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had time of my life draving it
kory's having time of her life too
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ship wars are cringe
we should do better as fandom and ship these three together
As it says, this was a request...but I definitely should have checked the account first so.. I might just not tag them... Maybe it's because I'm aroace and I avoid alot of shit, but idk lol
But I really like the art so here you guys go
I have these insanely vivid dreams and I like to write them down so I don't forget them. I'm specifically drawn to this dream I had not too long ago. I think I'll call him Ivan
I'm a bit of a DC nerd so I'm not surprised that I had a dream I was in the DC universe. If you couldn't tell by my shitty background, I'm controlling vines, becoming poison ivys protégé after I died in my dream. Boy lemme tell you, dying in a dream was not fun
Maybe I'll delve into detail about the dream in a later post or smth
Without backgrounds next time
Hello, yes, can I get uhhhh an Outsiders-View fic of the general Crime Alley population slowly gaining respect for the weird yellow-haired kid who's apparently banging Red Robin into a new state of existence?
No one knows exactly who he is, but whenever they see him around they spread the word to stay away from dark alleys. There are some sights goons just don't want to risk seeing; Red Hood might take your eyes for it or something.
More freaky timbern?
Sigh... Do your parents not feed you? Guess I'll have to U_U
SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD!!!
Bernard and Tim, making out in the corner of a sofa:
Dick, walking in: Hey T... REALLY!? IN THE FAMILY SITTING ROOM!?
Tim, panting as they break for air: Sorry, uno got intense.
Dick: This happened because of an uno game?
Bernard: We'll use any excuse, really.
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Tim, slipping inside quietly:
Bernard, flicking on the lights: Are you injured?
Tim: No—
Bernard, instantly tackling him to the nearest flat surface to kiss him:
Tim: ?! Woah! Woah, you good? Are you okay?
Bernard: Yeah just really horny, your a#& looks great by the way.
Tim: Oh, okay—
Bernard: Sex?
Tim: Sex. Yeah. Continue.
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Tam: You never looked at me like that when we dated.
Tim: You walked in on Bernard and I having sex in my office?
Tam: My point stands.
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Tim, post getting his back blown out: . . . Is it psychological torture to eat a fish in front of a fish?
Bernard, just got done cleaning up: Fish are dumb.
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Tim, cursing in French mid sex:
Bernard: Oh, that's hot.
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Jason: Why are you in Crime Alley talkin' to the workin' ladies??
Bernard: I like to ask for tips.
Jason: . . . What?
Bernard: We exchange them, actually.
Jason: . . . YOU ASK THEM HOW TO PLEASURE MY LITTLE BROTHER!?
Bernard: They don't go around telling anyone. We talk politics, too, sometimes.
Jason: You're a weird little man.
Bernard: This little man f-#%$s your little brother!
Jason: i. . . y'know what? I'm with Dick now, STAY AWAY FROM MY BROTHER, FREAK!
Bernard: MAKE ME!
Jason, pulling out a gun:
Bernard, already running: Poor choice of words!
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Bernard, sending a photo to the Young Justice group chat of him next to an unconscious, shirtless Tim with the caption "Guess what we just did!":
Kon, immediately replying: Twister.
Bart: Baking.
Cassie: Sex.
Bernard: Actually he got stabbed in the abdomen, he taught me how to do stitches! #CoupleGoals
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Tim: Ugh, I think I have internal bruising...
Jason: Pfft, get your a#& kicked?
Tim: No, pounded.
Jason:
Tim:
Jason:
Tim:
Jason:
Tim: Karma for what happened at Titans Tower.
Jason:
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Cass: I fear pregnancy, the loss of autonomy, control of my life? It scares me, the thought...
Tim: Damn, after Bern and I have unsafe sex I usually just pray to Cassie's aunts and uncles and list off the reasons I'd be a terrible parent.
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Tim: We can either have sex or play Minecraft.
Bernard: . . . This is the hardest decision I've ever had to make.
