Prompts:
Day 1: "I lie to Batman" | Friendship | Young Just Us
Day 2: Accidental Sibling Acquisition | Hope | Wing AU
Day 3: Family | Neglect | Identity Crisis
Day 4: Training | Touch Starvation | Time Travel
Day 5: Red Robin | "Skill issue." | Tim Drake's Missing Spleen
Day 6: Rescue | Truth Serum | Camera
Day 7: FREE PROMPT | Skateboard | Identity Reveal
Alternate Prompts: Bird, Hurt/Comfort, Coffee/Energy Drinks
Tim Drake Week will run January 5th - 11th, 2026!
Each day, you are invited to create something (fanfic, fanart, meta, moodboards, poetry, etc.) based on one, two, or three of the prompts for that day. If you would like, you can substitute one of the Alternative Prompts, which can be used on any day. The final day has a "Free Prompt," which you can use to create something about Tim Drake without following any prompt. You do not have to do every day to participate, you can combine days, and you can do multiple works per day if you would like!
In general, you can interpret each prompt however loosely you want, and for quote prompts, you definitely don't have to use the exact quote. Each prompt also has a song corresponding to it in the playlist. There is also a playlist guide so that you can know what songs there are if you don't use Spotify.
If you post on Tumblr, you can use the tag #timdrakeweek2026 or @ this blog (@tim-drake-week). There's also the AO3 Collection (Tim_Drake_Week_2026). This blog will reblog all posts that I see in the tag or that @ me.
For your filtering, this blog will tag reblogs with #reblogs, the day, the prompt(s), media type, any non-Tim characters, any romantic or sexual ships (with full character name/full character name as it would appear on AO3, as well as the ship name if I know it), and any warnings. Anything explicit will be tagged #explicit. Example: #reblogs #day 4 #touch starvation #art #bernard dowd/tim drake #timbern #bernard dowd. Please filter out tags you don’t want to see.
Because I am not able to read/see every work posted (due to time constraints and personal boundaries), some warnings or characters may be untagged if they are not in the original post’s tags.
June 1st: Eclipse
-Elaine & Duke
-Badly Injured
-Luke Fox
-Post-Crisis AU
June 2nd: Community
-We Are Robin
-Trans Duke Thomas
-Pre-Robin
-Duke Thomas Joins the Batman-Family Early AU
June 3rd: Light & Shadow
-Fears & Phobias
-Glowing Eyes/Blood
-Hallucinations
-Band AU
June 4th: Growth
-Team Leader
-Physical Affection
-Zero Year/The Riddler
-Reverse Robins AU
June 5th: Sunlight
-Time Travel
-Poetry
-The Power Company
-Immortal Duke Thomas AU
Bonus Prompts:
Duke is Batman, The Outsiders, Signal & Static, Fantasy, Wrestling, League of Assassins, Vampires, Soulmates, Symbiote, Jedi, Gnomon, Future Career, Villain AU, Fashion, Found Family, Wings, Avatar The Last Airbender, Bumblebees, Young Justice, Dungeons & Dragons, Demigod, Pokemon, Robin War Aftermath, Animal, Civilian, Running Away, Medieval, Lantern, Knightfight, Wolfwalker, Jace Fox
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All bonus prompts can be used in place of or alongside the week's prompts.
If you create something for Duke Thomas Week 2026 tag this blog @dukethomas-week to be rebloged here!
Thank you to everyone who participated in Tim Drake Week 2026, whether by writing, making fanart, or engaging with the fanworks! I hope you all have had as much fun as I did.
If you still have something that you want to make for Tim Drake Week, late works are definitely accepted! I will continue to reblog works that @ this blog, and the AO3 collection will remain open indefinitely.
If you want to participate in another Batfamily event, fear not! There are a lot of events going on in the DC fandom, especially during January-February. Some similar (weeklong general events focused on a Tim-related character or team) events include:
@casscainweek - January 26th - February 1st
@batfamily-week - February 23rd - March 1st
@dickgraysonweek - April 6th - April 12th
@dukethomas-week - June 1st - June 5th
@yj98week - June 21st - June 27th
There are also some upcoming fandom events about Tim, with more specific focuses:
@timkonfluffweek - February 1st - February 8th
@jokerjuniortimweek - February 15th - February 21st
@transtimdrakeweek - July 13th - July 19th (I can't verify that this is the 2026 date, but I think it is)
You can check out @dc-fandom-events for more, including broader DC events that you could include Tim and other Batfamily members in!
Maybe the real skill issue was the friendship we made along the way
"You know as well as I do that you’re not walking away from an explosion like that unhurt,” said Hood over the comm.
Tim levered himself upright painfully, biting back a groan. The world spun around him.
“Sk- skill,” he took a shallow breath, “issue.”
“You’re concussed,” said Hood flatly. “And if you’re not, then you will be when I’m through with you.”
For @tim-drake-week 2026 day 9: Skill Issue, and the BTHB prompt ears ringing.
Warnings: IDK how to tag this, and it’s not super explicit, but Tim reflects on a time when he was suicidal, and how he’s been recovering from that. So small bits of suicidal thoughts, but they quickly turn hopeful? Just in case.
