Batman's #1 Stalker

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By 赋赋赋赋格

[youngtitan213]

whaaaa! x’3 This is so cute. :’3

[discowing]

timmy timmy TIMLET TIMMY oh my goood you’re so cute and tiny

[sweet-tart]

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

Downtown Blüdhaven and police are baffled. 12 unlocked boxes are found scattered through an elementary school playground. 6 are identical to the one Tim found in Gotham. The other 6 are too, but painted solid blue. Officers cleared the area. One officer opened a red box and lost a hand in the explosion. 11 boxes remain. 5 contain grenades wired to blow on movement. The other 6 contain dead robins inside. The 6 with bird corpses also contain the same note: The Queen of Speed is Next!

Tim surveyed the area. Around him, sirens wailed, lights flashed, and just behind him, through the closed doors of the ambulance, he could hear the officer, screaming around the pain in what was left of his arm.

He turned to the police chief. "I want you to evacuate people as far as possible and let me handle the boxes." The man glared at him but consented, more willing to have the vigilante die than any of his men.

Tim waited until the area was cleared enough before stepping onto the playground. From what he could see, the boxes were wire sprung, not by remote. "Too easy." He didn't need to know which if any boxes held more explosives. Tim maneuvered through the play-sets, attaching a wire of his own to the lids of each of the eleven boxes and running the wires across the lot, just behind the corner of the school building. Slowly, he pulled the first wire, opening the box. The wire in his hand hummed with the explosion, sending a small cloud of fire around it.

He repeated this again, perplexed as to why one of the boxes didn't go off. Four more exploded in the empty lot, another five remaining still. Scaling the building, Tim was able to peer into one of the remaining boxes from a safe height. A dead robin. All six boxes left had the same thing. But the message was different than the last.

The Queen of Speed. Tim could only think of one female Speedster involved by association with the League. "Bai..?"

[konstantawesome-deactivated2012]

A little wrong, a little fun @3rd-robinsthecharm

[konstantawesome-deactivated2012]

Kon nodded and shifted the shorter teen in his arms, then carried him swiftly back into the men’s room they had entered in. It was mercifully empty, so he kicked off from the ground and flew out the skylight, and set down a few buildings away where the music was less assaulting on the ears. 

“Alright Timmy.” He gently shook his friend’s shoulder. “Which compartment. Can you reach them yourself?”

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

He groaned, shifting in Kon’s arms. His hand reached weakly for a compartment on his left hip but he couldn’t quite wrap his fingers around the catch. “In therr.” Tim berated himself for letting this happen. “Sorry Kon… shulda watched ma glass…”

[konstantawesome-deactivated2012]

“It’s not your fault.” Kon assured him, opening the compartment that his friend had pointed to. There was a small vial of a clearish liquid labelled “Anti-Drug” on the side. “If anything, it’s my fault. I should never have dragged you here.”

He moved Tim’s head to his lap so he could elevate the teen’s head on his knee and unscrewed the cap, giving his friend a concerned glance. He looked so small and defenseless and sick. He tipped Tim’s head back and poured a few drops of anti-drug into his mouth.

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

Tim stirred a little in Kon's arms, blinking out of his daze. His limbs were like lead, still too heavy to lift, but he was able to think more. He smiled up at Kon, thankful that of anyone, the clone head been the one to go with him.

"Thanks..." He curled a little closer to the blazing heat that was Kon's chest. "Think we should go back ta the tower... Get some rest."

[juliennagev-deactivated20160226]

Robin

Art by junghyun

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

A medium sized steel box painted red with a picture of a Robin painted in black on its lid is left in front of a statue at Gotham University. The box is padlocked. Inside the box is a bloody jambiya. DNA analysis will reveal the blood to belong to Mia Queen whose body was recently discovered in Metropolis. Criminal forensics will determine this to be the murder weapon used to kill her. No note, no other evidence exists within or around the box.

Tim is cautious about handling the box, clearly left for him to find. He runs one finger over the painted robin, but there is no residue on his gauntlet, the pain long since dry.

Carefully he picks the lock, opening it slowly in case it's booby trapped. Nothing happens, so he picks up the dagger, examining it. Clicking his comm link, he messages Bruce. "Got something. You should see this." He then packs up the blade and box, heading back towards the manor.

[konstantawesome-deactivated2012]

A little wrong, a little fun @3rd-robinsthecharm

[konstantawesome-deactivated2012]

“I know Tim, we will soon.” Kon leaned in closer so only Tim could hear him. “You wouldn’t happened to have brought some, i dunno, bat-antidote for all date-rape drugs? Because otherwise you’re gonna have to go to hospital and talk to the police, and they’re gonna find out we’re under 21.”

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

“Mhmmm.” He recognized that voice, despite the growing pounding in his head. But Tim couldn’t get to his utility belt and Kon would attract attention doing it here. He groaned again, trying to speak and hoping the message got across. “Leev now.”

[konstantawesome-deactivated2012]

Kon nodded and shifted the shorter teen in his arms, then carried him swiftly back into the men’s room they had entered in. It was mercifully empty, so he kicked off from the ground and flew out the skylight, and set down a few buildings away where the music was less assaulting on the ears. 

“Alright Timmy.” He gently shook his friend’s shoulder. “Which compartment. Can you reach them yourself?”

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

He groaned, shifting in Kon's arms. His hand reached weakly for a compartment on his left hip but he couldn't quite wrap his fingers around the catch. "In therr." Tim berated himself for letting this happen. "Sorry Kon... shulda watched ma glass..."

