baby-batboys:

A/N: So consider this official proof I have no self-control what-so-ever. This is a bit bulky and long, but I have a lot of feelings about Red Robin and his luscious, luscious hair. Like….his hair is like the Nightwing Butt of hair; Top notch hair.

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• If the Batfamily is known for one thing, it’s their inability to express emotion enough to hold someone down. I mean, look at Babs and Dick skirting around the bush for years and don’t even get me started on the whole Dick-Kori-Jason thing. And oh god, Bruce and Selina?
• But if one thing breaks that tradition, it’s Tim. Sure, between cases there may not be time to go on eharmony dates and look for the love of your life, but with Tim, once he’s yours, that’s it. No take-backs or returns. Tim is a robin that mates for life. Once he loves you, he’ll always love you.
• Also, out of all the bat boys, he’s the one who seems most domestic. Everyone assumes it would be Dick, even Alfred, but seriously Dick runs about in Disco outfits. Domestic my ass.
• With Tim, it’s all about late nights working, coffee in the morning, sleepy kisses and quiet talks.
• He’s a workaholic. By nature, he is. When you living in the shadow of two of the best Boy Wonders, how could you not be? We all know he stays up all night, at his laptop, searching for that one little crack in the firewall to get the data or info he needs. It’s as if he has the willpower to work for three days straight, but not the damn sense to ask if he should.
• That’s the deal with him, not only does he mate for life, but you will be 60% of his sense and impulse control. The other 40% is Alfred.
• There will be many nights where you have to slide him out of his chair and get him to come to bed. He hates leaving his work unfinished, but he loves the feeling of your hands sliding around his neck, the feeling of being nuzzled into, and the soft sound of your voice saying ‘Tim, come to bed.’

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batboys-and-other-messes:

OMG

Look

I see it two ways.

Keep in mind that for this scenario to take place the following things are needed:

1 Full night of sleep for him
1 Full stomach
3 (at least) cases solved in the past 7 days
0 open cases that are really important
1 invested Timothy (But let’s be honest, if it’s about his s/o he would be invested)

Basically, I agree with what you said 100%. He will have calculated what the best route is to get to every store you wanted to once without losing any time, and with enough snack stops in between to stay energized. 
It would be so smooth and fluid and with exactly ZERO (0) stress involved that once you’re done shopping, packed with dozens of shopping bags you’ll have barely registered how much time has passed and that you, in fact, got everything you needed. He would stay in line for you while you get dressed in the changing rooms, tell you honestly how you look in the stuff you try out and even tell you that something looks horrible in the nicest way possible while complimenting you in the same breath.

But also:

Distracted Tim who tries to keep up with his s/o but would rather do anything else and shows that by dragging his s/o into the weirdest shops (between the important stops) bc they look like fun and entertaining. Tries weird hats on, fake mustaches and tries drinks that have WAY too many colors in it and stuff that barely identifiable. Partly bc it’s entertaining and mostly bc he likes to hear his s/o laugh and doesn’t want this to feel like a chore. I mean he carved out a lot of time in his schedule to do this for his s/o but mainly WITH his s/o and he wants to enjoy their company.

He will DIE right then and there of happiness if you buy Red Robin merch with him. He would be so weirdly happy about it he wouldn’t stop smiling for hours. You made it a point to buy at least one Red Robin related item whenever he shops with you bc its fun to see how happy he gets while he tries to hide it.. and also, you can’t possibly have too much Red Robin merch.

Also: Trying on cheap Halloween costumes and dressing up like the cheap version of barman just because you can and its fun. Trying on the Sexy version of Batman’s costume and barely being able to laugh from laughing too much.

Imagine

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OKay I got too invested in this one, I apologize

batboys-and-other-messes:

Requested: No
A/N: I’m tired … and I’m in a weird mood today so here’s something I threw together to get it out of my system! This is more of a shitpost than an actual piece but hey, who cares? CHEERS!
Word count: 1185
Warning(s): Eating disorder hinted at?, Also its gonna make you uncomfortable
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“You know what always irritated me?” you asked into the room, your legs on Tim’s lap as you took a bite out of your third grilled cheese. There was a movie playing on the TV and the food in the current scene made you hungry. Even if you were currently munching down on food, you started to crave the deliciousness that was shown on the screen.

Tim’s attention was on the tablet screen in his hand, tipping away and solving things you had no idea about. It was probably something world-saving-important but to you, it looked like he was playing Tetris. Maybe he was?

“The Pizza Trope?” Tim answered your question without looking up, steading your legs when they accidentally touched the tablet he was holding.

“Yes!” You said enthusiastically as if he could read your thoughts. How did he know that this was what you were talking about?  

Perhaps it was the pizza in the movie that tipped him off?

You’ll probably never know.

“You just don’t understand, Tim! It was so frustrating to read this in every damn fanfiction growing up, I thought I was crazy!” you motioned with your hands around as if you tried to physically show him the extent of your frustration.

“Are we talking the boyband fanfictions or the ones about the weird alien TV show?” he asked, his eyebrows knitting in confusion either about his question or about something that was happening on his monitor.

