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if young justice had to take over santa does that mean that tim drake had to give people presents the same day he buried his mom or did he get a pass. or did that not happen yet
#dc#tim drake#red robin#robin#tim drake angst#tim drake whump#young justice 1998#young justice#batman
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Angst/whump prompt you can feel free to use
Tim dies as a child and, having never really had much of a family, haunts Wayne manor.
Over the years, Tim watches the family grow and pretends he's a part of their lives, occasionally using his ghost abilities to help them out.
They all know there's a ghost in the house and, even though they can't see him, they like to talk out loud to him, or pretend to interact with him, or sometimes leave him offerings.
He eventually becomes just another part of the general strangeness that is Wayne manor.
Until Jason dies.
Bruce, knowing ghosts exist and needing to talk to Jason, gets ahold of a spell that will let him summon ghosts.
Unfortunately, the only ghost haunting Wayne manor is Tim, who is already distraught over the loss of Jason.
Does Bruce get angry about summoning the wrong ghost?
Does he recognize Tim as the neighbors kid who he never noticed had died?
Does he chase Tim off, having always assumed that the resident ghost was just one of his parents?
Or is there some other reaction?
#batman#tim drake#batfam#jason todd#bruce wayne#writing prompts#prompts#angst#tim drake whump#whumptober
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jaytim | ch. 1/3 | rated E | no warnings | only one bed, fake dating, pining, eventual smut
Jason and Tim work an undercover op in Florence. Jason learns just how attractive Tim is at about the same time he learns how fucked up he is.
“You're not much of an art guy, right?”
Tim shrugged. “Not the kind they usually put in museums.”
“Oh, yeah? What kind of art is that?” Jason stepped around a sculpture, following the intricately carved snout of a rearing horse, the woman on its back draped, curved, incomprehensibly lifelike. Tim muttered something he didn't quite hear. “What's that?”
“Star Trek.”
“There is so a Star Trek museum.”
Tim pursed his lips. “There are a few.”
“And you've been to all of them.”
“Maybe.”
“Ha,” Jason slapped his shoulder, “take me to one sometime. I gotta see this art.”
Tim followed him through the claustrophobic rooms, the walls strange, dark shades of red. “Don't be a dick. Up the stairs and to the left.” They entered a room which, at the center back, displayed Judith Slaying Holofernes.
“Arterial spray. Nice.”
Tim stood a few feet away, his arms crossed. “You wouldn't really go to a Star Trek museum.”
“For you, baby bird, I'd sit through the set tour.” He meant for it to sound mostly like a joke, but it landed too squarely on honest, and the both of them went quiet.
After a minute, Tim said, “it's only in New York. I'll hold you to that.”
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i know it's a bit of a stretch, but has anyone else noticed the parallels between the deaths of owens and Z in the desert during red robin, leaving only tim and pru (the sole female of the group) alive, with the deaths of bart and kon, leaving only tim and cassie (also the sole female of the group) alive?
also tim lost his spleen, meaning his way of fighting infections (equally to him losing him support system) and pru lost her voice (cassie and grief)
idk it's a stretch maybe I'm crazy
#tim drake#tim drake wayne#tim drake whump#red robin#robin#batman#batfamily#owens z and pru#prudence#league of assassins#young justice#yj#young just us#cassie sandsmark#wonder girl#superboy#impulse#bart allen#conner kent#kon el
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Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman- All Media Types
Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Everyone
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Whump, Dick Grayson Whump, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Blood & Gore, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Dick Grayson is Not Okay, Dick Grayson Feels, Tim Drake Feels, Eventual Happy Ending, Batcest DNI
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𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴, 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘪𝘮’𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳.
𝘋𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 then 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺’𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺’𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴.
Dick Grayson keeps dying and Tim Drake keeps trying to save him. Over and over again. Dick Grayson keeps dying and Tim Drake keeps failing to save him. Over and over again. Dick Grayson keeps dying.
#my fic#my ao3#dick grayson#tim drake#dc#tim drake whump#tim drake angst#dick grayson whump#dick grayson angst#good siblings#emotional hurt/comfort#tim drake-centric
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Summary: With his grades slipping, Tim worries Bruce will take Robin away. So when the Red Hood breaks into his room with the intent to kill him, Tim decides it's a good idea to ask him for help on his English homework.
It works. And then it doesn't. And then Tim solves a mystery and almost dies anyway.
