how can you not like tim

Since Mark mentioned different versions of Tiny Box Tim, I was inspired to draw them all in my own style! I might post the digital versions if I finish them but here is rough sketch of my ideas of them!

Of course Tiny Box Tim was made to be a cute little biscuit! For his cheerful soul, I gave him soft, round edges that you feel like you can hug!

Wilford’s Tim has an all too familiar pink mustache. To go with how weird Wilford is, I thought a dorky villain like personality fit well with him. As I thought of his personality, I also gave him a little nickname that I feel fits more to his personality and differentiates from the original Tim. I call him Wallace.

Dark’s Tim is on how Mark explained in how he is a lesser of two evils. Dark is a sardonic entity so I felt it fit to have a serious, cynical Tim who doesn’t actually enjoy his company but he tolerates Dark. Like Wallace, I wanted to give Dark Tim a nickname so I went with Dorian.

These personalities are just how I can imagine a Tim for each Mark and in no way reflects how he sees them. I also gave Wallace and Dorian’s names because I didn’t feel right calling them stuff like Wilford’s Tim or Tiny Dark Tim (no offense to anyone that does). It also gave helps me differentiate them in my mind.

just because you have to patrol on halloween doesn’t mean you can’t dress up like gotham’s favorite vigilante

Does anyone else think of that one issue of Red Robin, where Tim has M’gann pose as him at a press conference so that Vicki Vale sees Red Robin and Tim Drake in the same place at the same time, but nobody else knew about the set up besides the Batfam?

Can you just imagine the entire superhero community seeing Tim Drake on television being shot, and they’re all probably panicked, but then less than a millisecond later the camera pans to show Red Robin fighting Scarab, and they’re all throwing down their capes, cursing out Batman and the entire Batfamily.

Like, Conner was probably halfway to Gotham when Clark calls him, and Kon just stops midair and goes “jesus fuckign. How do you deal with this bat stuff?” Then Clark says “Don’t ask me. I just found out Bruce isn’t actually dead.”

things tim drake has said
  • “i know i just rewatched star trek but will you rewatch star trek with me”
  • “bruce breaks the no names in the field rule the most tbh. remember the debacle with jason? ‘you can change, jason’ ‘its my fault, jason’ ‘jason, dont kill the joker, jason’ holy shit keep it on the down low b” 
    • “tim you…. werent even there. how do you know that” “i spy on jasons vent blog sometimes. i like to send him anon hate.”
  • “one time i was falling to my death and i was like ‘at least bruce will be proud of me’ and my therapist tells me thats ‘unhealthy’. whatever that means”
  • “i actually have a rule. no one can mention kons death but me. the rule is called ‘tims a hypocrite’”

I will bet you all of the fifty-two cents in my pocket that Bruce has to resort to picking up his Robins by the cape when they’re misbehaving on patrol. Like you see Batman and Robin after they finish tying up the Joker and Batman clearly wants to leave, but Robin is busy trash talking Joker about how the purple suit was never in fashion and he’s seen cats who could rob a bank better than he can. And then you just see Batman sigh heavily before walking over, grabbing the kid’s cape, and dragging him away muttering something about being home in time for dinner or else Alfie will be pissed.         

I also want Damian to be unable to resist a dare. He is physically unable to do so.
“You can’t do it.”
“Wanna bet?” he snarls. “I bet I can do it, and twice as fast as you can.”
“Deal.”
Meanwhile Colin is like, “Dames, are you crazy? You can’t knit/play dodgeball/operate a hot air balloon!”
Damian tilts his head regally, but then expresses frankly, “Maybe not yet, Colin, but I’ll learn. And you are going to help!”
“How did I get dragged into this?” Colin moans. I’m not helping him, he says to himself. I’m not. Not helping him.
“Is it curl and purl or what?”
Colin can’t help it. “You’re holding them all wrong, let me see…”
And we’re not even going to TALK about a double-dog-dare (aka the time Tim almost caused a city-wide electric blackout due to Damian)

I made myself mad.

