Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Dick Grayson, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: um how do i even tag this, FUCK, Well - Freeform, Angst and Porn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, this fic takes place over lots of years, plot is an accessory to me shoving kinks onto Tim, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Breathplay, a bit of, Knifeplay, Masturbation, Fantasizing, don't expect canonical accuracy, i did a lot of handwaving for the timeline, this unfortunately grew a plot, Depressed Tim Drake, Repression, Jason Todd Can Cook, Tim Drake Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dysfunctional Relationships, Porn With Plot, Slow Burn, i'm sorry for how slow of a burn this has it was not supposed to be this slow, Feelings Realization, Non-Linear Healing, Mental Health Issues, Depression, Texting, Background Case, tim being the most oblivious stupid dumbass, while also being the smartest person in the room, self sabotage, self destructive behavior, Semi-Unreliable Narrator, i am going to riot if this ends up being over 60k, (watch it be over 60k), i am a jason uses sat words constantly truther, constant tim/computer/programming metaphors, Tim Drake-centric, Light Dom/sub, they are switches btw!, (it was over 60k. i did riot) Summary:
Tim was always holding his breath. Waiting. Filled with anticipation.
He'd spent most of his childhood that way, alone in Drake Manor hoping his parents would come home soon, crouched behind air conditioning units on top of buildings for the bats to fly by, sitting at a school desk watching the clock more sharply than paying attention to a teacher, clipping film to clothesline to dry and hoping he'd gotten a good shot. So Tim had made a game of it. He'd try to hold his breath for as long as he could while completing a task, just to see how far he could get.
It was easy for simple things, like doing dishes or math problems. It was much, much harder for others. But some things? Some things it made exquisite.