Awwwww thanks Hun ❤ (Sorry I haven’t been answering headcanons recently i’ve been pretty busy to write recently) Anyway -here you go 🙂
How the Batboys react to meeting/ seeing thier s/o’s ex:
Dick:
-he’s low key salty but tries to be nice
-pOURPOSELY WILL cALL THE DUDE THE WRONG NAME
– “Yeah well it was nice meeting you Gary” “Its Gabriel- “COOL BYE GREG.”
– he WILL ROAST THIS DUDE NONSTOP AFTER MEETING HIM
– (the shittier your ex was the more likely Dick is going to just fuck with the guy)
Jason:
-THIS BOY BE SALTY AF (to the point where you almost feel bad for your ex)
-(Makes constant “jokes” about the dude *SLAYS, ROASTS, D R A G S* the guy both in his face and when he’s not around)
-you had to tell him to stop wearing his hood to go terrify the guy *He only laughs harder since the dude pissed his pants*
– “Babe c’mon he deserves it for the hell he put you through” (The one line this boy always gives that makes you allow it)
-he always makes sure to be a little extra with you when the dude’s around (kisses you, hugs you, holds you closer to him while glaring and smirking directly at the guy) *mINE*
Tim:
-lowkey worried (ESPECIALLY IF THIS DUDE GOT GAME)
-but will literally put you even higher on his pedastal (HE SENSED A THREAT HE MUST SECURE THE MERCHENDISE)
-you always re-assure him that he’s the best thing that ever happened to you (He stops worrying but it doesnt stop him from BEING HELLA PETTY.)
-*Ex (to you): “oh you’re still with him?” Tim (to your ex): “oh you’re still on child support?” (DID SOMEONE SAY P E T T Y?)
-he just loves to rub it in the dude’s face that he has you
Damian:
-THIS BOY IS READY TO ATTACK (SRSLY THE ATTACK LEVEL DEPENDS ON HOW SHITTY THE GUY WAS
-when he literally meets the guy he just looks the dude up and down before turning to you and saying “i’m guessing he was chosen out of lack of options?”
-he just loVES GETTING UNDER THE DUDE’S SKIN
-he’s so possessive and constantly enforces your closeness in front of the guy
-when your ex insults you he practically loses it and knocks three of the guy’s teeth out (But you couldn’t help smiling that he did so *god you felt so loved*)
Summary: your boyfriend Tim Drake is on a case. He hasn’t eaten or slept and he’s stressed out so you have to find away to get him to sleep and eat.
Request: If you have time can you please do a fic about Tim being super stressed about work and not getting enough sleep? Maybe his brothers have to intervene? Thank you in advance and I hope that you have a fantastic day!✌
Requested: No Summary: This is… my first fic and it’s 1 am here in Europe. Comments and critiques are WELCOME. Also, requests are currently open. This is more..’Fun’ than anything else. If you squint there is even fluff. But don’t look too closely. Word count: 1011 Warning(s): Light cursing?
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Sure, being Red Robin came with a lot of successful missions. Like the time he busted that human trafficking ring in less than 5 hours, or the time he saved a school bus from being blown up. But one of his current most successful missions was, hands down, the fact that he convinced everyone he had a coffee addiction.
The clues were subtle until they were not anymore. In fact, Tim didn’t need the coffee to stay awake. His constant anxiety, nightmares and dread of being too late to save someone’s life every second of every day were sufficient for this but he couldn’t exactly use that as an excuse as to why he hadn’t slept for three days straight. His mind was constantly working overtime but his body had trouble keeping up and the coffee at least helped with that issue.
It was the perfect scapegoat.
Tim starred at his empty mug, a string of evidence related to his current case running through his mind while he starred at the imprinted batman symbol on the ceramic, as if it would reveal something important to him if he starred long enough.
His mind was working on autopilot for the past hours, rattling the evidence down like a grocery list, hoping that he would finally see the missing link.
