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yearner!tim drake fluff headcanons. ˚.✦

yearner!tim drake who has to stop himself from sighting SIGHTING dreamily every time he spots you. He's the type to rest his head in his palms while seeing you spar or talk with the others and just blink like a schoolgirl every time you stare at him.

yearner!tim drake tries to be nonchalant and fails miserably. When you ask him to come to the store with him he says something like, "Sure, whatever." But then he's jumping, preparing for it like it's a date.

yearner!tim drake who has to physically bite the inside of his cheek when you walk past him in the HQ wearing one of his old hoodies you “borrowed” months ago. The sleeves are too long, the hem hits your thighs, and he’s suddenly convinced the computer is the most fascinating thing in the world because if he looks at you for longer than 0.8 seconds he will make an audible, wounded noise.

yearner!tim drake who keeps a private, password-protected folder labeled “CASE NOTES” that is very obviously not case notes. It’s just 47 photos of you laughing at something Bart said, you mid-punch with your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, you asleep on the couch with your mouth slightly open. He scrolls through it when he’s alone and feels like a Victorian poet dying of consumption.

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Tim Drake Headcanons

He loves sneaking late-night coffee dates with you, even if it's just in your kitchen with mismatched mugs

He always checks in on you through a quick text during patrol

Tim 💗: I'll be home soon, miss you already

Sometimes he falls asleep mid-conversation and you always drape a blanket over him and brush the hair out of his face

He gets so wrapped up in his work that you have to physically drag him away from his desk for cuddle breaks

With his super awesome detective brain or whatever, he remembers everything you like and things you'd simply mentioned wanting

And he gifts them to you at random moments

He has doodles of your name with hearts along the margins of his case files

Once, he forgot to erase them and Bruce side eyed him brutally

He sends you random photos of Gotham sunsets from rooftops

Sometimes he lets you paint his nails don't tell Jason, he'll never let him hear the end of it

He adores your voice so much that he has recordings of you humming or just talking, which he listens to when he's alone

His love language is making custom gadgets for you

"I know it's a bit overkill but it has a tracker, a panic button, and... okay, I added a flashlight because you lose your phone a lot and I don't want you stuck somewhere in the dark."

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okay here’s a request! How about headcanons the bat boys reacting to you flinching at their touch. Reader and said character are not together , but they are close. hope you like the hurt/comfort 🤗

Thank you so much for this request! I am a hoe for hurt/comfort, you know me too well.

Flinching at the BatBoys

word count: 1,020~

warnings: none

I got my first tattoo! I also cleaned tf out of my room so now I have a very clean desk for writing.

Dick Grayson

Dick was excitedly telling a story, the climax of it built with his voice

The loudness of his tone put you on edge especially as his hands started to enunciate his storytelling

One fast paced swipe and you flinched back from him

Dick's hands immediately froze in the air as his eyes watched your body slowly relax

He'd pause and slowly drop his hands to his sides, his brain trying to come up with something to say

"You know I'd never hurt you . . . right?"

He'd speak the words slowly, a softer tone drastically different than the one he was using before

Dick relies on physical touch a lot but he'd hesitate in this moment

It's up to you if the conversation ends there with a soft "yes" or if you want to explain

Either way, Dick will listen and the second you're ready, he'll open his arms for you to fall into

He'd put his hand on top of your head and softly kiss your forehead, he'd talk into your hair until your body relax completely into him

"You'll always be safe with me, you know that right?"

You'd nod into his chest and pretend to not feel Dick let out a sigh of relief

Dick is very patient and forgiving of any time you flinch, he knows its habitual but he'll always be there to smooth out any anxiety

Jason Tod

You two were having a heated argument

Jason tries to be as patient and as understanding as possible, but his rage instincts slip out of the cracks before he can reel them back in

So when he raises his voice at you it reminded you too much of your past and it terrified you

With a flinch, your hands itch to cover your ears with your gaze down, waiting for more yelling

Nothing but silence, so you looked up and saw Jason's reaction

Jason would be incredibly still, jaw slammed shut and arms pinned to his sides

"Why did you flinch?"

