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A/N: I actually did not anticipate how much attention my quick little fun blurb would get 😭 I sent it in, logged off, and then logged back in to see you guys wanting more. So...here you go. One Tim Drake tickle fic as a late birthday gift. (Fun fact! This is also my first ever tkl fic. Like first ever-first ever.) Any plot holes and changes from the comics are ignored or brushed off because the lioness does not care about complying with DC canon in this house. If you see a type or mistake, no you don't. Also I have a very big Tim Drake bias so there’s that.
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It’s a quiet night for the Bats, a rarity in their line of work. Nothing much other than the occasional mugger or thug making their way through the street. As it happens, the only rogue out tonight is Poison Ivy, and considering how mellow she’s been lately, she isn’t too high up on their radar. Red Robin is sent to deal with her alone.
Tim would ordinarily be offended to be sent to deal with someone they don’t consider a priority, but for some reason, Ivy likes him the best out of all the Bats, including Damian and his commitment to sustainable living and focus on animals.
(Maybe it’s the way he had giggled once when he was Robin, when Ivy had threatened to tear apart some hostage CEOs for their part in destroying the environment, and then given her information on where their factories were and how best to tear them down. And then a list of native plants to grow in their place.
“A bigger blow to their pride than just killing them,” he said. She’d lit up with glee. It’d been well worth the stern look Batman had given him later, and also the subsequent benching. It also helped grow Drake Industries indirectly, his parents moving to claim the crumbling companies in the wake of Ivy’s rampage and creating more divisions for their own company. For all their flaws, his parents had cared for him, and relented when he pestered them about making sure they would ensure the new divisions would focus on sustainability. They did end up listening and granting his wishes, even though DI had failed later on and been absorbed into Wayne Enterprises as a subsidiary.)
He hasn’t fought her in a long time, the Bats deciding to leave Damian to fight her since he’s the youngest. They know he’s faced worse, but they still want him to be safe and be a kid. Tim’s graduated to fighting more world-ending threats. But as of tonight, Robin’s working with Batman and fleshing out his solo patrol for the foreseeable future. Red Hood is busy with something in Crime Alley at the moment, though he did extend an invitation for Red Robin to come if he wants to help with the case. Nightwing is patrolling Coventry, Black Bat is in the Diamond District, and Spoiler is in the Bowery. So he’s the one to confront Ivy this time.
Red Robin flies through the city, his stomach turning in excited waves as he jumps between buildings and flips in the air.
The vines covering the buildings continue to grow in size and quantity, and once he reaches Robinson Park, he slows down his approach. “Ivy, I’m here to negotiate!” He grabs his bō from his holster and extends it, but makes no move to point it at her.
At the end of the clearing, a mass of vines unfurls to show Ivy. Her mouth curls into a scowl as she glances at him. “Can’t I just grow my babies in peace?” There’s a contingency for this. Ivy’s mellowed out through the years, her relationship with Harley and the switch of several citizens to being green being the biggest reason why she’s gone from outright killing those who harm the environment to leaving her plants everywhere instead. This time, it’s about those Data Centers that were approved to be built by politicians. Tim has his people at WE working to find a legal way to stop their construction, but he can’t always account for whether Ivy is in a good mood or not. He discreetly taps his comms to alert the others.
“Ivy, please.” Red Robin steps forward, and her gaze snaps to him. He hasn’t fought her in such a long while that he hopes she remembers him. He twirls his bō in the way he used to do as Robin before squaring up with her plants, and watches how she straightens up at the action. There’s a furrow to her brow as she takes him in. “I can try my best to get more green initiatives approved and for those new data centers to be torn down. My team is working on a counterstrike already—”
“Robin?” Ivy slips down from her perch to stand on the ground.
Red Robin pauses, confused. “I think you have me confused, Ivy. I’m Red Robin. Not Robin anymore.”
Ivy appraises him, and he feels stripped down. Like he’s Tim instead of Red Robin.
"Oh, it's you." Ivy peers straight at Tim. A grin slowly stretches across her face. "I definitely remember you."
Tim points his bō at her, his mouth set in a determined scowl. "I don't care if you remember me taking you down. You have to stop this, Ivy." He can hear the others' chatter through the comms. One of them should be heading towards his location. He requested backup for her a while ago.
Ivy grins wider. She waves her hand. "No, no, I wasn't talking about any of the times you've dragged me to Arkham. I was just remembering how loud you screamed for me when you were Robin. Adorable, really." A bright red flower blooms on the vine next to her. A familiar red flower. One that Dick had thoroughly explained (lied) about how he needed to touch it.
His heart drops down to his stomach. If this is what he thinks it's about… "W-wait—"
"You were such a sensitive little bird. Kept laughing even when I was barely touching you. Tell me, are you still ticklish?"
That's it. His bones turn to jelly and Tim hides his burning face in his hands. His staff clatters to the ground, long forgotten. "Noooo…" he whines, much to Ivy's delight. He's lost this fight already. He can never look his family or Ivy in the eyes ever again.
"That's what I thought." A satisfied smile makes its way to her face. "I think it's about time for a rematch."