Tim:
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Tim, in his Red Robin uniform, straddling Bernard's lap and making out with him in an alleyway:
Bernard, pulling his hair:
Tim: Ugh... We should really stop.
Bernard: Mm, why, love dove? Don't need to if you feel good...
Tim: If we get caught Batman might actually kill you...
Bernard: I'd die a happy man~~
Barbara: Red Robin, you never turned your comm off.
Tim:
Barbara: I turned it off for you when Bernard started talking dirty to you, but you've traumatized Robin, and Batman is on his way.
Bernard: . . Tim?
Tim: F&#$!
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What do you think of the Supersons series?
I really love SuperSons and Roxanne love they too💕
Everytime a female hero is introduced and is rumored to be stronger than a popular male superhero I already know what's going to happen and it upsets me everytime. My shayla, my pookie!
She's doomed! DOOOOOMMMMEDDDUH! 😩
More Jason doodles because I can’t seem to shake this hyperfixation
Steph! Steph! Steph!
Cassandra Cain, a freaking goddess
stay tuned for a fully colored version!
Batfam sketchdump ft. Cass and Jason!
Cass just really deserves to be happy :)
Jason's just so traumatized :(
Cass!
Maybe from a dystopian AU, or maybe just a little redesign, who knows?
Put on a happy face.
Wally West Meets Barry Allen's Kids:
Midnight Pleasure
pairing(s): harry wells x reader
a/n: it’s taken me so long to finally sit down and be able to focus enough to write again, it’s been months since i last posted. i’ve been spending all my time with a kitten i rescued, so writing just kinda slipped away from me for a little bit. now this one's for me but i promise that i will get to my requests as soon as i can. thank you my loves <3
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According to the team, you and Harry didn’t get along very well. You two always throwing snide comments at each other, you sometimes egging him on when he’s throwing things about the cortex, him doing every little thing he can to annoy you. It was getting to the point where it had started to affect the other team members
One night you and Harry were having one of your little tuffs when Cisco finally had enough “you know the sexual tension between the two of you is giving me a headache” he grabbed a piece of licorice from beside his computer and stuck it in his mouth as he got up “i’m just gonna go home and watch princess bride on repeat, you guys have fun”
“Cis- ugh” you watched him walk out of the cortex and sighed at the fact that he had just left you alone with harry. “See what you did” he said from his spot in front of the clear board. You scoffed and put down the ipad you were holding “What I did? What about what you did? If you didn’t yell all time-“ he cut you off, capping the marker he was holding “Maybe I wouldn’t have to yell all the time if you would stop being a brat and just listen to me!”
You unconsciously stepped closer to him, feeling your anger rise “I’m not a little servant you can just command whenever you feel like it” you spit out “You can’t just bark orders and expect me to be like ‘yes sir’ “ you batted your eyelashes as part of your little skit “ ‘whatever you want sir’ ‘anything for you sir’ “
You dropped your act “that’s not how the world works Harry, this may be a bit shocking but it doesn’t actually revolve around you” both of you were breathing heavily at this point, you blinked and realised that you were quite closer to the man in front of you than you thought. It was quiet for a few moments, the only sound filling the silence was the rapid breathing coming from the two of you.
“You wanna say that again, y/n?” He finally spoke, his voice noticeably deeper this time. “Go ahead, tell me that this isn’t some stupid little act to hide how you really feel about me” He took a step forward and you took one back
“You think i don’t notice how every time i get even a little bit closer to you that i can practically hear the way your heart just pounds, hmm? maybe that’s why you act like such a brat all the time, you don’t want me to know just how excited i make you” your back hit the wall, as you looked up at him with wide eyes
“Because i know you drive me absolutely fucking crazy, y/n” he was inches away from you now, his breath fanning across your face. “And it’s taking everything in me not to rip your goddamn clothes off and take you in the middle of this cortex. Right here. Right now” his hands were on either side of you on the wall, caging you in as his eyes searched your face. Your breathing was even faster now as you and Harry stared at each other, neither one wanting to make a move for fear of the moment ending.
