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Mercury or Merc, they/them, 21 REQUESTS: open Feel free to shoot me a dm, I’m always down to chat!

[gotham-adrenaline]

Welcome to gotham-adrenaline!

Name: Mercury or Merc

Pronouns: they/them

Age: 21

AO3: gotham_adrenaline

Requests: OPEN

Hey hey! I’m finally making a blog dedicated to DC! I’ve been wanting to write DC fanfics for a while but kept getting anxious lol. I’ve written fics before in other fandoms but this will be my first experiences for DC.

Writing and Request Rules Below

I’ll write:

(Almost) any character x reader (romantic)

(Almost) any character and reader in a platonic or familial relationship

(Almost) any characters in platonic or familial relationships

Tim Drake x Conner Kent

Jason Todd x Roy Harper

Dick Grayson x Wally West

And more!

I’m fairly open to most characters and ships, provided I feel comfortable and know enough information about them. I’m most familiar with the Bat Family and Young Justice. If you’re curious, simply send in an ask and I’ll let you know!

I will NOT write:

Smut (nothing “mature”, but I don’t mind a bit of steaminess)

Anything with pregnant! reader

Maybe more?

I’ll update this list as my boundaries change, so check back anytime if you’re unsure on an idea and feel free to send me an ask if you want extra confirmation!

General request rules:

Try to be somewhat specific! It’s okay if you don’t have a whole plot, that would likely be hard for me to follow anyhow, but try to specify a character (or some character options) and and idea or prompt.

Give me time. I’m a student and work a full time job, I can be pretty busy. Depending on how long the request is, how busy I am and how inspired I find myself, some requests will be answered sooner than others.

Be okay with a no. Sometimes I can’t write the request and I’ll always try and let you know when I can’t and why, whether it’s something I’m uncomfortable with or maybe I just really don’t connect with the idea. Feel free to send another request if this happens!

Thanks for reading!

[gotham-adrenaline]

Which Jason x reader should I prioritize?

I somehow have 3 Jason Todd x reader fics partially drafted? And idk which one I want to finish first, so give me thoughts

Jason x Crime Alley! reader: reader is seen as the "big sister" of the alley kids, running a small cafe and helping feed those who need it. After an attempted robbery and a run-in with Red Hood, they are now the OTP of Crime Alley.

Jason Todd x nymph! reader: Jason and reader have been dating for over a year, when the reader is captured by a magic user who plans to sell her off at an auction. Which would make more sense if she had told Jason she was a wind nymph before now.

Jason x meta! reader: Jason met the reader in the League of Assassins during her unwilling stay to train her abilities. When you disappear one day, likely dead, he lets it go and returns to Gotham to finish what he came back to life for... and yet, years later, there she is, in Gotham, looking for an old friend.

Pick your poison:

Jason x Crime Alley! reader

Jason Todd x nymph! reader

Jason x meta! reader

Voting ended onJul 29, 2025

[gotham-adrenaline]

Could you maybe do batfamily x gn baby!reader?

SUPER LATE SORRY!!!! This is barely editted and I'll be honest, I wanted to add Alfred but I ran out of steam, whoops! Thank you for the ask, hope it's what you wanted!

Pairing: Batfamily & baby! reader

Word count: 2700 (approximately)

Warnings: Unrealistic and out of character batfam because they're actually being a functional family unit but I tried okay baby reader needs them, Reader arrived in less than ideal circumstances, self-doubt, self-image issues (especially Damian and Jason), not enough editing lol-

General headcanons:

In true Wayne family fashion, they didn’t go looking for a baby

The baby just… appeared in their lives 

Well, kind of 

Strangely enough, Jason was the one who found you and brought you to Wayne Manor

A baby, abandoned far too close to a crime scene, with ties to a mafia hitman

It just wasn’t safe to hand you over to the authorities! You could be a target

Besides, Gotham had a horrible foster system

(Of course, this led to Dick making jokes that Jason was turning into Bruce. His sense of humour led to Dick nearly getting murdered by Jason while Tim covered your little eyes to spare you from the brutality surely coming.)

It was supposed to be temporary, of course, just until the end of the case. 

Yet the case drags out, and as one month turns to two, and somehow Bruce has opened the manor nursery for the first time in years

A cozy room nestled next to the master bedroom that Tim pokes his head into before bed each night (morning, afternoon, whatever- sleep is hard, okay?)

Jason is over more than he’s been since… before, and Dick makes a point to visit during the same times (a coincidence, of course)

Cass adores you, letting you pull her hair and reads book upon book about child development: When will you walk? How will you learn to talk? Should they start teaching you multiple languages right away?

Alfred is glowing: all the birds are visiting the nest.

The final straw was when Bruce awoke to crying from the nursery that just… stopped before he even had his slippers on

Sometimes you cried at night, only to fall back asleep within minutes, but better to check

A moonlit room, a small silhouette rocking you back and forth in his arms, humming an Arabic lullaby

Damian turns to look at his father, and the poor boy is tense, as if caught sneaking out on patrol with an injury

And Bruce nods, and quietly shuts the door

Damian could soothe you back to sleep… Bruce had an adoption application to fill out and calls to make

Bruce:

Bruce isn’t new to kids

For a man who no one in the public would blink at if he never had children and instead spent his whole life partying, he sure has a full house

But you? You’re so young. Too young. 

