― 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 / 𝕄𝔸𝕋𝕋𝔼ℝ.

DEPENDENT TIM DRAKE  WRITTEN BY 𝓀𝒾𝓉.

[ofreplacement]

❝ wait a second !  you want me to hack what now ?  sorry to tell you, buddy, but it’s NOT happening !  this place... they have people like... captain america & iron man here and i don’t trouble with these guys so, good luck!  ━━ but hypothetically speaking, why do you need this information ?  because it would be really easy for me to get it for you. ❞

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     curiosity  was  present  all  over  her  features  ―  eyes  gazing  attentively  at  every  single  detail  that  decorated  the  place;  as  it  was,  by  far,  the  fanciest  party  jean  had   attended.  alongside  her  interest,  however,  was  the  destroying  feeling  of  being  completely  overwhelmed  by  everything  around  her.  every  note  of  the  song  that  was  playing,  every  word  that  hung  around  the  room  from  the  lively  conversations  &  thoughts  ―  that  would,  eventually,  fill  her  own  head.  each  thing  would  work  as  a  faint  trigger  to  jean,  that  was  still  getting  used  to  her  new  reality.  things  that  led  the  young  mutant  to  believe  it  was  a  mistake  to  be  there;  and  reason  enough  for  her  to  quietly  start  heading  for  the  exit.  she,  however,  didn’t  reach  her  destination  as  quickly  as  she  had  thought  she  would  ―  not  when  her  steps  suddenly  stopped  the  second  her  gaze  fell  on  someone  familiar.

     he  had  been  the  first  person  jean  had  met  when  she  arrived  at  that  timeline.  the  one  who  first  helped  her  when  everything  around  was  just  confusing.  the  redhead  hadn’t  seen  tim  since  the  night  he’d  found  her;  but  she  knew  he  was  by  her  side  most  of  the  time  while  she  was  recovering  at  the  medical  wing  of  the  hq.  or  at  least  it  was  what  steve  rogers  had  told  her.  jean  hesitated  for  a  secord  or  two,  but  the  mutant  eventually  approached  ―  while  trying  to  hide  the  hint  of  a  smile  on  her  face  as  she  was,  for  some  reason,  happy  to  see  him  again.     “  hm, excuse me…  tim?  „

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      staying at the tony stark’s party more than necessary with absolute certainty was not part of timothy drake's plans for that night, the promise that he had made to bruce not being precise about how long he needed to be out of his room. back at gotham, the third robin handled this kind of situation way better, the wayne industries's galas being customary for tim, who had learned to deal with the people of high society and knew how to be pleasent around them even if their situation was critical in some way ━━  now, however, he was in no condition to remain at the party, his mood being terrible since he was taken from his original dimension. aside from the few familiar faces, most of the guests were people timothy didn't know and didn’t trusted, and he felt uncomfortable staying with those new and unknown heroes & villans; his instincts warning him, screaming that it was best to return to his room, where he could return to the loneliness that had welcomed him.

      also, he could not deny that his mind was not in the right place either. the old robin being again sleep deprived. but this time, not because of his research or his frustrated attempts to understand what had happened and reverse the situation. no. his thoughts went back to the night where he had met the redhead mutant, timothy seemed unable to forget how fragile she appeared to be, the ethereal light that surrounded her, and how fast his heart beat to see that maybe he was going to lose her. steve rogers ( or captain america ) had welcomed the girl, but he couldn't leave her, not until he was sure she would be all right. he spent nights in the hospital wing next to someone he didn't know but who seemed so important nonetheless. he had to leave before jean woke up and since then, he didn't seem to have the courage to face the girl.

         but now, there she was, stunning and and not looking so fragile anymore, fully recovered and less lost, though he could still see a glimmer of loneliness in her eyes. they shared that spark anyway. ❝ yea, hm. hi !  ❞ it was almost strange to see her awake, but he was glad she had finally awakened. ❝ hi, jean !  ❞ he tried to hide the smile by looking down quickly, knowing bruce's vigilant eyes could be watching. ❝ good to see you. recovered. it's good to see you recovered !  ❞ he had prided himself on his eloquence before, but since his arrival in this new world, the words seemed to flee from timothy.  ❝ you gave me a big scare. us. i mean, you gave us a big scare !  how you’re feeling ?  you seem pretty good. i am glad you are here. ❞ he tried to disguise his own insecurity, but knew was failing at it. ❝ i’ve heard that they got you a room next to captain america. well, lucky you. ❞ 