Red Robin comes back to himself in time to dodge out of the way of one of Ivy’s vines with a roll and snatches his bō from the ground at the same time. He smacks another vine with his staff as Ivy laughs, loud and clear, “Come back, Robin! I need to see how much you laugh this time.”
Red Robin screeches in indignation. “NO! SCREW YOU!”
The same large red flowers grow and bloom on the vines wherever he goes, bursting and filling the air with pollen. Ivy follows behind, trying to subdue him every chance she gets.
With all the action, it’s only a matter of time before one of the stray vines catches him around the waist. It’s intentional the way the tip digs into his side, and Tim can’t help the way he yelps. Ivy drops down next to him with an anticipatory grin. More vines snake around his wrists, tying them together and lifting them over his head. Others wrap around his ankles and tug, leaving him lying on his back as she kneels over him. A red flower blooms next to him, then bursts, releasing that damned sensitivity pollen. He coughs and sputters. Already, Tim can feel the weight of his clothes against his skin. He clamps his mouth shut and glares at Ivy.
“Robin,” she sings, wiggling her fingers. Tim feels his face heat up. Ivy gives him a few moments to squirm in anticipation before she strikes. Her fingers dig into his sides, and Tim can’t even fight back the shrieky, cackling laughter that pours out of his mouth. He jerks in his bonds, unable to escape the skittering sensations that spread up and down his torso. “NOHOHOHO IVY DOHOHON’T!” Any other words he says dissolve into loud cackles as Ivy darts her fingers up and down his sides. While normally the tickling would stay confined to wherever his attacker would target, the sensations linger. They stay longer than they should and feel more intense than Tim knows they usually feel. He hates (loves) that pollen so much.
“It’s like you’ve gotten more ticklish,” she says so matter-of-fact that it makes the tickling feel that much worse.
There’s more noise in his ears as he distantly realizes his comms are still on. Fuck. The good news is that it’s still a one-way transmission—meaning he can hear them, but they can’t hear him—and the cameras in the park have been destroyed so that nobody has eyes on him.
Ivy switches from clawing at his ribs to prodding at his underarms, bringing a new wave of laughter. Tim yanks futilely at the vines. They tug him back in response.
“Ah, ah, calm down, little bird,” she teases. Her fingers flutter around his neck, and he snorts and giggles. “No escaping, Robin. Your only option is staying here with me. Where I can make you laugh as much as I want to. You know, I can see why Harley likes you so much. You really are cute when you’re like this.”
“I—nahaha ple—Ivy—stahahap! It tic—it—don’t—” Tim can barely say a word as a hot blush spreads across his cheeks. Stop talking! You’re making it worse! he thinks.
Ivy pulls back at that moment as footsteps rush up to where they are. Tim doesn’t hear much of anything, too busy trying to deal with the residual giggles bubbling out of him.
“—oah, Ivy, he’s pretty out of it. What’d you do?” A voice says.
“Sensitivity pollen,” Ivy replies.
“Aw man, that stuff’s horrible. Made me flinch from each touch for a week straight after. Tickled like hell too.”
“He screams the loudest out of all you Robins. I’m sure Batman can tell you all about it. Either that or he has it recorded somewhere.”
“He does have a tendency to be loud when he laughs. It’s so cute,” the voice says, unbearably fond. A pause. “Hey everybody, it’s Nightwing. No, RR’s fine, don't worry. I’ve got it handled with him. Yep, Nightwing out. Hey, Ivy, tell you what. Try his ribs. They’re his worst spot.”
Dick.
It’s Dick.
Dick is here. With him and Ivy. In Robinson Park.
And he just…
Tim jerks against the vines. “Hey, wait—”
Ivy suddenly squeezes and digs her fingers into his ribs, and Tim jolts violently, his soul ripping away from his body in a moment of pure shock before the sensations register and he falls back, laughing wildly. “DICK I’M GOING TO KIHILL YOUHOHO! IVY NOHOHO!” Phantom touches travel up and down his body, and Dick cackles as he kneels down to join Ivy, squeezing arrhythmically at his knees. It’s a challenge in itself to try and keep track of where they poke and prod at him, and Tim is failing so badly. It’s over. He’s dead. He absolutely cannot ever face Ivy in the field after this. Dick is going to tell everybody about what happened and then he’s going to ask Bruce about what happened when he first fought Ivy all because she mentioned—
Tim is yanked away from his thoughts with another bout of laughter. It’s broken up every time he Dick squeezes, and he's too tired to even move. He just lays there, taking every horrible, evil, ticklish touch they give him. Worst of all? He’s enjoying this. Eugh.
Eventually, Ivy finally relents, and so do the vines. Dick however stays crouched next to him with a soft smile. “Hey, baby bird. How are you feeling?” Tim manages to scrape together enough energy to curl up on his side. He tries to scowl at his brother, he’s pretty sure it looks more like a pout. “Hate you. ’M gonna get you back.”
“Sure baby,” Dick laughs, gathering him into his arms. “See you Ivy. You’ll make sure to take down your vines, yeah?”
“Of course. He did say he was working to get those Data Centers torn down. Also, teasing the little bird was enough payment for me. I’d like it if he’d visit me again in the future.”
