I still have about $300 left to pay the funeral home cremating my mom so they can actually do that. They say I have until the 14th or they will start adding an extra $50 every day she's there after. It's not their fault, I understand that's how it has to be, storing a body is expensive and the longer she's just there like that, the less space they have for others.
@krizariel sent me the idea as a joke and it spawned a fic - i almost waited till jaytim week, but i already have something for the day where the 'pool' prompt fit 🤣🤣
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“Jason, come get in the pool already!” Dick’s loud call was accompanied by a slap against the water, causing a small splash of pool water to hit Damian in the face. The younger boy glared at Dick, and moved back several feet.
“You’ve already got me out in the daylight,” Jason grumbled from his lounge chair on the patio. “How much more can you expect of me?” His chair was tucked firmly in the shade and he was still fully dressed, refusing to enter the water or the afternoon sun.
“Come on,” Dick continued to wheedle. “You’re already here, just come swimming with us. You don’t have anything we haven’t seen before!”
“No way,” Jason protested, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m only here because Tim asked.”
Dick’s jaw dropped in shock for a brief moment, then his face contorted into a fake pout. “What? Is Tim your favorite brother now? Am I now chopped liver?”
“You’re always chopped liver, Dickface,” Jason answered, then grimaced as he added on, “ and Tim is definitely not my favorite brother.” He gave a half aborted shiver at the insinuation, really not ready to face that thought at all.
“Good,” Dick replied, apparently not noticing the disgust in Jason’s tone or pretending to ignore it. “ As the oldest I should be the favorite.”
Jason rolled his eyes so hard he felt the strain of a pulled muscle. “You aren’t.”
“Just come on, Jason, let’s play the chicken game,” Dick continued, back on his whining. “You can have Tim on your shoulders and I’ll have Damian on mine then they fight!”
“They do that without our help,” Jason offered blandly, not moving from his chair.
A loud splash from behind Dick drenched him in water as Steph and Cass jumped in the pull from the other side. Steph surfaced a moment later, right next to him. “Come on Dick,” she interrupted, “Cass and I will play!”
“Adequate,” Damian agreed as he finally waded closer again as well. “Much better competition than Drake and Todd.”
Dick sighed, as if burdened by all the troubles in the world due to not getting Jason in the pool, but finally left Jason alone for a brief reprieve.
Until Tim came over, holding two tall glasses of punch and just as fully clothed as Jason.
Jason grinned up at him, taking in the high necked and long sleeved swim shirt Tim wore along with his long shorts. “Not going swimming Timmers?”
“I don’t feel like dealing with the sunburn for the next week, thank you very much,” Tim snarked.
Jason snickered, sitting up and reaching for the extra drink just as Tim began to lean over and push it into his hand. The glass jolted between them with the abundance of force and splashed all over Jason’s shirt. Unlike Tim, Jason wasn’t wearing a swim shirt, just a plain white, now pink, shirt that soaked up the drink and clung stickily to his skin.
“Whoops,” Tim offered with a shrug, eyes glued to Jason’s wet shirt. “Guess you have to lose the shirt if you don’t want to stay sticky.”
“You're a bastard,” Jason accused, no heat to his mild tone. Then, without any further warning, he promptly scooped Tim up bridal style and with three large steps, tossed him into the pool.
Tim flew in, failing and shouting his outrage and splashing into the others as they laughed and covered their faces.
“Alright,” Jason smirked, “watch out now!” With that final warning, he stripped off the punch soaked shirt in one move and stepped back to take a running leap into the pool, aiming his cannonball right at Tim’s location.
The water splashed up around him and Jason sank to the bottom for a second before pushing up and heading straight for the soaked, still fully clothed Tim a few feet away. Jason caught him easily, dragging him back under the water and causing a full dominance battle as they wrestled to dunk each other beneath the surface. Their escape attempts from each other were filled with laughs, shouts and lots of splashing for their spectators.
Finally Jason managed to get his arms around Tim, and pin him to himself as they both surfaced and gasped for air.
The water calmed for a moment, and the others' laughter at their antics quietened with a sudden gasp.
