I haven’t addressed you this way in a while ahah :’) that’s how you know it’s something kinda interesting
the other day, I received an ask that to me read as a fic request. at the time, I deleted it because it initially made me a little nervous HHH
a lot of creators in the tk community on tumblr have been driven off the platform because of the immense pressure they felt to fulfill the requests of their audience.
that being said um I’ve decided to run a sort of controlled experiment. ( ܸ. .)՞՞
I’m going to be opening three slots for requests. you’re free to send in as many as you like, but I’ll be choosing just those three for now based on whatever speaks to me the most. ^^
in your request, please leave me a short description for what you want in the fic and a lee, ler, or both. if you want to leave one up to me, I can work with one character being of my choice, but I need somebody else to pair them with chosen by you. <:)
along with this, if you’re going to be requesting anonymously, please give me something to attach to your request like an emoji or little name. just for this one time, since I’m going to be putting names and ideas in the slots as I go along.
(1/3) open
(2/3) open
(3/3) open
to the anon who’s ask I deleted, I’m sorry for my oversight and indecision. ദ്ദി (ᵒ̴̶̷᷄﹏ᵒ̴̶̷᷅) if you’d like to send in your previous request and any others you might have, please do so. I somewhat remember the basic premise of your request, and it was really cute. :’)
happy asking! I look forward to seeing what people come up with. ⸜(●′▾‵●)⸝
greyyy! reader insert fics usually aren't my cup o tea but i've already read Unpracticed 20+ times. you are such a talented writer!! your fics are my top go-to rereads (especially on days like today where i'm stuck in bed with a migraine). i hope you're having a great time with it all!!
hello anon :’) this is so sweet HRHTB
20+ times reread when this fic has been up for less than a day is making me smile so wide I. Genuinely don’t even know what to say
I’m happy my fics can bring you some comfort when you’re having a bad day. migraines really suck, my father gets some pretty awful ones and I’ve seen how debilitating it can be.
I’m kind of just flying by the seat of my pants, I don’t feel like a talented writer, but I’m loving writing x reader stuff <:) even if I’ve only just started HHH it’s really fun and comforting for me too. I’m so happy you enjoyed my first one, there will be more to come!! ^^
thank you for these kind words, it’s really made my day. ( ܸ. .)՞՞
little bit of exposition, hurt comfort with the anxious reader, and then tk fight fluff :’) I hope you enjoy it.
note: I’m going to categorize my gn!reader fics as platonic or romantic in the same way ao3 tags do. insert character(s) x reader is romantic, insert character(s) & reader is platonic.
You met Jason Todd on an online book review forum. You thought he was much more well informed than you at first, a lot of his critiques were scathing.
While some were valid, you came to find out that Jason was also just very, very angry at the world. He’d tried to make people hear him in both of the lives he lived. It was never as rewarding as he hoped it would be.
So… he instead took to snarking vaguely on the people who wronged him in these book reviews. It was no wonder they were so reverent.
You sent emails back and forth for a couple weeks. It was awkward with an air of, “Surely this meager online friendship won’t go anywhere. That wouldn’t be safe.”
Wrong, and actually very ironic. On a whim, after saying he was going to be passing through Tricorner, you met in the park at eight o’ clock at night. Looking back, you couldn’t believe how desperate for a friend you were at the time, that was practically a death sentence in this city.
You were meeker than Jason expected. He was bigger than you ever could have predicted. Despite him looking like, for lack of a better word, a thug, you didn’t become part of a statistic.
It was a nice night. You walked around the city with no destination in mind, and you just talked. You both had your guard up, but there was something magnetic behind those walls that drew you together regardless.
Seeing each other once most weekends turned into two or three days out of the week, always preplanned and cordial. That formality began to fall after a few months, and you started seeing each other every free night you had. It was just a given that if you didn’t need to be anywhere else, you wanted to spend that time together.
After a miserable night driving home from out of state, you turned on the lights in your apartment to find Jason sitting on your living room floor, folding the now clean pile of laundry that had started to build up because of just how much he was in and out of your place.
If that wasn’t “a sign” you didn’t know what was.
You remember asking him if he’d been here while you were gone, not at all accusingly. You also remember the look on his face despite that, Jason was so embarrassed.
Getting to know him better, it made sense. Jason didn’t like people very much, and the way you shared your spaces, it served a unique purpose. Regardless of whether or not he was home, going to Jason’s place felt like him, and sometimes that was more than enough.
* * *
You haven’t been living together. You didn’t think you were ready, but for nearly a week now you’ve been staying with him.
Jason pushed himself harder than any person should. It came in peaks and valleys, he’d make himself sick, and even then he would keep going because there was almost no one who could reason with him.
You would consider yourself a non-confrontational person. You weren’t very strong willed, much unlike Jason, you didn’t like to push. You almost couldn’t. He continued to absently acknowledge your suggestions to take care of himself, you escalated to telling him you were worried, nothing changed.
You were so frustrated, but it couldn’t even entirely be with Jason. It was with the situation, and that you weren’t being heard. It didn’t take long for him to notice how dejected you were when you came to see him, you weren’t answering the phone either.
