How about Tim adapting from being the youngest to Damian's older brother?
This got a little out of hand… and it’s basically just Tim angsting over being a terrible brother and not knowing what he’s doing wrong. Hint: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but Timmy is nothing if not hard on himself. Anyway. Enjoy :)
He likes to think the whole process would be a lot easier if the brat wasn’t so annoying and obnoxious and rude and insufferable and- and- Damian.
Jason insisting on calling him “babybird” certainly doesn’t help though. How is he supposed to feel like an older brother when he’s still treated like a little kid? He’s seventeen, for god’s sake, eighteen in just a few months. He’s practically an adult.
(The real problem, he knows, deep down where he doesn’t have to think about his neglected childhood, is that growing up an only child never prepared him for how to deal with younger siblings. All his time that wasn’t spent alone was spend in the presence of people older than him; nannies, his parents, his parents’ friends, his parents’ business associates, teachers, tutors, classmates. Even when he became Robin, he was still the youngest.)
I’m not quite sure where to begin. I hope you never have to read this letter, but the warrior in me, says that is a dream. I believe I will soon meet my end. I face it with my head held high, knowing that this is my sacred duty … a duty that will be entrusted to you when I am gone.
Man’s world is a troubled place. It is filled with evil, and deceit. But there is good, and I am so grateful that you grew up surrounded by it. Within man’s world there are caring, loving, and faithful people who must be protected.
For years I have stood up for those who could not. I vanquished enemies determined to decimate the good of this world. Now I entrust that duty to you. I apologise in advance. This path is not easy, and you will be faced with difficult choices. However, I believe this is as much your destiny as much as it was mine.
I have upheaved your life once already. I have forced you away from the world you know and love, and delivered you to my sisters. I have no doubt that they have welcomed you, trained you, and most importantly, loved you. Now I am upheaving it again, by asking you to finish what I started.
I have left you the necessary items in our secret place. May they aid you in the same way they aided me.
My dear, sweet, daughter. You are so loved. Your brothers will help guide you, and your father and I will wait for you until your time comes. I pray this isn’t for many years. Live your life my dear one. Live and thrive and know that you are not only my daughter, but your father’s daughter. You are unstoppable.
With all my love,
You pace as you read the letter. You do your best to ignore the eyes on you until you’re done. Sighing, you fold up the letter and ask, “Who’s read it?”
“No one, Miss Wayne. It came straight to my hands upon your mother’s death. I have kept it safe.”
You nod, “But she told you what she wants me to do.”
Alfred’s face never falters, “She told me her hopes Miss Wayne, but she would never demand it of you.”
“The world does though.”
“Not everyone is meant to shoulder the weight of the world as your parents did. And as much, as I would love for you to return home, I can see you’ve made a home for yourself here as well. You have found a second family, one who cares for you. Your mother would never begrudge you that.”
Io answers before you can, “Because you know so much about our princess?” You shoot Io a warning look, but you should have known better. Alfred had never required anyone to protect him. He had always fended for himself, and the family.
“Ma’am, I never claimed to know more about Ms. Diana than you. But I believe I knew her fairly well. She was a strong and independent woman who loved with her whole heart, and only wanted the best for those she loved. If Miss Y/N is happy here, then I see no reason for her to leave.”
Your grandmother’s voice rings out next, “You knew my daughter well?”
Alfred’s smile is gentle and kind, “Yes, your majesty, I did. I raised Master Bruce after his parents died. He was a lonely boy, very bright, and very secluded. He blossomed under the love your daughter gave him, and reciprocated it one hundred percent. As a result, I watched these children, including their daughter grow up. I’d like to think, that after all those years, we might know something about her as well.”
Silence engulfs everyone there, and after several minutes you say, “I need to think.”
Without another word, you walk away. You walk for several miles, until you’re out of sight. Assured, that you’re alone, you take out the letter and read it again, and again, and again.
You feel their presence, but don’t speak until they sit down around you. Io, is the first to speak, “I’m sorry … I was out of line.”
