- when a hand that isn't his brushes your thigh in a club, fingers get broken. when a cat caller thinks his compliment just has to be said to you, he most likely won't be able to speak again for weeks. And god forbid any villain try to use you as bait for jason, they've all learned if they value their life to never touch you. He's all for justice not vengeance until anyone tries to mess with you, then those words always get mixed up in his head.
- sometimes you cant even complain about people, they end up getting randomly harassed by a certain someone until they just move town
- jason is adamant as long as he's alive there won't be a problem of yours he can't solve with a little violence
- your biggest problem is that he struggles to let you have guy friends, obviously the ones he knows especially fellow heroes are more than fine, but he's been known to burst blood vessels when he sees you close and person with men he's never met
- he's proud of it too: "let another man try and touch y/n, it's been a slow night for me." or "i just don't get why you need him as a friend when you have me, myself, and i"
Tim Drake
- tim gets... obsessive.
- he tends to fall hard but with you he brought the house down with him
- before you were officially his he had hacked every security camera in the city to have eyes on you at any given moment
- both for your safety and his own maniacal flirting strategy: you admire shoes but frown at the price tag? tim's buying you the matching bag to go with the shoes he bought the second you looked at them.
- before you knew how insanely in love with you he was, you truly thought he was a mind reader
- well he kind of was, seeing as he scrolled through your search history every night to know which talking points to bring up with you
- once you finally fell for him and set some stronger boundaries he still occasionally found himself double checking your location when you weren't by his side, or lazily purchasing every item on your pinterest boards, he just can't help but dote on you
Damian Wayne
- damian doesn't really get close to people, but as always you were his exception
- however, this means his list of people to hang out with is extremely short, and he saw no problem in wanting to be around you wherever you went whenever he could
- like a kind of tall, dark, and brooding puppy, he quietly followed you everywhere, and when you strictly told him he couldn't follow along, you always noticed a perched shadow just a few building away
- eventually you got used to rolling over to damian coolly watching you sleep or patiently waiting to pick you up from your classes/job, happy just to walk you to your car
- just like jason, damian had a brutal and heartless style of problem-solving when it came to anyone giving you trouble
- too often you found yourself standing in between his rage a massive mistake whether it was nearly assaulting a friend of yours who tried to ask you out or threatening to buy out your entire workplace when you didn't get the promotion you wanted
- forever cooling his rage was worth having his adoration though, and you were happy to have your overbearing shadow follow you throughout your days
Dick Grayson
- for such a bubbly leader, dick often struggled with communication
- always used to bearing his problems alone youd spent too many nights tracking down your own boyfriend only to beg him to tell you what's wrong
- he never understood that you didn't always want to solve his problems, but hold his sadness or hurt with him
- it was the worst when he was upset with you, whether it was jealously or insecurity that crept into his mind
- he'd take off in a rush hoping you wouldn't notice but you always did, either hunting him down or simply waiting with open arms for him to come home
- it would take years to teach your traveling-circus-raised boyfriend that you weren't going anywhere, ever.
- but, this made for many heartfelt nights where he held you and promised you the world, as if you'd opened him up in a way no one else could, pulling forward the most magical and loving side of your sweet boy
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thedevilundercover · 3 months
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I think that Tim should be in cross country and like to run marathons. Why? Idk it just fits him
He looked at normal track and thought it was too boring so like a psychopath, he chose to run for longer.
Imagine if there was some criminal and they were running away.
Nightwing: Red Robin
*he's a runner he's a track star*
Even with pounds of heavy equipment, he's out running all of them with pure stamina. You think you got rid of him? Nah, you look behind and see that guy behind you, he will win with pure patience, he is inevitable.
All the criminals are scared out of their wits bc of him, Tim does not give up, it is not in his nature
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ditzybat · 1 month
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bernard: i’m going to club you on the head with a rolling pin if you don’t drag yourself from your computer and eat
tim: you wouldn’t dare!
bernard: babe, i fought an entire cult keeping up with robin - a trained professional - in hand to hand combat, yes i would dare
tim: you’re genuinely frightening… it’s hot
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fishfission-dc · 1 year
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Batboys’ Rebellious Phases:
Jason: crime lord villain era
Tim: blew up all the League bases
Damian: casual murder & joining cults
Dick: mullet
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fakakta-art · 1 year
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its no longer hanukkah but i'm setting the record straight on the batboys latke preferences, re: this post
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Batfam but as my stupidest injuries pt 4. (Near death edition)
Dick: randomly passed out, was rushed to the hospital where they discovered his kidneys were going into failure, and he'd need a transplant. Everyone freaked out only for the next blood test to change completely, and nothing was wrong anymore (no one knows why or how this happened)
Jason: got caught in a riptide helping a tourist kid who didn't know the water. Got back to shore by pure stubbornness (and knowing how riptides work) and threw up from exhaustion
Tim: fell off a paddle board and hit his head on it as he fell and almost drowned from being dazed and winded by the fall
Damian: almost got tetanus from slamming his face into a rusty swing pole, then not getting a shot
Bonus Tim because in Pt 3 his injury was being scalded by boiling water: went into burn shock for most of the night
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livingdeadvoid · 1 year
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Battle for the cowl but none of them wants to be Batman
Jason: Dick is the oldest, he should have to be Batman. I'm too violent-
Dick: Hell no, Damian is Bruce's son, he should be Batman.
