Thanks to this post, I’m thinking about that time the Tim got turned into a parakeet when he was with the Teen Titans. (Because really, why not.) And Bart is chosen to keep an eye on him while the others track down whoever did this to Tim, and Bart. He gets bored, okay?
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Haha, omg, I have to get up super early tomorrow? BUT.
A thing that would be awesome is if the Teen Titans get invited to Sky High for, I don’t know. Career Day or something like that to talk to the students about their future in the superhero business.
Okay, so for this one. Hmm. I picture there being something with the Teen Titans where Dick’s along for the ride for whatever reason (he says he was just in the neighborhood, but really, Tim knows he was there to check up on him). They end up having to fight a psychic and Dick and Tim both get whammied. (Technical term, really.)
Title: Today More than Yesterday
Pairings: Dick Grayson/Tim Drake
Rating: G
Excerpt: “Tim?”
Tim looks over at the small figure in the doorway, hair mussed from sleep. “Hey,” Tim says, managing a smile. “Everything okay?”
Notes: Written for soot-em-up who prompted: …blanking on prompts for you, uh. IDK Dick gets deaged to Tim’s age or younger (at youngest Dick’s Robin-era) and is all starry-eyed over Tim? Tim does not know what do. or something.
and yozoraarashi who prompted:
soot-em-up came up with deaged-Dick. I would love to see Dick solemnly telling Tim that he is going to marry Tim when he gets bigger. The plot bunny wouldn’t leave me in peace.
(I’m totally still working on the prompts everyone! :D?)
Ahaha, long day? But also small fic-thing from the Bats in the Belfry ‘verse before I crash because of reasons. (Lol, Tim gets an identity. Sort of?)
Title: Favors
Pairing: None/Gen
Rating: G
Excerpt: There are times (often) when Tim questions his life choices.
Title: Mark Time
Pairing: None/Gen
Rating: PG
Excerpt: Tim doesn’t really think about it and he knows Steph and the others don’t either, but band camp is one of his favorite times of year.
Notes: Everything started with this post, and then somehow spiraled out into this. Also. I’m basing the location of the band camp off of Camp Rilea, where my own high school marching band went during spring break on the years we didn’t travel out of state for competitions. Our usual band camp took place at our high school, but that’s not as interesting. :)
something I doodled before my music exam
this was all drawn with a pen so everything is all scribbly and rough and the anatomy is really bad ahaha
;A;
*hugs Kon gently*
(Source: whosvikun)
This was just an excuse to write something where Tim, Kon, and Bart were big cats because of reasons? IDK. Tim’s a jaguar, Kon’s a liger (hybrid between a lion and a tiger), and Bart’s a king cheetah. No, really. IDK. *hands*
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“For the record,” Kon says, words coming out with a slight growl behind it. “This was the worst idea ever.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Tim says, hidden in the branches of one of the trees. “People have done worse than this. Trust me, trying to make a bigger, better video game isn’t so bad in comparison.”
Oh, well, when he puts it like that. But really, what idiot turns a learning AI loose in a virtual reality environment and doesn’t expect it to go HAL 9000 on them? (Okay, maybe not as murderous as that, but really. Who does something like that?)
Kon snorts, ears flattening against his head when something deeper in the forest shrieks. “I feel like Simba.”
“Hakuna Matata!” Bart yells, zooming past like the damn Roadrunner, a blur of black and gold, tail streaming behind him.
Tim laughs, a rumbling growl as he drops out of the tree in front of him. “At least they used something relatively benign like Kingdom Hearts, Kon.” Tim sort of rolls forward, movements fluid. “Heartless aside, I’d rather this than, say, Call of Duty.”
And, again, when he puts it like that. Still. “I have a crappy mane, Tim,” Kon whines, shaking his head for emphasis. “I look Like Luthor.” Or would, if Luthor ever ventured in here, which he would never do, so. Moot point. Whatever.
Another rumbling growl, Tim brushing against Kon before turning the direction Bart ran off in. Of course Bart would be a cheetah in this stupid game.