Tim buries his chest in Dick’s chest with a flustered whine as Ivy grins down at him.
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Happy Birthday Tim Drake-Wayne!
HIHIHI HELLO YES OKAY GUYS READ READ READ The lioness has POPPED OFF are you kidding?? For your first ever fic?? An amazing debut. Incredible, showstopping, 11/10.
The way Dick shows up and immediately throws Tim to the wolves ghdbjf evil. EVIL behavior. He's arrived on the scene and is making it Tim's problem right away. Peak older brother behavior, actually.
Ivy remembering Tim 🥹😭 specifically from the way he laughs I can't I can't and the "yeah you should send him my way again soon" hskshkshdks rip Timmy 🫡🫡🫡 but it's ok because Tim admits that he's enjoying himself AAAHHHHH I'm feral I'm chewing on the steering wheel of my car I'm inconsolable
THANK YOU for sharing this 🙏🙏🙏🙏 I love love loved reading it. An excellent birthday present for Tim!!
A/N: I actually did not anticipate how much attention my quick little fun blurb would get 😭 I sent it in, logged off, and then logged back in to see you guys wanting more. So...here you go. One Tim Drake tickle fic as a late birthday gift. (Fun fact! This is also my first ever tkl fic. Like first ever-first ever.) Any plot holes and changes from the comics are ignored or brushed off because the lioness does not care about complying with DC canon in this house. If you see a type or mistake, no you don't. Also I have a very big Tim Drake bias so there’s that.
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It’s a quiet night for the Bats, a rarity in their line of work. Nothing much other than the occasional mugger or thug making their way through the street. As it happens, the only rogue out tonight is Poison Ivy, and considering how mellow she’s been lately, she isn’t too high up on their radar. Red Robin is sent to deal with her alone.
Tim would ordinarily be offended to be sent to deal with someone they don’t consider a priority, but for some reason, Ivy likes him the best out of all the Bats, including Damian and his commitment to sustainable living and focus on animals.
(Maybe it’s the way he had giggled once when he was Robin, when Ivy had threatened to tear apart some hostage CEOs for their part in destroying the environment, and then given her information on where their factories were and how best to tear them down. And then a list of native plants to grow in their place.
“A bigger blow to their pride than just killing them,” he said. She’d lit up with glee. It’d been well worth the stern look Batman had given him later, and also the subsequent benching. It also helped grow Drake Industries indirectly, his parents moving to claim the crumbling companies in the wake of Ivy’s rampage and creating more divisions for their own company. For all their flaws, his parents had cared for him, and relented when he pestered them about making sure they would ensure the new divisions would focus on sustainability. They did end up listening and granting his wishes, even though DI had failed later on and been absorbed into Wayne Enterprises as a subsidiary.)
He hasn’t fought her in a long time, the Bats deciding to leave Damian to fight her since he’s the youngest. They know he’s faced worse, but they still want him to be safe and be a kid. Tim’s graduated to fighting more world-ending threats. But as of tonight, Robin’s working with Batman and fleshing out his solo patrol for the foreseeable future. Red Hood is busy with something in Crime Alley at the moment, though he did extend an invitation for Red Robin to come if he wants to help with the case. Nightwing is patrolling Coventry, Black Bat is in the Diamond District, and Spoiler is in the Bowery. So he’s the one to confront Ivy this time.
Red Robin flies through the city, his stomach turning in excited waves as he jumps between buildings and flips in the air.
The vines covering the buildings continue to grow in size and quantity, and once he reaches Robinson Park, he slows down his approach. “Ivy, I’m here to negotiate!” He grabs his bō from his holster and extends it, but makes no move to point it at her.
At the end of the clearing, a mass of vines unfurls to show Ivy. Her mouth curls into a scowl as she glances at him. “Can’t I just grow my babies in peace?” There’s a contingency for this. Ivy’s mellowed out through the years, her relationship with Harley and the switch of several citizens to being green being the biggest reason why she’s gone from outright killing those who harm the environment to leaving her plants everywhere instead. This time, it’s about those Data Centers that were approved to be built by politicians. Tim has his people at WE working to find a legal way to stop their construction, but he can’t always account for whether Ivy is in a good mood or not. He discreetly taps his comms to alert the others.
“Ivy, please.” Red Robin steps forward, and her gaze snaps to him. He hasn’t fought her in such a long while that he hopes she remembers him. He twirls his bō in the way he used to do as Robin before squaring up with her plants, and watches how she straightens up at the action. There’s a furrow to her brow as she takes him in. “I can try my best to get more green initiatives approved and for those new data centers to be torn down. My team is working on a counterstrike already—”
“Robin?” Ivy slips down from her perch to stand on the ground.
Red Robin pauses, confused. “I think you have me confused, Ivy. I’m Red Robin. Not Robin anymore.”
Ivy appraises him, and he feels stripped down. Like he’s Tim instead of Red Robin.
"Oh, it's you." Ivy peers straight at Tim. A grin slowly stretches across her face. "I definitely remember you."
Tim points his bō at her, his mouth set in a determined scowl. "I don't care if you remember me taking you down. You have to stop this, Ivy." He can hear the others' chatter through the comms. One of them should be heading towards his location. He requested backup for her a while ago.
