Oh My God It’s Perfect. His Ugly Ahh Cowl Works So Well 😭😭 Wiping The Tears From My Eyes This

Context: Tim is a dragon that has a human form he forgets to tell the family.

He had a long patrol last night and then did not fall asleep till 7am working on cases (It’s now 9am)

He is walking around the manor not realizing that some of his more inhuman features are showing (sharp teeth, pointy ears, gold eyes, sharp black nails, etc).

Groggy Tim wakes up slowly but surely gets out of bed and shuffles down the hallway dragging his feet. The shuffling down stairs feels like forever and no time at all as Tim makes it down to the kitchen, through half open eyes, he sat at the table slowly munching on the plate that was sitting in front of him. He doesn’t notice their stairs at him. Unconsciously Tim slowly begins, turning into his more human form, losing the almost eldritch features as he became more aware. As he slowly comes to himself, he realizes that he’s the only one eating.

“Is something on my face”

“Tim?”

“Yea, Bruce what is it. You guys look like you saw a ghost” when saying this, Tim had slowly put down his utensils, trying to focus on one task at a time, unsure of his mind, could handle a conversation and eating at the moment.

“Yea cuz, waking up like a lizard is the most normal thing in the world” Jason said in a way that made Tim straighten up and tiki his head at the meaning of the words. He was almost certain that the others knew what it meant to be a Drake because why wouldn’t they. But also why was Jason bringing it up? Instead of pondering over this more, Tim just looked at them all wondering what they were thinking, and said.

“You guys know I’m a Drake, it’s all over the Internet that we’re from a long line of dragons” he stated as if it was the most known thing in the world. What Tim didn’t know was that it wasn’t all over the Internet. The Drake family was actually a very well hidden family of dragons.

“Bruce you let me into your house and your life. I think it is pretty clear. You only let a dragon in if you’re willing for them to stay not like you could ever keep a dragon out.” Tim was sounding a little bit frustrated now huffing in his chair.

“Tim, sweetheart” Bruce paused “The Drake family is not a well known dragon family, and I don’t believe we ever mentioned to your siblings about your family lineage.” The shocked sounds of the family only confirmed what Bruce had said.

“Oh, surprise” Tim said meekly

Hear me out when I say dead tired knight Danny and king/prince Tim… just walk with me for a minute while I tell you about this essay-

“I think you need to taste this for me,” the monarch said. They shoved the exquisite cake in their guard’s direction.

Their guard blinked. “Um.” 

“What, you’d rather your monarch be poisoned?”

Of course not. The guard hesitantly took a mouthful, only to practically melt in satisfaction. “Oh my god.” It was amazing. They caught themselves. “I - er - I think it’s fine.” 

“You should try a sip of the wine too,” the monarch said. “Just to be safe. Sit, sit.” 

It took the guard slightly too long to realize that it was practically a date, with the monarch feeding them delicacies off their plate. 

We all know the nicknames that Tim gets in fics, Timberly, Timmers, Timmy, etc., but one always kinda stuck with me.

Timberella

It gets me thinking of like Cinderella. Is this the lumberjack version of her? I’d love to see a dc x Cinderella au, or better yet a dc x dp x Cinderella au. Dead tired in my case, but it could be any of the bunch depending on how you play it.

It starts off as found family, and season 2 is the dp that was hinted at in season one.

I might write this later, but my break is almost over. Y’all have my full and encouraged support on taking your own spin on this though :D

The reason Tim’s shaking is because he’s worried about how much all those dates are gonna cost 🤭🤭🤭 he’s gonna be bankrupt by the end of it

Wip Wednesday?

Phantom floated lazily in a half-circle above them, legs crossed midair, arms tucked behind his head, that too-wide grin stretched across his face like a mask stitched on with mirth and menace.

“Let’s make a deal, Birdy.”

He spun slowly in place, green eyes glowing like dying stars.

“One date for every pitt I take out. I’ll start with the first one as a sign of grace.”

Somewhere in the mountains of Nanda Parbat, a pool began to bubble. Tim didn’t see it, but he felt it. The room chilled. Something ancient cracked apart. The scanners in Barbara computer rang in alarm.

The pit evaporated.

Not drained. Not destroyed. Undone.

Tim’s throat clicked as he swallowed.

Phantom pointed a glowing finger. “That one’s on me. Next ones are on you. Just say when.”

The second pit started to boil.

Jason surged forward, a hand out. “Stop—”

Phantom’s eyes didn’t leave Tim's.

Tim's eyes never left Phantom's

A third pit broke into steam and green fire.

The fourth trembled before erupting, sending up a column of ghostlight and screams. Somewhere distant, Ra’s al Ghul howled.

Phantom’s grin only widened.

Tim exhaled slowly, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. His fingers curled into the chair arms.

Phantom floated closer. “Those were the ones you knew about.” His voice dropped into something deeper, more ancient. “Want me to handle the ones you didn’t?”

Tim’s mouth was dry. “How many?”

Phantom hovered until they were nose to nose. His voice was velvet, soft as snowfall:

“A lot.”

And then he leaned back again with a chuckle, twirling mid-air. “But don’t worry—I’ll only show you the ones I’m destroying. You just tell me when to stop.”

Tim stared at him, jaw tense. He could feel Barbara's eyes flick between them like a tennis match of insanity. Jason's fists clenched at his sides.

Tim breathed in deep, exhaled once. “...Keep going.”

