there are some who call me tim

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Batfamily at some point of their lives

-Forget a kid in the school.
“Hey it feels calm today, ‘da fuck where’s Damian?”

-Alfred putting drugs on Tim’s coffe so he could sleep for a while.

-“He’s Jason my broth… my.
butler” -Damian Wayne

-Hugs at midnight from little and scared Damian.

-“Damian what the hell, why did you bring another pet?”

-“I died once and you didn’t average me, so at least you.can…” Jason 24/7.

- Jason would put eyeshadow under his eyes in Halloween and would say “My Tim Drake’s cosplay, where’s my coffee?”

-Make fun of their old costumes.

-Be the smartest kids in the class.

-“Who was first, the chicken or the egg?” Dick Grayson at some point of the night.

-Damian would close all the windows so Jason would use the door, or better, he would not enter.

-Bruce would be proud to call them his sons.

-Besides all the jokes, they will support each others, no matter what.

anonymous asked:

I really want Damian to one day find out the lengths Tim was willing to go to avoid being adopted by Bruce and him just looking at Bruce with pity and then in some weird twisted logic try to incorporate Tim even further into the family

“Father wanted to adopt you, Drake,” Damian shouted incredulously during one of their many fights, “he was allowing you to enter into his family and you turned him down! Modified your father’s will and made up an imaginary uncle! How can you be so ungrateful!”

“Maybe I just didn’t want to be brought into a family out of misplaced obligation,” Tim hissed, angry and tired and hurting, always hurting. “Maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want to give myself the delusion that, hey, Bruce might like me beyond my abilities to punch people in the face.” He put a pale finger into Damian’s face. “Because I knew, even then, that some other kid was going to come along, some new Robin who was smarter, better and actually belonged in this crazy world.”

Tim drew back, turning away from Damian because things were pouring out of his mouth and he couldn’t stop. His vision was starting to water and he had to close his eyes to preserve that small bit of dignity he had left.

“Jason calls me the Replacement and, I get it, I’m fine with that. But after all I’d sacrificed for this town, for this team, I just didn’t want to put myself in a position where I’d be accepted only to lose it all when someone new came along. And look, barely 3 months after I finally gave into Bruce and let him legally adopt me, you…” He trails off and pointedly does not look at Damian’s Robin costume. It's hanging prominently next to Bruce’s suit where, once upon a time, Tim had hung his costume. He wipes at his nose as it started dribbling. “Whatever, you’re right. I’m terrible and everyone would be better off without me. I don’t even care what you think anymore, just leave me alone.” He said, stalking off. He walked away so fast and closed his ears to any snide comments Damian might have made. Because of this, he doesn’t hear Damian’s quiet, sincere little whisper.

“No, it’s not like that.” But of course Tim was already gone and Damian, well, he had a few things to think about before he confronted the older teen again. Maybe after he had a long discussion with his father regarding Tim’s placement within this family.

oh-toasty  asked:

Hi! I don't know if you're taking requests right now, but if you are I would love to read something about how everyone knows Batman is around, but nobody really knows anything about him. They all just assume that if he's out there he must have superpowers like Superman and Wonder Woman and Bruce just never corrects them. Like, he just lets everyone think Batman has superpowers hence why in the JL trailer Barry asks what his power is.

This was fun :D

Title: (Not) Just A Man

Summary: Batman: the man, (but more importantly) the myth.

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KNB x NBA

 Ok, I’m just going to throw a wild card out here and analyze the current placement of Kurobasu. Normally, I was expecting the choices to be based on colour or personality, but when Akashi came out I was completely thrown off. I think there is a clear pattern for why they were placed on this teams though.

My theory is they’re being placed into the teams where the greatest NBA legends are born (because they are the GOM so the teams have to be legendary too??). BUT! It’s more than just aesthetics! (I’m sorry Akashi, but the yellow jersey isn’t your color :-/ ) I think the GOM-Legend matchup is more on their playing styles!

So they’re not totally random! Then again, I could be overthinking things. If I am, this is probably a short rant of an obsessed KNB fan ^u^?

ANYWAY, Here’s the roster so far:

1. Kagami - Chicago Bulls
Michael freaking Jordan started from the Chicago Bulls. Kagami wears Jordans.
Also, have you seen this man jump? There’s a reason why Mike’s #1. He can jump crazy high and his drive to become the best is what put him at. the. top.
Michael Jordan wasn’t only amazing in terms of offense, his size allowed him to be a great defender too. 


2. Kuroko - San Antonio Spurs

Have you guys heard of Tim Duncan? No? Well let me introduce you to the man Shaquille O’Neal called “The Big Fundamental” and the one who placed the Spurs on the map. Let me tell you that name wasn’t born without a reason.
He plays similarly to Kuroko - in the sense that his plays are more quiet and a little “vanilla” unlike the other more flashy legends. He lacked a “style” in a sense, but not having one was his style! His style was consistent and amazingly persistent - often perceived as “boring” by some, but it was perfect for masking his individuality on the court. No one could pinpoint just Duncan. He had a very sneaky playing style - amazing footwork that allowed him to dance around his opponents. Literally, he was the perfect shadow.


3. Midorima - Boston Celtics
OK, first things first: makes sense because of two things: GREEN EVERYWHERE and the symbol is the leprechaun, a symbol of good luck!

Next, other than this lining up perfectly, let me tell you folks about Larry Bird, one of the greatest legends of all time (my idol tbh and a legend alongside Magic Johnson). Larry Bird is well known for having one of the quickest shot releases of all time. His shots could go past any defender. By the time they saw him shoot, the ball had already left his hands. Let me say again, he is one of the greatest shooters of all time.