Tim: it shouldn't be me
Damian: It shouldn't be Tim
They pass the mask around like hot coals
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lemonlimestar · 2 months
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u can take me hot to go!
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baischroe · 3 months
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save me timkon………. superrobin save me…..
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ghost-bxrd · 6 months
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Prompt:
Nobody bothered to explain the Lazarus Pit to Jason, so when he starts getting some very familiar bruises across his body, when he seems to break a certain couple ribs too easily, when he the Y-shaped scar on his chest appears to become inflamed, he surmises that whatever damage the magical Gatorade fixed, it’s being reversed.
The rest of the Batfam is getting more and more panicked trying to find out why Jason acts like he’s saying goodbye to them.
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doodlesforfics · 2 years
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Robin's Egg by Calix aka @arzuera​ is just, such gloriously fun fic to read. I literally want to draw so many scenes from it, like sadlkjfaskd  its just!! so cute!!! aaaaa ;33333
also a lil doodle for locket because my mind is so stuck on it and figuring it out, i mean its just ;) so thoughtful of timbo
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#dpxdc#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#Danny Phantom#dc batman#damian al ghul#damian robin#duke thomas#timothy drake#red robin#richard dick grayson#nightwing#OK U WONT BELIEVE IT BUT i literally had cover ready a month ago. as most of the sketches.#it was like the second fic i planned to draw fanart for????#the problem came from the boys. as i have never drawn ANY OF BATBRATS i was driving myself crazy looking for refs#thank fuck for waynefamilyadv because their artstyle/designs literally saved my life??#Fun Fact: Tim gave me the most trouble. THAT BOY HAD SO MANY OUTFITS and all are relatively?? similar and often depicted?#like nightwing had previous suits but his black/blue one is like a staple#but Timbo?? TIMTIM??? MY MAN WHAT IS YOUR LATEST TELL ME Im not a comic expert i have no idea so i just?? hoped for best lol#ok i lied i DO know the last outfit Tim has and its banging BUT I CANT DRAW IT ITS TOO HOT and its not red robin i think#Fun Fact 2: i so desperately wanted to draw Damian in his black/red robin outfit#but?? i realized its like his grown up version...like at least 16ish?? since he looks older in it in pics. sigh. so i settled for a version#of course i had to have an artcrisis in the middle of drawing all the comics because i discovered dan more comic art#HAVE U SEEN THEIR AMAZING ART COMIC GODLINESS??? their nightwing sent me spirling like holy fuk#thats why i dont look at amazing comic art it makes me both want to draw and depressed beyond measure#god im so happy i finished this batch. man i gotta go easier on myself in the next one otherwise i will get an ulcer lol#anyway. ROBINS EGG IS SUCH FUN FIC i have so many scenes i STILL wanna draw. First priority? JON AND DAMI BEING CUTE#because they are babies and i wanna try my hand in drawing jon#gotta catch up to last chapters first tho. I hope you enjoy my silly takes and fanart for ur fic Calix!#fanfic fanart
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oooo boy. first, love your writing boo you’re seriously an inspiration <3. secondly, a fic idea: a friend of tim’s flies in to see him bc she moved to maine forever ago, they were like childhood besties. but when they meet again, there’s a mf-ing sPARkk
Memories - Tim Drake x Reader
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"I'm so sorry to have to stop taking questions, but we've kept Ms. L/N for 15 extra minutes and I'm sure she has plans after! Everyone please give her another round of applause for coming all the way to Gotham University to present her outstanding research!" the lecture hall erupted with applause as you smiled and waved at the sea of faces in front of you. Presenting your research across the nation was a dream, and although you barely remember it, Gotham was your hometown, and you were excited to see what parts of your rose-coloured memories remained.
"Thank you so much for having me GU! Please, email me with any more questions I'll be happy to reply." you called to the masses that were filing out as you shook your peer's hand one last time, both exchanging pleasantries as the room quieted.