Harry was standing so close to you now, that you could feel his bulge pressing against your hip. You shifted under his intense gaze and could feel his hips slightly bucking into yours at the friction. “Feel that sweetheart? Hmm? See what you do to me?” He spoke in a low tone. Harry shifted and wedged his knee between your thighs, pressing it deliciously against your clit and you gasped as he started to slightly rub against you.
“That feel good, y/n?” Your mind went slightly foggy, at seeing you weren’t able to conjure up a response Harry pressed harder. Your hands gripped his sides bringing his body closer to yours “Harry” you breathed. The man pulled back from where he had rested his forehead against yours “I need to know that you want this” he said as his knee stopped, but he didn’t pull away. “What?” You panted just wanting him to keep touching you, anywhere, everywhere.
“I need you, to tell me that you want this, y/n. If I don’t hear a yes from those pretty little lips, i’m not gonna touch you anymore” your lips parted “Yes” you quickly answered “Please Harry, I want this. I want you” you swore you saw a flash of a smile across his face before he captured your lips in his. Harry’s kiss was rough and passionate and it left you wanting more and more as he kissed down to your neck.
His hands slowly slid down your sides and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants, teasing you. “You want it sweetheart?” He mumbled against your neck as your hands gripped his arms. “Harry please” you whimpered. At that Harry slowly slipped his hand down, pressing his hand against your wet pussy and groaning at the feeling.
“Look at that baby, you’re soaked already and I’ve barely touched you” he pressed a kiss to your jaw “I can only imagine how fucking good you’re gonna taste” He wrapped a strong arm around you pulling you flush against him as he started to rub your clit with his fingers.
You tilted your head back against the wall and let out a groan at the relief that the friction was giving you. You could hear the wet sounds coming from in between the two of you as Harry worked his fingers and it only made a new wave of arousal wash over you.
“More” you gasped out, bunching up Harry’s shirt in your fist “More what sweetheart? Use your words” his signature smirk spread over his face. “I just” you cut yourself off with a moan “want your tongue” you finally got out as Harry’s smirk spread even wider “Good girl”
The brunette sunk down to his knees in front of you, taking off his glasses and setting them on the floor beside him. He trailed his hands down your sides before sliding your pants down your legs and tossing them behind him. “Fuck you’re soaked” he groaned as he saw the growing wet spot on your underwear. He ran his thumb over the spot, making you gasp at the sensitivity before he pressed his lips against your clothed clit.
He moved the material to the side, licking a stripe up your clit. Your hand grasped a handful of his hair at the sensation, desperately wanting more. Harry pressed a kiss to the spot before finally pulling your underwear down your legs and throwing the garment behind him too. He wrapped a hand around your ankle and gently moved your legs apart, pressing a kiss to your pelvic bone before tilting his head and sucking on your clit.
Your hand once again fell to his hair as his mouth licked and sucked on the current most sensitive part of your body. He hummed against you and your hand tightened pulling him closer to you if it was even possible at that point. “I knew you would taste good, I just didn’t know it would be this good” he mumbled, half pulling back to speak “really?” You panted
He gave a particularly hard suck on your clit before answering “Baby, I’m addicted” at that sentence another wave of heat and a weird sense of pride shot through your body. You started to feel your orgasm approaching and your breathing quickened, Harry could see it too. He looked up at you through his lashes and moaned at the sight above him, your face was flushed, beautiful chest heaving, your head was thrown back against the wall in pleasure and your lips were slightly parted as pants and moans poured out.
Harry swore he could just cum at the mere sight of it as he closed his eyes and worked faster, helping you reach your climax. “You wanna cum sweetheart?” He said from below you. Your hand clenched and unclenched in his hair at the thought of cumming on his tongue “Yes, please Harry, god I wanna cum” you rushed out feeling it draw closer and closer.
Harry slipped a finger inside pumping it in and out before adding another, the wet sounds getting even louder now. At the feeling of Harry’s fingers combined with his tongue, your core tightened the pleasure this man was giving you pulsating throughout your body. As you teetered on the edge of your orgasm Harry pulled back to watch you come undone, still pumping his fingers in and out of you.
