Usually, Tim is quite stoic about everything. He doesn’t really show interest in certain things.
Unless it’s about photography. Unless it’s about skateboarding.
The first time he showed any specific interest was when the Young Justice hung out at the arcade. Kon noticed Tim would look at the lights in the room, then at random people. At first, Kon thought he was admiring how attractive they were. But he saw Tim moving around, trying to find an angle.
“What are you doing?” Kon asked, unable to contain his curiosity. Tim jumped, then blushed slightly.
“I was finding an angle. I.. want to take photos of them.” Tim scratched the back of his neck, not meeting Kon’s eye.
“That’s cool.” Kon said. Because it was. Tim liked photography. That was cool.
Tim shrugged. “I guess.”
They left it at that. Kon got Tim new lenses and straps for his birthday that year.
Kon smiled as he watched Tim admire his new belongings.
—
The next time was when Kon flew to Gotham to hang out. He didn’t tell Tim prior, but he was sure he was free today. As he tracked down his heartbeat, he frowned at the unusual location.
When he touched down, he could hear the sound of a skateboard. He looked around to see Tim on his skateboard, looking free. He looked focused, but blissed at the same time. It looked like Tim was having fun.
So much fun that he didn’t notice him until Kon coughed.
Tim jumped, nearly stumbling on his board, and scooted over.
“Hey, Kon. What brings you to Gotham?” He was a little out of breath, his cheeks slightly red. Kon liked that look.
“I wanted to hang out. You’re usually free this time, so I.. yeah.”
“Oh sure. Let me just, put it away—“ Tim picked up his skateboard, ready to pack it.
“No! I don’t mind watching. In fact, you can keep going.” Kon blurted. He wanted to watch. Okay, that sounds a bit creepy, but he really wanted to watch.
“Ohhkay. Are you sure?”
Kon responded by nodding rapidly.
Tim slowly went back to where he was previously, just rolling around a bit until he was more comfortable.
He went onto the tricks later on, doing a flip and kneeling on his skate. Kon was in awe.
Kon was so concentrated on his actions that he didn’t notice Tim’s slight blush he had the whole time.
—
These days, Kon was getting closer to Tim. And Tim was slowly opening up. He started talking about his photography, and his skateboarding tricks. Kon was overjoyed.
He didn’t know why, but he enjoyed seeing Tim being so.. teenager-like. It was quite unusual on the all-serious-Batman’s-sidekick Robin, but Kon liked it. He wanted to see more of it.
“—what about you?” Tim asked, pulling Kon out of his thoughts.
“What?”
“What do you like to do?”
Kon didn’t know how to answer.
“Uh… watch you?” He said. That came out wrong. He immediately waved his hands, blushing furiously. “I meant, like admire you! Like, look at you while you do things! Not watch as in a stalking way, nope. I like watching you when you talk about photography, or when you do or even talk about your skateboarding, I find it really nice to look at you and—“
“Kon! I get it.” Tim was also blushing, and Kon wanted to crawl into a hole and rot. “I… understand.”
Which fanfiction sight does each robin use most frequently
They all use Ao3 (or really the DC equivalent which is Tales of Our Own) but Robin 1 and 2 sometimes still use other sites like Wattpad and ff.net cuz they get sentimental about it
always such a struggle when you get to the sex scene part of the fic you're writing and you're not horny at all. i don't know. their things were touching. without ANY underwear. the end.
Tim checking the Batcomputer's search history for a case, not knowing the last person to use it was Jason, absolutely hammered the night before :
- Arsenal hero shirtless
- Oliver Queen's son shirtless
- Roy Harper shirtless
- Roy Harper abs
- Roy Harper arms
- Roy Harper on a yacht shirtless
- Roy Harper "accidentally" shirtless
- Red Hood/Arsenal fanart
- Red Hood/Arsenal 100k words completed
- Red Hood/Arsenal hurt/comfort
- Red Hood/Arsenal only one bed
- Red Hood/Arsenal smut
Tim quietly closes the browser, walks away, and sends a single text in the groupchat : “Incognito Mode, guys. For the love of God, don’t forget the incognito mode.”
