I don’t have an explanation
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I don’t have an explanation
Danny moved out of his hometown at the age of 24, with far too many mental scars and a master degree in biology under his belt, driving around the country until finally coming across the right city for him — Gotham.
The apartment he managed to bag wasn’t anything special. In fact, he has learned to resent it quite a bit; there was paint chipping off it’s walls, cockroaches everywhere that meant inconvenience to him, and most annoying of all… those who run across his roof every night. Each time Danny had been awoken at 3AM to footsteps echoing in his ears only made him more and more ticked off.
And one night, he decided to act on that anger.
Jostling at the sudden sound of stomping reached him, Danny blinked away whatever grogginess that pinned him against the bed. He shifted across the mattress and stood up, approaching a window nearby within his room to dig both hands underneath its glass to open it up — flinching as cool winds embraced every inch of his skin.
“Hey!” The raven haired man yowled outside with a sneer. “Keep it down, will ya?! Some people are trying to sleep!”
Danny blinked in surprise when two wide eyed stares looked back at him. One was covered by a black cowl with faux ears pointed up at each side, while the other’s popped out compared to the bleached skin around it. Gawking, he realized just who he yelled at.
They were Batman and the Joker.
I, personally, am all for stoner Tim Drake.
The batfamily has no clue. they think its sleep deprivation messing with his brain (Bruce, Alfred, Dick) or is just like that (Jason, Damian, Barbra, Cass).
During galas, Tim sometimes takes angel dust with some of the guests closer to his age, and are all sworn to secrecy in favor of making it through the night.
Physically cannot function how he normally does when sober; without a trip from whatever drug, Tim is too full of energy and doesnt know how to release said energy in a proper manner.
He makes weed brownies on the regular, but stopped for a few months when Alfred caught them baking in the kitchen oven at three in the morning — which Jason got blamed for.
All of the young justice are stoners: Kon rarely does drugs due to the high risk but does smoke weed on occasion, Bart avidly intakes cannabis and heroin to calm his nerves, and Cassie only smokes tobacco.
Stephanie is the only one aside from the young justice who knows about it and is not much opposed.
Despite his favoritism toward drugs, tim wont drink straight from the bottle. a few shots, maybe. but aside from that he doesnt want much to do with alcohol.
The only thing keeping him from doing it out and about is because of him being CEO of WE, so reputation is valuable, alongside tim being terrified of alfreds disapproval.
*cracks neck* *immediately starts glowing like a glow-stick*
please pleasepleadeplease say that the dan/jason fic is a real actual thing i can read somewhere
Ah!! So sorry Anon, but the memes were only prompts I made up on the spot 😭 never imagined it’d blow up the way it did