Do you guys realize that they are gonna have such an issue with the amount of robins and/or batgirls one day, that it’s probably going to be cannon that Jason and Dick were Robin at the same time? Or Damian and Tim? Just so Bruce can stay under the age of 40?

One day Damian is gonna be like 19 and DC is gonna swear to us up and down that Bruce hasn’t even hit over the age of 30. All of us are looking at the rest of the family like “bro how are none of them aging?!” And it’s like “oh Tim is 20 though, he can almost drink "lol” and “Dick is in his mid 20’s oh no! Getting too old!!” And “But Jason is just 23” and “Bruce might be 28….and a half”

Worst case scenario, they are gonna introduce another Robin that gets super popular, and everyone is so excited about this one, but unfortunately for this one to stick around they reaaaaaaally need to get rid of the least popular one at the current time after that new one, (Jason or Tim?? Idk) or change up the background of that one “unpopular” Robin so completely, so that that character can still be around…they just aren’t affiliated with the batfamily as much anymore. (Like saying Jason was trained by someone else, etc., who knows man)

Or even weirder, they are gonna be like “oh well Damian came around at the age of 5, that’s when Bruce-man found out about him, he was still a little jackass that he had to train him out of, along with being re-potty trained because lord knows that change affects kids man.

That last one is a stretch, but I swear, even now at 4-6 robins DC is pushing it, and Batman is pushing it.

Stop adopting Batman.

Say Hello to Tim Drake

AN: I decided to start Valentine’s Day off with some soulmark AU love. I really like how relateable this reader is. I think that’s a draw. 

Words: 826

Part 1


    You wish you could see his eyes. You can’t help but feel as though they would tell you something; is he disappointed, excited, nervous? You pray that he isn’t disappointed. You can’t help but feel as though you’re plain looking, you’re not ugly, but not exactly pretty. Then there’s the anxiety. As your mind begins to go through all the possibilities, you can feel yourself getting worked up, as your breathing begins to quicken, until suddenly you’re in his arms.

    He’s sat down on the pavement, and pulled you into his lap. He’s cradling you gently, so that you don’t feel closed in; and from the way his arms wrap around you, the way they stay lax and still give you room,  you can tell he’s been where you are. As the adrenaline fades, you allow the first few sniffles to come, as your breathing begins to slow down and return to normal.

His hand rubs your back, and that’s the first telltale sign for you. You don’t like people touching your back. It creeps you out, makes you squeal, and it’s just genuinely unpleasant. But with him, it feels good, relaxing almost. As you pull back, you wipe at your eyes and then wince.

He notices, “You scraped your hands when you fell.” His voice sounds tired, but it’s smooth. Determined.

“Yeah, not my most graceful moment.”

He gives you a small smile, “Trust me, I’ve had my fair share of falls a lot worse than that.”

You smile at each other in awkward silence, until he sticks out his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Red Robin, your soulmate, apparently.”

You take his hand a bit nervously and shake it once, before saying, “I’m Y/N, college student.”

He smiles, before letting go of your hand and pulling up the sleeve of his suit, you stare at your words there, before reaching out and allowing your fingers to skim over them. Then you realize what you’re doing and quickly pull back your hand, as the heat rises to your cheeks.

His fingers grip your chin and turn your gaze towards him, “I wanted you to see them. That way when we meet in real life, you know it’s me.” You stare at him, and you fear the faint sound of police sirens. “Someone must have called the cops. It’s not safe for me to reveal everything here in the open.” You nod, a bit dumbly, He smiles again, “I’ll find you in a few days, and then we can meet for real. I’ll explain everything then.”

Then with one last look, he’s gone, and the cops rush over. It’s a long night of filling out police reports before being escorted back to your dorm. The mortification you feel as everyone stares at you is enough to have you buried under your covers for the next twenty-four hours.