He quietly adjusted his behavior, begrudgingly allowing himself to rest. For your sake, he tried to hide the begrudging part.
You didn’t want to be ignorant in any way, you understood the importance of what he did, and where he did it. It wasn’t wrong for him to take a break, especially when he was burning out like this, and that had to mean it wasn’t wrong of you to press him on it.
The shame weighed heavy on you, and you were starting to have a hard time rationalizing it. The impoverished families in Crime Alley needed Jason, and shouldn’t suffer just because you’re worried. Jason shouldn’t suffer either, though—
“You’re quieter than usual.” He prompted.
You were sitting on the ottoman at the foot of his bed. You came in with something to say, but couldn’t remember what anymore.
“I think I just spaced out. Sorry.” Your vision refocused.
“No, uh… it’s fine.” Neither of you were any good at this. You knew that he probably knew how in your head you were getting. The problem: where do you start with that?
Jason quietly sighed and placed the book he’d been struggling to pay attention to on the nightstand. “C’mere, sit with me.”
You did. When you didn’t have the words to say, naturally, actions came next. You propped up a pillow to support your back and leaned against the headboard, nestling into his side. He pulled you closer with a delicate hand, cheek falling to rest atop your head.
Jason could be so tentative about touch. A delicate hand was something that he’d spent years and years having no use for. He was afraid he might be a little unpracticed, and didn’t want to scare you, not when you were already so skittish.
But you liked that better anyway, and you both regularly reaped the benefits of the fact that you had been and continued to take your time.
He cleared his throat. “What’s on your mind?” That was easy enough.
“Just anxious.” You were telling the truth. That was the big picture.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Jason wasn’t letting you get away with it. While what he said was funny, that was a little too true.
You gave him a look. He grinned and squeezed you against him, jostling you about. An awkward smile twitched on your features.
“Omigod, stawp…” You slurred under your breath. He loosened his grip.
“If you don’t want to tell me, I’m not gonna make you. But, uh… whatever you’re thinking, let it go. I’m sure you came up with some very imaginative what-if scenarios, but none of that is real.”
You frantically nodded along. Jason bit back a smile. Little too much all at once.
“I… didn’t know how to say it before, I’m bad at this. I had to think about it. It’s… it’s special that you kept showing up for me, even if it was hard for you. I knew you were nervous, and I should have said something earlier, I was just… exhausted and not really thinking.” He filled your silence with an awkward cough.
“Wow… fanks.” You said it with a certain cadence, feigning bashfulness. Making a stupid joke felt like the only right answer in that moment. Admittedly, you wanted to stick to your guns. You’d spent long enough being sad.
Jason’s expression was primarily wry as he side eyed you, but there was a twinkle of fondness in those eyes. “You’re welcome, I guess.”
Your posture straightened, your closed mouth smile now self assured.
“You look so proud of yourself.” He said with a chuckle in his voice.
“Shouldn’t I be? I, like… domesticated you.”
“What does that have to do with anything? I— Domesticated me??” Jason sounded genuinely caught off guard.
“Like that corny, ‘I’m only soft for you’ bullshit?”
Your silence was telling.
“Well I— I dunno, it’s like that one saying: ‘if the shoe fits…’” You knew you were pushing your luck right now, but every time he’d tried to play-wrestle you in the past, you just laid there. That kind of defeats the purpose, therefore defeating Jason. He would get so worked up about it, it was great.
You failed to consider that he had any other options, and made a garbled yipping noise when he started to poke at you at random. Naturally, you went to poke back, and nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound Jason made, the way he jolted.
You weren’t sure if he was being serious. “…You gonna let me win?” You asked with a small smile.
Jason scoffed, sliding his jacket down his arms and tossing it to the side. He had better mobility in his t-shirt. This was getting serious. You reached out to tweak his side before he could ready himself, and couldn’t believe what you were seeing. He choked out another little squeak, collapsing onto that side.
You were able to draw your hand back before he squished it beneath him. You didn’t waste any time. You couldn’t see yourself scoring an opportunity like this again any time soon. Both your hands jumped around his upper body, you scuttled your fingers across whatever surface you could reach.
With the thought that he was being tickled put into Jason’s head, everything was making him laugh. You weren’t the most experienced play fighter, but felt like you were going through this on easy mode.
“Noho!” He whined, shaking his head about when your fingers found his neck. His hair got all puffy as it created static on the blankets.
“Is this real? Why are you so ticklish?” It was a genuine question.
Jason momentarily lifted his face from the covers to give you an incredulous look. “I don’t know??”
“Aw… why not?” The touch trickled down his shoulders, to his arms, until they eventually reached his hands. You weaved your fingers together, playfully dancing Jason’s hands about with yours while he caught his breath.
You chose to be merciful, he looked so sweet like that. Occasionally something you’d said would catch him by surprise just enough to hear him laugh like that, but it wasn’t often. He always tried to stop himself, like he thought he was being obnoxious.
Objectively, he wasn’t. It was a cute and dainty sounding laugh, especially when compared to Jason being so imposing. Even if it were to be noisy, you still thought the world should get to hear it more. At the very least, you wanted to hear it.