He say it with such a quiet voice, it'd be low and the edge of it would make you just a little nervous

He's pissed at the insinuation of you past, he'd be even more pissed at himself

Jason wants nothing more than to hug you and prove to you that he'd never hurt you, yet, he scared you

He'd be extremely conscious of his voice level anytime he's around you, especially during fights or when he and his siblings get rowdy

Once you two cool off for a bit and resolve the argument, he'd want to reassure you as much as he can with soft words

As much as he hates to admit it, he'd need some reassurance as well

He's terrified of hurting the people he loves in any way, he'll crave cuddles but won't admit it

You'll probably get to spend the night cuddled up and feeling completely safe with Jason

Tim Drake

Tim can be quite affectionate, he doesn't think twice about offering you physical affection very often

You both adore hugs so when he sneaks up from behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, he was expecting a soft morning gesture

Instead, your full body flinch immediately made him slowly let go, but when your terrified eyes met his, he completely backed off

You could see the confused nervousness in his eyes and you tried your best to soothe it but you couldn't quite shake the terror your body was feeling

Tim would apologize in an instant, he didn't realize how that could scare you so he silently plans to not do it again unless he makes it obvious he's coming near you

He loves communication with all his heart, so he'll continuously ask you every time he notices your small anxious flinches

"Did I do something that made you anxious?"

He asks so he can know what your triggers are so he can avoid them, he doesn't need the story behind it unless you want to tell him, he is a detective so he'll probably find out sooner or later anyway

Tim will panic internally that he did something wrong but he'll always do his best to make sure he helps in anyway you'd like him to

Whether you just need words of safety or his soft touch, or even a moment to yourself, he'll understand and be there every step of the way.

Damian Wayne

Damian has a incredible habit of sneaking up on you

He doesn't even try to, he just always walks silently and you never notice when he's in the room with you or not

So when you turn around and flinch hard, he doesn't think much of it at first

Damian just caught you with your guard down and he knows he can be scary sometimes, so he shrugs it off

Slowly it becomes a reoccurring thing, he notices every single time you flinch at him and mentally notes it down

He doesn't want to scare you too much, but you don't just flinch with him, so he's growing anxiety quickly disappears

But one bad mental health day and your flinch seems to look less like you being startled and more like you're a second away from curling in the corner and protecting yourself from him

Eventually he just corners you and demands answers

"You think I'd hurt you . . . or someone already did."

Damian has a way of accidentally interrogating you, he forgets that topics can be hypersensitive and people need time before they admit past traumas

But he makes up for it by being one of the best listeners

He'll sit patiently as you speak, giving you plenty of time to get your entire story out, as much as you want to say

While he wants to know the truth, he won't push you too hard, the second you say no, he'll pull back

He wants to know so he can protect you from any person or situation that ever triggers you

Damian can seem cold but deep down he really does care and wants to make sure you always feel safe with him

Taglist ♡

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she's from gotham.

— being a girl from gotham isn't easy, but you know what is? finding a place to hide your gun "fuck you calendar man, get your ass here and fight you you fucking coward, son of a bitch- oh hiya red !! how are you today?"

a/n: ahhh, i'm back after a month y'all,,,, also, second time i'm writing this because tumblr deleted the first,,, note: reader uses she/her pronouns warning: mentions of death, violence, blood, guns and karens, and curses

tim drake x civilian!reader

also, im so so sorry, i have no clue what order i'm doing the requests in rn,,, i'm just finishing them randomly,,,,

moved to @the-ink-of-roses

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Being the daughter of Pamela Isley and Tim Drake’s significant other includes:

A/N: Well... I’m alive? No excuses, I just had no motivation to write or continue whatever is on this blog. BUT I love Poison Ivy... So here’s that... Guess I’m back to writing on this blog heh. So... Should I finish all my other work??

Requested by: @xiaolinweretiger

Let’s be real. Your father must be immune to Pamela in all the right ways because your mother is death on legs. And he must be special as well!! To appeal to her desires than her killer instincts.

And let's be more real. Your mother probably had thought of aborting you. Not because she can't take care of you but more of fear that she can kill you before you were even born and the fact that she's a criminal means an uncertain future for you.