You sleep, skip class, and do your absolute best to not think about the fact that Red Robin is your soulmate, or wonder how exactly he’s going to find you. You fail miserably at the last two. In fact, by the time the twenty-four hours are over, you’ve convinced yourself that he wants nothing to do with you, and that you’re going to die old and alone with three cats.

At some point, you decide you need to move on. So you drag yourself out of bed, and to the dining hall. You load up on stuff that you KNOW isn’t good for you before making the trek to class.You do your best to focus on your professors, while trying not to dwell on the amount of work you’ll have to get done this weekend. By the time the day is over, you’re feeling more exhausted than you should.  

In fact, you’re so exhausted that you nearly miss the gaggle of girls whispering. You peer around them to see what they’re staring at. It’s a good looking boy. He’s dressed in jeans and a long sleeve tee-shirt. He’s working on a laptop, and has a large cup of coffee with him.

Then, as though he feels you staring, he looks up and makes eye contact. When he smiles you look away, and do your best to shuffle further into the dorm past the front desk, when all of a sudden you hear him say your name, “Y/N wait a minute.”

You don’t want to, but you do, without meeting his eyes, you turn to face him. He stops in front of you, and you can feel the gaggle of girls looking at the two of you, “I’m Tim Drake, we met the other night.”

You stare at him puzzled, until his scrunches both sleeves of his tee-shirt up, in the most nonchalant way you’ve ever seen, to reveal the same words, your words, from the other night. You stare at him for a minute and he only say grins and says, “Told you I’d find you.” 

Tim With A Short S/O Would Include...

I’m 4/11 the struggle….


-Tim is so proud of his own personal smol bean
-he loves grabbing stuff for you on high shelves
-his heart melts when you stand on your tip toes to kiss or hug him
-he loves to randomly lift you up and move you to the couch to cuddle with him
-you might be small but you are a bad ass
-he sometimes counts how many steps you take compared to how many steps he takes when walking together
-he loves spooning you
-you are just so small that his whole body can cover yours
-he is impressed by how you can easily climb shelves and many things to get up higher
-you are Tim’s tech assistant since you can fit in smaller spaces and fix wires and cables for him
-piggy back riding
-if you haven’t seen each other in a long time you run to him wrapping your legs around his waist and he just carries you like that for a long time
-during concerts he always makes sure to place you on his shoulders so you can see
-he slightly panics when you go to the deeper ends of pools
-he always jokes about how and you Damian are Napoleons
-he’s pretty sure you and Damian already have a plan for world domination
-he’s hoping you’ll spare him
-he gives you cute nicknames, ‘munchkin, pumpkin, pip squeak’
-if you ever get insecure he immediately busts out his powerpoints and starts to list off why he loves your height
-when you wear high heels he lets you hold onto him just in case you tumble over or something
-he’s very considerate for you and makes sure to never offend you
-he defends you when ever people say stuff about you
-they better get ready to catch his hands

space-girlfriends  asked:

IM ALWAYS HERE FOR TIM HOLDING DAMAGED JASON AND BEING SOFT AND COMFORTING AND BOTH OF THEM COPING TOGETHER. Angsty boys finding happiness and reason together

IM GOING TO SCREAM I LOVE THIS

-Jason having a night terror and Tim being there when he lashes out and brushing his hair down and being like ‘Jay, it’s me. It’s just me.’ And Jason’s hand goes for his throat but his eyes snap open before he can squeeze down and he just looks heartbroken and starts babbling out apologies as he pushes himself away 

-But Tim grabs his hands and pulls him back and just grounds him like “Shhh, I know. That’s not you.” And Jason’s choking back tears because it used to be him, he hurt Tim. But Tim gets it, Tim understands how angry Jason was, how hurt, how fucked up the pit made him. And Jason’s so grateful and he mumbles apologies against Tim’s skin until he falls asleep on him 

-Tim being in the midst of a panic attack while they’re out on patrol because he saw something bad, a kid get shot, a body that looked like how he found his father. And Jason tugs him away from the scene and tells him to just breathe Timmy, breathe for me. Focus on me, remember that time we got chili dogs together and your preppy ass got mustard on your Calvin Klein button up?

