ShutterBat

🦇 Photography of Gotham night life ! [Young Tim Drake RP blog]

[shutterbat]

Intro !!

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My alias is ShutterBat or you can call me Tim

He/they ..? Maybe….

I take photography of Gotham City’s night life (aka. the Birds and the Bats)! I will be posting about the Bats, and about any of the Rouges’ shenanigans I see !

Feel free to send asks and anons!

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/|\ooc:

This is a fan rp account for a young Tim Drake, pre-Death in the Family !

Boundaries: no NSFW, no shipping since he is a CHILD, no batcest, don’t be racist or sexiest or homophobic or anything like that, don’t be a weirdo or an ass, or I will block you — asks and anons are open, but I won’t respond to anything weird or unrelated to the blog or me. Muse is a minor, so keep that in mind.

Any ooc posts/response will be labeled with ooc or /|\ before the text !! (It looks like a little bat wing lol)

Magic anons are welcome !

If you want to start a rp, you can use one of my old rp starters (tagged with #📷🦇rp starter )or you can tag me in your own :]

Info about this fannon version of Tim:

- He is 10, and doesn’t know how romance or pronouns work (but he’s researching a lot about it)

- He currently attends Gotham City High School as a freshman, as he had joined school early and skipped multiple grades

- Jack and Janet are mostly absent and neglectful

- Other things will be a mix of cannon and headcannons, as there isn’t much about Tim’s personality pre-first appearance in the comics

- he’s a lonely little guy who wants to connect with Gothamites on tumblr through his Bat obsession

- The GCPD knows him as ShutterBat from random envelopes and emails of evidence sent for cases

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Please be kind, and feel free to interact !!

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[shutterbat]

Open RP starter !!

There is a charity gala hosted tonight by some rich couple, driving the Drakes to fly back to town for a couple nights to attend. As always, Tim had been dragged along to attend with his parents and to be shown off as their ‘wonderful little prodigy’ for skipping three grades.

Galas like these were all the same. A large group of wealthy socialites gather to subtly gossip, dig for blackmail, and deal in business under the guise of fundraising for a charity none of them cared about. Jack and Janet were attending to attempt to negotiate business deals just like the rest of them.

Arriving at the gala was one of the worst parts, Tim decided. The flashing cameras overwhelming while trying to keep a good smile on his face and resist the urge to hold onto his mother’s dress. Once he arrived inside, he stuck with his parents for the majority of the time.

Eventually, Janet gripped his shoulder, nails digging in, to urge Tim to go off somewhere else so she could deal with business more privately. Tim made the excuse he wanted to get some water and hurried off.

Shuffling to try and make it to some empty corner of the giant room, Tim was bombarded on all sides. People bumped into him, stopped him to pinch at his cheeks and ask about school— and Tim had to dodge droplets of drinks as they were jostled out of glasses.

The sound built in his ears, skin prickling from all of the unexpected bumping and head throbbing from the reflections in all of the jewelry. It built and built until Tim felt like he was going to tip over.

Quickly, he excused himself to the bathroom, taking off to go out whichever door was the closest, which happened to be the entrance to the kitchens instead of the bathrooms. He shoved himself into a corner, curling into a ball, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing on his ears.

Trembling and ears ringing, Tim sat, alone, trying desperately to hide how badly he was acting.

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/|\Open rp to anyone !! I can do multiple threads if multiple people want to rp too :]

[brucie-on-ice]

*Bruce is slightly bored, not that he would admit it outloud. He doesn’t think anyone would blame him for it, but still! He’d rather keep up his image of the playboy klutz for the media, it helps his branding. Its at least a couple of hours when he decides he’s done enough networking for the charity his parents both ran prior to their deaths. As their only heir, he’s expected to at least talk to potential donors, and it’s not that much of a bore to go to the fancy parties with other donors to…whichever charity it is this time.*

*But, as always, Bruce would rather be out on the ice. Trying to avoid a scene, he decides to try and sneak out the back door in the kitchen (he assumes there will be one there, at least). So he makes the necessary goodbyes, excusing himself as subtly as he can. It probably wasn’t his best attempt but, he has his excuses.*

*When he finally makes his way to the kitchen, he starts looking around for the exit door. Until he sees a younger kid curled up on the floor, probably no older then 12 if Bruce had to guess. Hesitating, he weighs his options. It really isn’t that hard of a decision.*

*Bruce crouches, looking worried. For all he knows the younger boy is in the same situation he was…five years ago now. He shakes himself off, lowering his voice from his press-ready-playboy to something quieter and comforting*

“Hey, can you hear me? Are you hurt?”

[shutterbat]

Tim hadn’t noticed anyone approach before he could hear they speak, the voice muffled by his hands over his ringing ears. Twitching at the realization there was someone else here, he shrank in on himself slightly.