Why not Curry and his amazing three pointers? Stephen Curry is only 6′3″! Larry Bird had a build that towers at 6′9″, he nailed the shots each time, and he’s in green too. Go figure. (There are other great Celtics like Paul Pierce or Bill Russell but I love Larry Bird OK)

4. Akashi - LA Lakers
Why not Sacramento Kings or a team that’s totally red? I thought he would be because Kings = Emperor or something. But, this makes more sense. The LA Lakers had several legends but I think the key player here is Magic Johnson. Johnson is one of the greatest Point Guards of All time and is a name that runs in every basketball nut’s household. He wasn’t just incredibly skilled, he made the plays that brought the trophy home. He virtually improved all the players around with each pass or move. Each pass and set was calculated - surprising many of his opponents! In a way, his plays brought a little magic to the court, hence the name. He was one of the few players in all of history who could not only play all roles, but DOMINATE EACH ONE. He was THE PLAYMAKER, THE MASTERMIND, THE KING ON THE COURT. If you’re looking for a player with irl Emperor’s Eye, Magic Johnson is the player with that exact ability.

Also, he and Larry Bird’s rivalry is one of the greatest in NBA history too! (Like the competitiveness between Akashi and Midorima)

Unrevealed so far and my predictions:
Murasakibara -
Houston Rockets (Possibly Yao Ming)
<3 Kise <3 - Golden State Warriors (Possibly Stephen Curry)
Aomine - Cleveland Cavaliers/Miami Heat (Possibly Lebron James)


But these ARE JUST MY THOUGHTS AND IN NO WAY AM I A DECISION MAKER FOR WHAT THEY ACTUALLY DECIDE!  Just trying to understand why they’re in the teams they are now huhu

If y’all have any thoughts or other predictions that might be even better, i’m totally open to hearing them!! XD I’ll probably upd8 this every time they release a new one X3 or keep my thoughts to myself

Brilliant (Dick Grayson X Reader)

love ur work! if it’s not too much to ask a dick x reader fanfic where dick introduces the reader to the batfam for the first time?? Thanks!!💕💕

A/N: Thank you!! I hope this is up to par!

‘Oh, god, no I can’t do this,’ you thought to yourself, knees buckling as you walked up the stairs towards the huge front door. Your palms were sweating endlessly as your heart raced with anxiety.

This was it.

After almost a year of dating, this was the first time you’d meet Dick Grayson’s family. It wasn’t even just any normal family, it was the Waynes - one of the richest households in the world. You didn’t even know Dick was Bruce Wayne’s adopted son until a few weeks ago; you just assumed he was a normal Bludhaven police officer who happened to be interested in you.

Needless to say, when he told you who his father was, you felt a bit of your soul die.

In the midst of your internal panic session, you were pulled back into reality by the front door opening. There stood a well-dressed old man whose face lit up when he saw you.

“Ah, you must be Miss (Y/N)!” He said, offering to shake your hand. You returned the gesture, smiling through your nerves. “I must say I’ve been very excited to meet you, please come in!”

“It’s great to meet you, too,” you replied before entering the huge manor. Your anxiety tripled when you noticed the entire family sitting by the dinning table, all of them staring at you as you walked in.

OH GOD.

“(Y/N)!” Dick stood up and ran towards you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his chest before kissing you sweetly; a groan could be heard from the dinner table. “Don’t be nervous, babe,” he whispered before leading you over to the table.

The first person who stood up to greet you was Bruce Wayne himself. He gave you a warm handshake and said, “we’ve heard a lot of great things about you-”

“Too much.” The youngest boy of the family piped up, earning a glare from his father. You simply smiled nervously.

“- anyways, we’re glad you could make it tonight. Please, make yourself at home.”

“Thank you, Mr Wayne, it’s a pleasure to finally meet Dick’s family,” you replied, sincerely but with a tinge of anxiousness. You swore you could hear your heartbeat at the rate it was going.

“The pleasure’s all mine; and please, call me Bruce.”

Oh god Bruce Wayne just told you to call him Bruce. Holy. Fuck.

Dick then pulled out the seat beside him for you and you gracefully sat down. He then introduced you to all his brothers.

First, there was Jason who looked rather intimidating. But for some reason, you could see a certain tenderness in his eyes.

Then there was Tim who looked extremely tired. He looked away with a blush every time you caught him staring at you.

Lastly, there was Damian who wouldn’t stop glaring at you for some reason.

A moment after, the butler, whom you learned was named Alfred, served dinner and oh god the food was amazing. You had to consciously stop yourself from scarfing down everything that was handed to you.

During the amazing meal, Dick’s family members bombarded you with questions.

“How did you two meet?”

“We were both assigned to the same case in Bludhaven-”

“- she was my superior and requested for me to join her-”

“- no I didn’t-”

“- don’t lie honey, your pants will catch on fire.”

“When did you realise that you liked this loser?”

“He took a bullet for me during a robbery gone wrong-”

“- totally worth it.”

“Did you two have sex-”

“JasON NO.”

As time passed by, you found yourself become more comfortable with his family. They were exceptionally kind and funny people. Occasionally you’d catch your boyfriend smiling at you from the corner of your eye; every time, your heart skipped a beat.

You could get used to this.

A while later, you excused yourself to the bathroom. It was only after you left the dining area that you realised you had no idea where the bathroom was. Being too awkward to go back and ask, you decided to look around yourself. A house as big as this probably had many bathrooms, it shouldn’t be too hard to find one.

Just a moment after, you found yourself stumbling across a place that made your jaw drop.

The moment you were out of the vicinity, everyone at the table stared at Dick expectedly.

“What?” He asked, mouth half full of food.

“Does she know?” Bruce asked under his breath. Dick glanced around and realised everyone else silently asked the same question.

“No,” he said, noticing that everyone generally had the same disappointed reaction. “I want to make sure she’s the one before I tell her.”

