You doodled, a lot. All the time in fact. You carried a pen everywhere, always drawing spirals and flowers, lines and words all over your wrist, hand, and arms. You had always been told not to, that is may bother your “Soulmate” but those were rare now a day. “Soulmates” were common when your grandmother was a child, but they had become less and less common, to the point where if you had one, you were a rare exception. Your parents were lucky, and they were soulmates, convinced you would have one as well, but you, not so much.
You thought the idea was amazing, and yeah, it would be awesome, but you didn’t believe you had a soulmate, so every time your parents told you to stop drawing on your arms in pen, as to not give your soulmate ink poisoning, you ignored them, thinking how on earth could you have a soulmate? Until the last day of school.
You were walking down the hall, towards the door, when all the sudden your feet were swept from under you. You fell to the floor, backpack falling as well, and everything spilling out and onto the ground. You looked up to find the star baseball pitcher and a couple of cheerleaders all standing over you, glaring at your scattered things and fallen figure.
A/N: This is the first of five prompts voted on for the 2.5k follower celebration!
Prompt: Can I request one where Batmom sends the batboys texts to mother them -and sometimes to mess with them by sending something like ‘No’ or ‘I know what you’re doing’ at random, not knowing it usual hits the mark and makes them wonder if she’s psychic?
Tonight’s the night, Dick’s sure of it. He had everything planned out down to the last detail and tonight was going to be perfect for both of them, he was sure of it. He was a grown man, this certainly wasn’t his first time making love to the person he loved so why did he feel so nervous?
Dick was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He unlocked the screen to see that he had just received a text from his mom.
‘Use protection.’ Was all it read.
‘How?’ He typed back. His mom had a special knack for knowing when her sons were up to know good, call it a ‘mom sense’ if you will. But even by her standards this was uncanny.
‘I think you know how to use protection. I’m too young to be a grandmother Richard Grayson. Use it.’
“Oh yes.” Jason grinned spotting a freshly iced cake on top of the counter. He looked around the kitchen to see if anyone was around before he grabbed a fork from inside the utensil drawer. He plopped himself down on one of the kitchen island stools and pulled the cake to him. He had his fork poised in the air, ready to dig in, when his phone buzzed on the counter.
Jason sighed and dropped the fork to open up the message. It was a text from Ma reading:
‘Stop what you’re doing right now and ask yourself if I’d approve. If the answer is no, don’t do it.’
“God damn it.” Jason groaned, tossing the fork back into the drawer and walking as far away from that cursed cake as possible. “I never get anything in this fucking family.” He grumbled.
Tim had been up for four days now. He was busy working on a case and he couldn’t pull himself away from it until he saw this through. But even he was human and needed a bit of liquid assistance to keep him going. At this point coffee wasn’t really doing the trick so he went to his back up plan.
Tim pulled out a Monster energy drink from his fridge and twisted the cap off of a Five Hour Energy. He was about ready to pour the tiny bottle into the can when his phone chirped, signaling an incoming text message.
It was a text from mom:
‘Timothy Jackson Drake. Bed. Now.’
Tim gave one last glance to his heart-failure-in-a-can and pushed it away from him before turning on his heel and immediately walked to his bedroom. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
“I’m going to name you Drake.” Damian said gently patting the little piglet’s head. Damian had found the poor thing caught in a storm drain and he couldn’t just leave him there. He sure as hell wasn’t going to give the piglet back to whoever had abandoned it in this situation. Damian just knew Drake would be best friends with Batcow.
Damian stopped showering the piglet with attention when he felt his phone vibrate in his belt. He pulled it out and pouted at the message.
How could she possibly know? He hadn’t even asked to adopt his new friend yet!
“-Tt-” Damian frowned. “Come on Drake! She’ll change her mind when she sees you.” Damian said defiantly, swaddling the piglet in his cape to keep him safe and warm before making his way home.
imagine all Batfamily living in their sweet world where Tim is pure and innocent virgin sth like forever and one day he just arrived into kitchen for some snacks and he was all messy but in the way they’ve never seen and then realisation came - Timothy Jackson Drake had sex and the world is ruined
For @stephanieebrown in celebration of her beautiful new hair and my 200 followers. Prompt was ‘timkon’
The Gotham air is cool on his face and Tim Drake feels like he’s dreaming.
Bruce is yelling something in his ear (stop please don’t do it) and he distractedly reaches up and tugs the comm out, lets it fall to the rooftop beneath his feet.
Tim can hear the whine of the drones as they rocket towards him, and it bothers him a lot less than it should. They’ll be on him in a minute. Maybe a minute, maybe less.
It doesn’t matter.
The thought strikes him so suddenly that he frowns, pauses.
Of course it matters. This is a sacrifice. He’s seventeen for God’s sake. He’s seventeen and he has college and Steph and the Titans and-
And it still doesn’t matter. None of this is right, it all feels so wrong, and it’s only now that he’s about to die that he really notices. It feels like a dream, it feels like it doesn’t matter because…
Because it’s not real?
