please tim let me touch it

Tim was a man of many talents, Jason had come to realize. Yeah, he was really fucking smart and daring to the point that it was borderline stupid, but he also had a few other hidden abilities. Not all of them were exactly “useful”; they were more like… survival instincts.

Like the way he could fall asleep anywhere, any-when.

Jason found it rather fascinating, really.

He first witnessed this a few months back. It was his off day, and he was spending it at the Manor, kicking back and watching a movie when Tim walked in, casting a glance about the room before dropping to the floor, curling up on the plush carpet and instantly conking the fuck out. All in the span of about ten seconds. Jason could only stare.

The second time it had happened, Tim and Bruce had just returned from a late patrol. Tim looked dead on his feet, nodding off even as he stripped out of the Red Robin suit, leaving a trail of equipment in his wake as he stumbled over to the training mats. When he was free of everything but the tights and an undershirt, he let himself free-fall onto the mat, sound asleep within seconds.

“Bruce,” Jason had whispered from his place at the monitor. “Bruce, that is unnatural. How does he do that? I’m partly jealous, a little impressed, and a touch concerned.”

“He’s tired, Jason,” Bruce had said, like that was that. “Can you please take him to bed? I don’t want him sleeping down here.”

‘He’s tired, Jason,’” Jason mocked incredulously, standing up and walking to the mats, carefully picking Tim up. “What the fuck. I’m tired, too, but do you see me dropping dead like this? I’ve only been able to do that once.”

-

“I never wanna go to another gala ever again, thank you and goodnight.” Tim unceremoniously plops down on the couch, yanking the tie from around his neck and tossing it behind him. He undoes the top three buttons of his shirt and kicks his dress shoes off, propping his feet up on the coffee table. 

Jason flips a page of his book. “I’m surprised you’re back this early. You just abandoned Brucie?” 

Tim scoffs, falling back into the cushions and throwing an arm over his eyes. “He can deal. I am very tired.” 

“Poor Bruce,” Jason laughs. “Left to fend for himself, where’s your sympa- are you kidding me?” 

Tim’s asleep. Of course. Three seconds on a flat surface and the kid is fucking out like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He’s even snoring, his mouth hanging open and he’s probably going to start drooling. Gross.

Jason rolls his eyes and throws his jacket over Tim’s frame. “You didn’t even wait until I finished my sentence, you rude son of a bitch.”

Misunderstandings - Tim Drake

Request: Hi doll i was wondering if you can do an angst imagine with either tim drake where steph kisses tim but he is dating the reader and walks out on tim ? Idk if that good enough doll but thank you 🙂

Part 2


“You sure you’re okay? I can come over and-” His chuckle cuts you off, “(Y/N), there’s no need for the both of us to be sleep deprived, Steph’s here so she can help me.” You nod despite him not being able to see it, trying to find your voice. 

“Oh, uh yeah, okay. I-I’ll see you later babe,” You mumble, the hurtful thoughts making their way to the front of your mind. “I love you,” Tim says simply, a knot forming in his stomach at the idea of you upset. You reply with a soft, “Love you too, I’ll talk to you later.” Before hanging up on him. You release a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in before slumping against the couch in your shared apartment.

It wasn’t like you didn’t trust Tim, you believed him wholeheartedly when he told you that any previous feelings he once had for Stephanie were gone and replaced with his love for you. You reassured yourself through reminiscing on the all the acts that proved that Tim was in love with you.

A smile pulls at your lips as you remember your first date and how flustered he was, Tim Drake was flustered around you! You remembered how his clammy hand held yours as you walked home, and his shaking frame once he finally kissed you for the first time. The doubt-filled thoughts slowly poisoned the memories, was that how he acted when he was with Steph? Did he do that with her too?

The corners of your mouth fall, tugging at your heart continues as you pull your legs up to your body and hug them. Your eyes set on picture frame set on the coffee table, the two of you were smiling, clad in winter clothes as his older brothers pulled funny faces and Damian with an unamused stare in the background, photobombing you both. Tim never left your mind for the next hour as you sat awaiting his return you knew would be much later.