He took a sip from his mug, that (Y/N) had probably refilled while he was zoned out. It took him three sips to realize that it was apple juice instead of coffee and yet he brushed it off and continued typing systematically at his keyboard.
“See? You owe me five bucks, Jason” you said as you sat on the couch, ignoring the running TV and instead staring at your boyfriend hunched over his laptop. Jason grabbed a handful of popcorn before he shook his head. “We said five. Don’t try to scam me, (Y/N).”
“Little Wing is getting scammed? How do I get in?” Dick suddenly spoke up from behind the couch before you felt him plop down next to you, pulling the bowl in your hands closer to him, much to Jason’s dismay. “Nobody invited you, Dickolas.” He shot and you shushed them both as Tim moved to take another sip from his drink.
The fourth.
“Are you kidding me?” Jason frowned and you giggled. When Dick shot you a confused look you explained. “I switched Tim’s coffee with apple juice. If he takes five sips without realizing it, Jason owes me five bucks.”
“As if I have that kind of money just laying around.” He grumbled, ready to throw a handful of the buttered popcorn in his hand towards his younger brother. “Next time we put vodka in there. He has to notice THAT.” Jason mumbled.
You shook your head. “Why do your suggestion always end up with someone drunk or shot?”
Jason shrugged. “Why don’t yours?”
Dick only laughed at the ridiculousness. “So, how many sips until you’re rich?”
With your mouth full of popcorn, you held up one finger and Dick nodded.
Tim lifted the mug again, the room silenced in anticipation before he downed the rest of the juice, trying to hide his smirk while he heard Jason throw the popcorn bowl somewhere in frustration. “OH, Come on!”
“Hey, I just vacuumed!” you protested while dick kept munching on the handful of popcorn he managed to safe a second before.
Tim finally looked away from his screen and locked eyes with you for a second, mug still in his hand. You, Dick and Jason stopped in your tracks, waiting for him to say something which he didn’t. He only sighed before he faced his brothers. “No Offence but how did you two come into my apartment … and why?” he asked irritated.
“(Y/N) left us in.” Dick said and you smiled innocently at you boyfriend.
“And you plan on leaving?” Tim asked. Well, it was more of a statement to which Dick scoffed and Jason scoffed only to mock the older one. “Well, thanks to your girlfriend, not in my current financial situation.” Jason stated. “I’ll probably have to crash on your couch till I have paid my depts.”
“You think I am going to let you sleep on my couch?” You frowned. “You can have the basement floor, at best.” You chuckled.
“Is this how you treat your future brother in law? Cold, (Y/N). So cold.”
“Brother in- What?? Did I miss something?” Dicks attention was immediately back at the conversation from wherever it was before. “You proposed?” he starred at Tim who was too tired to properly express how draining this situation truly was. He only pinched the bridge of his nose in defeated frustration. ‘Dick, we are only 19.’ Was what he tried to say but he wasn’t even sure if he had the energy to fight this right now.
“What? No! Nobody proposed! Did- did you even listen?” You said and Jason shook his head. “Seriously, Dickolas. Look, now you have made things awkward.”
“Could you both please leave my home?” Tim injected again but the argument between the two oldest brothers escalated as they started nagging at each other for something utterly unimportant, while you and your boyfriend just watched.
You looked at Tim from between the two arguing brothers and shrugged. “How’s the case?” you tried to change the subject and ignored his piercing gaze on you.
“Why did you invite them?” your boyfriend asked tiredly and you pursed your lips in fake thoughts. “I was bored.” You answered truthfully. “Also, I was 5 bucks low on cash to order some chinese food.” You added.
“Chinese? Can I get some too?” Dick stopped look at you two.
“STOP INVITING YOURSELF TO SHIT!” was Jason’s answer.
One a second thought, Tim mused as he took in the scene in front of him, surviving this family was probably his most successful ongoing mission so far.
He saw you laugh at the stupid argument his brothers had. A soft smile crept on his face.
Maybe right after making you a permanent part of his life.