“From the looks of it,” Damian commented, “she is the one for you.” Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Inside, Dick knew it, too. He knew it the moment he instinctively took the bullet for you that you were someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“You have that stupid love-struck look on your face every time you look at her,” Jason added, “and you look at her pretty much all the time so that’s basically your neutral expression now.”

“Miss (Y/N) is rather special,” Alfred said, a loving smile on his face, “I can tell she makes you very happy, Master Dick.”

“She does. Being with (Y/N) makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“Gross.”

“She also takes a long time to go to the bathroom, doesn’t she?”

You walked around the lair, looking at everything but was careful enough not to touch anything. You knew that if this were some cliche spy movie, you’d be killed the moment you were caught but oh god, it’ll be worth it.

The futuristic technology; the weapons held in display cases; the suits hung on the walls; everything was fantastic.

You knew what this meant, of course. Your boyfriend had a family of vigilantes; which meant that Dick, too, was most likely one of them. This revelation was shocking but in a wonderful way, it was exhilarating.

As you looked up at the costume of Nightwing, you wondered if this meant that you’d have to be killed in order for their identities to remain a secret. Before you could think too much about it, many sets of running footsteps approached you.

You turned around and spotted the entire family looking at you, their eyes all wide open. Their expressions all said “oh fuck”.

“I know I shouldn’t be saying this but,” you said, breaking the silence that had formed between you and the others, “this is really amazing.”

Everyone could see how your eyes shone with admiration as you spoke, how you spoke with great sincerity.

“I’m sorry… You’re gonna have to kill me now, aren’t you?” You asked, your voice quivered nervously. Their lack of a response had caused a great deal of anxiety to wash over you.

The saddened tone of your voice instantly triggered something in Dick as he immediately walked over to you and pulled you into a hug.

“No, don’t be silly, (Y/N),” he said, rubbing your back gently. He could feel your heart beating fast against his chest. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, anyways… But now that you know,” he pulled you away from his chest but still kept his arms around you as he looked into your eyes, “what’d you think?”

“I think it’s brilliant.” You looked at his family, “I think you’re all brilliant,” you said, a huge smile on your face. A smile that warmed all their hearts instantaneously.

“Marry her right now, Grayson.”

anonymous asked:

Any Tim headcanons?

//Obviously I have Tim headcanons 

• Tim knits
   • One time as a joke someone asked him to make them a doctor who scarf
   • Tim almost stabbed them with his knitting needles

• Tim: “When I was your age–” BEN: “I’m literally only two years younger than you dammit" 

• Tim and Mary do all the grocery shopping
   • Toby comes sometimes
   • Jeff came once and was never allowed again 

• Tim is the unofficial dad of the house
   • Slender gives approximately zero shits he just likes keeping track of his allies
   • “Thanks dad. *five seconds later* Why is everyone staring at me?” “You just called Tim dad, you said ‘thanks dad’.”
   • “Hey daddy” “Toby I swear to god”

• Tim smashed Toby’s dad’s grave into tiny pieces with a sledgehammer and it was the most satisfying feeling in the world tbh

• “Operator take the wheel” is a Meme™

• Tim has a tattoo and only Toby knows what and where it is
   • “Yo man you want some ink” “I already have a tattoo” “what” “I will never speak of it again” “DAMMIT”

• Tim was 100% that best friend who took Brian’s stuff
   • “Brian before we die I want you to know I stole your garbage pail kids in third grade” “yOU WHAT”
   • “Why did you take this? I never even saw you wear it.” “Of course I didn’t wear it. I took it so you wouldn’t. Don’t put it on. Brian, nobody had an Airwolf jacket except Jan-Michael Vincent!”

• “I have a plan” “okay but is this a Toby plan or an actual plan” “rude”

• Tim and Toby’s room is covered in various and bizarre knick knacks they’ve found/stolen from targets’ houses, photos, and drawings from Toby, Helen, Sally and Lazari
   • Tim at two am: *trips and accidentally turns on the singing salmon Toby stole*
       • Toby named said salmon after Tim and he’s not sure whether or not to be flattered
   • Tim put up a mezuzah on the doorframe
       • “Tim what do you think this will do” “Keep Slender Man from watching me in my sleep”
           • It did
           • Tim was very pleased 

• Toby: “my Tourette’s is homophobic” Tim: “what?? Why???” Toby: “it makes me headbutt you when we’re kissing”

• “Poor Tim. He thinks he’s totally alone and that we all gave up on him. What kind of effect does that have on a man’s psychology? I wonder what he’s thinking right now” Tim, in a police holding cell: “How come Aquaman can control whales? They’re mammals! Makes no sense”
   • Tim has been in jail approximately 4 times since he became a proxy
   • All have, surprisingly, been for petty crimes 

• Tim on the outside:  ( -‿–✿) Tim on the inside: (ʘ-ʘ) and (ง'̀-‘́)ง
   • He is afeared and ready to fight

• He perfected a caffeinated beverage in college called The Heartstopper from the sheer amount of caffeine in it and it nearly killed his brother
   • Eyeless Jack is currently hooked on it
   • "Tim what the fuck are you doing” Tim: *pouring a five hour energy into a big gulp of the Heartstopper* “What”

• He punched the Rake in the face one time

//wow this got long

Kate about Zatanna: I want to marry her.

Cass: Yes

I’m now confused whenever that’s “yes” as in “me too” yes or “you totally should” yes. Do I’d rather have Cass have a crush on Zatanna or cheering the idea of her gay mom marrying Zatanna….or both?

Probably both.

Detective Comics #962 doesn’t have much of Cass aside this scene, but it has some of Luke. Not much, but his dialog where he calls himself “cooler than Batman” while Bruce is standing next to him made me smile, in a warm way. The most of the issue was a conclusion to Jean-Paul’s arc, but it did drop two important bombs - one that Bruce now knows Tim is alive and other that Ras Al Ghul seems to be cooperating with some mysterious benefactor….Who I have a strange feeling will turn out to be Mr. Oz.

