Tim Drake X You - Tumblr Posts
Tim Drake | " 'Cause I need somebody to remember my name.."
đŠč- headcanons
No treat sweeter than you - Tim Drake x Baker! Reader
It's so sweet, knowing that you love me - Tim Drake x Cozy! Reader
â- fics
àšà§- blurbs
Love on the brain - Tim Drake x Reader
Tim Drake x Baker! Reader
warnings; threats ? not against the reader or Tim author's notes; MY ALL TIME FAV !! I LOVE YOU TIM DRAKEđ another indulgent work bc i haven't baked in years and every time i get a new favorite character i have to project my baking habits onto them <9 i yapped a lot but he's my lil guy so he deserves it
he LIVES for your baking
literally if you make pastries he's the first one to eat one and tell you how they're amazing
you might not be Alfred but he'll be damned if he says you aren't competing with him
i feel like he really likes scones ?? idk but make those and you have his whole heart
not that you didn't already-
he's a sucker for any kind of pastry really
he loves cupcakes and cookies don't get him wrong
but absolutely nothing beats muffins in the morning he doesn't care
specifically blueberry !
if your anything like me you hate other people being in the kitchen while you bake
and as much as he'd love to help you out
he's terrified of getting yelled at for trying to sample the batter
never again
but you do let him sit at the kitchen island while you work so he doesn't mind
since he's a tragic insomniac, you usually find yourself baking so he'll have something to eat at the wee hours of the night
he gives you a big ole kiss each time as thanks !
if you sell your stuff he makes absolute sure you get your money.
has ans will threaten to ruin someone's life over this
he means business when it comes to you
which also means chasing his brothers throughout the house because they stole the cookie that was left out for him.
every single time.
you've learned to just start making extras at this point because gods know these boys don't know how to behave
not Tim related but you've probably made Damian little animal shaped cookies
you are now his favorite person because of this. not that he'll ever tell you
back to Tim !
uses that good ole Wayne money to buy you the best stuff <9
only the finest ingredients for his rose i fear !
matching aprons even though he doesn't helpT^T
he thought they were cute and you couldn't argue
drops the worst hints whenever he wants you to make something like
"Oh wow you know what would be sooo good ? *Insert whatever baked goods you'd like*. It's so tragic we don't any.."
he's the worst and i love him
you bake every single one of his birthday cakes and nobody is complaining
it saves the time and energy PLUS everybody loves your baking !
and Tim slightly gets to brag about how good you are at it
(all of the Wayne kids show off their partners if you couldn't tell-)
he would LOVE spice cake and i can't explain why ?
sure he could eat any kind
but spice cake just does it for him
tried to bake you something once and he still hasn't gotten the flour out of his hair
Alfred almost had a heart attack when he found him on the kitchen floor with a cookbook
Tim made him swear to never tell you or anybody in the house..
it's a great wedding story though
he's your favorite and best taste tester as well ! he's fairly honest about what's good and what isn't
those detective skills also come to use with this for some odd reason ? can't explain why
with all that being said !
he's my absolute favorite man ever and he's perfect and he deserves everything i have ever baked !đ
Tim Drake x Cozy! Reader
warning; none ! author's notes; my favorite boy's birthday which means a work for him ! sorry for writing so many headcanons y'all, i have a lot to blabber about đ also idk if the title makes sense but i have was going for a very.. homebody, smells like coffee/hot chocolate, big sweaters coded reader if that makes any sense !
oh how he loves you...
he never gets a chance to relax because Gotham never rests
but with you it's so easy
he could come back from the worst fight in the world and be greeted with hazelnut creamer filled coffee and the sight of string lights everywhere
it might not be a lot, but it's everything to him.
reading dates are a very common thing !
you'll drag him to the local used bookstore any chance you get
it's usually followed up with a trip to the bakery or record shop too
super into crime books
(to nobody's surprise im sure)
he has a whole bookshelf dedicated to forensic books, even though he knows pretty much everything.
he likes to be sure, y'know ?
you guys have plants that are all names and their birthdays are on a calendar on the fridge
the oldest is named Robert ans he's a dragon's breath you two bought when you first moved in together
the name was merely based on you thinking it was funny to give a plant a people name..(me too)
steals your sweaters all the time and claims he doesn't know what happened to them
but you always catch him up in the middle of the night wearing them while he's doing his detective stuff
random but candle shopping is a MAJORRRRR part of y'all's budget planning..
i mean sure, overhead lighting can be nice, but candles just have a better feel !
which is exactly what you say to Tim every time
he groans and mumbles a soft "Whatever you want, rose.." and it's off to Bath and Body works or the local candle shop !
BAKING TOGETHER !!!!
i will give any excuse to talk about Tim and his baked goods, so you two bake together a ton !
not specifically from scratch, but it's usually better when it is.
"All that matters is it was made with love." is the common statement he uses when he burns something..
which is probably a common occurrence if im being completely honest
slow dancing to records might i add
not much to add about this, but something about him being a Wayne tells me he probably had to learn to slow dance for whatever reason
he'll gladly teach you if you don't know how :))
you guys are usually cuddled up drinking coffee/tea/hot chocolate(pick your preference loves !)
the Gotham rain adds to the ambience of it all
having someone as lad back as you are definitely helps with his whole "gotta prove my wort" mentality as well
if you ever got pets i think you'd have rabbits or maybe a ferret
not cats, don't ask me why i just have a weird headcanon about him being allergic.. so sorry to all my cat allergy havers
completely and utterly in love with the fact you're not out a lot because he likes knowing your safe at home !
playing stardew or animal crossing together to cool off ?
absolutely !
you have a shared island and farm bc he refuses to let you marry any of the characters(SAM I LOVE YOU !!!)