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“Garfield is trying to make me go to prom.” raven and tim had always had a strange sort of friendship. It didn’t fill her with quiet calm and self sacrifice the way richard and koriand’r did, it wasn’t full of barbs and snarls like garfield and victor. it wasn’t an instinctive understanding like jason’s had been, or mutual simultaneous antagonization and respect like damian. in fact, the way that raven and tim interacted may have been the most normal out of her and the others- the most similar to a friendship one would find in the teenagers they had been and the young adults they were now. it was nice, “I’m staying here until he leaves.”

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    those were not words that timothy expected to hear from someone like raven; she ( very much like him ) didn't have much interest in that kind of party. but soon he knew that there was interference from his friend, and that was something he expected garf to do. ❝ well... this is very unfortunate for you !  ❞ he said, quietly muffing a laugh. ❝ is that why you are wearing a prom dress, rae ?  will you be his date ? ❞ the third robin knew it wasn't right to tease the girl, then taking a deep breath and placing a hand on her shoulder before taking it off quickly. raven didn't like physical contact and he wouldn't cross that barrier. ❝ sorry about that !  ❞ there was truth in his words, as well as tiredness. ❝ you can stay, but... you know he'll show up and find a way for you to go. he always does it. ❞ he knew raven and beast boy very well to know that she would eventually go with the boy. ❝ if it's any consolation, i also have to stop by. ❞ it was a request from bruce and could not deny that. ❝ but i will definitely not stay to dance with anyone. ❞

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    and,  then,  there  was  silence.  a  void  where  chaos  once  existed.  a  sense  of  unique  peace  ―  where  even  her  heartbeat  foud  a  calm  &  steady  pace,  while  jean’s  own  mind  seemed  to  plunge  into  a  state  of  semi-awareness.  she’d  be  unable  to  say  how  long  she  remained  that  way;  or  even  if  there  was  a  gap  between  the  beginning  and  the  end.  but  it  was  clear  that  it  was  the  lull  hiding  the  absolute  form  of  pandemonium.  eventually,  jean  began  to  feel  something  ―  it  was  almost  as  her  consciousness  was  slowly  passing  through  the  layers  of lucidity;  a  mind  being  pulled  back  to  reality  after  a  long  time  asleep.  and  suddenly  it  hit  her.  as  fast  as  it  had  begun,  the  serenity  disappeared.  every  single  memory  came  back,  all  at  once,  fighting for  a  prominent  place  in  her  thoughts,  filling  a  hitherto  paralyzed  mind.

    jean  wanted  to  scream.  ask  for  help  or  tear  out  what  was  within  her;  even  if  she  had  to  tear  off  parts  of  her  own  self  in  the  process.  it  was,  however,  impossible.  it  was  intense  ―  an  energy  so  strong  it  seemed  to  burn  her  from  the  inside  out,  continuously.  the  dark  became  bright  and  the  mutant  realized  desperately  that  she  was,  somehow,  back  on  earth;  but  it  didn’t  seemed  to  be.  jean  was  far  from  home  and  every  single  part  of  her  being  knew  it,  somehow.  she  became  aware  of  the  ground  against  her  body  and  the  chill  night  air  hitting  her  skin  ―  and  then,  she  was  allowed  to  scream.  of  fear,  of  anger,  of  sadness&  remorse,  of  a  mixture  of  feelings  that  would  erode  anyone’s  spirit.  blue  eyes  flew  open,  hands  clinging  to  the  thing  closest  to  her  ―  and  another  voice  was  only  now  clear  to  her  ears.

      blue  eyes  flew  open,  hands  clinging  to  the  thing  closest  to  her  ―  and  another  voice  was  only  now  clear  to  her  ears.  the  stranger’s  presence  was  frightening  and  soothing  at  the  same  time;  she  didn’t  know  what  his  intentions  were,  but  at  least  she  knew  she  wasn’t  alone.     “  where  am  i?  „     it  was  the  first  thing  she  could  ask,  her  tone  breaking  and  side  by  side  with  a  hint  of  despair,  while  she  was  too scared  to  look  around.  as  she  breathed  in  a  hush,  however,  jean  could  feel  the  control  over  her  powers  being  returned  to  her;  although  it  wasn’t  enough  to  calm  her  down.