Ivy grins wider. She waves her hand. "No, no, I wasn't talking about any of the times you've dragged me to Arkham. I was just remembering how loud you screamed for me when you were Robin. Adorable, really." A bright red flower blooms on the vine next to her. A familiar red flower. One that Dick had thoroughly explained (lied) about how he needed to touch it.
His heart drops down to his stomach. If this is what he thinks it's about… "W-wait—"
"You were such a sensitive little bird. Kept laughing even when I was barely touching you. Tell me, are you still ticklish?"
That's it. His bones turn to jelly and Tim hides his burning face in his hands. His staff clatters to the ground, long forgotten. "Noooo…" he whines, much to Ivy's delight. He's lost this fight already. He can never look his family or Ivy in the eyes ever again.
"That's what I thought." A satisfied smile makes its way to her face. "I think it's about time for a rematch."
Red Robin comes back to himself in time to dodge out of the way of one of Ivy’s vines with a roll and snatches his bō from the ground at the same time. He smacks another vine with his staff as Ivy laughs, loud and clear, “Come back, Robin! I need to see how much you laugh this time.”
Red Robin screeches in indignation. “NO! SCREW YOU!”
The same large red flowers grow and bloom on the vines wherever he goes, bursting and filling the air with pollen. Ivy follows behind, trying to subdue him every chance she gets.
With all the action, it’s only a matter of time before one of the stray vines catches him around the waist. It’s intentional the way the tip digs into his side, and Tim can’t help the way he yelps. Ivy drops down next to him with an anticipatory grin. More vines snake around his wrists, tying them together and lifting them over his head. Others wrap around his ankles and tug, leaving him lying on his back as she kneels over him. A red flower blooms next to him, then bursts, releasing that damned sensitivity pollen. He coughs and sputters. Already, Tim can feel the weight of his clothes against his skin. He clamps his mouth shut and glares at Ivy.
“Robin,” she sings, wiggling her fingers. Tim feels his face heat up. Ivy gives him a few moments to squirm in anticipation before she strikes. Her fingers dig into his sides, and Tim can’t even fight back the shrieky, cackling laughter that pours out of his mouth. He jerks in his bonds, unable to escape the skittering sensations that spread up and down his torso. “NOHOHOHO IVY DOHOHON’T!” Any other words he says dissolve into loud cackles as Ivy darts her fingers up and down his sides. While normally the tickling would stay confined to wherever his attacker would target, the sensations linger. They stay longer than they should and feel more intense than Tim knows they usually feel. He hates (loves) that pollen so much.
“It’s like you’ve gotten more ticklish,” she says so matter-of-fact that it makes the tickling feel that much worse.
There’s more noise in his ears as he distantly realizes his comms are still on. Fuck. The good news is that it’s still a one-way transmission—meaning he can hear them, but they can’t hear him—and the cameras in the park have been destroyed so that nobody has eyes on him.
Ivy switches from clawing at his ribs to prodding at his underarms, bringing a new wave of laughter. Tim yanks futilely at the vines. They tug him back in response.
“Ah, ah, calm down, little bird,” she teases. Her fingers flutter around his neck, and he snorts and giggles. “No escaping, Robin. Your only option is staying here with me. Where I can make you laugh as much as I want to. You know, I can see why Harley likes you so much. You really are cute when you’re like this.”
“I—nahaha ple—Ivy—stahahap! It tic—it—don’t—” Tim can barely say a word as a hot blush spreads across his cheeks. Stop talking! You’re making it worse! he thinks.
Ivy pulls back at that moment as footsteps rush up to where they are. Tim doesn’t hear much of anything, too busy trying to deal with the residual giggles bubbling out of him.
“—oah, Ivy, he’s pretty out of it. What’d you do?” A voice says.
“Sensitivity pollen,” Ivy replies.
“Aw man, that stuff’s horrible. Made me flinch from each touch for a week straight after. Tickled like hell too.”
“He screams the loudest out of all you Robins. I’m sure Batman can tell you all about it. Either that or he has it recorded somewhere.”
“He does have a tendency to be loud when he laughs. It’s so cute,” the voice says, unbearably fond. A pause. “Hey everybody, it’s Nightwing. No, RR’s fine, don't worry. I’ve got it handled with him. Yep, Nightwing out. Hey, Ivy, tell you what. Try his ribs. They’re his worst spot.”
Dick.
It’s Dick.
Dick is here. With him and Ivy. In Robinson Park.
And he just…
Tim jerks against the vines. “Hey, wait—”
Ivy suddenly squeezes and digs her fingers into his ribs, and Tim jolts violently, his soul ripping away from his body in a moment of pure shock before the sensations register and he falls back, laughing wildly. “DICK I’M GOING TO KIHILL YOUHOHO! IVY NOHOHO!” Phantom touches travel up and down his body, and Dick cackles as he kneels down to join Ivy, squeezing arrhythmically at his knees. It’s a challenge in itself to try and keep track of where they poke and prod at him, and Tim is failing so badly. It’s over. He’s dead. He absolutely cannot ever face Ivy in the field after this. Dick is going to tell everybody about what happened and then he’s going to ask Bruce about what happened when he first fought Ivy all because she mentioned—
Tim is yanked away from his thoughts with another bout of laughter. It’s broken up every time he Dick squeezes, and he's too tired to even move. He just lays there, taking every horrible, evil, ticklish touch they give him. Worst of all? He’s enjoying this. Eugh.
