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i want damian to bond with tim because tim's the only grave brother he has. like, dick and jason are idiots. they came straight from the golden era and have been through so much bullshit in their lives that the only thing they have going for them is their level of whimsy; so they treat everything like it's a scooby-doo adventure. damian grew up having to be jason's impulse control at the league and by the time he gets to gotham he's so fucking tired. dick isn't any different, because dick takes one look at damian and goes 'yeah this kid hasn't smiled once in the past five years i need to give him a childhood' and he just will not take anything seriously. in damian's mind, dick is just jason if jason was real fuckin' bendy, and damian's so over that.
but tim? fucking- joined the squad to stop batman from killing/suiciding himself on the street? had the deaths of all his loved ones faked as a fucking 16th birthday present? fucking joker junior? yeah tim doesn't have time to fuck around. damian considers tim a rival right up until they're working together on a case and tim says 'ok no messing around if we do this right we can get the job done in three minutes no bullshit,' and damian decides right then and there this is his favourite brother and they will be best friends.
la petite mort.
pairing: regulus black x reader.
song inspiration: greedy by tate mcrae.
author's note: you guys, the wonka press tour is going to be the death of me. timothee looks so hot and therefore it gave me extra inspiration to finish this little piece.
Regulus Black was first and foremost a gentleman.
Before you started dating, Regulus was adamant about courting you properly. Your boyfriend was a bit old-fashioned that way, but you absolutely adored it. During your first date, Regulus took you out to the fanciest restaurant in town, opened the door for you, pulled out your chair, and didn’t even blink twice before sliding his card down when the check came.
Ever since then, Regulus spoiled you rotten. Every day, he walked you to class, carried your bag and books, and even left sweet little notes for you to find throughout the day. In the eyes of the public, Regulus Black was the picture of the perfect gentleman, but in private, your boyfriend was anything but.
Can you pleasssseeee make part 3 of the son of Anubis Tim au its soooo good also is there a fic for it cuz I rlyyyy need one rn
I am working on it, since it is a hc I love so much.
I don't know about a fic like this. I know before I thought of that concept I haven't seen something close to it, so I can't give you a fic.
part 2 of Tim is the son of Anubis AU
There are many mysteres in Gotham. One of them is what the hell is wrong with the third Robin.
Over time even the rogues became to notice how weird everything about Red Robin was.
Drugs didn't work on him. Not unless they gave him enough to OD. Even then he was sluggish, but not completely out of it.
Fear toxin was not an exception. Sure, he saw Ra's or his "parents" or Daddy Joker or even Batman during his grieving period but he didn't loose touch with reality. He was hallucinating but it might as well be nothing. It drove Scarecrow mad. It pushed him to perfect the toxin time and again, to no avail. Red Robin was (mostly) unaffected.
Ridder was presented a riddle he cannot solve. The third Robin was always playing along and solving his riddles but he remain unscathed from the traps. No matter how comlcated, no matter how deadly.
Penguin's deals, if they are about extremely dangerous things, are always ruined by the third bird just stalking out of the shadows in a room, that was proven clear minutes before.
Two-Face's coin always lands on its side when Tim is concerned. As if fate itself doesn't dare do something to the boy.
Poison Ivy figured out deathcamma, hemlock and certain nightshades (or any other plants that are poisonous to jackals) and Red Robin do not mix. It was the closest situation to death anyone has seen him in. Ivy is, to this day, the only one that knows about that.
Joker...
Joker is terrified.
After his attempt to make a son out of Robin, after he failed, after the bird was safe in the nest, he had gotten a visitor. He was in his hideout, planning the next attack, when the room became freezing cold. It reminded him of a morgue, but... it was somehow colder. It was freezing his very soul. Or whatever version of it he had.
Joker was not familiar with fear. Sure, he felt psycotic happiness, rage, annoyance, but fear was not something that he experienced often, if at all.
As he was looking around, trying to get sense of what was happening, he saw shadows moving, growing, shaping into a silhouette. But the more it formed, the clearer it became - that thing was not human. Neither did it took the shape of one.
For the first time in a long time the Joker had no smart remarks, no quips, no jokes. The thing began to speak in a language that didn't sound anything close to human. After it saw that it wasn't being understood it paused for a second then began speaking again.
"You have hurt something of mine." The voice sounded as if it were composed of millions of voices, young and old, whispering and shouting. "Someone I hold dear."
The Joker kept quiet. He wasn't sure what would come out if he tried.
"Do you have nothing to say?"