Your swooning was swiftly interrupted. You should have known better, he could be so competitive. He wasn’t going to manhandle you the same way he would with family or a friend, but you weren’t exempt. Jason was still himself.
“…Ah.” Your right hand was pressed beneath his knee, the left held captive over your head on a pillow. He’d settled his weight over your hips. In layman’s terms, your life was over.
“Yeah. Ah.” Jason let out an amused huff.
“Okay, um… you can let me go now.” You put on a polite smile, attempting to sit up. Your lower back didn’t even lift from the bed.
It was worth a try.
“Jason.” You muttered, the closest you could get to scolding him. You were at a bit of a loss, you’d gotten used to him not being able to bring himself to retaliate against you. You didn’t provoke him often to begin with.
Jason smiled down at you. “What?” His pointer finger began to trace a path, starting at your right wrist and moving up. The feeling left goosebumps in its wake, and the corners of your lips twitched.
All the fizzling breaker box in your brain managed to put out was a panicked “buh” sound.
The squint in Jason’s eyes told you he found that funny. “I see.”
His journey continued as it reached your shoulder. Down your side, across your lower tummy, up the other side, then coming to a stop under your arm. He didn’t lift his finger, he just left it there.
You writhed and twisted uncomfortably as anticipation began to pulse throughout your body.
“Wh… Why are you literally strategizing this?? Are you insane?” You breathed out.
“I definitely used to be. Criminally.” Jason tapped his finger twice. You winced, but were mostly snickering at his commentary.
When he decided to stop psychologically torturing you, he took to the tapping again, slowly moving up and making goofy sounds like he was dialing a phone or something. Your face went right into your shoulder, your eyes squeezing shut. It wasn’t at all enough to keep you from laughing, but you could live with that.
Your knees battered against Jason’s back, you scooted up and down on the mattress, trying to dislodge his grip on your wrist. It wasn’t working. You may just die here.
“I can’t, I cahan’t—“ You wheezed through your giggles. You let out a mirthful cry and slammed your face back into your shoulder when he finally cut to the chase, fluttering his fingers against your very much trapped armpit.
It ended as soon as it began, Jason pulling back with a grin.
“You’re an actual supervillain! Just tickle me like a normal person!” You said that with more passion than you thought you would.
Jason sat back with a huff. “Fine.” He scanned you. His eyes landed on where your shirt had ridden up.
“D’aww~ your little belly’s quivering…” He cooed.
Your head jerked down. It was? You properly short circuited, burning in the face. You didn’t, couldn’t, think to defend yourself when he let go of your wrist. Both of his hands slid up your shirt, repeating that same unbearable fluttery motion.
You were starting to think you could lose your voice if this went on too long. You didn’t laugh like this, or at least you didn’t think you did. It must have been in there somewhere, all things considered.
Your hands went to grab at Jason’s wrists. A squeak strained past your lips when he leveraged that to lift your arms again. Just when you didn’t think he could be any worse, his head lowered.
“You—!“
You weren’t sure what you were going to say to him, but your voice cracked and it broke off into a loud whine when he placed a flurry of kisses against your stomach.
Your knees shot up, once again colliding with Jason’s back. You were running out of ideas, which meant it was time to pull out what always worked from your toolbox: playing dead. You were getting tired, it was easy enough to give into him even with your mind all in a tizzy, pushing you to squirm.
Jason was being a pain, but you were safe here.
“I give uhuhup… no more, pretty plehease…” You giggled out.
Jason lifted his head. “Well… since you asked so nicely.” If you’d known it was as simple as a “pretty please,” you would have tried that earlier, but nothing was ever that simple with him.
You clumsily rolled over onto your front once he was off of you, face pressed against the blankets. Somehow, you could sense Jason grinning.
“Am I picking on you? I’m sorry.” He crooned, not meaning a word of it. But his hand came up to card through your hair, you’d accept that as a peace offering.
“You’re too good at that…” You rolled over onto your back to look at him, still a bit winded. Jason tilted his head.
“Do you tickle your siblings a lot or something? I know you have so many of them.”
Jason scoffed. “You think I’m that nice to them?”
The truth was that he was victimized to much more tickling than he could keep up with doling out, but he was going to hide that from you for as long as he could. He had the time between now and until you met Dick, if he had to guess.
“Look, I’m not one of those people that, like… hates being tickled.” You didn’t want Jason to think he did something wrong.
“But that wasn’t nice.” You pressed, your face as stern as it could get.
“You…” He exhaled. “You don’t know how they are. I think the only person you could put me in a room with who I wouldn’t start a fight with is my sister.” She would beat my ass either way.
You took that in. “Oh…”
“It’s better than it used to be.” Jason quietly followed up. “I made some friends and picked you up off the street.”
You smiled when he squished up your face between his hand. He snorted at how silly that made you look.
“Well… yay.” You weren’t the best at being exuberant.
“Yay.” Jason echoed teasingly.
“You’re such a bully today.” You mumbled, aimlessly tugging his arm around in retaliation.
“I am, aren’t I? I normally treat you like a little princess.”