- Admin

Sarcasm Is A Gift! (Tim Drake x Reader)

Request: “Hi! If requests are still open, could I please request one with Tim with the one line prompts using “This is no time for sarcastic comments.” “There is always time for sarcastic comments.”? (Bonus points if the reader says the second half of it haha) 💙” from anon.

A/N: Sorry its super short.

Tags: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @queen-of-all-the-fandoms

@tim-help @avengerdragoness @kazuha159

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You punched a thug in his face and kicked another in his groin, “Red Robin, I need some help here!” You called out.

You and Tim were in a warehouse full of explosive. All the explosives were connected to one time bomb, which Tim was trying to defuse, “I’m almost done, just hold on! You got this!”

You jumped in the air, spinning around as you kicked three more thugs, “Oh yeah, 15 against 1! I totally got this!”

“Are you being sarcastic right now?!” You heard him scoff.

You ducked under a swinging fist and swung your leg around while crouching down, tripping the scum who tried to punch you, “Me?! Sarcastic?! Never!”

“This is no time for sarcastic comments, (Y/N)!”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the heads of two criminals and butting them together, “There is always time for sarcastic comments! My sarcasm is a gift!”

Tim finally defused the bomb and joined you in the fight. He knocked out the rest of the guys in no time, not even breaking a sweat, “There, happy now?”

You looked away, folding your arms and raising your nose up in the air, “I could’ve finished them.” You muttered.

His jaw dropped, “You were just complaining about how you couldn’t!”

“I never said that.” You grinned.  

Jason Todd x Reader - Time - Finale

Part One , Two , Three , Finale

- You had been seeing Jason a lot recently. Just as friends.

- Though both of you wanted more, you were both just to awkward to make the first move.

- It was a really rainy night and you hadn’t been able to sleep. Your apartment was on the top floor and never felt completely safe on stormy nights.

- Instead you were sitting on your sofa and drinking green tea, going through Tim’s Netflix on your TV.

- When you had rich friends, you used them for free Netflix.

- Jason was bleeding and probably going to die.

- He had been in a pretty bad fight and Tim was on his way to get him.

- There wasn’t a chance he was going to get there on time. Tim was having to hack into his helmet and locate him as well as actually reach him.

- Jason knew a possible solution. You lived nearby and you were training to be a doctor.

- But if he went to you, he would have to explain the whole Red Hood situation.

- Then again, you were Tim and Steph’s friend, they had probably told you by accident and trying to keep it on the down low.

- Jason managed to get himself to your apartment building, luckily you were on the top floor and he could swing down to your fire escape without causing too much trouble.

- You almost screamed when Red Hood forced your window and collapsed on to the floor.

- “What the hell!” you yelled before noticing all the blood “Crap,”

- “Y/N…” Jason managed to choke out. He was struggling to breath.

- “Jay…” you froze when you heard his voice. Then you yanked the stupid helmet off and his identity was confirmed.

- You didn’t waste time demanding an explanation or freaking out. Your training kicked in and you managed to move him onto a table.

- You pulled out your home kit, it didn’t have everything you wanted but it had enough.

- After a very stressful hour, Jason was breathing normally and stitched up.

- “Hood! Where are you?” Tim’s voice buzzed from the helmet.

- You wanted to slap Tim in that moment. He had no sense of direction and if Jason had waited for him, he would have died.

- “He’s at mine.” you spoke into the helmet.

- “Y/N…bats is going to kill us…”

- “He’s alive, created a mess though.”

- “Should I come get him?”

- “No…no…he can crash here tonight.” you noticed Jason perk up slightly when you said that. He’d been completely silent, and refusing to meet your eyes.

- You put the helmet away. “So you’re Red Hood…That would make Tim…Red Robin?”

- “So you don’t hate me…?” he asked, genuinely confused.

- “Why would I hate?”

- “Because I didn’t tell you? Because I kill people? Because I’m involved in the Gotham Underworld?”

- “Almost everyone that lives in Gotham has been involved in the Underworld at some point. I had a teacher in university who became a villain instead of marking our course work.”

- “Killing people?”

- “Not my place to judge. You do what you think is right. At least you’re doing something to try and stop crime.”

- “I didn’t tell you?”

- “Sounds like you want me to hate you, I don’t. Plus, it’s a pretty big deal. You can’t just go around telling people that your Red Hood.”

- “But you aren’t people…” he whispered, hoping you wouldn’t hear.

- You did.

- “How did it start?” you asked quietly.

- “You want to know?” he sat up now.

- So many things made sense to you now. That night when he’d shown up at Steph and yours movie night. He was half naked because he had been finishing patrol.

- Why he was busy most nights

- The family matters Tim always had.

- Why Jason had travelled so much.

- “I do, what happened that made you put on a helmet and get a gun?”

- “It’s a long story…”

- “I have time…” you tried to smile at him, but he was looking at the floor. “And you can take yours.”

- “What?” his head shot up.

- “Sure, I have questions. But if you don’t want to tell me yet, you don’t have to. I’m going to be demanding why it’s taken Tim so long to tell me, but you don’t have too. I have all the time in the world and you can take that long.”

- “It’s a really long story.” he swung his legs round so he was sitting


- “You stole his tires?” you laughed “Why would you think that was a good idea?”

- “I was as street rat! I saw a nice car and didn’t put two and two together till Batman was already there” he defended


- “I went looking for my mum.” he started, this part was going to be the hardest. “She sold me out t the Joker…”

- “Jay…”

- He didn’t even try to sugar coat it. He told the story of his death in all the gruesome details. “So that’s how I died…”

- You gripped his hand, having joined him on the table. “You feel alive to me.” you leant your head on his shoulder.