It’s… scary. 

All his kids have scared him before, of course, but this is a fear he can work with. 

He reads child care books as you sleep across his chest, only to wake up over an hour later with a blanket on his shoulders and Cass cuddled onto the couch beside him, napping away

You sit on his lap in the cave, big eyes watching Bluey on a small screen while Bruce works.

You weren’t supposed to be down there, as first, but you had cried and cried and cried one night, your teething toys not enough, and he couldn’t leave you alone like that, of course

Even if he wanted to, you screamed even louder the minute he left you with Alfred to use the washroom, and you adored Alfred

But tonight you wanted Bruce, and Bruce promised to help Tim on a case, and so…

You had a chest of toys and books in what was dubbed “the bat baby corner” by Tim, who was not allowed to name anything else, even if Dick thought it was perfect

A section of the cave was made safe and comfortable for something delicate, but oh so happy

Bruce wasn’t a god, and when he heard you giggling with Tim as you both spun around in the computer chair? Well, there was no reason to hide his smile in here. 

The manor has been the wrong kind of quiet before. Never again. 

You’re so small and fragile, and Bruce has made a life out of violence… but not violence without purpose. His brutality has given Gotham enough peace to make room for someone as precious as you.

He’s had many titles over the years: Brucie, Batman, Bats, The Dark Knight, The Caped Crusader, World's Greatest Detective. Better yet, Bruce, to his older children. Father, to Damian.

And when you finally speak? 

Now he’s Dada. And isn’t that just something?

Dick:

Babies… oh, how Dick loves babies.

The little hands and feet, and he’s got you in a Nightwing onesie before the first month is over. 

You learn to crawl fast, and he’s so amazed.

Look at you! So fast and strong!

A future gymnast, he insists to anyone within range

He has so many siblings now! They’ve all gotten big so quickly, and he needs to act fast

Dick cried once when you crawled to Jason instead of him-

Then you started crying too, and he got over himself pretty quickly

He’s a bad influence, sometimes (most times), letting you get away with far more than you should, but come on! Look at that little face!

He’s Dee Dee when you start to talk, since a baby saying Dick is both impractical and a potential problem for public spaces 

(He pouts for a while, but you can’t pronounce K’s or C’s yet anyhow, so he lets it go. He’s a good big brother like that.)

Beneath all the silly faces and flips to make you giggle, he’s far more cautious than people would assume

He’s messed up with his little siblings far too much, looked away for what felt like only a moment and paid the price time and time again

Nothing will hurt you, including mundane things. 

Outside when it's sunny for over 5 minutes? Sunscreen!

The weather gets colder by a whole 2 degrees? Looks like someone is getting socks on, even when you pull them off time and time again. 

Walking with you through the park, Tim and Cass next to him, and a man bumps into the stroller? Tim ensures his car is towed within 5 minutes, the parking pass mysteriously voided. 

You’re just a baby! His little baby sibling and he’s going to look out for you. It’s his job!

Cass: 

Cass looks at her family and sees far too much fear

Not of you, of course, but of messing up, of corruption, of breaking something precious. 

And Cass? Cass knows fear.

She also knows, however, being alone. She knows distance and emptiness and silence in a way so intimate it burns when she dwells in it too long

This will not be your life

She talks to you as often as she can. Some days are rough, but you don’t care when she stutters or doesn’t know the right words. You just babble back, a whole conversation of nothing but love. 

You play games, ones she’s never even heard of, from the parenting audio books she listens to while rocking you back and forth in the chair in your room. 

Games are important for child development, they claim, and so you play them all.

It’s on her lap that you sit when Bruce walks in, and she takes your little hand and makes you wave at him

“Say hi to Dada! Hi Dada!” 

And her heart must stop in its chest when you gurgle out a “Dada” while staring at Bruce, a big smile on your face

Your first word, and she helped. She helped do this. 

Her cheeks hurt from grinning so hard

And when Dick ruffles her hair later with a quiet “good job” that evening, Jason attempts to teach you “Jay” as Tim groans about how “babies need time, Jason, and besides, like she’d say your name before-”

Something is her is so full it’s bursting, breaking, or maybe mending

Damian nods at her from across the room when their eyes meet, and he understands, of course, in his own way, in ways others can’t

And maybe this is what purpose can be, now that she’s let it. 