        *   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙳𝙴𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻. back at gotham and as red robin, he was brave, fearless and ready to do what was necessary. back at gotham he was useful ━━ after the event that turned everyone into dust  five years ago, he knew it was a 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲 excuse of person, afraid and always hesitant towards everything. the worst part was that he was absolutely sure that he would never be good enough and so would never be able to save those he loved and cared about. so to try to ward off that 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 feeling that always inhabited his thoughts, he did all kinds of 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷. that was the way he had found to reassert the 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻 he had lost when his home was taken from him, but not even that seemed to be working. away from everyone and afraid of what might happen, he chose to isolate himself by going to places he hoped no one else would go. move away wasn't a very smart choice after all, he could still remember the nightmare he had a few nights ago, all that terror... timothy just wanted to stop it once and for all.

        *   𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙴, 𝙷𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁, 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙺𝙴𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙳 𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙽. and now timothy was facing something unprecedented in his life. of course, he had already witnessed several things that went beyond anyone's imagination while acting in gotham as his otherself, but the divine light that suddenly appeared wasn’t something common to him at all ━━ gradually, the blinding white light seemed to fade on the horizon, revealing a very human figure and while part of timothy's instincts screamed and kicked for him to get out of there as soon as possible ( his time with bart made him come up with some techniques so he could run faster than usual, using elements from where he was to ensure his escape )

      *   𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝚂, 𝙷𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁, 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚂 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝚂, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝚈 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙷𝚄𝚁𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽. the girl was now holding firm to timothy and he was trying his best to comfort her. ❝ you are... ❞ he didn't know exactly where they were, but he knew that in her state, the girl needed an answer and a good one. ❝ safe. you’re safe ! ❞ he wasn't sure about that, he still had his reservations about that new world... but right now he knew he would do everything to keep that fragile person protected. ❝ i promise, okay ? you’re safe ! everything is fine now. you are safe. ❞ timothy mumbled softly. hated lies, but he knew that a gentle lie was sometimes better than cruel reality. she still held tight to him and he could feel how cold the girl was, so he moved just only a few inches to pull off his jacket and wrap it around her, preventing the redhead from losing any more heat. ❝ listen, i know you’re scared ! hell, i am scared as fuck too ! but right now i need you to tell me if you’re hurt !  are you in pain, miss ? is there any physical damage ?  ❞ her well being at that moment was his priority.

      ❝ w-what’s your name ? ❞ he wasn’t sure that she would be able to respond, but he needed to ask anyway. information was power and right now timothy was powerless around the redhead girl. ❝ my name is timothy. you’re in a planet called earth and... ! ❞ he took a deep breath, cursing himself.  ❝ you’re already from here , right ?  i mean, you don’t look like any of the aliens i know. ❞ a muffled laugh under his breath. ❝ listen, i need to take you somewhere else. you’re cold as ice and... i know a man that can help us, but i need you to trust me. ❞

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She quirked a well-groomed brow while trying and failing to conceal a smirk “wow, take it easy, I get it you were totally judging me” a toothy smile takes over and she waves it off. Then in a flash she jumps down with an easy-looking flip, closes her small notebook and stuffs it in the back pocket of her jeans and looks him up and down before giving a stoic nod “Absolutely. They call me the Glue Girl, I exude glue-like substance. They say I’m pretty useful. I used to work in schools, never let a day go by where they were out of glue” she swept her blond hair back and maintained a very serious expression for long enough but then the laugh that she was holding back just burst through. “I’m kidding – i’m so sorry but – hahaha! I’m kidding, I’m just someone with superhuman stuff and ‘spidey’ sense as they call it. Spider woman. And you are?”