- “I came back with a bone to pick, Bruce and I didn’t get on…I was pretty awful to Tim and the others.”

- “But that’s when Batman was gone briefly, when Red Hood was super big?” you remembered. “Tim disappeared for a bit…”

- “Yeah…He was lost in time. Tim was the one who figured it out. Damian became Robin and Tim went looking for Bruce, didn’t believe he was dead. Dick became Batman.”


- “So Roy and I ended up doing a lot of stuff, the number he gave up is still called every now and again.”

- “The Royfriend.” you remembered what Stephanie had called him.

- “He’s the best. Set my shower on fire once, still the best. Me and him had some stuff with the Joker’s Daughter.”


- “So you three became the outlaws…” you were trying to keep up with everything.

- “The first version of them. After we split up, I met Artemis and Bizarro.”


- “And here we are…” he finally finished.

- It had been about seven hours, and he had skipped out some details. You both had been through about three cups of coffee so far.

- “Here we are.” you agreed.

- “You want to kick me out? Zobie, killer, and asshole.”

- “At least you own it.”

- “I knew you’d hate me.” he looked to the floor for some comfort.

- You definitely didn’t hate him. Not at all.

- Whenever people asked it the future, Jason always claimed to have made the first move, you let him.

- You kissed him passionately but quickly. Pulling away to check his reaction.

- “What?” he asked, not trying to hide the smile forming.

- “I know everything now?”

- “Yeah.”

- “I definitely don’t hate you, Jason.”

- “But you don’t want this life. You can’t, it’s a nightmare, uncomfortable, messy!”

- “But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. I want you, Jason,” you quoted, thinking a book reference would mean a bit more to him.

- “Aldous Huxley…are you sure?”

- “Are you trying to talk me out of it?” you laughed at him.

- “Never.” he did make the second move at least, kissing you over and over again.

- “Well isn’t this sweet.” Tim had opened the door with his spare key, arriving to collect Jason.

- Neither of you cared though.

- For Jason, you had offered all the time in the world last night.

- He was already falling completely in love with you , and he had all the time to be with you.


Message from me - I could be really mean and say something like the Joker appeared and shot you in the head, but I’m not like that. I hope everybody that read these parts liked them! I loved writing them - Scarlett xx

anonymous asked:

76: "You need to wake up because I can't do this without you" with PLATONIC Dick and Damian

Hey, don’t worry anon! I’m not into shipping any of the siblings with each other. Everything I write about the batkids will be platonic.

As for your prompt, this probably wasn’t what you had in mind. At first I was thinking I was going to write angst, and I started to, but then it turned really fluffy, really fast. So enjoy this silly little thing.


“Damian,” a voice mock-whispered. There were snickers to accompany it, and Dick, who wasn’t even the target of the voice, was finding himself a little annoyed. Because he was having a great nap after a hard day of training with Bruce and Damian. Unfortunately, the voices did not give up. “Damian.”

Damian mumbled an irritated, “Leave me alone, Todd,” and snuggled—snuggled—closer to Dick’s warmth.

Dick’s eyes snapped open, because he didn’t quite remember falling asleep with Damian in his bed. That meant Damian had willfully—probably, since the kid was a pretty light sleeper and wouldn’t have tolerated any carrying—slipped into Dick’s room and then into his bed to snuggle. Which was a little weird, since usually it was only Tim that sought out Dick’s comfort in sleep, but Dick didn’t mind. If anything, it was sweet.

“Dickiebird’s awake,” the voice murmured, another voice just a soft laugh in the background.

“That’s what we were trying to avoid,” someone else argued, and it finally clicked in Dick’s brain who else was in his room. His siblings. All four of his siblings were in his room, one of them sleeping peacefully and the others trying to wake said sleeping sibling for some unknown reason.

“Do we abort?” Tim asked when Jason just snickered at his argument. “Jason, seriously.”

“None of this is serious,” Jason told him, and Dick looked over to see a giant grin on his brother’s face, Cass trying to hide her own behind him. “That’s why it’s called a prank.”

Dick’s stomach dropped. “What did you three do?”

“Stop blathering like idiots and let me sleep,” Damian said suddenly from right next to him. “Otherwise I’ll set Titus on you and leave you to his mercy.”

When Jason, Tim, and Cass quieted down immediately, Dick just stared at them, waiting for the shoe to drop. They didn’t do anything, just looking at each other and leaving, and Dick couldn’t help but wonder what they’d even planned on doing.

Or did. Because Dick finally took a moment to look around the room, and his breath caught. They were all so dead the moment Alfred caught wind of this.

His room was bright pink. Pink. He hadn’t noticed it before, but pretty much everything was some shade of pink or purple on it somewhere, streaks of paint and marker everywhere. Not even the clothes peeking out from the open closest door were spared. If Dick’s room looked like this, he wondered if Damian’s room was similar.

If it was, Jason and Tim didn’t have long to live, and it wouldn’t be because of Alfred.

“Uh, Damian?”

“What.”

“You need to wake up,” Dick said, still kind of in shock—It was his stuff, and Jason, Tim, and Cass weren’t going to get out of this without retribution, “because I can’t do this without you.”

Damian’s brow scrunched up in confusion, and he peered up blearily at Dick. “Do what?”

“My room.”

It took a moment, but then, it clicked, and Damian looked thunderous. “If they touched anything in my room, they are going to pay. It’s mine.

Dick hummed, sitting up. Damian followed him upright, rigid, tense, and looked about ready to march to Bruce and send everyone to their—maybe physical—deaths. Before Damian could fling himself out of the bed, Dick nudged him.

“Before you tell Bruce and Alfred,” Dick said, a wry grin playing at his lips, “what say you and me team up and see what we can accomplish?”