#my writing#batfam#batfam fic#batfamily#tim drake#jason todd#bruce wayne#enemy to caretaker#whumptober#tim drake whump
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Not sure if I'm going to post another fic tonight, it's past 10.30 pm and I've had ten hours of class, and the same fate awaits for me tomorrow, I'm dead. We'll see if the gods of inspiration decide to bless me in a few minutes.
#tim drake#cassandra cain#cass cain#nyssa al ghul#promise dc#dc comics#dc#batman#red robin#orphan#my writing#whump#angst#tim drake angst#tim drake whump#hurt tim drake
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first chap of my new tim drake whump fic is posted🥳 go give it a read🕺🧍🏼♂️
summary:
Jason growls, the sound so inhuman. Tim shrinks in on himself a bit, fear pulsing through him. Stupid toxin-
Jason’s eyes meet his. No…
Jason’s eyes are his own, wide and terrified as he stares straight at Tim, his gaze not clouded by hallucinations or dreams. And they’re blue too, not the green of the pit. The man on top of him is entirely Jason.
A wave of horror passes over Tim. This isn’t fear toxin at all- he isn’t sure what it is, but it seems to be controlling Jason’s movements, his freaked out face such a harsh contrast to his aggressive actions.
or: a run in with a new Ivy concoction goes south when Jason is forced to hurt Tim- all while painfully aware of his actions.
#batman#batman fanfiction#batfam fanfic#fanfic#batfamily#batfam#tim drake#tim drake whump#jason todd#angst#dc fanfic
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Febuwhump Day 22 - Can’t scream
You can also read this on ao3 and find the rest of my febuwhump fics here
tw: the Joker, torture (broken bones and carving something into flesh), emotional torture
Fandom: Batman
Words: 2472
Tim and Damian are caught by the Joker while on patrol. He wants to play a game neither of them will like or come out unscathed from.
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“We’re going to play a game, birdies,” says the Joker as he paces between Robin and Red Robin.
Tim and Damian face each other, tied on chairs in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Gotham, their suits in a poor state and their dominos ripped off. The Joker caught them earlier that night before either of them could send out a signal, and brought them to the warehouse. Damian’s head is still bleeding slightly from the head, courtesy of the blow that knocked him out, and Tim’s own head throbs from a similar wound.
It is the first time Damian has ever been caught by the Joker, and Tim can see all over his face how scared he is, though he valiantly tries to hide it. It is not Tim’s first time, but he is equally scared. The Joker is always terrible news. He brings with him the sweet promise of cruel and sadistic torture. If no one manages to find them in time, they both know they will die, for the Joker does not willingly leave his victims alive.
Jason would know.
“Since I finally managed to catch two birdies at once,” continues the Joker, “I’m going to kill two birdies with one stone.”
Tim represses a flinch at the word choice. Damian sends him a frightened glance, and Tim is suddenly reminded of how young his brother is. Despite all his training with the League, and despite the amount of pain Tim knows he has endured, Damian is still a kid. A child who should not have to deal with anyone as dangerous as the Joker.
The Joker stops his pacing right behind Tim, fisting his hand in Tim’s hair and pulling.
“Tell me,” he whispers in Tim’s ear, “do you care much for your brother?” Tim does not answer. “You know,” adds the Joker conversationally, as though they were old friends catching up, “I love hearing my pets scream. It is music to my ears. But I find those screams all the more delicious when they are properly ripped from their throats, when they scream because they cannot do anything else. When they try so hard not to scream but they still cannot help it.” The Joker lets go of Tim’s hair. “I’m going to start playing with you,” he says, “and if you scream, I’ll switch to your brother. He’s so young. It would really be too bad if he got hurt, birdie, wouldn’t it?”
Tim’s blood freezes in his veins. He knows his limits. They have increased considerably in the time he spent away from Gotham searching for Bruce, but he knows the Joker will have no trouble reaching them because the Joker does not have boundaries. Tim will scream, no matter how much he will try not to. It is inevitable.
Damian’s gaze is steady when Tim meets it, his chin set defiantly. I trust you, he seems to be saying. Tim isn’t sure he deserves it.
A bat swings in the Joker’s grip as he places himself in front of Tim. He will start by beating Tim up until he breaks enough bones that Tim cannot escape. The only thing Tim can hope for is that all the injuries he will sustain tonight will heal without problem.