-Jason and Tim sleeping together all cuddled up and sometimes Jason likes holding Tim tight and close but other times he loves it when Tim is the one holding him. Even if they look lowkey ridiculous (Jetpacking much?) 

-And don’t even get me started on all the late night conversations they had before even getting together. Jason shaking his head with a ‘You should hate me y’know.’ And Tim smirking and shrugging. ‘Bruce always did say he questioned my decision making skills’  And Jason laughs and flicks him behind the ear and they continue sitting on some abandoned building together until Bruce calls Tim back to the Cave.

AU where Tim interns for a villain for grad school and the Red Hood doesn't know what to do with him

-Like he takes an internship with ra’s al ghul and keeps crossing paths with Jason as the red hood but he really doesn’t have any fighting ability, he’s legit just following ra’s around with a notebook, writing his thesis
-Jason: “I’m going to have to take you down you know”
Tim: “Can you just answer a few questions first - so um, how do you feel like the crime rate has been affected since the new PD positioning on the east side?”
“What?”
“I’m just saying, do you feel like more police presence has made locals feel safer, or has it maybe encouraged more low-income families to not depend on inner city lower rates?”
“What??”
-“Can you just arrest me on Wednesday, I have a midterm tomorrow”
-Jason: “I’m here to take you in.”
Tim: “Oh man thank god, do you know how to use flash cards?”
Jason: “Like…like do I know how to hold them?”
Tim: “Yeah, can you like, help me study?”
Jason: “I really don’t think you understand the situation here.”
Tim: “Oh no, I totally get it, I’m like, 2 test scores away from a 4.0 and Ra’s over here is like, trying to teach a ten year old moves from the karate kid so if you could just, just - yeah, hold those, thank you, okay great - now read them, please”

How friends are made (Jason Todd)

You were sitting on your friend’s couch with your legs propped up on his lap. Going over homework that was due in a few days, you spoke up,“Jason, can you go get me some coffee from the kitchen?” You asked.

You heard the sound of lips smacking. “Do I look like your maid? You have two perfectly good legs.” He looked over at you. Just as you were about you speak up again, there was a knock at the door.

Jason moved your legs and went to get the door. “Hey! You’re up, how about that coffee?” You smirked.  Jason rolled his eyes and looked out the peephole to see one of his younger “siblings.”

He opened the door. “Tim, why are you here?” He asked as Tim walked past him and into the apartment. “Boredom brought me here.” He shrugged. “Hey Y/N.” He waved before heading to the kitchen to start some coffee. He was addicted but would never admit it.

You got off the couch and went to the kitchen to get your own cup of coffee since Jason clearly wasn’t going to. “Thanks for starting coffee Tim, Jason was trying to deprive me.” You pouted.

“Too much coffee is bad and I tell you both that.” He mumbled.

“You take everything fun away from her. How are you two even friends?” Tim interjected.

Smirking, you looked at Jason. “Oh, I punched him in the face when he said that a girl like me shouldn’t be in a hole-in-the-wall club. I had to show him I meant business.” You said proudly.

“Yeah then I gave her a high five.” Jason smirked.

“And that is how best friends are made.” You smiled while Tim gave you both a weird look.

“Right…” He mumbled.

