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Core Disaster Week-- Day 7

Mission Report: May 27, 20XX

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, Robin

Mission Completed: Young Justice Mission XXX

TW: Gender-swappage and references to not feeling comfortable in your body and speculations on how gender dysphoria feels. Stay safe. 

Summary: We went on our first date today, it was great! Until we got hit by a gender-altering ray. That was… not so great. I never wondered what it would feel like to have boobs. Spoiler– I didn’t like it, like at all . 

Notes: Today I discovered Bart is agender and uses any pronouns, but for the sake of these mission reports I’m going to use they/them because they’re fun to write and I think they’re neat. Bart does prefer to be called my boyfriend, so I’ll still be doing that. 

Notes For B: I am 100% sure that I am not trans. On a separate note: How the fuck fo trans people deal with that ewwy gross feeling all the time? I wanted to tear my own chest off, it was horrible . 

Report: I went out with my boyfriends in Central today on a date. We were all in costume in order to keep my identity under wraps since, as you know, Kon does not understand the concept of a secret identity. Obviously, Tim Drake can’t be seen with him, that would be about the equivalent of wearing a sign on my chest that says “I’m Robin” or changing my hero name to Drake. So, of course, some villain sees three heroes sitting in a diner all snuggled together and thinks, oh, you know what this heroes could want? Their date ruined by me. 

Now, don’t get me wrong, Central City’s rogues are dumb idiots, but they’re also super annoying when they want to be, and give Trickster and gender-changing ray and things get really messy really fast. Anyway, we tried to fight him, but the guy managed three lucky shots, and me, Kon, and Bart were suddenly all in female bodies.

Boobs. Are. Awful. I plan to tell Steph that I am sorry she has to endure this constant torture next time I see her. For one thing, they bounce around when you’re trying to run and they get in the way. Also, like, they’re really sensitive in the worst way? 

Bart was able to take out Trickster without an issue. Sure, they said the boobs were weird , but they thought it was pretty cool. They even bounced them around a couple times and giggled. Meanwhile, Kon and I stood across from them, arms crossed across our chests trying to make them as flat as possible and failing spectacularly. I hated every second of it. 

Luckily for mine and Kon’s sanity, Bart was able to steal the gun from trickster and shoot up back into our normal bodies. I felt so relieved. So, so relieved. I can deal with dressing it drag, but real boobs and no dick? No thank you. I never want to do that again. 

Bart kept the gun because they thought it would be fun to be able to change their body as will. They also kept their boobs for the rest of the date. I liked their long brown hair in their girl form, it was fun to play with.

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Core Disaster Week-- Day 6

Mission Report: May 26, 20XX

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, Robin

Mission Completed: Young Justice Mission XXX

Summary: Today we learned a lot about Kryptonian history and culture. It turned out that Kon had almost no knowledge of his people, and me and Bart set out to rectify that. Yay!! We’re all trying to learn Kryptonian now, even Cassie, who is a great 4th-wheel friend. 

Notes: Kryptonian is really hard to learn. Like, I’ve been studying it since we downloaded the information by plugging the drive into the Batcomputer, and not only are the words really hard to pronounce, but I also can’t seem to remember the letter system well. I am also constantly bombarded by the fact that Dick walked up behind me, asked for a basic explanation, and then was able to read the sentence I had been struggling over for half an hour out loud perfectly. Stupid brother and his stupid knack for languages. 

Notes For B: Today we broke into the fortress of solitude to use Superman’s computer to do research on Kryptonian culture. If Superman notices someone broke in, that was us. Please don’t let him kill us. 

Report: I was today years old when I found out that no one has ever told Kon anything about his Kryptonian heritage. This is not really a surprise because who would have told him? But Bart and I decided that that just would not do. We decided to not only help Kon learn about Kryptonian culture, but to dedicate ourselves to learning it as well. 

We quickly hit a snag however when we realised that the only place to go to learn anything about Krypton was the fortress of solitude, and Superman definitely wasn’t going to let us in. Of course, I decided to pull a lego-Batman and just break in. Let me tell you, compared to like every other superhero base, the fortress has like zero security. It’s honestly sad . We got in, hacked Clark’s computer, and got out with very little difficulty. Like, I get that we’re three superpowered kids and one Bat, but still. B, your pal needs to upgrade his fucking security. 

