#tim x danny

[lesmolghost]

DCxDP Dead Tired AU: Gold digger? More like someone struck gold

So this idea came to my head. Danny and Tim are dating, but they try to hide it as best as they can because who knows what the press will do to both of them if it ever gets public.

If Tim is alone, he'll get photo ops occasionally and everyone minds their own business as to not impose. However, when Tim is seen casually talking to someone alone, social media blows up and makes headlines of Tim's new lover or something. Tim's PR team is often seen cleaning up the fake news every time something like this happens.

So there they are. Putting in shady disguises for their public dates. Lots of oversized hoodies to hide, and countless masks and contacts to further fool the public. The public doesn't know yet that Tim is dating someone.

That is until someone spotted Tim with someone ,clearly on a date. Lucky for Danny, the press still don't know who he is, yet.

Speculations rise and people start to think about who is the rich, lucky person who snagged Tim. I mean, it can't be a poor person right? Almost all of Tim's social circles are all upper class and or elites in society, even before he got adopted by Bruce.

Then on one fateful day, they mess up again with Tim calling Danny by his name, and the public hears it. Both try to scram away to prevent further leaking. Danny is lucky his ghost powers deter any pictures taken near his vicinity, and he hides his face with a mask and an oversized hoodie (I have a headcanon that the whole glitchy pictures thing that Danny's ghost powers do is only on phone cameras and low resolution cameras with small image sensors. It doesn't work really well against SLRs and TV cameras)

The public leads an online witch hunt to find Danny's pictures as they can't see his face in pictures taken recently and the press (due to his ghost powers and all).

Eventually they find some of the pictures before the glow up phase of every teen and it's literally the kind of pics you never want to be posted in public because you're so ugly at the time, but your parents post it for memories. Danny's face in his younger years was in the conventionally unattractive side.

More digging comes in and they find that Danny's family isn't one of the elites, and not as rich as the elites Tim's social circle has.

Now headlines blow up and the common one is calling Danny a gold digger by dating Tim. Tim's PR team is a disaster trying to control it. This lasts for days until Tim decides enough is enough. Both of them talk it out and decide it would be the best to be public.

Tim holds a small press conference to clear up all of the rumors. Yes they confirm that the Fentons are not with the elites and are just a happy family that gets by. Tim also tells the public that they're both dating because they love each other. Tim also reveals that he was the one who pursued Danny in the first place and had a hard time winning Danny's heart.

Then, without further ado, Danny is revealed to the public.

Tim: Let me introduce to you, my boyfriend, Danny Fenton.

Danny: *slowly walks near Tim*

Danny: Hi everyone. I'm Danny.

Reporters:

Tim's fans:

Bashers:

Everyone else:

Everyone is stunned, silenced, and surprised at the reveal. Who would've thought that Danny was a really a beautiful, handsome, and hot guy that managed to snag Tim of all people. Everyone at the press conference was enchanted by Danny, so much that the media had a hard time asking questions because they're too distracted looking at Danny the whole time as if they're in a trance.

Danny suddenly becomes an internet sensation. The narrative suddenly shifts. Countless articles are now in favor of Danny. There are articles that say "Is Tim really the best elite for Danny?" , "How did Danny easily accept Tim?" , "5 other popular icons that are a better match up for Danny than Tim."

Danny's social media accounts and its followers from different platforms soar through the sky. Now every time Danny posts something, it's flooded with notifications and all.

Everyone is obsessed. A new fandom is born. Ship wars ensue. Tim's PR team office is on fire. Social media activity soars through the roof. Among all the posts, the most popular is:

"Tim is more of a gold digger than Danny for me. I mean look at Danny. Tim struck gold with this one."

[thelazydetectivecat]

sleeping buddies

Okay listen Danny is NOT a college student but do you know what he is? A UNIVERSITY STUDENT WHICH IS SOMEHOW EVEN MORE FULL OF BS don't get him wrong he loves his classes although why do some of them have to be on 7:00 a.m.

Worst part? Metropolis is expensive AF so he's just in Gotham having to take the bus and in case it gets delayed has to get the previous one which unfortunately is on 4:00 a.m. and the amount of assignments he has... so you can only imagine his addiction to coffee and his fantasies about sleeping

So here he is in the middle of a rogue attack at the bus stop sending the most professional email he can on 4:00 a.m. to his professor with a guy that looks more dead than he is beside him clutching his coffee as if it's the only thing keeping him standing which to be fair so is Danny. You know Damian just walk to the other bus stop sure it might take a bit of running and powers but what's the worst I could happen I mean it's not like he's a center of the attack after all.