I COULD WRITE SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH ABOUT HIM WITH A CALM, COZY PARTNER !!! but i want to get this done before the 20th so :((( but happy birthday again to my boyfriend in another universe đ
Tim Drake x Reader
warning; none ! author's note; despite my whole ocean theme, i LOVEEEEE psychology !! :3 ofc i want to be a marine biologist, but forensic psychology will always hold a special place in my heart aka my back up option ! also, with school coming up + the fact im taking ap psych this year, i thought this would be a good motivation T^T
âHey, babe ! Did you know that being in love biochemically is the same as an obsessive disorder ?" You were taking ap psychology and, to be honest, it was kicking your butt a bit. However, having a master detective as a boyfriend always helped ! Plus, it made the whole thing a little more fun. The soft smell of coffee, the scratching of pencil on paper, and the occasional kiss whenever you'd answer a question correctly. Sure, you could've just bought a Psychology for Dummies book, but it was so much easier, and more fun, to ask the boy genius that was Tim Drake for help ! "Hmm, that's a new one. Maybe that's why I like being around you so much !" He joked with a soft smile. Ever the softie he was for you, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before continuing what he was doing. There was the normal stuff to go over; Who was the father of psychology, what were the five major perspectives, Freud's Theory of Personality. All of which you had gone over for hours judging by the number of times Alfred had walked past. "Timm, I'm bored of all this stuff ! If I have to read one more sentence about Aristotle, I'm going to lose my mind," You groaned, putting your head on the table. "We can take a break if you want, rose. It's been a while since we started..." With that, you grabbed his hand and rushed off to the garden. Flowers covered the gazebo, the sun reflecting on your skin making you glow a honey sort of brown. "Maybe it's just the sleep deprivation talking, but you look beautiful," Tim teased, his cheeks a soft shade of pink and his eyes never once leaving you. He could've been right, maybe it was just his sleep deprivation, but any old lesson in psychology would've taught you it was oxytocin. Love that was undescribable by any old philosopher.
kinda sucks, but it was mainly for pure self indulgence anyways ! i love you tim drake matching my crippling psychology nerd stuff
SUCKER | Tim Drake X Male!Reader.
SUMMARY: It's not like you meant to get in trouble with Batman himself by hacking him and finding his identity, you were just bored.
Reader is trans!
A/N: Don't want to be that guy but if you liked this, it would be cool if you followed me/reblogged so it can reach more people! I'm new here so it would be great help. Requests are also open if anyone is interested. Not much x Tim on this one, its more like an origins story thingy. Check out part 2 tho.
PART TWO.
Okay, you had fucked up this time.
It's not like you even meant to do so, you had been working so hard the last year to get a decent laptop and it had gotten broken in ten seconds by a stupid virus.
Well, maybe you were at fault for successfully hacking into Batman's super-secure system and revising a lot of his ultra-secret archives, but how would you have known he would send a virus your way the minute he found you out?
Just the thought of going back to making greasy pizzas and only eating that for a whole year made you gag⊠And it's not like you could go to Batman and make him buy you a new computer, even if now you knew who he was. That would just mean he had the chance to put you in prison, or worse, tell your guardians.
Luckily, he could not track you down. You had created your security and were using Gotham Public Library's internet. Even if they came for you, you'd be long gone. Or so you thought.
One of the librarians, probably the last one on shift, let you know she was closing soon. You left the place with a useless computer packed in your messenger bag.
Fixing this was gonna take a while.
Walking alone at night in Gotham normally was pretty scary for people who lived in the city and knew how dangerous it was, you had never been worried about it though; no one back at home cared if you came back, and it's not like you were interesting enough to be part of a crime. Plus, Batman and company were out there to protect you and everyone else.
Right after rounding the corner, just a few blocks from home, you felt a slight pinch in your arm. Something like a needle, you figured, and if you were right you wouldn't like what was next.
Not like you had time to figure that out because you immediately blacked out.
You woke up still a bit dizzy, all you could tell was that you were sitting. Your first instinct was to rub your eyes to wake up but once you tried, your hands were not able to reach your face, something was holding them down. your second reaction was to fully wake up and panic, making you completely aware of your surroundings.
The place looked like a standard interrogation room, or at least from what you have seen in movies. You couldn't move your hands because you were cuffed on a table, there was an empty chair in front of it but no two-way mirrors anywhere. However, there was a camera hanging by the ceiling in a corner.
"This is stupid," you looked directly at the camera, talking to whoever was watching you. "If you wanted money, you got the wrong kid. Dude, I'm a foster kid and weâre poor."
There was no answer.
"You're fucking dumb," you laughed, hoping some teasing would bring whoever was keeping you to the room and get you an explanation on what was happening. "You really tried so hard and you got the wrong fucking person. Honestly, I would be embarrassed."
A door opened behind you, making you smile and shake at the same time. The person walked slowly and silently to the empty chair, it was all probably for the drama of it. Then you saw him.
It was the fucking Red Robin.
"What the hell? Have you gone rogue or some shit?" you were confused, he was supposed to be one of the good guys who never held people captive unless they did something bad, was he not?
He ignored your question.
"How did you hack into our computers?"
Oh, that made more sense now. Of course, even if you were smart, they had much more resources than you, and finding you wouldn't be as hard as you thought.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," you lied. Maybe acting stupid would save you from this one, at least you hoped so.
"I tracked you. I know what you've seen and what you know. But I have nothing on you, who do you work for?"
"Lenny's pizza, it's on Belmont Street," you answered honestly. "Though I wouldn't recommend their stuff, Pizza is too greasy and they're really stingy with the pepperoni. Cheese is not great quality either."
"Do you think you're funny?" he ran his hands through his hair, clearly frustrated.
"Well, sometimes I make pretty good jokes. I'm not good under pressure though, maybe if you uncuff me I'll tell you a pretty good one."
"Who do you work for?" he growled, getting up from the seat.
He started walking around, you couldn't decipher if it was because he was nervous himself or to make you nervous. You had seen Red Robin in action before, though. He was smart, it was all probably an act to get you to talk.
"Brooo," you complained. "I already told you, I work at Lenny's."
"Then you sold the information."
"I would be out of this damn city if that was the case, birdy." You laughed at his accusation.
"I'll call Batman if you don't tell me what you've done."
You were a big Batman fan, you liked his work and were grateful for it but who really does want to be on the enemy end of his work? not you, he was pretty scary after all.
"Fine!" you huffed. "I did hack into your system and confirmed your identities. Not like it was a surprise to me, to be honest, I had my suspicions."
He looked at you, his eyes asking you to go on.
"Well, first of all, you have got to be damn rich to have all the equipment Batman has and I asked myself, Who in Gotham has the mo-"
His fist loudly hit the table and you rolled your eyes, his intimidation tactics were not working. Maybe it was because you were already nervous, you just were great at pretending nothing was happening. not like he needed to know all that.
"Just tell me what I want to know."
"Ugh, you're boring" you grunted, he didn't care. "I was bored and wanted to test my skills."
"That can't be just it."
You started to explain.
"Well, I wanted to see if I was smart enough to take a complex security system. When I thought which one would be the hardest inside of Gothamâ and not the world," you interrupted yourself, excited. "Because hello? I'm still a teenager, I'll have time to take on the whole world and maybe even the universe later. What I mean to say is, you won that complexity award inside my mind and I had fun with it."
He left the room with no words, leaving you confused.
Hours later he came back, the sound the rusty door made when opened made you cringe. This time Red Robin, who you knew the name was Timothy, sat carefully on the chair and kept looking behind, like waiting for something. He didn't talk."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" you were quick to anger. It was all so stupid, this guy had kept you for a few hours in there for no reason and now he was silent and looking at what you assumed was nothing. You wanted to go back to your house, eat something and take a nap.
