crying because tim is better than you

The Admiral

“Why can’t you just be more like Gibbs?” His dad sighs and your mouth drops open. Is he KIDDING right now? You had to have misheard him or something.
“What did you say?” You ask ignoring Tim’s silent pleads to stay out of it.
“I asked my son why he can’t be more like his boss.” The Admiral says not even sort of ashamed that he’s humiliating his son in front of his coworkers, and girlfriend but he probably thinks you’re another NCIS Agent.
“That’s what I thought. And how dare you?” You say lowly but you know the rage is evident in your voice.
“Why does it matter to you?” The Admiral says coolly.
“Because I’m your son’s girlfriend and since he respects you he’s not going to say anything about what a massive dick you’re being.” Tim clears his throat and you hold up a finger. “Timothy I am not finished.” You say not looking at him. You can see Tony, Gibbs and Ziva in your sight line as well as his father but not him. Tony looks, shocked, is probably the best word for it. Ziva looks delighted and Gibbs looks, well, proud. “Tim is a good Agent. He’s brave, smart, loyal, and a good man. You should be proud that you raised a good man.”
“You don’t get to talk to me like this Agent.” The Admiral roars taking a menacing step toward you.
“Hey! Don’t raise your voice at me!” You snap, “Besides, I’m not an agent.” You smirk at him.
“Then I can have you thrown out of here.”
He threatens.
“You could but then I’d call my boss who’d call your boss then you’d get a really unpleasant phone call.”
“My boss is the President of the United States.” He scowls at you and you laugh.
“I mean your direct supervisor. The CNO.”
“Who answers to the president.”
“Who is my direct supervisor.” You say crossing your arms over your chest, “And she really likes me because her kids really like me.” He stares at you and you continue. “Gibbs is a good leader because he knows how to play to all of his teams strengths. If Tim was a mini Gibbs he’d never have survived on this team. He’s good at his job, he’s the best computer guy in this room and we adore him.” You shoot Tony a look stopping the joke on his tongue. “You should be proud of him. Not ridicule him.”
“At least someone knows how to stand up for him.” His dad mutters you march up to him and poke his chest.
“You’re not fucking listening to me.” Tim’s had enough and has wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you away from his father before the two naval officers with him get involved.
“Sweetheart calm down.” He murmurs into your hair before kissing the side of the crown of your head.
“He doesn’t say this shit because he loves you! You’re his father for crying out loud! I don’t give a shit what you think about me because I love your son and you hurt him! I don’t want to see the man I love get hurt over and over by one of the men he looks up to! That’s not fair! He’s a better man than you’ll ever be!” Tim still has his arms wrapped tightly around you but you’re so focused on his dad that you don’t notice the shift in his body language right away.
“You’re right.” His dad says softly. “I am proud of you Tim. I just want you to be the best version of you that you can be.”
“I know Admiral.” Oh god he can’t even call him dad? You roll your eyes but let it slide this time, the fact that you’ve won even a small victory here is enough. You’ll take it. His dad nods then leaves with his two officers at either side. Tim turns your body toward his and you rest your forehead on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” You tell him, “Not that I said it but where and how I said it.”
“I know. It’s okay. I do have one question.” You lift your head off his shoulder and look up at him. “You love me?”
“Hell yes I do.”
“Good.” He smiles, “I love you too.” He whispers into your hair before kissing you soundly to a loud whoop from Tony.

part 1

“Hello?”

Tim stopped halfway down the hall. He hadn’t exactly been avoiding the open door, but he hadn’t said anything on his way past either. You had to be careful with Damian, or at least Tim did. He wasn’t sure he was welcome.

“Drake?” Well, he was busted now.

Tim leaned against the doorframe. “Hey.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for Bruce.” 

“He went to a meeting.”

“Oh.” Alright, what was he supposed to do now? It’s not like he could just leave.

“So, um… What’s going on?” Damian’s room was a mess— all of his clothes were stacked in piles on the floor, and his desk was sitting on it’s side. One of the ceiling panels was hanging open.

“I’m rearranging it,” Damian told him. “I could feel all of your hands on my stuff.”

“Well you were kind of dead.”

“I noticed, Drake, thank you.” Damian pulled open one of his drawers and snatched out a pile of papers. “Father won’t be home until dark.”

“I guess I’ll wait. Do you want you want a hand with that?” Tim asked, gesturing to the upturned desk. Damian was headed to his closet, but he stopped long enough to raise an eyebrow and lift the desk with one hand.