Every moment passing with another doubt tainting your reasoning, the pads of your fingers drumming against your leg, something, anything to get your mind off what could happen. It was final, you were going to the Manor.

-
As you stand in front of the Manor door, you can’t help but feel silly, not only that but guilty that you couldn’t find it in yourself to let go of the past, of which Tim so openly shared with you. You press the doorbell and soon enough it is swiftly opened by Alfred, you notice his surprise. “Good evening Miss (Y/N), I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.” He gestures for you to come in. “Master Timothy told me-” He begins, you smile nervously. “I know, it’s just I wanted to check up on him and say goodnight if that’s okay.” He nods, “Of course, he’s in the cave.”

-
“Steph, what’re you doing?” Tim asks as she pulls him closer to her body. He goes to push her away, “I still love you, Tim.” She confesses, he can’t help but feel frustrated at himself, before he can even respond her lips are on his. Tim’s eyes widen in disbelief, not a second later, a whimper breaks the moment.

(Y/N) stood on the stairs of the cave, clutching her breaking heart as she watches the exchange. Tim tears Stephanie away from his body, “(Y/N), I-” He tries but the sob you let out cuts him off. “I-I knew it, I can’t believe I trusted you!” You cry, wiping away the tears as you rush off, not wanting him to see the absolute agony he’s inflicted upon you.

Tim is right behind you, following as you walk out the front door, his pleading ignored as you race to your car. He puts his hand on the car door, keeping it shut, you hastily turn to him, eyes red and blotchy. “I thought y-you loved me!” Your lips trembling, the ache in his chest spreading. He can’t breathe, “It wasn’t what it looked like, I swear.” He pleads, the way you squeeze your eyes closed makes a nauseating feeling fill him.

You try to hold back another cry, harshly rubbing at your eyes, willing yourself to stop crying. “I love you, why’d you do this to me?” You wail, Tim hates himself in this moment the most he ever has as he watches the love of his life breaks down in front of him because of something he could have prevented.

“I’m sorry, I-I love you.” He can’t help his eyes filling with tears, he couldn’t lose you. He reaches out to touch you but you flinch,  shattering his heart. “Please, let me go. I don’t want to be here.” You whimper, Tim goes to plead his case and explain what happened but he can’t bear the expression you have as a result of him. He drops his hand and his eyes following your frame as you hurriedly get into your car and drive off. He loses sight of you and a surge of pain flows through him, the breath in his chest still as he stands there, alone again.

Touch Your Face - Blind Reader

Blind reader. Dick Grayson is your neighbor, you are outside of your apartment with your Seeing Eye dog when he introduces you to his little brothers.

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You are blind. You live on the third floor of an apartment building, your neighbor is a man named Dick Grayson, and he is a police officer. Ace, you seeing eye dog, absolutely loved Dick, probably because he is constantly sneaking the dog treats.

“Y/N! Hey, I want you to meet my little brothers, Jason, Tim, and Damian”

“Hello” that voice was soft, smart, analyzing, “I’m Tim”

“What is that horrid contraption that you have placed on you dog?” This voice was sharp, young, that must be Damian.

“It’s so I can grab onto Ace, so he can lead me around” you reply

tt- are you truly that lazy where you cannot look where you are going?”

“Damian -” Dick’s voice was sharp in warning

You just chuckle, “I’m blind, Damian. If I could look where I was going on my own I would, but I have Ace and my walking stick to help me get around”

“I – I was unaware of your predicament. I apologize”

You smile softly, “It’s alright, here” you bend down and unclasp the halter from Ace, meaning that he is no longer on duty, “You can pet him now”

You feel Ace leave your side and run to Damian who you assumed had crouched down on the floor. You jump when you feel a hand gently placed on your arm.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to warn you, but I’m Jason” You suck in a sharp breath when he speaks. His voice sounds like how chocolate tastes. It’s warm, silky, he sounds handsome.