"You have two options," a distorted voice spoke from behind. You had never heard it but you immediately knew who it belonged to.
"Dude? You said you wouldn't bring the big scary bird in here," you squealed. "Fucking shit, you're an absolute liar. If I wasn't cuffed to this damn table I wouldâ"
"You work for me," the voice interrupted once again, still standing behind you. "Or I'll send you to prison."
"I'll tell everyone in prison Bruce Wayne is Batman if you do that shit."
"Will they believe you?" Tim asked with a smirk.
"Fuck you, Timothy. You have the dumbest name I have ever heard and your hair is ugly.â
Batman didn't seem to care about your comments, but you could see Red Robinâs face, he was squinting and you could tell how hard he was trying not to snap at you and look uninterested and professional in front of the big guy. It was a bit funny.
âOkay,â you accepted the offer, they had you cornered. At least you had something new to do in your free time.
Tim took some keys out of his utility belt, uncuffing you with them while you unsuccessfully tried to cover your laughs with a cough. Something about utility belt keys was just so dumb, you noted in your mind to tease Tim about it later. Once you were able to get up you looked back at Batman, who was still waiting at the door. He was even scarier up close.
âDon't try anything funny,â the teen warned you.
âWhy the fuck would I do that? You fight criminals as a hobby, dude.â
âDonât call me dude, thatâs not my name.â
âWhatever,â you dismissed him. âI'm just good with computers, I have no idea how to fight and I'm shitting myself by just looking at Batman right now.â
They lead you outside, where you had a ride on the batmobile to Wayne Manor and ultimately the Batcave. Tim was in charge of telling you everything about their computer systems and Bruce introduced you to the rest of their family.
Everyone was excited to meet you, some were a bit suspicious but you couldn't blame them. Jason became one of your favorite persons the moment you met him, both bonding over sarcasm and teasing Tim. Damian wasn't interested in you at all and Duke was shy but welcoming. Dick and Steph offered to be your âbat tour guidesâ and Cass tagged along to keep an eye on you.
Now you not only had something new to do in your free time but also a whole bunch of new friends.
SUCKER | Tim Drake X Male!Reader. PART 2
SUMMARY: You go to school with a black eye, no one knows where it comes from. You consider self defense lessons.
Reader is trans!
WARNINGS: there's a mention of domestic abuse.
A/N: I like this reader and I might have some ideas to continue this in the back of my mind, just gotta know if ppl likle it before continuing, lmk if u do so. If u also have any ideas for next parts u wanna share, reqs r open Smile.
PART ONE.
You had been feeling the stares since you got to school, you felt it when people turned their heads around to check back on you when they passed beside you and you certainly could hear the whispers. The teachers tried talking to you and asking about it and you tried avoiding it until your math teacher decided you should just go directly to the principal.
You got it. It was their job as adults to care about the stupid black eye you had come to school with, but did they really have to? you had never gotten in trouble and you were straight A's students, they were able to afford to just..let this one pass.
Now you were sitting on a very uncomfortable chair in front of the principal, he was looking at you, waiting for you to start an already finished talk.
âWhy donât I call your parents?â he said, taking his glasses off.
âGuardians,â you corrected. âTheyâre busy right now.â
He sighed and nodded while inclining his body closer to his desk, closer to you. âIs there anyone else I can call?â
You could have just lied and said no. You grabbed the backpack that was sitting between your legs and looked for the card Bruce had given you with his job phone number, you guessed this could be classified as an emergency.
âHere,â you put it on the desk, close to his phone. He seemed confused about it and simultaneously so entertained, it felt like he was gonna laugh at you. âI have an internship at Wayne Tech, Iâm his responsibility when my guardians can't,'' you explained and he just nodded and dialed the number you gave him.
A few months ago, Bruce had asked you to transfer to Gotham Academy and you had declined; it was great working with him, both as Bruce and as Batman, and the opportunity was amazing. It just didn't feel right to let him pay for all of that when you barely knew each other, you still felt unworthy of everything he and his family had been given you since you met. Sometimes you regretted your decision.
You were sent to wait by the seats outside of the principal's office and half an hour later, you saw Dick Grayson running at you in the hallway. Of course, you had expected him or Alfred to come to your rescue, Bruce Wayne was a very busy man. You found yourself a bit bothered by this, in the past months, while he passed onto you all of his detective knowledge and mentored you, you and Bruce had developed some kind of father-son relationship, or at least you looked up to him as the closest thing you have ever gotten to a father figure. Regardless, Dick was also very close to you, so it wasn't that bad that he was here.
He greeted you with a simple pat on your shoulder and went inside the office to talk.
From Your seat you could hear what was happening inside, the principal started the conversation talking about how your looks could ruin the school reputation, accused you of looking for fights outside of school, and asked Dick what kind of people you hung out with. You could see Dick fuming from your place, his voice sounded forced and you knew his ears would be smoking if that was physically possible. Dick was very protective of those who he loved and you admired him a lot for that, it felt good knowing he was protective of you too, it let you know he cared.
He came out of it visibly angry, making you snicker. His eyes softened when he saw you, he smiled and grabbed your backpack while nodding at you to come with him.
The ride in the car was silent, none of you knew how to start a conversation about what was happening until Dick parked his car. The street was not familiar to you so you assumed that just was where he was gonna let you go, maybe you had gotten it all wrong earlier and he was angry with you for making him come pick you up. He stopped you when you were about to open the door.
âWho did it?â he softly asked.
You shrugged your shoulders. âI don't really wanna talk about it but don't worry about it, it was nothing.â
âYou know you can always talk to me, right?â
You just nodded.
âOkay. Letâs just go home.â
Wayne Manor had quickly become more of a home than the place where you lived with your foster parents and the other kids that were like you. Everyone at the mansion liked you being there, the meals always left you full and you had so much fun there. You had learned so much from everyone in the family and they always made you feel welcome and loved.
Of course, you didn't live there despite Bruce giving you your room to come back to, you still had to live with the people who were put in charge of you. They never cared at what hours you came back home to or where you left, they only cared about the kids giving good impressions of them to the neighbors and having good grades.
The house was big, you had gotten lost various times within your first weeks. Damian quickly got tired of it and had drawn you a map of the whole house for you to always carry, you didn't need it anymore but it was always on the pocket of your pants: it was one of the first signs of him caring for you had gotten, even if he acted annoyed when giving it.
Once you got to the house, the first one to greet you at the door was Ace, he jumped on you, tipping you off and making you fall to the ground. You giggled while he was liking your face.