  • [Damian has been in the house for almost two weeks. Tim is still suspicious. Bruce just wants his family to get along for five minutes]
  • Bruce(In the doorway of Tim’s room): Why are you being like this, Tim? How can you feel so threatened by a little boy? Do you really think our family is so fragile that it’ll break apart over a new member?
  • Tim(Pausing in the midst of typing an essay): No, it’s not that. You have no idea if he’s telling the truth. Why are you so willing to just let him in? Have you forgotten how many people want you dead? The kid was sent here by Talia al Ghul, for God’s sake- I can just tell that he’s hiding something, and if you end up dead I’d blame myself for not doing something about it.
  • Bruce: Tim, at some point this crosses the line from ‘cautious’ into 'paranoia’.
  • [Tim snorts and resumes typing, shaking his head. Bruce ignores him.]
  • Bruce: I checked his luggage myself. He didn’t have any weapons with him.
  • Tim(Rolling his eyes): As if we don’t have weapons around the house. Besides, he’s too normal to be your son. There would have to be something messed up about him.
  • Bruce(Sarcastically): Ouch.
  • Tim(Finally looking up from his computer): You know it’s true! Be honest with yourself- what did you think your kid would be like?
  • [Bruce takes a moment to consider this and is suddenly very tired.]
  • Bruce(Sighing): …He would have two heads.
  • Tim(Disapprovingly): Don’t try to be funny. This is serious. He would have at least three.

One time, Bruce was violently awakened at stupid-early o’clock (7.30am) by his cell-phone, and he was bleary and cranky and he answered it; “Ngnnghmf? Tim?”
And Tim said, “…how casual?“
Bruce, resisting the urge to smother himself with his own pillow and/or toss his phone against the wall, managed a (reasonably) coherent, “What.”
“It’s business casual Friday, Bruce! Seriously, how casual is too casual?”

You know every time I think about the reputation of the Late 2000′s Tim Drake I can’t help but laugh/smile

Because pretty much everyone (including Tim) is worried that he’s gone crazy and/or that he’s changed so much and that they can’t recognize him anymore (admittedly in itself this is depressing).
And then you have Adventure Comics #3 where Conner meets Tim and like 1/2h - 1h later he has pinpointed exactly what happened to Tim proving that he has in fact, not changed that much (and which pretty much sends the message “Tim’s always had problems, just because you never saw them doesn’t mean they weren’t there”).

It’s a testament as to how close these two are.
By the time Kon comes back (so in the +/- 2 years since Steph’s death, knowing he died less than a month after her), out of Tim’s “entourage”, he’s the one who saw Tim the least. Steph didn’t see him for about a year, Bart for about a year and a half, Cassie for about a year and all the others have seen him fairly regularly. And they’re all completely confused. And no one besides Kon realized that Tim’s “change” does not come out of nowhere and while he doesn’t know the exact reason he understands Tim’s thought process better than anyone (Bart might have understood too though but he and Tim didn’t see each other until much later), that’s probably why he didn’t really have a problem with Tim’s cloning attempt in itself.

Also I think it’s pretty representative of Kon’s role in Tim’s life. (Add to that how, after being burned when confessing to knowing the Anti-Life Equation to Cassie and trying to distance himself from everyone as much as possible, Tim spills everything to Conner without holding back).

And it makes me smile because everything’s so bleak during that time, and then you have this issue that is just, like a ray of light…So simple, there’s more love and acceptance in this issue for these two than they have with pretty much everybody else (except Ma) over the course of their series
And that’s saying something because the topics of their conversations are completely depressing.

maddisonthemaniac  asked:

Hey! I've been living off of soulmate AU's recently, and I was wondering if you could do a headcanon thing about how the batfamily would be towards soulmates and stuff? Like maybe a Timer or Tattoo AU and how they would feel about the whole thing? Really, I'll take what I can get though :) Thanks for your time

Bruce: He would be fairly indifferent towards it; he’s definitely not excited about the prospect of having to find “the one” but is not totally against the idea. He does see it as a sort of conflict of interest with his night job though.

Dick: He’s super excited about the whole thing. The idea that there’s someone out there who is destined to meet him is something that blows his mind and he can’t wait to meet them because he’s waited all this time and it’ll happen eventually.