Screens flickered to life on their own. Oracle’s setup surged with static and data feeds—grainy, spectral images of Lazarus Pits failing, collapsing, boiling away into nothing. Groups of twenty. Then forty. Then eighty.

The room filled with the low thrumming of eldritch static and the faraway screams of something ancient dying.

By the time number (xxx) imploded in a burst of unnatural light, Tim raised a shaking hand.

“Stop.”

Phantom halted mid-spin, upside down, and beamed. “Pleasure doing business with you, Birdy.”

daily fucking reminder that you are allowed to want attention and that does not make you a bad person.

in case no one’s told you in a while. you are valid.

I think people don't understand exactly how mean Tim Drake should be or is kinda.

Like if you have him as a ruthless businessman who was raised by Janet Drake the Dragon of Gotham.

He would put Regina George to shame.

Tim would go to a gala look a woman up and down and sneer at her last season Chanel.

He would without thinking say the meanest shit imagineable.

"If the first line of your sucide note isn't dedicated to me I wasn't honest enough."

Oh Tim Bruce's first paragraph is dedicated to you.

Like he's so mean he's made half of them cry and sometimes it not even on purpose.

"Jason if you don't shut up I'm gonna dig up your mother and put you right next to her, oh wait there wasn't anything left was there."

"Imagine being sold out twice by your mother couldn't be me."

Dick trips.

"Really living up to that family legacy."

"Should have been falling Grayson's since none of you can stay off the ground."

Like Bruce is holding Jason and Dick back but he's also sobbing because Tim is such a bitch.

Stephanie called him boy loser when he was tired and she walked out sobbing.

I need Tim Drake to say the meanest cruelest shit ever.

Because he would.

That a menace and a mean girl.

The Sleepy Gangleader- DCxDP prompt

There is a new mob family in Gotham. Crazy, unpredictable, and without motive. Not money motivated either. They just seemed to push off any other gangs they came across. The turf lines had been pushed back further and further and no one had even heard of this boss of there's.

What made them crazy was their fanatical worship of their leader. They were religiously devoted to them which made them highly volatile. They could easily be a death cult capable of a massacre if prompted by their leader.

It was a full-blown investigation now. They needed to infiltrate and find their boss quickly.

(2 months ago)

The cultist gathered around their god and waited patiently for his awakening. They had summoned him to this realm to devote themselves to serving him.

When he finally opened his eyes he groaned and flopped over and went back to sleep. This was his go too response to most things. He rarely opened his eyes and when he did he'd lazily looked down on them like a lion looking at a flock of sheep too small to eat then resting again.

It was hard to argue considering he had teeth and claws. He made a sound between a growl, howl, and purr when the noises of the city started to bother him. Gunshots, rouges, and chaos in the streets risked disturbing their master's rest. Worst it risks their master waking up which right now seemed best not to happen. Their master made no demands but he only woke to eat on occasion.so they scammed to obtain as much as possible to offer to him. They raided many stores for weddings for him as well. Anything to keep him calm and pleased.

Still he didn't react much as he rolled over and slept more.

Guys please I NEED an easy cosplay for a game character 😭😭😭 I found out I’m going to a game convention in like 2 days and all my friends are cosplaying. I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE NOT 😢 I would be such a party pooper and I don’t wanna like half ass it because one of them is going in a full Deadpool suit

PLEASEEE HELP ME WHAT CAN I JUST PULL OUT OF MY AND MY SOSTERS CLOSETS 🙏 I DONT HAVE TIME TO GO TO THE STORE 😭

Sell your soul you say..?

wanna know what I want.

I want a DeadTired Stardew Valley AU

Like no really.

Tim is tired (tired of being a co-CEO that EVERYONE goes to so they don't got to deal with 'Brucie Wayne', living off energy drinks, coffee and spite, dealing with Ra's 'testing' him every other week, etc) and maybe on the fence with the Batfam (maybe even his friends too, like maybe he got into a fight with Cassie during a mission and she blurted out about him trying to clone Kon (and if I remember fight he tired with Bart like once?) and that opened a can of worms where his friends 'need space' and think things over or something)

Anyways I want Tim to finally have enough, maybe dig in some old family deeds/files or something and finds a old farm land/house his family still owned.

He decides to use it, if anything to just get away for a while and just think about what he actually wants to do with his life.

He gets to the town, it's small and hardly any tech is used and finds the old farm house. It's not much but it'll work.

Meanwhile.

Danny has to leave Amity, things have gone from okay to bad and it's all Vlads fault. The jerk decided to fight him in the middle of the night and Danny got caught changing back, and so very tired from the fight, by his parents and he freaked out and ranaway.

Well flew away.

Danny decides in his panic to take a page out of his Aunt Alicia's book and go off the grid to a near isolated and small town.

Our two boys meet and maybe eventually fall in love.

Danny, floating in the corner: Heheheheh haunting rich people is so fun… I wonder if any of his tech actually works?

Tim, who got the tech from Secret: That ghost is mine the second I find them.

Jason: Timbo, what is all this? A video camera? A room thermometer?

Tim (sure he’s being haunted) preparing gear to fight a ghost: I need to be prepared

Dick: Don’t you think you’re forgetting one think, Timmy? Ghosts aren’t real

Jason, speaking simultaneously: An EMF reader

Tim, nodding along: An EMF reader! You’re right. Thanks, Jason

Dick: Don’t encourage him, Little Wing

Jason, under his breath: You’re one to talk, mister ‘I hallucinated my dead brother for years after his death’