Requested: NO A/N: This was supposed to be short and sweet and then I lost control …. I had a conversation with @sassyshoulderangel319 (I can already type that url out by heart) about this post and which one I would choose and then somehow this formed in my heart and jesus, it was such a good idea. I put it under a Read More because it’s ridiculously long and seriously… But I hope you guys like it!! Word count: 6256 (YES You read correctly. I lost control) Warning(s): Claustrophobia Tagged:@icequeen206@crescent-bluemoon@nanna-the-batmum@xoleaox@sleep-depiravation [You wanna be tagged in my next piece? Just shoot me a message or ask!]
Your feet dragged across the floor as you walked towards the elevator.
Today was one of these days again. The kind that never ended and just seemed to drag on to eternity.
Your Head was pounding, your eyes were tired and your legs felt like someone had filled them with metal and put a magnet underneath the whole floor.
The building was already empty, which wasn’t a surprise at that time. It was already well past midnight and even the cleaning staff had been there and left again. You were alone, walking down the hallway.
Well, technically ‘alone’ except the one old guy who was lying there on his desk. You weren’t even sure if he was still alive but from what you heard through the gossip of the others, he just went through a nasty divorce and practically lived at his desk.
Poor Robert.
Well, at least he had a desk.
You knew you shouldn’t complain. You got a summer job at Wayne Enterprises. It was an opportunity some of your classmates would kill for, but there was always a catch with these kinds of things. What you didn’t expect when you signed all these confidentiality agreements was that your supervisor would be a lazy asshole that made you do all kinds of things you shouldn’t have to do.
But you had no say in the matter. Absolutely none.
So you sucked it up and got shit done.
And now that you had carried all these binders to the upper floor it was time to go down, get a taxi and sleep through tomorrow, your day off.
Almost lifelessly you pressed the elevator button, feeling like your finger might break from that little action.
Even the buttons up here were posh. The only thing missing was diamond-encrusting them. Maybe the Top floor had butlers that pushed the buttons for them?
You smiled at your own stupid joke, glad that nobody saw you. The doors opened and you stepped in. You pressed the last button and took out your phone. You haven’t had time to glance even once at it and were surprised to find 9 missed calls and about three dozen different messaged on it.
Requested: YAS Request: Can I please request a Tim x Reader w/ a younger sibling who Tim either rescues or helps them back to find the reader? A/N: Okay, you see, I know I have a lot of requests to go through BUT this request came today and totally inspired me IMMEDIATELY, so I had to write it. I generally write the requests that inspire me more, first. So, THANK YOU for the idea! Also, Tim Drake with children is something everyone on this planet should’ve seen at least once. Word count: 1288 Warning(s): Child in Danger. Tagged:@icequeen206@sassyshoulderangel319 [You wanna be tagged in my next piece? Just shoot me a message or ask!]
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Tim groaned when he crawled out of the dumpster.
That was officially the third worst Tuesday he’s had.
First, the mission turned out to be a trap, then he stopped three naked men from robbing a bank (A sight he wished he could burn from his memory) and then he tripped and fell. From a roof.
Jason was laughing in his comm, all while he could hear Damian argue through the earpiece.
“Father, I request for Drake to be disowned for his incompetence to stand on his feet.”
“Declined.” Bruce grunted which made Damian klick his tongue. “Unbelievable.”
“Are you okay, Red?” Dick’s voice sounded worried while Jason kept laughing.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” He said, brushing the dirt off himself while he listened to Jason tell the others in painful detail again how he had just witnessed Tim trip over his own feet and fall into a dumpster.
He wasn’t going to live that one down anytime soon.
A giggle ripped Tim out of his thoughts as he tried to find the source of it. After a moment of disorientation, he looked up to see a little girl, probably around the age of two, lean out the window, watching him and giggling at him.
A smile spread on his face before he raised his hand, waving hello at his little watcher.
She waved back, excitedly.
Then she slipped and fell.