Damian stared at him a moment, but then he relaxed, realizing what Dick was getting at. “What did you have in mind?”

“I have a few things up my sleeves,” Dick said, grin growing by the second, and Damian matched him with a smirk.

Oh, their siblings were in for it now.


The very next day, Bruce woke up to World War III being fought just outside his door. He turned over, pulled a pillow over his head, and went back to sleep. Alfred could deal with it.

You were my heaven

Since this has gotten a lot of requests for a part 2, I decided to continue Say No More. Initially I never really planned on writing a part 2 because I have always thought of Say No More as a stand-alone but recently, I found myself writing bits and pieces of Say No More. So if you have come here for the happy ending, I am sorry to say this is probably not the happy ending you are looking for! Maybe you can wait for the last installment to this series! Thank you for the support!

You can read the first installment here: ONE


Tim drops his entire bag on the floor, flopping on to the bed. What used to bring him comfort is no longer appealing to him. He tosses and turns on the bed, not able to get the thoughts of you out of his head and not able to keep his head returning to places they should not be going. Today probably marks the second week of your absence – Tim doesn’t quite know, he has stopped counting after a week of waiting and searching for you – and Tim is half of what he used to be.

After what seems like forever and a moon of restlessly tossing around, Tim finally falls asleep. Though it probably would have been better if he had stayed up instead because the moment he went to sleep, he is instantaneously haunted by his memories of you and everything his mind could come up with. So Tim wakes up with a start and a shout of your name. His body is shivering and he can even feel his hands trembling.

He had seen you in his dreams – what else is new – but this time, you did not even look like you at all. You looked paler and distraught and it was just not what he was used to seeing in you – you had always been full of life, vibrant and lovely but what appeared before him almost look like a shell of you. Your accusing stares tore deep in to him.

“Why did you do this to me?” You had kept asking him but every single time Tim tries to answer, his mouth keeps shut and he could not speak and every single time he takes a step towards you, you take two steps backwards. “All I ever wanted and asked of you was for you to love me back, Tim.” You had started crying at that point but what scared Tim the most is the fact that your tears are red and he begins to panic.

“I gave you all of my love, Tim but what did you do to me? You treated me like I never meant anything to you.” You shout at him and Tim begins to claw at his own mouth – that was not true! You meant everything to him! – but sadly, you didn’t even seem to look at him anymore as you continue to talk. 

“You made me feel like some worthless person who can be tossed aside at a whim! I thought I meant more to you than just someone to warm your bed, to care for you, Tim.”

Just as you made the move to lunge towards him, Tim had jerked upright in the bed, wide awake, calling out your name in despair. His nightmares had never been so vivid, so hurtful but it brought tears to his eyes – it makes him wonder if he had done that to you. Tim doesn’t know when he started losing sight of what had been really important to him and he also does not how he could have let things go very badly to the point where you had taken off in the middle of the night.

(Obviously, like any other couples, the both of you have had fights before but nothing this big. Even when you were mad at him, you still slept on the same bed as him and when morning came, that was when the two of you would sit down and talk about the issues so Tim is more than worried when he realized you were gone by the time he had woken up from his drunken state).

It’s not like he didn’t try to look for you – he did but you were better at hiding. You avoided a lot of areas where there were camera and every single time Tim thinks he might have a clue on where you are, he ends up empty-handed and it has gotten to the point where his entire family has started to get very worried about him. As if his normal state of not sleeping nor eating well not enough of a worry for them.

His world used to be so full of colour but after that night, the world around him turn black and has since then been black. Sometimes Tim doesn’t even care if he goes to sleep or not because he knows he is living a nightmare too. There is no peace in sleeping nor in staying awake. Tim honestly never thought he would ever lose you and he still could not stand the idea that he might lose you forever because he knows if you had not wanted him to find you, you would have taken all of your belongings – Tim also does not know how much time and space he can continue to give you because his life, it is a living hell now.

“I love you,” Those three words were never easy for him to say – Tim is more of a man of action than words – and they always seem to tangle his tongue but you often said it and very easily too. In you, he had seen love and he had seen his future and he would be very foolish to let you go forever.

Tim closes his eyes, leaning against the headboard. He is not going to sleep – what’s the point, he is living his nightmare anyways. His mind is working a mile a minute as he tries to figure out all the places you might go to or all the places you may have gone to before he realizes one important thing. 

His eyes snap open and he stumbles off his bed in his haste to grab his phone from his bag. Why the hell did he not think of that in the very beginning? Of course you were not going to go very far – your entire life has been in Gotham and Tim is almost a hundred percent sure you are where he thinks you are: in Gotham. He had simply been looking in all the wrong places!

Does That Answer Your Question?

A/N: So I kind of rushed this at the end and I didn’t know how to finish it off so it’s like REALLY BAD, but ya’know, I’ll probably rewrite it later in the future if necessary. Anyways, Enjoy! 


Request/Prompt: Request, from @lilo-efuru (Thank you love! I actually really enjoyed writing this

Summary: You leave Jason in a tight situation with his brothers

Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader

Warning(s): nothing? maybe one or two swears??

Word Count: 600+

Note: Nah

Tags: I was unable to find my list of tags, so if you’d like to e tagged just send me a message and I’ll add you to the list (New List)



You and Jason had been playing the media for months, his family was starting to get curious in it which made the fun eventful. Your friendship with Jason was fun flirting and simple hangouts while the two of you were out on patrol, it wasn’t anything special. But the sudden idea came to mind when a certain photo was leaked out to the public of the two of you sitting on the rooftop seeming to be rather close to each other.


Since then it’s been a game, pointing out photographers that were following them and did something that friends wouldn’t do. It was rather funny seeing the media freak out about it, the headlines were quite dumb as well.