Tim braces himself for the first blow and does not so much as grunt when the heavy bat forcefully connects with his ribs. He can feel a couple breaking under the strength of the hit, but it is nothing he hasn’t endured time and time again before. The Joker will have to do worse to make Tim break, but it is good that he starts lightly. The more time he takes to make Tim scream, the more chances there are that someone will find them before Damian can get hurt.
The blows rain on Tim. More ribs crack and break before the Joker decides to move onto another part of Tim’s body. Tim clenches his teeth hard enough to give himself a headache when the Joker, after many targeted hits, finally breaks his left shoulder, but he does not scream. He doesn’t either when his right tibia falls victim to the Joker’s shattering blows, or when the man catches Tim’s broken shoulder with his bat. He nearly does when he hits Tim’s shoulder a third time, but all that escapes him is a choked whimper.
“You’re a tough birdie, aren’t you?” asks the Joker gleefully as he lets the bat clatter to the ground. His fingers hook beneath Tim’s chin and force him to look up. “Someone got you before I did, didn’t they? They had much fun with you, but I’ll have more.”
The Joker slips behind Tim again and unties the thick ropes binding Tim to his chair. As his body moves away from Tim’s vision, Tim’s eyes can finally settle on Damian, whose gaze is much less steady than before. Unshed tears swim in them, and his fierce mask falters when Tim gives him a shaky smile.
Tim hurts to see his baby brother like that, but he would hurt even more to watch him be tortured. Tim knows Damian will be brave. He just has to be, too, and save his brother the pain of being tortured.
The rope falls from Tim’s wrists and ankles, and the Joker grabs him by the hair to yank him out of his chair. Tim falls to the ground directly onto his broken shoulder, and pain erupts in his arm. A broken scream leaves him before he can reign it in. He pants through the pain, waiting for the fog to clear. Only when the Joker cackles with delight does he realize what he has done.
He scrambles forward as well as he can, frantically trying to catch the Joker’s ankle, as though that would change anything to what is coming, but a well-aimed kick sends him falling backward and grunting in pain.
“No!” he yells, but the Joker doesn’t listen. He prowls towards Damian, faster than Tim’s pathetic crawl, and picks up the bat as he passes it.
“I’ll give you matching injuries, birdie,” he announces joyfully. “This way, it’ll be poetic. I’ll write songs about the two birdies who hurt each other. But in reality, they only hurt themselves by hurting the other.”
Damian does not meet Tim’s eyes as the Joker positions himself before him. From where he is prostrated on the floor, Tim can see the tension on his shoulder and the tremors running through his hands. Yet, Robin’s expression is fierce as ever as he waits for the Joker to start the torture.
Tim watches, helpless but festering with rage, as the Joker swings the bat at his brother. Damian does not make a sound. He does not make a sound when his shoulder breaks—the right, a mirror to Tim’s left one—or when the Joker keeps hitting the broken bone. He does not make a sound when his ribs crack some more.
But Damian does not cry out and Tim breaks slowly on the floor.
Throughout it all, his expression stays even and Tim becomes painfully aware that torture absolutely was a part of his training in the League. He had known it already, but witnessing how long his brother can withstand torture without letting out a single sound is hammering the fact into Tim’s mind.
Tim wishes Damian would just cry out. He wishes the Joker’s attention would shift back to him. He wishes he would get tortured instead of his brother.
It takes the Joker breaking his leg in two different places for Damian to cry out. Tim has never been happier to hear his brother’s pain manifested. As expected, the Joker turns to Tim, leaving Damian slumped on his chair, breathing heavily. A solitary tear rolls down his cheek, and Tim promises himself he will not scream until rescue comes.
The Joker abandons the bat on the floor and takes out a knife, small but sharp, and glinting in the warehouse’s faint light. The Joker crouches down next to Tim, his head cocked to the side, and Tim would spit in his face if not for fear of the man reverting to hurting Damian.
Abruptly, the Joker stands back up and stomps on Tim’s shoulder. He nearly screams because of the searing pain tearing through him, but he grits his teeth and lets tears manifest his pain instead. Without warning, while Tim is still trying to work through the pain, too stunned to struggle, the Joker flips him on his back. Tim’s head hits the hard ground and the room spins around him.
Then, the Joker sits on his hips, and Tim freezes. The position is uncomfortable on his whole body and terribly painful for his broken bones. But what terrifies Tim is what the Joker is going to do. The warehouse’s cold air hits Tim’s skin when the Joker tears through his undershirt with his knife and exposes his entire back. Tim barely dares to breathe. Fear hammers against his ribcage and constricts his lungs.