....

Great he and the could be caffeinated corpse beside him are stuck in a room together and honestly both of them are struggling to even keep awake so much so that the goons have to encourage them to stay awake not even tying them up.

The guy looks at him and he looks back they come to a silent agreement.

Both of them use each other as blankets while they sleep if they die they die at this point they're going to die either out of a heart attack caused by caffeine or exhaust themselves to death and Danny would rather die in his sleep then any other option

... Oh wow that was actually the best sleep he had in years and he woke up with said guy in his arms... He fits perfectly in there and guy is snuggling him on his chest? He also fits perfectly in guys arms? Could this be the miracle he needs for good sleep?! Vigilantes are separating them NO HE NEEDS TO ASK THIS MAN TO BECOME HIS PERSONAL PLUSHIE HE NEEDS A SLEEPING BUDDY SCREW IT PUT ALL HIS SHYNESS AND EMBARRASSMENT IN THE CLOSET THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH TO HIM HE IS GETTING A VERY HUMAN PLUSH (with consent of course)

.....

Tim would very much love to talk about the day he found the miracle the human embodiment of it that comes in the form of Daniel Aether Graves. His sleep deprived the other half, his favorite pillow and blanket

That miracle of a man straight up asked him to be a sleeping buddy because he recognized how sleep deprived they both were and how somehow someway they're the perfect pillows for each other so they went on this arrangement where they would go either to one of their apartments and do something while cuddling to fall asleep.

This is the best freaking arrange in Tim's life

Why and how is it so easy to fall asleep and wake up energized with this man he will never know but he is not sharing

.....

The bat family are convinced Tim is dating and if he's not dating he's definitely seeing someone when they first heard of Tim's "sleeping buddy" they immediately shut their mouths not wanting to walk into that but something is clearly happening Tim is more energized what are they doing together that's their question...

Will they have the nightmare and risk of possibly walking in something they don't want to see yes but also they might get the secrets to Tim's now energized self

Only to see Tim and some random guy cuddling on the couch with a bunch of blankets covering them in his apartment and the Barbie movie from 2023 playing in the background with a pillow fort at the side was a huge sign saying "EXTREME EMERGENCY SLEEPY TIME"

The heck did they just walk into?

[bluerosefox]

F*ck Forgiveness. I Want Vengeance.

Hmmmm

Another DeadTired idea. And Ghost King Danny with Consort Tim.

Tim dies a bitter ended death with the Batfam (Maybe during his RR run and isn't caught by Dick when he is kicked out of WE window? Or its in the future where his relationship between the bats is bad.)

So yeah Tim dies. And wakes in the Infinite Realms and learns to unlive in that Realm and gained a wonderful afterlife.

And somehow manages to gain the attention of the Ghost King, King Phantom and somehow manages to become his Consort after some adorable ghost courting.

Despite the fact he's been dead for like a few months in his original Realms timeline, time in the Infinite Realms is more ocean like than riverish, Tim has been happily married to his husband for what feels like eons.

So Tim was not, very very not happy when his ghost is suddenly pulled away from his anniversary dinner and stuffed back into his body.

He hears yelling and fighting, wakes to see the Bats fighting League Assassins while Batman is fighting Ra's in rage.

And Tim.

He isn't happy at all.

He already figured it out, connected the dots.

Oh Ra's was going to regret bringing him back. The Bats, and he KNOWS they should had respected his last wishes to be fucking cremated, ashes scattered in space, so THIS wouldn't had happened.

Cause Tim wasn't playing around anymore.

[livinghalfway]

Drive!

DeadTired Prompt

This gala had been dragging on and on all night, as soon as it was acceptable to do so Tim was out the door and in his car. Apparently, a moment of silence to compose himself was too much for the universe though, and his first mistake.

The second mistake was not immediately making sure his car doors were locked because a boy his age is suddenly sitting in his car.

"Drive!" Is the only thing he says while looking out the back window. Now, Tim knew this was probably a bad idea, but this boy was cute, ok!