“Oh my god Jason!” Steph’s cry of alarm had Jason jerking his head back over his shoulder to face her.
She stared at him, a disturbed expression stretching across her face as her eyes darted over his body. The expression was mirrored in Dick’s aghast look, while Cass seemed contemplative and Damian just appeared confused.
“Jason what the hell?” Dick started, looking concerned as he stared at Jason’s back.
Jason stiffened in reaction. This is why he hated coming to these events. He had no idea what faux pas he’d committed this time to earn their reactions. He glanced back at Tim, but he also looked mildly confused.
“Did you get into a fight with a tiger and lose?” Damian finally offered into the stunned silence, and Jason suddenly realized why everyone was looking at his back.
The memory of the exact reason why he didn’t want to strip flashed through his mind and Jason felt the flush creeping up his face. He stole another glance towards Tim but this time one of pleading, begging Tim to save them from this situation.
“If you are fighting animals, you should invite me, Todd,” Damian continued, ignoring the looks shared between Jason and Tim.
Cass giggled and a moment later Steph gave a bark of disbelief. “I’m starting to think you don’t want to be anywhere near the particular animal Jason is losing against,” she offered with a snicker.
Damian tsk’ed. “Animal cruelty is never acceptable and I–”
“There were no animals harmed in this adventure,” Tim helpfully interrupted, not helping anything at all.
“Jason, why is your back scratched–” Dick began to question then stopped, looked at the girls and flushed as a new realization dawned on him. “You’re seeing someone!?”
“Those are from intercourse?” Damian shouted
“Hope you gave as good as you got, Jason,” Steph laughed again, sharing a wink with the joke.
Dick pushed forward into Jason's space, a new fake pout growing on his face. “How could you not tell me?” he complained, trying to widen his eyes.
Jason ignored Dick, shooting a glare at Tim instead. Tim, who was smirking up at him with an evil expression.
Tim opened his mouth, probably with another smart ass response to dig Jason’s hole further, and Jason leapt back at him with a war cry. Tim’s arms came up as he shouted in shock, but Jason had a far different strategy this time than their previous battle. He no longer cared for trying to dunk Tim under the water, no the new enemy was Tim’s fitted surf top that covered his neck and arms fully.
“Oh no,” Steph called out as Cass continued to giggle. “That is way TMI! Nevermind Jay! I just don’t care! Don’t you dare! I don’t want to see it!”
“What are you talking about?” Dick demanded towards her before trying to pull Jason off Tim. “Jason, stop screwing around with Tim and answer my questions!”
Cass laughed harder. “Too late," she finally added to the conversation.
Dick shot her a horrified look and Tim finally froze, trying to stop the realization breaking in Dick’s thoughts, but it was too late. Dick’s eyes cut over to them, accusing and pleading all at once.
Jason used the distraction to finally rip Tim’s shirt off, showing a myriad of his own marks covering his partner's skin. Bright purple and red hickies lining Tim’s lower throat, Jason’s teeth marks covering his collar bone, and Jason’s handprints bruised into Tim’s exposed sides.
Dick whimpered, Tim groaned, covering his face with his hands, and the girls burst into hysterics.
“Thanks for asking everyone,” Jason said, giving his best shit stirring grin. “Shall we now conduct the vote on who’s winning?”
“I’d say this is time for the ‘safe, sane, consensual’ talk, Richard, but it seems a bit late,” Damian observed. “That is not safe or sane looking.”
“Very consensual, though” Jason added with a leer in Tim’s direction. Tim seemed to be recovering, though the sun was already heating his fair skin and freckles were beginning to show.
“TMI!” Dick screamed, as he covered his ears. “Too much information! New shirts! New shirt for Jason now!” he continued to shout as he climbed out of the pool. “And give Tim a shirt too!”
Feeling the warm press of a bare skinned body against him, Jason looked down to see Tim curling into his side, also grinning now. “Well that’s one way to come out, Jay.”
“Chaotic family gatherings not your style Tim?” Jason asked, wrapping his arms around the heated skin of his partner.