“Is that still the top trending in Gotham’s New? That photo came out a month ago,” Jason stood next to you in the batcave as you scrolled through your phone, giggling as you went through the comments.


“What can I say Jaybird, the media LOVES us,” You smirk up towards him, slipping your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. You turn to find his three brothers staring at the two of you, Dick turned away the second you looked at him, Tim slowly moved his gaze away, while Damian kept a glare on you.


You gave the three a questioning look and you walk toward them, knowing Jason was close behind you, “So? What’s your burning question?” You speak up, staring down at Damian who was much shorter than you, glancing towards Tim and Dick.


“I don’t know what you’re talking about….?” Tim quickly answered before Dick or Damian could, you could only roll your eyes at the dumb answer and cross your arms while leaning lightly against Jason. You could almost feel Damian’s sudden glare burn through your skin.


“Y/N seri-”


“Are you and Todd a thing?” Damian bluntly asked. You turn back to Jason as you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing however the question made you think. You and Jason were not in a relationship but the word ‘friends’ didn’t seem to fit in that position either. The relationship you and Jason have didn’t have a specific label, changing from friends, to lovers, to enemies, and even strangers. You never fully thought of it and didn’t find it a big impact but with the sudden question thrown at your face you couldn’t help but think about it.


You could see Jason was a little surprised by the sudden quite, seeing the small tint of pink spreading along his cheeks, something rare for the one and only Red Hood.


“What.. makes you-” Jason was hesitant to answer, glancing between you and his brothers. However before he could finish you spun around to face him, gently pressing yourself against his body. He gave you a questioning look, eyes widening at the wide smirk you had plastered on your lips.


You grab either side of his face, pulling him forward with a rough tug and pressing your lips against his in a quick, soft kiss, meaning to only last a few seconds but going on for minutes, you seemed to have lost track rather quickly.


You pull back and glare at his two brothers staring in absolute shock, Damian only rolled his eyes at your sudden action, “Does that answer your question?”


You chuckle at Jasons reaction, poking at his chest before skipping off towards Bruce who sat at the batcomputer, “Hey! Bats show me some tips for this damn monster” You call out, pointing towards the large screen in front of him.


Jason stood in shock, as well as his two brothers who looked at him with wide eyes, “Jason… was that… did you..? Oh my god”


“No, don’t ask a single question until I talk to Y/N… Dick I swear to god

Most Embarrassing Secrets

Pauling here! The Administrator has asked me to kick off the blog by asking a question that would catch the eye of potential clients. Of course, people tend to LOVE learning humiliating secrets about their favorite characters, so I decided to make our first topic their most embarrassing secrets. Let’s begin!

Sniper: My parents walked in on my pissing in a jar my first time. They confused me for doing something else, but I decided it was better that they thought that instead of me pissing in a jar to throw at the other boys.



Pyro: Mmph mph mmmph mmmmmmph mph.


(Balloonicorn pooped in my mask once. It smelled like strawberry sherbet, but poop is poop.)



Scout: Oh God, do I hafta? Alright. I, uh, lost a bet with my brothers when I was 14 and had to take ballet classes for a year. Yeah, it sucked. But! I

was

surrounded by lots of hot chicks and made friends with this dude Tim who was REAL friendly to me. He still calls me sometimes and asks me if I’m seeing anybody for some reason.



Soldier: The first time I got my hand cut off was because I got in a tussle with Betty White on the set of the Mary Tyler Moore Show. The lady sliced my hand right off. I never saw it coming!



Engineer: (Sigh) I’ve built my fair share of sex bots in my time.



Medic: I dress in lacy lingerie under my normal attire in battle. It makes me feel

dangerous

.



Heavy: Sasha needs bigger bed.



Demoman: I got me head stuck in one of them wee trash bins with a lid. Me mum was pissed when she saw it on the newspaper. Raking the DeGroot family name through the mud, and all that load o’ shite.



Spy: Scout’s my offspring.

I’m Totally Basic

Prompt: Could you please write a batsis one where the batboys make fun of her (jokingly) for liking pumpkin spice lattes and wearing leggings and uggs. Like maybe something where the boys see a comment on an Instagram picture she posted that’s criticizing her for acting like a “basic white girl” and they’re like “oh noooo, god forbid (batsis) likes /pumpkin spice lattes/” “wow, I can’t believe you’re wearing leggings (batsis), it’s not like those are even /comfortable/” idk I just thought Itd be cute

Tags: @nervouswastelandvoid, @marlenej1, @lastbeliever, @ladyalexa, @books-netflix-and-pizza, @pillow223, @jaybirdtrash (Whoops, forgot these, don’t mind me adding them in…) If you would like to be tagged, please let me know, and If I forgot by all means let me know!!

Word Count: 270

Pairing: None

TW: None

  “Oooohhhh,” Jason flinched after Dick read a comment on your last Instagram post. “Really? They called Y/N that? Who is that? I think I need to visit them.”

 "No way,“ Tim sighed,"Don’t tell him, last time Bruce said we weren’t allowed to bail you out for beating up some nasty Troll that picked on Y/N.”

  They didn’t know that when they went out that afternoon they’d be jumped by paparazzi. “So,” one of them asked with a smirk on his face,“ Any comments on your beautiful sister acting so basic.”

 They all blinked at the cameras and you strolled out of the coffee shop everyone’s coffee orders in hand and were immediately pulled into the swarm. Dick wrapped his arm around in a protective way, as you passed out coffee to your brothers. (Well, Damian and Duke got hot cocoa, but still) Then, Dick breaking out into fake and over dramatic sobs,“Oh, no, woah is the day that we learn that our own sister it a basic… white… girl… boohoo hoo.”

Damia was a little less over dramatic and did monotone sarcasm,“ Oh, no god forbid that Y/N likes Pumpkin Spice Lattes…”

 Jason was a bit more cheeky,“Yeah, sweaters and leggings can’t be comfortable.”  