It doesn’t hurt quite as much as his bones breaking so violently did. But the knowledge that Tim is being marked makes it harder to withstand the pain. He forces himself to be brave and endure the pain without a sound, just like Damian did. When his chest heaves and his throat tightens around a suppressed cry, Tim remembers how the Joker tortured his brother, and he swallows his scream before it can leave his mouth.
When the blade starts cutting through the skin on his back, Tim rests his head against the floor and tries to escape his mind.
It takes him four strokes to realize the Joker is forming letters. That he is carving something onto Tim’s back. Terror comes back tenfold. His first thought is that he is going to bear the Joker’s mark for his entire life. His second is that at least it will be on his back. His third is that Damian can probably see what the Joker is writing.
When the Joker is finished with his inscription, he starts again, retracing the letters painstakingly. It hurts more the second time and tears soak the floor under Tim’s eyes but he takes it silently. He muffles all of his pain, thinking only of Damian, even as the Joker flips him around again and his injured back and shoulder slam against the ground.
The Joker stands above him, bloodied knife still held firmly in his hand, and observes him, calculating. Tim does not have the strength to move his head and look at Damian. The Joker moves so suddenly that Tim cannot brace for it. The knife penetrates his abdomen with a force that steals Tim’s breath away. But not his voice. For the second time this night, he cries out. It lasts longer this time.
He cannot even protest, cannot beg as the Joker turns triumphantly to Damian. All he can do is curl up on his side, his hand pressed awkwardly against his wound. The Joker unties Damian slowly, singing merrily the whole time. The second the ropes fall to the floor, Damian acts. His elbow slams viciously against the Joker’s nose, and he stands up while the other man recoils back, a hand over his broken nose. Damian hops on one leg and bends down to take the knife that fell to the ground. It is still wet with Tim’s blood.
Damian does not need to make use of the knife. The warehouse’s windows shatter under the impact of feet, and their family drops to the floor as one. Jason visibly flinches as he catches sight of the Joker, but he does not hesitate when he aims his gun at his murderer and puts a bullet through his skull.
The warehouse immediately falls silent. Everyone is looking at Jason, but Jason himself is only looking at Bruce, his shoulders tense but his gaze unapologetic.
“It needed to be done,” says Bruce softly. “He did not want to redeem. His reign of terror has ended, and I’m sorry I could not be the one who did it. I hope you will all understand.”
Jason nods once and puts his gun back in its holster. Instantly, the vigilantes spur into motion and direct their attention to Tim and Damian. Tim passes out as Dick crouches next to him.
Tim wakes in a cot in the medbay, feeling surprisingly heavy. As the heavy fog of sleep slowly dissipates, he looks down at himself and finds Damian latched to his side, uncaring of the casts digging uncomfortably in Tim’s body. Tim finds he doesn’t mind either and raises a hand to card through his sleeping brother’s hair.
“He slipped out of bed an hour after he woke up,” says Bruce quietly from the side of the bed. “We tried to take him back to his bed, even offered to put you two in the same room, but he refused.”
Tim smiles. “Did Dick take pictures as blackmail?”
“Plenty.”
When Tim wakes up again, Damian is gone. For the next week, Tim barely catches sight of his brother. He manages to corner him as he is playing with Titus in his room, ten days after they were captured by the Joker.
“You’re avoiding me,” he says, and Damian reluctantly looks up from his dog. Immediately, his eyes fall onto Tim’s injuries, and his gaze shies away.
“You were hurt because of me,” Damian whispers, his head hung.
Tim sits down in front of his brother. He is keenly aware of the thick casts encasing his brother’s limbs. “I was hurt because of the Joker. So were you. Do you think you were hurt because I screamed?”
“No! I would not ask of you to withstand torture without screaming just to spare me.”
Tim would absolutely ask this of himself. But that is beside the point. Bruce already talked with him about how none of it was his fault, and though he talked to Damian too, it seems it only worked on Tim.
“Then why would you think I would ask this of you?” he asks Damian.
“Because I’m supposed to be perfect. Grandfather—”
Tim scoffs. “Damian, no offense, but your grandfather is an abusive piece of shit. I would not take anything he says or expect as something to respect. In fact, I would even advise you to always try to do the contrary of what he wants. It’s a sure way to do the right thing.”
