[Timkon lovesquare au] okay here’s the part I never posted here! This was a two part comic with the first one exploring superboy going for more traditional superman look (sort of based on an mlb episode where chat noir changes his whole suit and demeanor) after getting shunned by the public and media while this part was about Tim’s belief in him inspiring him to just be superboy
I’ve honestly been so busy with two jobs and having like no free time that I barely draw but I want to add more comics to this au 😣🙏
Imagine Jason in the middle of a fight. He hasn't officially come back with the family and he's still debating himself between keeping hating on Bruce or wanting a goddamn well deserved hug from the man.
And, you know when there's certain smells that remind you of people? Like, smells that are actually strongly linked to that person?... A certain perfume they always used, or laundry detergent?
Well, he's mid fight and he smells it. Bruce's. But it's not like a faint memory or a soft breeze, more like a punch on the face, a strong waft...
That's his smell. And he has to physically turn around and search for him. Because... THAT'S. HIS. SMELL. Not Batman's, no. Bruce's. The smell he had after a shower, or when cuddling together. His dad's smell. Warmth and love. And there's no way in hell that Bruce fucking Wayne is here right now. Maybe the bat might be here, but Bruce? Prada fall 2012 Brucie? No way, José.
He's so focused on panicking that the goons actually run away before he gets the chance to interrogate them. And he doesn't even have the intention to follow them.
He's turning around like those scenes in the movies when the camera goes from the character's face to show an open view of the surroundings. He's panicking, fingers itching to dial his dad's phone number. Throat aching, burning in the need to say the word, to call, to scream.
By the time he can breathe again, the smell is gone, and he's in the middle of a bloody alleyway with his heart thumping in his ears.
He leaves, angry, cursing at Bruce Wayne and his stupidly fancy and nice lovable remarkable smell.
A long time after, when they have finally solved their issues (fucking please, DC), he's buried in Bruce's shoulder actually sobbing because "HOW DARE YOU CHANGE YOUR PERFUME WITHOUT ASKING?! WHEN I FINALLY CAN SMELL YOU AGAIN?!" And Bruce, with a huge ass grown up man straddle in his lap, patting his back it's "??? I'm sorry, baby?" He has changed so many times his perfumes, he's so confused but happy. His baby boy is willingly hugging him even if he's sniffing him, which is so, so weird.
Why would you leave this in the tags? Lmao this is so good, tragically funny!!
Bruce sitting on his walking-closet floor, cradling the 6,4 Jason Todd-Wayne like a toddler, sitting on his lap. And Jason, who's at the same time bent over an almost empty bottle of perfume while SOBBING.
Duke standing at the doorframe like ??? He just came back from school and needed Bruce's signature. He's messaging the group chat.
Bruce is already planning a visit to the main headquarters. He will buy the company, if needed. His boy wants the perfume for some weird reason? His boy will have the perfume (they can't make it anymore. For safety and health reasons, the main ingredients are now illegal... luckily for them all, they have pretty good connections with one really well known crime lord from the underworld)
Y’all my favorite headcanon that I saw is that Aizawa is quiet and barely talks when he’s in public, but when he’s at home he just goes to yap town w/ his husband :*)
Slightly ooc bcs that’s ^ simply not their characteristics but thats the point kind of so .
Also shoutout @caitwritesao3 for wanting this fic im sorry u only got a ficlet
As the owner of Gotham’s most popular nightclub, Jason sees a lot. Some things he wishes he hadn’t—someone getting head behind the bar, I mean, come on—and some things that make his… other endeavours so much easier—that’s all classified information, unfortunately.
He also sees a lot of people who definitely shouldn’t be in his club. He’s had to sack a ridiculous amount of bouncers for letting in minors, and the amount of A-listers he’s seen openly cheating on their spouses is staggering and makes him glad to be single.
He wouldn’t mind staking claim to that, however.
Rich-kid Timothy “Tim” Jackson Drake, son to Jack and Janet Drake, heir to Drake Industries, and beloved princelet of Gotham is swaying on Jason’s lit up dance floor with a drink in his hand.
Now, Jason has never been a fan of the rich and famous, and after his stint as a Wayne ward, he’s had more than enough of them to last a lifetime. He doesn’t like the faux politeness, the silent politics, and just the overall lack of humanity. It enrages him to see these fucking people kiss ass and sell their souls to better themselves and their capital. It’s downright disgusting.