Jason:

It was Jason who found you

We all know this story: a child, an alleyway, and blood… far too much blood

He’s picked you up without a second thought, and that’s when his brain stutters momentarily

He can’t give you away to the cops. The case was an active threat; it was only how you were swaddled, miraculously still asleep, where your mother must have tucked you behind the dumpster (your parents must have known they were being followed, but then why-) that had kept you safe enough to not have a hole through you

And for all the struggles Jason’s had, he knows where to take a child who is in danger and needs help

The Batmobile is there within 10 minutes, and when you wake up, he has the thought of “I’m going to scare the baby” before you start to giggle and paw at his helmet

That didn’t mean it was an easy transition, though

The screaming started within the hour, and Jason felt something in his chest throb

You missed your parents, and all the new people in a new place went from fun to scary very quickly

Jason decided to stay at the manor that week, purposefully ignoring Bruce’s pleased look and Alfred’s numerous attempts to reward his “good behaviour” with his favourite foods (and he would stay anyhow, to make sure you settled in okay, but the bribery helped)

And he’s so glad he stayed when you turned out to be the cutest little snuggle bug!

Curled up in his arms, half asleep with giggles as he read aloud to you (you were too young to understand Sense and Sensibility, but it was important to start early in instilling good taste in literature)

Sometimes (far too often), Jason looked in the mirror and had to repress a flinch 

He went from a malnourished 15-year-old to 17 and as large as Bruce in what felt like a blink, and sometimes it was hard to recognize himself

Of course, it helped to scare criminals. Red Hood needed to be imposing. 

But Jason, who grew up in the alley with angry men, where women and children learned to shrink, where being small meant survival? He didn’t want to be scary

And you weren’t frightened. 

You sought him out, pulling on the strip of white in his hair and burrowing into him like you enjoyed the warmth

You found him safe. 

When you started to crawl, his heart broke 

Now you’d be getting around more by yourself. Maybe you wouldn’t want snuggles as much, and he’d be okay with that, of course, whatever you want

Yet when you crawled away from playing blocks with Dick to Jason on the couch, arms extended up for hugs and oh

Oh, his little baby, and you're yawning in his lap as you start to drift off for an afternoon nap, bottle clutched in your little hands

He should take you to your crib… It's important you sleep alone sometimes

But maybe sometimes he could indulge in this safety. So he clutches you closer and turns another page. 

Tim: 

Tim is newer to this “big brother” stuff than everyone except Damian

It doesn’t help that sometimes things just don’t… click for him like others seem to

Why are you crying? You’ve eaten, been burped, don’t need a diaper change…

But Tim is good at mysteries, and though he and Damian got off to a rough start (to put it lightly), he will be a good big brother

He makes lists, charts, and schedules. 

You cry most between in the night  2 am and 5 am, hungry and scared, and he’s ready.

He provides Alfred with a list of foods you seem to enjoy the most, who looks unimpressed but thanks him nonetheless (and fine, Alfred definitely knew all of this already, but he’s trying his best, okay?)

You try to pull his hair like you do Cass, once, and he learns to tie it back when you’re in a playful mood 

He always peeks into your room before he sleeps, just in case

And yet, at least once a night, you still wail, pushing away all your pillows and the thin blanket

One day, he calls Kon for an urgent mission, and after a lot of confusion and a trip to the closest Build-A-Bear (and some cinnamon rolls from that cafe in New York- look, Kon had a craving, and Tim wasn’t going to say no after Kon’s assistance), you’re clutching a soft rabbit with big, floppy ears every night

He gave you a gift, and now it’s your favourite, and it was such a small present, really nothing big or rare, but you love it, babbling away as you suck on the ear

Sometimes, despite the impossibility, he thinks you remember that it was he who gave it to you

You flail the bunny around, squealing in delight when the arms swing as Dick cradles you in his lap, and when it falls off the couch you turn to look right at him with watery eyes

And he puts down his laptop, gently handing it back, and you grin, all joy and excitement, and it’s just…

He did that. 

He watches a family that felt hollow grow further and further intertwined 

And maybe it wasn’t just you who did it. That's far too much pressure for someone so young, and frankly, everyone in the family had been trying to fix things in their own way before they had you

But you helped so much, and he could help you, solve the problems and make life better

He could be a good brother

And walking past your room one night, he finds Damian sitting against the wall, frozen, watching him

Tim peeks in your door, nods, and continues to his room to sleep and pauses before grabbing a spare blanket

He journeys back to your hall and lays the blanket beside Damian (and Damian doesn’t smile or say thank you, but he doesn’t snarl either, and isn’t that new)

The next day, he finds the blanket washed and folded on his bed, a bag of candies sitting on top

And Tim is a good brother

Damian: 

He should be jealous. He wanted to be jealous, in the beginning. And yet…

Look, he’s done a lot of growing since coming to Gotham. 

Damian has lost so much, and somehow still gained more than he started with

Some of that growing has included perspective. Understanding his place in the family was more than blood; it was love, and there was more than enough of that to go around. 

So seeing you, an infant, already being forced down such a dark path…

Had Damian really been that small, once?

He keeps his distance, at first

He can’t ruin this

Sometimes, as you sit in Cass’ lap, giggling at Dick, or are read to by Jason, or fed by Bruce, or when he allows himself to get close enough, you stare at him

Big, innocent eyes, a gummy smile if he looks back too long

He can’t help it, as the case that caused your parents' murder crawls to a close, he finds himself outside your door at night more and more… just in case

No one will hurt you with him here

He knows it's irrational: the manor is safe.