Forcing his eyes open, Tim looked up shakily at the man standing in front of him. It only took him a couple of seconds to recognize him and, when he did, he seemed to pale further than he was, if that was possible.

It was Bruce Wayne. Mother would be furious if she knew he was acting so immature in front of such an important man. Could his luck get any worse?

“—I— I’m sorry, Mr. Wayne— I’m okay, I’m not—“ Tim stumbled over his words clumsily, trembling as he tried to straighten up, removing his hands from his ears despite the throbbing in his head that made him want to scream.

[shutterbat]

Mother finally gave me my laptop back, so I can be on here again!!

It was a little scary not to be able to call her while she was gone with father, but— it’s okay now! Mrs. Mac is being nice, too. I got to have junk food a couple times, even!!

[shutterbat]

Is the arm better kid?

— 🚬✨

Uhm… not really.

It’s really purpley red and yellowy… and it hurts a lot.

I really don’t want to go to the doctor, though—! I just… I don’t know.

I want to go to sleep but it keeps throbbing.

[greaterthansuperman]

Hey little man! How about I take a look at your arm? Bruising like that on its own isn't too uncommon for a broken or sprained bone

[shutterbat]

Oh, hi! You can look at it if you want, I guess. I don’t know what to do about it. I really hope it isn’t broken.

[greaterthansuperman]

[ Kon's expression softened, his voice dropping to something gentle and matter-of-fact as he smiled at the kid. ]

Well, lucky for you, I'm basically a living, breathing X-ray machine. I know, I know, I'm just that awesome.

[ Kon joked as he knelt down slowly, giving the kid plenty of warning before reaching for his arm.]

Okay, I'm just gonna take a look, alright? You tell me if anything hurts too much and I'll stop. Deal?

[shutterbat]

[ Tim shifted, nervous, and his face partially scrunched in pain. His curious eyes turned to look up at Kon’s. ]

Really? That’s cool. How would that…

[ He cut himself off, shaking his head slightly. After a breath, he gingerly held out his swollen, purplish arm, face scrunching further. ]

Okay. I—I will. Uhm… here.

[greaterthansuperman]

Curious?

[ Kon chuckled softly, carefully rolling up the sleeve to reveal the bruised, swollen arm beneath. ]

That's alright, I don't mind explaining. It's not really X-ray vision. That's just what people call it.

[ He kept his touch featherlight as he turned his arm ]

I can see every wavelengths, pretty much all of them. Light you can see, light you can't. Radio waves, microwaves, gamma rays, the whole spectrum.

[ He tilted his head, letting his eyes drift out of focus for a second. ]

So when I look at you, I just… filter out the stuff I don't need. Skin, muscle, all that. And what's left?

[ He glanced up with a small, easy smile. ]

It's like holding a piece of paper up to a bright light. You can see right through it. And underneath is the fun stuff.

[ He let his vision settle, studying the delicate structure of the forearm beneath the swelling. Clean. No jagged edges, nothing out of place. A small wave of relief washed through him. ]

Alright, good news! It's broken, but it's a clean break. Nothing's shifted around. We're not looking at anything scary here.

[ He met the kid's eyes, his expression open and reassuring. ]

So here's the plan. I put a splint on this, wrap it up nice and snug, and give you some instructions on how to take care of it. But because you've been so awesome, I might have some cool slings. We can't kill your style, now can we?

[ He winked. ]

They've got all kinds of colors. Blue, red, green, I think there's even one with little bats on it.

[shutterbat]

[ Tim looked up at Kon, eyes bright and curious while he tried to ignore his arm to listen to his explanation of his cool vision. ]

That’s crazy…. If you saw all of that at once and didn’t filter stuff out, it sounds like it would be a lot of things to look at.

Super senses are so cool.

[ Tim’s face scrunched slightly at another wave of dull pain from his arum. ]

Paper. Huh. Even dense materials have gaps between atoms. I learned that in science class.

[ He nodded to himself, and cautiously turned his eyes back to his arm. ]

Broken… that’s not good. But— you can fix it without a doctor? Really!?

[ Tim’s expression brightened. ]

I think I want the one with the bats, if that’s okay. Oh, and— thank you so much!

[shutterbat]

Is the arm better kid?

— 🚬✨

Uhm… not really.

It’s really purpley red and yellowy… and it hurts a lot.

I really don’t want to go to the doctor, though—! I just… I don’t know.

I want to go to sleep but it keeps throbbing.

[greaterthansuperman]

Hey little man! How about I take a look at your arm? Bruising like that on its own isn't too uncommon for a broken or sprained bone

[shutterbat]

Oh, hi! You can look at it if you want, I guess. I don’t know what to do about it. I really hope it isn’t broken.