Eventually, Ivy finally relents, and so do the vines. Dick however stays crouched next to him with a soft smile. “Hey, baby bird. How are you feeling?” Tim manages to scrape together enough energy to curl up on his side. He tries to scowl at his brother, he’s pretty sure it looks more like a pout. “Hate you. ’M gonna get you back.”
“Sure baby,” Dick laughs, gathering him into his arms. “See you Ivy. You’ll make sure to take down your vines, yeah?”
“Of course. He did say he was working to get those Data Centers torn down. Also, teasing the little bird was enough payment for me. I’d like it if he’d visit me again in the future.”
Tim buries his chest in Dick’s chest with a flustered whine as Ivy grins down at him.
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Happy Birthday Tim Drake-Wayne!
HIHIHI HELLO YES OKAY GUYS READ READ READ The lioness has POPPED OFF are you kidding?? For your first ever fic?? An amazing debut. Incredible, showstopping, 11/10.
The way Dick shows up and immediately throws Tim to the wolves ghdbjf evil. EVIL behavior. He's arrived on the scene and is making it Tim's problem right away. Peak older brother behavior, actually.
Ivy remembering Tim 🥹😭 specifically from the way he laughs I can't I can't and the "yeah you should send him my way again soon" hskshkshdks rip Timmy 🫡🫡🫡 but it's ok because Tim admits that he's enjoying himself AAAHHHHH I'm feral I'm chewing on the steering wheel of my car I'm inconsolable
THANK YOU for sharing this 🙏🙏🙏🙏 I love love loved reading it. An excellent birthday present for Tim!!
As the anon who made the first ivy ask, PLS ANON IM DYING TO SEE MORE OF THAT WIP(only if there IS more to come of course, no pressure!!) that snippet was AMAZINGG
the batsignal has been lit!!! (I second, third, and fourth this statement)
hehehe yes, yes it did. Tim is protesting as if his body language isn't screaming "yes yes I am thank u for noticing" meanwhile Kon's this close to actual death via concentrated beam of Dick Grayson teasing.
"Oh, it's you." Ivy peers straight at Tim. A grin slowly stretches across her face. "I definitely remember you."
Tim points his bō at her, his mouth set in a determined scowl. "I don't care if you remember me taking you down. You have to stop this, Ivy." He can hear the others' chatter through the comms. One of them should be heading towards his location. He requested backup for her a while ago.
Ivy grins wider. She waves her hand. "No, no, I wasn't talking about any of the times you've dragged me to Arkham. I was just remembering how loud you screamed for me when you were Robin. Adorable, really." A bright red flower blooms on the vine next to her. A familiar red flower. One that Dick had thoroughly explained (lied) about how he needed to touch it.
His heart drops down to his stomach. If this is what he thinks it's about… "W-wait—"
"You were such a sensitive little bird. Kept laughing even when I was barely touching you. Tell me, are you still ticklish?"
That's it. His bones turn to jelly and Tim hides his burning face in his hands. His staff clatters to the ground, long forgotten. "Noooo…" he whines, much to Ivy's delight. He's lost this fight already. He can never look his family or Ivy in the eyes ever again.
"That's what I thought." A satisfied smile makes its way to her face. "I think it's about time for a rematch."
WAIT anon come back fjfkfjd is this part of a longer wip??? 👀👀 I'm sat I'm ready oh my gosh I love it
Hello hyacinth! I’m just here to drop off a lil Tim thought because he’s literally the ultimate lee™
considering how Tim’s parents were around maybe 1/8 of the time and definitely didn’t give eniugh physical affection, someone (likely a bat) HAD to have just find out this kid has never been tickled before and WRECK HIS SHIT somewhere during his robin days
he may know what it is but nothing can prepare him for the real thing
just laying there laughing his ass off having no idea what the hell to do: “did this happen to Jason and even Dick before? What did they do when it happened?”