You grimaced at him, and he caved, his voice wobbly with mirth. “Poor baby.”
Your blood pressure began to lower as Jason pulled you against him. The side of your face landed against his chest, a large hand cradling your head. You exhaled and melted into the embrace. You could only handle teasing for so long before you started to overthink it.
Jason knew that, more often than not, he was overly cautious. It was okay to push the envelope every now and then, you’d learned some new things today that boosted your confidence. After all, it wasn’t like you were the only ticklish person in the room.
I don’t think I’ve ever properly written ler!jason before but I’m currently working on the romantic x reader request that was sent in for him and. He kind of just turned evil
he doesn’t do this often on the grey anon tumblr dot com tumblr platform blog but when he does apparently it’s go big or go home
WAIT I COMPLETELY FORGOT X READERS COULD BE PLATONIC SKMEHOW I haven’t read them in so long, thanks F.S anon for reminding me idk how i forgot
hiii :D so an idea I have if you want to write it is basically the reader having one of the personalities you suggested in your original post - the kinda cheeky spitfire one
So they’re one of the siblings in the batfam and they’re close in age with another - let’s say Dick, so they team up with Dick to be the cheekiest little shit in order to get attention from Bruce (and then get tickled silly)
or or or them being around same age as Dick again and being the older sibling that all the younger ones run to when Dick (or Bruce or Jason) are being mean to them, and ofc the reader teases them about having to run to them but eventually help them get revenge
my brain is now rotating so many ideas thank you for your service in the tickle x reader community🫡
-Elliott :DD
hi Elliott! I can understand how you could forget considering how underutilized it is in fandom hbssb
I want to write cheeky older sibling reader immediately oh my gosh SCREAMS
it honestly just feels necessary. I’ve looked around for this stuff and it’s definitely a “fine… I’ll do it myself situation” wheeze
I hope people will enjoy what I put together. :’) these are being added to the growing list thank you for your suggestion! I really love these ideas.
Soo, you can probably imagine I'm VERY shy abt doing this BUT!! I'll try my best!!
I saw you were taking x reader requests, and I was initially not gonna make any because I'm Nervous About Being Perceived, but after a few days of gathering the courage I decided to go for it!! (Yay!!)
So, here I go jdbdjf. I'd love to read smth about a younger sibling (any age is fine, whether it's Middle Child or Younger Child) reader having Fluffy Sibling Interactions with the other Batkids (again, any batkid is fine, you can even combine this request with another request if that's easier, I just want smth silly and platonic since I haven't seen a lot of sibling reader t-fics going around kdjdjfnf). Maybe post patrol cheer-up tks or cuddly tks or nightmare comfort tks or anything of that sort.
Anyway!! Thanks for reading the ask!! No pressure/pos!! I hope I didn't come off as too awkward ksndkdbdj
I hope you're doing well!!
-F.S Anon :)
hello F.S anon! I’m happy to hear from you again. ^^
I genuinely super excited to be getting these x reader requests so please don’t feel like you’re imposing on me in any way by sending them :’) I was really hoping people would send me some, I’m so glad they’re starting to come in!!
and you’re totally right it’s hard for me at least to find even just. gender neutral reader x batfamily in any way, it’s usually a female reader, and usually romantic. that isn’t even mentioning the fact that the tk community is so niche to begin with HBSHS
there is a blank space in the market here that needs to be filled *cracks knuckles
all of those scenarios sound really sweet >\\< I can’t wait until I’m home from work so I can properly work on these requests :’)
oooh, i'd be really excited to read your x reader fics!! <3 as for preferences, i think there's probably an audience for every type but i personally really like shy and maybe even anxious readers whp get comforted or gently coaxed out of their shell. i'd love to read something romantic with jason but something more familial with a younger reader and the batfam would be cute too. whatever you end up writing, i'm sure it's going to be great! xx
I love writing shy and anxious characterization so this excites me… I’ll probably end up taking up both of these requests because things have been hard lately and x reader is very self indulgent and comforting :’)
thank you for your support anon, I’m looking forward to starting these and hope I can deliver something people will enjoy. <3
Fffffolks I’m thinking about taking more requests. here’s why ^^
I kind of want to get into writing x reader fics:’) and if I’m going to do that sort of thing I want to know what people are interested in. it’s meant to be sort of a self indulgent comfort thing in my eyes, so I want them to be specific in some ways.
if this interests you, please please please let me know what you’d wanna see ( ܸ. .)՞՞ here’s some examples I thought up:
specific personality traits— a little spitfire of a reader, someone who’s more shy or stoic, sunshine archetype reader
reader who struggles with specific chronic illnesses or mental health issues
vague appearance based things— short reader, tall reader, thin reader, chubby reader
specific bonds to the characters— platonic, familial, romantic. whatever people want to see ^^ branching off of the familial bit, if people want kid fic reader, I’d also write that :’)
all readers will be written as gender neutral, this will most likely non-negotiable because it makes the fics more accessible to everyone.