The first trimester has her more aggressive and harder to catch, the second has her on radio silence and the last trimester has her getting help from Selina and Harley. Having her on radio silence for so long put Batman on edge so when he did find Pamela, she’s attending to her plants while singing lullabies? Well, that’s new.

He watches her for a few moments before dropping down to investigate. Hearing an intruder, her plants immediately circle Batman as a warning and Pamela has her eyes in slits and a scowl on her face.

The sudden commotion from the plants is unsettling hence when the crying started, Pamela is at a crossroad and Batman watches as she keeps glancing somewhere and back at him with uncertainty. Only when the crying turn to wailing did she retreat behind her plants.

Walking around the plants which cower with your crying, Batman followed Pamela and to his surprise, found a green baby huddled by her. She’s cooing at you and reassuring you that everything is okay while letting you play with her fingers. With your giggle, comes her smile, one that Batman never sees on her before tonight.

He put two and two together and resigns. Before he can fully walk away, she calls out to him,

“There will come a time when I can’t take care of her. I’ve made my mark on this world but she doesn't deserve that. The life that intertwines with mine is not bright nor is it fulfilling. So Batman, please, I’m begging you. When that time comes, take her away from me. Give her a life she deserves and make sure she doesn’t turn out like how I did.”

“She’s not better off with me. And you will make a great mother, Pamela. You don’t have to do what you did now that you have her. Stay away from that life and I will not disturb you.”

“I’m not asking you to adopt her; that’s suicide!” she scoffs before her voice softening. Eyes flitting from his to admire your sleeping form, a smile curling on her lips and fingers petting whatever little hair you have. “Just leave her somewhere safe, away from Gotham. I can’t possibly be a great mother if she has to grow up here and has my enemies breathing down her neck. Besides, criminal life doesn’t pay, you know? I can’t possibly ask Selina to continually steal on my behalf.”

“I can’t promise you that.”

She smirks coyly at him, “Think about it. You have someone of my powers on your side and that’s a win as it is.”

The last he’s seen of her for the years following is her back walking away - with her plants curling towards her like she’s their sun - and humming filling the quiet night.

You grow up on the outskirts of Gotham in what others might call an abandoned house. Vines curling up the walls of the house while shrubbery and overgrown grass filled the grounds around it. The forest right at the backyard helps with the aesthetics.

But the interior is what one might call “homely”: neutral coloured walls and earth tones furniture while plants hang from pots from the ceiling, by the windows and on the shelves. Your world is limited to your home and the occasional visits from your two aunts. Though you don’t mind, your mother is worried.

You can’t go to school with your green skin as you have yet to master how to control the poison in your body. And with no funds to back you up, that’s a no-go.

Whenever she worries, you’ll just reassure her that you’re okay with just the two of you - and your two aunts, of course - and that the world is mean anyways - which she has to have a conversation with her beloved plants later about that - while sending her a grin which shows your empty gap of a front tooth which fills out as you grow taller. And that’s life for the two of you.

You’ll spend days with your mother attending to your friends, watering them and giving them nutrients - which you soon learn comes from the poopies (manure, your mother reminds) of your horse - and your evenings be filled with playing in the forest by the lake or the plain fields around your house riding your horse - your mother still wondering where your Auntie Harley got a horse from. Nights are sacred to both of you; her teaching you from books about your friends while a cat - from your Auntie Selina - will interrupt you at times or she telling you of stories about superhuman beings, one residing in the city you can see in the horizon, while braiding your hair and that same cat in your lap.

Apparently, your life isn’t like the fairytale your mother talks about. You fall sick. Or it’s more like you’ve been sick but your body is prolonging the symptoms.

Panicked and in disarray, she brings you to the city, wreaking havoc and threatening the lives of doctors. Demands from a madwoman with plants engulfing the walls of the hospital and eventually caging them in have the doctors yielding.

It takes hours for the police to arrive and not long after to realise that the plants yield to no one but Poison Ivy. Even if fire kills them, more will grow in an instant and build a thicker wall between the hospital and the police force.