“It’s nice to meet you all, but I was about to take Ace out for a walk …”

“I will do it” Damian says as he gently takes the leash from your hand, “It is no trouble”

“Alright, if you don’t mind”

“Of course Little D doesn’t mind! If he could he would probably take Ace back to the manor!”

You hear Tim groan “Don’t let him do that! There are enough animals there to be a zoo!”

“Don’t worry I won’t let your brother take my dog, I kinda need him!”

You can feel the hand gently on your harm move to cup your elbow, “Do you want to come in? We were gonna order pizza, and watch movies… fuck I’m sorry”

“Don’t worry Jason I still enjoy listening to movies”

“So is that a yes?”

“Yeah If Dick doesn’t mind?”

“Of course I don’t mind! Please come in! Damian will be happy as long as Ace is here”

“Maybe he won’t question the plot of the movie if he has something to distract him!” Tim said, walking into the apartment.

The four of you wait in the kitchen for Damian Dick handing beers to both Jason and Tim. You can sense that Jason wants to ask you something.

“Go ahead and ask, I know you want to”

Jason sighs, “Were you down blind or …”

“No, I could see when I was younger. I list my sight in an explosion, one that the Joker set off in Gotham General. I was a nurse there before I was blinded, shrapnel in the eye, it severed my optic nerve”

“I’m sorry” Tim whispered

You wave away the apology, “It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t anyone’s fault but the Jokers”

At that moment Damian walked back in with Ace, both of them panting slightly. Immediately Ace breaks away from Damian and sits beside you, leaning against your leg, letting you know that he is here if you need him.

“I have a request, please don’t feel obligated to say yes, if you are uncomfortable with it …”

“Just state your request” Damian snaps

“Can I touch your faces?”

“That … is a very odd request” Tim says

“I may not be able to see you with my eyes, but I can with my hands. I can use my hands to feel your face, and then if you would tell me your eye color I would be able to picture you in my mind, put a face to your voice”

Damian is the first to step forward, “I assume that you have already done this with Grayson?” you nod, “They you may feel my face”

You reach out, Damian takes your hands into his and places your hands on his cheeks. You smooth your fingers over his high cheekbones, his slightly unturned nose, his square jaw, and his slightly almond shaped eyes. You run your fingers up into his hair feeling the short spikes.

“What color are your eyes?”

“They have been described as jade green before”

You smile, “You will grow into a very handsome man, Damian”

“Of course” Damian sniffs

“I’m next” Tim called, you could hear him jump up on the counter. He grabbed your hand and, much like Damian, guided you to touch his face.

You run your fingers over his narrow face. He also has high cheekbones, a narrow nose, and oval eyes. You would describe Tim as pretty. His bone structure is too delicate to be handsome. His hair is long, already past his ears, it is silky smooth and soft.

“Your eye color?”

“Blue” Tim replied, “and my hair is black”

You nod quietly, “you have such a delicate bone structure, but I have a feeling that you could pack a punch if you wanted to!”

Tim chuckled, “That I can do!”

You turn to the last place that you heard Jason’s voice, “Jason, do you mind?”

He stepped forward, so close that you can feel the heat of his chest against yours. “Well go ahead” his voice was a rumble deep in his chest.

Unlike the others he didn’t place your hands on his face. So you reach out and gently ley a hand on his chest, smoothing both hand up over his neck and gently coming in contact with Jason’s chin. He has a square jaw, a well proportioned nose, and soft lips. His eyes were oval, his eye lashes long. You run your fingers up into his hair, it feel even softer than Tim’s. However the very front part of his hair, right in the middle of his forehead where is feels different.

“Your hair feels different right here”

Jason chuckled, “I have a trauma streak, right there is completely white, the rest is black”

You reach back up and finger the strand of hair, “I like it, it adds character”

You lower your hands down to Jason’s cheeks and can feel him smile, you smile back, “You should smile more often, you look good when you do”

“I bet you look good all the time” you say back. Immediately you can feel the blood rush to your face, “Oh my God, I really just said that”

“I mean I am pretty damn hot, honey!”