“Come on, we’ve got a job to do before you can re-claim the Pridelands.”
Kon growls. “Not funny, Tim.”
Tim laughs, nudging Kon again. “We should catch up with Bart.”
And. Good idea. “I still don’t like this.”
“Noted,” Tim says, amusement thick in his voice. “Now hurry up, you don’t want Bart to have all the fun, do you?”
Unfair, and also, no.
So. Back when I started watching Young Justice I wanted to write a crossover between Comics!Tim and Young Justice. So, uh. Yes. (I’m hoping posting this will get me motivated to finish this at some point? /o\)
Previous parts: Wonderful Things - Bart Allen
Tim meets Conner Kent during a museum event. Several of the pieces he’d found on an earlier dig are on display, and Dick had wanted him on hand for the event. Tim had tried to get out of it, but it had been Dick, and there’s really no way he can way no to him.
“Excuse me?”
Tim’s examining another exhibit - Pre-Columbian pottery - and turns to see a dark haired man looking at him. He looks oddly familiar, and it isn’t until the man reaches up to straighten his glasses- nervous habit - that Tim realizes why. Clark shares the same habit, and now that Tim knows to look for it, he can see certain other resemblances. Still.
“Do I know you?” Tim uses his pleasantly baffled expression that he learned from Bruce, that serves him well at social events Tim would rather avoid altogether.
The man smiles. “Ah, no. Not officially.” He stares at Tim, a slight frown on his face. “You are Tim Drake, right?”
Tim nods. “And you are?”
“Oh! Oh, I’m Conner Kent, I’m sort of working for the Daily Planet.” Conner smiles, embarrassed, cheeks flushing red as he holds out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Bemused, Tim shakes his hand. “How do you ‘sort of’ work for one of Metropolis’ major newspapers, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Conner grimaces. “Oh, uh. My. He’s kind of my dad, works there, and sometimes they need,” Conner waves a hand at the various exhibits. “Er. Articles.”
Tim raises an eyebrow at that. “Articles.”
Tim knows the Drake name isn’t exactly, how to put it, well-liked, in archeological circles. There are differing opinions, of course, those that see Tim’s family as little better than grave robbers, and those who appreciate the work Tim’s father and he have done.
Tim has noticed that in general, journalists don’t tend to represent them in the best light. So far Conner hasn’t done anything to indicate he’s interested in dragging the Drake name down further, although that doesn’t really mean anything. The fact that Conner is related to Clark doesn’t make him an ally, or a friend, just someone to keep an eye on. (It’s only paranoia if they’re not out to get you, after all.)
Conner nods, giving Tim a hopeful smile. “I freelance sometimes to make money on the side, but I think my dad’s trying to get me to commit to journalism.” He shrugs, looking uncomfortable at the thought. “I mean. It’s nice and all, but. I don’t think it’s exactly my thing.”
Tim can understand that, but. “…Should you be telling me all this?”
Conner’s eyes widen as he realizes that, no, he probably shouldn’t be telling Tim about his life. “Oh, man, can we just. Can we go back to the part where I introduced myself?” He thinks about it. “Or, uh. Maybe not so much.”
Tim takes pity on him and holds his hand out. “I’m Tim Drake,” he says. “Nice to meet you.”
Conner gives him a look of pure gratitude as he takes hand and shakes it. “Conner Kent, Daily Planet. I was hoping you’d answer some questions I have? I’m working on an article, and no one in there seemed to be speaking English,” Conner says, pointing back to the room the main event is taking place in.
That gets a smile out of Tim. There are several highly regarded archeologists attending the event, some of whom Tim’s worked with in the past, and he knows how they can get when someone gets them started on a topic. “I’m not really sure that I’ll be any better, actually.”
“Yeah, well.” Conner smiles. “The curator - Dick? - said you’d be a good person to go to for my article, so.” He shrugs. “If you don’t mind, that is.”
Dick. Of course Dick has a hand in this, and not just because he’s friends with Clark. He probably thinks Conner’s article will do something to help the Drake name (it might). Conner’s looking at Tim with a hopeful smile, and Dick put him up to this. Dick is one of the few people Tim actually trusts, and if he sent Conner…
Tim smiles and hopes he’s not making a mistake. “What do you want to know?”