they try to play tickle games with him and all he can respond with is “I CAN’T! Ihihit tihihCKLES!” So the teasing ends up evolving like a fucking pokemon
The start of all his problems *blows out a puff of smoke from my cigarette* /j /silly
ANYWAYS now that I think of it that can lead into ANOTHER small, miniscule thought drabble where Tim is trying to be serious as robin since he sees it as responsibility and shit
and then he gets sneaked up on and his sides gets nibbling squeezes and just barely touches on his ribs and he’s lurching into the nearest person who is 100% not going to help him
this is everything actually ghdkghdkg I will admit I am a sucker for the concept of Tim first getting Actually, Really Tickled by one of the Bats because there's so much potential for ridiculously tooth-rotting fluff there and sometimes that's exactly what you need y'know
Ok not being able to play games with him because literally all he can say is variations on "oh god it tickles" is PEAK actually because YEAH, sorry Tim but that will in fact mean that you get tickled even more!!! The horror! If it's Dick, he probably switches to something like "oh, it tickles? How much? More than here?" And he sounds so genuinely curious that Tim's just dying lol
HI HYACINTH first time sending in an ask! YIPPEE! So I love Stephanie Brown and I really like your works so, I hope you don’t mind me reading me yap about her begging
SO
i love the idea of Steph one day being a little shit to Jason or Dick (let’s say Jason for now) all day long and getting on his nerves until Jason has enough and shoots back one of her jokes at her with a:
“Why did the chicken cross the road? To get away from the tickle monster coming for her ass!” and usually Steph would start making fun of Jason for talking about the tickle monster but is too busy booking it for her life which ends with Jason, of course, catching her
I gotta feeling that he can get ABSOLUTELY ruthless at times while tickling Steph but never crossing over boundaries or getting even close to anything truly malicious, its all just supposed to be silly after all
she’s definitely throwing everything she has, insulting, swearing, bargaining, anything (even though she definitely is a bit of softie)
and you know she’s accepted her fate when she just tries to curl up and die
anyways Jason is just being a teasy little shit and Steph just tries to get him to shut up before she explodes
Anon come back and keep talking hgfghgdfh it's like you're inside my mind and my wip list
I think Steph will fly as close to the sun as possible but the instant her metaphorical wings start coming apart she's outta there. Half the fun for her is like, unleashing 100% of her gremlin energy on one focused target to see how far she can push until there's guaranteed retaliation. But once it hits she's done for and she knows it because that's,,, very much the point. At some point she saw Tim getting tickled silly by Dick and went "lol couldn't be me" but Dick immediately proved her wrong
you also have such scrumptious vocabulary ... "soporific" "paroxysm" etc is making my english loving self blush 🫣
Thank you!! My job is very reading-heavy right now so there are so many words swirling around my brain alllll the time and sometimes they filter out here!
THANK YOU HYACINTH You have some of the most creative compliments I've heard (positive!!!) Hope you're having a great day!!
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summary: When Kon hits a bout of insomnia, Tim suggests that he go to Dick for help. Kon has no idea what he's getting himself into, but, well...he doesn't hate it. Tim might still die for this one, though.
lee!Kon Kent // ler!Dick Grayson
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There were many different ways of being dead, and after this, Tim Drake was going to experience every single fucking one. Figuring out the minute details of making that happen would have to wait, though, because Kon was too busy trying to fold every single inch of his perfectly reasonable height and bulk into an overstuffed arm chair in the dinkiest apartment that Bludhaven had to offer.
“Do not–” he tried, mortified at how his voice was already wavering. He tugged his knees up closer to his chest, tucking his arms to his sides like a shield. “Dick, c’mon, I came here for help!”
Dick Grayson, still in his Nightwing Suit minus the domino mask, grinned with that terrifying wild glint in his eyes. “Help sleeping, right?”
“That’s what I said,” Kon muttered. He stared at Dick over the tops of his knees, squinting. “Not –” the next word caught in his throat, sending another wave of burning heat down his face and neck. After pressing his forehead against his kneecaps so Dick couldn’t see how much he was blushing, he readjusted his words. “– Not whatever you’re about to do.”
“Mhm,” Dick hummed, amusement curling through the sound. “Believe it or not, kiddo, this is exactly what Tim sent you here for.”
Kiddo. Dick was literally the only person ever who called Kon that, and it sent a burst of warm-squeezy-stupid feeling fizzing through Kon’s chest every single time. Now he had his own special nickname, just like Dick’s brothers, and it felt kind of like being part of a matching set in a way he’d never experienced before. Like there was a place carved out just for him, the way it was for the other Bats, the way Kon maybe wished it could be with Clark and Lois if he wasn’t so scared they’d change their minds.
Kon jerked his awareness back to the present moment just in time to see Dick teasingly wiggle his fingers, even though he stayed put four feet away. What had he said? Oh, right.
“Really? Tim set me up?” Betrayal from his best friend. Harsh, but not entirely uncalled for after the latest Briefing Incident.
Dick waffled one hand back and forth in a so-so motion. “Not exactly. He knows it helps.”
Kon narrowed his eyes. “He knows?”
Dick’s teasing grin turned a little mushy, the way his face often looked when he had those shmoopy older brother feelings that Kon didn’t really understand. “From experience.”
“Oh.” Good to know. But that didn’t change the fact that one poke from Dick had sent Kon scrambling into his armchair cave, where he still was now.
“Yeah. And speaking of helping…” Dick lowered his voice and waggled his eyebrows mischievously. “Let’s get you sleepy, kiddo.”
Okay, technically Kon did have plenty of time to unfold himself and zip to another corner of the room, but Dick had started walking over towards him and before Kon could decide what to do there was a whole adult vigilante looming above him with ten wriggling fingers that touched down around his neck and ears, and all his strategy-minded thoughts vanished.
“No!” he meeped, feeling himself flush even darker at the squeaking noise. “Di–Dihihick, plehehehease!” Wave after wave of ticklish shivers threw him into shivery spasms, he tried to shrug his shoulders up or clamp his head to one side, but Dick just switched spots, so fast that Kon barely kept track of where the tickling was happening. Even though he tried, he couldn’t stop the snickers and snorts that managed to escape his clenched teeth.