“Boyband one.” You answered, holding your food out to him as he took a bite without looking. We don’t talk about the Alien show. Ever. Again.” You stated and he nodded understandingly.

“I still remember this one time where that Trope was especially bad. There were like seventeen people in this scene. All talking about how hungry they were, even saying they were starving, and you know what they did? They heated up a frozen pizza. One frozen pizza, Tim. Seventeen people. And then, when the scene skipped to them being done, talking about how stuffed they were, like this was some kind of fucking joke, the main character got up and -get this now- put the leftover away. LEFTOVERS, Tim… Leftovers… Seventeen people… One. Frozen. Pizza.” your voice was filled with unfiltered despair as you barely noticed how your boyfriend had stolen your food, eating it as he watched you have your weekly meltdown right next to him.

“I’m sure it must’ve been traumatizing for you.” He said, licking the last residue of your grilled cheese off his thumb.

“I’ve never been the same ever since.” You said, attempting to joke but delivering it way more serious than expected. It felt like you forgot to do something right now? Didn’t you have something in your hand seconds ago? Or did you imagine this?

“Actually, I am serious now. Do you know how much this confused me? I thought that’s how much was socially acceptable to eat. I was so self-conscious of what I ate after that for so long.” your words hung in the air before you and you wished you could grab them and stuff them back to where they came from.

Maybe the sleep deprivation finally got to you.

“Well… Maybe that person thought the same thing? Maybe they just copied what they read once and made it just a little bit more extreme?” He said, his fingers dancing over the glowing screen in concentration.

“You mean like a game of Telephone where one person comes up with something shitty and the end result is even shittier?” Somehow, to your sleep deprived and dehydrated self, that made sense. He had a point.

“Yeah, like that.” He said and you put the plate in your hands away before cuddling into his side, your head on his shoulder as you got lost in your thoughts again.

“Are you done yet?” you asked him after a minute of silence as you watched the different windows and green text pop up on the tablet.

“Just five more minutes. Then I’m done, and we can go to sleep.” He said, pressing a short kiss onto your head without looking away from the screen once. He was a little bit tenser than before and you knew that meant he was very close to a breakthrough. It had been a long day and you couldn’t wait to meet your bed and fall asleep in his embrace.

“Hey, Tim?” you started again, softly hugging his arm so he could still freely type away and work his magic.

“If there were fanfictions about you, what do you think would be the most common trope used?”

There was a pause in which he stopped typing and you didn’t know if you just made him mess something up or if he was thinking about your question. You hoped it was the latter.

“There are ‘fanfictions’ about me.” He finally said and you looked up at him in confusion.

“What?”

“I’m a public figure… Adoptive son of Bruce Wayne? There are stories like that out there about me … about Red Robin… and… other things.” He blinked tiredly as he seemed to think about something. His eyes weren’t focused on the screen anymore as he just stared ahead. His thoughts wandering. Searching.

“For some reason, people think I’m addicted to coffee?” he said, genuinely confused and you laughed at that. “And they don’t like my cowl.”

“Yeah, how else are they supposed to make sense out of your sleeping schedule? And your cowl does look stupid.” you teased but you immediately stopped when you saw the serious expression on his face.

“You know…” he started after a second, his eyes finally meeting yours as you saw the disoriented look in them.

“This is going to sound really weird…” he started as he visibly struggled with his thoughts. “But, don’t you think it’s weird how I rarely say your name?”

“What?” you asked in confusion, trying to understand his question.

What was he implying here?

“No, I just mean … It feels like I’ve been seventeen for decades now… I… I am not even sure how I met you? And …. I’ve been fiddling with this damn screen longer than it should take me to solve it. Almost as if it was by design? … Do you know what I meant? I don’t know but what if-“ he cut himself off as both of your eyes met in surprise.

A moment of silence passed.

“I think we should go to sleep.” Tim finally decided, putting the device away as he shook out whatever thought was still ghosting around in his mind. It was obvious that he needed some sleep. He already started to lose touch with reality.

“Yeah… I think we should.” You agreed, feeling as if the last drop of energy has been drained from you. You stood up from your position. Allowing him to do so too while you walked towards the bedroom, yawning.

“Oh, and Tim?” you asked as he turned off the TV.

“Hm?” he answered, his attention on you.

“Did you… eat my grilled cheese?”

A pause.

“Yes.”

“Asshole.”

 

batboys-and-other-messes:

Requested: Yes
Request: Tim Drake prompt: “I have and will sell you all for some coffee-“”Wait when did you sell us-“ “don’t ask”
A/N:  Just a little something, This is more Batfam interacting than actual Tim fluff but since I bombarded you guys yesterday, I took it easy today 😀 I’m not even sure what this is but just a slice of life thing? Dunno.
Word count: 1064
Warning(s): Food mentioned
Tagged: @jason-todd-rh @boosyboo9206 @pooiooi @icequeen206 @sassyshoulderangel319 @crescent-bluemoon @nanna-the-batmum @xoleaox @sleep-depiravation
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Your heels clacked against the floor as you walked towards the kitchen where the lights were on.

You arrived just in time to witness Dick, already suited up, stuffing a piece of pizza into his mouth.

