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By request of the dear wisia and my own inability to let this be a oneshot, I present the next part of My Mother’s Eyes. IDK if that’s the verse name. I’m still thinking about it. Feel free to help me out, guys. Also I’m really so tempted to make this Ra’sTim but it’s still totally in the air. Vote on it!
Hope you like. Also I’ve had a few people guess and… well, we’ll see, ne?
Title: What’s in a Name
Character(s): Tim Drake, Janet Drake, Ra’s al Ghul, Dick Grayson
Pairing: None (possibly one-sided creepy!Ra’s/Tim because I have a problem)
Warnings: Description of mildly gory things, blood, super minor oc death, kidnapping, Ra’s is really creepy. I’m creepy. I’m so sorry.
Title: My Mother’s Eyes
Character(s): Tim Drake, Janet Drake, Jason Todd, Ra’s al Ghul
Warnings: Implications of death & near-death, Robin-napping, creepy Ra’s at the end, I wrote this at 3 am, also I may be missing some warnings but idk it’s 3 am just tell me or something nyehhh
[10:35:24 PM] Rahn: A counteraction to the usual Bruce is ashamed of his lover because Tim is too Young and shit trope. Instead of Bruce been cautious and ashamed, he is ridiculously proud that Tim CHOSE him, I mean HIM!! When there are younger, handsomer, more caring and totally not-emotionally-damaged people around vying for his attention Tim chose him. So he is PDA-ing all over the manor
[10:35:30 PM] Rahn: Tim just sighs and pats his head
Title: Meaningful Little Kisses
Character(s): Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, mentioned: Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown
Warnings: I MANAGED TO MAKE THIS A HAPPY BRUTIM YAAAAAAY *waves little flags*
DamiTim because it’s me :’D ~ <3 Damian is following the dating advice of teen magazines to the T. Tim thinks it’s kinda cute
Her you go, cutie. ♥
Title: Dating Advice
Character(s): Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth
Warnings: Damian doesn’t understand romance. Also he’s whatever age you want him to be.
“Drake, I require your accompaniment to the movie theater at 2:30 this afternoon.”
Tim practically freezes and stares at Damian with a hesitant confused expression.
“Attire shall be casual and we shall be seeing a movie that I have confirmed you have not seen and have come to believe you will enjoy. Be ready at 2 o’ clock.” With that, Damian turns and leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.
“What…” Tim stares down at the documents he was signing, “What just happened?”
Damian glares at the pages he holds, “I must be prepared. I should be confident but I should not be over bearing.”
He growls and nearly crumples the magazine and tosses it away from hiimself. “This is ridiculous!”
The boy pouts, grinding his teeth in the silence for several minutes. Eventually he goes and picks up the battered thing, smoothing out the pages.
Colin had told him this would be best… But this is ridiculous. How could a booklet such as this possibly know his situation well enough to give him proper advice?
But… Damian scowls. He has the confidence in himself to acknowledge that he is… lacking in social skills, particularly those which involve romance.
He opens the magazine again and reads the article once more.
It’s better than nothing, he supposes.
Tim shows up, half sure that it’s a joke and Damian’s just being a brat. But he sees the boy standing in front of the movie theater in some of his best casual clothes and…
Holding a small bouquet of flowers.
Oh god. He’s not going to faint.
So he accepts the flowers, allows Damian to pay for the tickets and snacks (he would have protested the treatment, but he’s practically walking in a daze), and watches the movie with him. It was actually something he enjoyed, which was just another notch in the “what the fuck is happening” meter.
Afterwards, they walked home together and split off, Damian going upstairs and Tim to the kitchen.
Alfred is there and Tim sees an empty vase filled with water on the counter. “You… Alfred, did you know about this?”
The old man nods, “Master Damian requested this of me.”
“I see…” Tim distractedly puts the flowers in the vase. “Do you… know what’s up with him?”
“I believe he is attempting to make your relationship more amicable.”
Tim looks at him incredulously.
Alfred raises an eyebrow in return.
Tim huffs, “Well, it’s kind of disturbing.”
“Surely that’s not all you’re feeling, Master Tim.”
His frown wrinkles his nose in an adorable way and Alfred allows himself a small chuckle.
“I guess it’s kinda cute, too…”
Damian holds himself back as much as possible but he still almost runs to his room when they get home. Once there, he locks himself in and dives onto the bed.
That had been more stressful that he’d anticipated.
He glances at his desk, the magazine hidden in one of the drawers.
He hopes for the sake of his fluttering stomach that this might actually work.
I’m sorry I’m late >x> damian trying to build a pillow fort to “practice military strategy”?
