@dicktimweek 2021, Day 7: Dragons | Soulmate AU | Identity Porn
part of a lil idea I had in an au where marks appear where you and your soulmate first touch. I thought it’d be funny if Tim’s was on his butt from the photo they took together at Haly’s with Tim on Dick’s lap LMAO
For Day 4 of DickTim Week: Dark AU | SPACE | Vampires. As a small child, Dick was always told he was born under a lucky star. It's not until decades later that he learns it was the complete opposite, and by then it's far too late to save him, not that he even cares.
So, basically. Dick was born under a Far Realm-infested star, specifically that of Thim’zee, he who watches from the shadows.
Tim thought he’d done pretty well for himself, getting a foothold in the Prime Material Plane by infesting a star! And then several millennia passed and he got super bored because omg it is really hard to spread chaos and unrest when your whole shtick is that you’re so sneaky that no one sees you coming until it’s too late. So he found himself a mortal to mold into his own (his “Chosen,” if you will), pretty psyched about that! Except that his pet mortal was born into a family of vistani and they were doing a really good job of just. Thwarting/blocking Tim’s influence at every turn! Obviously, they had to go.
His influence may be limited because of his sneaky nature, but Tim is very, very good at distracting people when they can’t risk being distracted. Like 60 feet in the air with no net and no one with feather fall prepared.
At last, he thought he was finally going to get unfettered access to his boy, but then this stupid paladin of Helm stepped in and took charge of him? Ugh, so annoying. Still, the paladin was so lawfully good that he never dreamed of using sneaky, underhanded tactics to keep the kid out of Tim’s clutches like the vistani. Finally, progress!
At the start it was really just friendly dream visits, being a sympathetic ear to listen to Dick’s problems. Unlike some Elder Evils, Tim is able to hide his madness-inducing features (just don’t look under his floor-length cloak), and he’s positively human-looking when he takes off his mask (doesn’t happen very often because it’s hard to be a scary eldritch horror when you’ve got a babyface).
Ever so slowly, Tim worked his magic and Dick began his slow slide from neutral good to chaotic evil. Bruce was ignorant of the whole thing, chalking up a lot of Dick’s apparent eccentricities to his vistani heritage. It also didn’t hurt that, as far as Bruce was aware, his ward was a very bendy College of Swords bard.
(Dick: Imma gonna wear bird-themed armor! :D
Bruce: You do that, chum. Embrace your acrobat roots.
Dick: Look, I *cough* found these really cool goggles that let me see in the dark! :D
Bruce: Haha, you're so talented.
Dick: This talisman I found is very important to me and my culture so I need to wear it.
Bruce: I don't know enough to disagree with this!
Jason: OH MY GOD)
Bruce’s squire was a lot more suspicious but Dick was just too charismatic (and Jason frequently sucked balls at his insight checks, possibly due to his unwittingly being cursed by his “brother”) and no one really suspected anything.
Until the Betrayal.
The Betrayal where Dick’s twin shortswords manifested right in the middle of Bruce’s chest, slicing his heart free. Where Dick used his mentor’s life blood to paint horrible sigils on the floor of a temple once dedicated to a long-forgotten deity, opening a gate to the depths of space and welcoming a fragment of horrible Evil onto their planet. Jason tried to stop him, but he was no match for Dick’s swords and magic, long tentacles of ethereal black rising out of the shadows to restrain him while the blades dealt the final blow. He saw a brief glimpse of a blank white mask and an inky cloak before he sank into nothing and life left him.
As for Dick, he didn’t care that he just killed both the man who raised him and the boy he once called his brother. He was united with his patron at long last, and nothing in the world would stop them now.
For day four of @dicktimweek prompts dark au and vampires. I am determined to get all prompts done.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Could be seen as dub-con, Dark Vampire Dick who is obessed with Tim.
Word Count: 815
Summary: "Come to me, Timmy. You don't want to keep me waiting." The voice whispered in Tim's ear a dazed look appeared in his eyes as he saved the files he had been working on before shutting down his laptop and heading towards his bedroom.
"That is it my pretty boy follow my voice and come to me."
You can read it on AO3
Summary: Normally when Dick gets abducted, he’s dressed as Robin.
(Aka the lowkey fae abduction fic no one asked for)
link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32728960
The security guards ignored Dick as he skulked past them.
As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t blame them; people just got used to seeing something after it happened when something happened nearly every other night for a few weeks.
Still, Dick wished it was somehow physically possible to slam the building’s revolving door on the way out. But, as it turned out, the laws of the universe hadn’t miraculously shifted to accommodate his rather petty whims. And it left him with little choice but to exit Wayne Tower in an orderly and utterly disappointing manner. A shame, really.
Bruce was having some sort of secretive repair work done on the Cave, and apparently it was the sort that necessitated the three of them living elsewhere for the duration. So his brilliant plan was to put them in the penthouse for the foreseeable future.
The comparatively small, thin-walled penthouse.
Living with Bruce already threatened to drive him off the deep end most days, even when they had an entire mansion between them. But a set of no more than six rooms?
It was an amount of space that he probably would have killed for when he was just a kid traveling with his parents and the circus. He tried to remind himself of that as he talked himself down from breaking Batman’s no-killing rule just so that he could strangle Bruce over his morning coffee after having been benched for yet another week straight.