Which is why he doesn't hesitate to get out of there. Before they leave the party in the dust though Tim takes a look in the rear view mirror to see Vlad Masters. Standing on the gala house steps looking furious at the car.

Tim isn't sure what sort of beef the cute boy and Masters have with each other is, but he plans to find out. Preferably, on the date he's now suddenly on. Tim's not complaining though.

[akemi2003]

Fic prompt #70

Dpxdc

The entire Batfam has just finished fighting a witch whose magic operates on weaponized desire. Not illusion. Not mind control. She grants exactly what you want — but never in a way that stays benevolent. The fulfillment curdles over time. The wish rots from the inside out.

It’s subtle. That’s the horror.

People don’t fight it because technically… they got what they asked for.

Security turns into isolation. Love turns into obsession. Success turns into dependency. The distortion is gradual enough that by the time you notice, you’re already complicit.

They corner her. She’s exhausted. Outmatched. Desperate.

Tim moves in to disable her.

She grabs him and hisses a final incantation — not carefully woven, not ritual-anchored. Just raw, drained magic flung like a flare to buy time.

And then she vanishes.

Tim feels it hit. Cold. Direct.

But nothing happens.

No visible transformation. No immediate effect. No detectable curse signature that Zatanna can trace. No behavioral shifts. No symptoms.

Which is worse.

Because the Batfam knows her specialty.

They know it won’t be obvious. They know it won’t be immediate. They know it will twist.

And they don’t know what Tim would wish for.

That’s the part that unsettles Bruce the most.

Tim, meanwhile, spirals quietly.

Because what would his deepest desire be? Control? Stability? Being indispensable? Not being alone? Being understood?

Any of those could become catastrophic in Gotham.

So he starts monitoring himself. Sleep tracking. Behavioral logs. Contingency files in case he becomes compromised. He pulls back emotionally, terrified that attachment might be the vector.

And then—

Enter Danny.

New bartender at the coffee place Tim basically lives in.

The place Tim goes when he hasn’t slept in 36 hours. The place where he camps with three laptops and pretends it counts as “taking a break.”

Danny isn’t flashy. He’s just… there.

Sharp blue eyes that linger a little too long and a smile that feels like he knows something but isn’t weaponizing it.

The first time their eyes meet, Tim feels it.

Love.

Immediate. Clean. Uncomplicated.

And absolute horror.

Because the witch grants desires.

And Tim’s brain supplies the worst possible conclusion instantly:

Oh god. This is it.

This is the spell unfolding.

He meets someone who feels like inevitability.

Someone who laughs at his dry humor. Who hands him coffee before he orders. Who somehow always shifts conversations away from self-destruction and toward something almost hopeful.

It’s everything Tim never lets himself want.

Which means it’s dangerous.

Because if the spell is granting him what he desires most — connection without abandonment, someone who sees him without needing him to perform — then eventually it will twist.

Danny will become dependent. Or obsessive. Or fragile. Or doomed.

That’s how these things work.

So Tim does the only rational thing in his sleep-deprived, curse-anxious brain:

He tries not to fall.

And the real horror?

The spell never worked.

Tim is falling in love entirely on his own.

And that’s so much scarier to him than magic ever could be.

[m0th-h]

No, Tim, We Do Not Want to Join Your Cult

Part 2

Part 1 - Cult Shit

The midnight darkness wrapped around Gotham like a blanket, giving Tim a sheet of cover while he’s perched on the edge of a roof. He lifted his forearm, glancing down at the screen embedded into his suit.

The humidity of the nearby pier laid a thin sheen of moisture over top of him, causing his hair to cling to his forehead. He huffed, looking back towards the building in front of him.

Of course it’s a warehouse by the pier. Why can’t creepy cults ever operate in a well air-conditioned hotel, or a restaurant. Where’s the buffet cult? Why can’t he ever investigate a buffet cult?

His stomach let out a growl.

That explains that train of thought.

He glanced back down at his arm. 1:59. With another sigh, he stood up. He stretched his arm over his head, letting out a breath after a satisfying ‘pop’ echoed around the roof.

He’d caught wind of a new cult operating in Gotham, welcoming people down on their luck to join in on their weekly ‘communal feasts’. Jason had reported a week ago that some of Crime Alley’s homeless population were turning up missing; the older man had wanted to join his investigation — he’s territorial when it comes to Crime Alley — but two nights ago Black Mask had made a move on Hood’s territory, apparently trying to test the waters. So, Tim was on his own tonight.