“I think I’m good.”

“Right. I forgot about… that. Sorry.”

Damian shrugged. “Pass me those books?”

“Sure, where do you want them?”

Damian tapped the bookshelf beside him and kept on rummaging through his closet. He pulled a spare blanket from one of the corners— when he threw it behind him, it hit the floor in a puff of dust, making them both cough. 

“Damn,” Damian muttered, “Pennyworth should be ashamed.” He was on his tiptoes, stretching for the top shelf, but he couldn’t reach far enough. “Can you get me that storage box?”

“I thought you had it covered.”

Damian sighed. “Father says I’m not allowed to fly in the house. Stop smiling, Drake. It isn’t funny.”

Okay, but it kind of was. What with all the fighting the two of them did, sometimes Tim had trouble remembering how young Damian was. But wow, he was small. Tiny. He couldn’t reach high shelves, and he wasn’t allowed to fly because his dad told him no. That was adorable. Of course, Tim knew better than to actually say it out loud because Tim wasn’t an idiot. 

“Drake! Box.”

“Right, sorry. Do you want the canvas on top?”

“Canvas? What— no. Leave it.”

“Can I see?”

“No.”

“Alright, fine. Wait, are you okay?” Damian was crouched in front of his bookshelf, very interested in his stack of novels. “Damian?”

“Of course I’m okay.”

“Damian, are you crying?”

I said I’m fine.”

But he clearly wasn’t? What the hell? “Damian, what’s going on?”

“Get out of my room, Drake.”

“Okay, now I’m definitely looking,” Tim told him, reaching for the canvas.

“Don’t.”

“Now what have we got over— oh god, Damian, I’m so sorry—”

It was a half-finished painting with a photograph paper-clipped to the corner: Damian and Dick sitting at the kitchen table. Dick was holding a piece of Damian’s toast, and Damian was reaching for it. They were both laughing.

“Was this for him?”

Damian looked up from his shelf— He really was crying. “It was supposed to be a Christmas present,” he mumbled. “But then I died and he died and I—just leave me alone.”

What should he do? The hell if he knew, he couldn’t handle something like this, not when it was Damian. Damian hated him. What a nightmare.

“Hey.” He sat down on the floor. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have looked. You were right.”

Damian pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his head in his arms. “I’m always right.”

“Most of the time, yeah. Listen, I don’t really know what to tell you about… you know, except— I mean, I can’t promise you anything, but— you were dead too.”

“I noticed, Drake, thank you.”

“And so was Jason. And we thought Bruce was dead that one time. Well, you guys did anyway.”

“Do you have a point?”

“I’m just saying that you’re all back now. And I don’t see why Dick should be an exception, okay? At this point, it’s statistically unlikely.”

“Because heaven forbid one of us should die permanently, like a normal person.”

“C’mon, we both know that if that’s going to be anyone, it’ll be me.”

“Good.”

“Oh my god, Damian. We can look into it, okay? We’ll figure something out.”

Downstairs, the door slammed. Damian looked up, resting his chin on his knees. “You found my cave,” he said, jabbing a thumb at the ceiling.

“Bruce did.”

“Did Grayson get his package?”

“Yeah.” Tim smiled. “He called me about it because he was so excited. He thought it was really funny.”

Damian nodded. “You like pizza, right?” Tim asked. “You want to go get a pizza?”

“What, with you?”

“Um, yeah, that was the idea. We can get Jason to come too. That’s probably him downstairs—he said he was going to drop by.”

Jason stuck his head in the door. “Did somebody say pizza?”

“There, see? Speak of the devil.”

“I heard that,” Jason told him, “and it was rude. You should be ashamed.”

“Uh huh.” Tim turned back to Damian. “Pizza? Yes? No?”

“Fine,” Damian said. “As long as Todd comes. I’m not going anywhere alone with you.”

“If there’s pizza, I’m in. The hell did you do to your room?”

“He’s cleaning,” Tim told him, as he offered Damian a hand. “Come on. If we hurry, we can be back before Bruce.” 

Damian took his hand, and Tim helped him up. “Thanks,” Damian said. He brushed past Tim on his way to the door. “But I still hate you.”

Right. Of course he did.


part 2

part 3

part 4

Young Justice Season 3 Wish List

Okay since the election is really stressing me the FUCK out , and I just learned that one of my favorite shows is coming back , here are all of my wishes for Season 3 of Young Justice !