We got the info and headed back to the mountain to read up on it. Did you know that all marriages on Krypton were arranged? Also, Krytonians don’t have soulmates, which none of us were aware of, so the fact that Kon has a soulmark is completely from his human DNA through Lex. We also discovered that Superman’s peaceful attitude would make him stick out like a sore thumb on the war-based planet. 

I also finally got to read the legend of Nightwing and Flamebird that Dick and Wally named themselves after. Of course, only the English translation, but once I actually learn Kryptonian it will be the first thing I read in the original language. 

It was super great to see how happy it made Kon getting to learn about his culture and people, and even if Superman is mad, well, fuck him for not teaching Kon about this stuff.

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Core Disaster Week-- Day 5

Mission Report: May 25, 20XX

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, Robin

Mission Completed: Young Justice Mission XXX

Summary: Look, weird things happen in our line of work, but this was weird even for that. We got transported to a universe where there was no such things as superheroes or superpowers, and let me say, it was trippy as all fuck. 

Notes: I find it really interesting that in this universe Bart was Barry’s son and not his grandson, it lends credence to my developing theory that Bart might be from the future, but his true intended time is the present. It would explain why Kon and I are his soulmates despite being from what would seem to be his past. If in a universe where time-travel does not exist he ends up in this time period anyway, maybe this is the period he’d meant to be in. 

Tw: Dick, don’t read this. You don’t want to know some of the stuff that happened. For everyone else, TW for child abuse. 

Notes For B: This is going to be weirdly sentimental and you can completely ignore it if it’s out of line, but that you for being my dad. I just got a look at a world where I never ended up becoming Robin or a part of your family, and it sucked. Robin, and this family, is such an intrinsic part of who I am that I wouldn’t be the same person without it. So, thank you. 

Report: I woke up this morning in my old bed in Drake manor. At first I thought it was some kind of prank– Jason has been known to randomly move me when I sleep and put me in weird places to take pictures on my phone and then make fun of me for being such a deep sleeper– but then I noticed that there were things off about the room. 

A lot of my current hyper-fixations and special interests were laying around the room. Books about coding that I didn’t own before now,  and a few time-travel theorem books. Turns out I always end up researching that, even if my soulmate isn’t a time traveller. There were other things there too. There was a Deadpool poster on my wall, which was weird because I’ve always had trouble getting into comic books because of how different they are from reality. There were also multiple school awards on a shelf that I was never able to get because I was always so busy. There was also a photo of me kissing a blond kid that I faintly recognised from school. 

Anway, really, really trippy. 

I grabbed my phone to call Kon or Bart, but didn’t find their names in my contacts. That was okay because I had their numbers memorised anyway, so I called them. 

Bart, it turned out, was the son of Barry Allen and Iris West. Iris was still a reporter, but Barry was just a normal forensic scientist who never had a lab-accident involving lightning. He also told me that he didn’t have superspeed. His soulmark was still on his chest– as was mine– and everything else seemed the same, but neither he nor Barry had powers, and it seemed that he hadn’t travelled through time. 

Upon further searching, we discovered some more discrepancies, the worst of which being that Wally West had never gotten out of his abusive household and had been beaten to death when he was a teenager. I guess that without super-speed and realising that Barry was the Flash, Wally would never have survived. Bart cried for a while after that, demanding that we find a way to get back home. 

Then I called Kon. Who, in this universe, was still the son of Lex Luthor and Clark Kent, but Clark was trans and the two of them were together. His name was also Conner Luthor and he was the Lexcorp heir. He said that it was really tripping, and that when he’d first walked in and saw Clark and Lex being lovey-dovey in the kitchen he’d almost died of shock. He also didn’t have his powers at all. 