A long time ago, I like the concept of fire and water/ice blended perfectly together. I've first seen that in games: Fire Boy & Water Girl. I've seen that in movies: Elementals. And so much more. I recently haven't explored it much throughout these years since gradeschool, it's a fun one.
huge fan of- even if Sokka is generally a more brash/open person with his sexuality and flirts like there is no tomorrow- Zuko is one hundred percent the Arrogant 'this is about me and I am the important person here and no one else's opinion matters bc I am Better' person in their relationship
Like- Sokka will tease and taunt and lay his hand over Zuko's in the middle of a serious briefing and plop down into his lap and play with his hair and brush his foot along his calf while the entire court is just forced to sit there in silence and watch etc etc etc
but when Zuko has him pressed against the wall and is making him whimper and someone walks in on them with some Important news- Sokka is the one who flushes and tries to hide in embarassment while Zuko just keeps him in place and looks at the person with Boredom like 'what do you need? can it wait? great imma go back to fucking my boyfriend-" with zero shame
When the trailer for the new Avatar movie came out, I was hit with a propaganda I didn't know I need to satiate for a short while.
Take note, I HAVE NOT watch the entire series. And I KNOW who were the endgame.
So when I saw the propaganda for Zutara, the very first time, I was instantly hook. IT'S ENEMIES TO FRENEMIES TO LOVERS MAN. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO RESIST??
And yes, I did watch the movie afterwards, for science and Toph.
Bruce's baby (Jason's days in the League of Assassians and part time baby sitter)
I am writing a fanfiction about Jason Todd knowing about Damian Wayne's existence long before Bruce and his brothers did.
He chose not to tell him for a reason. After everything he had been through, he switched from a murderous plan of vengeance to a strategy of long-term revenge. This story chronicles Jason's journey as he navigates his role in Damian's life, aided by Talia, who does care for Jason, at least in her own way.
For the next eight years, Jason is the only Bat son who knows about Damian, helping to take care of him Around that time, Talia decides to introduce them to each other.
fanfic type: script for now
Jason sipped tea while waiting for Talia, added extra sugar and then took another sip to taste it. Smiling with a nod he continued drinking it. Talia entered the room, cradling a sleeping baby against her hip. Jason tilted his head, eyes wide. Seeing Talia with a baby threw him off balance.
Jason (wide-eyed): Is that a baby?
Talia (nodding): Yes.
Jason (worried, standing out of his seat): Is that… your baby?
Talia (firmly): Yes.
Jason gasped, covering his mouth in horror as Talia's jaw clenched, aware of the direction this conversation was heading.
Jason (panicking): Oh my god, did you take advantage of me? Is that MY baby?!
Talia (composed): In your mind, maybe!
The tiny baby yawned, sleepily.
Talia: In reality, we never had sex! I’ve said this over a hundred times! You trying to woo me was met with rejection! You were my student, close to my son before I had this one! I sure as hell wasn’t going to do that while you were underage and unhinged. What kind of person do you take me for?
Jason (bluntly): You… swear allegiance to your father at every turn, and I’ve seen how you’ve been with your obsession— oops, I mean, ex-husband. Excuse me for assuming the worst of you.
Talia (raising her voice): He was my ex-husband! Stupid annulment! And for the twenty-thousandth time, I did NOT have sex with you!
Suddenly, the baby sneezed, startling Talia. She turned him side to side, dipping him as if she were checking to see if the batteries in a toy were dead. The baby stretched his tiny hand to touch his mother’s nose.
Talia: Oh my habibi, I thought I scared you.
Returning the baby to her hip, Talia resumed speaking to Jason, who still looked incredibly confused.
Jason (jokingly): Then whose baby is it? Bruce's?
Jason chuckled, but Talia shot him an unamused glare. He tilted his head slightly, puzzled by her lack of laughter or clarification.
Talia (sighing): He is the father.
Jason's eyes widened in surprise, then he shook his head, hesitating to believe it.
Jason (doubtful): No, he’s not.
Talia (serious): He is.
Jason (refusing to believe Bruce folded): No… No, he’s not.
Talia (through gritted teeth): Yes. He. Is.
Jason: Bruce is a lot of things, and I don't care for him at the moment, but there's no way he laid down with you and conceived a child. That's a baby! You would've had to sex— gross thought, with him about a year ago.
Talia (flatly): That’s typically how conceiving a child works.
Jason (shaking his head): You’re serious… He can’t be the father. No way.
Talia held up her index finger, pulled out her phone, and dialed her father.
Talia (when he answers): Father, please confirm for Jason that the DNA test revealed Bruce is the father of our beloved child.
Ra's Al Ghul (sobbing): Stop reminding me of that! I only want to focus on him being an assassin, not related to that man!
Talia ended the call and looked at Jason smugly.
Talia: There you go.
Jason leaned forward, squinting to study the baby’s facial features. After a few seconds, his eyes widened again as he noticed the baby had the same resting angry face as Bruce.
Jason (stunned): You and him…had him? Oh my god. Oh my god, it actually happened! The supposed tough dark knight who never folds, folded for a booty call! Yes!