When the night falls and Batman arrives at the scene with his trusty Robin, there is little that even he can do against a desperate mother. Desperate himself, he has to turn to Selina and Harley for help.

The police are dispersed before the arrival of the four, leaving only Jim Gordon. Hearing the familiar voice of her two friends, she allows them in. Though they find it surprising that the deeper they venture into the hospital, the more blood they found splattering the walls and floor.

When they did find Pamela, she is crying by your bed, holding a pale - paler than usual for your skin tone - hand whose owner doesn’t seem to be faring any better. She can only croak out a call for help through her tears and hiccups which has Harley by her side while Selina watches you and the machine you are hooked to.

When Pamela has calmed down did Selina and Harley inform her of Batman’s deal: saving you in exchange for Pamela turning herself in. She looks distraught and is screaming her head off at the two before your wretched coughs bring her back to reality.

This reminds her off the deal she made way back when you were a baby. So after a kiss to your forehead and a necklace she weaved for you when you were living together in your palms did she leave with a heavy heart. And just like that, the caged hospital falls to give way to a defeated Poison Ivy.

“Remember what you promise me.” She left, following Jim and leaving Batman to bring you to the doctors who treated Poison Ivy. Though Robin is confused, he knows better than that. So he watches your slow breathing as Batman carries you with great care as if you’re fragile.

He drops by night after night, out of curiosity and obligation, observing how your skin slowly giving way to the natural human colours and your breathing much calmer.

When you eventually woke up, the moonlight fills your dark room and questions fill your panicking mind. You couldn’t hear the constant buzzing of your friends but the buzzing of the machines you are wired to instead. Groggy and confused, you move your aching and limp body to get out of the bed you seemed to be glued on.

When you sat up, more questions swarm your mind at the sight of your hands - not green, a major point to take note of and great time to panic - but when your focus diverts beyond your hand and at sight of someone else in this room - a costume-wearing person, a major point to note that they are not normal at all - did your mind go into overdrive and you scream for help from your friends and for your mother.

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Tim Drake x reader best friends to lovers?

A/N: so funny story about this request. i spent a few weeks planning/writing a long ass fic for this prompt and it had just the slightest hints of a plot but then i decided to scrap all of that and wrote this new one in under twenty minutes so it might not make much sense lol. i’ll decide later whether i like this version or not. but for now, enjoy this! thanks for requesting, love!

when tim finally kisses you, it feels as if you’ve just tasted the heavens. this you know: this is a boy who has chosen to keep the stars in his mouth for this exact purpose, nevermind the burns that he might feel on his tongue.

there’s always been a kind of familiarity between the two of you, something like gorgeous sprawling green fields with tiny flowers of yellows and purples and reds - open and easy. being the best of friends was always an easy conclusion to whatever questions an onlooker might have upon seeing the simplicity between you and him because it had been easier to ignore all the other possibilities.

he has always been more than what anyone has ever deserved. he is the dangerous intrigue and a sharp mind compacted into a sturdy form of toned muscles. eyes made out of oceans but a thin flame under his skin and lightning strikes for reflexes. but now he kisses you like you are the centre of the universe. his universe, maybe. drawing you in and tugging you closer and dragging you over the edge so you’re falling and falling.

his hand is on the back of your neck, steadying you, kissing you deeper, a reminder that he’ll always be there to catch you. there’s a smug curl to his lips as he kisses you, as if he’s known all this time of the emotions that have been brewing inside of you since the last time you saw him over four weeks ago, the toil and boil of pebbles of worry and anxiety at the pit of your stomach, after you’d tortured yourself with thousands of scenarios in which he would no longer be around, after coming to the realisation that your love for this boy has made all the danger, all the power and strength hidden behind lean muscles and steely eyes, seem like safety and home.

silence settles over the both of you when he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours. dizzied breath and abruptly shy. a thousand questions bubbles in your mouth, each and every one threatening to leave the space that you’ve long made for it.

“you too?” you ask him instead.

a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “yeah.”

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The Sound of Laughter

Pairings- Tim Drake X Reader

Requested by anon- Oof I loved your recent Tim post! Could I please get a spin on it where he hated the reader at first because of how loud/outgoing they are?