      part of him was very aware that the girl was only teasing him and timothy was for sure being coy, but that didn't stopped him.  ❝ stop laughing ! i am not judging you. ❞ e tried to contain the smile, but the blonde's laugh was contagious ━━  and god, as he needed that smile. with her sudden movement, the third robin took a few steps back, observing the technique he had never seen before. ❝ fascinating. ❞ he extolled under his breath, certain she had listened to his words, but unable to hold back the comment.  ❝ hey, just because i don’t know your powers, dosen’t mean you can mess with me, glue girl ! ❞ he warned without any seriousness in his voice, still amazed at the girl's abilities. ❝ so... superhuman stuff ? it seems a little vague to me. ❞ that was not the term he was used to, but he could already formulate some ideas. ❝ i’m timothy drake-wayne, miss spider woman. and no superhuman stuff for me. ❞ 

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    harley  remained  motionless,  eyebrows  slightly  arched  while  silently  watching  the  young  boy  stumble  over  his  own  words  & reactions  -  adorably.  at  the  same  time,  she  couldn’t  help  but  smile  ―  meditatively  pleased  to  have  found someone  familiar.  at  the  same  time  the  woman  was  happy  and  ready  to  exercise  the  curious  and  outgoing  side  of  her  personality  while  in  the  new  world,  it  was  reassuring  to  bump  into  a  person  she  knew;  regardless  if  she’d  say  something  about  it  or  not  -  and  gladly  ignoring  the  fact  that  the  rest  of  his  family was  a  bit  boring.     “  a  bit jumpy  jumpy,  aren’t  we,  baby bird?  „     her  words  were  still  followed  by  an  amused  smile,  so  obvious  in  her  tone.     “  are  you  done,  timmy?  good.  hi!  why  so  nervous?  is  it  because  we’re  in  a  universe  we  know  nothing  about?  come  on,  that  should  be fun,  not  scary,  ya  know?!  be  happy!  turn  that  frown  upside  down.  „     quinzel  said  almost  pouting  ―  seconds  before  she  reached  out,  enough  for  her  hands  to  touch  tim’s  face,  trying  to  force  a smile  there  -  who  needs  personal  space  anyways?!     “  ah,  there  we  go!  much,  much  better.  and  thank  you  for  saying  my  face  is  good.  i  know.  i  grow  it  myself.  „     her  voice  carried  a  unique  confidence,  that  mingled  with  a  bit  of  an  almost irrational  pride.     “  where  is  batty-daddy?  and  the  rest  of  the  batbabies,  are  they  around  as  well?  my  oh  my,  i’m  so  happy  to  see  ya!  „    

      athough timothy could recognize some of the people in this new dimension, he preferred to stay away from the majority. the half decade he spent trying to bring everyone back weighed heavily on his shoulders and the third robin wasnt capable of seeing the looks of disappointment in the eyes of those he could not save, the ones he loved ━━ maybe that's why harley's approach made him react in that unfriendly way. ❝ i am sorry again, harley. i wasn’t expecting your approach, that’s all. for a moment, i thought... ❞ he had thought of nothing in particular, but still felt the danger of a possible threat. to see how carefree she looked was worrying to timothy, but he couldn't help but being jealous of her. he didn't wanted to be on his own mind, didn't want all those bad thoughts and harley didn't seem to have any. ❝ yes, harley. i guess that’s the main reason why i am nervous... and i wouldn’t say nervous, i believe i am more worried than nervous. ❞ It was quite obvious that he was nervous and tim knew that the blonde could see this, after all she had been a psychiatrist before the clown came into her life. ❝ i... i don’t see how that can be fun, harley. i just... can’t. ❞ that was one of the biggest sorrows of being him. always tactical, pessimistic. her fingers on his face forcing the smile didn't go unnoticed and timothy was really smiling at her attempt. ❝ b. is around yes. red hood and batgirl are also around but the rest of the family... i haven’t seen them yet and that’s starting to worry me a lot. ❞ here was sadness in his voice. ❝ and thanks. i am happy to see you too. ❞

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oh brother. quite literally.

jason turned his face towards the younger man, a look of boredom upon his features. he blinked slowly whilst watching tim speak, not a single feature moving in response as he thought about what tim was saying. jason had been minding his own business, for once, attempting to get some investigating done when the replacement interrupted his thoughts. jason could read tim easily - there was something about the way his brother spoke that made him feel uneasy for some reason. jason just couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

jason was well aware of their time together in gotham and the work they had done. what was even clearer to him now is the fact that things could change. would jason act on that any time soon? its impossible to know.

he took another bite of the apple he was snacking on, still leaving tim without any response besides a deep sigh and slight frown. he can hear dick’s voice at the back of his mind. jason knows what is right. but it was never that easy.