‘This can’t end well’ you thought as you brushed the skirt of your dress clean. You watched some cheese drip down onto Dick’s white dress shirt in slow motion.

“Shoot.” He said, mouth full.

I knew it.

“Watch your fucking language, Dickhead!” Jason’s voice boomed from behind you and you jumped in surprise. “There are fucking children here.” He said, covering your ears and you slapped them away.

Then he pointed at Damian. “Except you. I’m not even sure if you age like a human”

“Watch it, Todd.” The youngest Wayne growled, and you saw Dick slowly push the katana down that Damian had suddenly pulled up from nowhere.

“Guys, Alfred won’t be happy if you start this in the kitchen. He has no time to clean up blood again before the guests arrive.”

“Again?” you asked yourself silently in confusion, but you didn’t care to ask aloud. You were tired and hungry.

“Hey, can I have some pizza too?” you immediately asked as you saw the carton on the table. You sat on the stool as you took one, which Jason slapped out of your hand immediately.

“Respect your elders.” He said before he picked the piece up that fell onto the carton. You rolled your eyes. He just wanted to have the one with the most cheese. Asshole.

“Where’s Bruce?” you asked, ignoring him and picking up another piece. Nobody could destroy your mood when there was food involved but it seemed like they all seriously tried.

“Talking with Drake about his irrelevance.” Damian had said, his katana on the kitchen counter.

“Bruce is not irrelevant.” You said, tiredly, which earned you only a click of his tongue. He knew that you understood what he meant but he dropped it, much to your surprise. At least now you knew why Tim wasn’t in his room after you got out of the shower.

“What about Steph and Cass?” you took a bite of your pizza. You looked up at the three of them. Seeing them all in suits was almost unnerving.

“The hell should we know? Do you think we have everyone in this house microchipped?” Jason asked, and you smiled.

“No, I KNOW that you have each other microchipped.” You simply said and none of them even tried to deny it as they looked away.

“Seriously? You do?” Jason looked at his brothers in surprise. “What the hell??”

“I think they are getting ready.” Dick had said while ignoring Jason, and you watched him rub the stain on his suit with a napkin, which didn’t make it worse but didn’t help at all either.

“This is stupid. Fathers presence isn’t even necessary for this event.” Damian had finally said and strangely enough, it was one of the rare moment in which he actually looked a child with his crossed arms and the frown on his face.

“Uhm… He’s the host? I don’t know, I think it’s kind of necessary to attend the party one has organized. Also, it’s for charity.” You said before Jason interjected.

“He even got me to attend so suck it up, gremlin. You’re nothing special.”

In one moment you had enjoyed the delicious pizza in your mouth and in the next you saw Damian leap over the counter and straight at Jason, who only cursed under his breath before you heard them collide on the floor.

“Oh.” you said.

“I think I need to put on a new shirt.” Dich sighed, and you looked at him in disbelieve. That was his priority?

“(Y/N)? Where- oh hey.” Tim entered the kitchen, catching you trying to pry Damian off of Jason. Or rather trying to pry Jason off of Damian? You weren’t sure which on it was as Jason had Damian in a headlock and Damian was biting Jason’s exposed arm, drawing blood.

A sight that was all too familiar.

“Oh, pizza.” he only said, looking away from you before taking a slice.

“Tim! Could you help me a little here??” you asked and he only looked at the position you were in, considering it for a second. Was it worth getting involved? He probably should take a picture.

Suddenly both boys got out of your grasp and continued their battle. You even heard fabric rip but decided to let it go and return to your food.

“Thanks for nothing.” You said, blowing a stray strand of hair out of your face.

“Mhm, you’re welcome.” He said before handing you a glass of juice which you accepted hesitantly with a side eye.

“Why do you still even bother?” Tim asked and you shrugged.

“Geez I don’t know, maybe because I don’t want to see them kill each other?” you had said sarcastically and shot Tim a warning glance to choose his next words carefully.

“It’s best to just let them fight it out sometimes.” Dick said, coming back with his new shirt on.

“Lets out their energy before the party.” He added.

“I just don’t understand.” You took a sip of your juice, hearing gunshots in the distance. “Like, would you watch me physically fight my siblings?” you asked your boyfriend.

He seriously thought about it for a moment.

“No, but that is different. I care about you.” Tim said.

Dick gasped. “Does that mean you don’t care about us?”

Tim looked him dead in the eyes.

“I have and I will sell you all for a cup of coffee if given the opportunity.” He said and you chuckled.

“Wait, when did you-“ Dick started but Tim interrupted. “Don’t ask.”

“Even me?” you wondered out loud.

“Except you.” He pressed a kiss on the top of your head as he walked past you.

“I’m seriously concerned about what you just sai-“ Dick started again only for all of you to stop in your tracks when you heard Bruce’s voice boom through the halls

“What are you two DOING?”

Jason and Damian’s fighting had stopped.

All three of you looked at each other.

“We were never here.” Dick said, grabbing the pizza carton.

“Yupp.” Tim said, grabbing your free hand as you all scrambled and left the kitchen, leaving no evidence of your presence behind.