#lee!tim

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

DC BATFAM FANFIC IDEAS

Bruce not telling anyone in the JL his identity and one day he casually mentions something only an orphan would understand. - The JL members who are orphans understand. The others don't. - The entire JL gets concerned.

Tim's nervous (Read: really scared) around Jason. Jason does not like this and wants to fix it. Wait, why does Bruce glare daggers at Jack Drake? - Jason: I sense child neglect. Dad's already onto it, i see. Ok so how do i use this to get Tim stop fleeing the room whenever i walk in.

Sort of an AU fic where Bruce and Oliver were close friends (Read: brothers and that's what they see each other as) as kids, still as adults, and as vigilantes they work pretty well together, they recognized each other instantly even in cape, and while the the JL doesn't know their identities, each knows the other. - Also they're both autistic and somehow chaos ensues after Flash overhears them talking one day at the Watchtower and now the JL wants to know how these work so well.

Bruce was a wild child and so is Damian.

Jason adjusting to being under a roof, right after Bruce found him.

The first days of Tim's being Robin. Bruce and Dick are concerned, while, oblivious, Tim is doing things that only neglected kids do. He is surprised others care. Dick sets out to change this.

AU where Jack ends up being a crap dad. Bruce has had enough and steals legal custody. - Bruce: Well you had one chance at being a dad and you blew it. - Bruce: Tim's my kid now. - Jack can't do anything about this. To Tim, Jack is 'Father'. Bruce is 'Dad'.

Some of the villains notice that the other vigilantes and even Red Robin himself like joking that 'RR's folks don't even notice that he practically lives at our place, they won't notice him sneaking back in at 2AM'. - Until one day they joke about 'RR's dad blew it. B took legal custody'.

Flash has ADHD but tells no one. The other see the signs tho. Batman calls him out on hiding it. Why Bat? Welp, the other nominated him. GA joins his autistic buddy tho.

This isn't Batfam but Billy/Captain Marvel accidentally drops some street child stuff. The League, of course, pick it up.

Bruce has trust issues. No specific event- just it was that way after his folks died. The JL figures it out that it's not just how he is, he just generally doesn't trust people. They figure out that something happened to make him this.

The JL has to come to Gotham for a mission. They have to stakeout in a graveyard. At some point while they still have a few hours, Batman slips off. When *insert any JL member(s)* find him, he's standing above two graves. They catch him saying "Hope you're proud, Mom, Dad." - Chaos ensues from this.

Kid!Dick has a nightmare. Bruce allows his kid to spend the night with him.

Cass gets into a fight with David Cain. She is shaken. Bruce is there for her, though.

Duke has a nightmare.

Tim tries to sneak outside after having a nightmare. Bruce catches him because he's a Dad. He sensed a disturbance in the force. Anyway instead of getting mad he makes it clear who Dick learned it from and tickles Tim to bits and then carries him back to bed lol.

That's all i got for now lol. Might update it if i get more ideas.

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 13 - Win

Prompts by @tickletober 💜

[tickletastic]

#12

Jason Todd and Tim drake :D

Ask Meme

12. “So, what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

Tim was hunched over the Batcomputer, more than 12 hours into an investigation into a new crime syndicate stretching itself between Gotham and Star City. His blue light glasses were abandoned somewhere in the pile of files on the desk, and his eyes were red and wide, pupils dilated. He had let time slip away, he hadn't even realized he'd been there longer than four hours, let alone twelve.

Jason had been trying to pull the replacement away from the screen for more than an hour. Every snarky comment and ordered command fell on deaf ears. It was like Tim couldn't even hear him.

Jason hated to admit defeat, but he did have to shoot Dick a text somewhere after the thirty minute mark for some sort of advice that could give him reprieve.

Advice is one word for what he got.

"So," Jason spoke aloud again, suspecting Tim wasn't really listening, "what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

Tim gave... no reaction. He continued to worry over the papers in front of him in silence.

Jason sighed, long and deep, the type of sigh only harnessed by someone truly, deeply worried by the behaviour of one Tim Drake.

"You've forced my hand, Timmers." Jason positioned himself behind the creaky office chair, hands positioned above Tim's sides. "Any last words?"

Tim jumped in his seat, the sudden proximity of Jason's voice finally snapping him out of whatever trance he had fallen into. "Jason, wha-"

Jason's fingers dug right in, scratching and prodding Tim's tummy and sides, Tim's head went back, trying to get a better view of his attacker while laughter was forced out of him.

"Jason! Nohoho!"

"Sorry, Replacement. You got yourself into this." Jason teased, fingers mischievously scratching lightly over Tim's ribs before jolting back down to his tummy. The kid's laughter was surprised and frantic, picking up pitch every time Jason's fingers darted over to his ribs.

"I didn't evehehen do anythihihing!" Tim screeched, hands forgetting he even could protect himself.