He technically wasn’t supposed to be here tonight. Jason and the rest of the bats had told him to wait until next week, but they had honestly been grating his nerves lately. Bruce and Dick have been breathing down his neck the last few nights; ‘Tim, start coming to more family brunches’ ‘Tim, stop overworking yourself’ ‘Tim, you need to take a vacation’. As if he wasn’t integral to keeping WE in business and keeping investigations connected and organized. As if he wasn’t needed. As if he wasn’t important. And the rest of the family had just been weird around him lately. It’s like everyone knew something that he didn’t.

So, tonight was for him. It had nothing to do with ‘proving himself’ or ‘being spiteful’. And since it was for him, he took out his comm and called out for the night. If they wanted him to go on vacation, he would. Taking down human trafficking cults was his vacation.

He checked his screen again. 2:01. Show time.

He grabbed his grapple and dropped down without a sound. He shot it outwards, the end hooking onto the edge of the warehouse’s roof.

He pulled it in, a small grin pulling at his lips as the refreshing wind pushed the damp hair out of his face.

With a tucked roll, he landed softly on top of the warehouse. He pocketed his grapple and crouched down, moving quietly towards the roof access door. He had been up here last night to check the lock, it had been an easy pick but opening the door made a loud scrapping sound against the patch of raised ground. He let out a relieved sigh when he saw the brick he had placed still their, letting him quietly open the door and close it behind him.

The stairs went straight down to the floor, the only barrier between him and the cult members being wooden panels along the open side of the staircase.

He stepped down a few steps, glancing out of the gap between the wood to look at the cult’s communal dinner.

The cult had definitely fixed the place up; he’d give them that. The grime and dust on the floor and reachable walls had been scrubbed away, three long tables covered in food sat towards the front door and stretched almost wall to wall. People were chatting idlily, no food had been touched yet. Probably waiting for a leader or something to initiate the dinner. Everyone was dressed in black and green robes except for a handful who wore white and green. His eyes drifted beside the ones in white towards what looked to be a summoning circle with an alter surrounded by flowers, candy, and other items. Yup, cult shit.

He made his way down the rest of the stairs, testing each one for creaks before stepping all the way down.

Towards the last few steps, he heard a repeated ‘clink’ of a glass, signaling everyone to quiet. The chatter quickly slowed to a stop, and Tim peaked between the wood towards one of the white robed figures.

“Hello everyone!” A chipper voice greeted from atop a raised platform, “I don’t see any new faces today, but that’s alright, we’ll get ‘em next time!” The room chuckled lightly; Tim’s eyes narrowed.

“Now, I want to thank you all for coming out, as always. 2 AM dinner isn’t the most ideal, especially for those of use with children, and we always understand when some can’t make it. As always if you need any support, be sure to come to one of our leaders and we’ll find any way we can to support you; be it food, water filters, gas masks, you name it.” The cloaked figure breathed in, putting on a smile.

“Alright, I think I’ve talked long enough,” The room laughed again, “Who’s to say we get on with the summoning and eat?”

Cheers erupted from the tables, a few ‘woo’s thrown out.

Tim set his jaw, reaching behind his back to take out his collapsed staff. The figures in white moved towards the summoning circle. Go time.

“Am I late?” He called, finally moving off the stairs.

Every head in the room turned towards him.

“Ah, got any strawberries left, they’re my favorite.” He teases, making his way towards the front group. The room’s eyes follow him; they definitely outnumber him. Best to try talking first.

“Red Robin,” The figure who had been speaking before smiles warmly, “I’m glad you could make it!”

Tim blinks, pausing in front of the group. “Uh. That— Definitely isn’t the usual response.”

The man chuckles, “I imagine not. I’m not naive enough to think you came for the food, but you’re welcome to it. If you don’t beat us bloody of course,” he jokes. Jokes.

“Thank you? Though that really depends on whether you step away from that circle or not. I’m not sure what you’re trying to summon, but I’ve learned that magic usually means bad news. Especially when what you’re worshipping is called ‘The King’. You’re practically begging for world destruction.”