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His vision was blurring- his cue to get off his computer, maybe do some eye exercises.

Tim sighed, slouching in his seat, his head buzzing with drowsiness.

Yep, time to get some coffee.

It took him an embarrassing amount of time to push his chair back and get up- his body resisted movement of any kind, and he knew he should get to bed...but work.

Not Red Robin work, no, not the kind of stimulation that kept him going- schoolwork. He briefly considered asking somebody to type up his papers for him, but if Damian heard, he would never hear the end of how he was too "dull witted" for his homework.

Grabbing a large pair of sunglasses, he trudged outside to his car.

....

Loud noises were loud. By this time, Tim had a pretty good mechanism for tuning out peripheral noise, but his head was heavy and at the moment, everything was too loud. He made his way to his favourite coffee place, a tiny little thing tucked into a corner. Quaint, quiet, and relaxing.

Usually.

He pushed open the door and stepped into the sound of a high pitched giggle, and then group laughter.

Scanning for the source, he saw a group of six girls sitting round a table and threw them a dirty look, which went unnoticed.

Oh, well.

He placed an order for the most caffeinated, sugary drink on the menu, and found seat to wait.

"And you will NEVER believe-"

More laughter.

"-anyway so I told him-"

Laughter.

There was only one voice talking, telling some kind of story, it seemed. The other girls seemed to find it hilarious.

Tim looked with a silent fury at a girl with (h/c) hair, her expression vivid and bright as she recounted some event.

Her voice was irritating the hell out of him.

His head was ringing with tiredness, and he almost missed the call for his order; as he got it and made to leave, he glanced at her again, this time catching her eye.

She stopped talking for a second, and the corner of her mouth perked up.

Immediately looking away, he made for the doors.

....

The problem with being Tim Drake- okay, one of the MANY problems of being Tim Drake- was having a general aversion to bustle. Not that he minded energy, or music, or people (he was not, and did not want to be, like Bruce in that aspect), it was all just...tiring. So he when he found his little cafe, found it had excellent drinks, he stuck to it. It was a way for him to both get his caffeine, and get out for a while without gearing up for a fight.

Unfortunately, it seemed as if the girls, too, were sticking to it.

Every time he went there in the afternoon or evening, he glanced around for any sign of (h/c) hair girl and her gang of gigglers. More often than not, he found them.

Found them infuriating, that is.

The other customers never seemed to mind them, though, and it looked like they were there to stay.

Today, she was in line in front of him.

"(Y/n), hurry up and just get our regulars!" Someone from her group yelled from their place at their usual table.

(Y/n), huh?

She placed their order, and then, she turned around and glanced at him.

Giving him a soft smile he could barely return, she went over to her friends.

Not noticing that he did it, Tim kept glancing at her the whole time he was in the cafe, but she didn't happen to look at him again, and hence, did not happen to smile at him again, either.

His head was buzzing again, but he felt anything but tired.

...

It wasn't till he found her alone, that he realized how much he'd gotten used to the sound of her, laughing and talking with her friends.

There she was, all alone, sitting quietly on a pouffe with a drink clutched with both hands.

Tim didn't have any options, of course. He had to go home and finish working on that case Bruce was handling before he got called away on league business. Big case. Important case. Batman stuff, top priority.

He got his drink.

Found himself shuffling in the general direction of the table where she sat.

Why?

He didn't know. He didn't even think about it. His head was buzzing again.

She looked up as he approached, and gave him that same, soft smile- not too wide, not unnatural or fake- just warm, and friendly, and full of life.

She reminded him of coffee.

"I like coffee."

Whoop.

Didn't mean to say it out loud.

As soon as the words left his mouth, all exhaustion seemed to dissipate from his body, to be replaced by awkwardness and embarrassment.

"Shit, I- did not mean to say that, I-" he gasped, as she let out a laugh.

"I like coffee, too," she said.

"I meant to introduce myself," he said. "Just..."

"Lost your train of thought?" She suggested, and he nodded.

"Would you like to join me?" She offered, and he sat down opposite her, setting his drink down on the table.