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

Logan Huffman as the Tim Drake Face Claim

[konstantawesome-deactivated2012]

A little wrong, a little fun @3rd-robinsthecharm

[konstantawesome-deactivated2012]

Tim’s vitals were weird. Kon should have picked up on it sooner, should have acted on it quicker, but he felt slow and sluggish and he couldn’t quite think straight. The lights and noises were overwhelming, and then suddenly Tim pushed him away and was gone, leaving Kon to stare at the spot where he used to be.

“Tim?” He tried yelling over the crowd, but had no response. He looked around wildly but saw no trace of his friend; When he tried using his xray vision, there were too many layers, too many squirming bodies moving around and he couldn’t focus on any particular area. Desperate, he turned on his super hearing, and cried out pain and covered his ears, the noise of the crowd and the music making him feel as though his eardrums has burst. He tried to concentrate, to filter out just the music and listen for Tim’s voice, and…

There! Tim was speaking, and it didn’t sound good. He moved his way through the crowd, staggering a little when he nearly tripped over his own feet, until he broke through the mass of bodies and found himself at the wall. Tim’s vitals suddenly came back into range, and his pulse was going haywire with panic. The wall of the building was lined with couples kissing and chatting, but it only took him a second to spot a sleazy looking guy feeling up a kid in a black outfit. Without thinking twice and his mind going red, he stumbled towards them, grabbed the back of the guy’s jacket, pulled him off his friend, and shoving him against the wall so hard he heard the painted plaster crack. The guy cried out in pain and in shock.

“How the fuck are you still standing?” He emoted. “I saw you drink at least half brat’s glass!”

“I-I…” What? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

Without the support, Tim crumpled to the floor, the music still moving through him in beats even when he couldn’t hear the words anymore. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the part that could still think, he knew something was wrong with this. He’d been drugged before so he recognized the feeling.

Sluggishly, Tim tried to lift his head and look for Kon. Someone walked by, ignoring the fact he was on the floor to step over him. He tried his voice, but all that came out was weak. “k-on… where’re…you..?”

[konstantawesome-deactivated2012]

Kon looked between the terrified creeper in his hands, then at Tim crumpled on the floor, the cogs working furiously in his head. It took him a few moments to come to the conclusion he should have come to instantly; Tim had been drugged, and so had he. It must have happened when they were pushed around at the bar, right before the two of them shared the coke. Not many human-made drugs could effect a Kryptonian, but certain ones in strong enough doses were enough to cause a similar effect to being tipsy.

He brought back his fist in preparation to punch the guy out, but before he could, a large burly man wearing the logo of the club on his shirt appeared behind him and held his fist back, while another man in an identical shirt stood beside him. Kon could have easily broken out of the grip, but it was enough to make him pause.

“What’s going on here?” One of the bouncers asked in a loud voice.

“This guy is trying to beat me up!” The creeper piped.

“N-No!” Kon stuttered. “I mean, yes, but he drugged my friend! He was feeling him up and now Tim can’t even stand! We didn’t even drink any alcohol!”

The bouncer looked at Tim’s prostrate form on the floor, then looked back at Kon holding the creep against the wall. “Where’s your friend’s glass?”

Kon pointed back at the surface they’d placed the glasses on; it had only been a few minutes and the bar tender was busy, so luckily they were still there. The second bouncer walked back there to retrieve them, while the first switched his grip from Kon to the man who had drugged them. Kon immediently bent down and picked Tim up in his arms.

“Timmy? You still with me?”

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

He could feel himself being picked up and cradled but there was no sound, only feeling. Tim didn’t know who was holding him, but his hands were soft and he wasn’t trying to hurt him. Tim reflexively turned into the embrace shielding his eyes from the bright lights.

He tried to speak, but wasn’t sure if the mumbled sound came out at all. “Wnna go home…”

[konstantawesome-deactivated2012]

“I know Tim, we will soon.” Kon leaned in closer so only Tim could hear him. “You wouldn’t happened to have brought some, i dunno, bat-antidote for all date-rape drugs? Because otherwise you’re gonna have to go to hospital and talk to the police, and they’re gonna find out we’re under 21.”

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

"Mhmmm." He recognized that voice, despite the growing pounding in his head. But Tim couldn't get to his utility belt and Kon would attract attention doing it here. He groaned again, trying to speak and hoping the message got across. "Leev now."

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

lady-condom started following you

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[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

21, 48, 49

21- Turn on's/Turn off's- turn on: Holding him down, romantic little things like surprises, and confidence. Turn off: sarcasm, violence, pain

48- How do they express love?- Trying to please the other person as much as possible

49- Fighting style in a fist fight?- Tim Drake would take the hits and try to avoid hitting back. Red Robin would kick ass with one of the many techniques he's been trained in and take names right to the cops

[arostine-deactivated20121128]

The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme

[zatanna-annataz]

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Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

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[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

If you could go back in time 5 years what would you tell yourself

>.> Not to be so scared of girls. They're only mean a few days a month

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

what has been your most embarrassing moment on the teen titans?

Face-planting when someone who will remain unnamed managed to slip my seatbelt around my foot while getting out of Vic's car

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

ever 'accidently' take any sexy pictures of someone while stalking them?

Yes

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

How many times a week do you jerk off?

Depends on how horny I'm feeling

[3rd-robinsthecharm-blog]

Are you a virgin?

yes