A tiny smile plays on Damian’s lips. “So you’re not mad?”
Tim’s heart breaks at the question, and he draws his brother into an awkward hug, their casts getting in the way. “I could never be mad at you for something like this, Damian. Not even when we didn’t get along.”
@febuwhump
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Febuwhump 2023 | Day #10 | Difficulty Breathing
prompts courtesy of @febuwhump
jealousy, jealousy
And then Damian is knocking a mobster back and hurling himself across the roof toward Tim, a hand outstretched and mouth wide, Tim's name on his lips. At least, Tim is pretty sure it's his own name. He can't exactly hear anything anymore.
His eyes droop.
He sways.
And then, tips over the edge.
OR
After Tim is nearly drowned, he keeps fighting because he feels fine, really - so why is it still so hard to breathe?
OR OR
Tim is saved by the two batfamily members he is pretty sure would rather see him dead.
Tim, nearly dying:
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Day Six: My Son
Happy Day Six of Whumptober!
TW: Kidnapped, slight torture (not graphic), panic attacks (not graphic)
Summary: Tim has been kidnapped by people who don't know he is Robin, and are holding him for ransom in hopes that his father, Bruce Wayne, will pay them well for the return of his son...but the kidnappers seem to have different ideas about returning him in one piece.
“We have your son.” Bruce slammed his fist against his desk, growling before letting the video continue. “We have your son Mr. Wayne, and if you want to see Timmy here make it home okay, you’re gonna want to listen real closely to what we have to say.” Bruce watches as the man pulls Tim up by his hair so he faces the camera. Panic flashes in Tim’s eyes as he tries to say something, only for it to be muffled by the gag. Tim squirms from the man’s grasp until his hair is released, allowing his head to lull forward. “Now, as I was saying, 10 million dollars, cash, untraceable. Gotham docks two nights from now. If we catch wind that you’ve told GCPD or Batman… let’s just say the only way Timmy here is going home is in a body bag capeesh?”
Bruce unmutes his microphone, but leaves his camera off so they can’t see the Batcave in the background. “I’ll do it, just please don’t hurt him.”
One of the men off camera laughs, “We would never hurt anyone, isn’t that right Timmy?” His hand enters the screen only to hit Tim across the back of the head. Tim doesn’t raise his head, and Bruce can swear he hears Tim whimper. “Now, we best be going, lots of work to do-”
“Wait!” Bruce interrupts, “Can I at least talk to him? Please? I just need to know he’s okay.” One of the men grunts, then yanks the gag out of Tim’s mouth. Tim weakly raises his head to look at the camera in front of him.
“H-hey Dad.” He shakily says while Bruce tries to ignore the dried blood on the side of his face.
Bruce tries his best to steady his voice, both for Tim and his own sake. “Hey Tim, how are you feeling?”
“I’m okay Dad, my head hurts a little. You’ll come for me right?”
Bruce lowers his head, thankful Tim can’t see him right now. “Of course I will, I love you son.”
“I love you too Dad.” One of the men jumps in front of the camera as Tim says this, and even though he’s wearing a mask Bruce can tell he has a smug look on his face.
“Well, like I said we’ve got lots to do. Gotham Docks, two nights from now, midnight, don’t be late.” The camera cuts off and Bruce immediately stands up. He dials his phone as he begins to pace the cave.
“Hey B, what’s up?” Barbara asks as she picks up the other end, unaware of what just happened.
“Barbara, it’s- it’s Tim. Something happened and- and I just got a ransom video. They haven’t hurt him yet, but if they do I’ll never forgive myself and obviously I could just give them the money, but they don’t know I’m Batman so what if they try something-”
“Bruce, calm down, it’s going to be okay. Can you send the video my way? I’ll see if I can pick up any clues, maybe Tim said something to help us find him. He’s smart Bruce, don’t forget that.” In spite of the panic she feels, Babs somehow maintains a calm tone of voice. “And while I’m doing that we can send everyone out to look for him.”
“They said they’d kill him if they caught wind I told Batman, Babs-”
“I know you’re stressed out right now, so you’re not thinking straight. You’ll stay at the cave, in case they call again, while the rest of the team will patrol Gotham.” Babs pauses, “I use patrol lightly, they’re really going to be searching for Tim, but casually enough that hopefully our kidnappers won’t pick up on it. Sound good?” Bruce doesn’t verbally answer, but after years of working side by side with him, Barbara knows him well enough to know his answer. “Good, now I’m going to send a message to the team about Tim, what was he wearing in the video?”