It took him so long to learn, but he knows it now, between sunlit hallways and dog toys hidden around corners and a hole in the wall from Jason and Dick's roughhousing

And yet, he’s standing guard when you begin to cry, and he’s slipping inside without a second thought

You see him, he sees you, and you stop crying

Once again, you stare, and it’s time to put all his changes to the test

Hands (calloused, blood-stained, violent, perhaps monstrous if he thinks too much about it) reach out and touch you

And you giggle, sleepy, little hands reaching back

He knows this one: up

Pulling you into his chest, he copies his family, and he’s gentle, careful, everything he was never allowed to be

You cuddle into him and stare, you always stare, and it’s about time he introduced himself, isn’t it?

“Hello there… I’m Damian,” a pause, and finally. “I’m your big brother.”

And the strangest part is how easy it all is from there.

[gotham-adrenaline]

Well… not to sound like an AO3 author but I am one so-

I was gone for awhile as I’ve moved to Switzerland (from Canada) and also I got diagnosed with POTS, which both of these things proved to be time consuming.

Great news! I’m back and will be starting with my (very old) asks plus some other stuff I’ve been brainstorming. Sorry for the wait folks! Feel free to send asks in the meantime, as some asks take longer due to me having too many ideas lol

[gotham-adrenaline]

The Importance of Abnormalities

Author note: Really pushing my autism/alexithymia on Tim this time but I cannot be contained- not beta read to even heavily proofread cause it is past 1am...

Pairing: Tim Drake x Kon-El/Conner Kent

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: nothing really though Tim thinks a lot about feeling "different" than the rest of the world (very hinting towards autism)

Look, Tim wasn’t stupid. It would be impossible by now to be unaware of his own… eccentricities.

Not many people stalked and then blackmailed their way into a family of vigilantes to essentially babysit a grown man running around every night in a bat costume. He was completely aware he was a bit outside the norm.

But most days it was easy to forget that everyone around him didn’t function like he did. Life was busy, he was busy, and his family wasn’t exactly known for self-analysis and being introspective of their feelings.

Today was not most days.

It started firmly in “most days” territory, with a nap before breakfast and Damian accusing him of trying to “lure Titus into a life of debauchery” when Tim attempted to slip the dog some bacon on his way down the cave. He had only just opened up a file when, immediately, as if it had sensed Tim trying to be productive, his phone began to ring.

Kon calling to ask for a bit of help with a stealth mission was not an everyday occurrence, but Tim pushing down the swell of warmth in his chest absolutely was a regularity (Kon called him, Kon could have contacted so many people but he chose Tim to help, trusts Tim even after everything Tim’s done-), so Tim could ignore the disruption to his routine and suit up so Kon could come get him.

The mission went well, really well actually, which could be considered odd with their track record but by the time Tim and Kon had finished, he was tired enough to disregard that and let Kon fly to the nearest safe house for them to crash in for the night.

The safe house only having one bed was somewhat standard too, and yet that’s where everything seemed to get weird.

Kon showered first and was already curled up in the bed by the time Tim slipped out of the bathroom, hair wet enough it would be a nightmare to fix tomorrow if he went to sleep now… but that was a future Tim problem. Present Tim was busy very pointedly not looking at how adorable Kon looked buried under the covers (he always bundles himself up even though he can’t get cold, just his eyes and hair peeking out and it makes Tim's chest a bit too tight). So he grabs himself a blanket and gets ready to curl up in an armchair to sleep for at least 10 hours when Kon, voice soft in a way to Tim can only describe as “safe”, breaks Tim’s worldview like it’s nothing.

“Hurry up and get in bed, it’s cold.”

And that is not how this usually goes.

Stranger yet is that Kon doesn’t get cold, and Kon knows that Tim knows that, which means that Kon is concerned about Tim getting cold, wants Tim curled up in bed with him and oh god his heart is racing, there is no way Kon hasn’t noticed-

Kon shuffled a bit around behind him and Tim turned before he could stop himself, taking in the sight of the clone sitting up partially and blinking at Tim like he’s the one being strange here when once he’s being completely normal.

“Tim,” Kon has this little smile like Tim is the one being cute and maybe a little ridiculous when he most definitely was not- “Come on, seriously, I’m tired.”

And when Tim didn’t move, Kon’s smile slipped away, and no no that was not allowed-

“I- if you’re okay with that, obviously. Don’t wanna freak you out.”

And oh, it was way too late for that, but Kon looked nervous and Tim could fix that. He was sliding under the blankets before his brain realized his body moved.

Kon settled back down onto the bed and stared at him in a way that made Tim wonder if he’d learned mind reading recently, or worse if Tim’s thoughts were written all over his face, if his heart rate gave away how much he wanted to curl up as close to Kon as he could and not move until he was physically forced away-

And maybe somehow Kon had known (or maybe Kon wanted it as bad as Tim had) because he reached out slowly, giving Tim enough time to move away before pulling Tim into his chest and that was all the permission Tim needed.

