I finally got caught up with the new nightwing
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I finally got caught up with the new nightwing
Drawing some more Superbat tonight. <3
PULL ME IN
summary: due to Bruce distancing himself from reading and seeing other women - batfam has to watch their mom willow away.
pt 2
Batman birthed all his Robins
“Batman birthed all his Robins” and Dick is entirely responsible for everyone’s confusion.
•••
Dick, whispering to Jason: Pssst… they think Bruce and Batman are… dating.
Jason: WHAT?
Dick: …well, technically Batman gave birth to us.
Jason: …you’re joking, right?
Dick: …technically not.
Later, Tim finds out his adoption papers are real: Oh. My. God. Batman gave birth to me.
Dick, smirking: Told you.
Bruce, sipping tea: Can we not do this today?
Dick: Sure. Unless you’re planning on getting pregnant again.
Batman, deeply sighing : Last night I realised I'm old...
Superman: What happened?
Batman: I fell in the alley and, instead of laughing, Damian came quickly to see if I was okay...
Superman, covering his mouth with the hand : Oh no...
Superbat is just amazing and so on but what do you think about Batcat?
Idk I love them
Chief Executive Officer -Papa- Bruce Wayne
Survival manual!
Tim drake x reader
Synopsis: When you start dating a coffee-addicted genius detective, you have to learn how to keep him alive...
The apartment was dark and cold, except under the soft blankets where they both warmed themselves with each other's body heat and soft snores.
Your cold feet tangled between the detective's legs, his mouth slightly open, letting out soft snores
Everything was perfect until the alarm went off.
05:00 AM
Tim's blue eyes snapped open, like a soldier accustomed to precise timing, and he began to gently shift from your grasp, silently trying to pull you away from his chest.
"No"
"Huh?" I look at you, confused. "I woke you up. I'm sorry—go back to sleep," I murmur, stroking your hair.
"Don't even think about it, Timothy," you whispered, your eyes still closed.
"I have to go"
"You don't have to go"
"I have work to do," he insisted, trying to push you away.
"What did we say yesterday?"
She rolled her eyes, but the slight curve of her lips betrayed that she was enjoying it.
"I need to sleep at least eight hours, no matter what time I go to bed."
"Exactly," you murmur, forcing one eye open. "And..."
"And..?"
"Last night you went to bed at eleven..." you affectionately scratched her waist, "so you won't get up for another three hours."
"The faster I get up, the faster I'll solve this investigation," he insisted, taking your hand.
"The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you can resume your research" you corrected him, giving him a few gentle pats on the ribs.
1. Force him to sleep at least 8 hours
Wednesday 9:35 AM
Hurried footsteps echo in the apartment.
You wake up to the sound of a dull thud followed by a groan and a curse.
"Tim- "you complain, brushing your messy hair away from your face to watch him hop around while putting on his pants.
"Ugh, I'm late!"
"Do you want me to make you something?" you murmur, pulling back the soft blankets.
"No, it's not necessary—Honey, have you seen my purple tie?"
"I left her with your other ties"
"No, that one is very clear
You sighed: "You have like a thousand purple ties, wear that one."
“I need dark purple; if I wear light purple, my suit won’t have any contrast,” he argued, pacing the room. “And if there’s no contrast, I’ll look strange, everyone will stare at me, and the meeting will go badly. If it goes badly, I’ll have to come up with a plan B, but if you come up with a plan B, my whole strategy will be ruined…”
"Here it is," you handed it to her. "I'll go prepare something."
He did not respond, focusing all his attention on adjusting his tie.
"I'm leaving," I kiss your forehead.
"Tim"
"See you this afternoon, I promise to be there before 6. I'll go to the mansion with Bruce after the meeting."
"ahm~" you say, bringing the fork closer to his mouth
"Honey, I'm going to be late," I tried to persuade you.
You pretended to be offended. "Are you going to abandon the pancakes I made for you?"
"It smells delicious, but I only have 20 minutes to get there." He grabbed his things, ready to leave.
"Mmm, well, goodbye, I won't force you." You turned your back on him, pressing the button on the coffee machine. "I guess I'll have to drink this myself." You gently swirled the cup to release the aroma.
A smell that chilled his blood as his nostrils reveled in it, and the soft sound of his bowels broke the silence.
"It only takes me 10 minutes to get here by car," he said, sitting down and anxiously moving his leg.
You laughed, kissing her cheek and saying "eat"
2. You must eat properly, no quick protein bars.
+ 3. Keep your negative overthinking under control.
Saturday 08:11 AM
"This crazy woman," I muttered, entering the kitchen.
Dick smiles playfully, "I see you're still in one piece. I thought you'd come out with a black eye. I was already calling Alfred after all that shouting."
Stephenie punched his arm, "I thought you were over your toxic relationship tendencies."
The boy glares at her menacingly, but his tired face and dark circles under his eyes only made the blonde laugh.
"Who died?" Jason asked sarcastically, grabbing the cereal. "You look dead, and that's coming from a dead man."
"You look bad, Drake," Damian grumbled, walking past to take the cereal away. "Todd, I'm going to tell Alfred you're eating my cereal again."
"Wow, thanks family! I also think they look good," he said sharply, clearly irritated.
"He's in a bad mood because he hasn't had a cup of coffee for 3 hours."
"3 hours and 45 minutes," he gasped anxiously, "but not for long." He opened the pantry, rummaging through everything.
"Pennyworth will be angry if you mess up the kitchen," Damian muttered, putting his cereal away again.
Duke entered the kitchen, curious. "He's gone completely mad."
The blonde glanced at him sideways. "I never thought this day would come.
"What's he doing?"Most of them were watching the kitchen intently, as if it were an experiment.
"Dear Damian," Jason smiled, taking the stored cereal box. "If you take drugs away from a junkie, what will he do?" He pointed at Tim as if he were a lab rat. "He'll look for more drugs... Oh!"
"He'll probably hide them around here," Tim muttered, looking sleepy.
Meanwhile, Dick whispered, "When do you think he'll realize?"
"Realize what?" Damian asked, staring at him.
"That his 'girlfriend' took all the coffee from the mansion."
Later, everyone was sitting in the dining room except for Tim, who was leaning his head on the table, much to Alfred's dismay.
"I need to stay awake; herbal tea won't keep me awake," he complained, though the dark circles under his eyes were begging for a break.
"Young Master Drake, please have your tea. It's impolite to refuse what's served. Would you like to return to your classes with good manners?" he asked expectantly.
"Love is hard," Jason muttered, feigning sympathy.
4. Control the amount of coffee you drink.
I don't speak English, literally, so this was translated with Google. Maybe from translating so much I'll learn English little by little.
Esa es la idea.