Someone: hey Tim, do you have the time?

Tim: to listen to you whine?

Will I ever see your face again?/Not just photos from an Instagram/Will you say hello from across the street?/From a place and time we used to meet/Sometimes everything just grows apart/Broken pieces from a busted heart/Not even the drugs seem to work/Living in the shadows where we lurk

Outside my window before the sun comes up to shine/It's just another vacant, cold, and lonely night

Do you remember the jokes we told?/Rumors from a long, long time ago/Did we get over our innocence?/Did we take the time to make amends?/Will you dedicate a song to me?/Do you want me to just go away?/I just want to be your nobody/Is there any chance that I can stay?

Outside my window there is nothing but a sky/It's just another vacant, cold, and lonely night

Outside my window there is nothing but a sky/It's just another vacant, cold, and lonely night

Do you remember the jokes we told?/Rumors from a long long time ago/Did we get over our innocence?/Did we take the time to make amends?

I’m just. Ugh. Tim’s no longer a kid. He’s lost so much. Such Red Robin/just before RR vibes

I’m having Tim Drake x Green Day songs thoughts if anyone wants to hear them

Ok so:

Suzie Chapstick is giving such Tim breakup vibes. I think it could work with TimSteph, TimDanny, JayTim (especially if they were dating when Jason died) or immediate post brucequest DickTim

I NEED a fic about all Tim’s relationships called Bobby Sox

(Older thought but I don’t think I shared it here) Tim singing She’s a Rebel to Steph when they were dating, particularly either when she’s pregnant (friends idea) or near the end pre wargames (and she’s dangerous)(also the timing would fit with the songs release)

I’m having Tim Drake x Green Day songs thoughts if anyone wants to hear them

I’m having Tim Drake x Green Day songs thoughts if anyone wants to hear them

You’re getting it either way

Anyone want to see a shitty photoshop I did for an AU that’s probably not going to go anywhere?

I think the Montana/Wyoming thing is a matter of them being Northwest but not Pacific Northwest

Ok I’ve seen this come up in too many fics so, psa: Kansas is not in the South. People from Kansas do not have southern accents. Please stop calling the Kents southern. The word you are looking for is Midwest.

I mean, I figure most of the people doing it probably aren’t American. They probably just see the way the Kents talk and assume the only part of the US where people talk funny is the South.

Ok I’ve seen this come up in too many fics so, psa: Kansas is not in the South. People from Kansas do not have southern accents. Please stop calling the Kents southern. The word you are looking for is Midwest.

Anyone want to see a shitty photoshop I did for an AU that’s probably not going to go anywhere?

You know we never properly see the aftermath of Tim getting a batmobile sent to SF and promptly crashing it (or well, Bart crashing it). I imagine Batman had to put some serious money into SF to get them to not be mad, and had to go there in person to make sure parts weren’t stolen

Look. Jake’s a nice guy. The shit the media is saying about him, “sexual harassment” or whatever they were calling it, it’s all bullshit. So what if he likes to cop a feel ever now and then? All the guys do it. And sure it’d gotten him slapped before by some ladies with no sense of fun, but no one had ever tried to make a big deal about it before. Not until he tried sliding his hand around the Wayne girl’s ass and got his hand sliced up for his trouble. And seriously! Why was nobody talking about that! This Bitch straight up put razor blades in her skirt, and somehow Jake’s the bad guy? Crazy! Not to mention Bruce Fucking Wayne, playboyest of playboys, getting mad at Jake for touching his daughter? Hypocrite much? Fuck all the Waynes actually. Painting Jake like the bad guy. Who do they think they are?

Ok I’ve seen this come up in too many fics so, psa: Kansas is not in the South. People from Kansas do not have southern accents. Please stop calling the Kents southern. The word you are looking for is Midwest.

In a world where Steph was made Robin for real we could have gotten a comic called Wonder Girl and the Girl Wonder

When Tim first started seeing the harsh lines that form the boxes that now followed him around daily, he thought he was going crazy. They weren’t the first thing to make him think that of course, if they were the only sign he’d just think he needed to see an optometrist. No, the first thing to make him question his sanity was his conviction that Bruce was alive despite the literal corpse they had buried, just because of one painting that kinda looked like him.