Pushing his face into the curve of Kon’s neck, Tim went completely slack in Kon’s arms. The clone gently rubbed his hand on Tim’s back, and god Tim’s muscles must’ve disintegrated or something, Tim is a detective so he should really look into that- and yet Batman could walk into this room right now with an assault rifle and stripper boots and he probably wouldn’t even twitch.

“All good?” Kon is using that safe voice again, which sounds even nicer up close, his chest rumbling under Tim’s hands.

And Tim knows he’s different, okay? He knows, because he spends most of his days neutral to most of life and apathetic at worst. Sometimes he just can’t connect to things in the way everyone else seems to so simply, can’t summon the emotions the world wields as easily as breathing. He has to monitor his face to make sure he doesn’t ruin a new Wayne Enterprises contract or scare a victim on a crime scene.

He feels emotions, he’s still human, but it’s hard enough to know what he’s feeling and even harder to make sure everyone else can identify the emotion correctly when his facial expressions don’t ever seem to display them naturally.

But this? This is easy. Loving Kon was so natural to him that it sometimes hurt.

There hadn’t been any second-guessing in years, not since he first identified the feeling pushing at his rib cage in a desperate bid to get out, and that love had only grown, a hungry creature that Kon often unknowingly fed.

People always make love seem so gentle and Tim could relate to that too, sometimes. When it feels like laying in the sun in the backyard of the manor or taking a warm shower after a good workout.

But so often, Tim’s love was just so… forceful.

He had nearly destroyed himself in his attempts to satisfy his parents, stalked Batman and Robin for years and threw away what was left of his childhood to save his city and Batman himself (because he was too late to save Robin and he knew he could have done more-), put himself into harm's way time and time again for his friends, searched the whole globe and manipulated the League of Assaains to find Bruce-

And he’d never want to make Kon uncomfortable, to scare him, but sometimes he felt as if he’d crack the whole planet open if Kon truly needed him to. Would take the very air out of his lungs if Kon needed the oxygen.

When Tim loved, he loved hard.

Tim knew he wasn’t normal. He just couldn’t find himself to care if it meant loving Kon like this.

And since Kon asked and now that he’s thinking about it, he was all good right now. Tim sighed into Kon’s neck sleepily.

“Yeah.”

Kon’s arm around his back tightened. It felt like a shield from the rest of the world and he let out a breath that felt far too controlled, something that Tim would read more into if he had any brain space left for anything other than being warm and safe and happy and-

“Good.”

And that was the last thing Tim heard before drifting off to sleep.

[gotham-adrenaline]

Let’s be real though, for the longest time Kon truly had no idea how normal humans are supposed to act.

Like logically he’s aware of how the average human body should function, but he was just not in an environment that allowed him to properly grasp what the limits of this are.

Tim is by far the worst for Kon when it comes to learning about people’s standard restrictions, especially those who aren’t metas.

Because why was someone on the bus complaining about only sleeping 6 hours a night this week? That’s ridiculous! Tim can go a week with only 6 hours total (and then fall into what is essentially a coma while all cuddled up under the blankets during a team movie night, but that’s irrelevant).

Last month a girl from one of his classes attempted to chat with him after class, joking that their professor was trying to kill them after he assigned a 10-page essay due in less than a next week, which is kind of weird since Tim wrote a 20-page essay with additional references and citations titled “Why Bart is Being Stupid and Needs to Listen to Tim’s Plans or Else”, and that only took a few hours (and then he started giving Bart these little cartoon stickers after missions if he listened and didn’t recklessly endanger himself, which was honestly really cute of Tim and made Kon slightly upset when Tim didn’t give him one too, but that’s also irrelevant).

And seriously, why is this man screaming so loudly after he only sprained his ankle? If he couldn’t handle a little pain, he shouldn’t try and mug people in Metropolis during broad daylight and within shouting distance of a Super. Besides, Tim got shot by an arrow in the thigh last week on a mission and just sighed in annoyance before continuing to download the data off the hidden lab’s computer (and then flushed bright red and didn’t complain once when Kon insisted on flying him back to the jet but that’s extra irrelevant and not something he can dwell on right now).

Kon brings this up one day to Clark, not expecting much of a conversation beyond “Hey, humans are weird, huh?” but Clark looks genuinely confused for all of 5 minutes until stuttering his way through an explanation that Tim (and the team as a whole) are the exceptions, and that the civilians he’s seen behaving “oddly” are actually very normal.

Which, in retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have blurted out how amazing he found Tim and then fly away out of embarrassment the moment he saw Robin next, but also… well he IS amazing, and he could stand to hear it more often. Way more often… Kon would have to help with that.

[gotham-adrenaline]

I hope your writing is doing well! If you are stuck, just know that I haven’t even started on chapter one of my fic because my brain has decided I need to have a detailed outline for the whole thing first ugh

If it’s instead midterms or something, I’m so sorry

Ahhh thank you so much for checking in!

Admittedly, it's actually cause I ended up in the hospital about 9 days ago and have been getting stuff reorganized and caught up in life stuff since then, though I'll definitely admit I've been procrastinating too a tad-

Should be more fics out soon though since it has finally calmed down!!!