Bruce racks his brain, despite it happening minutes ago, “Red jacket, it looked like a green t-shirt underneath. That’s all I could see.”
Babs makes a note of this quickly before continuing, “Okay, I just sent out a message. I’m gonna head your way and then we can go over the video together, I don’t think you should be alone right now. Plus I’ll need a second set of eyes.”
“Barbara?” Bruce rubs his hand over his face, trying to get himself to focus on anything but the danger Tim is in.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
The second Barbara arrives at the Batcave she begins to scour the video for any clues as to where they might be holding Tim. She knows having Bruce pace in the background isn’t helping any, but the other alternative is to send him out on patrol where he could get a little too hands-on with any low-level criminal he’d come across. Hours pass, with little to no progress in finding Tim, when another call comes through Bruce’s phone.
“Unknown number, it’s them.” Bruce states, determined to get any clue on the whereabouts of his son. He picks up the phone then transfers the call to his computer so he can record the video.
“Hello Bruce, miss me?” It’s the same masked man as before, but Tim does not appear to be in frame.
Bruce growls, “I don’t even know who the hell you are or what you want with my son.”
“Oh dear, someone’s grumpy.” He laughs.
“Where is TIm? I want to see him.”
“‘Where is Tim?’ Oh that’s a good question.” He pauses, then a scream is heard off screen. “Oh, sounds like him, shall we go check?”
“You said you wouldn’t hurt him.” Bruce bites his tongue as best he can. “I’m doing everything you ask, it hasn’t even been a day. I haven’t involved anyone else I swear.”
The man picks up the camera and begins to walk out of the room, down the hall slightly then into another room. He turns the camera around so the focus is no longer on him, but on Tim, hanging from his arms in the center of the room.
“Now I want you to keep in mind that I haven’t broken my promise. I haven’t touched a hair on Timmy’s head. My friend Ace, on the other hand… well let’s just say I turned my back for a couple minutes, whoops!” The man walks closer until the camera is almost in Tim’s face, who doesn’t raise his head or even acknowledge the camera’s presence. “Say hi to Daddy for us.” Tim drops his head even lower, feigning unconsciousness so the man walks away. “Or be boring, that’s fine too. Well, since Tim 's not in a chatty mood, I guess I’ll be going now. Just wanted to remind you of what was at stake if you fuck up. Bye!”
The line instantly goes dead, followed by Bruce storming out of the room. Babs considers following after him, but instead opts to scan the new footage for clues. After an hour straight of watching the video, Babara is about to give up when she notices Tim moving his fingers strangely. A second look and she realizes it’s ASL. L-I-B-R-A-R-Y he spells with his fingers, so quickly Barbara has to slow the video down to register it.
Barbara glances at the monitor displaying the location of all the teammates to see who is closest to where Tim is.
“What do you have for me, Oracle?” Jason asks as he picks up the phone.
“I think I found him.” Oracle pulls up the directions to where she thinks Tim is being held. “Just outside of Gotham, there’s an abandoned library. I think it got destroyed during some battle Batman had, but the underground part should in theory be intact. I think that’s where they’re holding Tim. You’re the closest one, and you’ll have to go in solo, it’d take too long for backup to arrive. I’m going to look for the building layout while you drive there so you know what to expect so at least you won’t be going in completely blind. I know it’s a lot to ask but-”
“Tim’s family, Oracle. That’s all there is to it. Send me the address and I’ll head over immediately.”
Jason pulls up to the library and can’t help but pause as he takes in the building. Half of it has been turned to rubble while the other half barely stays upright. He pulls up the blueprints in his helmet for easy access as he begins to search the building for the entrance to the basement. He makes quick work of the two guards in front of the door, then carefully descends. As Jason carefully walks through the wall, Babs leads him towards the room Tim should be held in. He comes across a couple more guards before arriving at a locked door. Jason picks the lock, and tries to stop himself as the door swings open to reveal Tim being beaten by a man into unconsciousness.
Rage takes over as his vision becomes red. Jason tosses the man against the wall before laying into him with his fists. The man begs him to stop, but one look at Tim tells Jason that he doesn’t deserve his mercy. His hand goes for his gun, one less asshole in the world, but then Babs’ voice in his earpiece stops him.