‘ what happened to your arm, man ? ’

the older man moves around whilst talking, throwing his leather jacket on and stuffing his feet into his boots. this was mostly so tim couldn’t see the expression on his face as he places his hands flat on the table for a moment, eyes shut and brows furrowed together. god, he was trying. again. jason could be cruel, but right now, saying no would probably be worse than that. they were both confused and wanted answers. aside from this, there’s a part of jason that wishes he could admit he missed patrols with tim. it was a very small part, smudged in the corner against the weight of his resentment.

‘ babs ? please, i don’t need that kind of distraction right now. aren’t you supposed to be smart ? ’ jason finally turns around, helmet in one hand and strolling past tim so they could start to make their way out of hq. ‘ i’ll give you my help. ’ he knows tim could probably do it on his own, but instead decides to make it a point. he wants his help. pride will kill jason for the second time.

       *    𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙹𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙰 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙳 𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙽. for years, timothy tried to be just like the fallen robin, to be what he once was, to bruce and the city ━━ but now he knew that he always would be just a shadow left by the former boy wonder. in fact, he didn't care much about that. though he had never met jason personally, timothy still remembered every time they met, the little boy who took pictures of batman and robin, eho felt so close to his heroes even though he was only a shadow. when jason disappeared ( tim knew something terrible had happened, but he was not allowed to have that thought ), it was as if the light had left gotham once and for all, and that darkness was reflected even in the actions of the dark knight, who was succumbing more and more to his inner violence. the little boy who took pictures could not allow that to happen, his best friend's memory to be forgotten and his legacy to become violence. perhaps that was one of the biggest reasons he had become robin, to prevent batman himself from giving up. 

      *     𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰 𝙵𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂, 𝙹𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳... of course, tim could never blame him. A part of him would have even allowed Jason to finish it all, to put an end to everything, but he knew he couldn't give up, and he carried the scar of Jason's blade with some pride. fate kept going on and the relationship of the former robins still had its ups and downs, from enemies, to neutral coworkers... the half decade of despair being what red robin liked to believe the period in which they had finally become friends, or at least ━━ something like that. so looking for jason at times like this became almost natural for timothy, who had grown familar to doing so for the last few years in gotham when they could not count on anyone but themselves.

      ❝ this ? oh, it’s nothing ! don’t worry about it. ❞ it was just a training accident, soon he could get rid of it and pretend it had never happened. however, seeing the older man's reactions, the pain in his arm seemed to disappear. his chest looking heavier and his breathing too. dammit, timothy! he shouted at himself,  ready to turn around and go back where he had come from, unable to deal with that ache in his heart. ❝ i just thought if she went on patrol too, you'd be more likely to go too. i mean, don't you miss it ? ❞ it was a stupid question and timothy knew it, not something he was worthy to ask. not for jason. with the elder's affirmative answer, red robin couldn't contain the smile that lit his face, too happy and finally free of that pain in his chest to care. ❝ really ? ❞ he almost screamed.  ❝ yeah, hm... yeah. i have this place that would like to check it out. maybe before that party thing ? or after ? but it can also be today. you decide.❞

[alecwoodywood]

She hung upside down in her spidey suit, her hair hanging down like a thick curtain while she browsed through a small notebook of hers, reading rather intently till she had a feeling. A feeling she couldn’t ignore anymore “Are you judging me?” she calmly inquired without lowering her notebook.