"Sometimes," Jason said with a grin, "that is exactly your problem."

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Brotherly love

A/N: Hi @13phantom13angel13, I am your squealing santa this year! As an avid batboys fan, I really hope you enjoy what I wrote and that I did them justice. Happy December!

Summary: After a mission doesn't fit up to Red Robin's standards, it's up to Jason to step up to his big brother role.

Word count: 549

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“I hate to be that guy, but I’m the angsty one here. So I’m gonna need you to stop'' Jason spoke, leaning against Tim’s door frame. The latter sulked in bed after his latest mission. In a house full of egocentric detectives, any small mistake seemed like the end of the world.

In true Drake fashion, he didn’t bother communicating, simply huffed and crossed his arms. Laying on his side, facing away from his older brother. If facial expressions made noise, the whole mansion would’ve heard Jason’s aggressive eye roll. 

This was definitely the moment where he’d walk away, but for some reason, his legs stayed cemented in place. As much as he hated being the ‘caring’ older brother, he can’t just let poor Tim sulk, right? So with a groan, Jason made his way in, sitting at the foot of the bed. 

“C’mon, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad”.

“Easy for you to say, you weren’t there!” The younger’s voice grew in intensity before falling flat once more. “Just leave me alone…”.

Well, talking it out sure didn’t work, time for plan B: do things the Jason way. All that time learning to torment his brothers wasn’t left in vain, as it came handy whenever one of them fell a bit too stubborn. 

So with a sigh, Jason casually got up, making Tim believe he was finally leaving, only to suddenly be pinned on his own bed. Back pressed against the mattress and hands held firmly above his head.

“You seriously think I’m gonna let you sulk all by yourself? You’re even dumber than I thought” 

“I’m not dumb— W-wahait! Not thahahat!” whatever anger Tim felt was quickly dissolved into light titters, as strong fingers started to drag up and down his side. 

“See? Much better. A smile suits you more” Jason couldn’t help form a grin of his own, watching the younger robin slowly losing his composure. Trying to endure and act tough, only to fall back and give in to the laughter.

“Stohop it! I’m seherious- Gyah!! Pfft! Ahahahaha! Jahahason!” Red Robin let out a flustered whine, trying to shield his ever-growing red face behind his bound arm. His body desperately trying to wiggle away as Red Hood’s tickly fingers danced all over his abdomen.

“Not a chance! When’s the last time you let loose and had a good laugh? Either way, I’m changing that now~”

An ear-shattering squeal erupted from the younger brother when Jason started scratching at the soft spot below his navel. 

“EEEEK! PFFT! NAHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I CAHAHAN’T!” poor Tim gasped and wheezed in uncontrollable laughter. Words falling deaf as he desperately tried telling Jason to stop. 

After a few more squeals and cries of ticklish agony did Jason finally let up. Allowing Tim to take in a well-deserved breath. 

Once the happy rush passed, an awkward silence fell upon the boys. Jason cleared his throat, about to head out, before being stopped by a small ‘wait’ from Tim.

“I- uhh… just wanted to say, thanks for that…” the young robin didn’t bother meeting the older one’s gaze. It wasn’t everyday they had such a pure, brotherly moment.

“No problem, Timmers” Jason shot back with a soft smile before walking out. Maybe acting like an older brother wasn’t so bad after all.

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[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 3 - Cuddles

Prompts by @tickletober

I’m not sure how many of you know “Batman: Wayne Familly Adventures” but to everyone that doesn’t know it. YOUR MISSING OUT ON AN ACTUAL MASTERPIECE. Honestly I found out about it not long ago and my heart just melted 🫠. This WEBTOON is everything I wanted Bruce to be for those kids and more!! I sincerely recommend it to everyone even if you don’t really know the DC universe. (Every character has a short introduction that explains everything you need to know) Honestly if you love found family trope or fluff or anything… READ IT !! The second chapter perfectly lays out the vibe of the comic so you don’t have to go far to see if you’ll like it.

After this long introduction (I tried to keep it short I really did 😅) Happy TkTober to everyone!! 💜 (And read the comic or I’m gonna go Duolingo on you and break into your homes🗡️😈)

[tickletastic]

Kon tickling tim with his powers is big brain thinking. Like I think while dick is the most widely known for being ticklish tim gets tickled wayyyyyy more but for different reasons. Like he struggles to take care of himself once he becomes obsessed with something and sometimes the only way to get him to concede is to tickle him Boneless. Raspberries, nibbles? Make him go insane and as much as kon likes using his powers it's more fun for him to wrestle him down and slowly lower his head to his ribs and watch the infamous tim drake scream at him while giggling hysterically. Tim also can't handle teasing and almost everyone around him is good at it?? Like he hates when kon is using his powers and calling him pretty when he laughs, or or dick making him snort on purpose and cooing at him makes him want to combust. Everyone has come to the conclusion he must like being tickled because he never learns but no one is 100% except the Kent's. They can hear ur heartbeat and know when everyone is lying.