The man finally frowns, face still soft however, “Ah, yes. We had been wanting destruction and domination originally, but our King showed us the beauty in life and helping others. If you’ll just hear us out, I’m sure you especially would understand. You may even want to join.” Tim glanced behind the man, eyeing the others in white starting the ritual. His face hardens.

“Sorry, I’m not in the market for new hippy cults to join.” His bo extends in his hand as he enters a defensive stance. “I really don’t want to hurt you, man, but I can’t let you summon whatever you’re about to summon.”

The man sighs, looking at him sadly, “Then I apologize profusely for this. We really do look up to you, Red Robin.” He looks up, “Hold him!” The man shouts to the people seated at the table.

“Shit,” Tim hisses, rushing towards the summoning circle in hopes to reach them before the distraction. He smacks the man’s face, throwing him to the floor and giving Tim a path to the other figures in white.

Before he reaches them, his arms are grabbed. He shifts in the hold, throwing the person grabbing him over his shoulder. Just as fast, two more hands replace them. He pivots his feet, swinging his bo behind himself as he turns around.

Every time he fights off one offender, two more replace them, all attempting to hold him down. Eventually a hand pulls his bo staff out of his hands; his fists, however, are just as effective.

A flash erupts from behind him and some of the hands slow down.

Fuck him and this stupid ass plan to raid a cult’s base alone.

In his moment of distraction, the hands finally manage to get hold of him. He’s grappled chest down onto the floor, multiple people pinning him down. It is — unfortunately — very effective.

“Oh— This is, uh— Not what I was expecting to walk in on.” A new voice states, somehow sounding both reversed and normal.

This was such a dumb plan.

[nightingale-prompts]

Ghost Beauty Standards

So what if ghosts have their own scale for beauty?

Waxy pale skin, half-lidded eyes, empty eyes, colorless lips, ashen complexion, and sunken cheeks.

These are considered the most attractive features of a ghost without the extra bells and whistles.

Tim did not know this when he sat at his desk after pulling a week straight of sleepless case-solving and his desk neighbor was staring at him.

Danny had never seen anyone more beautiful until he noticed Tim. He looked like he could drop dead at any moment. Did he even drink water? Eating?

Those beautiful glassy vacant eyes made Danny blush. He couldn't take his eyes off him.

When class ended Tim sat up Danny heard his back crack from his still position. Thoughts of rigor mortis filled his head and the sound of popping bones was almost a turn-on. Danny didn't even know what that said about him.

Danny had to consider what to do next to tame his feelings. He could stop his attraction by helping his classmate improve his health. Or he could satisfy his urges by courting him.

[sakuravalenp]

A date is the first step to information gathering - DP X DC Prompt

Danny has been living in Gotham for a couple of months. Vlad has been going through his redemption arc after Danny's family death over a year ago placed Danny in his care. There were a lot of mix feelings at those first months, and the redemption process has been bumpy at best, but living with Vlad isn't anywhere nearly as bad as it was.

Danny will forever miss his family, but he's glad for the change it has brought Vlad, because he really was missing on having a Halfa adult looking after him. Even thought he'll never refer to Vlad in any parental term on principle alone. No, it'll take centuries before that particular trauma blows away.

The point is. Vlad had been working on his redemption, and Danny had been healing beside him, and things are going sort of okay. Vlad is getting into getting his money more legally, and paying old mistakes due to Danny's bothering, and Danny's been helping were possible.

He first meets Timothy Drake-Wayne in a charity event for families of people lost during rogue attacks. Danny is not usually actively flirted by handsome people, he does not know that to do. He's barely keeping up with Tim, yet somehow ends with a date? How?

-_-_-_-

The bats have been investigating Vlad for a long time now, but it has always been a low priority investigation as no actual major things have been linked to Vlad... At least, not until recently. Recently Vlad has moved to Gotham with his ward, and major red flags immediately appeared.

Problem? Vlad is apparently an expert covering his own tracks, they can't find any actual evidence on the mans tampering.

They hadn't looked to deep into his ward, but after witnessing Danny participating beside Vlad in the last auction, Tim is willing to bet that even if he doesn't result to be an active participant, he isn't completely ignorant to what Vlad's been doing.

So it's a little unconventional for the tools they have this days, but Tim has decided to try the old way and charm Danny until they're both close enough that he could get some information.