Remember this fic idea? Yeah. So this happened.
Tim meets Bart Allen in an open air market in Greece. Or, that is to say he catches him trying to pick his pocket, but Tim’s from Gotham, and Bart is a very, very bad pickpocket.
“It’s a learning experience,” Bart says later, after the brief chase through the market and surrounding streets and alleys, after the yelling and Bart’s…Bartness. Bart’s smile is bright, almost blindingly so, teeth gleaming in his dirt-smudged face. He looks like an urchin, like the kids lining the edge of the market, sticking to the shadows. “My - Someone told me it’s good to have them, so.” Bart shrugs. “I’m learning.”
“You clearly aren’t,” Tim says, impressed in spite of himself at the amount of food Bart can put away. Tim’s treat, and he still doesn’t know why, exactly, just that Bart’s mouth is just as fast as his feet and now here they are, sitting at an outside cafe and having lunch.
Bart laughs, open and free, and Tim knows he doesn’t belong here, isn’t from here, but at the same time, it suits him. Feels right. “Well,” Bart says, leaning closer, speaking low enough that Tim has to lean in to hear him. “I’m still learning, aren’t I?”
Tim rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. Looks at Bart, someone who shouldn’t be here (but it doesn’t feel wrong that he is, and Tim doesn’t know how to reconcile that in his mind), someone who will end up in jail (or worse) if he’s not careful (he isn’t). “You need a new teacher, then.”
Bart eyes him thoughtfully. “Is that an offer?”
Tim blinks, nonplussed. He hadn’t meant it as such, but. He likes Bart, his energy and enthusiasm. His obvious joy at simply being alive. And. Bart will end up in trouble if he keeps this up. It was sheer luck (or perhaps not) that he’d picked Tim as his target that afternoon in the market. And. Tim’s from Gotham, yes, but he’s learned so much more than she could ever hope to teach him on his travels. His parents weren’t always the most attentive, especially when his father was involved in a dig, and Tim had met the most interesting people.
“Bart - “
“I’m going to keep doing this either way,” Bart says, smirking at Tim like he knows he has him, knows Tim can’t refuse. “You’d probably sleep better if I knew what I was doing.”
And, oh, Tim cannot believe the nerve of him. (He can, though, and for some reason it isn’t as aggravating as it should be.)
“Nice,” Tim says.
Bart shrugs again, unrepentant. “It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
Tim looks away, watches people walking past their table, talking, laughing. Looks back to Bart who is watching him with a intent look on his face. Bart, who shouldn’t be here, but for some reason is. Bart who is surprisingly fast and smart in so many ways (and stupid in just as many). Bart who is around his age and not at all put off by him (Tim is aware of effect he has on people).
“Fine,” he says, wondering where his common sense disappeared to. “But you do everything I tell you, when I tell you.”
Bart’s face lights up - why is Tim going to teach him to be a criminal again? - and reaches over the table to take Tim’s hand in his, shaking it with every bit of his enthusiasm. “Deal!”
Tim laughs, at Bart’s excitement, his own blatant stupidity, whatever. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” he asks, but something tells him he won’t. (Much.)
Something I’d really kind of love is the the fic where Tim somehow ends up at Sky High for whatever reason. Maybe Bruce has reason to believe something nefarious is afoot and Tim is “volunteered” to go in as a transfer student, and ends up in Hero Support because his powers don’t seem to have manifested. (He’s going to get Dick for everything when Dick finds out about the classes involved because he’s a jerk.)
He meets Kon and Bart and Cassie and everyone else who keep reassuring him it’s only a matter of time until he gets his powers. They try to look out for Tim during Rescue the Civilian because he doesn’t have his powers yet, and Tim has to let them in order to keep from blowing his cover, but he’s not a happy camper about it. Eventually he does find evidence of some evil plot and has to foil it with the help of his friends and everyone learns the valuable lesson that you don’t need super powers to be a super hero.
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