[greaterthansuperman]

[ Kon's expression softened, his voice dropping to something gentle and matter-of-fact as he smiled at the kid. ]

Well, lucky for you, I'm basically a living, breathing X-ray machine. I know, I know, I'm just that awesome.

[ Kon joked as he knelt down slowly, giving the kid plenty of warning before reaching for his arm.]

Okay, I'm just gonna take a look, alright? You tell me if anything hurts too much and I'll stop. Deal?

[shutterbat]

[ Tim shifted, nervous, and his face partially scrunched in pain. His curious eyes turned to look up at Kon’s. ]

Really? That’s cool. How would that…

[ He cut himself off, shaking his head slightly. After a breath, he gingerly held out his swollen, purplish arm, face scrunching further. ]

Okay. I—I will. Uhm… here.

[shutterbat]

Is the arm better kid?

— 🚬✨

Uhm… not really.

It’s really purpley red and yellowy… and it hurts a lot.

I really don’t want to go to the doctor, though—! I just… I don’t know.

I want to go to sleep but it keeps throbbing.

[greaterthansuperman]

Hey little man! How about I take a look at your arm? Bruising like that on its own isn't too uncommon for a broken or sprained bone

[shutterbat]

Oh, hi! You can look at it if you want, I guess. I don’t know what to do about it. I really hope it isn’t broken.

[shutterbat]

…maybe it was a bad idea to try and skateboard down the stairs railing.

Ow.

[parselysagerosemaryandi]

*holds out ice in a Ziploc bag wrapped in towels*

[shutterbat]

Oh—! Thank you !!

Maybe this will help the puffiness.

[shutterbat]

Is the arm better kid?

— 🚬✨

Uhm… not really.

It’s really purpley red and yellowy… and it hurts a lot.

I really don’t want to go to the doctor, though—! I just… I don’t know.

I want to go to sleep but it keeps throbbing.

[shutterbat]

Geeze Louise, I'm seriously thinking of adopting you and I'm not even Batman. And I'd be a terrible influence. But here kid. *tosses you an ice pack* If your arm still hurts tomorrow, make an appointment for a radio, m'kay?

— 🚬✨

Adopted? But… I’ve got parents…

Oh— thank you for the ice pack—!

I… I’m sure it’ll be better. I probably don’t need to do that. I don’t want the doctors to call my parents— they’re busy, and they’ll be a little mad if I interrupt them—

[shutterbat]

…maybe it was a bad idea to try and skateboard down the stairs railing.

Ow.

[growingpains-of-a-jaybird]

you ok?

[shutterbat]

I dunno. My arm hurts really bad and it’s getting all puffy.

And my skateboard’s wheel broke off.

[growingpains-of-a-jaybird]

you might've twisted it, is it bruised?

i feel like thats a less pressing issue right now but thats sucks

[shutterbat]

It’s getting a little purple, but more than it was a couple minutes ago… I… think it’s okay? It’s gotta be.

[growingpains-of-a-jaybird]

ok, thats a fracture or sprain. you needa make sure you dont move it and put an ice pack over it, and pressure.

[shutterbat]

Oh, geez. That’s not good.

Okay, I’ll… uhmmm… I’ve got a frozen bag of peas. I’ll use that! I hope it’s not too hurt. I don’t want to have to go to the doctor.

[shutterbat]

…maybe it was a bad idea to try and skateboard down the stairs railing.

Ow.

[growingpains-of-a-jaybird]

you ok?

[shutterbat]

I dunno. My arm hurts really bad and it’s getting all puffy.

And my skateboard’s wheel broke off.

[growingpains-of-a-jaybird]

you might've twisted it, is it bruised?

i feel like thats a less pressing issue right now but thats sucks

[shutterbat]

It’s getting a little purple, but more than it was a couple minutes ago… I… think it’s okay? It’s gotta be.

[shutterbat]

…maybe it was a bad idea to try and skateboard down the stairs railing.

Ow.

[growingpains-of-a-jaybird]

you ok?

[shutterbat]

I dunno. My arm hurts really bad and it’s getting all puffy.

And my skateboard’s wheel broke off.

[shutterbat]

…maybe it was a bad idea to try and skateboard down the stairs railing.

Ow.

[bunny-rp-memes]

Reblog if you don’t mind random inbox starters that aren’t memes

[arsonsketch]

Yes Jason calls Tim a kid even though they are like 2 years apart in age. Teenagers are like that

[shutterbat]

*tosses you an unopened bag of caramel candies and takes off before you can refuse candies from a stranger*

Hey wait—! I—

Oh, geez. I just broke one of the biggest rules. I’m not supposed to take candy from strangers—!

What if they’ve got something bad in them..?

I… I don’t know what to do with these.

I don’t like wasting food, too…

[nalahoney]