Instead of answering verbally, Tim’s arms wrapped around Jason’s neck, returning the embrace and tugging him down until their lips pressed together. Tim’s fingers wove into his hair for just a moment, before raking down Jason’s back with a rush of stinging pleasure.
sometimes i think about gay people who lived centuries ago who thought they were all alone who imagined a world where they could live openly as themselves who met in secret spoke in code defied everything and everyone just to exist and i’m like..i gotta sit down. whew i gotta sit down
If this little book should see the light after its 100 years of entombment, I would like its readers to know that the author was a lover of her own sex and devoted the best years of her life in striving for the political equality and social and moral elevation of women.
“The Great Geysers of California” by Laura De Force Gordon, 1879, unearthed from a 100-year-old time capsule in San Francisco, 1979.
“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all our letters could be published in the future in a more enlightened time. Then all the world could see how in love we are.”
ten year old Tim Drake having a minor phase of liking archeology bcs of his parents so he starts digging shit up in his garden, but because he’s Tim Fucking Drake he does it too well and accidentally unearths one of the tunnels that connects to the fucking batcave.
ten year old Tim Drake who already knew who Batman and Robin were, finding out he now has a secret tunnel in his garden connecting his house to their lair, and he’s just like ‘fuck yeah that’s cool.’ and starts exploring.
thirteen year old Jason Todd bored and fucking around alone in the batcave system when he comes across a fucking ten year old who knows his identity, clearly idolises the hell out of him, and is just kinda wandering around the cave system alone and completely chill about it. they see a super dangerous spider and Tim just starts info-dumping on the species. when asked if he has a curfew to go back home by he goes ‘uh, July i guess? that’s when mom and dad get back.’ it is early February.
thirteen year old Jason Todd who takes a minute and then goes ‘ok this is funny as fuck i promise i won’t snitch to Bruce.’
Jason Todd and Tim Drake being secret cave buddies. Jason Todd and Tim Drake hanging out in the tunnels and making fun of Batman and Nightwing from the shadows. Tim Drake who has to buy a whole new set of night-vision camera lenses for his new photo album that’s just photos and selfies of him and his new best friend Robin fucking around in the underground pitch-dark.
Jason Todd who dies, gets revived, is told by Talia that Tim Drake has ‘replaced him’ unknowing they’re already friends, and Jason who all he can think of is that time they played hide and seek in the cave system and Tim clung to the fucking ceiling via a stalactite for 45 minutes straight. Jason Todd who just looks at Talia and goes ‘yeah sounds about right for him.’
Jason Todd being told he has to deliver Damian to Bruce and he decides ‘absolutely the fuck not’ to the idea of even touching the front door. they have a Ring camera he is not getting caught on that bullshit.
Jason Todd who just goes to Drake Manor and uses Tim’s old entrance to get into the tunnels, his home away from home, dragging Damian along, until he gets to a spot where he can secretly signal into the batcave for Tim to sneak the fuck away.
fifteen year old Tim Drake who gets called into the tunnels to find the Red Hood, unmasked as Jason, presenting to him a random child which he declares to be the son of Batman.
fifteen year old Tim Drake who comes full circle and says ‘ok this is funny as fuck i promise i won’t snitch to Bruce.’
the cave boys are reunited. a third is added to the club. a new photo album is filled. when Tim brings Damian up through the tunnels into the cave he looks Bruce dead in the eyes and says fully straight-faced ‘this is your cave son. i found him wandering, he was born from the shadows of the bat.’
eleven year old Damian Al Ghul-Wayne who’s spent the past three and a half years under Jason Todd’s influence and sombrely declares ‘the cave birthed me for you, father. i am darkness. i am your child.’
Wow, it seems like only yesterday that a couple of bright-eyed, bushy-tailed fans announced the first JayTim Week. While those founding mods have since moved on, the ship week itself is still chugging along just as strong as ever—a whole decade later!
We had a lot of grand ideas while brainstorming for this year's JayTim week. There have been a lot of events (sometimes more than one in a year!), in a lot of different ways (longtime fans will remember the epic JayTim BINGO Month of 2019), and over the years we've had a heckuva lot of prompts. Why not pull on all that history to make something unique and special?
