Kitten Verse: Titus
Verse: Tim as a Kitten!Verse
Summary: babybirdblues suggested Titus & Timmy
“My dog could easily crush Drake if I tell him too. This is most satisfactory.”
Jason stiffened but tried to relax himself. Damian wouldn’t be that stupid to attempt anything. Not with Tim being so vulnerable inside of Wayne Manor. Jason forced himself to remain calm and focus on the lunch that Alfred had made him. “You know it’s Tim? Colin finally caved?”
“It would not have taken me much longer to figure out. A weak, helpless little creature who…” Damian’s sentence trailed off and Jason turned around to see what had distracted him.
Titus was crouched down to the ground with his nose touched to Tim’s. Tim gave a single meow and Titus lowered himself even more and curled around the small kitten, providing a warm, safe place for him to nap. Tim meowed once more and licked Titus’ cheek before toddling over to settle between the Great Dane’s front legs.
Damian became doubly furious that night when Titus allowed the kitten to ride on his back around the manor.
By No Means
Summary: babybirdblues prompted “Jason works on a fishing boat and finds a young man hiding in the nets one day for some reason.”
Dreaming of Fairytales
Title: Dreaming of Fairytales
Verse: Flower Chains AU
Pairing: (future) DickTim
Warning:AU, gradual friendship to something more, childhood through adulthood, POV changes
Verse Summary: It’s difficult maintaining a friendship through elementary school until high school graduation. It is also difficult meeting someone you used to call your friend ten years later and learn you never knew him as well as you thought you did.
Chapter Summary: Tim’s first life lesson is that life isn’t like bedtime fairytales. His second is that, luckily for him, Dick isn’t a prince charming.
A/N: This is unbeta’d and I have been working on this on and off while jumping around in the timeline quite a bit despite being so out of practice, so I apologize for the quality.
Imagine Tims reaction if Bruce ever said he didnt need him to do anything. and Tim just sort of stares at him, floudering and then his voice raising slightly panicky. Are you sure? I can, I can file things? Organize the old files?
Man, I’m not sure why this brought on this thought I’m about to share but, like, can you imagine if/when Tim finds out that Bruce and Jason are hanging out again, and Bruce and Dick have always been so close, and then obviously Damian is just the real son. And Tim is just…
I imagine he comes over and Bruce and Dick are going to go get dinner or something and it’s just like, ‘Tim you should come! Come with, Tim! It’ll be fun,’ and it’s just like… every excuse for Tim to clear the fuck out of there and go home and choke on the feelings that have blocked up in his throat.
‘Oh I can’t i just wanted to drop this off for Bruce and I have to go feed my neighbors cat and I wanted to make sure that I have printer ink and like, it’s a quarter moon tonight so yeah… tonight’s not good. But you both have a great time okay.’
I’m just. I can’t. Nope nope noppppppp.
<3<3<3 pssst can it be the ohana verse? *sparkly eyes at you*
(YEAH! I was waiting for you to send in a heart, because I really want to show you that I am working on it! I have too many WIPs @m@)
Everything has to be perfect this year, considering how Dick’s gift had been broken last year.
When they’d presented the carousel, messily glued together, their older brother had ruffled their heads and pulled them into his arms. He’d said he loved it and kissed their tears as they began to cry.
Anything they do makes Dick happy. That’s why they can’t just do anything. Especially after he gives Tim Dad’s old camera, all cleaned and polished, for his birthday, and Damian a trip to the zoo for the whole family. He gives them everything they need, and more, and it’s their turn to return the favor.
I'm late I know but happy birthday! I hope you had a pretty good one, period aside. ovo Here's something quick. 'Tim groans. Dick keeps teasing him: running his hands up and down Tim's thighs. He can barely hold back his moan - he feels the handcuffs dig into his wrists as he twists - barely stop himself from arching as Dick swallows him. A keen escapes Tim's mouth when he flicks his tongue. "Di-ick." Dick chuckles as he looks up at Tim from under his eyelashes. "I want you to scream for me."'
Oh gosh that was hot fffff
Dick, you are such a tease hrnnnnnngg
"Mr. Cobblepot you should get me a nanny." Tim says, struck with the brilliance of his idea. He scoots over where he's perched on the bar-table so that he's sitting next to Mr. Cobblepot. "And why would I do that?" The man says, mostly drunk and a tad bit interested. Tim is a very smart child. "Don't your parents do that, or have you already run off the latest one?" Tim ducks his head, flush tinting his face as the crowd of villains bursts into laughter. (You should get me a nanny; gen)
I wanted Tim being a manipulative yet innocent babbi.
There isn’t much to say about this one except I really wanted to fuck with this universe.
Ra's holds Timothy's face in his hand, pulling the young man closer. "You are mine detectivce." Tim just turns his head as much as he can and stays quiet, even as he's forced to sit on the throne between Ra's legs. "You are mine and you will never escape me. Never." Tim knows that because he's tried for hundreds of years, each time failing. But he can't give up. Can't give up because he's selfish and wants to be with Dick and Jason and Bruce and hell, even Damian. He's selfish and has to try.
Timmy! Baby. oh god, why? You’re breaking my heart, Bee.
Many people don’t know this; but in Britain our blood is in fact tea.
It makes it transfusions very difficult, because instead of needing to know whether you’re O negative or AB positive, you need to know whether you’re Earl Grey or English Breakfast. (Because I mean obviously crossing Chi and Builders Brew is a disaster waiting to happen…)
I had to search forever to find this… enjoy XD
There is only one thing for the Wayne family to do in the summer when it is so hot and muggy outside that they could be in a sauna, and that’s go to the beach. Though not one of Gotham’s beaches that were full of shingle and waste and traitorous waters, but just down the coast a little further than Blüdhaven to a lovely spot, a private beach just to them, away from the prying eyes of the media, a place they took refuge each year as time to themselves.
To be themselves.
Especially when ‘themselves’ was nothing like they were usually.
It had started like any other summer trip to the beach, Jason being impatient the entire way there, Dick being far too enthusiastic and clingy, and Damian being grouchy and wondering what the point was, by the time they had all piled into the car Tim had never been more thankful for the invention of the portable music player.
Not that he was really complaining, it was really nice to have everyone here and not fighting; especially as Cass and Steph had just got back for a couple of weeks vacation.
he probably backs it up hundreds of times just in case Tim stumbles upon it. because if Tim finds it, Tim will delete it. it hurts Bruce to look at it but it would hurt more not to have it.
WAILING CRIES SOBBBBB
He just reads it whenever he feels like he needs to be personally punished, but he doesn’t actually feel like he can do anything about it. :( Tim just assumes that Bruce deleted the email, but in reality Bruce had printed it out and put a copy inside one of his white books, or in the photo album he took from Tim when he was 13, full of Robin and Batman and Bruce and Dick and Jason…