We got Kon to steal a jet from his father and pick us both up so we could find a way back into our universe. I broke into Wayne manor in hopes of finding the Batcave, but it wasn’t there. I did discover though that Dick Grayson suffered from severe depression and was labelled insane after he murdered a man in cold blood when he was eight. Apparently, he’d lost both his parents, killed Tony Zucco, was confined to the manor for the rest of his life, his little brother was murdered– not by the Joker, but by some guy trying to get to the Wayne fortune– and then figured out that either his soulmate didn’t want him or was dead. I couldn’t exactly tell him that I knew who his soulmate was and exactly what had happened to him. 

We got out of Wayne manor and managed to track down a device that Lex was making to try to travel through universes. We broke into Lexcorp in order to use it, but Lex caught us. He asked Kon what he was up to. Kon told him that his machine worked and we were from another universe, before flipping the switch. We got back to our bodies just fine, but I’m sort of worried that Lex Luthor from that world might be in the body of our Lex Luthor. 

Follow Up: Keep an eye out for any weird behaviour from Lex.

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Core Disaster Week-- Day 4

Mission Report: May 24, 20XX

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, Robin

Mission Completed: Meet the Batfamily

Summary: Yes, I’m writing a report for this, because you’re all fucking assholes and I hate your fucking guts. I hope that Dick turns into a vampire and murders you all like that weird dream I had. (Also, I would totally not be that easy to kill? Seriously? Just curb-stomp my head? Didn’t even ask if I wanted to join your vampire regime, but Jason, Jason got asked before you killed him? Seriously? Asshole). 

Notes: I promise you, I swear on the souls of all of those who have fallen on Gotham’s streets, I will have my revenge, and it will be sweet and swift, and you will all fear the name Timothy Drake-Wayne till the ends of time. You will wish the Dick turned into a vampire and killed or turned you all. (Seriously, it was a weird dream and I have no idea where it came from. No, Bart, it wasn’t the LSD, now be quiet). 

Notes For B: I apologise in advance for the fact that you will be short-staffed for the next couple weeks. I hope you understand though, the whole “I am Vengeance” and all that shit. 

Report: I had not actually told anyone in the family about my new relationship. It wasn’t secret per se, but I also didn’t want to have to deal with Dick’s insufferable attitude, or Wally giving me a shovel-talk about dating his first-cousin-once-removed, or Jason making fun of me for not realising that my two best friends were my soulmates. 

Thing was, I hadn’t told Bart or Kon this, so when we had a job helping out Dick’s team this morning and Dick and Wally started doing their obnoxious PDA thing, they decided it would be fun to get them back. Kon and Bart started laying it on thick, flirting with me instead of actually paying attention to the fight. This was annoying for two reasons. One– these two idiots were paying as much attention to my order as they were at one-upping my brother and his boyfriend– and two– my brother caught on pretty fast that we were soulmates after that. 

Naturally, Dick approached me after the fight for interrogation, right when I was yelling at my two idiot boyfriends for flirting instead of fighting. He overheard and quickly figured out what was going on. He pulled me into a tight hug from behind, lifting me off my feet and squealing about how “baby bird found his soulmates” over and over again while spilling around with me in his arms. I smacked him over the head a couple times with my bo staff but he didn’t seem to care. 

As soon as he put me down, he called Alfred and told Bart and Kon that they were coming to a family dinner that night. He didn’t even ask them if they knew my identity and I didn’t get a chance to explain that they only knew me as Tim Drake and therefore were not aware of anyone else in the family’s identity. 

They came, of course. Kon almost fainted from shock when he revealed that Bruce Wayne was Batman, and also my father. Really, they could have just looked me up, but they didn’t. 

Then, came the stuff you assholes all know about, because you created it! Wally managed to corner me and give me a long, long shovel talk while the rest of you “tested to see if they were good enough for me.” I don’t know what all you did to them, but I’ve never seen Bart look as terrified of anyone as he did of Dick when he sat down at the table, or Kon as scared as he was of Jason. 

You’re all assholes and you better tell me what you did to my soulmates, or else I’m going to kill you all!!!*

*no, no actual killing, B. I would never actually kill anyone.