“Please what?” Dick said in a soft, sing-song voice. “Please…pick a different spot?” His hands darted down to scribble over Kon’s triceps, teasing around to the spot where his back and shoulder met. “Is this better?”
It was actually like a thousand sparks of electricity crackling through Kon’s upper body and he shrieked, surprised that the light touches tickled so much. “Wha–whahat areyoudoihihingheEK?”
“Oh,” Dick crooned, still in that musical cadence. “You didn’t know, did you? Bud. Kiddo. Kon. I’m so sorry I haven’t tickled you enough, you shouldn’t have to be surprised–”
“Shutup!” Kon shouted. He’d given up on staying curled in his little shield ball and twisted onto his side, halfway crushing one of Dick’s evil tickly hands. It was so bad, he might actually die.
Dick continued on as if Kon hadn’t said anything. “Now, we both know that here is a good place…”
Before Kon could figure out where Dick was aiming for now, ten fingers scribbled over the small of his back and all the nerves there lit up at once. That wasn’t exactly his worst spot, but it made him giggle, and sure enough –
“Those are the sweet giggles I remember, there we go.” Dick’s grin came through in his voice and Kon really, really thought about hiding. If only his TTK worked on light waves, he’d bend them around himself and become invisible so Dick couldn’t see him squirm from all the teasing.
“Don’t tehease!” Kon begged through helpless giggles. There wasn’t enough room for him to flip over, but–
“Don’t tease?” Dick repeated. “About what?”
“Anything!” Kon yelped, abandoning his efforts to squirm down onto the floor.
Dick chuckled and squeezed Kon’s shoulders briefly before he leaned down to murmur right next to his ear. “I don’t know if I can do that, kiddo. Older brother instincts and all. It’s hard when you’re squirming like the most tickly, wriggly worm in the world who really, really needs nighttime tickles–”
Suddenly Dick was spidering all across Kon’s shoulders and neck and lower back, jumping from spot to spot with no pattern. Occasionally he’d graze over Kon’s sides or ribs or, worst of all, up near the edge of his underarm.
Kon barely got a breath in before the laughter took over again and his brain melted into ticklish, giddy soup. “No! ‘M not, ‘m not, ‘m not!”
With another low, affectionate laugh, Dick slowed down to whispering tickles up and down Kon’s exposed side. “Not what?”
“Not–” Kon inhaled. He tried to twist his expression into a scowl but his face felt stiff from how much he’d been laughing. “Not a worm!”
“I didn’t say you were a worm,” Dick countered, pinching Kon’s side for good measure.
Kon peeped and immediately hid his face in the worn upholstery. He still didn’t know what to do with all these fuzzy warm feelings whenever they fluttered around inside his stomach. Maybe that was something to think about later, though, because Dick kept wheedling little pinches up and down the squishy parts of his side.
“I said you were the most tickly, wriggly worm. That’s different!”
Giggling again as Dick’s fingers wandered around towards his lower back again, Kon just shook his head, keeping his face smashed against the chair.
“Awww,” Dick cooed. “Don’t hide, kiddo, your smile’s too cute. C’mon…” He skated his nails up and down the sides of Kon’s neck in even swoops that instantly made Kon’s laughter gain a screechy edge as he twisted around, trying to shake them off. Eventually, his mind swirling with ticklish feelings, he flipped over onto his back. He squinted up at Dick through teary eyes, vision blurry from laughing so much.
Dick gave him a blinding smile. “There’s my ticklish hero.”
Just as Kon tried to turn right back over because there was no way he was staying visible to hear more of that, Dick latched onto his hips with pulsing squeezes that tore cackles out from the bottom of his lungs.
“HEY! Hehehey!” he wheezed, slapping fruitlessly at Dick’s hands. It was instinct, he didn’t actually want to push Dick away, but his senses were going haywire.
“Sorry,” Dick said. “I’m not supposed to be winding you up, am I? Let’s try something else.”
Kon wasn’t expecting to be scooped out of the chair and flung unceremoniously over Dick’s shoulder. But he couldn’t find it in himself to break free, even though he totally could. That would mean the fun stopped. Even though this wasn’t the magic insomnia cure Tim had promised, it wasnt…bad.
Now, that was a realization that was getting consciously shoved down to the very last car in Kon’s train of thought. He just pressed his forehead against Dick’s back and let himself enjoy being the one carted around, for once.
The journey to Dick’s room wasn’t far, and when he heaved Kon sprawling onto the bed, Kon had enough presence of mind to send his TTK after the stack of items on the nightstand so they wouldn’t go flying as it rattled from the force of his impact. Then, almost faster than he could follow, Dick wrestled him onto his stomach and hopped up to sit on his legs.
Giddy flutters buzzed through Kon’s nerves since he couldn’t see anymore, but – oh! TTK! He extended his awareness for a second, just enough to sense Dick’s hands hovering over his back. Ok, cool, that was good, he could brace himself.