“That’s it y/n, let go for me, you can do it baby” he encouraged as you let out a loud moan, clenching and unclenching around his fingers. “Fuck” Harry whispered under his breath as he felt your cum gushing over his fingers, curling them to make your climax all that more pleasurable. As you finished, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over your pussy, licking up all of your release.
When he was done he pulled away and you watched as he wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. He slowly got to his feet, both of you slightly panting as he rested his forehead against yours. “That was” you panted “I know” he said as he swallowed. A few moments of silence passed before he added “So, still hate me?” “Shut up” you playfully said as you put your other shoe on. You grabbed your coat, shutting everything off before grabbing Harry’s hand “Where are we going?”
“Well, did you want me to return the favor or not?” You cheekily replied as you pulled him into the elevator “Oh I like where this is going” he smiled as he pressed you into the wall, planting a kiss on your lips as you laughed.
𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟...
but when I read it after finishing it, I realized it was too cute not to post, so now, here I am to bless your feed with this short lil' blurb that I love so much.
and I say bless, because I figure, if I love it this much, so will others, maybe🤷🏽♀️. Especially my melanated sistas, like, this is quite literally for y'all🩷💋🫵🏽. You're welcome.
𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 <𝟑
《 ♡ 》 imagine (a little bit crack-fic-ish but that's okay)
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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :
nothing much, really. just billy loving you so much, and he thinks you're cute and all😙.
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :
fem!black-codedasf!reader x loveydovey!billy batson
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :
post shazam!: fury of the gods
𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :
(joking/exaggerative) mentions of suffocating - light cursing, I think? I didn't check lol - that's about it fr, like, this is super duper lovey dovey huggy wuggy kissy wissy wishy washy🥰😻💋💞 - billy being literally obsessed with you (as he should, love a women worshipping king😻) - that's it, I'm pretty sure lol.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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You laid content as you scrolled through the contents of your open TikTok app, savoring in the warmth Billy's body generated while lying comfortably beside you. Hell - he was practically smushed up against you, with no real need to be given it was a plenty sizeable bed you shared, other than the fact that he just couldn't stand to be sharing the same mattress and not be cuddling into you.
Of course, you didn't mind this one bit. As previously mentioned, the Batson boy generated heat at a rate you couldn't be anymore grateful for, yourself always freezing to the touch for seemingly no reason. Plus, you found it endearing how close he constantly wanted to be. As though he were a clingy kitten, seemingly always depraved of your love and affection. And, thankfully, you had plenty of it to go around.
Especially seeing as some of your love went towards memes and all sorts of other funny videos on the internet. Like this next one you giggled at. It held no true meaning, simply a combination of the most recently trending things, all too niche for any newcomer to understand. But you did, being an "chronically online" teenage girl coming with its apparent perks as you let more giggles escape through your grinning teeth.
But, as per the norm, they never remained just quiet giggles. They soon escalated into something further, a fit that could no longer be contained no matter how hard you tried. Plus, with the video looping itself over and over again, you never had the chance to give yourself a break to breathe. You couldn't look away, god, it was just too funny…!
Soon, you were inevitably trying your damndest not to let out obnoxious cackles. You'd feel awful for waking your boyfriend over something as trivial as laughing too loud. But unfortunately, it proved too late for that, the stuttering of your chest being all it took before he was stirring and suddenly-
"So- S… sssss…"
In a horrid attempt at an apology, you ended up mimicking the sound of a snake, eventually pushing out the word "sorry" before exploding into more laughter. At first, Billy was not amused, staring at you through sleepy, low-lidded eyes and with a pout that you'd normally just kiss away if you weren't so busy acting like a loon.
"Why are you even still up…" He barely questioned, his voice a deep rasp as a result of his previous heavy slumber. As if you weren't already a mess, you felt a feather in your chest and stomach at the sound of his sleepy voice. It tickled you, and the video was still playing, and good lord, there was no way you were laughing this hard at what was essentially nonsense.