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Core Disaster Week-- Day 3

Mission Report: May 23, 20XX

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, Robin

Mission Completed: Young Justice Mission XXX

Summary: First of all, I kind of hate the 90s now. Like, I really hate them. If I have to hear “Just a Girl” once more time I’m going to cut my ears out of my head. The mission that we went on– to recover some kind of glowing sphere that Captain Marvel was worried about– ended up transporting us to another dimension where not only was it the 90s, but we were all the same age. 

Notes: Never make fun of Impulse for his hair ever again, it could be so so much worse. I have no idea what 90s Bart was thinking with that horrendous mop of a hairstyle, Bart’s fluffy look is so much better. Also, convince Kon to go for the studded leather jacket, undercut, and one piercing look because it’s hot as hell. Also, that tight-belt? Yes please! 

Notes For B: I’m sorry for any “non mission important” details included in this report. Please don’t yell at me. It’s really had to keep on task when you have the image of your boyfriend in tight leggings and a studded leather jacket taking up most of your mind. 

Report: Captain Marvel sent the team to retrieve a small glowing gold sphere that he said would be dangerous in the wrong hands. He gave us a containment chamber to keep it in and clear directions on what we were supposed to do. Directions that Bart didn’t follow. Why am I not surprised? 

Bart grabbed the sphere with his bare hands, something he’d not supposed to do. When he realised he chucked the thing at Kon, who caught it before chucking it at Cassie who chucked it at me. I managed to catch it, forgetting that I’d removed one of my gloves to use a fingerprint recognition device a few minutes previous. I managed to contain it, but not before it was able to wreak havoc. 

The three of us were transported to another universe where it was the 90s. While there, we met our 90s selves. Cassie was… different. She had straight dark hair, big glasses, red skin-tight shorts, a wonder woman shirt, a leather jacket and white knee pads and gloves. Kon, as I’ve mentioned, had an undercut and a studded leather jacket, which was hot, like, so hot. I think I was drooling. Kon was giving me weird looks. Bart had the worst hairstyle known to man, it will haunt my nightmares, but other than that, he was pretty much the same. 

Anyway, out 90s counterparts helped us get back, though 90s Kon spent too much time showing Kon 90s music he didn’t know about and torturing my poor ears. I was praying for when we could get back home and I could play Alex Benjamin and get the horrible sounds out of my ears. The two Impulses at least kept each other busy talking, which meant that I didn’t have to worry about him bugging me the whole time while I was trying to plan. 90s Tim appreciated this too. Cassie and Cassie seemed pretty wary of each other. Also their Cassie hadn’t been working with their team as long as our Cassie has. 

We eventually found a way to reverse-engineer a way back to our world. 90s Tim helped me build it and get it running, and then returned home. So far I haven’t seen any further reactions to what happened now that we’re back, but I’m keeping an eye out since we still don’t know what Captain Marvel’s ball actually does.

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Core Disaster Week-- Day 2

Mission Report: May 22, 20XX

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, Robin

Mission Completed: Young Justice Mission XXX

Summary: Another non-mission, but I felt the report was warranted. Kon thought that I was in danger and he and Bart moved in to save me. Unfortunately, not only did I not need saving, but now my identity is revealed. Sorry. 

Notes: Don’t let your boyfriend track your heartbeat when you’re in your civilian identity. Especially if your other boyfriend has super-speed. 

Notes For B: I apologise in advance for the events of today. I know that I put in a request that wasn’t answered yet, and now I’ve 

Report: First of all, even though I know you haven’t told him that you’re soulmates and you are even together yet, I know that you let Superman listen for your heartbeat as long as he contacts you on coms before engaging. So, don’t be a hypocrite. Also, you told Superman your identity very early into knowing him, so honestly, I think I did pretty well. 

I gave Kon permission to listen in to my heart-beat when I’m not with him so he’ll be alerted if I’m in danger. Also, he says it’s just comforting to be able to pull my heartbeat out of all the others and be able to hear that I’m safe. I made him promise not to go to my location unless he knew I was in extreme danger, or if he had my permission.