No, that’s not quite right.
Because he’s not real.
That doesn’t make any sense, and yet instinct tells him it’s the correct answer.
But how can Tim not be real? He’s Timothy Jackson Drake (real name buried, forgotten as best as possible) and he was Batman’s partner for a little less than a year as Red Robin. He’s a genius, a hacker, a prodigy, and he’s going to take a break from being a hero to go to college. He exists, just ask Steph or Jason or Cassie.
And yet, there’s a small, cynical voice in him that just thinks, Wrong, wrong wrong.
Only now it really doesn’t matter because the drones are on him.
Tim twirls his bo staff. He hopes that he can maybe take some of them out before they get him, before it all ends.
(He doesn’t really bother to think about the ending. It doesn’t matter it it hurts or if it’s quick or if there’s a bright white light or absolutely nothing.)
Everything seems to slow down.
Something’s hurtling towards him, past the drones. Some of the drones are exploding, but not all of them, and the ones that are still active shoot. Every single shot carefully aimed to take Tim down.
The blur that’s made it past the drones crashes into Tim, arms are wrapping around him, there’s a familiar scent of leather and hay and home, someone is yelling, “Robin!”
Instinct takes over, like this is something he’s done a hundred times before. He pulls his arms and legs in, making himself as small as possible. Somehow he knows that he doesn’t have to worry about the body wrapped around him, he doesn’t have to be afraid that all the drones are firing on this person instead. It will be okay.
The warm blast from a chain of explosions hits his face, and Tim knows it’s okay to look up.
The boy who’s holding him is achingly familiar, even though Tim’s never seen him before in his life. He looks kind of like Superboy, but his hair is shorter, his face less angular. His eyes aren’t as angry.
Besides, Superboy is gone.
The wreckage of the drones burns around them, and this beautiful boy lets out an agonized sigh, even as he smiles. “You stupid self-sacrificing bastard.”
And the words make Tim’s heart pound, make him realize there’s a warm happy glow in his stomach.
This is real. This matters.
“I don’t remember you,” Tim says. Because he knows this boy, somehow, some way. Of that he’s sure.
There’s a flicker of hurt in the boy’s eyes, and something in Tim flinches at the idea that he has hurt him. But the look is gone in an instant, replaced by relief and a wild, uncontainable joy.
“That’s okay,” the boy says. He smiles at Tim and it’s like the world has dropped out from under his feet. “I’m Kon.”
“Clone boy,” Tim says. He has no idea what the words mean or why they come out of his mouth so easily. All he knows is that it feels like something has come loose in his chest, that he can breathe again, and it feels like he hasn’t been breathing in a very long time.
Kon’s hands are still on Tim’s shoulders and he looks like the sun has come out after years and years of rain. “I’ve been looking for you a long time.”
Jason was in no way disgruntled. Of course not. It wasn’t like some stupid stupid boy, was going to get him worked up.
The stupid stupid boy was slurping, very annoyingly and loud for that matter, a multicolored drink that made his insides swirl.
Tim flashed him a grin, one that included a rainbow tinted set of teeth.
“Oh, c'mon Jay. You know you wanna try some..” The shorter of the two practically shoved the slushie into his face.
The man with the white streak in his hair felt nauseated, looking at the explosion of colors. That didn’t help as Tim suddenly placed the straw in his mouth while he was distracted.
“Now drink, you sissy.”
Jason made a noise, one that was muffled by the plastic in his mouth, but did as he was told.
That ugly, disgusting mess actually didn’t taste half bad.
He hadn’t even noticed that he had drank half of the drink when Tim forcefully yanked it from him.
“Woah, woah. Slow down you dumbass. You’re going to get a brain freeze and I’m not going to hold your hand for that.” Red Robin shook his head, glancing down at the cup. “Hey! You bit my straw. Ugh, Jason.”
The boy beside him gave him a look that would, in a normal manner, send somebody running.
Jason got ton of those from Tim though, so he was unfazed. He shrugged his shoulders.
Tim gave a scoff, and as soon as he tore his gaze from Jason, Jay yanked the cap on his head downwards so it covered Drake’s oh so pretty blue eyes.
Tim let out a pathetic squeak and Jason laughed at the noise.
He swung blindly at him, managing to sock him in the stomach.
“Oof, and here I thought you loved me.” Jay’s lips were set in a pout as Tim glared at him, once setting his hat back to its proper place.
“And here I thought that you were doing okay, with not pulling something on me.” Tim replied with a mocking tone, stirring the straw in the nearly empty cup.
“Did the little bird get upset?” Jason cooed, “Babybird, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
The younger vigilante muttered a curse word under his breath.
They walked in silence for a bit, the only sounds being the shuffle of their feet and the cars zooming past.