The second sign was when he realized none of this was real. That one he had pushed hard against. Obviously the world was real, he was real, how else could he even be questioning his existence. He’s pretty sure that’s what Descartes was going on about (that’s the guy that said I think therefore I am, right? Tim wasn’t so sure. Philosophy wasn’t his thing).

This revelation had worried him so much he almost gave up his search for Bruce, and he had even been looking into antipsychotics when Ra’s ninjas found him in Paris. He didn’t tell them he thought their entire universe was fake of course, it wouldn’t do for Ra’s to know he was losing it, but he did lay out his evidence for Bruce being alive and lost in time, and they seemed convinced enough that it was possible, so he kept going. At least now he knew he wasn’t completely out of touch with reality. Probably. He didn’t think there was a reason Ra’s would have his people help Tim search for evidence that was all in his head but you never know with Ra’s.

The boxes had started appearing sometime between when Tim first encountered the ninjas and when he finally accepted their help. They were thin, practically non existent lines hovering in the air in seemingly random places. Sometimes they were big and distant, even going so far as looking like a strange line in the sky. Sometimes they were so close to him, they looked like someone was putting a frame around his face, or the person he was talking to’s.

He knew, instinctively that they were the reality of his fake world. The boxes he saw were the way people outside his reality saw what was happening. How they made it happen? He definitely didn’t have enough brain space to process that without actually going crazy. But he knew he wasn’t real, no one and nothing he knew was real. They were characters, playing their parts in the narrative.

Or he was going crazy.

But when he stumbled to his feet in that desert, blood pouring out of the hole in his abdomen where he had been stabbed through just a moment ago, surrounded by the corpses of the assassins he had befriended, Pru desperately trying to suck in air around the blood pour down her throat, he really didn’t care if he was crazy or not. They were hours out from the city at this point, and he had no clue where any nearer settlements were, let alone how to get to them without setting off any of the explosives buried in the sands. There was no hope of getting to the medical care they needed. Unless Tim wasn’t crazy, and he was actually seeing their hotel room, just a few short feet away though one of the boxes.

The decision to try to step through the box was easy. After some rudimentary first aid to slow the blood flow from both of their injuries, Tim pulled Pru up, looped her arm over his neck and dragged them both through the there-not there box.

What he saw as he traveled between boxes, between panels, was something he couldn’t describe properly if he tried. The closest he could get would be it was live stepping into a perfectly white room, no shadows anywhere, no way to tell where the floor became the wall. Except that one side of the room was full of windows that each showed snapshots of his life. He could see, just above his head, close enough he could reach into it if he tried, the moment that Widower had stabbed him. The words the widower had said in that moment floated there in neat little bubbles.

The other side of the room though, hurt to look at. Attempting to even look at it long enough to describe was like looking at the sun, except it was his brain that was overwhelmed rather than the photoreceptors of his eyes. He knew though, that that was where reality lay, and that trying to go over there would almost certainly destroy him.

Tim didn’t stop to stare at any of this though. His goal was to get Pru and himself into their hotel room and get help. In just a few short strides he was there. The angle this panel was at wasn’t nearly as convenient to step through as the first, as it was a downward shot of the room that left him with no choice but to basically jump down from the ceiling. He managed the jump without breaking a leg or dropping Pru though, and they both fell back onto the bed. He heard the door open and someone exclaim at the sight of them just before he passed out from blood loss.

Still wild to me that an entire team of people at dc decided it was cool to name a character after cilantro

Thought: the Justice League using the names clark and kal-el (or just kal?) interchangeably for Superman. He is Clark Kent. That’s the name he was raised with. But he is also Kal-el, one of the last children of Krypton. And otherwise the only people who would call him Kal-el are his cousin, dead space dad and enemies like Zod. I just think he deserves to have both his names used by his friends/coworkers

Kon calling Jason Wendy to annoy him but Jason doesn’t know what he’s referencing so he’s just confused and Kon realizes he likes Wendy (the Werewolf Stalker) too much to compare her to Jason and it totally backfires