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This started as a redraw of an old Jason drawing I did but then it turned into Jason being angsty, then I decided to clown on it by turning it into Jason getting a headache from Tim "Well Actually âïžđ€" Drake.
Jason please stop aura farming you'll give Timmy too many kinks
JayTim commission ĐŃĐžĐœŃ Đ6 ĐČ vk DOMFANDOM
"Always Land On Your Feet" (Stray!Tim 'verse) Red Hood and Stray.
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A celebratory "we managed to lose 'em" smooch âșïž
JayTim relationship reveal scenario ft. possessive and protective Tim (he's a Drake, and it's never a good idea to offend a dragon's hoard which is just Jason in this case).
most hero teams had been called in for an alien invasion. Jason had even been on his best behavior for Tim, gritting his teeth and staying silent everytime something bothered him or pissed him off. and somehow Jason isn't the one who snaps, its Tim. Tim who can't stand the slander against Jason, his intelligence, his skills, his morals. fuck the Bats for their false beliefs and fuck them for spreading that hateful rhetoric that makes it impossible for Jason to find any understanding or friendship within the hero community. and fuck everyone else for believing it before ever even meeting Jason or getting to know him. Tim isn't stupid enough to let himself be distracted by his emotions during the invasion but lecturing but afterwards is fair game.
Tim's team, his friends, are the only ones not surprised about how vicious Tim can be. Tim may hide it but he's definitely morally grey at best and fiercely protective of those he loves. and Kon, Bart and Cassie know that Tim's Jason is someone he absolutely adores. they don't really announce anything but they're the only ones chill enough to move past processing to invite Tim and Jason by proxy to hang out. obvi they invited Jason too. they might only be close with Tim but they know when they're getting a two for one deal and there ain't no way Tim goes anywhere without his Jay.
Tim has never been subtle or backed down when he wants something. this is a fact Tim's friends know. he knows what he wants and he knows how to get it and he knows. he wants Jason and after he successfully has Jason, that doesn't change.
SOFT Jaytim WIP
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Barely Legal
This is a prompt fill for @jason-flashfic for the prompt Barely legal. Tim is 16 here and Jason is a month away from his 18th birthday. (Age of consent in New Jersey is 16, hence the "barely legal" tag.)
Fandom: Batman Rating: M Word Count: 1,644 Ship: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Summary: It's the night before Tim's 16th birthday and Jason's having a great time just relaxing on the couch with his boyfriend. At midnight, Tim surprises him with a proposition.
Notes: This is an AU where Jason never died. Tim is still Robin, Jason has his own identity. The details aren't important for this fic.
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Jason had just finished cleaning the pot he'd made dinner in when the door banged open and Tim entered the penthouse. He was wearing nothing but some short jean shorts and a muscle tank that showed off his Robin physique.
"You are here!" Tim grinned at Jason before dropping his bag by the door and bounding over.
Jason obligingly leaned in for a quick kiss and didn't let his eyes wander down to wear the shirt cut out on Tim's sides. "Didn't expect to see you again until tomorrow."
"Bernard, Ives, and Darla took me out for my birthday," he announced, "since Bruce has claimed tomorrow for family. Rather than make Alfred give me a ride back to Bristol, I asked if I could just crash here for the night."
Jason felt a flutter of excitment at the idea of a surprise date night. "That mean I get you to myself?"
Jason: âLook at that smug little bitch. With his ugly ass hair cut⊠and stupid blue eyes, and those pouty lips⊠and his petite ass⊠and-â
Dick: âDude, if you wanna fuck Tim just go do it.â
Jason: âEwww no did you not just hear me say I hate him! I need to make him cry.â
Tim: âPlease, five minutes with me and youâll be the one crying.â
Dick: âOh my fucking god go get a god damn room!â
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Beware the Ides
Gotham was quiet in that way that meant it wouldnât stay that way for long.
The clock in the cave read 11:47 PM. Rain tapped against the stone above like someone drumming impatient fingers.
Jason Todd leaned against the Batcomputer console, red helmet resting on the desk beside him. He was loading magazines with the casual precision of someone who had done it a thousand times.
Behind him, the rest of the family watched like they were witnessing a train heading toward a broken bridge.
âJason,â Bruce said, voice low and measured, âyou donât have to do this tonight.â
Jason didnât look up.
âPretty sure I do.â
Dick crossed his arms, leaning back against the railing above the cave floor. âYou say that every time before something stupid.â
âFunny,â Jason replied. âI say the same thing about your hair.â
âLow blow,â Dick muttered.
Tim stood closest to Jason, perched on the edge of the console. His staff rested against his knee, forgotten. His eyes tracked every movement Jason madeâthe way he checked the slide of the pistol, the way his jaw flexed when Bruce spoke.
âYouâre going after Black Mask, right?â Tim said quietly.
Jason slid the magazine into place with a click.
âRoman Sionis has been trafficking kids through the Narrows for three months,â Jason said. âWeâve busted his shipments, taken out his crews, and he keeps walking away.â
âThatâs not new,â Damian said sharply from the shadows. âCriminals persist.â
Jason finally looked up.