so um yes ^^ please let me know what you think. <:)
Hi I just sent an ask before this but I also just wanted to highlight how much I LOVE the way you depict Tim being embarrassed about tickling. "That snapped the boy wonder to attention real fast. Tim shot up towards him, slapping a hand over the other’s mouth. “Stohohop!” He whined." Like AHHHHHHH I AM SCREAM!!! Anyway I hope you have a great day, Rowan!!
hello again hehe
I’m glad you like it BJBSBDB he’s such a dweeb. I’ve brought this up before and I’ll do it again, as hyacinth anon once so deftly put it:
he is silly… I love writing characters as being kind of awkward it’s fun and makes them feel more real to me ahah
screams and squeals and jumps in a circle with you
I love love LOVE the way you write!!!! I love your style and flow!! You really paint a vivid and lively picture!! Tim Drake deserves all the affection in the world!! Thank you for sharing your talent with us!
this is such an elaborate compliment and I’m genuinely so flattered… ( ܸ. .)՞՞ no one has ever described my writing this way, thank you so much. :’)
I couldn’t agree more hehe I love tim and because of that everyone who I write about has to as well HBHSB
this was really sweet, it made me really happy to read on my fifteen minute break at work. thank you again anon <3
tim and kon buddyisms. they are silly. I incorporated an old headcanon of mine towards the end of the fic <:) I love the idea of it so much eep…
I hope you enjoy. I’m so happy this is finally finished haha :’)
Tim’s hands tangled in his hair as he scanned the wide expanse of surveillance on the Batcomputer for the umpteenth time within the hour. His tired eyes had the grainy footage beginning to swirl. Bruce leaned over the chair behind him, another set of eyes. In all honesty, the constant of his gentle scratching at Tim’s upper back was significantly more helpful.
Tim wearily looked over when the feeling stopped. He must have looked like how a house cat did when you stopped petting them before they got their fix, but he was just being diligent. Bruce was doing that thing, the one where he lifted his head and squinted at nothing in particular. He heard something.
Nothing in particular turned out to be Superboy. It was the Batcave, so he came in costume. It felt like the respectful thing to do, but that was an educated guess at best. He hadn’t even begun to understand Batman and his various intricacies.
Kon was surprised to find everyone but him in civvies. His boots skidded against the ground as he landed.
Bruce gave Tim a little nudge, who redirected his gaze. Meeting Tim’s eyes, Kon couldn’t keep the thought off of his face.
He looks rough.
Bruce took a step back when he was sure no one was watching. He didn’t think Tim would want his friend to see him being doted on.
“Superboy.” He quietly acknowledged that friend’s presence. He’d been trying to place more trust in his children and who they chose to surround themselves with. Every time he hovered, they only grew upset with him, and never once had any of these friends proven to be a real threat. The risk outweighed the reward, just a bit.
Kon gave him a crooked little grin. His dimples stood out more than Clark’s, you could only catch his with certain expressions when the light hit him right. Nevertheless, Kon did look like a product of him.
Bruce found something else to do, and with Tim’s scary dad gone, Kon felt comfortable shuffling over. He floated near the arm of Tim’s rolling chair and gave him a smile. He looked like he could use it.
“What time is it…” Tim mumbled, pressing his palms against his eyes and sinking into his chair. He was too out of sorts to bother asking why Kon was here at all.
“Noon or something.”
Kon was terribly bored. Cassie wouldn’t answer his calls, and the last time he simply busted into her house, he was met instead with Cassie’s mom, who informed him she was away, visiting Themiscyra. Kon could vividly recall actually wanting to die, so he wasn’t going to do that again.
When he peered into Bart’s bedroom window, Peter Pan style, he found him fast asleep. Kon didn’t have the heart to wake him.
And Tim, he seemed to be having a bad day. So, this had turned into more of a wellness check than annoying him into hanging out. Although, chances were he’d still do that. With how stubborn Robins tended to be, he was beginning to wonder whether or not he would have a choice but to resort to more underhanded tactics. He’d be fine, Tim had a certain pattern about his behavior. If there was something he expressly did not want to do, there was about a fifty percent chance it would be good for him.
“You’ve been at this since, like, five in the morning. I saw you online. Can you even remember what you’re looking for?”
Tim sunk down further with a whine. Kon tugged on his arm. “Then c’mon!”
He still resisted. “No… this is important, I overslept yesterday. I need to make it up to B.”
Kim gave him a look. “Did he tell you that?”
“Well… no, I just—“ Tim moved his hands to briefly look up at him.
“You’re makin’ stuff up to freak yourself out again.” Kon interjected.
Tim didn’t seem to like that, but he knew it was true. That was just what Tim Drake did.
“Ten more minutes… maybe I’ll log off, I dunno.” He mumbled, resting his chin in his hand and continuing to stare miserably at this nothing footage.
“Fine… maybe your brothers will wanna hangout with me.” Kon flew over to elegantly sit himself down on the nearest countertop by where they were working.
Jason had earbuds in. He hadn’t been paying attention. He briefly pulled one out and glanced over suspiciously.
Dick was very badly trying to force his delighted grin down into pursed lips. He huffed through his nose, managing to shake the smile. It was funny because everybody in that cave knew it would work.
Kon was Tim’s best friend. His. He had a jealous streak a mile long.