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     ❝ what ? no ! ❞ he almost shouted, looking around to make sure no one besides the blonde lady actually heard him.  ❝ i’m just curious. you see — where i came from , people usually don’t do... this. ❞ in his short time in that world, timothy had witnessed several things that startled him. ❝ your body is super adherent or what ? ❞

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❛　　 𝙲 𝙻 𝙾 𝚂 𝙴 𝙳  with  JEAN GREY.    /    *  @ofsphocnix　　)

            *         𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝚈 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙼 𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃, 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝙷𝙾𝚆.  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷. he was unable to put aside his detective side , longing for as much information as possible in order to regain the 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖫 that was taken from his hands when he was ripped out from his dimension. gotham was his home , the only place in the world where timothy felt like he really belonged and was accept, but now it seemed a distant memory. of course, he couldn't deny at all that gotham city was a twisted place full of strife and pain, but also was full of light and life ( you just needed to know where to look ). but now, that place    that 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳... he was having more trouble adjusting than he would like to admit. he was & always would be 𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙽 , he could not afford to choose where to be. not while his heart was kept beating.

          ❝ if bruce could see me now... ❞ he muttered under his breath , talking to no one but himself. ever since the snap that turned half of the whole universe in dust he had become more fragile , distancing himself from everything and everyone, fearing that something terrible would happen at any moment. his nightmares were still vivid and almost every night he could even feel the dust between his fingers. dick, bruce, barbara... they were all gone and he felt useless, worthless. the feeling so 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚁 and 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴.

          timothy was finally forced to stop feeling sorry for himself for a moment when an almost 𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙴 light appeared right in front of his eyes, out of nowhere. and for a moment he could act, lost in that ethereal moment. his body seemed to react to the glow that was beginning to blind him, the third robin trying to cover his eyes with one hand as he cautiously approached the cause of the disturbance. he wasn’t supposed to do that. his instincts 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 for him to not approach, to go away and warm someone — but that was something stronger than he and soon the glow has faded away, the figure of a girl lying on the cold ground. timothy drake would give his life for others in a heartbeat, and it didn't took long before he ran to the stranger and tried to help her, hoping that was she haven't left him for good. ❝ miss ?  miss , can you hear me ?  miss, are you hurt ?  ❞ he gasped, looking aroud but there wasn’t anyone there.  ❝ please don’t die , please don’t die , please don’t die !  ❞ he repeated nervously, getting ready to call help, but not ready to give her up.

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Mixed feels. That’s what he felt when he had un-wantingly and abruptly stopped to swivel around and face the guy. Wade took in his appearance and tilted his head. He narrowed his masked eyes before gasping and sliding right up to him, frankly throwing an arm over his shoulder “Oh, how intriguing, researching ‘you guys?’ just who made the cut?! I’m intrigued if you can’t tell! Also, do enlighten me what is this research about cuz if it’s cancer I got you your cure” he winked and proceeded to remain pressed to the guy’s side.” Also hi, who are you again, depressed dude?”

         ❝ yeah. the people who used to live here already before... you know. you guys. ❞ it was, to say at least— weird to talk to someone that didn't belong to his dimension , but timothy was sure that at some point , that would have to happen. most of his actions were meticulously calculated but the presence of the masked man surprised him , the third robin being alert to his presence.  ❝ unless you are from my dimension... in that case, i beg your pardon, mister. ❞ he pointed out , not being sure about that. timothy knew that his reality was full of people that he wasn’t even aware of, but he knew he could NOT risk it. ❝ you really are a bit similar to slade wilson... but his uniform isn't red. ❞ he began to look deeper into the man in front of him, his uniform and swords enough to make timothy act cautiously. ❝ cure of cancer? oh no. i am just trying to understand this place. it’s very... complicated. ❞ he couldn't hide the discomfort when the other one gets closer ,  moving away a few inches. ❝ depressed ? i am not depressed. i am worried ! and who are you ? why you carrying these swords ? ❞

[alberto-rosende]

[shittyninja-deactivated20210218]

look, i’m a nice person, but i’m not here to take your shit.

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❛　　 𝙲 𝙻 𝙾 𝚂 𝙴 𝙳  with  JASON TODD.    /    *  @reaperslayerr 　　)

             *        𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚅𝙾𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙴  𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙼𝙰𝙽  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙳  𝚃𝙾  𝙺𝙴𝙿𝚃  𝚃𝙸𝙼  𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼  𝙷𝙸𝙼 , however , a part of himself ( a part that the former robin considered 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙴 but also enthusiastic ) still wanted to have some sort of connection with the robin that inspired him to be what he was today. after all , tim could neverblame jason     all the vile things that happened with the older man were just enough to 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂 with anyone’s sanity. he wasn’t scared , of course not , but being 𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚂 around jason todd wasn’t something tim could control. using all the 𝙶𝚄𝚃𝚂 he was able to find within himself, the drake-wayne heir approached cautiously , watching carefully the man’s reaction. the cast at his right arm not being the perfect excuse to do what he was planning since they first arrived in that other universe.

