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[sassiesandsmark]

@thiirdbiird​

“Hey.”

It had been a long time since she’d showed up at Tim’s place like this. Just needing to be where he was even if he was being neurotic about something. She’d curled up on his couch, just telling him she needed a bit of a break-- then she’d taken a nap without much explanation. He didn’t ask, he’d just let her take her time.

When she’d surfaced he’d brought her a blanket. Laugh soft and a bit airy she reached for the plush blanket that offered some comfort. “Thanks. Sorry I just dropped in like this. I just needed to be somewhere.” Anywhere but alone. Tim Drake was one of her best friends.

No, she couldn’t ever put a label on what she had with Tim. He was-- one of the people that kept her going. Best Friend was almost too light, even when she wanted to shake him. She would always have his back.

“I just didn’t want to be alone.”

[positivelysuper]

anon sent:  @thiirdbiird writes tim so well !! ♡u♡ i love their approach to tim && how we've been able to explore different situations through a variety of AUs. it's always great bouncing ideas around with them, hearing about their insights && how we've developed our muses' dynamic over time. sending them a whole lot of love && uwus !! ♡♡♡

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@thiirdbiird continued from {✘} 

        ❛❛ That's the spirit !! ❞ He exclaimed with a laugh and raised a hand to high five Tim.they sure went through one hell of a fight,it was all too obvious with the HORRIBLE state they were in,Dick doesn't know how he's going to get rid of all that stuff in his hair but he payed no mind to the subject now,adrenaline was still rushing through his veins,he shared Tim's joy and PRIDE of how things turned out in the end,from going out on patrol into a night he would never forget,truth to be told he simply ENJOYED spending time with his brother ❛❛ I don't know about you,but we need to celebrate.❞

[daithirps]

[thiirdbiird] “It’s not a fever, I’ve been in the sun…”

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Skeptical, Conner looked over Tim. It was pretty obvious the other was lying — he was hotter than the sun, and not in the good way — but didn’t want to say anything. “How about instead of patrolling tonight, we stay inside and watch the second season of Umbrella Academy?”

If the other would protest, Conner was going to do everything to make sure his friend stayed indoors and rested. “Let the rest of the team handle the patrolling. You deserve a break.”

[sassiesandsmark]

@thiirdbiird​ sent  ‘ this is gonna get a little morbid, but who’s to say that a burning body doesn’t small like barbecue? ’

Wait...

What?

That was so out of the blue Cassie had to pause to look at him-- squinting for a moment as if she was trying to process that comment. Her mouth opened and then shut again, slowly tilting to the side. “Where did that come from?”

It wasn’t like they hadn’t had talks like that out of no where before but they’d just been watching TV and it wasn’t even Investigation Discovery. It wasn’t even true crime stuff it was a damn comedy sitcom. 

“Okay aside from this coming out of no where when we’re watching a sitcom, we’ve actually smelled that before and it doesn’t smell like Barbecue no matter how much people want to say it does. It’s enough to turn your stomach.” The memory had her pressing her teeth together before she settled down into the couch against his side once more. 

“We are not watching Murder Maps for at least four days....”

[sassiesandsmark]

@thiirdbiird​  asked ❝Do we know each other?❞ --

Cassie thought for a moment, watching him quietly. It was one of those nights they were up late, battles had been won but barely. She had been thinking a lot about things, about things that had fallen apart. She wrapped her arms around her legs, her chin resting against her knees as she actually gave that some thought. How long had it been before she’d even learned Tim’s real name? He was Robin for so long but then-- he became one of her closest friends. Dressed in nothing more than shorts and a tshirt she drowned in that sported the Green Arrow logo, the blond pressed her lips together.

God, the question had her looking away. Cheek against her knees before she spoke. “I think we know each other better than anyone else,” her voice soft she lifted her head, finally turning to look at him. They were a contrast in almost every way, a symbol of peace-- that’s what she was supposed to be and Tim? He was the adopted progeny of the Dark Night himself. It was a contrast, just like with Kon.