"I..." Was it normal for the mouth to be this dry? The Joker did not know. "I have hurt many people." He tried his usual act - the arrogant psychopath for whom everything was a joke. It sounded hollow.
"I am aware. Many of them I've met in passing."
"N-not a lot survived." That came out more afraid than threathening.
"I have met those who didn't."
Joker gulped. Then began to think. Then came to the realization that this made no sense.
"Who... what are you?"
"Unfortunately, those questions will remained unanswered. At least until we meet again."
"When should I expect that?"
"When your time comes. No sooner. No later."
"W-what if I hurt that someone again?"
At that the creature's eyes snapped towards him. Or he thought so, since he couldn't exactly see them.
"You should hope not. For then I shall not be as merciful."
At that, the Joker laughed. He laughed so much he doubled over.
"Ha! If this speech is all you do now, I cannot even immagine what you'll do when- ha! Should I be scared? Oh, no. I should call my pal, the Bat. He would protect me."
The thing tilted its head.
"I wouldn't be so sure. He failed to protect mine." It snarled then stopped to look the mad man infront. "Do not be mistaken. I am not here only to speak."
A frown appeared at Joker's face, but then the laughter came back.
Hey, this shouldn't hurt.
It should be funny.
This time, however, the laughter did not stop. Not when it wasn't funny anymore. Not when his lungs started to strain. Not when his knees gave out from the force of the laughter and lack of oxygen. Not when tears started streaming down his face. Not when he slit his throat. Not when the blood pooled beneath him.
So much of it. And yet...
Not enough.
Huh.
He should have died by now.
He should have...
He shouldn't be laughing. Is this what his precious Joker Venom did? Why is he affected? He shouldn't be.
This isn't fair!
Still laughing, still dizzy, still hurting, still bleeding, Joker looked up. The creature was still here, though it seemed to be closer now. It leveled with him and just kept watching.
Laughter was still pouring out of the clown's mouth, but there seemed to be a word he was trying to say.
After watching him struggle, the thing before him finally spoke up.
"What? A joke caught your voice?"
Hey, the Joker thought, this isn't funny.
"Is there something you wish to say?"
The Joker tried again and again, but no word came out. His mouth was dry, his lips starting to split from the effort.
"What was that?"
"P - Please..."
"Please what?"
"Make it stop."
"Make what stop?"
"The pain."
"It hurts?"
All that answered him was a whine.
"Plea-"
"Did he beg?"
"Wh- Who?"
"My son."
"I- I don't-"
"Robin. Did he beg when you tried to make him yours?"
If it was possible the Joker would have paled.
There was no way that thing was Robin's father.
"I- I am sor- ry."
"I am not."
The laughter was still not ending, the blood still poured, the pain was becoming unbearable and...
And the there was nothing.
When Joker woke up, he was in Arkham, in chains. This time, he didn't start plotting to escape right away. This time his laugh didn't haunt the halls of that godforsaken asylum. For a long time there were no more cruel jokes in his blood, but chill and fear in his bones.
And when he got out he didn't go after Robin. At least not until the next one came. He poked and provoked the bats, but as soon as the third bird showed up, he fled. He didn't dare harm him again. And in the quiet nights, when he had fooled himself that there is nothing to worry, he saw a silhouette. Never again was it this close, but it was there. To remind him. To watch him. To judge him.
Kon: It's almost time for the party, Tim. Are you finished yet?
Tim, walks out of the bathroom: We're not going to be late. How do I look?
Kon, unbuttoning his shirt: Oh, we're definitely going to be late.
Part 3 to Tim being adopted by the Queens
Here is part 1 and part 2.
VERY IMPORTANT! I have not consumed a single media about the Queens. This is based on pure imagination. Why I choose the Queens, we will never know... Excuse the mischaracterization. If you don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that.
Enjoy!
"So, yeah. That is about it."
"I am sorry. You have been out in the field for months and you told no one about your missing spleen?!" B sounded at the verge of a heart attack.
"It's in my medical file. I update it every time something happens." At that Oliver snorted.
"You update your file?" Tim rolled his eyes.
"Fine. You update it. Same thing. " Dinah looked as if she was going to argue, so Tim kept going. "Moving on. Um... Yeah, you guys didn't have to come all the way here. I know that you were at the zoo and the hospital is, like, halfway across the city. I already told you that I won't be able to patrol for the next three days because I was going away, so this wouldn't have affected anything."
"We were worried about you, baby bird." Jason said softly.