❝  hey, hm. hi !  ❞ dammit red robin. tim cursed himself mentally , his own voice betraying his poor attempt to appear calm. ❝  hi , jason… todd. i was looking for you. ❞ there was no denying that timothy was nervous and even after almost half a decade working together back at their home, all those years of pain and resentment were still there for both man, the third robin aware that they maybe could never overcome the soreness that was always gonna be there     and for tim it was etched right into his body, the scar on his neck would forever be constant reminder of what he was, the replacement.

❝  i need your help. with something. i need your help with something , yeah. ❞ he tried not to  stutter and his efforts were actualy showing some results as his voice was finally getting being normal again. ❝  i was, you know, doing research on the area and, oddly enough, it is a region quite similar to gotham. of course, it has its peculiarities, but I don't think it's a crime-free place. i was planning on go on patrol and i was wondering if... you would like to join me. i mean i miss the imminent possibility of death adrenaline. and thought maybe it could be good for you too. we can call babs as well if you want to !  ❞

[harlsqucnns]

     a  new  universe.  a  new  reality.  countless  new  people  that  no  one  knew  nothing  about  ―  and  definitely  not  her  earth.  and  while  some  were  intimidated  by  the  unkown,  harley  was  enthusiastic.  her  footsteps  were  almost  sprightly  through  the  halls  of  the  avengers  -  or  would  it  be  revengers?  irrelevant.  keep  going  -  compound,  clear  &  curious  hues  hovering  every  single  corner,  looking  for  something  fun  to  do;  or  new  people  to  mess with  -  although  the  old  ones  would  work  just  as  nicely.  regardless,  the  woman  couldn’t  help  but  smile  at  the  sight  of  the  other  person  ―  steps  now  silent  taking  harley  closer,  approaching  behind  their  backs.     “  guess who!  „     quinzel  finally  said,  while  using  both  hands  to  close  the  other’s  eyes.     “  and  no  peeking,  ‘cuz  that’s  rude.  „

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    living on the edge was something that timothy drake was already used to ― however being taken from his universe, from his home, and thrown into a new and potentially very dangerous world was affecting the third robin like it only happened a few times before. he had already faced several things that couldn’t be described as ordinary, but that situation was standing out from the rest. sleepless and on constant alert, timothy felt as if his body could crumble at any second, but he refused to give in, not when he could still be somehow, useful for his family and his friends. he couldn't in the meantime, notice the approach of a very familiar someone, almost retracting himself upon the touch. red robin wasn’t able to remember when was the last time he actually had some human contact  and soon stepped a few inches away from the woman. ❛ oh my god ! what the hell ?! harley ? oh my... don’t do that again ! ❜ tim raised his voice suddenly, regretting at the exact same second. ❛ you... you scared me . ❜ he almost whispered, as if trying to explain why he had shouted in the first place. ❛ i’m sorry you just... you just scared me. ❜ looking away from her eyes, tim could feel his own heartbeats, cursing himself for being caught off guard and reacting that way. ❛ please don’t go, i’m just... it wasn’t my intention to... hi !  ❜ he was being pathetic and was very aware of that. always the frighted little boy. ❛ it’s very good to see a familiar face. ❜ he wasn’t sure if bruce would approve the conversation, but at the moment, he didn’t actually cared. ❛ and your face is... good. i am glad you’re here, miss quinzel. not you being away from your home. just... sorry.❜

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! ✰ — TIMOTHY DRAKE, also known as RED ROBIN, is a twenty five year old hero whose allegiance is pledged to TITANS/BATFAMILY. they can be BENEVOLENT & PERPICACIOUS but let’s not forget they’re pretty TACTLESS & ANDROIT. [ ALBERTO ROSENDE, CIS MALE, HE + HIS // KIT, 22, SHE + HER, EST ]

We're all blessed with a conscious mind, capable of anything. We can solve all the problems of the world with that mind -- yet you want to get it smashed and ripped and wasted. Well, not me. I want my mind in the best possible condition -- the way it's mean to be -- with me in control. And that's why I'll never take drugs.