And like clockwork, Tim’s back straightened, his expression pinched, and he turned over his shoulder.
Dick cleared his throat. “So… how’s Clark?”
“Busy with the little guy and being Superman. Nothing new.” Kon hummed.
“How many cats has he rescued from trees lately?” Jason got a couple of quiet snorts. Even Bruce gave him a “be nice” type of look, although his true feelings were written all over his face.
“Kon.”
He looked over. Oh, Tim was not happy.
Kon tilted his head.
“What are you even—? No!”
“You’re such a—! I don’t— ugh…” He stormed over, pressed his head and palms against Kon’s back, and started for the elevator.
“We’re leaving…” He announced. From Tim, when he passed, Dick got a pout. Jason got something more like a snarl.
Kon was grinning for the entire elevator ride, one arm crossed over his chest, the other lifted to gnaw on his knuckle. It wouldn’t be ideal to laugh at Tim right now, even if this was objectively hilarious.
The doors opened when they reached the first floor. Kon took the liberty of flying to the sidewalk just outside the manor, no reason to drag their feet. He looked at Tim. Tim looked at him.
“So?” He prompted, shifting his weight to one hip.
So sassy.
“You have my attention.”
“If you wanna come to my place, I think I’ve got just the thing for you.” Kon combated Tim’s grumpiness by keeping his tone light.
“I don’t… shouldn’t I ask first?”
“I mean… doesn’t Batman put tracking devices in you guys before you can start working with him?”
The way Tim’s nose wrinkled spoke for itself.
“My place?” Kon asked again. This time, Tim slowly nodded in defeat.
* * *
Kon had a little skip to his step as he let the two of them inside through the garage. Tim had nearly fallen asleep on the fly there, so he was much more docile than before. Things were looking up.
“We’re here.” He announced with a smile. He may have been bouncing on his toes, Tim couldn’t tell from behind the counter. Either way, Kon was very happy to have him.
That felt really good. All warm and fuzzy. Because when was anyone ever this happy to see him?
“I noticed.” Tim gave an awkward nod of his head. It began to swivel and take in their surroundings, even if he’d seen it all before.
“So, uh, everyone’s doing stuff. Jon has school, Clark and Lois have Daily Planet. Just us.”
It was in moments like this that Tim was reminded of the fact that he was a high school dropout, and his clone friend had an education conveniently inserted into his brain during his very unconventional development.
“Right…” Tim rubbed his eyes, “you said you had ‘just the thing for me?’”
Kon swung his arm and began to walk. Follow me.
Tim did just that. He was led to the family room, smack dab in the middle, there was an impressive, structurally sound blanket fort.
“Jon wanted to make one over the weekend.” Kon’s smile could almost be described as nostalgic, but this happened less than a week ago. Tim guessed it was just a symptom of Jon being a cute little kid.
“It’s a bit of an eyesore, but he really likes it, so nobody wants to be the one to ask him to take it down.”
“I’m not complaining, it is pretty nice in there. Which is where you come in, sourpuss.” Kon jabbed a finger into Tim’s chest.
With the accusation of “sourpuss” looming overhead, he was left with no choice but to follow Kon into the blanket fort. It was how Tim remembered: one of the coziest feelings ever.
“I haven’t been in one of these in forever.” He confessed, sitting cross legged and rocking back and forth.
Kon made himself more comfortable, flopping down on his back. “Yeah?”
“Yeah…” Tim nodded.
“I used to make them when I was a kid and I couldn’t sleep at night, then I’d grab whatever Batman junk I’d been working on and have a pretend stakeout.”
“All by yourself, huh?” Kon’s smile was sympathetic in the way that made bats clam up.
Tim shrugged his shoulders stiffly, but he couldn’t be upset with his friend. He was so much nicer to be around when he was acting authentic like this, and Tim was sure he was one of the few people who got to see it.
“Why won’t you get comfy?” He was still all sprawled out. Kon said that innocently at first. Then Tim shot him a suspicious look, it shifted to a knowing smile that made his face go all scrunchy, and his arms moved to wrap loosely around his torso.
He should have just asked to be teased, at this point. Kon raised an eyebrow, shifting onto his side. “What?”
“You tell me.” Tim reached over to shove at his shoulder.
Kon would have fallen onto his back again if he didn’t latch onto Tim’s arm. Tim, who was now struggling against his dead weight to try and get that arm back. His quiet snickers filled the blanket fort when Tim found a pillow to bring down onto his head over and over.
“You’re ruhuthless…” His other arm came up to try and lessen the impact.
“C’mon, that’s screwing up my hair!” He had Tim’s arm in one hand, and the pillow in the other. A human wasn’t ever going to beat a Kryptonian in a game of tug of war, not without kryptonite.
Kon squealed and immediately lost his grip when Tim released the pillow to wriggle his fingers under his arm. Kryptonite was unfortunately applicable literally and figuratively. You can belong to the most powerful race of metahumans this planet has ever seen, and still be ticklish. Ridiculous.
Tim dissolved into nervous giggles when he hoisted himself back into a seated position and rolled up his sleeves.