Good luck with your fic!!! planning can be brutal sometimes

[gotham-adrenaline]

Sent in a request already so this is just me saying—hope you’re having a great Monday! Or Tuesday, depending on the time zone. I also hope you get some really baller requests that are super fun to write

Ahhhh thank you!!! I’m in EST so it’s about 2am on Tuesday, but that also means it’s the perfect time to do a quick update on what I’m working on-

First of all, thanks to everyone for the support and the awesome requests! You guys have so many cool ideas???

Speaking of requests, I’m currently actively writing one for Jason Todd x male! reader which should be out soon (bullet point style with some prose thrown in) but I’m brainstorming for the others I’ve gotten as well since I’m pretty scatterbrained 24/7-

I’m also writing a fic for Jason x nymph! reader which will likely take a bit longer cause I’m back on my bullshit and writing hurt/comfort like it’s an addiction.

I do also keep track of all the requests I get plus any ideas I have on a document so I can see what I have to do and add as I go, but I mostly follow the sweet, sweet serotonin and end up switching what I’m writing fairly often, especially if it’s a longer work. Eventually I may start doing polls to ask what works you guys want most, especially if I do longer fics.

Now, imma head to bed since I have work in a few hours, but thanks again guys!!!

[gotham-adrenaline]

Hot take but Roy is just as much of a self sacrificial idiot as Jason and always burns himself out, tears himself to pieces, gives more than he has left to give, and he does it time and time again to make up for his past mistakes.

And Jason, who looks at himself in the mirror and sees absolutely nothing that’s worth redemption, can’t help but notice that Roy won’t look at his own reflection too long either.

And he just decides that’s absolute bullshit.

Because Roy has been one of the only people who thought Jason was worth anything at all, that he was still even worth the oxygen he breathes. He looked at Jason, who used to be so good, who used to be magic, and decided that he was more than his past as Robin and that Jason could still be good despite everything that he’s done.

And if someone like Roy believes that Jason is worth something then Roy is surely worth a damn lot more.

(Later, Roy will hit him upside the back of his head for trying to suggest that Roy is somehow more than Jason, like that’s something that can be measured. Jason will ask him what the hell he’s been doing this whole time if not measuring his worth against others. Roy will remain purposefully silent about that.)

So Jason starts small.

A “you did good today” after a fairly standard mission that leaves Roy joking about how he “always does good”, and yet he stares after Jason when hurries away with red cheeks.

The next time Jason has a panic attack, the world spinning and green smearing across his vision, and Roy sits with him until he can breath again, Jason leans against his side and whispers “thank you”. Even if they both usually pretend Jason’s moments of weakness never happen in order to save his pride, Roy still deserves to be thanked

And when Dick asks Roy for help in Bludhaven and Roy tries to say yes even though he’s been running himself ragged helping around Star and was struggling to the point he gagged when he smelt cigarette smoke yesterday afternoon, Jason says no for him instead. Roy asks him if he’s getting jealous with that stupid cocky grin and Jason is so frustrated that he spits out “I’m not letting you kill yourself trying to make up for shit that’s in the past”.

And when Roy just stares at him and doesn’t crack some stupid joke to deflect, Jason finds himself taking a gentler tone, even if he still can’t meet Roy’s eyes.

“You’ve done enough, is all I’m saying.”

Sometime between one blink and the next, Roy is clinging to Jason in a tight hug, and if anyone else had done this Jason would feel suffocated, would probably lash out to get away-

But Roy is warm, and safe, and shaking ever so slightly in Jason’s arms, so he supposes he can make an exception, just this once.

(But the “exceptions” he makes for Roy never stay as one time occurrences, and Jason has enough self awareness to recognize that he’s weak with Roy in ways he definitely shouldn’t be).

And when Roy calls him a softy later that evening, curled up under a blanket on their coach as Jason puts on one of those stupid baking competition shows that they’ll never admit they like, Jason shoves him the same way he always has. But Roy giving him the sweetest little smile and shifting a tiny bit closer to Jason’s side? That’s new. And definitely not unwelcome.

[gotham-adrenaline]

New challenge for myself to not make every relationship I write have the dynamic of “endless-devotion/I’d-do-anything-for-you-just-ask” x “endless-adoration/just-stay-with-me-and-that-is-more-than-enough” but you can’t tell who is who in the relationship

(Spoiler: I’m going to fail)

[gotham-adrenaline]

Can I make a request

Plsssss I never get picked can you do a

Tim Drake x reader where the reader is a girl and she lives with Tim in their own apartment and that she just came home from getting her hair done and it’s this awesome Red Robin streaked patterned in her hair and she surprises Tim plsssssssssss I never get pic for requests 😩😢😩😢😩😢

I gotchu babes- I got way too into my feels during this so the fluff may be so thick it'll choke you, but hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Tim Drake x fem! reader

Word count: 1900

Warnings: None really, mentions of fear toxin and Tim's specific brand of issues, and also near-lethal levels of fluff

So maybe it was a little silly to be nervous, considering the situation. Or a lot silly. Either way, acknowledging the ridiculousness of your current feelings didn’t make them actually go away, much to your disappointment.