"Sorry again for keeping you over, Ms. L/N, I'm sure you're very busy! But, if you could just take a look at one of my papers up for publication, I would be so, so thankful!" he began, flipping up his laptop as you realized this opportunity to speak was really just an exchange of favours.
A terrifyingly familiar voice echoed across the hall, "actually, she is busy, we have plans." you almost had to squint to see a man's frame leaning up against the doorway, backlit enough that you couldn't make out the details of his face.
"Oh! So sorry. I- uh I can email it to you! We can hop on a zoom call later in the week?" your peer seemed to recognize the figure immediately, packing his things as quickly as the students who were just there for attendance. He scurried away just as quickly too.
"It's been years, but you didn't think I'd find you?" the voice drifted across the room as you turned to face the figure, starting your walk up to him.
"I'm so sorry, the lighting, it's awful! I don't quite recognize you and I certainly don't have plans with anyone I'm afraid!" you replied, practically flying up the stairs just to meet this man face to face. He was dressed exquisitely: suit clearly tailored, hair slicked back with the perfect suave tousle, it was exhilarating.
"You don't recognize your only Gotham friend?"
"I don't have any Gotham friends, I was only here for my first few years of elementary school- oh my god Tim?" you rambled until you made it close enough to see the stranger's face and froze. The eyes, the familiar gleam of mischief and intelligence you had befriended what felt like a million years ago were staring back at you.
"Hey Y/n. Long time no see." he held out a strong hand, helping you up the last few steps, bringing both of you into the light. He continued, "you look, incredible." to which you just gawked in return.
"You look, like Tim" you whispered, tying the strings of comparison between the child you had first hacked a firewall with and the grown man, really billionaire, that stood before you.
He ran an awkward hand through his hair at your response, "thanks, I think." to which you scrambled back, "no! I mean, you look good, really really good, I just can't believe it's you. I mean, I thought about reaching out, you're on my Gotham list [you held up a list of scribbles of old memories] but I just figured you'd be so busy that I didn't bother."
"Didn't bother a partner in underage crime? Callous. Let's see the list though!" he snorted, snatching the scribbles from your hands, holding it up as he read aloud your scrambled childhood memories:
"Visit the nature museum- closed after a Poison Ivy attack, find Mr. Smith from 2nd grade- god you've gotta use google he's long dead he was like 70 when we were 6! Hmmm, visit the Big Belly Burger on 11th- now that's a good one!" he scanned the list quickly while you clawed for it back hoping he wouldn't get to-
"find the old rope swing behind Wayne Manor. You remember that?" the words left his lips just as you tore the paper out of his hand, tucking it back into your pocket.
"Of course I remember it, but it's whatever. It's probably also dead and gone or ruined by a villain. Why are you even here?" you tried to turn the spotlight onto Tim, but he was already halfway out the room, calling "C'mon! At the least I can buy you a 3$ burger and shitty milkshake." to which you haplessly obliged.
"Do you remember getting caught when we rigged the 5th grade presidential election? Why did you even want that kid to win anyway?" You laughed, almost uncontrollably, reminiscing on the old shenanigans.
Tim replied, "oh I didn't care who won or lost, I just wanted to see if we could do it!" to which you threw a french fry at him, which he swiftly caught. "Oh my god we almost got expelled Tim!"
"Doesn't match the time you made us start a homework-completing company in your backyard!" his shoulders shook with laugher.
"We were broke!" you chided, waving your arms exasperated, like you were a kid begging him to join your master plan once again.
"We were six years old!" he chuckled.
"We were, weren't we." you mused, popping the last fry in your mouth, leaning back with a sigh. Some things didn't change. Big Belly Burger was still addictive, Gotham was still filled with pollution, and Tim was still the very best thing about the entire city.
"I can check off one last thing on your bucket list." Tim said decidedly, sitting up in his chair.
"Yea? You gonna bring me to Mr. Smith's grave?" you groaned. But Tim stood up, he had lost the suit jacket and tie somewhere along the 2 hours you'd both spent in the fast food joint, he looked young again. You felt young again.
He had driven you somewhere you only dreamed of pulling into, Gotham Manor. You always wondered how the poor boy from a public elementary school had managed to get adopted by Bruce Wayne, but you never knew how to reach out and ask.
"Tell me you don't still have the rope swing" you shook your head with a grin. Tim just shrugged, hopping out of the sleek black car and running over to open your door for you.
"What do you take me for? A sap?" he crooned.
"Absolutely." you replied, bumping his side with your shoulder as he took the opportunity to lazily sweep an arm around you, guiding you to massive backyard gardens in the Manor.
You mused, "if we wanted to be true to character, we should've snuck in like old times" and Tim snorted, "let's just say I've upped the security pretty significantly, and that wouldn't go so well for us."