Dick checked his phone one more time as he stepped out into Gotham’s night. One missed call from Alfred stared damningly back at him, but the lack of response from Bruce screamed in its absence.
It wasn't what he wanted to think about.
He walked a block towards uptown before turning his phone off. Then, just for good measure, he pried the back off of it to check for any auxiliary bugs that Bruce might have hidden. Unsurprisingly, there was one nestled in the corner of the back panel. Nestled within the interior of his phone, who knows what sort of stuff Bruce had listened in on since the last time Dick had checked for bugs.
With a frustrated grumble, he pulled it out, letting it rest slightly between two fingers as he put the phone back together before stashing it in a pocket where he could forget about it. As for the tracker, well… he bumped into a conveniently passing man in a suit, using slight of hand to slip the tracker into his pocket.
If Bruce (or worse, Batman) wanted to go looking for him, he’d have to do it in the business district first.
Dick didn’t envy the shakedown that his reverse pickpocket victim would probably have to go through, but he was also frustrated enough that he didn’t really care.
Once the man was out of sight, Dick doubled back, making his way out of the business district entirely.
He let the tide of people carry him, drawn by the siren song of Gotham's nightlife. Neon, dancing, and drunken laughter were a heady cocktail.
It was everything that Bruce hated, at least when he wasn't wearing the playboy persona that the paparazzi couldn't get enough of. So, by default, it was one of Dick's favorite places to go whenever he managed to slip the leash.
Bruce wouldn't come looking for him here. At least, not before Dick managed to forget the argument that had pissed him off so much in the first place.
With an internal shrug, he ducked into the nearest bar. It was a dark, rum soaked haunt that was popular with local Gotham University students. It wasn’t clear if this was the cause or result of its reputation for somewhat lax ID checking.
Not that Dick didn't have a fake or ten if he needed them - undercover work took him to some questionable places, after all - but using those sorts of resources tended to have a way of getting back to Bruce.
Besides, most of the bar’s crowd was too young to drink and flying under the radar without ID. Which meant that Dick, just under six months away from his twenty-first birthday, fit in without an issue.
He ordered the bar, paying with cash and tipping well. In return, the bartender passed him a salt shaker and a shot glass with a lime wedge on its rim. The shot itself was from a bottle of moderately expensive tequila. Not his drink of choice, necessarily, but he could admit to himself that tonight he was out to get fucked up.
Dick poured the salt on the skin between his thumb and forefinger. In his peripheral, he noticed a couple of college-age women, so he turned to give them a wink as he licked the salt off his hand. He chased it with the shot and then the lime wedge, appreciating the burn in the back of his throat.
The women giggled, already flushed from their own drinks.
Well, there was more than one way to get fucked up.
Dick smiled as he sauntered over, ordering a round of shots for the group.
If the bartender had any commentary on this, he kept it to himself as he prepped three more shot glasses.
"I haven't seen you here before," the closer woman said, grinning blithely. She tossed her hair back, tucking a strand behind her ear.
Her friend rolled her eyes at her, but the small smirk on her lips betrayed her amusement.
"Don't mind Steph," she said, reaching for a salt shaker. "She's like this with all the pretty ones."
Steph looked mildly affronted as she smacked her friend on the arm.
"I don't mind at all," Dick said, smirking. "Though she must always be like this if she's friends with you."
Steph's friend threw back her head, laughing. "Cute. But you're not my type."
If Dick wasn't imagining things, somewhere between her laughing and speaking there was definitely an appreciative look that she shot at the low neckline of Steph's dress.
"I'm Cassandra, by the way " she said, holding out her hand across the bar.
"Dick G-,"
“Just the first name is fine,” Cassandra said, cutting him off.
Which...okay then. Slightly bemused, Dick reached across Steph to shake her hand, but she seemed to be too busy stealing the salt shaker from Cassandra to notice. "Nice to meet you."
"Yeah yeah,” Steph interrupted. Now that the introductions are out of the way, are we going to get wasted or not?” She poured the salt before passing it to Dick.
"You read my mind."
Steph smirked. "On the count of three?"
Dick poured a new line of salt on his hand, nodding.
It was only a second shot of the night, but Dick was starting to feel it as soon as he’d finished with his lime. He normally had better tolerance than this...
"You're fun," Steph said, discarding her abused lime wedge in her now-empty shot glass. "But are you also this fun at parties?”
"Maybe I am. Is that an invitation to one?”
"It might be. I do know a place..." In the dim light, something seemed to sparkle in Cassandra's dark eyes as she spoke. For a moment, Dick felt as if he were standing on a precipice, overlooking a deep, dark sea waiting to swallow him whole.
He opened his mouth before snapping it back closed, hesitating. He had just met them after all...
"Cass knows all the best places," Steph chimed in. "Besides, we're supposed to be meeting up with a friend for his birthday. And I think he'd like you."
For a moment, the floor seemed to be very far away. Dick wobbled a bit, but he found that his balance returned to him when he looked back at the two women.
Then he blinked, and everything felt normal.
"Lead the way," he said. "Let's meet this friend of yours."
Steph and Cass smiled widely, the low light of the bar glinting off the points of their teeth.
Each of them claimed one of his hands and, together, they walked back out into the neon-drenched streets.