Jason began to chuckle, which quickly escalated into fits of laughter. He sat down, still laughing, while Talia tapped her foot impatiently.
Talia (offended): It was NOT a booty call! Our night of passion was unforgettable…especially since the condom did, in fact, break. Damn gas station contraceptives!
Jason (between laughs): You used the ones from the gas station? Hahaha! Wait, wait, who had the condom?
Talia: He…did. They were in his wallet.
Jason burst into laughter, throwing his head back in hysteria to the point where he had to cover his mouth. Talia, incensed, could only glare at him.
Jason (enjoying this): You're both relatively smart people; how did you mess up that badly?
Talia let out an exhausted exhale, refusing to respond.
Jason (correctly guessing, having been around these people for a long time): I get it—you don’t want to answer. Mind if I take a guess? No need to respond. I wasn’t around because of traveling and mercenary work, and he was more depressed than usual, and you just happened to be there at the right time. You two did the nasty. Then he had — can’t believe I’m saying this — post-nut clarity and decided this was it. You two would no longer be together, but oh no, you ended up pregnant. Did I miss anything?
Talia (her eyes shifting downward, debating if it was a mistake to bring the baby in): He… was always downtrodden, and we were on good terms at the time. Okay, not… good terms, but that first Robin wasn't around, and he needed consoling. I told him I might be pregnant, and he was excited, but knowing how he views my life, he'd want our child with him, so… I lied about a miscarriage.
Jason: Ah, okay, that makes sense. He seriously had sex with you—like, awake and everything?
Talia nodded, sucking her lips in as her brows furrowed in anger.
Jason: Wow! This is a lot hilarity to take in and— Hold up, you two had sex while I was planning to kill him and Joker? You have got to be kidding me! I- I I should be furious! Yet, I can't stop laughing.
Jason laughed harder, leaning back in his chair and covering his eyes, doubled over at the humorous situation.
Talia: Go ahead, let it out.
Jason nodded and threw his head back, laughing until he fell back in his chair. His feet kicked as he guffawed at the revelation. The little baby giggled for a moment, mostly at seeing someone else laugh. Talia held the baby, who had been quietly observing their banter, close to her face.
Talia: Big Brother Jacy doesn’t understand that you are the love child of a perfect pair.
Jason laughed harder, covering his eyes. The "perfect pair" description was deeply ironic, given everything he knew about both parents. After a minute, he finally composed himself, letting out a happy sigh at the new material to mock Bruce with.
Talia (seriously): Do not tell Bruce. He’s not ready to meet him yet.
Jason stood up and pushed in his chair but decided to stand instead. He wiped his brow; he hadn't laughed that hard in years.
Jason (grinning): Ah, yes, the miscarriage lie. You didn’t tell him about his son yet. That’s another smart choice from you. He's totally going to want to be with you after he finds that out you loon. Whew, I needed that. And no worries, I won’t tell him a thing.
Talia (deadpan): Jason, as much amusement as you find in this, I’m serious about keeping your mouth shut. If you tell him in any way, I have men who can make your death look like a suicide or render you a vegetable.
Jason patted Talia on the shoulder, unfazed by her threats to his second life. Talia's brows furrowed annoyed.
Jason (sincerely): Chill, Talia. The secret is safe with me until you’re ready to tell him. It’s the perfect revenge plan, and I could use some hush money.
He crossed his arms with a smirk. Talia glared at Jason, but after a few seconds, she knew he wasn't afraid of her in this situation.
Talia (rolling her eyes while cradling the baby): You’re going to find a way to tell him to get back at me regardless of the threats?
Jason: Oh yeah. I will meet God or Satan and have them send a message if I have to. I stopped fearing you a few years ago. I take cash payments and direct deposits. And when you do tell him, send me pictures or a video of his reaction.
Talia (aggravated sigh): You’re so unserious.
Jason: Thanks for the compliment. What’s the kid’s name, by the way?
Talia (pondering): I’ve been debating different names. Father wanted me to name him…Ra's Jr.? I would rather die than name him that. I eventually decided on a more american name, Damian. Damian Wayne for my cute wittle habibi.
She softly rubbed her son's cheeks with a fist, eliciting a giggle from the infant. Talia took a moment to stare at her son with something she rarely showed: motherly happiness. That stopped when she heard Jason chuckle again.
She ignored his judgmental smirk, returning to the present topic.
Talia (defensively): No judgment! I’ve always wanted a baby with Bruce. Never tell my father I showed that type of affection. He hasn't demonstrated it for a long time, and his head might explode seeing me give it to my child.
