An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tim Drake (DCU)/Danny Fenton
Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth
Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, I Made Myself Cry, Character Death, Is in the name, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better
Summary:
Tim Drake died.
It wasn’t a grand affair with the brutal weight of a crowbar and a nation holding its breath. It wasn’t a disappearance steeped in mystery, nor a martyr’s end in the midst of a world-ending event, surrounded by the roar of collapsing buildings and the flash of desperate heroism.
No. Tim’s death was smaller. Simpler. Quieter.
Tim Drake died alone. In a space too empty to echo his final breath. Somewhere off-grid, somewhere no tracker was pinged, no alert was triggered.
He died in a whisper, not a scream.
And that was what it took for him to start living.
Request: Question x tom davidson from walker indepence?
Summary: After leaving your home in Boston for a new life, a ghost from the past rolls into the same place and you can't shake the feelings you once had for him.
A/N: First time writing Tom Davidson or Walker Independence so hopefully did it some justice.
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You’d chosen Independence and a job at Hagan’s Hotel because it seemed like a safe haven from your past life. As far away as you could afford to go. Somewhere that didn’t remind you of Boston or the east coast. Somewhere small and quiet and easy to hide in.
And then, three weeks into your new life a familiar face walked into the bar, a gold star shining against his black clothing and you felt the bottom of your stomach drop out. Maybe part of you should have known that running in the same direction he’d gone would have eventually led you onto the same path but you’d been hopeful when you moved out west that there was no chance you’d ever see the man again.
Hagan’s was still something of a safe haven from the long arm of the law and the ache that always pulled at your heart when you saw him. If you just went to all the places he didn’t go, then you’d never have to have the conversation you’d always thought you wanted to have. You’d never have to wonder why he left (or at least you could tell yourself it had nothing to do with you).
But peace never lasts, especially not when you know it’s running thin, “I knew it was only a matter of time,” you mentioned when Tom stepped up to the bar as you were working. He’d kept himself distant too, using Kate as a go-between. But the boxing match had been invigorating and the near-death shoot out a few days earlier had him thinking that maybe it was time he set down all the baggage that was keeping him away from you.
“Before I came over here?” He asked, taking the drink you mixed him. A few people bumped passed him, congratulating the sheriff for the win.
You hummed, contemplating what you wanted to say. It was true that you’d been waiting for him to finally come over and talk to you but after watching him in the ring tonight, it was another thought, one that surprised you, that was winning out. You’d always been prepared to feel nothing but longing for him and maybe there was still a piece of you that wished things had been different between you but then you’d seen the way he looked at Abby.
“Before you moved on.” You replied, casting your gaze over his shoulder. The mysterious stranger from Boston, coincidentally, was standing near the piano chatting with Kate.
“I don’t-” He began to say, looking almost guilty (whether about actually moving on or just being found out, you weren’t sure).
“It’s alright,” you lied, “like I said, I knew it was only a matter of time Tom.”
“What are you doing in Independence?” He asked, changing the subject abruptly. “Thought you were engaged to that broker from Philadelphia. Heard from your sister that you were planning on moving down there.”
“I’ve been here longer than you have...when’d you hear anything about me?” You replied, searching his eyes for any hint of an answer. You knew he’d never be straight with you about things but you couldn’t help being caught off guard by his admission. It was after he left that your family had introduced you to the Philadelphian. “Keeping tabs?”
“Came up in conversation.”
“Course it did.” You rolled your eyes, unable to keep your guard up as you leaned closer to him, “You really screwed me over Tom.”
“How’s that?” He challenged, taking a sip of his drink, “far as I remember, you were moving on the moment I left. Now you’re telling me about moving on as if I’m doing something wrong? So what if after all this time I’m not still waiting on you.”
You faked a smile as someone came up behind Tom, clapping his shoulder and telling how impressive the fight was before offering to buy him a drink. You obliged, pouring the whiskey for him as the other man congratulated him again and finally moved on.
Patron gone, you could speak freely, “I think you’re remembering things wrong. It was you that left...trust me, I’ll never forget waking up that morning alone.”
Tom hesitated in his response, giving you time to walk away, grabbing drinks for someone else that had approached the bar, making small talk with a regular. By the time you looked back again, he was gone. The half empty glass of whiskey sitting on the bar and no sign of the sheriff in the weening crowd. You clutched the dish rag in your hand until you felt your knuckles turning white and heard Kate call your name, asking if you were alright. She was a keen observer and you almost wondered if asking her where Tom went would be a good idea. No doubt she knew but then she’d want to know why you needed to. And then you knew she’d pry, in that way she did that didn’t even feel like prying at all.