Damian wasn't far behind, you could always find the kid close to one of his animals. He told Ace off and helped you get up, his eyes never leaving the bruise on your face. You could tell he wanted to ask but instead of answers you gave him a little smile and ruffled his hair. He left, slightly annoying.
"I'm going down, got some work to do," you announced. Dirk opened and closed his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing how. You waited for something intelligent to come out of his mouth but it never made it, he just told you to go ahead and went to do his own thing.
Tim was sitting in front of the computer, working when he heard you go down the stairs in the Batcave. He could tell it was you by the sound your steps made, since you started working with them and walking around the house, everyone could tell where you were by how much louder it was compared to the rest of them.
You and Tim had a weird relationship. At work you are great together, helping each other out when something was hard for one of you, Bruce had even complimented your communication various times. even when he was out on the field and you were back at the Batcave, you had one of the best teamwork. Once the job was finished, the communication wasn't so great anymore, you enjoyed teasing him and calling him absurd names and he liked reciprocating that.
Tim trusted you and wished you were closer to him like you were to the rest of his family, but those words were hard to say out loud.
He didnât bother to stop his typing and greet you until you were standing behind him. You didnât say anything but he felt your soft breathing on the top of his head, making his heart jump a little. You inclined your body forwards, shifting some of your weight on his chair, your arm reached over his shoulder to grab something and your chest briefly touched his back.
âYou still drinking this shit?â you whispered in his ear, struggling to hold a smile. He tensed, your face was close to his and he could feel the warmth in his cheeks and ears. He coughed, trying to regain his composure, and turned around making you walk away from him. You were holding his mug.
âCaffeine makes me productive, you should try doing that sometime.â
âCaffeine will also make you die at forty.â You joked.
Diverting his eyes from your hands, he finally looked at your face. The purple hues around your eye made Tim hiss, he quickly got up from his seat to stand right in front of you.
His hands gently grabbed your face while his eyes thoroughly checked the bruise. This time, you were the one blushing at the closeness.
"Will you finally tell Bruce about this?" He whispered, his soft eyes looking down at you while his thumbs rubbed your cheeks. At your narrowed eyes, he continued. "I know this was one of your guardians."
You denied it with your head. "That's not what's happening."
"Then what is happening?"
You broke the contact, walked a few steps back, and crossed your arms.
"I thought you didn't like me outside of work," you teased, trying to change the subject. Tim replied by calling your name, a signal to stop.
In surrender, you put your hands up. Tim sighed, looking at you without uttering a word. He was waiting for an explanation you couldn't give him.
"Would you teach me self-defense?"
Hey, I wanted to request for Tim Drake where y/n has telekinesis and sheâs Timâs assistant. One day someone attacks and y/n kicks there asses without anyoneâs help. Thank you <3 have a good day
After hours.
Tim Drake x Fem!Reader Oneshot
WC: 1708
SYNOPSIS: Y/N just wants a night off, is that so hard? From fighting crime to overtime at Wayne tech our favorite vigilante just wants to get some sleep, however sometimes annoying thugs get in the way of her night off. tch. Donât worry, sheâs got it under control.
WARNINGS: Violence, gunfight, Y/N being disrespectful to batman (even tho he deserves it) , swearing
Tic. Tic. Tic.
The clock that hung on the wall was making it painfully obvious to Y/N L/N that time was passing ever so slowly. As much as Y/N loved her job at Wayne Tech, this was the first night this week she didnât have to stay for overtime. You canât blame her for being excited to go home.
4:56. Okay, only 64 minutes to go. I can do that. She thought, tapping her pen against her mahogany desk. She had a nice private area to work, beautifully furnished, and it sat just outside her boss Tim Drakeâs office. And there she sat, waiting for time to speed up and impatiently bouncing her leg under the desk.
Y/N continued to fill the time by filing her bossâs paperwork and finishing up contracts for tomorrowâs early meetings. She took messages from incoming calls and filled out Timâs schedule for the week. Then she felt a buzz in her pocket.
Shit.
Something else that should be mentioned about Y/N. She has a rather dangerous after hours hobby.
Being a metahuman vigilante in Gotham came with its challenges. There were always going to be the usual criminals, creeps and bad guys. However the biggest thorn in your side was the big bad bat himself. He has⊠territory issues.
And he has an automatic prejudice against metas. It wasnât your fault that you were hit with a particle accelerator blast and woke up with telekinesis. Nor was it your fault you looked damn good in black spandex. You werenât sure if that last part pertained to Batmanâs focus on you, however maybe heâs jealous youâre hotter. Oh, definitely.
So here you sat, your communicator alerting you of a nearby attacker. Your eyes snapped up to meet the clock once more. You glanced over at the door separating you and Tim just to make sure it was still securely shut.
You pulled the communicator out of your pocket and read the warning.
ATTEMPTED CRIME IN PROGRESS:
LOCATION: WAYNE TECH
ARMED OFFENDERS APPROACHING
POLICE: 7 MINUTES OUT
Just as you finished reading, the emergency alarm began to blare and the muffled sounds of gunshots rang out from floors below. You immediately stood up. As if you moved in sync, something very common within soulmates, Tim Drakeâs door swung open. He stepped out wearing only a white button up, black slacks and a tie. His jacket mustâve been discarded in his office. A look you think he needs to sport far more often. Not the time, Y/N.
âStay here.â You said unanimously.
You narrowed your eyes at him. Men and their egos.
âWith all due respect, you have no idea-â He began.
âPlease Mr. Drake,â You raised a hand to him. âWe can argue about this at a later date.â You rolled your eyes at him and began to make your way down the hall. He stumbled after you.
The lights above you flickered and you pulled him to the side of the hallway behind a pillar. Out of the elevator eight- rather large- criminals stumbled out. Tim pushed himself in front of you as the criminals filed down the hall.
âAll we need is the girl. Tracked the locater here. All we gotta do is hit her once with this, grab her, and we can beat it.â One of the thugs said, holding a metal blaster in his hand.
Ugh. You recognized him. This is so tedious. These guys were after you for their higher up. Some mob leader you took down a while ago wanted vengeance, but couldnât exactly get the best quality help while he stuck in Belle Reve. You rolled your eyes and pushed Tim off of you. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, he grabbed you and forcibly dragged you back towards him.
âWhat the hell?! Do you have a death wish? Help is on the way, just stay calm and donât make any rash decisions.â Tim aggressively whispered. He knew he couldnât blow his cover with a civilian present, especially one who worked for him. It would only endanger you more, however, Jason and Bruce had been notified and would be there any minute. All he had to do is make sure you donât get yourself killed in the meanwhile.
Your eyebrow rose at his tone.