He took off his sunglasses to get a clearer look, blinking at the lights.

"Let me guess- a nocturnal animal," she grinned.

"Like my father before me," he said. "I'm Tim."

"I know," she said. "I read the papers, you know."

Listening to her now, he wondered why her voice had annoyed him so much in the beginning. It was nice. Soothing, even.

It wasn't long before he was sitting straight, pushing his mussed hair off of his forehead, giving her his full attention. She asked questions, and he asked questions, and he was starting to understand how she had so many friends.

Everything about her was...alive.

With energy, and passion, and excitement.

The world had clearly not ruined her. Yet.

He liked that.

After all, what's life without the sound of laughter?

(The Batcave. Life is the Batcave without the sound of laughter.)

Points for trying? I'm just as tired as Tim rn

Magic Reader Pranks Batboys Headcanons

Witch!reader pranking batboys on halloween during a halloween party headcanons. Plus Bruce Bonus.

This is one of my favourite things I've done. Maybe even my favourite of them all.

Requested by: Anonymous

Dick:

-boy

-easiest to scare

-hands down

-this boy crapped himself

-in front of press and everything

-it was a halloween party for Wayne Enterprises

-and because no one else saw the girl floating above him dropping a shower of imaginary spiders on him

-he had to lie and say he got scared by a jack-o-lantern

-"the ones with the goofy faces?"

-"…yes…"

-revenge was to be expected from him

-especially because Superman was there as Clark Kent

-who did see you and knew exactly what you'd done

-he had to fight the urge to laugh so hard

-it was hurting him

-(he also threw in a joke for the two of you in his article about the Gala do with witches when talking about Dick's scare)

Jason:

-He was in the manor with Roy and Kori

-you informed them of your plan and got them to assist

-so they lured Jason to the bathroom

-you didn't ask how and didn't want to

-you hid behind the shower curtain and once Jason looked in the mirror, abracadabra, when Jason moved, the reflection didn't

-which f**ked Jason up

-you will admit

-the next part was unnecessary due to Jason already freaking out

-but it was a little something extra which sent Roy and Kori into hysterics

-a bit of a trick that made it seem like Reflection!Jason was breaking through the mirror….

-Jason shot the mirror

-though no one knows where he had hidden that gun

-he thought it was real even while Roy and Kori were laughing though

-wasn't til you came out did he realise

Tim:

-this poor sleep deprived boy

-he wasn't supposed to trigger the prank til the morning when everyone was having breakfast so they could see

-thank god you set up a camera

-he was just hungry at 4am

-he didn't even properly register what had happened

-his reaction wasn't as big as everyone else

-HAHAHAHAHA!

-YEAH NO

-HE GOT THE FRIGHT OF HIS LIFE

-HE COULDN'T SLEEP AFTER THAT

-(TIM DRAKE NEEDS SLEEP)

-The poor boy burst into to tears and was crying while fighting the magical holographic fridge monster

-he also spilled his ice cream all over himself

-his hair stunk for a bit

-you shared the footage with everyone

-The Titans

-The Outlaws

-The League

-Kon was most amused and started cooing about how cute it was

-like a 6 year old

Damian:

-there were multiple failed attempts at scaring this child

-let's be honest

-he somehow managed to be one step ahead of the magic

-that's why the eventual victory was so satisfying

-you placed a spell on his Robin mask that once his he looked through the lenses

-it was like he was transported to a demon realm

-it was a harsh prank

-you will admit but

-no one cared

-you got pats on the back from everyone

-to see Damian aggressively fighting with air and then when he ran up the wall to push off and expecting to land on a demon and instead faceplanted onto the batcave floor

-that's when he noticed something

-because he couldn't feel what he landed on instead just landing on the hard ground

-there was less laughter in this prank

-just more congratulations

-and being able to hold it over Damian's.

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BONUS! Pranking Bruce at the JL headquarters in front of the league. During a league Halloween party.

-it was a full on scare

-you made him see something with your powers

-he screamed a scream that would almost make you think he pissed himself

-and because you scared THE Batman

-the League got a fright too