#jack drake

[thatthingthathappens]

This is so random but I want an au where Jack, Janet, and Bruce were all hooking up at some point and that's how Tim came to be. I want it to be so obvious Tim isn't Jacks but nobody cares. Like bruce is in his angsty girl era and while he's aware Tim is a thing™, Jack and Janet are actually pretty great parents to the kid.

I want to become a thing where, once Tim is like 6 they decide to get back on the archeology thing and physically push Tim onto Bruce like "this is your kid and we need to get back to OUR OWN hyper fixation." I think it'd be so funny if Janet and Bruce were in school together and so Janet is completely aware of Bruce's BS. I want iron dragon lady, Janet Drake, and all her "probably owns the Russian mob" fanan energy

I don't want canon touching this, this is a whole other universe of possibilities. I kinda want them to live too. I want them to be genuinely great parents and just vibe with co-parenting Tim. I want them to be out of the country a lot but have the best tech to talk to Tim and help him out.

I'm taking a lot inspo from Dragon!Tim and Dragon!Janet fics but I love this dynamic of Janet having no clue what parenting a child is like and just assuming it's kinda normal for him to want to scale buildings and do dumb shit.

[waynekhan]

I find Tim's relationship with his father really very interesting.

The Drakes had always been negligent with Tim. They had a habit of traveling a lot and leaving Tim alone unsupervised, but despite almost never spending much time together, Jack loved his son.

After losing his wife and becoming paraplegic, Jack had to stop spending months traveling for work and, for the first time, he started living with Tim daily.

And now he realizes that in the last years, his son has spent far more time with a stranger than with him. The man next door knows Tim better than his father.

Not only that, but there's also Jack's resentment toward Bruce, who, as a able bodied man, can go out and have fun with Tim in ways that Jack can no longer, and never bothered to do when he could.

Tim also feels bad for feeling like he's replaced his father with Bruce; it was never his intention. But Jack was simply never there, and while being Robin, he got used to Bruce's constant companion.

Jack spent months in the hospital, and Tim lived with Bruce during that time. But now his father is back and is always at home, and even though Tim truly loves him, he doesn't know how to deal with it.

He often thinks about and tell Jack his secret identity to make things easier, but he knows he can't.

That's the big difference between Tim and the other Robins Batman has had so far. He's the only one who frequently struggles between his vigilant work and his academic and domestic life because he has a family that isn't Bruce.

The most important people in his life can't know he's Robin, and while seeing Jack realize how wrong he was with Tim and trying to reconnect with him should be sweet, it only makes it harder for Tim to keep his secret.

Robin III: The Cry of the Huntress #3 & #4

Robin II: The Joker's wild! #4

[starcrossedconverse]

tbh i wish he never left the wheelchair. should have been a permanent disability.

[starcrossedconverse]

i don't CARE how unlikely it is considering how popular manual transmissions were while jack drake was likely learning how to drive. he can't drive stick shift and that is FINAL

[rizztaglia]

i like to sometimes think about jack and janet drake and about their fights and the divorce they never got to get cause Janet Drake had died

But, imagining them trying to hide their failing marriage from tim kinda feels like this

[flaakea-blog]

Tim Drake, a broken leg, and the haunting anniversary of Jack Drake’s death

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Tim’s right leg is shattered, leaving him grounded in the Cave.

It’s pathetic the crime rate is low, the rest of the Bats are running like clockwork without him, and he’s stuck.

To make it worse, the anniversary of Jack Drake’s death is coming up, and he’s spiraling.

For anyone else, being "useless" for a few weeks is just an inconvenience. For Tim, it’s a breakdown waiting to happen. Every tick of the clock is a countdown to the day his father died

his dad wasn't the best, but Tim knows he is the shittiest son ever.

He stares at his Notion screen. His fingers, usually lightning-fast at decrypting files, are moving with a slow, mechanical rhythm that feels hollow.

He’s burying himself in cold data, trying to find a logic that doesn’t scream "Jack Drake" at him.