Jeez, someone needs to get this guy anxiety medicationâŠ
âListen, Tim.â You rubbed your face in annoyance. âI kn-â
âWhat could you possibly say to convince me to let one of my employees, and friends, go out to armed assailants?â He crossed his arms. Itâs true, you and Tim were friends. You had become rather close with the late nights in the office. Though in order to keep things professional, you didnât see each other outside of work unless it was on âaccidentalâ terms.
Your eye twitched in annoyance. So instead of talking to him like a sane person, you decided to give him a taste of his own attitude. You slid past him and made your way down the hall.
âY/N!â Tim whisper-shouted. You waved him off.
âYo morons. What the hell are you doing here?â You asked, crossing your arms.
âS/N. Tch. We knew weâd get to you eventually. You see-â
âCan we cut the monologue? Sorry, but itâs late, Iâm supposed to be off work in like 15 minutes. So letâs get this over with. Large bad guys with a weapon to attack with, you get your asses handed to you by a hot superhero,â You flipped your hair over your shoulder. âAnd you guys go back to prison, but not Belle Reve because you guys arenât that big of a deal.â
The main guy pointed the weapon at you. You rolled your eyes and telekinetically drew it to yourself. As you examined it, you realized it was significantly more advanced than the stuff that these guys ever messed with.
âWhere the hell did you dufases get tech like this?â
Three of the men lunged towards the device. You dodged downward, out of the way of the first guy, pushing his shins, using the force from your knees to flip him over your head. You ducked and punched the second guy onto the ground. The third man smirked and pointed his gun at you. You smacked it out of his hand and hit him with the bottom of your palm causing his nose to bleed profusely. He dropped the gun to grab at his face and you kicked it away from him.
When you turned back to face the rest of them, you realized Tim had his hands up in surrender from the other side of the hall. In the commotion he had stepped out, and currently had a gun pointed in his direction. Just as the BANG rang out and the bullet left the gun, you lifted your hand up and stopped the bullet in its tracks, forcing it to fall to the floor. Timâs eyes widened in surprise. You exasperatedly flung your wrist in the direction of the gun, and it pistol-whipped the guy who was holding onto Tim, allowing for a quick getaway.
âIâve had enough of this.â You pushed your arms out and felt your body pulsate with power as the rest of the men were thrown against the wall. You continued looking at the small blaster that was definitely intended for your capture. You looked up for a moment to see Tim with his mouth agape.
âWhat?â You asked, feigning innocence.
âYou- and then- the- What??â Tim asked, running a stressed hand through his hair. âFour years Iâve known you! Three years Iâve been searching for S/N! How have I not figured it out?â
âNot sure, I figured out you and Batmanâs identities a while ago.â You continued to fiddle with the blaster trying to break the back open. âAlso for a masked vigilante, you almost got shot pretty quickly.â
âDonât tell Batman that, heâll throw a fit.â You smiled as you managed to pop the back of the blaster open and saw a glowing blue power device.
âWeird. I havenât seen anything like- Ow shit!â The radiation from the power burned your skin. You dropped it and it clattered to the ground. Tim carefully picked it up, but felt no radiation.
âNew biotech. Must be attracted to metahumans. Iâll get Batman to do an overview of it and get back to-â Just as if the name summoned the devil himself, Batman and the Red Hood crashed through the window, weapons drawn.
Though you hadnât formally met the bat in person, rumors of his glare flooded the streets of Gotham, and they were absolutely true. The batâs eyes narrowed at the bodies surrounding you and Tim.
âYou revealed your identity?â His gruff voice sent chills down your spine, but you held your composure.
âNo, Bruce.â Yikes, perhaps that wasnât the best decision you couldâve made. Well too late now, might as well go with it.
His head snapped towards Tim.
âExplanation. Now.â He said, his patience evidently running thin.
âI took the guys down. Theyâre some low level thugs sent out to find me. The question is, how did they get ahold of sophisticated tech like this. My guess would be Cadmus.â You stuck your hand out.
âY/N L/N sir, also known as S/N.â He glanced at your hand. Jason took it.
âRed Hood!â He smiled. âYouâve been pissing off bats here for a while! Pleasure to meet you!â
You raised an eyebrow, but smiled nonetheless. Since the bat continued to silently stare at you, you turned back to Tim.
âAlright! Well, Iâm going to head home because I am,â You checked the watch on your wrist, âOfficially off work! I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Drake. Please update me on the weapon and if you have any questions, I'm sure you can reach me now. Have a good night.â You smiled and began walking out.
You were finally going to get home early! You made your way down the elevator and towards the large spinning doors of the lobby however you were stopped when you heard your name get called.
âY/N! Y/N!â Tim said. âYou uh- forgot your jacket upstairs.â He stuck your jacket out towards you. âI couldnât, in good conscience, let you walk in the cold without it.â
âThanks Mr. Drake.â You took it from him, fingers grazing his as you sat in an awkward silence for a moment.
âI guess Iâll see you later then.â You turned to leave, but he grabbed your wrist.
âWait!â He swallowed. âWould you like to grab a coffee with me tomorrow? Before work?â Your gaze softened at him.
âYeah. Iâd actually really like that.â You smiled at him.
âGreat!â He smiled widely. âIâll pick you up around 8:00. Also, itâs just Tim, Y/N.â
âAlright Tim, I will see you tomorrow.â You put on your jacket and turned to walk out. Tim smiled as you walked out.
Once you got out the door you made your way down the street towards your apartment complex. As the building came into view, you were pulled into a side alley and a gun was held to your neck.
âGimme all the cash yaâ got, and I wont hurt chaâ doll face.â
âOh brother.â
Of course, because god forbid you could just get the night off.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
A/N: Hey guys! First request and first published oneshot! I am so glad I finally got the courage to post this and once school is out I will be able to post much more! Thank you so much, love, for requesting this fic <3 Enjoy!
I love you Helplessly. | Tim Drake X Reader
Angst No comfort.
AU: None Rating: SFW
Note: This one if meant to hurt. I hope it does but if it feels devoid of something please tell me. I tried to make it, so you'd be teary eyed at the end, and I am sorry if I didn't do that. I am not the best at writing this stuff, I'm an avid reader of angst but writer? Well, I can try. __________________________________
They say that when you're drowning there is a moment of peace.
When you wake up, you take a minute to adjust. Maybe it's like that? The peace... It might just be you adjusting to the water in your lunges? A moment of peace, when the light shines in through the curtains and you don't squint and shoo it away, but instead choose to bask in its warmth, its light.
Your drowning, basking. You think you can adjust to this light. Because he made you feel helpless. It felt amazing, like you didn't know what to do and he'd hold you so softly.