Tim groans from on the couch, “Will you just ask her out already, Jay?!? She might not be able to see the looks you have been giving her but the rest of us can!!”

You smirk, tilting your head up, “I wonder what looks you have been giving me”

“Nothing that any of us want to see” Damian calls out

Dick just laughs as Jason searches for words.

“I was going to let you get to know me better first” Jason mumbled

“Don’t you need to get to know me too?”

“Dick talks about you so much that I feel like I already do know you. But everything aside. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

You reach up, brushing your fungers against his cheek again, “I would love to go on a date with you, Jay. But only if Ace can come with us”

“I wouldn’t think to have it any other way.”

Prompt List (CURRENTLY CLOSED)

So….. This is my prompt list. Requests are open SFW or NSFW, just send me which character you want and done.

  1. “stop bleeding!”
  2. “Is that your dog?”
  3. “You are not allowed to die”
  4. “Stop that dog”
  5. “Is that my wig”
  6. “Take out my clothes”
  7. “I’ve been having an Affair”
  8. “please, don’t leave me”
  9. “Get away from me!”
  10. “You are heavy”
  11. “Pretend you love me”
  12. “I’m so lucky”
  13. “Stop making weird noises”
  14. “Don’t be silly”
  15.  “I love your hair”
  16. “Kiss me”
  17. “Get in the car”
  18. “Don’t be a baby”
  19. “Marry me”
  20. “I’m pregnant” 
  21. “Be my sugar daddy” 
  22. “Are you hurt?”
  23. “I’m breaking up with you”
  24. “Learn to drive”
  25. “Your so cute”
  26. “Look at those bums”
  27. “you’re making me blush”
  28. “Tell me what you desire”
  29. “Are you jealous?”
  30. “let’s rob a bank”
  31. “I loved you since we were kids”
  32. “I’m dying”
  33. “You are making me hungry”
  34. “I died”
  35. ” Stop teasing”
  36. “You are…… a metahuman?”
  37. “This wasn’t supposed to happen”
  38. “I lost the baby”
  39. “Give me a chance”
  40. “You’re a monster”
  41. “Don’t touch me”
  42. “Please don’t hurt me”
  43. “Never call me again”
  44. “This is a disaster”
  45. “I’m attracted to you”
  46. “is that my shirt?”
  47. “let me take care of you”
  48. “tell me you love me”
  49. “Do you want to make a baby?”
  50. “Let me take care of you”
  51. “You’re in love with me?”
Unintended Consequences

Hey guys. Its Dawn back again with more Batfam fic. This one’s for @whore4batfam. Thanks for the idea.  : ) I hope you like what I did with it. 

Summary: In trying to hide his own illness Damian ends up getting Tim sick. 

Warnings: none


The only thing Damian hated more than being sick was Father knowing he was sick. It meant the immediate suspension of everything he enjoyed. Patrol, practice, and casework. He could still read, but Pennyworth had declared sick reading to only be ‘fun’ reading. He’d then be forced into bed, and as much as he enjoyed the warm soup Alfred made or Dick’s visits, the cons outweighed the pros.

The morning he woke with a stuffy nose and aching head he resolved to keep it as secret as possible. He’d learned from previous attempts that simply concealing his illness did not work. It always backfired on him and ended up making him worse.

He had learned and adapted his technique. He halved practice times, kept a water bottle on him at all times, and moved as little as possible. In this way he felt no worse by the time patrol came than he had in the morning. He might say he was feeling a bit better. He kept up the routine for the next two days, even as he felt well before the end of the time. Experience had also taught him that it didn’t do well to be hasty with his recovery.

By day three he was feeling pleased with himself. He’d beaten the sickness and not a soul had found out. That was also when Drake had begun to sneeze. He swore it was allergies, but his face was washed out and his eyes redder than they should be. By the end of the day it was obvious Tim was ill, and not taking it as well as Damian had.