But you were! And it was so… so… so...
"I-...I-..."
Poor thing, you thought you were going to suffocate, blowing up into another round of giggles. Your eyes were growing misty, and you were fighting so hard to replace your laughter with air, oxygen into your lungs. You couldn't do it, and it occurred to you that you probably looked insane right now with your eyes screwed shut (leaking salty water, at that) and your mouth hanging open with no sound coming out...
You laughed harder at the mental image, if possible.
"(Y/N), dude…" Billy spoke, his tone flat and his stare hard. You couldn't take it, shoving your face into the nearest pillow as you kicked your legs and shook around in silent laughter. You were actually physically fighting to stop and were losing! You were losing badly, stretching out your hand for any source of grounding.
"Will you chill out, oh my god." Billy, once again, hardly asked. But this time, it was through his own curt chuckle, slowly growing entertained by his girlfriend's silliness before loosely allowing his hand to fall into your own. You grabbed it, and finally, you could breathe again. A smile remained stuck on his face. A tired one, of course, but one could also argue that it was in love sickness. He watched your chest heave up and down, waiting until you removed the pillow from your face.
And when you did, he almost wanted to argue that you could, in fact, blush. Because your face was most definitely, visibly a deepened shade right now as you wiped the tears and massaged your sore cheeks. But he'd leave it alone, for now.
"I'm sorry." You spoke plainly after a moment of silence, gathering yourself. "That was deadass just the funniest shit I've ever seen, I don't know what's wrong with me."
Billy's smile grew, staring down at you while laying on his side, listening to your cheery-filled voice explain what on earth was so funny about this video that you nearly asphyxiated yourself cackling at. You laid against the bicep of his arm, curls tickling his skin because you'd more than likely forgotten to put a bonnet on for the evening.
He wouldn't remind you, though. Just for tonight, because he liked the tickle-feeling and the way they framed your face and expanded gorgeously around your head. Like a powerful mane or maybe a halo. He traced the detail in the browns of your eyes and had to stop himself from running a thumb over your brows. And just from the previous events alone, he was sure you had licked away all of your chapstick and gloss, staring at your lips before meeting your eyes once again upon listening to the cadence in your voice dip into a questioning tone.
"Did you see?" You asked, and he nodded.
"Yeah, babe."
Hardly a hum, yet full of adoration. Not that it mattered, because almost as fast as it was put there, your laughing expression had morphed into a playful one of disbelief. An added click of the tongue for full affect.
"Mncht. No, you didn't; you're not even looking…"
There was about a four second pause, Billy finally giving into the urge to run his thumb over your brow, tracing it down your cheek… prodding at the dimple that may/could reside there before running it as lightly as a feather over your lips. You paid no mind one way or the other to his actions, used to them by this point in time. Used to being cherished and observed with such worship and grace, even though it still made you slip into a mild hot flash.
"You're so cute."
Your eyes gazed up into his green ones, finally giving him your attention at such a sudden yet fond statement. At first, you almost let the words, "I know." slip. But then, you figured you might as well just say thank you and urge him back to bed. After all, you had never meant to wake him in the first place, and the guilt of that was finally starting to set in.
And yet…
"You think I'm cute?"
Billy, if he didn't know any better, allowed his heart to melt right there. Your eyes were big and expecting, curious about his thoughts even though he had just let them loose. And your tone full of hope, as if he'd never told you such a thing before. That might as well be blasphemy for him, seeing as he made it appoint to remind you of the way you had basically consumed his thoughts every single day.
And he'd continue to do so over and over and over again until you got it through your head that he was one-hundred percent serious. That he meant it with all of his heart.
"Think." He repeated the word you had murmured with a tone of hilarity. "I know you're cute, I'm lookin' right at you~."
He spoke with a shameless flirt in his drowsy tone, watching as you smiled to yourself. This time, you had no wit to banter up or a cheeky way of saying "I know" to him. All you had was your giddiness, only to then offer up the purse of your lips innocently until Billy got the hint.