You just really wanted him to like it. You wanted him to understand like he always did. 

When you told Tim you were going to get your hair done this afternoon, he didn’t seem surprised, likely because you had told him you were considering getting a new style almost a month ago when you first got the idea. 

Stepping into the elevator, you made a mental note to send the salon a muffin basket at some point this week. The tip you left was fairly large, definitely larger than the standard amount people give, but most people don’t spend almost an hour making sure the shade of red dye will be absolutely perfect while being unable to explain why it needs to be so specific and why all the photo references are weird and extremely close up. The hair stylists who dealt with you today deserved far more than muffins. 

The black dye was much simpler thankfully. 

Your stylist warned you that the colours would wash out and change over time, which was to be expected really. The particular shade of your hair didn’t need to last forever, just long enough for you to get home. 

Because Tim had an eye for details. He noticed so much and cared enough to store all those tiny facts, and yet he was always surprised when you remembered anything about him, even major things. He was so used to going unseen, even by those close to him, and that wasn’t fair. 

You loved Tim. You loved him, and you noticed him, and you needed him to know that. You needed him to know that saw him and loved him because of that, not despite of it. 

Your reflection stared back at you in the spotless reflection of the elevator doors, black hair with large red streaks running through it hanging loose around your face. 

Yeah, maybe a dye job like this shouldn’t have taken as long as it did, but Tim would (hopefully) see the specific shades and understand. You didn’t spend so much time matching the red exactly to his Red Robin suit for no reason, after all. 

Tim “told you” he was Red Robin over 3 years ago now, if you consider telling you as him showing up at your apartment (the one before Tim and you moved in together, a tiny flat in a less-than-ideal neighbourhood of Gotham), bleeding and suffering a mild reaction to fear toxin. He insisted on “guarding you” until Batman (who is apparently Bruce Wayne? Sometimes you truly hate Gotham) showed up half an hour later and found Tim curled up, unconscious, on your coach with you trapped underneath him (for safety reasons, of course). 

When he showed up the next day looking like a kicked puppy, clutching a container of baked goods from Alfred, he seemed genuinely surprised when you steered him inside and back to the coach with a cup of hot chocolate so he could explain while comfortable (“Tim, I saw you less than 12 hours ago, bleeding on my kitchen floor and shaking in fear while trying to protect me from people who weren’t there. Sit down before I make you.”). 

And yeah, sure, maybe it would have been nice to know the guy you’ve been dating for a year was a vigilante who fought criminals and patrolled Gotham every night, but that knowledge could be incredibly dangerous for you, Tim and his whole family. You got it, as much as you could as a civilian, anyhow. This is the same guy who got injected with a new strain of Crane’s drug and immediately became so terrified you were in danger that he ran from his entire family to ensure your safety. You couldn’t argue that he didn’t care enough to tell you about his night job even if you wanted to, not after something like that. 

Even now, you could tell that the obligation of being Red Robin weighed on him, especially recently. He’d been stuck on different missions almost constantly this entire last month and when he finally made it home during the small breaks in between, he was exhausted and usually in pain. Then he’d try to ask you about your day as if his hands weren’t trembling from sleep deprivation. And worse, he’d look guilty when you ushered him into the shower and heated leftover soup for when he got out, apologizing after he nearly fell asleep sitting up at the table as you told him about the new drama at your job. 

As if the world nearly ending at least twice within two weeks was his fault. As if he wanted to be so busy lately, working to his breaking point. As if he hadn’t been trying so desperately to be available for you, insisting on flying straight back to Gotham after a battle instead of resting, calling you almost every night before you went to bed regardless of time zones, asking Alfred to drop off brownies because you mentioned craving them offhandedly in a message the night before. 

As if he hasn’t made sacrifices for you time and time again. 

So yeah, you missed him like hell over this past month, but you also loved him more than enough to compensate for that pain. And Tim showed how much he loved you in return so clearly it almost hurt that he couldn’t see it. He didn’t need to feel guilty that being Red Robin made life difficult recently, that was out of control. Everything that he could have done to be here for you, he did. And you saw that. You saw him. 

The elevator dinged gently, startling you out of your thoughts. Slipping out the doors as they slid open, you dug your keys out of your pocket as you approached the apartment. 

It wasn’t always easy to tell, but Red Robin’s uniform was a different shade of red than Robin’s. While the style of both outfits has changed over time, Tim always kept the colour tones individual. Once, cuddled up with you in a pillow fort you both assembled on the living room floor during a movie night, Tim admitted that it was intentional. That he sometimes still needed the reminder that Red Robin was different, a separate entity from Robin. That he was different. And that those differences could be a good thing. 

So it just wasn’t fair that he felt guilty over something he suffered so much for when it was all for the sake of others. He gave so much to protect people, including you, and still tried to make sure you knew you were loved. 

So maybe matching your hair perfectly to the colours of the Red Robin outfit probably wasn’t the biggest gesture in the world, but it meant something to you, and knowing Tim, he’d understand what you were trying to say. And if he didn’t, well, you’d have to trap him on the coach for another emotional conversation, even if he whined the whole time. 