This year, JayTim "Week" will span 10 whole days, from June 19th through June 28th, 2026—one day for each year. To pick prompts for each day, our dedicated mods compiled the past prompts (all 301 of them), weeded out the repeats, and randomly divided them between the 10 days. Then, to mix things up a bit more, we made a picker wheel for each day.
To decide on your prompt(s) each day, simply spin the wheel and let fate decide. Since we don't have a free day this year, each wheel also includes a Free Day!, bringing the total number of possible options for each day up to a whopping 25 prompts (wow)!
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"what if they fucked" WRONG. what if they ruined each other's lives irreparably. what if there was nothing left but a smoldering heap. what if everything that brought them together twisted and corroded and ripped them apart. and then they fucked.
Bakery AU where Jason owns a tiny corner creperie that makes different origin coffee drinks.. he's barely opened shop so it's small and bare, but Tim's favorite pit stop is closed for a vacation, so he tries Jason's instead.
cue the following: instantly flustered meet-cute followed by both of them fumbling the bag by putting their foot in their mouth. But Tim needs his coffee, so he ends up there again, and Jason swallows his pride to make an apology drink that is so good Tim has to keep coming back for it.
and then it becomes a Thing. Tim is Jason's best customer. he always sits at the corner table, laptop open and knees drawn up, and buys enough snacks and caffeine to fund Jason's slow days. Jason learns little things about Tim: how he takes his drinks, of course, but also how he brushes his fingers on his lips in thought; how he smiles with one side crooked when he throws sharp quips; how he mutters and shifts in his seat when he's frustrated and clearly in need of another treat.
and then Jason figures what the heck, you're here, Try This New Crepe (it isn't because Tim needs to fatten up, no sir) and Also This Scone, and How About This New Latte? It's On The House.
little does he know Tim has also been watching: the way Jason's eyes soften when he serves children and tells them "secrets"; the way he laughs, a low, raspy thing that tickles at the back of Tim's neck; the way his hands wrap around mugs, soft dough, a cutting knife.
and then one afternoon it's pouring rain, and Tim, utterly unprepared, is freezing from the downpour. what is Jason going to do, let him sit there pathetically and drip all over the floor? so he takes him to the back and gets a fresh shirt, and a hot drink, and oh, it smells like Jason and coffee and delicious crepe batter and Tim's stomach is all hot even though Jason won't look at him all of a sudden but he should Return This Shirt Eventually and he wants to smell Jason up close and without thinking he blurts out--
Tim: I can't. They will never accept it, and I love them to much to break their hearts. And I can't just have you one time, I wouldn't be able to forget it.
I still have about $300 left to pay the funeral home cremating my mom so they can actually do that. They say I have until the 14th or they will start adding an extra $50 every day she's there after. It's not their fault, I understand that's how it has to be, storing a body is expensive and the longer she's just there like that, the less space they have for others.
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Tim coming home to the nest one day, months after the Boomerang incident- months after Bruce and he started their awkward avoidance of each other, to find a small package left on his balcony.
A package containing a manilla envelope detailing his sudden ownership of the majority shares of Kord Industries- his own signature on the transfer forged, and card scrawled in red ink-
"Be My Robin."
His first thoughts are of course: clearly Jason had come back to Gotham. He supposed he was past due for that altercation.
His second are: what the actual fuck?
It's only after he hears Pru cackling inside the theater that he stops and thinks for a moment, and realizes the date.
February 14th.
He bluescreens.
Pru's laughter tips over the line into hysterical.
He doesn't know what to do with this.
Because what???
He goes inside, still wide eyes, confused, and flustered.
Pru thinks the whole thing is "cute"
Tim thinks it feels like a threat.
Last time he and Jason "met up" he'd snarkilly asked the same thing, and then for the first time legitimately tried to kill him.
Pru just shrugs with a grin.
"That's just standard flirting in the League."
Tim gapes, and just bluescreens again with an exasperated whine.
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