"Gimmie kiss~…" He spoke, even though he was the one to deliver such upon your lips. But it didn't really matter because a few pecks later, you were drunk off of them and selfishly demanding more until he had literally kissed you to sleep.
"...Cute."
𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰🥲.
i've got to stop letting my own words hurt me like this lmaoo😭. I hope y'all enjoyed ! more on the way soon✨️🤞🏽.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 :
myself <3
𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :
none :(
last night i was sick so i listened to sad music and wrote 700 hundred word drabble for no reason... set to release at 8 :)
(p.s. reply here if you wanna be tagging. it’s short, it’s sad, i’d say it’s pretty good)
when are you gonna post another dami fic?
hopefully illl put out a dami fic by this weekend 💚
if you have anything specific you’re looking for though don’t be afraid to send an ask for it ;)
you asked for an angst ask, is this enough angst for you?
so basically tim drake x reader where the reader is an vigilante who dies in tim’s arms 😌
Paring: Tim Drake x reader
Prompt: Prompt list ᜊ14-“Let. Me. Go.” “You know i can’t.”
Summery: When a mission goes wrong and your severely injured there’s nothing Tim can do to save you
Warnings: blood and gore, major character death, description of large wound, lots of blood, read at your own risk
A/N: i’ve been gone awhile but look i made you some content (Masterlist) i’m pretty sure i’m missing something but i can’t figure out what so if looks different from my other fics let me know
Word count: 2k
Too Little, Too Late
You were never supposed to be there. He warned you not to come but you never really listened to him anyway. He should have known it would take more to stop you.
It all started with the new drug going around. It gave the ultimate high with twice the mortality rate of any normal pill. Bodies were dropping quick and you wanted to do something about it. The plan was simple, first figure out where the drugs were coming from and second, stop it. Simple enough.
The only problem with your plan is that you were currently benched from the crime fighting scene. Apparently Batman's not a fan of teenage heroes who aren't the best at following orders, which was ironic considering how many he knew that fit that exact description. If you could just prove to him how good you were in the field he would let you fight. Right?
"You're not coming." Tim appeared at the door of your room. Of course he had already guessed your plan.
"Oh yeah? Who's gonna stop me," You shot back, stuffing your gear into a backpack. You still couldn't believe he was taking Bruce's side on this, he was supposed to be your wingman.
"This isn't safe," He stepped into the room. "It's not a game, there are consequences in the field."
"I know that Tim. I also know that I can save lives out there. I'm not some damsel in distress and I just need to prove it to him," You turned towards Tim with pleading eyes. He could stop you if he really wanted. You both knew it so your only option was to convince him not to.
He sighed and closed his eyes for a second before smiling slightly at you. "You're not gonna listen to anything i say are you?"
"You know me so well," You smiled innocently back at him. He would never be happy with your choice to fight but he wasn't going to get in your way which was more than enough for you.
"Alright, you win. I won't tell him you're coming but when he inevitably gets mad at you I'm not backing you up. Deal?" He stretched out his arm.
"Deal." You shook his hand with a wide grin on your face. Tim had been your best friend for years and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to be more than that. He was your whole world, the reason you became a vigilante. You would do anything for him no matter how dangerous or scary because you knew he would do the same for you.
That night, as promised, Tim didn't tell Bruce about your plan to upstage his raid. You got there earlier than them and found a comfortable spot on the adjacent roof to watch from. The drug runners had a 25 man operation, all of which were carrying some heavy duty guns and clearly didn't skip arm day.
"8 on the left side, 6 on the right. 2 guys by the door, 8 pacing and 1 giving orders. If I slip in through the back and work my way forward I should be able to get by. Plus if batsy gets here when he said he would i'll only be on my own for about 10 minutes. Oh yeah, it's all coming together," You smirked to yourself putting down your binoculars.
Of course you knew you couldn't take them all but that wasn't the point. All you needed to do was prove your skills for a short amount of time. Simple, easy, foolproof.