~ Young Justice Season 3 : What I Hope For


- ROY HARPER BEING A LOVING FATHER


Papa Roy YES please

Give me Roy babysitting his precious girl

Give me Roy bonding with his daughter

GIVE ME HAPPY FATHER ROY
( and let his daughter live damn it)


- More of Artemis and Cheshire because they have a really complicated relationship and DOES ARTEMIS EVEN KNOW SHE HAS A NIECE

I NEED TO SEE THAT REVELATION

Like does Jade just drop off Lian one night at Artemis and Wally’s place

“ I’ve got an assignment and my husband is busy , this is your niece ,her name is Lian Harper , see you later ”


Because I feel like that’s EXACTLY how Jade told her and Artemis is just holding her tiny niece , quietly processing the information as Jade vanishes into the night , a half-asleep Wally yawning behind her and smiling at the baby .

And then , a few minutes later , Artemis snaps out of her shock and goes “ Wait. HARPER?! ROY….AND JADE…. MY SISTER…. Take the baby , Kid Idiot , I have an archer to hunt down . ”

And suddenly Wally is left holding a giggling Lian while futilely trying to convince his furious fiancee NOT to harm his buddy


- WALLY RETURNING

Because he is NOT dead , that is NOT allowed, it would destroy me , and it would destroy DICK GRAYSON ( who is INFINTELY MORE IMPORTANT)

All I’m asking for is a simple scene at the disappearance site , after a time gap of maybe a few months , a year at most ( IF YOU MUST MAKE MY CHILDREN SUFFER A YEAR IS THE LONGEST I’LL ALLOW) with Wally’s hero friends and family quietly gathered , staring at the spot he was last.


It’s a habit now for Nightwing , he comes here as often as he can. Barry visits every day , several times. Artemis would spend weeks here if Green Arrow let her.


It’s cold and quiet , the mood grim. And then , a spark of blue energy . Another, and another, until a small tornado of blue energy is whirling in the spot where Wally West vanished. A voice emerges from it , one that they all thought would never be heard again.

“ – I’m sorry! Tell her I love her! ”

The whirlwind dissipates, leaving an exhausted and confused but very much alive Wally standing in its place.

He blinks , then grins . “ Hey guys!”


Smiles break out , shaky laughter erupts among the heroes gathered . And it’s hard to say who reaches him first - Nightwing , who embraces his best friend tightly and quietly scolds him for vanishing.

Barry , who latches onto his nephew with a grip to rival the Man of Steel and mutters rapid heartfelt thanks and apologies , all while reassuring himself that YES, this is really happening , Wally is back home .

Or Artemis , who holds him with all her might , crying into his shoulder and lightly smacking him for worrying her.


- Superman and Conner bonding and actually becoming more of a family because CLARK KENT YOU ARE BETTER THAN THAT

CLARK WOULD ADOPT CONNOR LIKE REALLY COME ON CARTOON NETWORK , COME ON WRITERS

CLARK KENT WOULD ADOPT THE POOR CHILD

I just don’t want sad and bitter Connor anymore

I want this nice boy to be happy

Also while we’re talking about him, how about more focus on Connor and TIM DRAKE

These boys are best bros in the comics !!! I WANT CANON TIM AND CONNOR FRIENDSHIP MOMENTS


Please????? PLEASE??????

And Tim out of uniform for once! I want to see casually dressed Tim!

ALSO CAN WE PLEASE HAVE SOME MORE RESOLUTION ON MATCH???? Like Connor has this crazy brother and he’s probably gonna stress over it his whole life if it’s not fixed

PLEASE FOR CONNOR’S SAKE HELP MATCH

- PROPOSAL SCENE FOR SPITFIRE

I WANT WALLY TO PROPOSE TO ARTEMIS ALREADY

- More of Arsenal, I worry so much for the Real! Roy Harper MY POOR SON

Is he okay?( trick question , he’s not )

- ZATANNA

I WANT MORE OF HER I REALLY LIKED WHERE HER ARC WAS GOING

Can we get more of her trying to free her dad from Fate ?( literally DC you turned Fate into a terrifying ancient God that controls people WHY)

- More of Kaldur please I want to know how he is coping knowing his dad is a Bad Guy ( talk to Artemis , my friend, she can relate, and so can Connor)

- JAIME REYES JAIME REYES JAIME REYES

MORE OF BLUE BEETLE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH PROTECT HIM

my poor suffering child

- JASON TODD


I DEMAND RED HOOD

I WANT MORE THAN A TWO SECOND CAMEO FOR JASON HE DESERVES BETTER

I WANT JASON TODD TO BE IN THIS SHOW AS AN IMPORTANT FULLY REALIZED CHARACTER

Give me Batfamily angst and comfort in Young Justice I NEED THIS


- TIM DRAKE

Just lots of Tim

Tim hanging out with Connor

Tim bonding with Dick

Tim being happy

Tim having cool moments as Robin

Just….Tim. That’s all I want, just more of TIM DRAKE

Because who knows when we’ll get more of Tim in the comics ?