YES YES YES YES YES

Like obviously dick is crazy ticklish, but i think tim might even be worse, and he absolutely can’t pretend that he’s not. he cannot hold in a single giggle and every single method, without fail, gets him bad. he would never admit it for the sake of his pride, and because he thinks he’s smarter than that and better at hiding it, but he definitely likes it, and when he and kon are alone he feels comfortable enough to let himself go. i think he’s so quick to go jelly when kon is around that the two of them have been caught a few times, tim tickled silly on a couch in titan tower, his cowl half off his face, or in the library at wayne manor when jason goes to get a new book after returning one he just finished, kon softly tickling tim until he’s all giggles and soft edges.

[tickletastic]

Could you write a drabble of Connor Kent finding out that Tim Drake is ticklish and making him rate his ticklish spots while Connor tickles his armpits, ribs, sides, and feet?

AN: Anon??? This is such a cute prompt?????? Thank you????

"Kon, no. This is silly," Tim says, a giggle already on his lips. He runs across the room, putting himself in a position so the couch would be between himself and Kon. His hands are up in front of him, both of them knowing full well that Kon is not above jumping over the couch.

"A couch? Tim, are you for real?" Kon laughs, pushing his sunglasses up onto his head, "it's almost like you're just begging me to use my TTK."

Tim's eyes widen, a blush growing on his cheeks, "you wouldn't."

Kon sends a wink his way, putting the sunglasses down on the coffee table and whipping his jacket off onto the couch, "oh, I so would."

"So, would you prefer that I tickle you with my hands," Kon says, wiggling his fingers in the air, "or with my powers?"

Tim feels the ghosting of a finger poking his side, and he flinches almost unnoticeable. "Yohou know what?" Tim says, pretending to be interested in the options, "I think neither would be fantastic."

"Robin, sometimes you just make this too easy."

Tim suddenly feels the sensation of fingers running up his sides, digging into each rib once they reach them. Tim squeals, batting away hands that aren't there, giggles peppered with snorts.

"Kohohohon nohoho!" Tim shrieks, turning in circles as if it would help rid him of the sensation.

"Does it tickle, Tim? How bad, hmm?" Kon teases, smirking as Tim writhes where he stands, giggling hysterically.

"Bahahad! Stahahap! Plehehease!" Tim squeals, Kon's fingers rising higher and higher.

"How about," Kon grins, "we do a scale from 1-10? 10 being 'I'm dying', you know, because you inherited dramatics from Dick, and 0 being 'meh, I could handle it'. Sounds good?"

"Nohohoho! Plehease nohoho!"

"Alright, a 'yes' it is." Kon laughs to himself, he focuses his powers at Tim's sides again, cooing when Tim lets out a tiny hiccup. "Give me a number, Timmy."

"Ahahaha, nohoho!"

"If you don't then I just won't stop," Kon teases before managing to make a sensation similar to a raspberry on Tim's side.

"Cahahan't! Ihihihi cahahan't! I-" Tim snorts, throwing himself onto the couch, "ahaha fohohour!"

"A four? I think we could do better, don't you, Timmers?"

Tim feels the sensation move up to his ribs, and his laughter is once again characterised by non-stop, high-pitched snorts. "S- SEHEHEVEN!"

Kon grins, "getting warmer... How about here?"

Tim squeals, falling to the ground when he feels the sensations move to under his arms. He throws his head back slamming his fists on the ground as he tries desperately to rid himself of the sensations. "KOHOHON PLEHEHEASE!"

"A number, my dear, Tim, a number."

"TEHEHEN! TEHEHEN! I- NO- PLE- KOHOHOHON!"

"Okay, okay," Kon laughs, "no need to get your panties in a twist, just one more spot."

When Tim feels the sensations move to his feet, still in his shoes and socks but somehow feeling like skin-on-skin, he loses it. He screams before dissolving into frantic, silent laughter, going limp where he had curled up on the floor.

"Last one, Tim." Kon reassures, walking over to Tim and running his fingers through the black hair while his powers do their work. "Gotta give me a number, bud."

"TEHEHEN! TEHEHEN!"

"But the last one was a ten," Kon giggles.

"THEHEN- AHAHAHA- TEHEHEN AND A HAHAHAHALF!"

"Alright, alright," Kon says, using the TTK to get Tim on his lap, still running his hand through the wavy black hair.

"Yohoho- yohohu're evil," Tim giggles into Kon's stomach, fists balling up into Kon's shirt.

"Well, I am half Lex Luthor, gotta use the evil for good."

"Ohoho my gohohod," Tim giggles, "rehehemind me tohoho never get ihihinto it wihihit Lehehex."