“He’ll suffer longer in prison.” She states. Jason knows this is true, and as much as he would like to finish the job, there are more important things at hand. He spins his gun around and hits the man with the butt of his gun, knocking him out. Jason stands, then spits on the man before he turns around to go tend to Tim.
“Ja-Red Hood?” Tim wearily asks, struggling to lift his head. Jason unlocks the chains around his wrists, catching him as he falls.
“Yeah buddy, it’s me.” He wants so badly to take his mask off, to show Tim a familiar face, but he knows there are probably more goons in the building and he cannot deal with a secret identity reveal currently. “Let’s get you out of here huh?” Tim doesn’t answer, already fast asleep in Jason’s arms, the safety Jason provides finally allowing for exhaustion to take him over. Tim sleeps peacefully until they return to the Batcave, knowing he’s in the hands of people who care about him again.
#ransom video#no 6#whumpblr#whumptober 2022#whumptober#tim drake#jason todd#bruce wayne#barbara gordon#whump#tim drake whump
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I’m in need of Tim fic ideas to write based on one of or a combination of these:
1. hurt!Tim (Tim encounters whump, srry bb)
2. depressed!Tim (Tim encounters angst, srry bb)
3. ‘wait am I bi?’!Tim (Tim discovers he’s not straight)
4. ‘0.05% away from becoming evil, do not test’!Tim (Tim does things that Batman would very much not approve)
5. stoner!Tim
6. your own idea!
Ready. Set. Send them in.
#Tim drake fanfic ideas#tim drake#tim drake robin#dc red robin#red robin#tim drake is bi#tim drake fanfic#tim drake whump#tim drake angst#stoner!tim drake#stoner tim drake#evil tim drake#evil red robin#villain tim drake#villain red robin#depressed!tim drake#depressed tim drake#hurt!tim drake#hurt tim drake#tim drake headcanon#kuebi creates#holy adoption batfam
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While ao3 is down, I'm going to see if I can figure out how to post directly here.
Two Weeks Of Whump Challenge Day 9. Branding
Tim reached over and behind his head, grabbing his shirt by the back of his collar and pulling it off. He tossed it towards the laundry basket and flopped face down on the bed, ready to drift off to sleep.
Until something poked him.
"Your pants, too." Conner reminded.
"Mm. Nng. Leave me 'lone." Tim grunted in response.
"Tim, baby, this isn't up for debate. You've got mud, blood and… what I hope is rainwater, caked everywhere."
"Vigilante aesthetic."
"No."
Tim huffed, but pushed himself up anyway. "Fine." He stumbled to his dresser and grabbed out a pair of sweatpants to change into.
"I'm so sorry for insisting you at least change out of your uniform before getting into… bed."
Conner finished his sentence softly, and Tim turned to see what had caught his boyfriend's attention.
"What."
"Who's 'JJ'?"
Tim froze, and he could swear he felt his heart stop.
'My dear son, JJ! Now doesn't that just have a nice ring to it?'
'Sure does, Puddin'!'
Their voices echoed in his mind, accompanied by phantom pains.
The feeling of the electrical shocks.
The prick of needles.
The far-too-tight cuffs keeping him from fighting back or defending himself.
He was back there.
No!
He was here!
He'd gotten out.
He'd survived.
He'd beaten them.
They were gone.
… Right?
"... What?" He finally managed.
"Your leg. You've got a tattoo that says 'JJ'. I was just wondering, cause I've never heard you mention them. Were they an ex?" Conner got up and came over, face concerned. He must have seen Tim's reaction to his question.
Tim didn't know what to say.
How long..?
He had been rid of them.
"W-what..?" He couldn't breathe.
They were…
They were gone.
"Tim? Are you okay?"
Tim closed his eyes.
Everything was… way too much right now.
He felt sick.
Dizzy.
Sounds were too loud.
He was too close.
Tim stumbled back, falling against the dresser.
'There's a good lad. Now why don't you help your daddy with a little something?'
Hands pulled at his hair.
His own?
He didn't care.
"Tim!"
'Ah, ah, ah! That's not your name anymore, is it? Naaah. You look more like a Junior.'
"Get away from me."
He felt himself slide down to his knees, heard… someone screaming.
Who was screaming?
Him?
"I'm here. Baby, I'm right here. I've got you."
'Now that I've got you, my boy,' His voice echoed in Tim's head, 'Killing Batsy will be a piece of cake!'