Jason: He’s not a fan of any of it. He feels super guilty about the idea that someone is figuratively bound to him by destiny but that they’re also then bound to all of his shortcomings and his past. He doesn’t want anyone to have to deal with that and he doesn’t want some innocent person to have to shoulder that burden so it’s just easier to be alone.

Tim: He’s so anxious about meeting his soulmate. Like, what if they don’t like him? Sure, they’re destined or whatever but there are always outliers. But at the same time he’s excited because that’s something totally unknown to him

Steph: She’s low key hyped; she doesn’t actively seek out her soulmate but she isn’t one to keep her eyes off of someone who seems like a candidate. She’s always got her eyes peeled for anyone who seems special but on the outside seems calm

Damian: He’s annoyed by it, quite frankly. Everyone keeps telling him “you’ll understand when you’re older” but he just doesn’t care. It seems like a waste of time to try to find one’s soulmate and honestly, he doesn’t need one, so what’s the big deal?

Cass: Like Bruce, she’s pretty indifferent about it. Nobody can really tell how she feels about it on the outside but on the inside she looks at the whole concept with wonderment because it’s so weird but also so natural and that’s kind of odd

Babs: She’s very placid about it. She doesn’t really care one way or another if she ever finds her soulmate because she’s done some amazing things on her own and she doesn’t necessarily need anyone else to “make her life complete” because she can do that herself

Duke: He’s really casual about the whole thing. He doesn’t see it as some ‘magical’ bond that will make the world better, but it is an adventure and he always enjoys a good adventure so he’s not adverse to it per say, he’s just not moon eyed over the concept

My Own Little Personal Alfred

Hiya:-) Your writing is so enjoyable, like wow. I was hoping I could request something on how the reader would get a sleep deprived, coffee driven, stubborn Tim to bed? You can format it into whatever you want, surprise me;-)

Requested by @batman-robin (P.S I hope you like it!!) 

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You hate this type of night. These nights were the worst types of night. It’s not because you live in the bad part of Gotham and feel unsafe. It’s not because there is a storm outside tonight. No. What makes this night the worst night is trying to get your sleep-deprived boyfriend to bed.

Now you would think that this is an easy task. But that is not the case, dealing with Red Robin/ Tim Drake himself. He’s literally been up for over 48 hours on his laptop trying to solve a case that him and Batman were curious about. You always wondered how Alfred would put a sleep deprived Bruce into bed. When you asked him though, he just shook his head and said, “A LOT of convincing.”

You walked over to Tim, as you could hear him steady typing away at his laptop, and wrapped your arms around him. “Timmy…sweetie…you have to get some sleep.”

He rubbed his eyes for a second and yawned as he went back to work. “I know that Y/N and I will. Just give me five minutes.”

“You said that yesterday Tim.”

“Well I really need to solve this case Y/N. We still have no idea why Penguin and Freeze teamed up or what they are planning.”

You got off of him and crossed your arms. “And you think that staying up for 2 days straight will solve it.”

“It has not been two days. It’s only Friday.”

“It is Sunday. Not only that, it is Sunday night. So technically you have been on that laptop for almost three days. So, as your girlfriend/ boyfriend, I advise you to go to bed now or face drastic measures.”

He didn’t really understand what you meant by drastic measures, but he continued to work on the case. That is when you had your last straw. You went into the draw and made a little phone call…

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It didn’t take long for the power to go completely out within your apartment. At first, Tim didn’t think much of it since you usually have power outages all the time. But he then noticed that his laptop turned black and even if he tried to cut it back on again, he would get no results of it turning back on.

He also noticed, with his great detective skills, that your apartment was the only apartment that only had power.

You finally came out with a candle in your hand and he just looked at you. You could see the bags under his eyes and the messy hair that he really needed some sleep.

“Y/N, what happened? The power just went out.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“I asked Barbara to help me put in a special bug within our electricity so that it goes out when you have your little detective moments. Nothing in our apartment works. The tv, internet, laptop, coffee machine, etc. Nothing will not be working for the next 12 hours.”