Summary: Tim teaches his boyfriend how to skateboard and reflects on the past few years.
Note: DC stands for Disregard Canon. Also this is the last day of this event, so thank you @tim-drake-week for giving us such a fun time!
The sun was starting to set, painting the skate park in pinks and golds. Tim watched in amusement as his boyfriend tried to do a turn on his skateboard for what felt like the hundredth time.
After a few wobbly almost-collisions with a group of middle schoolers, Bernard gave up and walked in a defeated line back to where Tim was.
“How do you do this, babe? It’s literally impossible.”
“The thirteen year olds roasting you that hard?”
“Hey, thirteen year olds are the meanest people in the world. They terrify me to this day,” Bernard plopped down on the bench.
Tim patted his shoulder. “There, there, teddy bear. You’ll get there eventually. It just takes time.”
“How much time?”
“Well I’ve been doing this since I was like ten so…”
His boyfriend groaned and dramatically draped an arm over his face. “So I’m gonna be thirty by the time I catch up to ya?”
“Probably.”
Bernard made more sounds of protest and went back to try again, but the conversation got Tim thinking. Thirty. Damn. Somehow he never envisioned that one coming.
Then again there was a point where he hadn’t envisioned anything past seventeen.
His mom died. His dad was in a coma and then had to do intense recovery after he woke up. His best friend died. His other best friend died. He tried to clone him. His team turned to shambles, two of his brothers tried to kill him, the other brother tried to suggest Arkham time, his mentor fell into the mother fucking time stream and nobody but him believed it until he sold his soul to get him back— and his spleen.
Yeah. After all that, it was a little hard to answer “what’s your five year plan?”
But now, sitting in this skate park watching his boyfriend take another goofy, wobbly gamble at one of his own favorite hobbies (hey, he had hobbies again!) he felt like maybe revisiting that question was actually a possibility.
His best friends had come back. His brothers were mostly forgiven (until the next time they messed with his coffee). His mentor had been rescued. His team was back together.
It had taken walking through Hell…but he hadn’t stopped in Hell.
“Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa!”
Tim snapped back to the present. His boyfriend’s arms were flailing everywhere as the board sped forward, a wild look of panic on his face.
Bernard crashed into Tim’s arms, the skateboard flying out behind him. They landed on top of one another in a tangle of limbs.
Bernard turned bright red and face planted onto Tim’s chest. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, Tim! God I’m a mess why can’t I— why are you laughing?”
Tim, to his own surprise as well, was laughing. Really laughing, the kind that shook his whole body and forced him to smile wide. The kind that felt like it was chasing all the bad feelings away.
He couldn’t even articulate why this made him laugh harder than he had in years. But it felt good.
He brushed Bernard’s golden hair out of his face (it was so soft) and cupped his boyfriend’s face in his hands. “I love you,” he smiled, giving Bernard a small kiss on his nose.
“Pfft, I love you too. Now please tell me you’re not saying this because you’re hiding the concussion I just gave you and are about to keel over.”
“First off, I promise I’m not concussed. Head didn’t event hit the ground. Second off, me? Hide an injury? Never.”
Tim sat up, the concrete growing cold on his legs. The sun was officially set now, the skate park in a dull blue haze. Before he could stand, Bernard had his face buried in his stomach and arms wrapped around him.
“You’re damn right never. Never again. Right, Timmy?”
There would still be nights where he would come home bloody after tortuous fights. There would still be days where he would want to burn the world down. There would still be times when Tim wanted to curl up in bed and let the weight of the world crush him.
But no more hiding his injuries. No more charging into battle recklessly, not caring if he lived or died. He had to live now— at least to thirty. To see Bernard learn how to skateboard.
He ignored the use of his loathed nickname. “Yeah, I got there.”
Core four racing au has been living in my brain. If anyone has a fic rec for smth like this PLEASE lmk. (Or if anyone knows how to start getting into f1 stuff I’d also love to know that)
Tim's always been a little weird about touch. Never reaching out, always shying away. It's not until they're doing some hands-on training that it occurs to Dick that Tim's oddness about physical contact might be an indication of something more serious.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Red Robin doesn't lift his head when Nightwing drops down. His hands are secured behind him, tied around the back of the metal chair that's bolted down in the center of the room.
His mask is still pressed over his eyes but his cheek is red and swollen. There's blood smeared over his mouth and down his chin from where the inside of his cheek must have cut on his teeth. Dick had watched them hit Tim over and over even as he’d refused to tell them the information they'd demanded.
Timothy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Winter Break
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@tim-drake-week Day 3: Family | Neglect | Identity Crisis
Characters: Tim Drake, Janet Drake, Jack Drake, Dick Grayson, Teen Titans
Summary: 10-year-old Tim Drake's winter break gets off to a rough start. He's spending Christmas and New Year's alone, the power won't turn on, and all the adults around him are turning a blind eye to his situation. But maybe he can make his winter break a good one, even if it takes braving the horrors of public transportation, a risky journey to New York City, and some light stalking.
don't you like it bigger, better? (do what you can)
@tim-drake-week Day 4: Training | Touch Starvation | Time Travel
Word count: 1.5k
Rating: G
Summary:
It’s been a while since Dick has talked to Tim.