He wanted to go home.
He wanted his family.
But he couldn't move.
He couldn't move!
Something was restraining him!
"Stop! Tim, baby, please! You're going to hurt yourself!"
He had to get free.
He had to.
They were going to kill him.
They were going to use him to kill Batman.
He felt a prick in his neck and redoubled his efforts to free himself.
He couldn't do this again.
He didn't want to lose himself again.
"Shh. Shh. You're going to be okay. You're going to be okay. Just give it a minute."
He felt himself relax against his will.
He…
He had to fight.
He… had to get free.
He couldn't give in…
But whatever he'd been injected with didn't give him a choice.
His mind started to clear and he found himself lying on his back, head and shoulders resting in Conner's lap.
"You're okay. You're okay, baby. I'm so sorry. Bruce is on his way. Just relax."
Conner…
He looked scared.
The room began to grow dark, but Tim reached up, shakily.
Conner looked scared, but Tim's brain was in too much of a fog to figure out why.
His fingers brushed a tear away from his boyfriend's cheek before falling limply back down, resting across his own chest.
Conner grabbed it and held it. "You're okay, sweetheart." He whispered.
Tim thought he might have said something else as well, but he couldn't make it out, already drifting off.
#twoweeksofwhump#twow#batman#tim drake#red robin#kon el#conner kent#timkon#joker jr#panic attack#tim drake whump
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if there was love
jaytim + dicktim | warning: noncon | omegaverse, mpreg | 5.8k
Tim sprinted down the hall. His heat made him feel sluggish, disoriented, even though he was certain he could still run as fast as ever, it just hurt. His abdomen cramped up until he had to duck into a closet to catch his breath, hand over his mouth to muffle it.
“I can still smell you,” Jason called. The tone of his voice made Tim shudder and gush slick. He sounded like a predator. And he wanted to destroy Tim, punish him for ever taking on the Robin mantle. He was fucking terrified, and his heat-sick body was begging for a strong alpha to hold it down and—
No. He wouldn't let that happen.
The floorboards creaked outside. Tim readied a batarang. Jason threw open the doors, and Tim stabbed him between the ribs.
“Robin!” he roared, grabbing him by his collar and throwing him into the hall. Tim was up and scrambling for the medbay in a second. Metal pierced the flesh of his thigh and he went down, hamstrung. He kept crawling, even as Jason's feet landed on either side of him. “That's cute,” he said, as he stomped a batarang out of Tim's hand. His fingers crunched under his boot. “You think you still have a chance.”
“I have to,” he gritted out, going still, trying to measure his next move. If he tried to grab anything else, Jason would break his other hand. “I’m Robin.”
He snorted, his boot coming to rest between Tim’s shoulder blades, pinning him, as if he could manage more than an army crawl. “Robin’s never been a little omega bitch.”
Of course not. Robin was always going to be a young, strong alpha, slated to bark and snarl with the best of society during the day and tangle with the worst of it at night. Tim never believed he was biologically disadvantaged, that was a crock, in his opinion, but it made people see him differently. That was what his scent blockers were for. He hadn’t been expecting a heat—his first heat—to be so brutally hormonal that it stunk through the patches. Raven had offered for him to go home before it hit, but the last thing he wanted was Bruce thinking he couldn’t fight with the Titans during a routine bodily cycle. It just…wasn’t routine for him, yet. He was new. All of it was new.
#link in replies#jaytim#dicktim#omega tim drake#alpha jason todd#batcest#tim drake whump#saltwaterwrites#nsft#tw noncon
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Never mind, I found it. It's Kidnapping Tim's Dignity by Sophie_Vers.
Okay... What's that fic where Tim's photos get leaked, and he goes to Bruce, and it's an ordeal because he feels violated and upset, and Bruce is raining hell on everyone because none of it is remotely okay. The author has a note at the end about how objectification/sexualization of celebrities and how off it is that we've normalized people's private lives (sex tapes, nude photos, etc.) being publicized by the press.
It's not 'Say Cheese', though that's a good fic. It's kinda the opposite in that the fic takes a not okay stance on a similar event.
#batfamily#batfam#lost fic#ao3#help#tim drake#timothy drake#red robin#batman#bruce wayne#tim whump#tim drake whump#hurt tim drake#tim and bruce
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Working on the final chapter of the vampire hunter au with Tim and Jay
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