When he kissed you, it tasted like coffee. You didn't like the flavor before him.
Tim Drake was a perfect lover.
It felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself. But the best part? Well, that was when he held you.
His soft touch, holding your close. His palms felt like the sun, warm and oh so so comforting. You told him it was because he was always holding a hot cup of coffee, but you didn't think that was true either. Because even if he hadn't had coffee yet, his touch still felt like the world.
"I love you."
You said it first. You always did It first- You messed it all up. Because he didn't look at you after that. Instead, he froze, his eyes zeroing in on his laptop. "I'm sorry- I don't know-"
"No, its fine." Tim interrupted you. A conflicted look on his face. "No- Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me"
You nodded as he kissed you, his bitter coffee taste weighted heavy on your tongue.
Were kisses meant to be this bitter?
No, that thought was just a distraction. A distraction from what your mind really didn't want to focus on. Why didn't he say it back...?
That thought kept you awake.
What you didn't know was Tim was thinking the same thing. He had been thinking about it. Within the last week there had been three times he wished he said he loved you.
It was the beginning of the week, and he was having a rough day. When he got back to his room, he found... you, a fresh mug of coffee and a pile of blankets all laid out- one even was hung up like a canopy above you.
You giggled and requested he join you in bed and he did, hugging you so tightly, he breathed in your scent and sighed stress leaving him like you repealed it.
When he was with you his brain stopped working. he didn't need to think- he only needed to be there and hold you.
He reasoned with himself, if he could kiss you like he loved you that made up for it. And he kissed you and touched you and- you were his world. He made it feel like you were and he was happy with that.
So why can't you get your mind off those three words?
Your insecurities ate at you as you began to cater to him just a bit more- hoping he'd say those words you longed needed to hear.
They say that when you're drowning there is a moment of peace.
When you wake up, you take a minute to adjust. Maybe it's like that? The peace... It might just be you adjusting to the water in your lunges? A moment of peace, when the light shines in through the curtains and you don't squint and shoo it away, but instead choose to bask in its warmth, its light.
You were drowning and sadly that moment of peace wasn't coming.
The rotting feeling inside your chest felt horrible as he yanked your head from out of the water. Your eyes burned from the tears. You voice broke and sobs wrecked your body, your chest heaving for air- because if you had air, you can plead correctly. "Please-" You couldn't catch your breath, "Please, no more, please no more- Tim- I-"
"Tsk Tsk Tsk." He shook his head with a pout. Pulling your head by its hair harshly so you'd see his waving finger. "No no no, that just won't do." He said before his laughter- that terrible sound.
A scream like none ever left your body. Your throat ached but you couldn't stop. The water muddied your tears as he shoved your face back into the all too hot water. Boiling... No one heard your screams. no one ever would. Not a single soul... accept... Him, the man doing this too you was the only one that could stop this, he was the only one to hear your screams. Muffled by the water.
He eventually left. The game ended and he left you in the corner, a ball as you laid there. Your lip quivering, eyes watering, that pain in your chest- the horrible pain you couldn't explain. Your body shook as you finally let yourself sob into the floor. Ugly, like a wet dog. You didn't know why you felt your heart break the way it did.
No one would ever find you.
Because you were dead to them.
It was your fault.
Maybe if you reached out more often, they would have realized something strange was at play with your death.
If you had been a better girlfriend Tim would have found, you by now.
Maybe if they- if he knew you better?
Why had you been such a failure? Maybe if you where more well-known people would look into it.
Why?
Why did you end up here?
Why was the only thing you could hear that maniacs laugh?
That horrible cracker, filled with nothing but joy as he watched you squirm on the floor pinning you down and yelling at you as you screamed. "Calm down! Calm down!" He'd shout over and over like it was a fun game and those were just fun words!
Your only retreat was the small corner of the room. "Mom." You'd sob over and over again. "Mom please- I- help momma please."
She was the only one you can beg too.
It didn't matter that she would never be able to help you.
Your eyes burned, why did crying do that? Your chest felt empty, like someone scrapped away everything in it, scratching and cutting the sides of your heart. Gripping it and gripping it till it would pop.
The burning in your throats hurt but the only thing you could do was sob and shout.
You shouted till your throat felt like your heart. Scratched, empty yet full at the same time.
"Momma... Tim..." You sobbed, the only two names you could. "Why?" was the only thing you could cry.
"Now now, Why so serious?"
The clown crackled and laughed, that was the last thing you heard before something began beating at your back.
You'd die helplessly. It was strange, the only time you felt helpless⊠it was with him.
So you only smiled as the light around you- what little was let in faded.
"I... love you...Tim.â
Thinking about instead of remaking this, I should expand on it and just make this like a teaser thing. Then make a series out of it�
Like this would be the bones but Iâd add more depth and stuff as well as more character interactions and emotions just development. Expanding more on the actual âincidentâ depicted ïżŒin this fic as well as the relationships. The series would take place after this fic with lil flashbacks and would be able to be read as a stand alone.
Iâd also have the Batfam in it as well as features <3 (y/n and Jason can bond over joker murdering them! If I decide y/n should come back alive- wait do I want this to be a Tim mourns over Reader fic or dead girlfriends comes back alive how does Tim feel fic????)
I love you Helplessly. | Tim Drake X Reader
Angst No comfort.
AU: None Rating: SFW
Note: This one if meant to hurt. I hope it does but if it feels devoid of something please tell me. I tried to make it, so you'd be teary eyed at the end, and I am sorry if I didn't do that. I am not the best at writing this stuff, I'm an avid reader of angst but writer? Well, I can try. __________________________________
They say that when you're drowning there is a moment of peace.
When you wake up, you take a minute to adjust. Maybe it's like that? The peace... It might just be you adjusting to the water in your lunges? A moment of peace, when the light shines in through the curtains and you don't squint and shoo it away, but instead choose to bask in its warmth, its light.
Your drowning, basking. You think you can adjust to this light. Because he made you feel helpless. It felt amazing, like you didn't know what to do and he'd hold you so softly.
When he kissed you, it tasted like coffee. You didn't like the flavor before him.
Tim Drake was a perfect lover.
It felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself. But the best part? Well, that was when he held you.
His soft touch, holding your close. His palms felt like the sun, warm and oh so so comforting. You told him it was because he was always holding a hot cup of coffee, but you didn't think that was true either. Because even if he hadn't had coffee yet, his touch still felt like the world.
"I love you."
You said it first. You always did It first- You messed it all up. Because he didn't look at you after that. Instead, he froze, his eyes zeroing in on his laptop. "I'm sorry- I don't know-"
"No, its fine." Tim interrupted you. A conflicted look on his face. "No- Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me"
You nodded as he kissed you, his bitter coffee taste weighted heavy on your tongue.