Dick started drawing gentle circles on Kon’s lower back with a single index finger. It tickled, and Kon giggled into the comforter beneath his face. The ticklish prickles weren’t strong enough to make him squirm or thrash, though. They almost felt nice.
After a little bit, Dick added his other hand and switched from circles to vague zig-zag patterns. Sometimes the invisible lines edged over towards Kon’s sides and his light, hiccupy laughter would jump up to peeps, but Dick never lingered there for too long.
“Dihihihick!” he gasped. “It, you’re–”
“It tickles?” Dick said, sounding like he was about to start cooing. “I can see that, kiddo. You’re still a squirmy thing, even when you’re having fun.”
“Noooo!”
Dick chuckled again. “Yes. You and Timmy both, so you’re in good company.”
Well, at least that was something.
When Dick changed it up again so one hand was crawling around Kon’s shoulders and neck and the other was still scrabbling over his lower back, Kon let himself succumb to the peals of happy, embarrassing laughter that he couldn’t seem to quash.
“There you go,” Dick murmured. He used both his index fingers to scritch into the sides of Kon’s underarms. “Tickle tickle tickle, Connor.”
Kon did thrash, then, kicking both of his feet fruitlessly against the mattress. “It’s – ‘so bad, so bad, Dick!”
“I can tell. In this teeny, squishy spot, too.” But Dick backed off, going back to those light, predictable sweeps across the rest of Kon’s back. “Okay, okay. Deep breaths.”
Kon was tempted to point out that he didn’t need to breathe the same way that humans did, but he did as he’d been told. The scent of lavender detergent in Dick’s blanket was a pleasant surprise, and it sent a wave of comfort rolling over Kon’s fraying mind. He grumbled something, he didn’t know what, into the mattress when Dick hopped up and wandered off to do something.
New sleepiness tugged at his eyelids, like Kon might actually, finally, fall asleep this time. Probably on account of the change of scenery and the nice, soothing lavender. Not because he’d been tickled halfway out of his mind.
Yeah.
As he dropped off to sleep, the last thing that registered was the snick of the lightswitch as Dick flipped it off, and something that felt like a kiss land on top of his hair.
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For a split second, Kon didn’t know where he was when he woke up. In his defense, he’d been deep asleep for the first time in weeks, and someone was combing through his hair and it felt so nice that, really, it didn’t feel like it mattered where he’d ended up.
“Connor?” someone asked. “Are you waking up, bud?”
The hand in Kon’s hair gently tugged and Kon leaned into the pressure with a quiet, happy sound. “Nuh-huh.”
Dick laughed. “Okay.”
Wait. Dick?
The sleepy haze evaporated as Kon pieced together the events of the previous evening. God. He’d been – he’d thought that when Tim suggested going to Dick for help sleeping, there was some kind of secret Bat sleep aid. Not…the thing that Kon couldn’t say. Or think, apparently, without wanting to burst into flames.
….did that mean Tim also got tickled into a pile of sleepy giggles too, then?
Hm. Much to consider.
“Hey,” he mumbled, dragging one of his eyes open to find Dick sitting next to him on the bed, fully dressed in jeans and a pullover. “...Sorry for passing out here.”
“Oh, don’t apologize,” Dick said breezily. He smiled down at Kon. “That was the goal. I’m glad it worked, you seemed like you needed the rest.
Kon grunted. “Still.”
Dick rolled his eyes but he kept grinning. “Please. At least you knocked. Tim usually crawls in through one of my windows and tracks mud all over the place.”
Yeah, that did sound like Rob. “I did knock.”
“Yes. Also, you paid your admission in baby brother giggles, so–”
Kon squawked, pushing himself up on one elbow to give Dick his best glower. “I – I did not, I –” Baby brother? But Kon wasn’t – he didn’t – did he?
As if sensing his complicated thoughts, Dick leaned over and ruffled his hair. “You’re stuck with me now, kiddo.” His mouth curled up in a sheepish smile. “Maybe B’s adoption tendencies are contagious.”
Kon beamed. Then he realized that he was doing that and promptly hid his face in a nearby pillow because he was having a rather unwieldy emotion that sort of made his eyes sting. No one else needed to see that.
“Aww, Kon.” Dick ruffled his hair again. He kept at it until Kon snuffled and leaned his head away, snickering past the lump in his throat.
Composing himself took several minutes. When Kon finally felt confident that he could push past the prickling in his eyes, he rolled onto his side to look at Dick.
“So, uh. So Tim also…?”
“Oh, bud. Tim’s a ticklish little squeaky toy, and sometimes that big ol’ brain of his needs some help settling down at night” Dick said with a wide grin. “Jay nicknamed him ‘Giggle Brat’ ages ago for a reason.”
Something clicked into place in Kon’s mind. He sat up. “Wait, so that t-shirt he has–”
“Yup.”
This was the best day ever. It was like Christmas and winning a million dollars rolled into
one. Finally, Kon had some really, truly teasable leverage on Tim…that, to be fair, he could never bring up around their other friends or they’d both be plucked, roasted, and cooked. Metaphorically.
“Use this knowledge wisely,” Dick said. He held up his phone and let it dangle from his fingers. “I’m inviting the GB for brunch.”