You slipped off the roof and made your way around the building. The lock to the back door was easy enough to pick and you snuck inside unnoticed. The first 8 men were boxing up the drugs and the next 8 were carrying them to the trucks while the 6 were loading the crates onto the trucks.
Ducking behind one of the crates you prepared yourself for the brewing fight. You peaked over the edge to get one last look at the men when something caught your eye. Inside the box, underneath a large batch of the drugs was something that looked like a bluish sort of metal that definitely wasn't pills. You quietly pushed the pills over and saw underneath were at least 10 very big, very scary, and very not earth originated guns.
"Holy alien gun smugglers Batman," you mouthed the classic Robin catchphrase in disbelief. "They've got a crime ring, inside of a crime ring-" you ducked back behind the box. "That's genius! Why didn't I think of that," you muttered a bit too loud. The man closest to you stopped what he was doing and listened.
You held your hand over your mouth to mask the sound of your breathing. If he saw you all hell would break loose and you'd probably be shot long before you could get away. The plan wasn't exactly going how you wanted and on top of that Batman was early. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the familiar pointy shadow pass over head.
"oh fuck me," you groaned and jumped out from behind the crate to kick the gun from the mans hand. This was just the distraction Bruce needed to jump down and scare the shit out of everyone.
"Oh hey Batman. Fancy seeing you here." You called across the room while dodging a punch. The cheery upbeat comments during an intense fight were always your favorite part of the job because of the looks your opponents gave you. Whenever you brought out the vaguely threatening yet happy voice Tim would laugh and that made you laugh so it was a win-win situation for everyone.
"We'll talk about that later!" Bruce glared at you for a moment before returning to the fight.
The truck, which had almost every box loaded on it already, turned on and started to pull away with 7 people inside. Batman jumped on the back just before it could accelerate all the way. He was whisked away leaving you and Tim to finish up here. "Well that was rude, he could have-gagh hey watch it- at least said goodbye," You interrupted yourself when one man swung his knife towards you.
"You're lucky he didn't chew you out on the spot!" Tim called back while fighting off his own group of lackeys.
You dodged and punched and kicked but in your distraction you didn't notice one man go for the leftover boxes and pull out one of the shiny alien guns. He clearly didn't know what he was doing and started pressing buttons at random. The gun went off and a blast hit the wall shaking the whole building. Then he pointed the weapon at Tim and fired.
He didn't see it. He didn't know it was coming and he couldn't stop it but you could. You just needed to get to him before it did. Your legs moved on instinct well before your mind could do anything. You watched the blast in slow motion like a scene in a movie. You called to him and he turned but it wasn't enough to avoid the shot.
Gloved hands collided with the yellow emblem on his chest and you pushed. You saw the light of the blast reflecting in his mask. One second you were watching Tim fall down in front of you and the next you couldn't see anything at all. The steering pain ripped into your side and threw you into a wall.
The shock left you paralyzed on the ground gasping for air. You tried to move but the pain only got worse. You heard Tim yell for you but you didn't have the strength to do anything about it. He kicked the gun out of the man's hands and hit him over the head. The last two men used the opportunity to run out of the building.
Blood was pooling underneath you, soaking into your uniform and staining your skin. Tim sent a distress signal and rushed over to you. He knelt beside you and gently turned you towards him with a panicked expression across his face.
"You're okay, alright you're gonna be fine." The words tumbled out in a rush. Clearly he was trying to sound calm but he couldn't control the rising fear in his voice. He looked down at the bloody wound trying to gauge the damage.
You finally got somewhat control over your breathing, enough to talk at least. "I probably, fuc- can't donate my k-kidney after this, can I?" You laughed slightly before hissing in pain.
"Well your humor is unscathed I see," Tim riflled through his utility belt and brought out a few small pills. Pain killers would do little against the massive slash that stretched around your side but until Batman got back that it was all he could do. You were losing too much blood for him to move you on his own.
"Oh please, it'll take more than this to shut my jokes down," You smiled weakly. "I mean seriously, a mystery gash-" you winced "-from a weird alien gun? Child's play, I've had paper cuts worse than this." You were rambling now and Tim knew that you rambled when you were trying to distract him from something.