“Wait— I’m sorry, I’m sohorry… it was an accident.” Tim was surveying the area. It wasn’t like there were any corners he could back into, the blanket fort would collapse if they threw themselves at it. There was no quick, non-awkward way to crawl out either.
Kon huffed a laugh. “Holy bullshit, Batman!” He quipped.
Tim was too easily provoked at Kon dogging on the Robin mantle, and privately, his brother and lifelong hero. He leaned forward, pointing an accusing finger. “Listen, that was Dick’s thing—“
In the blink of an eye, he found himself flat on the ground, his pointing hand held captive at the wrist. Everything started to buzz as it occurred to Tim that this wrist was wrangled over his head.
“Oh gohod, nOHOHO! Give it back!” He tugged and flailed frantically. To no avail.
“Why? You need it for something?” Kon was going somewhere with this. Tim could already tell. He wasn’t going to feed into it, he pressed his lips shut. The occasional chuff or snort slipped past.
“Silent treatment?” He followed up smugly. “you got something to hide, Boy Wonder?”
Tim rolled his eyes. The answer to that question was so, so obvious.
“Prick…” Kon muttered.
He perked up. “I just got, like, the worst idea ever.”
Tim wasn’t sure if that idea being the worst was relative to him or Kon. He, only a little performatively, hacked when a weight settled on his upper back.
“You’re literally fine.” Kon’s amusement could be heard in his voice. “I know better than to crush your fragile human ribcage.”
He did, Tim knew that. He was probably defying gravity ever so slightly just to play it extra safe. But Tim liked to complain more.
“I’ll tickle it, though.”
He didn’t get the chance, bursting into frantic, breathy giggles when Kon’s fingertips vibrated gently against his ribs.
“hEY— HEY!”
“See? You’re stuck.” Kon sounded way too happy with himself for Tim’s liking, but he was right. With a border of solid half-alien steel separating his arms and the first quarter or so of his body from the rest, he wasn’t going anywhere. This must’ve been Kon’s terrible idea.
Tim’s palms tapped frantically at the various blankets lining the floor, his feet kicking in tandem. While he could start yowling like they needed to call animal control and making obscure threats, he knew that they both knew he didn’t actually want this to stop yet.
“I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet and you’re already freaking out.” Kon let up a bit, tapping and leaving short, nipping pinches along the expanse of Tim’s back to get a twitch and a smile.
“I don’t knohow what you want me to say…” Tim mumbled.
“You could tell me I’m the best superhero who’s ever lived, if you want.” Kon tried.
“Hard pass.”
“You’ll figure it out one of these days…” He sighed. “I’ve stalled long enough, gimme this—“
Tim lurched at least a few inches off the ground when Kon’s pinching was redirected to his waist. Usually, he had a set of arms nearby to protect his sides. That wasn’t the case right now, and he was a little distraught.
“Don’t think I’ve heard you laugh like that since Bart’s birthday party.” Kon hummed affectionately.
Tim wheezed and pressed his flushed face into the blankets. He felt a little self conscious despite the fact that there was nobody home except Kon and him.
“You’re awfully quiet.”
Tim didn’t think Kon was done, but he was given all the necessary time to catch his breath and remember how to string together sentences.
“I just get awkward about that sort of thing… I don’t know.” He turned his head to press one cheek against the floor.
“I do know.” Kon was feeling sentimental all of the sudden.
Tim’s silence must have said “you do?” for him.
“I don’t know why or how, but you think it’s embarrassing. You’re pretty smart most of the time, but you’re totally wrong about that.” He slipped his fingers beneath the hem of Tim’s shirt, his skittering hardly more than a whisper. He recognized the startled squeak and breathy laughter it elicited.
This would feel weird in any other situation, but Kon was just trying to lower Tim’s blood pressure. Lord only knows what all he’s put into his body for the past twenty four hours.
Tylenol for his eye strain, caffeine to keep his eyes open, Benadryl to crash for a short power nap only to wake up less than half an hour later and continue working. Overworking.
It was hilarious that Tim wondered and complained about how he always felt like garbage. A mystery, really.
“Okay, okahay…” Tim hiccuped. He was scrubbing his hair into the carpet, his kicking had slowed to the occasional, petulant little twitch.
Kon let up, giving a pat to his lower back. He floated up and off of the giggly Robin.
“Feel better?” He asked with a smile.
“I didn’t realize that was to make me feel better.” Tim grunted.
“Maybe you haven’t caught on yet, but that’s why you get tickled so much.”
That snapped the boy wonder to attention real fast. Tim shot up towards him, slapping a hand over the other’s mouth. “Stohohop!” He whined.
Kon growled playfully like he was gearing up to snap at the offending hand. Tim pulled back with a giggle, shoulders hunching up.
“I don’t know why you think it’s so embarrassing, I think it’s great. You’re like one of those cats who lays with their belly up and pretends to get mad when someone rubs it.” Kon himself rolled over to demonstrate. He looked more like he was playing dead. He caught Tim’s wandering hand when it shot out for his tummy.
Kon huffed, sitting himself up. “Nice try.”