Were kisses meant to be this bitter?
No, that thought was just a distraction. A distraction from what your mind really didn't want to focus on. Why didn't he say it back...?
That thought kept you awake.
What you didn't know was Tim was thinking the same thing. He had been thinking about it. Within the last week there had been three times he wished he said he loved you.
It was the beginning of the week, and he was having a rough day. When he got back to his room, he found... you, a fresh mug of coffee and a pile of blankets all laid out- one even was hung up like a canopy above you.
You giggled and requested he join you in bed and he did, hugging you so tightly, he breathed in your scent and sighed stress leaving him like you repealed it.
When he was with you his brain stopped working. he didn't need to think- he only needed to be there and hold you.
He reasoned with himself, if he could kiss you like he loved you that made up for it. And he kissed you and touched you and- you were his world. He made it feel like you were and he was happy with that.
So why can't you get your mind off those three words?
Your insecurities ate at you as you began to cater to him just a bit more- hoping he'd say those words you longed needed to hear.
They say that when you're drowning there is a moment of peace.
When you wake up, you take a minute to adjust. Maybe it's like that? The peace... It might just be you adjusting to the water in your lunges? A moment of peace, when the light shines in through the curtains and you don't squint and shoo it away, but instead choose to bask in its warmth, its light.
You were drowning and sadly that moment of peace wasn't coming.
The rotting feeling inside your chest felt horrible as he yanked your head from out of the water. Your eyes burned from the tears. You voice broke and sobs wrecked your body, your chest heaving for air- because if you had air, you can plead correctly. "Please-" You couldn't catch your breath, "Please, no more, please no more- Tim- I-"
"Tsk Tsk Tsk." He shook his head with a pout. Pulling your head by its hair harshly so you'd see his waving finger. "No no no, that just won't do." He said before his laughter- that terrible sound.
A scream like none ever left your body. Your throat ached but you couldn't stop. The water muddied your tears as he shoved your face back into the all too hot water. Boiling... No one heard your screams. no one ever would. Not a single soul... accept... Him, the man doing this too you was the only one that could stop this, he was the only one to hear your screams. Muffled by the water.
He eventually left. The game ended and he left you in the corner, a ball as you laid there. Your lip quivering, eyes watering, that pain in your chest- the horrible pain you couldn't explain. Your body shook as you finally let yourself sob into the floor. Ugly, like a wet dog. You didn't know why you felt your heart break the way it did.
No one would ever find you.
Because you were dead to them.
It was your fault.
Maybe if you reached out more often, they would have realized something strange was at play with your death.
If you had been a better girlfriend Tim would have found, you by now.
Maybe if they- if he knew you better?
Why had you been such a failure? Maybe if you where more well-known people would look into it.
Why?
Why did you end up here?
Why was the only thing you could hear that maniacs laugh?
That horrible cracker, filled with nothing but joy as he watched you squirm on the floor pinning you down and yelling at you as you screamed. "Calm down! Calm down!" He'd shout over and over like it was a fun game and those were just fun words!
Your only retreat was the small corner of the room. "Mom." You'd sob over and over again. "Mom please- I- help momma please."
She was the only one you can beg too.
It didn't matter that she would never be able to help you.
Your eyes burned, why did crying do that? Your chest felt empty, like someone scrapped away everything in it, scratching and cutting the sides of your heart. Gripping it and gripping it till it would pop.
The burning in your throats hurt but the only thing you could do was sob and shout.
You shouted till your throat felt like your heart. Scratched, empty yet full at the same time.
"Momma... Tim..." You sobbed, the only two names you could. "Why?" was the only thing you could cry.
"Now now, Why so serious?"
The clown crackled and laughed, that was the last thing you heard before something began beating at your back.
You'd die helplessly. It was strange, the only time you felt helpless⊠it was with him.
So you only smiled as the light around you- what little was let in faded.
"I... love you...Tim.â
BatFam! x Toddler! (GN!) Reader
Including: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson and Tim Drake
Masterlist
Thinking of batfam with a toddler reader who they have to babysit every other day.
Dick Grayson -
- Like whenever reader needs anything they immediately go to Dick, not even realizing that they're hurting the rest in the process.
- Like Bruce could be right Infront of them but they immediately waddle all the way over to Dick.
- He'll sit down and watch anything you want to watch or take you anywhere (but the batcave)in the manor.
- He'll never take you on patrol, your to young! Matter of fact he won't take you outside of the manor period. Your whole world is inside the manor.
Dick would never take you out of the manor but whenever Jason is home it's a whole different story.
Jason Todd -
As soon as gets back to the manor he's immediately heading to your room and taking you out to explore the world... without permission of course.
- Like Tim comes to your room to hang out after a long day of school work only to find that your not in your room nor in the house in general. Instead your somewhere in the most dangerous city in the world with a crime lord.
-But fret not, Jason's just taking you to the most secluded book store in Gotham to introduce you to the world of books.
- Either that or he's got you strapped to his back like a backpack fighting random thugs in the most dangerous alleyways in the Gotham.
Sibling bonding time is what he likes to call it!
Don't worry, at some point he'll return you home and by return I mean he'll ring the door bell, drop you off on the door step and run away as fast as he can so he doesn't get lectured by Alfred.
Tim Drake
With Tim there have been a lot of instances where you end up injured or somewhere your not supposed to be.
- Like that one time he had to babysit you but he also had school so he place you inside of his backpack along with a couple of your favorite snacks and told you to not come out unless he tells you to.
-Then in the middle of class everyone just sees a toddler's head peeking out of his bag.
- And everyone is so shocked that when you get out of the bag and waddle out the room they don't say anything. Tim doesn't even notice cause he's already face first into his notebook trying to catch some z's.
- Then a couple minutes later he's called to the principal's office to find out that you somehow got into the swimming room, slipped on the wet tiles, hit your knee on the edge of the swimming pool and somehow fell in.
-After that you were never allowed to go outside of the manor.
Batfam x Doppleganger! Reader (Part 1)
Synopsis: You secretly live with them but one terrible fever made you blow your cover
Masterlist , Part 2
Living with them was easy.
You'd been there long enough to have studied their mannerisms and speech patterns. Like the way they talked, how they would fidget or how they'd react in certain circumstances.
Like Bruce.
He was one if the easiest to impersonate. He barely spoke, always held a stoic expression and never really was seen around the manor.
Most of the time you'd use his likeness to go wherever you wanted and no one questioned you since... who would question Bruce Wayne?
Dick however was a little tough to do.
What you've gathered from your little study is that Richard was always trying to mold himself into what he thought the person needed to see him as and frankly speaking it was tiring.
