batman needs a robin

i'm not batman, i have friends.

[mantlesworn]

indie detective comics' tim drake. written by red. 21+. pup/pups & he/him. been in the rpc since 2012. if you know me from other blogs, no you don’t /j

abridged rules:

mutuals only/highly selective

drama free zone

low activity/runs on queue

comics & heavily headcanon based & primarily pre-flashpoint. inspired by robin '93, red robin, young justice '98, teen titans '03

carrd - prompts -

blog roll: multi: @heroing low activity bruce wayne: @gothamsworn, high activity tim drake: @mantlesworn, ( you are here), medium activity

affiliated with: @hubrisse & @herosfoil

[beingharsh]

*flirting with an older man* when i was born you had already attempted suicide once

[beingharsh]

finally someone says something kind of titillating

[gothamsworn]

update on my situation:

done with the apartment as of tonight

still have a bunch to unpack at the house

got diagnosed with sleep apnea but am waiting for approval from my insurance about going in for some in lab stuff but when i'm on a cpap machine it should help with tiredness

got adderall dosage increase wahoo

all that to say, hoping things will calm down and i will have energy Soon.

[mantlesworn]

when do you gaze at your soulmate

when they're unaware

they don't always see you. but that's a good thing. this is when you love them most. when they are so absorbed in their thoughts you can just sit there and enjoy them existing. it's the way they move through the world which made you fall in love. the grace with which they walk their path. the stubbornness. the dedication. they know their place in the universe and somehow, that makes you feel a little more confident in your existence too. they know who and what they are and there is nothing more beautiful to you than the ability to witness it all. in the simple things and the big things. the expressions they make when they think no one is looking. the way they laugh when they're not holding back. the little swears under their breath for no one but themselves. you love it all and you want to spend the rest of your life being their life's witness.

tagged by: @batstalked tagging: @herosfoil (lex or dick), @tireironmybeloved, and anyone else who wants it

[batstalked]

[ CLOSENESS ]: after having been apart for a considerable length of time, the sender sits into the receiver's lap just to be close to them.

Tim was tired to say the least. what was meant to be a short mission while Jackson was busy with DI had turned into two weeks from hell. he was sore and all he wanted to do was go to sleep. but he refused to allow himself to do so until he laid eyes on his brother. the door opens in a flurry of movement knowing that Jackson had be alerted to his return.

he doesn't have a chance to move from where he was seated before the other was crawling into his lap and curling himself around him. a breath that he hadn't realized that he'd been holding leaves him into Jackson's shoulder. his body ached but none of that mattered now that he was with his brother.

"i missed you."

SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP PROMPTS. | @mantlesworn

[mantlesworn]

tim’s  home.  it’s  the  only  thought  on  his  mind  as  he  rushes  through  the  door,  throwing  his  suit  jacket  carelessly  to  the  side.  it’s  been  weeks.  weeks  of  an  empty  apartment.  weeks  of  a  cold  bed,  of  lonely  nights.  

he  missed  his  brother  like  a  missing  limb,  an  ache  that’s  impossible  to  describe  to  anyone  other  than  tim.  

tim  sits  on  the  couch,  looking  absolutely  exhausted,  like  he  wants  nothing  more  than  to  go  to  sleep.  a  spark  of  warmth  fills  him  at  the  realization  that  the  other  waited  for  him.  it  chases  away  the  chill  of  loneliness.  

there’s  not  even  a  moment  of  hesitation  as  he  slides  into  tim’s  lap,  knees  on  either  side  of  his  hips,  arms  around  his  shoulders,  as  he  hugs  him  tight.  he  feels  tim  sigh  into  his  shoulder,  relax  under  him,  and  he  feels  something  loosen  in  his  chest,  a  sense  of  anxiety  he  wasn’t  even  aware  of  until  it  eases.  he  sighs happily,  content  to  stay  like  this  but  aware  he  should  probably  bundle  his  brother  away  into  bed  so  he  can  rest.

"missed you, too."

tim’s  home  and  everything  is  right  in  the  world. 