Pshhh w/e. I didn’t give a time limit, so you can’t be late. :P
Title: Pillow Forts
Character(s): Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth
Warnings: FLUFF :D
“Dick, where is my bedding?”
“What? Why would I know that, Timmy? Besides, my stuff is missing, too. And all my pillows!” Dick pouts.
Tim rubs one temple, “Alright, is Alfred doing laundry or something?”
Dick shrugs and is about to speak when Jason comes barging in.
“Where the fuck are my sheets?”
They eventually find themselves in the library and there before them is a….
A pillow fort.
With chairs, a table, a dozen sheets, a few comforters, and a mountain of pillows. It’s very rough but it’s obvious enough what it is.
“Did Damian do this? He’s the only one missing.”
And as they say: “speak of the devil and he shall appear.”
Damian peeks out of one of the openings between sheets. “What are you fools doing here?”
“Uh, trying to figure out what you’re doing, demon brat.”
The boy huffs and looks down his nose at them, “Obviously I am studying military defense strategies.”
Tim raises an eyebrow, “Who told you this?”
“Father, of course. He’s the only one with any intelligence around here.” He pauses and frowns, “Aside from Pennyworth, I suppose.”
“I see.” Tim and Jason glance at Dick who looks like he’s about to combust from holding back the urge to glomp the boy and smother him in cuddles.
“Well, shall we leave you to it? Or do you want some help?”
Another posh huff, “What could you possibly help me with?”
“Well,” Dick has managed to compose himself for the most part, “I know I have a lot of experience in pillow forts. I know I could at least help set things up. So could Jay! And Timmy’s always been good at strategy.”
“Don’t drag me into this-“ Jason covers Tim’s mouth with one hand.
“Yeah, baby bat. Why not take advantage of all the resources available to you?”
It takes some convincing (both for Damian and Tim) but eventually they’re all into it.
And the result is a pillow fortress.
Bruce walks into the library, “Boys, dinner’s ready…”
A blink, and he looks up at the thing before him, “Wha-?”
“Attack!” someone cries.
And suddenly Bruce finds himself being pelted by pillows from four different directions.
Alfred ends up having to collect them all 20 minutes later for dinner.
Tim Drake lets Colin Wilkes live with him. Tim is a good big brother, and Colin can’t see why Damian seems to hate Tim so much.
WHY DOES EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS TO ANGST *sobs* But it kinds of cheers up at the end.
Title: The Feeling of Home
Character(s): Colin Wilkes, Tim Drake, mentioned Damian Wayne
Warnings: Some sads but hopefully ends happily?
Tim hums and runs his hands through Colin’s red hair, “You feeling better?”
His slender hand is cool against the flushed skin of the boy laying his head in his lap.
“Yeah…” Colin sighs.
He stares up at the young man who allowed him into his home, no questions asked, and provided for him without a single complaint. He looks into soft blue eyes and sees a kindness there that he’s never seen directed at himself.
Tim smiles softly, “I’m glad.”
Colin feels the tears building up and he… he’s just so tired right now. He doesn’t want to fight it. So he just hopes that…
That’s it’s okay.
The first tear falls and Tim’s eyes widen. “Colin? Are you okay?” One hand goes to his forehead, soothingly brushing back his hair and the other cups his cheek, thumb wiping away a tear.
The boy merely closes his eyes and turns his face into Tim’s stomach.
Tim doesn’t ask further and the silence that follows isn’t awkward at all. And eventually, when Colin starts to doze off, he feels himself carried and placed gently into a bed and tucked in.
He probably dreams the kiss to his forehead and the soft murmurs of sweet dreams.
Colin has been friends for a pretty long time. At least, according to his perceptions of time.
But he’s had to put up with a lot from his friend, but one of the most notable things would be his near constant complaints about his “brother,” Tim Drake.
And Colin had always taken it with a grain of salt, familiar enough with the man that he wasn’t sure half the things Damian said about him were true.
Now… Now Colin was questioning everything his friend had ever said about Tim. Because nothing he’d heard from the boy matches the man before him.
After stumbling to Tim’s apartment with a fever-ridden body and dazed eyes that somehow managed to find it in the middle of the night, Tim had taken him in.
(Thinking back on it, he’d been very lucky in every aspect. He’d managed to find a place Damian had just told him about – never shown him or given the exact address! Not only that, but Tim had been home. What were the chances of that?)
Tim had nursed him back to health, buying him medicine and making him food and all these things that clearly took up time and money. Afterwards, Tim had let him stay. He’d continued to give Colin a place to sleep, food to eat, attention and affection, and more.