"Oh." Tim looked surprised, as if he hadn't even thought of that. As if he thought they wouldn't care. That realization hurt more than anything.
Roy sent Jason a strained smile and moved to hug Tim. The silence was filled with so much anguish that no one knew what to do.
In the end, Conner spoke up.
"Well, he is mostly fine. You need not worry." he paused for a moment as if wondering whether to keep talking. "His family is with him."
Damian knew words can hurt more than a blade. He was rather skiled in that department. And yet, no training could have stopped that blow.
He cleared his throat and looked straight at Timothy.
"I expect that this will not affect our usual Friday meetings. I have found out that your style of music is... acceptable."
Tim's face beamed at that.
"I wouldn't dare miss it. Though it won't be face to face."
"I will remember this for next time."
"Friday meetings? What do you two even talk about?" Dick seemed to want to keep going but then a different thought crossed his mind. "Hang on. Do the two of you... get along?"
"Yeah..." Steph jumped in "Since when?"
"Since I was able to swallow my pride and realised that I don't... dislike Timothy. That my resentment came from jealousy, not superiority. Also since he is always down to... help me hide another pet. And the fact that he is a far more of a dangerous foe than I thought."
"Oh, well, that is great. It so nice that you are finally getting along. " Bruce started. Then the words finally sank in. "I am sorry, he is helping you with what?"
"Not important." Tim chimed in. "Be glad that it is over now."
"I am, of course I am, but you can't just - "
"Can't just what?" Oliver spoke up, glaring at Bruce. "Bond? Move past trauma? Be siblings?"
"That is not - "
"Of course it isn't. That would be unacceptable." he looked at his watch. "Oh, look at the time. We have to get home. We have a family dinner planned." At that, Oliver turned around, gathered his youngest's things and helped him get up.
"We wouldn't want to overstay our welcome."
Five minutes later, everyone was ready to go. Bruce stood at the side with Oliver and watched his kids say goodbye to Tim.
"You know he is always welcome at my home, right?" Bruce asked. "He is as much my kid as the rest of them. Nothing would harm him."
"Nothing but you." Oliver hissed. "If you weren't so stubborn after Jason died and asked for help dealing with your grief, this wouldn't have happened. If you didn't go berserk, he wouldn't have felt obliged to become Robin. If you hadn't trained him as if he is nothing more than a vesselfor your cause, he wouldn't feel as if he is expandable. If you hadn't sent him away, he wouldn't have caught Shiva's attention. If you hadn't done what you did at his sixteenth birthday, you wouldn't have felt as if he couldn't trust us when you were lost in time. If your kids weren't... if they'd trusted him about you being alive he wouldn't have had to go to Ra's . Then he would still have his spleen. Then Paris wouldn't have happened. Then there wouldn't be flowers and gifts sent to my house, because Ra's wants him as an heir and as a - Then that pedophile wouldn't be pining after my underage son." he snarled.
"I don't want him here, because he doesn't feel welcome here. Because he isn't safe here. Because he everytime he s is here, he come back more broken and begs me to prove to him that he isn't unlovable, that while he is broken, it isn't beyond repair."
"I don't want him here because every time he comes back I have to lock every window, to hide every sharp object in case you have pushed him to the edge. I- " Oliver physically stopped himself from continuing. "I refuse to let him - because you can't see that you are - " he laughed humourlessly. "Do you have any idea how long it took for him to trust us? And every time he does, you ruin it." he stopped again and took a deep breath. "No, Bruce, if I have a say in it, Tim will not be alone in yourcity again. Thank God for Cass and Helena and Selena... and now Duke and Damian, because if they didn't put my son's life above your mission, we would be seeing each other way more."
"Dad!" Tim ran up to them. "Everything good to go?"
Oliver beamed "Of course, sweetheart. Lets' go home."
He took Tim's hand, led him to the others and then the Queens were off.
Neither Tim nor Oliver looked back.
Bruce stood there, frozen, even as his family came to him. He vowed then and there, that he would make things right. That he would make his son feel at home. And he knew that rest felt the same.
He only prayed that it wasn't far too late.
Actually no I’m not done talking about the Drake suit because where the FUCK did Tim get it? They were in the middle of a fight. Did he sew it? Did he just grab a random costume someone left in the cave? If so, who’s was it? I need answers, Timothy.
MY BOY!! HE HAS FRIENDS!!! THEY LOVE HIM!! THEY'RE HERE FOR HIM!! HE MISSED THEM!!
This group is so dear to me. They're so loyal to him. They will never give up on him.