It was a matter of seconds and immediately he dove, arms outstretched, catching the girl before she could collide with the ground. Instead, it was his face that collided with the brick wall of the building. Pain shot through his whole body as he fell backward, still holding the girl.
He must’ve lost consciousness for a minute, but the next thing he saw when his eyes fluttered open was the prettiest face he has ever seen.
“Oh thank god, you’re alive.” The girl said and Tim squinted in confusion. How long was he out? How freaking fast did the little girl grow up?
“Hello?” she asked, worry thick in her otherwise soft voice and for a moment, Tim wasn’t sure if he was still alive.
A little hand slapped his already bruised face and the pain reared its ugly head back up, reminding him that yes, he was very much still alive. He groaned.
“Lilly, stop that!” the pretty girl said, pulling the toddler off of him. “I’m so so sorry. We usually keep the windows closed but I think mom opened it before she left and If it weren’t for you….” The girl rambled on and only stopped before she could finish that thought.
Tim had managed to sit up, now that the weight was gone from his chest and he looked at the girl that knelt next to him. Maybe it was the concussion that currently made his head feel like a construction side but now, with his vision much clearer, she was even more beautiful. All he could do was stare at her.
“Thank you.” she said, holding her little sibling in her arms as the tiny one tried to break free from her grasp and touch Tim’s mask again.
“N-No Problem.” was all he managed to say. “I think it was my fault she even fell in the first place.” He added in guilt.
“Bullshit.” The girl said strongly, and Tim did not expect to hear such a word from her mouth.
“You saved her. And I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough for it.” She continued, much softer this time.
“It’s okay.” He brushed her off, finally touching his nose to see if it was broken. There was a dull pain and it was probably bruised but thankfully not broken.
Tim noticed that she didn’t have any shoes on and then he noticed the taste of blood in his mouth. He ran his tongue over his lip, feeling a cut on it.
Her cheeks suddenly turned red and her eyes averted his and Tim frowned slightly in confusion as to why.
“Hello, Lilly” he looked at the little girl that suddenly squealed at his attention and started to hide behind her sister’s arm. “Hi.” She said shyly back at him, peaking over her sister’s arm like a game of peek a boo.
“That was dangerous.” He said, a frown on his face and the toddler nodded slowly, intimated by his expression.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a smile and her face lit up, as she nodded heavily.
“That’s good.” He said and the older girl just watched in awe.
“And what’s your name?” He wasn’t sure why he had asked.
No, that was a lie. He knew exactly why he had asked.
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She answered, not sure why she used her full name.
She didn’t ask for his. Smart Girl.
“Do you want to come over for dinner?” she blurted out. “I-I mean as a thank you.” She quickly added, horrified by her own suggestion and all Tim could do was stare.
“I can’t.” he finally said and her shoulder lowered in defeat. “I have to go.” He said as he stood up. He had to leave before he did something stupid. Like, decide to stay.
“Wait.” The girl said as she stood up too.
He watched her as she stepped closer and suddenly her lips were on his.
Oh.
Ohh.
It clicked in his head.
As she was about to pull back from lack of response his hand was on her waist, keeping her softly from leaving as he reciprocated the kiss.
Maybe, just maybe this once, he allowed himself to do something stupid.
Her tense body relaxed immediately, and he was about to do something much more stupid and deepen the kiss when he got interrupted by a voice in his ear.
“Hey, use protection” rang Jason’s voice through the comms and Tim immediately broke the kiss, almost jumping back as he held the girl an armlength away from him.
Shit.
(Y/N)’s expression was full of surprise, as she looked at him, lips red and parted while she waited for him to say something. Anything that made her not want to fling herself into the dumpster in shame.
“I have to go.” He said carefully and apologetic while avoiding her eyes as she pressed her lips together in pure shame.
“I’m- I’m sorry.” She said, face red.
“No-No, don’t be.” He replied.
The moment got interrupted by the toddler, pulling on her sister’s pants.