âAnd thatâs why Gothamâs still like this.â
Damian met his gaze without flinching.
Bruce stepped forward. âYouâre planning something irreversible.â
Jason smirked slightly.
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing.â
Alfred cleared his throat softly from the stairs.
Everyone paused. Even Jason.
âIf I may,â Alfred said, hands folded behind his back, âhistory suggests that actions taken in anger often carry consequences beyond the intended target.â
Jason huffed a quiet laugh.
âYou quoting Shakespeare at me, Alfred?â
âJulius Caesar, Master Jason,â Alfred said. âGiven the date, it seemed appropriate.â
Dick groaned. âOh no.â
Alfredâs gaze was calm.
âBeware the Ides of March.â
Jason picked up his helmet.
âYeah,â he said. âThatâs kind of the point.â
Tim slid off the console.
âJay.â
Jason paused.
Tim rarely used that toneâsoft but firm, like a hand on the chest stopping someone from walking into traffic.
âYou kill Sionis,â Tim said, âyou donât stop the problem. Someone else fills the vacuum.â
Jason turned slowly.
âAnd if I donât?â
Tim hesitated.
Jason gestured vaguely toward the city above them.
âThen more kids disappear. More bodies in the river. More mothers waiting at the GCPD desk hoping someone found their kid.â
No one spoke.
Jasonâs voice softened.
âYou know Iâm right, Tim.â
Tim did know.
That was the problem.
Dick pushed off the railing and dropped down to the cave floor.
âYouâre talking like the rest of us donât care.â
Jason shrugged.
âIâm talking like the rest of you wonât do what it takes.â
Bruceâs voice cut through the cave.
âYou cross that line, you donât come back from it.â
Jason met his eyes.
âPretty sure I already did.â
Silence hung heavy between them.
Tim stepped closer.
âSo thatâs it?â he asked quietly. âYouâre just going to ignore all of us?â
Jasonâs expression softened slightly when he looked at him.
âThatâs not what Iâm doing.â
âIt kind of is.â
Jason reached out, brushing his knuckles against Timâs wrist. The gesture was quick, almost invisible to anyone who wasnât watching closely.
Tim noticed.
Jasonâs voice dropped so only he could hear.
âYou know why I have to do this.â
Tim swallowed.
âYeah,â he admitted.
Behind them, Dick rubbed his face. âThis is the worst possible version of couples therapy.â
Damian scoffed.
Jason picked up his helmet.
âLook,â he said to the room, âI appreciate the intervention. Really.â
He put the helmet under his arm.
âBut tonight? Iâm finishing this.â
Bruceâs jaw tightened.
âIf you walk out that doorââ
âI know,â Jason said.
He turned toward the stairs.
âJason.â
Timâs voice stopped him.
Jason looked back.
Tim held his gaze for a long moment.
Then he said quietly:
âJust⊠come back.â
Jasonâs expression shiftedâsomething softer, something tired.
He nodded once.
âI always do.â
Jason swung a leg over the bike in one smooth motion.
The engine roared to life the moment he hit the ignitionâlow, violent, reverberating through the cavern like distant thunder. The sound bounced off the stone walls of the Batcave, filling the silence Jason had left behind after their argument.
He pulled the helmet down over his head.
The lenses lit upâtwo glowing red eyes in the dark.
For a moment he just sat there, hands on the grips, engine rumbling beneath him.
Then he twisted the throttle.
The bike howled.
Tires screeched against the cave floor as Jason peeled out, shooting toward the ramp at a reckless speed. The lights lining the tunnel blurred past in streaks of white as the engine screamed up the incline.
A second later the roar of the bike vanished into the Gotham night.
The cave fell quiet.
Dick exhaled slowly.
âWell,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck, âthatâs⊠not ominous at all.â
Damian crossed his arms. âTodd rarely does anything subtly.â
Bruceâs gaze lingered on the empty tunnel.
Tim didnât move.
He was still standing where Jason had left him.
Dick glanced at him. âYou okay?â
Tim nodded automatically
Dick laughed nervously.
âFuck,â he said, âthat went about as well as expected.â
Damian crossed his arms.
âHe will attempt to kill Sionis.â
âYes,â Bruce said.
Tim grabbed his staff.
Dick blinked. âUh⊠Tim?â
Tim was already heading for the bikes.
âWeâre following him.â
Bruce raised an eyebrow.
âNot to stop him,â Tim said.
He paused at the edge of the cave.
âTo make sure he survives it.â
Alfred sighed faintly.
âAh,â he said. âThe Ides of March indeed.â
i need more people to get into the program:
the stalker between dicktim is tim. he does that shit since 9. he's lonely and bored and the pretty bird was cool.
the stalker between jaytim is jason. his dad's got a new shiny robin pretending to be him. he's mad but damn he's a pretty bird.
very different approaches, same diabolical spank banks.
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Yes Jason calls Tim a kid even though they are like 2 years apart in age. Teenagers are like that