Jason (teasing): I might bring it up one day to piss him off.
Talia (warning): If you do—
Jason (interrupting): Yes, yes, you'll toss me into the river or whatever.
Talia: I- My word, I wanted to introduce you to Damian because technically you're brothers, yet you aggravated me. Be happy I see you as family regardless of your incorrected ill will toward Bruce. You're the only one I can say is his brother— unlike that…Nightwing.
Talia spat on the ground as if she had poison on her tongue. Jason coughed, wanting to alert Talia that he was actually on good terms with Dick, but her sneering lip displayed her animosity toward the hero.
Talia: Would you like to visit more and spend time with him? I need help raising him until I tell Bruce; my father isn't the best at parenting anymore.
Jason glanced at the baby resting his head against Talia's chest. The baby was cute, and unlike his parents, Jason didn’t have a vendetta or indifference toward him.
Jason: I’ve always wanted a younger brother. You are paying me, so sure, I’ll spend time with him. I can rub that in Bruce's face later.
Talia (raising her eyebrow): Not the healthiest mindset, but okay.
Jason: Oh right, because you're in a position to judge me. The woman who had sex with her ex-husband who hasn't had a stable relationship with a woman since I was a kid and then sired a child due to a broken gas station condom. Priceless!
Jason walked off, leaving Talia alone with her son. She groaned, raising an eyebrow in annoyance, but when she heard her baby yawn, she looked down at him and nuzzled her nose against his cheek.
Talia (softly): I don't care what he or anyone else has to say; you're my baby, and you’re precious.
i like a jason that genuinely was a textbook perfect child before he died, and he started going back to that goody-two-shoes way of life after reconciling with the bats. it’s just kinda in his nature; he likes the attention and the fact that bruce lets him get away with so much because ‘he’s such a good kid’, and he likes knowing he’s better than his siblings.
the rest of the batkids are absolutely disgusted by this dynamic, by the way. all the adults around them think jason is a fucking angel, and it drives them insane because the second bruce and alfred turn their backs, jason is a complete asshole of a brother. and there’s nothing they can do about it because in everybody elses eyes this man practically shits gold.
*at breakfast*
Jason: oh hey, Alfred, sit down; i’ll do the dishes. you just enjoy the food.
Alfred, smiling: why thank you, Master Jason. i believe i’ll take you up on that, the sunroom is lovely and sunny right now.
Jason: you just relax and enjoy it then :)
Jason, the second Alfred leaves to sit down with his food: *shoves Tim off his stool and steals his food* this is mine now, you go do the dishes.
Tim: ?!?!?!?!
~
*Damian and Jason at the league*
Ra’s, begrudgingly pleased: you have certainly surpassed my expectations, Todd. i have to say, my daughter made a good choice bringing you into our ranks.
Talia: you truly are worthy of being an Al Ghul heir.
Jason: :D
Damian, face flat: you know he didn’t even do the mission you assigned him, right? he hired a mercenary and went to Legoland.
Jason: *kicks him in the shin* HA! as if! man, little kids say the darnedest things… i thought i taught you better than that Damian!
Ra’s: yes… Damian, perhaps we should up your training until you learn not to spread lies in an attempt to tear your brother down. you could learn from him, you know.
Damian, loudly: i am going to kill myself.
~
Jason, walking through the manor: *accidentially knocks over an antique ceramic decoration, smashing it*
Jason:
Jason: *locks eyes with Dick from across the hall*
Dick: don’t-
Jason: BRUCE, DICK BROKE YOUR THING-
Dick: god DAMMIT JASON-
~
Bruce: *giving a mission brief on the batcomputer*
Jason: *shoots Tim with a slingshot*
Tim: *yelps*
Bruce, turning around: what’s happening?
Tim: Jason’s-!
Jason, slingshot hidden behind his back: oh, what? i what, Tim? because it seems like all i can fucking do is disappoint this family nowadays, i don’t even know why i fucking came home when none of you seem to like me being around,
Tim: YOU LITERALLY-
Bruce, snapping: ok that’s enough. Tim, don’t be rude to Jason, he hasn’t done anything wrong. if you can’t get a hold of yourself then you’ll just have to be benched for the night, understood?
Tim: ARE YOU- SERIOUSLY?!?!?
Bruce: yes. not another complaint. *turns back to the batcomputer*
Jason, grinning: *brings out his slingshot*
Tim, dead inside: i miss being an only child.
like, Jason’s a good brother, and he’ll have his siblings’ backs in anything. but he’s also the prodigal son that everybody mourned and it’s the biggest get out of jail free card in existence and he 100% abuses it at any and all opportunity.