- BARBARA GORDON

PLEASE INCLUDE HER MORE

Also Wonder Girl is great

- More of Wally , Roy and Dick together

These boys are such good friends and we don’t see them as a group enough


- FLASH WALLY WEST?????

Maybe? I’d love to see that but I adore this show ’s Barry a lot , just let Barry retire to raise his kids .

There’s just not enough shows with Wally as Flash out there to satisfy me . .

anonymous asked:

TIM WITH A DOG... IM CRying at the thought of Tim with a nice cuddly dog. Imagine him laying on the couch with a puppy on his stomach and holding its gangly, growing legs in his hands. Playing with soft puppy paws and catching the world's comfiest nap with his new friend. And maybe Tim starts to follow the same eating schedule as his dog... starts to be a little bit healthier than before, a little less stressed

u have nO IDEA ANON. 

ok so i took a class called “companion animals and society” and we basically just talk about the interaction of humans with companion animals throughout history and all that and i basically wanted to cry like every day in that class because i get so goddamn emotional about dogs helping people and vice versa. 

and just tim with this dog. and he takes care of it better than he takes care of himself i s2g timothy please. but like you said, he starts to eat the same schedule as the dog, which– you know– isn’t GREAT he should be eating more, but he remembers at least to grab some food in the morning and at night when he gives the dog its food. 

i think tim would take so much joy in behavior training too. he’d get a really smart-breed dog and train it to do all these cool tricks because a.) it helps bond them b.) it really helps to enrich the dog and c.) it’s cool as hell! be he’d just take a lot of joy in that sort of relationship building/teamwork relationship with his pet. and that makes me so happy.

but omg yeah okay dogs have been scientifically shown to help lessen depression and help with anxiety and stress and tim just actually nEEDS A DOG.

littleamericanduck  asked:

J or Y with Bruce and Tim (platonic), pretty please?

Y. Tears.

~

He saw it, all the tiny signs, buried under a nearly perfected mask and practiced body language. He saw it because he knew it so well. How it felt and exactly how to hide it.

Bruce saw that his son was broken. He watched Tim smile, eat dinner like normal (normal for Tim, which was terrifying) and joke with Dick.

Maybe Dick could see it too, and that’s why he’d stayed home for the night.

He wanted to help. It hurt, his son hurting. The thing was, Bruce didn’t know how to help. He didn’t know what to do or say or how to make the hurt go away, and really, deep down, he knew why. It was because he was unable to help. There wasn’t anything he could do or say. He couldn’t make the hurt go away.

If there was, Bruce Wayne wouldn’t be the man he was. If Alfred had had some magical fix, the perfect words and blend of tea, he wouldn’t be him. He wouldn’t be… him.

So he sat and watched the pieces of Tim fall away as he talked lightly about things that didn’t matter, except when he’d almost let a name slip, catch himself and move on to a different story, and in that slightest moment another bit of him was lost.

It was lost already, but Tim was covering the gaping holes in himself with fake cheer and hard work. If he didn’t acknowledge the soul-shattering emptiness, it wasn’t there. It would go away. He would be fine.

He was fine.

(He wasn’t, he wasn’t at all and Bruce could see it so clearly.)

Tim was fine.

(It hurt, it hurt like hell and Bruce couldn’t do anything.)

(He couldn’t do anything but hold Tim as he fell apart later, tearing at the holes, the emptiness, the places where they should be. Bruce held his son as the boy cried and Bruce was so proud off him because already he was healing better than Bruce had any hope of.)

anonymous asked:

What would you call your genre? Absurdism, meta or anti humour? Do you find it more along the lines of wit, irony, low brow, or a hybrid? Why are you both so damn pompous you think you're better than me just because you don't eat almond butter? You think I'm some sort of peon? Fuck you. Fuck you Tim. Proletariat scum.

do not believe in ‘anti-humor’ - we are just trying to make you laugh, think, cry, shriek… -t