You give her a small smile, “You were worried Io. It’s okay.”
“I felt anger at seeing them. They took your mother from us, and now I fear they’ll take you as well.”
You sigh, “My mother left of her own free will.”
“And what will you do with your free will?” Artemis asks. You hand her the letter and wait until everyone has read it.
There’s silence for several minutes before you say, “She made sure I was prepared.”
“I fear this may be too much for you to handle alone.” Calyce says.
You nod, “I know it is, but I’ll have the League and the Team.”
“And us.” Artemis states.
You spin around to face your friends, “I can’t ask that of you.”
“You didn’t ask, we are simply declaring our intentions.” Euboea states.
“We have already lost one princess, we will not lose another,” Io whispers.
Artemis smiles at you, “Man’s world is in turmoil. It will take more than one woman to fix it.”
You smile, and stand up, your friends follow suit, “Let’s just hope the manor is still standing.”
You return to the group on the beach, and the look in your grandmother’s eyes tells you she knows. She gives a small smile, “You are your mother’s daughter I would expect nothing less.” Her eyes go past you to your friends, “You understand this decision? The duty you are undertaking?”
They answer in unison, “We do our queen.”
She nods, “May your work be swift. Aid my grand-daughter, your princess in her mission. Lend her your strength.” Her attention turns to you, “Be strong little one, and don’t forget to visit.”
If you still wanted a Tim fic prompt, would you write a fic based on that sleepwalking headcanon list? Specifically on Damian following him because he's worried?
Usually I try to finish prompts in order but this one just wrote itself. I feel like I should apologise because you were probably wanting something cute and fluffy, which this decidedly isn’t. I like it though so I hope you enjoy :)
Damian is woken suddenly by the jangle-jangle-thump of Titus jumping off his bed. He lies there for a moment, still half-asleep and confused, until Alfred stretching and stepping over his face to follow his canine companion forces him to sit up and investigate the late-night disturbance. Titus has already nudged open the door and is disappearing into the hallway, Alfred slinking along in his shadow.
“Titus?” Damian calls softly. His animals don’t even pause. Grumbling under his breath, Damian throws off the warm covers and hops across his room to pull on fluffy socks and his dressing gown before going to investigate.
If you were given the chance to reboot the YJ4 and give them a fresh start, how would you do it?
Oh man. The most important thing would be for everyone to exist and be friends, obviously. Tim is an unrecognizable shadow of his former self without them.
Cassie: Bring her in and put her in a position of leadership. Have more focus on her relationship with the Amazons and her demigod heritage. How her powers worked and where they came from was a bit confusing in Teen Titans, so maybe clarify on that.
Kon: I’m not against him dealing with some loss of innocence and idealism because the world (and his dads) can be awful, but let him stay a fun-loving brat. Not Superman Lite or a grumpy, dumb jock. Also I really want him to be queer, okay? Don’t crush his sweet soul and force him into gender/sexuality norms he has no way of comprehending. I’ve also been waiting 10000 years for him to stand up to and verbally drag Superman. Oh, and he and Kara should be bros.
Bart: Don’t make his character unrecognizably serious or make his mentors out to be jerks for the sake of angst. I love Tim and Kon together, but don’t diminish Bart’s friendship with them; he’s a vital part of their trio. Treat Bart right and give him an arc with his own villains, it could be so good.
Tim: Oh, Tim. DC made you into an unrelatable mary sue while I was away. I could go on all day, but I’ll hammer these points out: 1) Emphasize Tim as a great detective. He’s a very insightful strategist and invaluable support; not an omni-disciplinary super genius. 2) Emphasize that Tim is not a natural athlete, but that he gets to where he is through pure hard work. 3) He has flaws. He’s an anxious dork with an obsessive personality [coughstalkertendencies] and a history of being overwhelmed by the demands of others. 4) Give him his old hobbies back. Photography, skating, dungeons and dragons. Make him feel real and not like a robot.