It's what you'd always done. Distraction was your specialty. You could always fix things with a witty joke and the dumb smile you knew he loved. You always knew when he was upset and you always knew what to say. You always had just the right snacks in your secret stash. You always made Gotham feel like a city worth saving just because you were in it. Tim couldn't imagine a world without you.
Even now with pain taking over your mind you were trying to make him feel better.
"Red, if he doesn't get back in time-" you tried to speak but he stopped you.
"No. Don't do that, don't you dare." He didn't look in your eyes.
"Don't be stubborn."
"You're gonna be fine." He stayed focused on stopping the blood. "We'll get you back and fix you up in time for those stupid Law and Order reruns you watch at 4 am. You're not going to die now, you can't. I won't let you." His voice was breaking and shaky.
"Tim," You reached up and turned his face towards yours. You took off his mask and saw the tears that threatened to spill out of his eyes. "Let . Me. Go."
He took your mask off as well. "You know I can't."
"I don't think it's your choice anymore."
The spots lining your vision got bigger, taking over your eyes. Your mind was racing and yet you couldn't hold on to any thoughts. A weird calm came over you, you still could feel the wound but it was also sort of numb. Tim's voice was more distant. You knew he was saying something, calling to you, but the words were blurry and then they just stopped
Tim didn't remember when exactly you had died. All he remembered was the way your eyes stopped moving and your chest stilled. He knew you were gone but he still didn't move from your side. Eventually Batman came back and found him holding you. Somehow Dick ended up there as-well and the two of them managed to get Tim home.
He barely talked or ate or even moved for 4 whole days. The next thing he remembered was your funeral. It was a closed casket due to the damage your body had suffered. Bruce had organized a nice ceremony for you, it had two parts. One for your parents and friends who still wondered how someone like you had turned into the unfortunate victim of a stray bullet, and a second one for the people who knew how you really died.
Tim was the last person there after everyone had gone. People tried but no one could convince him to leave. He didn't want to leave you, he didn't want you to be alone.
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angst prompt fourteen for my previous ask 😌😌
bro i finally finished writing the angsty ass tim fic that goes with this ask but i can’t for the life of me figure out a name soooo if anyone has some good angst titles they’d want to share then i can finally post it :)
Are you going to make a part 3 to Love and War? It was super good and I’ve probably reread it like three times now because of how perfect it is 💞
Yes i’m planning on it! writers block won’t leave me alone but i’m chipping away at all my fics!
i was actually thinking of rewriting LaW a bit and making it into a proper series, the original plan was a one shot but i’ve got so many ideas now i might want to rework the pacing and have some real character development
let me know what you all want to see tho
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I would proudly like to announce that i completed nearly 3 MONTHS worth of work and turned it in with a mere 10 minutes to spare
therefore i have successfully completed the school year and i will be from now on occupying my time with fanfics, tv shows, and writing
(pls be proud of me i procrastinated for way to long but i still got it all done)
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ladies, gents, gender neutrals, i beg of you, give me angsty tim/jason/dick fic recs
i want to be sad and inspired
also i’ve been throwing up for the past 26 hours so that’s not fun and i think i died at some point last night
no rush but any update on love and war pt 3?
no context... just ✨this✨
“I, don’t think they can see us,” You stammered, trapped between him and the well.
Damian looked at your lips and smirked. “I know,” his eyes met yours once more before he turned around and headed back towards the gala.
You watched him walk away, to stunned to move. “What the fuck was that?” You mumbled trying to regain your composure. You knew he had a playboy alter ego for the press but you’d never seen it in real life.
It was weird.
DAMiAn!! I need DAMIAN
ok so for this i’m actually thinking about possibly rewriting Love and War a bit and turing it into a proper series. the original plan was to make it a one/two-shot but it’s really fun to write and i have tons of ideas so i might adjust the pacing and make it multiple chapters with a real plot and stuff
what do you guys think i should do???