That being said, little Drake is moving to the beat of the music in a way that makes Jason want to take a bite out of him.
He send a quick text to one of the guys working security asking if there’s any way to have Tim delivered to him. It’s beautiful, he thinks, how the crowds parts as Ken makes his way to the boy. He sees it all from his private room on the club’s balcony (the windows only let you look out of the room, a necessity if you ask him), and the fire that breaks out in his chest when he sees Timothy shake his head burns worse than any whiskey he’s ever had.
[Sorry, boss. Kid wasn’t interested.]
Pops up on his phone.
[Do you want me to kick him out?]
God bless his employees. Forever loyal and devoted. Sending a plain [no.] in return, he goes about leaving his room to fetch the boy himself. He needs his hands on him, and he’ll do what it takes. He’s willing to pay for it, if so be it.
The crowd doesn’t quite part for him the way it did for Ken, probably because his clothes don’t scream authority like the guards’ do (literally, their backs have SECURITY printed on them). It’s fine, he knows how to get through flocks of drunkards on a dance floor.
People stare as he walks through though, as they always do. He knows he looks good like this. The tight black linen tee is hugging his frame nicely, and with dark jeans and his hair slicked back, he looks like something you’d put on a plate and devour. It’s an outfit he knows makes people want him, a tried and true classic. He pays them no mind, however, his eyes set on the pair of strikingly clear blue ones that are watching him cross the floor.
“And here I thought chivalry was dead,” gets half-shouted to him as a hand rests on his shoulder to pull him down, placing Tim’s mouth right by Jason’s ear. “Didn’t daddy teach you to introduce yourself before trying to take a boy to bed?”
Jason’s mouth curves at that. Boy’s got a tongue on him. “Daddy only taught me to fight.” His eyes are intense and full of desire as he stares into Tim’s. He plays along. “Does mommy know you’re out?”
“Who do you think got me this fake ID?”
“I could have you kicked out for that, you know.”
A sweet smile spreads over Tim’s face, and he takes a moment to look at Jason. “I don’t think you will.”
Christ. This kid’ll be the death of him. He puts his hands around the young heir’s waist and pulls him closer, letting his lips graze the shell of Tim’s ear. “No, something tells me I’m gonna want you around for a bit longer.”
Dick gets hit with something that de-ages him to the Discowing era where he's got that rebellious bad boy personality and roguish charm that Jason originally fell in love with. Dick was kind of a jerk to him back then but also very sweet to him, mostly just teasing him and giving him noogies and stuff. And Dick is also pissed at Bruce because there's more kids who got dragged into this and they're also under the Robin mantle.
Anyway everyone gets to react to Discowing era Dick and how different he is to the Dick they know. And also him insulting Bruce left and right XD and then he starts yelling at Bruce bc where the fuck is his brother huh????? And eventually Bruce is like "Dick, I told you, this is the future. He's a grown man, he doesn't live here."
And Dick is just like "oh and I bet that's your fault too huh? Fucked him up like you did me, did you?" etc because of why he actually originally moved out.
And then eventually someone gets Jason to come over and he steps in and Dick is immediately all over him. "Little Wing!! Ahh, look at you! You've grown so much! My baby bird got all big and handsome~ ahh, you're still so cuuuute!" And cupping his cheeks and kissing him all over his face. And Jason kinda freezes for a sec before just putting his face on Dick's shoulder and Dick just melts. "Aww, but you're still all soft when your big brother's around, huh? Don't worry, Jaybird, I'll keep the meanies away. Big brother's here." And pats his back and hugs him and rocks him a little and Jason is so pliant against him and none of the others have ever seen him like that but Dick hasn't cooed over him like that in a while and he's weak.
Do you see the vision.
I was born to understand your visions, Gears. God I love this so much, they’re so soft :(
BUT LISTEN
The Dicks that brought back is the one that still has some resentment toward Jason. And when he finally sees grown up Jason it’s like a fucking switch is flipped. Using the excuse that none of the others knew Dick before (besides Bruce, who is hating every second of this). to completely smother Jason in affection. Completely getting handsy with this brand new, taller, buffer, gruffer version of his shitty little brother. It’s innocent hugs and kisses at the beginning, but by the end of it he’s explicitly groping Jason and pinching his pecs and ass hard. Jason’s flustered and pissed but Dicks having a great time until he gets sent back to his time :D
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