“You’re Timothy Jackson Drake.” She never threw in the Wayne last name, for some reason that didn’t feel like the real Tim to her. It was like a suit he put on and had a hard time taking off. Bruce might have adopted him but he didn’t raise him. Tim was his own person, had his own feelings and thoughts.

“You’re the greatest detective I know. You drink coffee so much it’s going to give you a heart attack. You figured out who Batman was on your own, without any help from anyone,” Smile warm she lifted her head, shifting so she was sitting in front of him. Her hands were gentle when she took his face in her hands. “You care so much, so much about everyone. To the point that you neglect yourself a lot of the time. When you’re at your best you shine, and when you’re at your worst you’re still doing everything you can to make things right.” She pressed her lips to his forehead and then his cheek, “I know you. I know Tim. My best friend, one of the loves of my life. Someone I need so much that it’s terrifying thinking that I might lose you one day. Any way. I love it when you laugh like a loon, I love that you lie to Batman. If all those things mean that I don’t know you-- I want to know you.”

“I need you. It terrifies me how much sometimes. So if I don’t know you, I should start now. Tell me what I need to know...and I’ll tell you everything.”

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➙ @thiirdbiird​​ said: ❝ I’m supposed to be the one that decides when and how and who knows, and how I get to say it; that’s supposed to be my thing! ❞ Tim might be having a slight panic attack because the tabloid headlines were blowing up with debates on Timothy Wayne's sexuality because some scummy pap published a picture of him and Bart holding hands at Gotham's natural history museum.

   Dick didn’t like the paparazzi. No, actually he HATED them. They acted like they had some kind of right to be nosy and demand stories out of his life and the lives of his family. If he could do much more than try to simply avoid them or trick them he certainly would but sometimes there was just no possible escape from them especially if they had decided that whatever story they were chasing at the moment was worth the risk of a lawsuit. He could somewhat live with it when it was about him but when they started to spread rumours about his loved ones he took it far more personal.

      “ I’m sorry, Tim. ” He had seen people talk about it and he had made sure that he would see it immediately if his brother called him to talk about this, which, thankfully he did. Dick was glad that his brother TALKED to him, that he didn’t just bottle it all up or let his frustration out in a way that would get him or others hurt but he also had to admit that seeing him so tense broke his heart. “ They had no right to do that and I’ll talk to the laywers so they’ll take a look at what they can do if you’re okay with that. You don’t have to do any of the paperwork I’ll take care of it. ” But the story was out there now and there was no taking it BACK. Dick had been through something similar. There were still rumours about him and Roy out there that were not even close to the truth. But as long as they could get their sensational news story they didn’t care how real it was and ‘ billionaire heir seen with black sheep of the Queen family ’ sure made for interesting headlines. “ Did you and Bart talk about this already? How’s he feeling about this? ”

[daithirps]

— The Mission

Hidden in the shadows, she had been following this particular group of young girls for a few weeks. She was on a personal mission — to protect these girls from their pimp and get them to a local shelter.

However, this mission of her had taken her down a dark path. A path that she shouldn’t have gone down. Mia couldn’t join the ranks as herself and slowly get the girls to safety while working the streets. She couldn’t work the streets. Not again, anyway. That part of her life ended when Oliver Queen entered her life. And it was because of him that Mia wanted to help young girls everywhere who was forced to work the streets. Which is why she did it as Speedy.

As Speedy, she found their pimp and attacked him to the point of almost killing him. She had to force herself to stop before she could cross that line. However, word got out and now Speedy was being hunted by every pimp in the city. No big deal, right?

She looked over her shoulder when she heard someone behind her. Luckily, it was Red Robin, and not the people that were hunting her down. “Thanks for coming, RR.” She smiled, lowering the hood on her cape. She had asked Tim to help her out with this part — saving the group of girls and dealing with their pimp. For good.

“You ready to do this?”

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