Once a titan, always a titan, right?
Teacher: Mr. Drake! I want you to call your parents this instant!
Tim *pulls out an Ouija Board*: So this might take a minute.
Teacher: .....
Jason *watching through school cams*: Damn
Spreading my "Tim & Alfred the cat should be besties" agenda.
He does, in fact, like to have random little conversations with cats (relatable):
Robin (1993) #100
And cats like him!
Robin (1993) #100 & Young Justice (1998) #22
Tim likes cats. Cats like Tim. There's a cat in the house now. They'd hang out. Come on.
(and before anyone tries to turn it into Damian & Tim beef: nuh-uh, they bond over this actually. Because I said so :) )
Dick: Go to bed it’s 3am or else you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning
Tim: Jokes on you I’m going to hate myself in the morning regardless
I need a fic where it's obviously been some time since Damian came to Gotham, and his healing journey is going great. He is unlearning toxic behaviour, socializing, and being so, so loved because he's a child and it's what he deserves.
Now. There is one development Damian wasn't ready for. One he is not handling well.
Tim...is cool.
Like. Really cool.
The man's detective skills are on par with their Father's– hell, Tim is so intelligent that he had managed to capture his Grandfather's attention. Tim is brave and has amazing friends and a team and Richard looks at him like he hung the moon. Tim knows so much about cars and he skateboards and he has a great love life and he is cool.
(A smaller part of Damian is also in awe of Tim's compassion; he manages to care for both him and Jason, looks at them as his brothers, despite the fact that they both hurt him deeply.)
Damian is horrified every time he feels the desire to hang out with Tim. But like, he really wants to. He wants to patrol with him, and he wants to work on cases with him, and he wants to go to the movies with him, and he wants to ask his advice on stuff like dating.
And he tries! God knows he tries. But Tim is not...getting with the program.
Basically, it doesn't register to Tim that Damian asking to spar ten times in a row is Damian wanting his attention. He doesn't think that when Damian insults his apartment, it's his way of trying to get Tim to spend the night at the Manor. And he definitely doesn't get that when Tim is animatedly talking to Dick, Damian is upset because Tim is always talking to Dick, but he never talks to Damian.
Damian would really just like to stop wanting to spend time with stupid Drake of all people.
Headcanon that Tim just grows the tallest out of the Bats almost overnight. Tim is now like an inch taller than Jason. Damian is having a meltdown because he was "catching up" (he was not). Dick keeps chuckling and making "little brothers" jokes. Duke is just enjoying Jason spiralling and adding lifts into his boots. Tim doesn't even clock it, his brothers are just being weird as usual though Damian seems to really be losing it this time because he's walking around in boots that Tim is pretty sure that Sabrina Carpenter would wear on tour.
Bruce, tired as fuck from patrol, just frowns at Tim when the Bats are gathered for post-patrol cereal in the kitchen at 5am and being like "the fuck did that happen?"
Jack Frost's potential needs to be addressed.
Like.
Isn't the whole concept of the Guardians that the more people believe in them the stronger they are?
And what he did against Pitch Black right after the Sandy died? That was before anyone believed in him.
And when he was in that ice cave/cliff and fixed his staff. I think this is the equivalent of if Sandy was able to turn the Nightmares back into Dreams. (Which I think he didn't do, it was the kids that did it.)
There is so much raw potential and power in him. And they could have addressed that in a sequel or in any way. All that they did was for North to ask him how was he able to do that and they left it at that.
Anyway,
I needed to get this off my mind, so here you go.
Imagine Kon having dinner with the Batfam for the first time after making things official with Tim. He's prepared for the overprotective dad and siblings talk from Batman and co. Nightwing and Red Hood are chill so Kon isn't worried about them. Sitting across a kid with a sword isn't something he predicted but he's pretty sure Damian just wants to test his strength and the kid won't do anything to Jon's brother. Cas is standing in the corner, watching him without a word, but that's a typical bat family thing.
What Kon was not prepared for is the butler with a shotgun. When Kon enters the living room to wait for Tim, Alfred is there casually cleaning a shotgun. He tells him stories from the military days and his medals. When Alfred tells Damian to put away the sword and go do his homework, the kid actually listens to him. Kon is certain that Batman is not the scariest person in the manor.
But the entire time, Alfred adores Kon as an honourary son-in-law already. He has heard from Tim how much Kon has done for him. Alfred wants to make Kon feel at home in Wayne Manor. He's just very British with how he does things.