It was amazing.
Colin was scared every day that one morning he would wake up and find out it had just been a dream.
Perhaps one day, when he manages to leave the apartment free from the fear of coming back to a locked door, he’ll go seek out Damian and question him about it.
“Colin?” Tim tilts his head, birdlike, and Colin stifles a giggle at the action. Tim smiles in return, “Can you please set the table?”
“Yeah!” The boy smiles and goes to do so.
It’s strange, being so excited to do a simple chore. But he’s getting meals - filling meals just for him (and Tim, of course) that he can take his time to enjoy.
Everything now is just…
And at long last, after a two year wait, I bring you… THE 8TH INSTALLMENT OF DARKFICS. *fanfare*
Damn, I can’t believe it took so long. Anyway, I did a buttload of them to kinda make up for it. So please, enjoy!
For the newbies: Each drabble is noted with the drabble’s pairing and warnings for what it contains. They’re in bold, so you can’t miss them. :)
(Edit: Sorry about the read more breaking. I dunno what happened. Hopefully it’ll stay fixed?)
HEY. HEY GUYS. LOOKIT! LOOK WHAT I MANAGED TO DO!!! :D
I finally wrote more of Just Leave Me! :3 I hope you all enjoy it!
Verse: Just Leave Me
Character(s): Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Titus, Zatanna Zatara
Warnings: Angst galore. Not much else.
Things are going well.
But Tim has gotten too comfortable in this new life and this doesn’t occur to him until it’s too late.
301. Tim’s last birthday with his family was anything but happy. The day he turned 21 his family had either forgotten or missed it. That day the Joker had broken free and since Tim was patrolling by himself was lured and caught by him. Tim was then tortured by the Joker, and all it was captured by a camera and later sent to Wayne Manor. The family watched as Tim took his final breath as the Joker told him “Happy Birthday Timmy” then slit his throat. They all went mad with grief and killed the Joker.
310. The night before Tim died, Dick and Tim got into a major fight. The fight ended with Dick telling Tim to go die and Tim telling him fine and as he stormed out of the cave. Dick blames himself just as much as he blames Joker for Tim’s death.
So yeah. Enjoy…??? *sweats nervously*
Title: Happy Birthday, Tim
Characters: Tim, Dick, Joker, Alfred, Bruce, Damian, Jason, Cassandra, Stephanie, Barbara
Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, murder, character death
Um. So… Yeah. This is just a short thing that came to mind reeeeally late last night. Or obscenely early this morning. Yeah. Um. Soooo… Enjoy??
Title: “I love you, Mother.”
Characters: Janet and Tim Drake
Warnings: Dark themes
Pairing: Everybody/Tim? TimKon, JayTim, Ra’sTim, DickTim
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY AVA! You said everybody/Tim I did my best >x< sorry it’s short I’m working on my finals ;-; also extravirgintimdrake had also prompted everybody/Tim hope you guys enjoy!
"Fifty thousand dollar bid!"
It had all started as a joke. A nice party, full of bored socialites with nothing to do because winter in Gotham was unforgiving. What better than a charitable auction to get tongues running and people feeling better about themselves?
Given Tim’s expression, a lot of things, but it’s not like Kon wanted to be there either.
OMG THIS IS TEH BEST
TIM IS JUST LIKE “I HATE THIS. I HATE YOU ALL. I HOPE YOU ALL ARE FORCED TO ONE DAY UNDERSTAND MY PAIN YOU BASTARDS.”
AND KON’S ALL LIKE “LOL POOR BABY”
AND THE NINJAAAAAS AND ASDFGDLSKFJOAIFJE
OH GOSH I GOT SO MANY WARM FUZZIES READING THIS.
WHICH I PROBABLY BAD. I SHOULD GET THAT CHECKED OUT.
THANK YOU, BBY!!!
Look, guys! Do you remember that cute fic about bunny girl!Tim that we made into a collab forever ago?
Well I missed Neme’s birthday so this is her belated present. And it’s my part – the next part of that collab!!! Soooo… HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY, NEMEBIRD!!
♥ ♥ ♥ *Avafox cuddles Nemebird* ♥ ♥ ♥
Title: Bunny is kidnapped! (But not really)
Wordcount: 866 (sorry it’s so short, Neme ;3;)
Warning: You might want to re-read the other parts. Because it’s kinda been a while… -__-;; Which is entirely my fault. But look! It eventually happened!!!! *cries*
Part 1 (– Neme)
Part 2 (– Ava)
Part 3 (– Neme)