But history doesn't let him off the hook. That date on the screen is a silent alarm he can’t turn off.

He’s been running for years, burying the truth under layers of chaos.

He used everything as a shield: the endless missions, the identity shifts, the violent tug-of-war with Jason, surviving Damian’s blades, and even the hollow reconciliations with Bruce and Dick.

He’s been busy fixing everyone else’s wreckage just to avoid looking at his own.

That knot that makes him work until he breaks?

It was never about justice. It was always just about running from the boy he was before the mask

The realization he’s been trying to kill for years is finally clawing its way out:

he doesn't see his dad as a victim of Captain Boomerang . He sees him as a victim of own choices.

He is the selfish kid who threw away a normal life for a crusade.

Unlike the others, who were broken or born into this world, Tim walked into this hell on his own.

He shifts, and a sharp, white-hot jolt from his leg forces a choked-off groan. He’s stuck. Gotham and Batman are moving forward, and he’s being left in the dust. He hates admitting it, but looking at his broken life, he has to face the one thought that terrifies him:

None of this was worth it.

The final look his father gave him in his arms

A notification pings: "Red Robin? We’ve got a situation in the Narrows. Need your eyes on these feeds."

He wipes the cold sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand, forcing his breath to even out before he keys the mic. He needs to bury the truth deeper than everything else

He needs it to die in the dark,if he admits for one second that he’s drowning in his own regret—he won't be able to survive the day

"Copy,"

[amarguria665]

Mago (definitivamente no un dios)

Tim de nueve años: mamá, estaba buscando algunas fotos mías para un proyecto de la escuela y noté que solo tengo fotos mías desde los dos años para arriba, ¿que paso con mis fotos de bebé?

Janet: oh, esas son tus fotos de bebé, naciste teniendo dos años.

Tim: ...

Tim: explicate.

Janet: cuando recién estaba embarazada de ti, tu padre y yo fuimos a unas ruinas en Grecia para supervisarla, ahí conocimos a este muy encantador y atractivo hombre que nos cautivó a los dos desde el primer momento.

Janet: Oh, aún recuerdo esa noche en la que los tres-

Tim: madre, enfocate.

Janet: ¡oh, cierto!

Janet: los tres salimos durante seis meses, cuando enferme de forma repentina, el doctor dijo que había pocas posibilidades de que sobreviviéramos los dos al mismo tiempo, si yo vivía, tu morías, si tu vivías, yo moría.

Tim: pero... Los dos estamos vivos, ¿que paso?

Janet suspira enamorada: El paso, aparentemente era mago, porque conjuró un hechizó para transferirte de mi vientre a su cabeza.

Tim: ... ¿disculpa, a su que?

Janet: a su cabeza, el te cargo durante los tres meses sobrantes incluso cuando yo ya había mejorado gracias a su hermano que era un tipo de mago curativo.

Tim, teniendo dos crisis diferentes al mismo tiempo: ¿y... Qu-qué paso con el, donde esta?

Janet, bastante deprimida: oh, cuando el nos propuso que pasáramos el resto de la eternidad con el, hubo un repentino terremoto que nos separo, Jack, tu y yo estaba juntos cuando ocurrió, pero el se separo y nunca pudimos encontrarlo, nos vimos obligados a volver a Gotham.

Tim: wow, yo... No se que decir, no puedo creer que tenía un segundo papá.

Janet: ¡oh, el te adoraba, sobretodo cuando le robaste su cetro cuando el no veía!

Tim: ¿me robe su que-?

Janet: ¡tengo algunas fotos, te la mostrare mientras esperamos a que tu padre vuelva de las compras!

HERE > NEXT

[izamon]

Tim: Dad you don't even know me! You guys just sent me to boarding schools all the time!

Jack: hmmmm

*later*

Jack: I'm sorry I failed you Tim. I've thought about it a lot, and you're totally right. I'm sending you to boarding school in Metropolis

Tim: tf I thought you were in a wheelchair not deaf