Sep 25, 2025
Do it, Tim. Succumb to his speedster seductions, do it, kiss him.
~TimBart~ *I whisper in your ear*
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Do it, Tim. Succumb to his speedster seductions, do it, kiss him.
~TimBart~ *I whisper in your ear*
If you were to ask me on a basic level
I would say I ship Tim Drake and his closest friends.
(TimKon, TimBart)
If you were to ask me on a deeper level
I would say I ship him with people who undoubtedly changed something in his brain and that their always on his mind like no other. He thinks about them often, because they mattered that much.
(BirdSnake, TimIves)
Alright, off of my previous post
I NEED a Timbart vampire fic like this instant, I need it, I thrive for it, I starve for it, I am a desperate woman clawing at the walls of her inclosure.
Please
Tim who turns Bart, I’m begging.
Something like
“Hey Bart, can I talk to you for a sec?” And it’s Tim tugging Bart back by the arm as Cassie and Kon fly off.
It’s about 2 weeks into the vampire apocalypse, and there’s news warnings about being weary of your loved ones. Anyone could be a vampire and it’s important to watch out for who you trust.
But Bart trusts Tim (and they aren’t yet together romantically, matter a fact there’s minimal signs that they’re into one another)
“Yeah, sure. What’s up?” And it’s Bart turning back around to look at Tim.
Tim starts walking around, pacing, in a semi circle around Bart kind of. “This whole” Tim waves his hands around “vampire thing is a little crazy huh?”
“You don’t even know the half of it.” Bart’s sighing and leaning over to stretch a little, hands on his knees, hyper extending them a little.
“Mmm, you’d tell me right?” Tim’s walking in a slightly smaller circle now, but Bart still trusts him.
“Tell you?…” Bart’s sighing and standing up again.
Tim’s behind him now, not touching him yet, Bart hasn’t bothered to turn around.
“If you were a vampire?” Tim inches closer just a little, Bart would be able to feel his body heat right now, but it’s a cold night so he excuses it.
“Well, yeah? Obviously Red.” Bart’s smiling a little and is going to turn around.
“Yeah, same” but Tim throws an arm over Bart’s shoulder and he’s kinda hugging him now from behind.
Bart hums a little, a breeze hitting his face.
“You know I trust you right Bart?” Tim slots his chin over Bart’s shoulder now, tilting his head a little, nose brushing his neck.
“I trust you too Tim, just as much if not more” Bart grins, turning his own head a little to look at Tim’s face. To look into Tim’s masked eyes, white pupils looking back at him through the domino, he wishes he could see them blue right about now. Since this whole thing has started Bart has barely had the chance to sit down and talk with his friends face to face without masks.
“Mmhmm,” Tim hums a little, hurrying his face in Bart’s neck. “It’s good that you trust me.”
And Tim’s mumbling that into his skin, and Bart can feels his teeth, feel them cold against his warm skin. He can feel the pearly whites, feel them a little…sharp.
And Bart’s thinking that last part over when they pierce, when sharp teeth sink into his neck, and it’s Tim who’s biting him with all too sharp fangs.
Bart flails and tries to move, but Tim has a hand wrapped around his torso and a hand gripping Bart’s chin to the side to expose more of his neck.
And…and Bart passes out.
Then he wakes, they’re on the ground now, when’d they get on the ground? Tim’s cradling him close like when they were kids, Tim has his nose buried in Bart’s hair.
Bart feels something cold dripping down his chin, and bringing a shaky hand up to wipe at it, and the back of his hand comes back red.
Tim’s arms tighten a little around him, holding onto him like a vice, and Bart feels useless.
“It’s okay buddy”
And Bart makes an aborted sound that doesn’t sound human.
“Hsshhh, it’s alright, all good. You bled a little and I did too.”
So it’s Tim’s blood dripping down his chin, from the corner of his mouth. Did Bart drink it?
