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I read a manga about dancing and then latin dance teacher!Kon came to me and of course he would be teaching Tim who is as stiff as a board B)

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(tim googles every cheesy pet name kon gives him and drops 3 phones until he gains control of himself)

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JayTimWeek Summer 2k17 Day 5:  Road Trip // Island Vacation 

I absolutely couldn’t pass up the oppurtunity to draw Jay like this for @sociallyawkwardfoxwriter‘s lovely FIC Please read and shower with love!

So… even though on it’s own it’s not very ‘roadtrippy’, you can still enjoy Jason the Hutt Slayer’s thighs right… that is indeed a thing you can do ; )  

  • Bruce [to the Batfamily about the batcomputer]: Who broke it?
  • *silence*
  • Bruce: I'm not mad. I just wanna know.
  • Dick: *looks around at everyone* I did. I broke the com–
  • Bruce: No. No you didn't. Jason?
  • Jason: Don't look at me. Look at Damian.
  • Damian: What? I didn't break it!
  • Jason: Huh! That's weird! How'd you even know it was broken?
  • Damian: Because it's sitting right in front of us, and it's broken.
  • Jason: Suspicious.
  • Damian: No, it's not!
  • Stephanie: If it matters, probably not. But Cassandra was the last one to use it.
  • Cassandra: Liar, I don't even touch that thing!
  • Stephanie: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the computer desk earlier?
  • Cassandra: I use the computer desk as a chair because it's more comfortable! Everyone knows that, Stephanie!
  • Dick: Okay let's not fight, I broke it. Let me pay for it, Bruce.
  • Bruce: No! Who broke it?
  • Damian: *hushed tone* Father? Drake's been awfully quiet.
  • Tim: Really! Really!
  • Damian: Yeah, really!
  • Tim: Oh my god!
  • *everyone starts arguing*
  • Bruce [off to the side]: I broke it. It kept beeping at me so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
  • Bruce: *looks back at the kids arguing* Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Tim Drake carefully balancing two boxes of assorted donuts when he opens his front door, and finding Jason on his couch, who is all, “Donuts? Score! But how’d you know I’d be here, Baby B??”

And Tim is like, “Ha. Ha ha. Yes, I knew you were here. Of course I wouldn’t eat all two dozen, specially picked donuts by myself. There’s like, four strawberry crullers, whatever. No big deal.”