[mantlesworn]

love pawsona

tagged by: @hubrisse

tagging: anyone who wants it :3

[gothamsworn]

not gonna be active for the next little bit because i'm moving this week and then getting settled next week. but ideally i'll be back after that.

[mantlesworn]

sex values

stolen from: @normaltothemax

tagging: anyone who wants

[mantlesworn]

@peranarkia asked: ❛  you’re  the  first  friend  i  ever  had.  ❜

the  statement  draws  tim  up  short  and  he  turns  to  look  at  them,  lips  parting  slightly.  he  remembers  their  early  meetings,  how  adrift  lonnie  had  seemed.  sure,  they  had  a  strong  sense  of  direction  with  their  goals  but  socially…  well,  there  was  hardly  any  ‘social’  at  all.  

part  of  him  relates,  remembers  lonely  nights  in  an  empty  house,  cavernous  and  echoing  with  the  lack  of  life.  he’d  been  awkward  before  middle  school,  unable  to  mask  his  strange  personality  and  even  stranger  interests.  it  was  only  after  he  found  a  sense  of  security  in  being  robin  that  he  really  managed  to  open  up  to  those  around  him,  finding  a  small  group  of  friends,  both  as  a  hero  and  a  civilian.  

but  even  then,  it  was  oddly  lonely.  his  civilian  friends  couldn’t  know  his  hero  identity  and  his  hero  friends  couldn’t  know  his  civilian  identity.  

so  he  gets  it.  being  that  level  of  alone.  still,  it  surprises  him  that  he  was  the  first.  that  in  all  lonnie’s  time  before  he  entered  their  life,  there  wasn’t  anyone  else.  he  chews  on  the  inside  of  his  cheek.  “an  odd  first  friend,  i’m  sure.”  a  hero  tasked  with  stopping  lonnie’s  methods,  though  he  doesn’t  necessarily  disagree  with  the  motives.  “but  i’m  glad  to  be  here.”

[gaynfl-moved]

he needs enrichment

[mantlesworn]

@hubrisse asked: ❛  i  love  you,  but  you’re  not  mine.  ❜  [  kon.  :DDDDD  ]

the  words  freeze  something  over  in  his  chest  and  he  stares  at  kon,  lips  parted  in  surprise.  there’s  no  way  he  heard  what  he  thinks  he  did.  no  way  kon  just  admitted  that  so  suddenly,  in  a  moment  previously  so  quiet  and  peaceful,  dropping  a  bomb  into  the  stillness.  it  shatters  the  calm  that  had  previously  sat  on  his  mind,  sending  him  scrambling  in  his  own  brain,  trying  to  shut  down  the  rushing  thoughts  before  they  overwhelm  him.  one  at  a  time,  he  tells  the  feelings.  

first  comes  the  joy,  the  hope.  the  warmth  of  reciprocated  feelings  spreading  through  him  head  to  toe.  he’s  loved  kon  so  long  he  nearly  forgot  what  it  feels  like  without  it.  he’s  loved  him  so  fiercely  it  hurts,  that  it  nearly  tore  him  apart  watching  him  flirt  with  girl  after  girl.  

he’s  waited  for  this  moment  for  years.  hoped  for  it,  yearned  for  it.  never  thought  he  would  get  it.  and  he  wants  nothing  more  than  to  launch  himself  at  kon  and  kiss  him  silly.  

but  he  can’t.  the  chain  around  his  neck  burns  into  his  skin  as  guilt  overwhelms  him.  the  ‘b’  charm  brands  itself  into  the  skin  over  his  heart  like  a  claim  he  can’t  shake.  how  can  he  think  about  how  much  he  wants  kon  when  he  belongs  to  someone  else?  he  sees  bernard’s  face  behind  his  eyes,  gaze  full  of  affection  as  he  offers  him  his  heart.  

tim  loves  bernard.  he  does.  he  could  see  himself  spending  the  rest  of  his  life  with  the  other  man,  given  the  opportunity.  but  he  would  cut  his  heart  out  of  his  chest  and  offer  it  on  a  platter  for  kon  if  he  asked.  he  wants  to  bury  himself  in  the  cavern  of  the  other  man’s  chest  and  make  his  home  there.  and  knowing  kon  wants  him  too一

he  doesn’t  know  if  he  can  take  it.  the  what  could  have  been.  the  what  could  be  if  it  wasn’t  for  the  current  circumstances.  