The front door opened with a click and you pushed inside, hanging your keychain on the hook near the coat rack. Tim’s voice drifted out from the living room, talking with someone on the phone. Admittedly, you were still a bit nervous, but this was Tim, and you loved him. With a measured breath, you walked into the room. 

“-but that’s not how donating works, Damian, and being a Wayne doesn’t mean you can try and steal elephants from the zoo- no, I don’t care that she looked lonely and that they’re Dick’s favourite animal, you could have-” Tim’s mouth clicked shut mid-sentence when he saw you, staring wide-eyed as you enter the doorway. 

“I gotta go, call Dick,” and ignoring the younger boy's annoyed squawks you could hear from the other side of the room, Tim hung up the call. Setting his phone down on the couch, he fluidly rose to his feet and closed the distance between you both in 4 long strides. 

Hovering his hand beside a loose strand of red hanging by your face, he gently wrapped it around his finger and looked down at you, the smallest smile on his face.

“Hey, sweetheart,” his voice is gentle, far quieter than it was on the phone a minute ago, as if speaking too loud would break the moment and you’d disappear in his hands. “This is new.”

And of course Tim would ask a question without making it a question, as if you tripped and somehow accidentally got your hair dyed in his colours. 

You hummed, leaning into him further as he fiddled with the bright piece of hair, a smile of your own pushing across your lips. “Yeah. You like it?”

Tucking the lock behind your ear, Tim pulled you even further into his arms, the hug so encompassing you could hear his voice rumbling through his chest. 

“You’re wearing my colours, baby,” He laughed disbelievingly, long fingers carding through your hair, drifting from black to red and then back again. “Yeah. I like it.”

Sighing into his shirt and letting him take some of your weight, your eyes drifted shut, focusing on his steady heartbeat and the pleasant shivers across your skin from his caresses. 

“Hey,” Tim whispered, hand sliding down to cup your cheek and tilt your head to look him in the eye, and he looked so soft right now in a way you haven’t seen recently, too stressed and guilty to indulge in himself like this. “I missed you.”

“I know.” 

Pressing yourself up to meet his lips, you allowed your hand to drift into his own hair, keeping your movements as slow and loving as you could. 

With the life your lover has lived, Tim knows how cheap words could be, so you found yourself trying to show how much you loved him in other ways. With homemade soup and pillow forts and stupidly long hair appointments. But just in case-

Pulling back after only a few seconds, you cradled him close and grinned up at him. “I love you.”

And he got it. Of course he did. Because it’s Tim, who noticed all those tiny details, all the things he could about you, and loved you because of those details and not despite of them. Yeah, he could be blind when it came to people's affection for him, and the stress of recent events only made his mind fixate further on the “what ifs”, on what he sees as his own inadequacies, but even he couldn’t miss this. 

When he kissed you again, he was smiling so wide you both had to pull away far too soon. He pressed his lips to your forehead instead, hiding his grin against you. 

“I love you too,” and then, “Thank you.”

And it’s hard to say what exactly he was saying thank you for. Thank you for supporting him as Red Robin enough to wear his colours, even knowing the teasing you’ll receive from the rest of his family? Thank you for understanding that he missed you, even if he couldn’t come home? Thank you for loving him? 

It didn’t make a difference, in the end. You understood what he meant.

[gotham-adrenaline]

“Tim never sleeps!” “Actually, Tim sleeps way more than the average person!”

FOOLS! IT CAN BE BOTH!

Let this boy not get a full 8 hours of sleep for 3 weeks cause he’s living on power naps between meetings and enough caffeine to worry a clone, and besides, technically with all the naps combined he’s probably gotten 4 hours a day, so really Kon should get off his back about this-

But then finally third quarter is over at WE and a case that’s been bothering him for weeks is solved and Tim just passes tf OUT-

My dude is asleep for at least 16 hours. At least he thinks it’s around 16 hours? He vaguely remembers waking up to chug a bottle of water that was definitely not beside his bed when he fell asleep (and didn’t he pass out in the office chair down in the cave anyhow..?), but by the time he wakes up he can barely remember what year it is, nonetheless the time he went to sleep

It gets to the point that Kon starts to lure him to the farm and make him nap so Tim will stop sleeping in weird places and freaking people out

(Red Robin is scarily competent enough, he doesn’t need to take a power nap while perfectly balanced in the rafters of a warehouse and wake up just in time to stop a gang fight from going down)

Tim figures out Kon’s plan immediately because never once has Kon tried to “get comfy” by lighting lavender incense (where did he even get that..?) and smother Tim in blankets before a movie night.

(Tim also has no issue with Kon’s plan because the blankets are really cozy, and Kon is pleasantly warm, and hey, any time with Kon is time well spent anyhow. Bruce is always saying he needs more rest! He’s just doing what Batman instructed really.)

[gotham-adrenaline]

Love how I get an idea for a Dick Grayson x League of Assassins! reader fic but somehow spend half of the draft focusing on reader being a caregiver for Damian and their relationship instead of Dick or anything romantic-