“Me too! Me too!” the small one said, motioning for one of them to pick her up.
“You know replacement, I gotta admit, you’ve got game. Two chicks at once, wow.” Jason said while laughing.
Shut up.
“She likes you.” (Y/N) said, looking at her sister, a slight smile on her pretty, red lips.
Such pretty lips.
Okay, Drake, keep your eyes up.
“Red Robin, Red Hood! Whatever you two are doing, stop it and come here. We need some help.” Dick’s voice boomed through the comms, the sound of fighting in the background.
“On my way.” Tim said, finger against his comm. It was time to be Red Robin again.
And Red Robin wasn’t allowed any more stupid mistakes on this day.
(Y/N) had taken a step back, picking up her little sibling. When she got up to face him again he was gone. She looked around, a small sad smile on her lips as she realized that he wasn’t there anymore.
She sighed and turned around, on the way to her home, blissfully unaware of the small tracker in her pocket.
Okay, maybe he had allowed himself one more mistake for the day.
And after all, there were still plenty of days left for plenty of mistakes to follow.
“I can’t believe you forgot,” Jason retorted, following Tim through the store.
“I didn’t forget, I just lost track of time,” Tim protested. He picked up a fancy toiletry set. Tim studied it before shaking his head and putting it back.
“Sure, and I’m Santa Claus.” Jason chuckled. Tim glared at him, elbowing Jason in the stomach. Jason attempted to stop his laughter. “Okay, but why do you need me here?”
“Because I don’t know what to get (Y/N). They’ve had my present for weeks,” Tim explained, throwing his arms in the air. “I’ll be the worst boyfriend ever if I don’t find something.”
Jason snorted. “I think the fact you put off Christmas shopping until now makes you the worst boyfriend ever.” He picked up a piece of lingerie, holding it up to eye level. “Why did you bring me with you again?”
Tim blushed at the sight of the lingerie. “Because Dick would blab to (Y/N), Bruce is useless in this area, Alfred’s too busy, and Damian is not even an option.” He snatched the lingerie out of Jason’s hand. “Would you quit waving that around?”
“Why Timbo? You’re positively blushing.” Jason smirked evilly.
Requested by Anon – a one-shot where Tim and his s/o are in a secret relationship and he goes to visit them as Red Robin at their dorm room at Gotham Academy? If you could make the s/o gender-neutral, I’d really appreciate it. Thank you!
You laid against the pillows on your bed in your tiny dorm room at Gotham Academy, reading ahead in your textbook when a tiny knock sounded from your window. Grinning, you set your book on your bedside table before opening the window to find Red Robin hanging onto your window sill.
“Care to help a passing vigilante?” Tim teased, holding out a hand. You grabbed it and helped him inside.
“Why, of course.” Once Tim was fully inside, he pressed a kiss to your lips. You returned it before pulling away. “Was that my thank you?”
Description: Tim Drake forgets things. Like dates, his homework, and sometimes his cape. But… mostly dates.
Words: 1356
Notes: Another one from the dead blog! PS: I’m watching Batman: Forever and I have to stop myself from laughing because whenever Robin comes on screen I can’t help but think that he looks like a Backstreet Boy.
Tim groans into his hands, sliding them up his face and rubbing his eyes. First, he gets detention. Next, he gets an earful from Bruce and then has to deal with an emergency. Then, his spare cape goes missing, the softer/sleeker one that helps him glide, meaning that he couldn’t be in the air where Gotham needed him. Finally, he ends up missing his date with you. That had to be the worst out of everything.
He hated disappointing you. The first few times… the look on your face, so forlorn and insecure. Again and again, he provided more evidence to the idea that he hated you, even though at the end of the day you were what he looked forward too most. Because after going to school (which he despised more than Damian despises him), getting legitimately punched in the face for a living, and basically living a life that killed his conscience every day, you were there. You were there with your warm embrace, your coffee, and your non-stop comfort. Everything about you was so comforting.
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