He seems fine whenever Dick takes a headcount at dinner. He’s always there, nose in a book. It’s just- Dick can’t quite remember the last time he saw Tim and he wasn’t reading.
But Dick’s been studying for his N.E.W.T.s, and Cass and Jason are busy with O.W.L. prep, and Steph and Tim are in an off-again phase that followed an explosive argument, and Dick is coming to the realisation that Tim may have gone woefully undersupervised this year.
Songs: Do it for her, 7 o’clock , I was just a kid
Non-Tim Characters: Bruce
Ships: none
Warnings: none (as far as I’m aware)
Summary: Tim secretly craves more physical affection than just the pats on the back after training but can’t bring himself to ask for it.
Note: none
@tim-drake-week
“Robin! Remember your training!”
But I don’t have any training, Tim thought as another hit came at him. He managed to block it this time, pushing it off and diving to the side. He kicked out a leg but was too slow. He landed on the mat with a loud oof.
The training spar was over at that point. Tim laid on his back and gasped. He did have some training, but it was rough, and Batman— Bruce Wayne— did not go easy on him. Ever.
Yet he didn’t want to quit. If anything, the Bat’s stern attitude and distance made him want to do it even more.
Batman needed a Robin. A light by his side in the darkness to make sure he didn’t stray from truly helping the people of Gotham. And Tim was determined to give him that, no matter what it took.
As he got up and went towards the showers, Bruce grunted and approached him. Expecting a lecture on his sloppy performance, Tim tensed up.
Only to feel a steady hand pat his shoulder.
“Good work today. You improved.”
The man left for his own shower, leaving Tim short circuiting behind him. The touch on his shoulder lingered long afterwards, sending electric shivers of pride down his spine. He had improved. Bruce said he’d done well.
Batman thought he was doing good work.
Part of Tim was so proud of himself he could cry. The man, or more accurately the legend, whom he looked up to and idolized for his entire childhood, had just given him praise. Another part of him though, wished that it had lasted longer. That Batman could give him more than a pat on the shoulder and five grumbled out words.
But how selfish was that? The man was grieving his son, hurting, and here Tim was wishing for a hug when he himself already had plenty.
The pat on the back was good. The work he was doing was good.
Tim was good.
[… time skip …]
“Red Robin!”
Tim dodged as another hit came at him. He managed to block it, pushing it off and diving to the side. He kicked out a leg and swept Batman’s feet out from under him. The dark knight went down with a low oof.
Batman laid on the mat, gasping a little. Then, standing up, he smirked.
Tim eyed him suspiciously. “What’s that for?”
“Nothing. I just seem to remember another spar from a long time ago going almost exactly like this one. Except now you’re more confident. And experienced. And taller,” Bruce chuckled.
Tim remembered the day he was talking about. “Pfft, yeah, and I actually won this one.”
“Debatable.”
“It’s really not.”
Bruce actually laughed out loud. It was always a little jarring to see him like this. Lighter hearted, joking, not in the throes of grieving.
“You’ve grown up so much,” Bruce said fondly. He held out his arms, and at first Tim thought he was going to lead him to the bat computer, but suddenly the man’s arms were around him, squeezing into his space.
It was suffocating.
Tim’s brain short circuited. He had no idea why. Wasn’t this what he wanted? He had wanted Batman’s attention since he was a little kid, but now that he was getting it, it felt like electric shocks were running up and down his body. Like all he wanted to do was pull away from the attention but he couldn’t so he just… froze.
“Tim?”
Why didn’t he want it?
“Tim, are you ok?”
What was wrong with him?
“Do you want me to let go?”
No.
The simplest word in the dictionary wouldn’t come out of his mouth for some reason, and his body still felt electric from the unexpected touch, but Tim’s mind couldn’t let this go away. He lunged forward, pressing his body against Batman’s chest.
Bruce hesitated before re-wrapping his arms around Tim, the embrace firm and finally comforting as it should be.
“I’m sorry.”
“S’okay. I’m sorry too.”
“Don’t be. You know I’m proud of you, right? And that I always have been?”
Tim relaxed in Bruce’s arms but had no plans of letting go any time soon.
i wanna move out of this town (but everyone knows me)
@tim-drake-week Day 3: Family | Neglect | Identity Crisis
Word count: 3k
Rating: G
Summary:
Janet Drake was not a cruel mother, nor was she an unloving one.
Perhaps, Tim thinks, a little misguided on how a child should be raised. Always a bit surprised at how much effort it takes.
Still, he knows she loves him. It’s in every sliced apple, in every patch in his shorts (because she has never been one to indulge in frivolity or wastefulness). Even when that draws to an end, when the only footsteps in the house are his own and the manor starts to seem less like a home and more like a marble cage, he carries the warmth of her love with him.
That, and the bronze knife she gave him when he was seven.