- they’re both around they’re twenties by now
- Tim is taller than Bart
- Tim goes by Red Vulture
“When my kid comes home with their girlfriend and I recognise that last name”
Except it’s Tim’s daughter coming home with her freckles girlfriend who happens to have the last name Allen and happens to be a speedster.
Next up on DC
Kon, Cassie, and Bart all get to have their own personal hells while missing their Robin
On Tim Drakes side he’s-!
He’s raising the argument with his boyfriend that he could in fact blow Bernard in the tub
You know what would fix my head ache right about now?
Timbart…..
Save me….save me Timbart
Tim, Cassie, Bart, and Kon had a simple task to handle.
People had been going crazy on the outskirts of New Jersey, literally crazy.
Foaming at the mouth, screaming, warning that their time (and others) had come, seeing things and speaking nonsense. It'd become a public worry, and a safety hazard for children.
Just before arriving at The Great Swamp, they'd gone to a children's hospital in costume to see someone.
"Hello Eliza!" Cassie started off as they walked into the brightly decorated hospital room, a little girl in the hospital bed beamed.
"WONDER GIRL?!?!" She nearly screamed, and Tim swore if she wasn't hooked up to 30 machines she would've bolted for Cassie.
"Yes! And I brought friends, if that's alright?" Cassie smiled warmly while she rounded the bed, placing a stuffed animal and a giant bar of chocolate down on the bed.
Eliza immediately grabbed the unicorn and clutched it to her chest, squeezing nice and tight. "Who?"
"Mmm, just someone really fast, someone really strong, and someone really smart. They're kinda cool if you ask me." Cassie took a seat on the edge of Eliza's bed, signaling for the other three to come in.
Eliza's eyes got wider and brighter each second as Kon, Bart, and Tim walked in.
Kon gave her the flowers and the stuffed tiger, Bart gave her the bundle of balloons and the stuffed dragon, and Tim came in last, handing her a brand new ipad and giant teddy bear.
"Timmmm, your outdoing the rest of us!"
"Nuh uh, I offered to pay for all of us but Bart interjected and said 'it's gotta come from the heart and from our own pocket' don't blame me!"
They were here to bring a little cheer to the little 7 year old, she'd been trampled by her rabid uncle who'd attacked her. Eliza's mother and father had been over working themselves, unsure on how to make ends meet with this hospital visit.
Until an anonymous donor (Tim) handled all the bills.
"Alright!" Kon clapped his hands together as they touched down at The Great Swamp. "Let's, whatever Cassie’s gonna tell us to do.."
Bart snickered, and Tim rolled his eyes, Cassie sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.
"We are going to split up, and no Bart this isn't the plot of a bad horror movie I told you not to binge watch the new Horror series, and try to figure out what's wrong with this wetland." She sighed and turned to Tim, “Anything to add?”
Tim checked his data, "97% of visitors to this public wetland seem to leave fine, but within days act insane before dying within a week or two. We need to know what's up."
Bart shifted from foot to foot as Tim spoke, finally speaking his mind aftr Tim finished. "Not to be that guy or anything, but don't wetlands typically have bacteria and such?"
"You'd be right, but in just two months there's been a sudden influx. Also one woman, who'd long before decided to donate her body to science, her body showed a super-bacteria that has to be man made."
Bart nodded, and they split. Everybody went in opposite directions trying to look for something that seemed out of place. Hours passed as the four continued their search, the sun setting, they'd head back soon.
Tim scoured the wildness, he should flip on night vision. He patted around the trees, when he felt something warm amongst the rough, cold bark.
He jumped back quickly and flipped on night vision, looking around frantically before his eyes settled on his friend's form.
"Jesus Bart, you scared the shit out of me." Tim laughed, leaning over with a hand on Bart's shoulder, careful to keep his face out of the water.
"Buddy, you really shouldn't be waist deep in bio-active water-"
"Shut up." Weird, Bart's voice wasn't normally so devoid of anything. If he was happy you'd see it all over his face, either a bright grin that was all teeth, freckles seemingly brighter and more defined. Or maybe if he was angry he would make that clear, very clear and he'd get the problem fixed. Bart didn't, not...feel.