Unfortunately, it seems my boyfriends are prone to over-reaction. As you know, I had a speech today. As you also know, I have extreme anxiety, and although I am very good at public speaking, can’t really help it that my heart will speed up beyond what is normal when I have public speaking to do. Kon was, unfortunately, unaware of any of this. Naturally, when he heard my heart speed up he worried that I was in danger. When he couldn’t contact me using my Robin phone– which I left at home when I went to school– or get to Oracle– who was busy with reading time– he panicked and called Impulse before heading toward my direction. 

There I was, standing up in front of class, when the window broke and the classroom door swung open and suddenly Superboy and Impulse were standing there, prepared for a fight. They frantically searched around the room before their eyes came to rest on me. 

I groaned and slammed my head into the podium in front of me. Of course, this reaction led the two of them to realise who exactly I was, exposing me as Robin. So, the cat is out of the bag, unfortunately. They left soon after that, realising that I was fine, and leaving me to my speech in peace. 

My teacher gave me pity-points for being interrupted by teen superheroes. I don’t know if I like that– because it brought my grade up– or feel insulted by that. 

Bart and Kon are very apologetic, they even volunteered to talk to you themselves, which is a big deal because they’re terrified of you, but I had mercy on them and said that I would take care of it. Please don’t kill them for trying to protect me. 

They’re idiots, but I love them.

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Core Disaster Week-- Day 1

Mission Report: May 21, 20XX

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, Robin

Mission Completed: Young Justice Mission XXX

Summary: This really wasn’t a mission, but I have discovered who my soulmate(s) are and unfortunately I cannot tell them who I am. Part of this formal report of the incident is a request to clear the reveal of my identity to both of my soulmates now that I know who they are. I would like to mention that Nightwing was given clearance to tell his soulmate almost immediately after he discovered their identity. 

Notes: Figure out how time-travel factors into soulmates and how you could have a soulmate outside of your time. Are there people who bare soulmarks for people from the past or future who are unaware of this fact? Or is it solely people who are destined to time travel that experience this phenomenon? 

Notes for B: Sorry for the late submission of this report. I was a little overwhelmed with everything going on and didn’t have time to submit it. I know that this is inexcusable and I will seek to do better in the future. 

Report: Today I figured out who my soulmates are. We were not expecting what was revealed.

I have not been around the team without my uniform fully on and wearing a mask. Because of this, they have never seen my bare chest. This was intentional, because, as you know, my soulmark– a heart with a lightning bolt and a feather crossing across it– is over my heart and I didn’t want it to be known in case Timothy Drake’s soulmark was ever revealed to the public and the team would be able to connect the dots and discover my identity. Today, however, it was revealed. 

I had been badly injured by a knife to the shoulder during a fight with a group of ninjas. I was able to finish the fight and arrest the perpetrators, but afterwards, I passed out from loss of blood. The team took me to Titan’s Tower since it was closer than Mount Justice, and worked to patch me up. To do so, they had to remove my top in order to get to the wound. In doing so they uncovered my soulmark. 

Cassie informs me that she had to yell at “the two idiots” in order to get them to actually help with my wound because they were rendered frozen and speechless when they saw my soulmate mark. Cassie took point and they were able to stitch and bandage my wound with very little trouble. 

Why Cassie yelled at them for their reaction to seeing my soulmark, they rushed to explain. Kon removed his shirt, revealing the same mark over his heart, and then Bart did the same. It seems that two of the members of my team are my soulmates, which at least clears up my confusion of having feelings for both of them. 

Oh, also, I’m gay. Surprise. This was not how I was planning to come out, but whatever. It’s not like I’m the first one in this family to be. 

When I woke up we discussed what had happened and what it meant. Both Bart and I are baffled that we are his soulmates when clearly we should exist in the future much much older than him. Us being his soulmates only seems to work because he time travelled to the present moment. It opens many questions, including if non-time travellers can have soulmates from another time, and whether we have two soulmates each for the possibility that Bart never travelled back in time. That last does still leave Bart without a soulmate, so I am unsure.

Anyways, as mentioned in the notes, I am requesting the ability to reveal my identity to my soulmates. It seems inevitable that they will find it out as we are soulmates.

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