He looked at you around and went back to his laptop to see if you were joking. But alas, you were telling the truth. Nothing was working. Not even his cellphone.

“You are completely insane.”

“And you need rest.” You came over to him and brought his chin up to look into your (e/c) eyes. “I get very worried about you when you are like this. You barely sleep, you barely eat, and you are constantly worrying about a case that will probably take days for you to solve. I’m not asking you to stop working on it. I’m asking you to just get a few hours of sleep, so you won’t completely die from sleep deprivation on the battlefield.”

You gave him your puppy dog eyes. The eyes you always give him when he is like this and kiss him on the cheek. “Please Timmy Tim. For me?”

He hated when you did that. He could never resist you when you do that. He just shook his head as he grabbed your hand and you led him into the room.

“You need to take a shower first though because you reek!” you said laughing.

After he took a shower, he joined you in the bed and wrapped an arm around you holding you close to him. It wasn’t completely quiet within the streets of Gotham. Cars, criminals, people busting up the streets at night. But you both didn’t mind. You were both in your own little world in the darkness of your apartment. You could feel Tim’s eyes getting heavy as you messed with his hair and he was almost asleep before he started talking.

“Y/N?”

“Yes Tim?”

“I’m really sorry.”

“For what?”

“Making you worry. I know I need to take better care of myself. But I just get so caught up with a case that I ignore everything around me. Including you and I am sorry.”

“I understand that Tim, and as long as I live,I will do my very best to watch over you and make sure that you eat properly, bathe every night, and at least get 12 hours of sleep once every 2 days.”

He groggily giggled at that last comment. “What would I do without you?”

“Probably die or you’re probably already dead.”

“It’s like you are my own personal Alfred.”

You hit him on the head softly. “I am no Alfred. That man is life. I am not even on his level.”

He laughed again and slowly closed his eyes. You started to close your eyes too before he started to speak again.

“Y/N?”

“This better be important. Yes Tim?”

He kissed you on the nose. “I love you.”

You smiled back at him. “I love you too Tim. Now go to sleep.”

Jackie and Wilson

Based off of Jackie and Wilson by Hozier =

Jason Todd 

can we just talk about how school is actually out to get me haha it amazing 

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“She calls me baby and runs her hands through my hair,” Jason said to Tim while staring lovingly out of the coffee shop window. 

“That’s good?” Tim was confused, Jason never talked like this. 

“Very good, Timmy, very good.” And with that Jason picked up his coffee cup and walked out of the shop and towards your apartment. 

You two had been together for almost a year and he couldn’t help the way he felt about you. You two had done a lot, none of it really safe. You two had taken your Lexus and rode around and pretended to be detectives. You two smoked a pack of cigarettes when you were together every time and before he finished his last one you were gone. You had him on the edge of his seat ready to give up the world constantly. 

You two would lounge around your house listening to blues while half naked. you had taken the cold man and turned him inside out. He laughed more, smoked less, and was giddy, something nobody expected of him. He was a better version of him. You had laughed your way through his feeble disguise and everyone around him happy for it. You had met everyone in the family and  they loved you, you made Jason the kid Bruce first took in. 

Jason made his way to your front door and knocked. You opened the door seconds later and you two beamed. He pulled you into a hug and walked you two inside. You had a new vinyl playing, one he didn’t recognize but already loved because you had picked it out. You were dressed in a flowy tank top and ruffled joggers. Your hair was pulled back and he loved it. 

You two lounged around with cigarettes hanging from your mouths. Your feet were on his lap and he had a glass of tea in his free hand. His shirt had been taken off and was discarded on the floor, yours too which left you in a sports bra and the joggers. 

“You ever wanna have kids?” Jason’s questioned startled you but you relaxed and took a long drag of the stick. 

“Yes, we’ll name them Jackie and Wilson, raise them on rhythm and blues.”