You rounded the edge of the perfectly trimmed garden to the scattered trees on the Manor's edge, and sitting there looking the same as ever was a massive tree, a thick rope hanging down tied tightly around a massive tire, the kind a monster truck or a weightlifter threw around, you and Tim had always wondered why it was there, or how the poor tree managed to hold it up, but you never worried about it, both swinging happily late at night after both sneaking out.
You placed a hand on the tree, a few rogue tears slipping down your cheeks as you leaned into Tim's embrace. "I really loved it here you know." you whispered.
"I did too. When you left it wasn't really the same." his voice was soft, you could feel his chest rumbling with every word.
"Really? I guess I always figured you'd find some other genius and take over the world with them"
"You thought I could replace you?"
"No- I mean maybe? I don't know, we were kids I just figured-"
"I didn't forget. You were my first kiss, right here." he leaned forward to put a hand on the old tree.
"Mine too." you replied, smiling as you remembered the nervous peck that occurred the night before you left.
"I was so nervous." he chuckled, staring at the tree, his gaze never meeting yours.
"I didn't think you had the balls." you teased, and his eyes snapped to yours.
"Okay, I was a pretty shy kid, but I've grown a lot."
"Yeah?" you grinned, biting your bottom lip to keep from breaking into a beaming smile.
Tim gently pushed you back against the tree, his hand guiding your chin up, letting your eyes meet his, "yeah" was all he muttered before pressing another gentle, warm kiss to your lips, and the same butterflies you got, all those years ago, took flight once again.
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I hope you enjoyed, thank you so much for the request! <3
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cowboysorceror · 1 year
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scenario from the kryptonian selkie au that lives in the heads of me and my besties (@mamawasatesttube & @deadchannelradio) & was inspired by this art from @spookyprime 🦭 pov your kind-of son who had his coat stolen by the people who created him and had to fight so hard to get it back comes home with his friend WEARING IT (friend has no idea what his seal fur jacket means btw) because he fell into the harbor in January and so you have an initial PANIC gut reaction. ID is in alt text!
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batcavescolony · 2 months
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Reading comics is showing someone a great scene from an amazing comic but having to say 'ok I know it doesn't look like it BUT I promise you they don't usually look like that, ignore the art.'
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rubydubydoo122 · 2 months
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Lukewarm take, because there's already technically a comic run about it:
Thomas and Martha Wayne would've hated Bruce becoming Batman. Not just because they would hate him putting himself in danger every night, but because they were strong advocates of reform, and helping the people of Gotham in non-violent ways. They used their money for reform-- they were trying to fix up Park Row before they died-- and Thomas helped anyone and everyone he could, despite their backgrounds.
They would've hated that Bruce runs around punching people and then causing some of the worst villains to appear, and then doing the bare minimum to stop them.
They would hate it even more that He did it in their name.
and they would absolutely be horrified that he brought children into his war, and that he needs children to stop him from going too far.
TLDR: When Bruce meets Thomas and Martha in the afterlife, Martha slaps Bruce in the face, and Thomas just sighs and goes, "You remembered all of us wrong after we died."
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chikaras-garden · 8 months
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Tim drake x reader
Can you picture it sucking off tim under a table during a confrence meeting at wayne enterprise
You mean like this?
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Imagine executive!Tim, confident as he usually is, feeling incredibly anxious about a report he’s supposed to present to the board of directors today. In his office, he’s a mess: printed slides scattered across his desk, three different half-finished cups of coffee, dark circles under his eyes.
You, the assistant Mr. Wayne hired for him, are pretty sure executive!Tim, your boss, hasn’t slept.
It’s the sound of a dull thud that makes you banish your professional decorum and rise from your desk to check on him. He may be your boss. He may be Mr. Wayne’s son. But he’s also a person, and you can’t just let him spiral and suffer. Even though the door is open, you knock on his office door and say a quiet, “Mr. Drake? Tim?”
He looks like a rubber band about to snap. He looks like he needs relief, quickly, or he actually will snap, and the consequences of that, well…you can’t let that happen. Without him, you’re out of a job, and you’re pretty sure other executives aren’t as young or cute or nice to you as he is.
So you cross the room, cross the boundary of professionalism, and land right in executive!Tim’s arms. You gently cup his chin, and you swear he whimpers at you while you murmur, “Let me help.”
“The meeting’s in five minutes,” he chokes. “I can’t—”
“I can be quiet,” you murmur, slowly rubbing your hands down his chest until you reach his belt. There, you fiddle with the shiny buckle, not tugging it open until he gives you the go-ahead you need.
His eyes look sharp, focused for the first time today. That’s good, you think. You’re helping. That’s your job.
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