He voluntarily stayed back from patrol, allowing Alfred to bundle him up the stairs and to his room. Damian’s experience with illness had taught him another thing, that sometimes the sickness spread to others. He thought he’d been careful about what he’d touched, and where he’d been. He’d consciously stayed out of the way of others to avoid passing the sickness.

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Accidents || Tim Drake x Reader

A/N : my Tim Drake requests are jumbled up but heres one so yay 
Original request : Reader accidentally blurts out her  love for Tim. 

You sat in front of your TV staring at it blankly. You didn’t really have a single clue of what was playing but the pictures and sound provided a reassuring effect on you. You were having the mother of all  bad days and instead of crying it away or reacting to it in  anyway , you felt numb. The truth was you didn’t mind it. It would come and go and and then you’d be fine , hopefully. So you just sat there staring blankly at the TV with no idea of what was happening around you.

You vaguely recalled your parents calling and saying they would be home late and you should microwave last night’s pasta and get some sleep. You remembered making incoherent sounds of agreement before cutting the call and turning off your phone. You heard a noise but didn’t bother to get up and check what was happening.

“(Y/N) ! ” you heard a voice say. Tim. Tim Drake and you felt despair setting in , something you had been trying to avoid really really hard. That was the problem with  Tim , he made you feel all these things and he never understood the effects it had on you. You didn’t answer his call. Maybe if you stayed as you were he would leave you alone because honestly you couldn’t deal with it. His constant obliviousness to your feelings created a sense of rejection in you and you did not -could not - deal with it right now.

But woe the while, you felt the couch dip and you felt his presence with you , his piercing blue eyes, staring intently at you , trying to figure out what was wrong.  He did that a lot.  Solve the worst of problems with that genius mind of his.  For someone so smart , he was still clueless about your feelings  and you didn’t need that fact adding to whatever horrible things happened today. So you continued to ignore him and stare blankly at the screen .

“(Y/N)? ” he asked again and you could feel your resolution crumbling. Please just go away , you thought , let me be here in peace.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong ? ” he asked.  Everything ? Still you remained stoic and silent hoping he’d take a hint and just leave you alone.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong ? Did something happen ? “ he probed again. Nothing. You remained quite.

”(Y/N ) if something happened you can tell me “ (Y/N ) will you at least talk to me ! ” he  exclaimed after another solid fifteen minutes of silence.  Honestly , this boy cannot take a hint. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself.

“Tim please ” you let out , your voice cracking “ I can’t deal with this now please just leave me alone ”. Please just go already. He stayed quiet for a minute or two before he placed a hand on your shoulder causing you to stiffen at his touch , not something you did often.

“Please tell me what’s  wrong. I can help” he said quietly and you felt a tidal waves of emotions hitting you. Thanks for that, Drake .

“No you can’t Tim ” you said taking a deep breath, trying to control your emotions “ you’ll just make it  worse. Please leave ”

You felt his hand being pulled away from your shoulder. Good , maybe he’s gonna leave now.

“(Y/N) ” he started again and you felt your will crumbling “Can you please tell me what’s wrong ? ”

“Everything ! ”  you yelled out and you could feel your eyes welling up “everything is going wrong and I can’t control it and i don’t need you making me feel worse okay ! ”

“How will I of all people make you feel worse ?!” He exclaimed.

“Because I really really like you like more than a friend and you are so oblivious to it and I can’t deal with that sorta negativity right now so please please just leave !” You cried out and you could feel your eyes stinging. You averted your gaze from him hoping he’d just leave now. Till you felt his fingers under your chin , forcing you to look at him as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Not the expected response but you kissed back till he pulled away.

“I’m sorry I didn’t figure you’d like me back so I never mentioned it ” he said smiling slightly at you “ I didn’t know it would make you feel that bad. Will me staying here help at all with your day?”

You nodded at him as he pulled you towards him, his arms wrapping around your shoulder. Yes , this worked. 

~Circe