NAME & ALIAS: timothy jackson drake-wayne / red robin.

AGE: twenty five years old.

GENDER: cis male.

PRONOUNS: he + him.

SPECIAL SKILLS: martial arts master, escapologist, gifted intellect, master detective, master tactician and strategist & acess to advanced technology and gadgets.

SPECIES: human.

3 POSITIVE TRAITS: timothy is loyal to what he believes is right and the people he loves; he’s also very hard-working and gives everything he has to achive his goals and has the discipline to do so. oh, and he’s so gentle. a true kind soul that still believes in the world and in it’s people, even if he doesn't show it.

3 NEGATIVE TRAITS: of all his negative traits i have to say reckless, he has no sense of self perservation. he’s also a little control freak and too meticulous about everything that he does, pragmatic as fuck. he's also overcritical about himself and a true pessimistic. contradictory right?

WERE THEY DUSTED IN THANOS’ SNAP? 

nope. tim wasn’t turn to dust. however — darn, he wish he was. back at those five years, his mind became an even worse mess than it already was. his anxiety and depression made his life a nightmare. he was lucky if he could sleep more than a few hours a week, trying his best to figure out what happened and maybe, with a bit of luck, reverse it. several of the people he loved were taken from him and that was something the third robin could not accept. he also developed survivor's guilt and is not doing well, no no. 

HOW ARE THEY COPING AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED? IF THEY GOT DUSTED, HOW ARE THE ADJUSTING TO BEING BACK?

timmmy faces this problem the same way he faces every problem he comes up against, faces it the only way he knows how. 

with research.

HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE NEW MULTIVERSES? ARE THEY EXCITED TO WORK WITH NEW PEOPLE THEY MAY HAVE NEVER MET BEFORE? OR HESITANT?

not good. in addition, due to his panic disorder, post traumatic stress, depression and anxiety, he is unable to adapt at all. he just can’t deal with everything that is happening right now, so he chose to isolate himself. also, he’s so sure about how he feels about the others? they do seem very efective, but he still have reservations.

[soleminisanction]

Friendly Reminder

Characters who were made Robin for their own benefit: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd

Characters who demanded Robin for their own benefit: Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne

Characters who volunteered as Robin for the benefit of others: Tim Drake

This has been a PSA.

[detant]

Deadpool walked into the HQ, his suit and mask looking roughed up, hands tightly clutching at blood tinted swords when his eyes darted up “Oh hey, didn’t notice you there” he huffed, sounding a little out of breath and not exactly his usual, chirpy self. “What’cha doing up and about “ he huffed, an attempt at a lighthearted joke, a weak attempt to distract the person from his swords. He knew it was a weak attempt and that only frustrated him more. Deadpool didn’t do weak!!

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     his primordial nature was control. timothy needed to feel in control of every aspect of his life and that was something he knew it could become his doom, especially now that he and almost everyone he knew were trapped in a dimension that was not their own. being away from everything and everyone, gathering all the data you could find was his way of copying with the lost of that control, something to calm down his mind — and company wasn’t something he was expecting. ❛ oh. hm... it’s okay. most people don’t notice me as well. like, they never do. so, it’s okay. ❜ he wished he didn’t had said that, but there was no resentment in his tone, after all, he was already used to going unnoticed, people usually had more to do than pay attention to him. ❛ i don’t want to sound presumptuous, but you’re from... here, right ? this world, this dimension. ❜ it didn’t took the third robin too long to notice that, sure he has never seen anyone like the other before. ❛ i’m doing some... research. on you guys. ❜ he wasn’t sure he could talk more about it, his trust issues being something that already saved his skin more than once and while he seemed calm on the outside, timothy couldn’t take the other man’s sword from his view, getting ready in case of any attack. ❛ how... how did you get in here ? if you don’t mind me asking. i’m sorry i just... didn’t think people would come here. ❜