“i  love  you,  too.  i’m  sorry.” 

[mantlesworn]

@getspoilered asked: "I'm  attracted  to  men  but  at  what  cost?"

a  question  for  the  ages.  he  idly  kicks  out  a  leg  from  where  he’s  lounging  with  his  legs  thrown  over  the  armrest  of  his  couch.  “when  you  figure  it  out,  will  you  let  me  know?” 

[mantlesworn]

“Can you please find my common sense? I seem to have misplaced it.”

indie & private & selective tim drake / red robin redbird from detective comics. pre-flashpoint and heavily headcanon based. coded by red.

[mantlesworn]

@herosfoil asked: ❛  you  can’t  save  everyone.  ❜  (  from  dick  )

there’s  still  blood  under  his  fingernails.  tim  can’t  tear  his  eyes  away  from  the  dark  red  flecks.  he  can  still  feel  the  warm  liquid  spilling  over  his  fingers  as  he  desperately  tried  to  put  pressure  on  a  teen  gang  member’s  wound  enough  to  stem  the  bleeding.  he  can  still  see  the  way  light  left  the  young  man’s  eyes.  

(he  knew  him,  he  realized  as  that  chest  stilled  under  his  hands.  a  boy  from  his  high  school,  a  freshman  during  his  junior  year.  he’d  been  a  sweet  kid  back  then,  quiet  and  part  of  the  robotics  club.)

it’s  his  fault.  he  knows  it.  the  bullet  was  meant  for  him.  it  went  wide  and  struck  the  teen  instead.  he  should  have  realized  someone  else  was  in  the  line  of  fire.  should  have  pushed  him  out  of  the  way.  maybe  if  he’d  taken  out  the  rest  of  the  gang  faster  he  could  have  saved  him.  could  have  prevented  more  of  that  blood  spilling  onto  the  pavement,  reflecting  the  streetlights  like  just  another  gotham  puddle.  

he  finally  looks  up  at  dick,  eyes  flat  and  distant.  shock,  probably,  he  realizes  idly.  even  after  all  these  years,  it  gets  to  him.  

(there’s  a  flash  behind  his  eyes.  a  timber  pinning  a  young  man  to  the  shore  of  the  harbor  as  the  tide  comes  in.  slick  gloves  gripping,  trying  desperately  to  move  the  wood  while  the  water  crept  higher  and  higher  until  there’s  not  even  bubbles  left.)  

“i一”  his  lips  twist.  dick’s  words  slip  between  his  ribs,  trying  to  push  past  the  ice  of  dissociation  trying  to  form  around  his  chest.  part  of  him  wants  to  lean  into  it,  to  accept  the  forgiveness  bestowed  on  him.  a  larger  part  of  him  feels  like  he  doesn’t  deserve  it.  

“it’s  hard,”  he  admits,  voice  soft  and  vulnerable. 

[mantlesworn]

being a relationship/sexuality/orientation anarchist is being like "yes tim is gay. yes he will have sex with women. he contains multitudes."

[mantlesworn]

@getspoilered "Babygirl  there  is  something  obviously  wrong  with  your  brain."

“mmmn.”  he  doesn’t  look  up  from  where  he’s  pouring  over  a  set  of  crime  scene  photos.  it’s  absolutely  gruesome,  the  kind  that  turns  his  stomach.  not  that  anyone  watching  would  notice.  he’s  perfected  the  flat  affect  of  his  mentor,  the  wall  that  he  hides  behind  when  confronted  with  the  true  horror  that  their  job  sometimes  brings.  “i’ve  heard  that  one  before.  though  usually  they  leave  off  the  ‘babygirl.’”

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  more  angsty  dialogue  prompts  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it should have been you. ❜

❛ did i do good? ❜

❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜

❛ wait for me, will you? ❜

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜

❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜

❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜

❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜

❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜

❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died or left me. except for you. ❜

❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜

❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜

❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜

❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

❛ we did it. we won. ❜

❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜

❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