As the bar started to thin out to closing, just the few stragglers that never knew when to call it quits and the actual guests of the hotel were left in the lobby, you passed the towel to someone else and excused yourself from serving drinks. It was getting later than you liked to be out but you weren’t done having a conversation with Tom. You’d both spent more than a month avoiding each other in a town as small as a block in Boston but he’d ended that when he approached you in the bar. Now you needed to know what he wanted to say because otherwise you were certain you would burst.
Your mother always said it was the not knowing that killed a man and you supposed that was true about you as well.
So, dark already settled in, you headed out to Tom’s dwelling, a lantern glowing in the window of the little house. He was home then, at least. It was hell walking the distance at night but you supposed you should’ve been thankful that no prying eyes could see you. The gossip would've been hell if they could. Might still be hell.
“Tom,” you called out after knocking on the door and receiving no immediate answer. “I know you’re in there...can we talk?”
The door swung open, Tom crowding the door way as he leaned against the frame, “what’s there to talk about? What’s left?”
You weren’t really sure how to answer that. Honestly, what else could either of you say about what happened between you in Boston. All you knew was that he had finally started talking to you and you were terrified that he would stop. That’d you have to watch him with that Abby Walker or someone else in town that caught his eye and you’d be wishing it was you. Knowing that every man you’d been with came second to him, even after all this time.
“I...” you paused, shook your head, tried to regroup. Tried to leave all the nonsense and bullshit out at the door and be honest with him, “I just wanna keep talking. I don’t want to stop hearing your voice.”
For a beat, neither of you moved, just standing there in the doorway of his cabin staring at each other until finally he stepped to the side, just enough that you could slip passed him. So you did, and the door closed after you, latch locking it into place, keeping you and Tom from the rest of Independence, if only for the night.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tim Drake (DCU)/Danny Fenton
Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Danny Fenton
Additional Tags: Tim Drake's Birds, Danny Fenton is Not Okay, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Tim Drake Needs Love (DCU), Birds, inspired by a drawing
Summary:
Tim got used to it. The organized chaos. The chirping and cooing and occasional feathers in his coffee. The flock of doves following him around and nesting in his drawers. The murder of crows bringing him shiny trinkets and stealing his pens. It became his normal.
For over a year and some change, the Nest felt full. Lively. Predictable, even.
Until the day he came home from patrol, coffee in one hand, data chip in the other…
…and found a raven sitting on his desk.
Just—there. Like he owned the place.
Staring.
Silent.
Still.
Like a ghost.
And Tim—Tim just blinked and said, "Okay. That's new."
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Drake (DCU)/Danny Fenton
Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Danny Fenton
Additional Tags: Comedy, Crack Treated Seriously, Gotham University (DCU), Gotham University Student Danny Fenton (DCU), Tim Drake is a Menace (DCU)
Summary:
Steph: All I’m saying is, if you ever want to kiss the guy, maybe stop digging through his trash.
Tim: I literally said he might turn into a rogue! How does that translate to "I want to kiss him," Steph?
Steph: I dont know, maybe the eighteen minutes you spent talking about his eyes?
Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Danny Phantom, Super Sons (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tim Drake (DCU)/Danny Fenton, Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne
Characters: Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton, Tim Drake (DCU), Jonathan Samuel Kent, Jazz Fenton, Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Professionals, Danny Fenton is a Little Shit, Damian Wayne is Not Robin, medical drama
Summary:
Dr. Danny Fenton splits his time between Gotham’s hospitals and patching up the forgotten souls of Crime Alley—including one very persistent vigilante who keeps showing up with more injuries and more feelings.
Dr. Damian Wayne disapproves of the emotional chaos that Dr. Fenton brings, even if his boyfriend thinks Daniel is his "new bestie".
Jason Todd, meanwhile, is very distracted by Jazz Fenton, the new social worker turning his gang into something dangerously close to functional.
Scalpels, secrets, and slow-burn romance—Gotham’s got it all.
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tim Drake (DCU)/Danny Fenton
Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Danny Fenton
Additional Tags: Tim Drake's Birds, Danny Fenton is Not Okay, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Tim Drake Needs Love (DCU), Birds, inspired by a drawing
Summary:
Tim got used to it. The organized chaos. The chirping and cooing and occasional feathers in his coffee. The flock of doves following him around and nesting in his drawers. The murder of crows bringing him shiny trinkets and stealing his pens. It became his normal.
For over a year and some change, the Nest felt full. Lively. Predictable, even.
Until the day he came home from patrol, coffee in one hand, data chip in the other…
…and found a raven sitting on his desk.
Just—there. Like he owned the place.
Staring.
Silent.
Still.
Like a ghost.
And Tim—Tim just blinked and said, "Okay. That's new."