You smiled,“You’re right,” and all the paparazzi’s started to get excited because you might say something scandalous or something they could spin until you finished by saying,“they’re not comfortable. They’re super comfortable.”

  You all let out little giggle as you brothers continues to taunt the paparazzi with almost-story worthy things until you all made it to the car.

Bye Kitty!

Prompt - “Yay ok! How about a young justice one, where the reader gets exposed to a beam and is turned into a kid and (whatever character you chose) has to take care of them, while being super angry and waiting for them to go back to normal to talk about it.” - @nightwing-rules

——


Conner groaned as he looked down at you.

“What the hell happened?!” He demanded an explanation from Kaldur.

“Well…” Wally started on his behalf. “Y/N got hit by some de-aging beam and this is the result.” He motioned to the tiny person watching the television.


You looked up at them with a bored expression, if you wanted to watch the news you would be with your grandparents.

“And what does Nightwing say about this?” Conner asked

“He wants them to keep here while Zatanna looks for a spell. I’m on my way to assist her.” Kaldur finally spoke up. While they talked among themselves you jumped off the couch and ran off.

“And who better than their boyfriend?” Wally nudged Conner who looked back to where you were sitting.


His eyes widened when he couldn’t see you.

“Shit!” He cursed and Wally tutted at him

“Language, there’s a four year old around!”

“Who is now missing!”

“I’m sure nothing will come of it.” Wally shrugged as he headed to the kitchen.


Conner groaned again as he went off to look for you. He was in no mood for this. Tonight was supposed to be the night you two had put aside for date night, for the first time in months. You had even opted in for a day mission instead to get the night off. So here he was spending date night, looking for his de-aged partner. Meanwhile you were exploring you walked into Nightwing’s office where you found him doing paperwork.

“Hey there Y/N “ he smiled

You shyly approached him and climbed onto a chair to see what he was doing.

Nightwing looked around to see if you were accompanied by someone and frowned when he saw you weren’t.


He offered you a small smile and pulled out some colouring pens from his drawer.

“You can stay with me and draw me a picture if you would like to.” He said as he placed down the pens and searched for scrap paper.

When he found some he turned back to you and his face dropped when he saw the you and the colouring pens had disappeared.


Conner searched high and low and of course he couldn’t find you. Your parents were not joking when they said you were a handful. He called your name everywhere and finally resorted to asking for help from the others. Who better than Tim who had constant monitors operating in the cave alone?


He ran over to Tim and he went to wake the sleeping Robin up. As he neared him he could tell you had been here. He could tell by the numerous colourful scribbles on Tim’s face that you had been here. And judging by the tiny figure hiding beneath the desk you were still there.


Wally sped in and went to open his mouth before he broke into laughter, he pulled out his cellphone and snapped a picture as Conner tried to coerce you out.


“I like your artwork.” Conner said quietly as he crouched “If you come out now we could watch a movie.” he smiled at you

You looked hesitant in response.

Wally moved Tims chair out the way and crouched next to his buddy.

“We’ve got gummy bears.” Wally persuaded you.

You grinned in response and grabbed Wally’s hand and pulled him back towards the movie room.

Conner felt a bit sad that you went straight to his friend but smiled when you stopped to look back in his direction.


“Bye kitty.” You finally spoke as you waved to Tim and then looked up at Wally. “Gummy bears please.”

Wally looked at Conner’s bitter face and smiled.

“He’s got them so you’ve got to be extra nice to him okay?”

You nodded and ran up to Conner and grabbed his hand and pulled him over to Wally.

“Let’s go!”


Conner couldn’t keep his eyes open during Snow White, and fell asleep dreaming of you back in your normal age and having the dinner you two had planned to have tonight. He awoke to Wally standing over him taking a picture while trying to keep quiet, while you giggled still next to him. Snatching the phone he looked at the picture to see that like Tim he had also been drawn all over.


There were lines and squiggles of different colours and what looked like a pony on his arm. He looked down to indeed confirm there was a pony on his arm. Or it could have been a dog. He didn’t know but he did know that you and him were due for a long talk when Zatanna found that spell.

anonymous asked:

"Stop being attractive for like five minutes!" With Dickie boy please!

Walking down the street to get some food shouldn’t be hard, right? Wrong. When you’re the kids of Gotham’s very own resident billionaire playboy, you have to deal with the paparazzi and crazy fans who thought that everyone in the family were some sort of royalty. So when Steph, Tim, and Dick went downtown to get lunch, they were surprised to receive immediate service despite the busy lunch rush. The waitress all but ran over to their table, twirling her hair around her finger while looking directly at Dick when she spoke “H-hi, how can I help you? I’m Lisa, but you can call me whatever you want.” “Oh, um, I’ll take the burger and fries with a lemonade, no ice please.” “Of course! What do you two want?” When she left to get their food, Tim and Steph immediately broke out into giggles as Dick had a slight blush on his face while the other two mocked him for the waitress’ introduction. “Shut up you two!”

When their food arrived, Dick found no less than half a dozen numbers under his plate, which caused him to promptly choke on his burger (the other two started choking a bit two as they started laughing at his reaction). The waitress gave Dick another flirty glance as they left the restaurant, until the trio was immediately swarmed with adoring fans who wanted selfies and autographs from Dick, who was overwhelmed with the unexpected attention he was receiving. “Stop being attractive for like five minutes, would you?!” Steph had to shout over the growing crowd of admirers around Dick as she attempted to pry him loose with Tim’s help so that they could actually leave the restaurant and go about their business. “Can’t help it, I was just born with it.” Dick shrugged as he smiled at a guy that was trying to get a selfie with him “Besides, we’re kinda famous so this is to be expected.” “And yet it’s no less annoying”