Jay had his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He kicked a stray rock down the curb, taking a glance at Tim once it hit a street lamp.
Tim had long forsaken the slurpie to a trash can, although his lips were a stained blue.
They locked eyes, and right as Jason thought something was going to happen, Tim ran off, kicking the aforementioned rock.
Red Hood took off in a sprint, chasing after him. “Timbers! You little-”
Tim looked back at him, and stuck out his tongue. He snickered, a sound that brought a grin to the vigilante’s face.
“And Timothy goes! Goes! Goes!”
“And Jay takes it! Oh, what a shame for the poor pipsqueak!”
“I’m not a pipsqueak! Come over here, you big buffoon! I’ll kick you right where the sun don’t shine!”
“Can’t hear ya from the finish line!”
“There is no finish line!”
They kicked the rock around for a while, occasionally scuffing the other’s shin.
Jason slowed down first, huffing, short of breath.
“Ready to give up, Jay?” Tim was sounding out of breath and he was beginning to lean against the walls.
“Never!” Jason shouted, although he was in the process of collapsing. “Ya know what? Take five.”
“Nah, just…” He breathed in. “Taking a pause. Intermediate.”
They were in the courtyard of the manor already, had they really ran this far? No wonder they were exhausted.
Tim laughed, falling on top of Jason.
Tim swiped at Jason’s chest.
“Mhm, sure. You love my voice.”
Tim said nothing, just nuzzled into his upper torso.
Jason felt his breath hitch in his throat. He refused to acknowledge it.
He brought his hand down, running his fingers through the smaller’s shaggy mess of hair.
Tim gave a contented sound, balling his shirt up in his fist. “Was it really that hard?”
“No idea what you’re talking about.”
Jason suddenly sat up, or at least tried since Tim shoved him back down in the grass.
“I don’t know.” Jason stayed looking up at the sky, a polluted mess.
“Bullshit.” It startled him and Tim shuffled a little, to where his face was right on top of the other’s own. “You had fun. I saw it.”
Jason had no choice but to stare right back.
He gave a long sigh, one of defeat.
“I told you. I suck at this.”
“Well, then we’ll just have to see if that’s true, won’t we?”
National Adoption Day: Bruce Wayne and Robins (New Earth/Prime Earth)
Today is National Adoption Day (18 November) and I couldn’t let this notable day pass without mentioning the Adoption King himself – Bruce Wayne. Wayne has the penchant of adopting orphans or becoming their guardian and then drafting them into the family business – vigilantism (or vice versa). To date, he has adopted or became a guardian to five children: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, and Duke Thomas.
Bruce Wayne (Batman #613 (Top Row, Left)): In his alter-ego of Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist, he has managed to adopt or become a guardian to five children, while as his true self, Batman (JLA-Z #1 (Top Row, Right)), had led and taught them the art of vigilantism.
Richard John “Dick” Grayson (Batman #16 (Thrid Row, Left)): This former trapeze artist became the ward of Bruce Wayne after witnessing his parents’ murder and was adopted much later in adulthood. As a vigilante, he became the first Robin (Titans East Special (Second Row, Left)) and later took on the adult name of Nightwing (Nightwing #14 (Last Row, Left)).
Jason Peter Todd (Batman Eternal #52 (Third Row, Left of Center)): This former street rat was quickly adopted by Bruce Wayne – the first in the family. Todd became the second Robin (Batman #645 (Second Row, Left of Center)) after the spot was made vacant and took up the mantle of Red Hood (Red Hood and the Outlaws #6 Last Row, Left of Center)) after his resurrection.
Timothy Jackson “Tim” Drake (Detective Comics #935 (Thrid Row, Center)): This heir to the Drake Fortune was adopted by Bruce Wayne after the murder of his father by Captain Boomerang. Drake became the third Robin (Supergirl #2 (Second Row, Center)) and graduated into Red Robin (Batman and Robin Eternal #1 (Last Row, Center) after Batman’s supposed death.
Cassandra Cain (Batman #567 (Thrid Row, Right of Center)): Born and trained to be the perfect assassin, Bruce Wayne adopted his only daughter after the abandonment of her parents. Cain began her vigilante carrier as the fourth Batgirl (Battle for the Cowl: The Network #1 (Second Row, Right of Center)) and later became Black Bat (Red Robin #25 (Last Row, Right of Center)) after Batman’s supposed death.
Duke Thomas (Batman: Rebirth (Third Row, Right)): Born ordinary, Thomas wouldn’t stay that way, he would eventually become the ward of Bruce Wayne after his parents became invalids via Joker’s Gas. He became the sixth Robin (Batman and Robin Eternal #4 (Second Row, Right)), albeit an unofficial one, when he became the leader of the We Are Robin movement, but was later trained by Batman and became The Signal (Detective Comics #952 (Last Row, Right)).