"Bart?"
"I said shut up, Christ!"
"Okay sheesh, found something?"
Bart muttered something under his breath, Tim rolled his eyes, what stick got stuck up his ass?
"Fine, fine! I'll just see what Kon and Cassie found, if anything." Tim started typing into his communicator for them to meet at him and Bart's location, when Bart snatched the communicator out of his hand.
"Dude what the hell?" Tim whirled around to face Bart, who suddenly had a queasy smile on his face.
"Sorry just thought I found something and needed to focus." Bart quickly clarified , which wasn't new...but this seemed odd somehow.
"Okay what'd ya find?" Tim walked over, avoiding stepping into the water, yea their suits should protect them, but spleenless added a whole new layer of fatal for Tim.
"C'mere-"
"Bart you know I can't get in, just point it out." Tim kneeled over, just barely feeling the cold of the water through the suit now.
"For fuck's sake-" Tim didn't get to understand the rest of it as Bart grabbed him by the hair and slammed him into the water, full body, face under the water and everything, it felt filthy.
Tim gasped and clawed to get back up, he couldn't breath, there were dead things in the water and he could see them. Bart's hand had moved down from his hair to his throat and was gripping him down.
Tim gasped and writhed, scratching at Bart's arm and he knew it had to hurt with the nails on his gauntlet, super healing be damned. He kicked and bucked and attacked and hit and tried.
He felt the weight double down on him, like Bart was sitting on top of him and vaguely he could see the outline of Bart tilting his head, almost bored as Tim suffocated.
Tim couldn't breathe, couldn't get up, and slowly his limbs felt too tired to fight back, too useless to fight off Bart.
Then all of the sudden the weight is gone and he's yanked up and out of the water.
Tim's in a coughing fit while gloved hands slam him on the back and hold his hair out of his face, he can hear Bart groaning over somewhere and can hear Cassie grunting.
"m! ...im!...im!!... tim!...Tim!...TIM!" Kon's voice sends shockawaves through him, Tim feebly pushed him away from bursting his eardrum.
"Tim can you hear me?" Kon refuses to let Tim lay down, instead having Tim lean on him, Tim's chin resting on his shoulder.
Tim can't seem to make his voice work, he shouldn't have been screaming under the water. But then again maybe it was a good thing he'd been screaming, maybe Kon wouldn't be here if he hadn't.
It all feels like it fades to black, the last feel Tim can feel is falling backwards and his skull hitting a tree.
When Tim wakes, he and Bart have been dragged atop an old creaking bridge.
Bart was slumped over himself, coughing into his fist. The stench of throw up wandered into Tim’s nose.
Kon was patting him on the back and Tim realized that Cassie had been waving her hand in front of face.
But Tim couldn’t see it all that well, he couldn’t hear much of anything either, it felt like reality was dull and fading. Had he even woke up? Was this a dream? Had he ever been up?
Tim barely feels anything as the world seems to tilt, his vision shifting and losing color, he blinked slow as his head hit the bridge planks.
They were splintering, and Tim barely felt something stabbing into his cheek.
Cassie was yanking him this way and that, but things didn’t feel real.
Blinks became slower and Tim couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken a breath.
He couldn’t tell if he was breathing right now.
He just felt cold, felt the dull ache of something, felt chilly as darkness wrapped around in his vision and his throat burned the dirty water still clinging to it.
Oh no! A dead Tim! God I forgot I made this and was gonna post it.
But yeah some bacteria can kill quick! Even more so if you don’t really, have a spleen? It’s not like we know anyone like that….
They were right, there was a man made bug that was infested in the waters, typically driving people made, but with a meta, specifically speedster, fats processing and built up immunity it worked itself out before anything too bad happened. Except you know Tim dying….
would dating Bart Allen be bad?
For Tim? No
For anyone else? Probably, just depends on how much many they have to be feeding the speedsters appetite.