Having been thoroughly bested, Tim finally released a long sigh. He tried, he lost. If it were anyone else, he’d push himself even harder. For a friend, he’d let himself go. He shook his hand about until Kon loosened his grip, then decided it was his wrist’s turn to be captive.
The kryptonian had to lean down awkwardly when Tim fell onto his side, flopping Kon’s wrist back and forth like some kind of fidget toy.
The code switch always happened too quickly. Kon had come to the understanding at some point in his friendship with Tim Drake that this was him going into sleep mode, so to speak. He became bleary and much more relaxed when he realized that no one who really knew him was falling for his tricks. He could lower the facade and save himself all the trouble.
He was pretty sure it made him special, Clark once said that Mr. Wayne did something very similar. Like father like son, and Batman was even more of a hardass.
He looked down at his exhausted, busy bodied friend. He never said it, but he didn’t have to. Kon knew: Tim really liked him.
this is @hyacinthanon clocking in on behalf of Garth nation to formally request more lee!Garth (hcs, fic, drabble....anything..... I'm begging)!!!!
I started something today actually BHJSBD I felt like writing for him again and am stuck on most other things I was working on :’) hopefully that will come out at some point in the next millennia HHH
headcanons are always fun though that’s a good idea eek…
as a formal resident of garth nation your request has been taken into consideration. thank you hyacinthanon on tumblr
Hey hope you're doing good!! For a possible request this might be a lil vague BUT I think this could be cute :))
Bruce is tickling a young Dick to "tell him off", maybe for swinging on chandeliers or something, and Dick shouts for Clark. Clark flies in all worried until he realises what's happening and Bruce just calmly explains what Dick did.
Now Clark just needs to decide whether to help Bruce tickle Dick to pieces or to help Dick escape (and maybe teach him a thing or two about B in the process 🤫)
Anyways thankyou and again hope you're doing well!! :))
no that’s great! solid outline you’ve given me there. I really like this one ahh gosh:’) the potential for lee!bruce is calling my name I don’t think I’ve ever written it…
hello!! i was wondering if you know if there are any tfb discord servers out there? and if so, do you know where i get invite links and such :> ?
I’m so sorry, I don’t! I’m not part of any tfb servers myself at the moment, and I’m not sure who runs any of the current ones that might exist (whether general or specific fandom based). Maybe if someone who sees this post has some information, they can reply or reblog with some direction!
have snippet of tim and kon shenanigans… just for you <:)
Kon had a little skip to his step as he let the two of them inside through the garage. Tim had nearly fallen asleep on the fly there, so he was much more docile than before. Things were looking up.
“We’re here.” He announced with a smile. He may have been bouncing on his toes, Tim couldn’t tell from behind the counter. Either way, Kon was very happy to have him.
That felt really good. All warm and fuzzy. Because when was anyone ever this happy to see him?
“I noticed.” Tim gave an awkward nod of his head. It began to swivel and take in their surroundings, even if he’d seen it all before.
“So, uh, everyone’s doing stuff. Jon has school, Clark and Lois have Daily Planet. Just us.”
It was in moments like this that Tim was reminded of the fact that he was a high school dropout, and his clone friend had an education conveniently inserted into his brain during his very unconventional development.
“Right…” Tim rubbed his eyes, “you said you had ‘just the thing for me?’”
Kon swung his arm and began to walk. Follow me.
Tim did just that. He was led to the family room, smack dab in the middle, there was an impressive, structurally sound blanket fort.
“Jon wanted to make one over the weekend.” Kon’s smile could almost be described as nostalgic, but this happened less than a week ago. Tim guessed it was just a symptom of Jon being a cute little kid.
“It’s a bit of an eyesore, but he really likes it, so nobody wants to be the one to ask him to take it down.”
“I’m not complaining, it is pretty nice in there. Which is where you come in, sourpuss.” Kon jabbed a finger into Tim’s chest.
With the accusation of “sourpuss” looming overhead, he was left with no choice but to follow Kon into the blanket fort. It was how Tim remembered: one of the coziest feelings ever.
“I haven’t been in one of these in forever.” He confessed, sitting cross legged and rocking back and forth.
Kon made himself more comfortable, flopping down on his back. “Yeah?”
“Yeah…” Tim nodded.
“I used to make them when I was a kid and I couldn’t sleep at night, then I’d grab whatever Batman junk I’d been working on and have a pretend stakeout.”
“All by yourself, huh?” Kon’s smile was sympathetic in the way that made bats clam up.
Tim shrugged his shoulders stiffly, but he couldn’t be upset with his friend. He was so much nicer to be around when he was acting authentic like this, and Tim was sure he was one of the few people who got to see it.
“Why won’t you get comfy?” He was still all sprawled out. Kon said that innocently at first. Then Tim shot him a suspicious look, it shifted to a knowing smile that made his face go all scrunchy, and his arms moved to wrap loosely around his torso.
He should have just asked to be teased, at this point.
I have way less finished on the jason fic but I’m hoping to get a snippet out for that soon too. :’) people act like jon didn’t exist in canon until damian but like he’s only a few years younger from my understanding, he was a little child at some point he wasn’t just born a tween…?
I say that for context as to why he’s mentioned HBSHS