Often times using his likeness meant you'd have to put up with his siblings crap to an almost extreme extent and you really couldn't hold out any longer when situations like that happened.
He was also a form that you couldn't use very often since most of the time he'd be in BlĂŒdhaven.
Tim was your go to in any situation since he was either out on CEO business or cooped up in his room.
You'd related to his character alot since being in a house full of vigilantes always meant that you'd have to be alert in most situations if you didn't want to be caught. Which meant that you'd developed a serious case of insomnia.
Whenever they found you as Tim they'd leave you be because most of the time you'd be passed out on a couch or laying in one of the many comfortable beds around the manor.
They knew Tim needed his sleep so they never stuck around long enough to question why he wasn't in his room.
Damian was one form you'd refused to take on.
Most of the time he needed to be at school. Which meant that you could never walk around the house without being questioned as to why you weren't currently at home.
Like that one time Alfred caught you stealing food in the kitchen on a weekday and nearly sent you to school along with the real Damian.
On other occasions you'd never be able to fully keep up his persona and sometimes let a couple things slip.
Like that one time you'd done something uncharacteristically out of place. Like actually laughing at Dick's jokes, something Damian would never do.
Unlike the rest of his siblings Jason was completely out of the question. He was never in the manor and whenever he was he would always be scrutinized for causing trouble do walking around as him would be very inconvenient.
Now you'd never thought the day would come when you'd actually be caught.
You were so alert and vigilant, always making sure to not overstep or do anything that would rise suspicion but sadly that just wasn't enough.
It was a particularly harsh time of year for you, hay fever had kicked in.
Your throat was itchy, you were sneezing left and right and you were all alone the cold damp attic of the manor.
Usually around this time of year you needed to stay low-key, always hiding in the attic and making sure no one saw you.
Being sick would always mess with your ability.
Anytime you tried impersonating anyone it would always turn out weird or in some situations grotesque.
Multiple fingers would sprout onto each hand, random eyeballs would generate in peculiar parts of your body and sometimes you'd generate the wrong amount of hair all over your body. Ending up looking like a character straight out of a big foot.
Sometimes different body parts wouldn't finish generating or would be missing entirely.
Like the stump of your arm would be missing but you'd still have a hand connected to your shoulder.
Maybe you'd generate something more tame like the wrong eye color or your own physical features would show through. (Like freckles, stretch marks or beauty marks)
All in all it was horrible.
So when you realized that your stash of food for the month had run out so quickly you dreaded having to take up on one if their forms.
But alas you had to.
This time you'd taken on the form of Tim Drake, maybe they'd leave you alone if they thought you were their sleep deprived brother.
Sadly the transformation didn't turn out right.
Your eyes were the wrong shade if blue, your nose sitting a bit lower down in your fad and you'd generated several more fingers than necessary.
Even though you'd generated Tim's face your own features somehow shined through leaving a weird mixture of your features and his clashing together.
Seeing yourself like that nearly made you bring up whatever junk food you'd eaten earlier but you'd have to pull through.
Quickly you hopped down from the misplaced wooden board in their ceiling and made your way through the manor. Maybe you'd be lucky to find no one home.
Making your way down to the kitchen was fairly easy which was odd since it was a weekend which meant almost everyone would be home but you disregarded that and instead focused on grabbing things from the pantry.
You'd been so engrossed in your actions that you didn't notice the figure creeping up behind you.
They just stared at you as you continued taking stuff from the pantry.They seem paralyzed at what they were seeing.
When you finally turned around to exit the kitchen you'd frozen immediately.
You didn't know what to say.
The figure in front of you who you'd come to realize was Tim Drake himself had caught you.
....
You'd tried to stay silent and not move, wondering if you stood completely still would you just disappear in his eyes but sadly the sneeze that was bubbling in your chest said otherwise.
The sneeze causing you to shift painfully between the many forms you'd taken on before finally switching back to your normal self.
Well you just significantly screwed yourself.
Before the situation could get any worse you made the first move, choosing to slide past his frozen figure and bolt back to the attic.
Knowing Tim you wouldn't have enough time to get out of here before he'd alerted everyone of your presence in the manor.
Meanwhile in the bat cave
"Guys, I just ran into myself...grabbing food from the kitchen" Tim slowly descended the stairs with a confused expression settling on his tired face.
"You sure you didn't just start hallucinating?" Damian asked.
"No he's right, look at this" Bruce motioned towards the monitor. It seems that he'd been surfing the security camera footage while you'd chosen to look for food.
A video of you hastily walking through the hallways earlier played on the screen.
The fine details of your figure could be seen in the monitor, like the multiple fingers hanging off your palm and the severely different face that resembled Tim to an extent.
Then the monitor switched to another video of you standing in the kitchen, your body was swaying dangerously from side to side as you tried to reach their pantry. It seems you were more sick than you yourself were aware of.
A couple seconds later Tim came into the kitchen followed by you turning around and switching between different members of the family before settling on to what seems to be your real form.
"That's unnerving" Damian commented.
"I know right they had like nine fingers" Tin shuddered at the sight of your hands before noticing Dick quickly leaving the room.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"To meet our new roommate"
"Shouldn't we get to know them first before you allow then to live here permanently" Tim asked only to be ignored by Dick's quick moving form.
"Shouldn't you be stopping him" Tim turned back to Bruce.
"With father's history I doubt he'd mind adding them to the family" Damian stated.
So I guess welcome to the family?
Batfam x Doppleganger! Reader (Part 2)
Part 1 here Masterlist
You'd think that as soon as they found out about your existence in their house they'd kick you out but no. Instead they'd practically treated you like a brand new sibling.
You'd been given new clothes, a new room and brand new family members all in one day. To you, these people were just random strangers you'd stolen the appearances of but to them you were a rather interesting case.
A doppleganger with no where to go, not something you'd come across on the daily but not completely surprising for Gotham.
Dick was the first one to officially meet you since he was the first one to run off and find you. He immediately welcomes you to the family which is strange since you were technically what some people would call a "stalker" but he just seems to gloss over that.
Tim was the second one to meet you, he seemed very interested in your powers, asking numerous questions on how they worked to which he received zero answers.
Again you thought he would've thrown you out since the first time you guys met you were shifted into a disturbing version of him but what you've come to learn is this family is mostly accepting of the weird and abnormal.
Damian was rather calm about the whole situation which wasn't much of a shock. He didn't seem to mind your presence in the house that much seeing as how he'd always somehow find himself in a room with you.
After awhile you'd notice him following you around a lot more or quietly standing next to you while doing anything.
He's a bit creepy at times but what are you expecting from a tiny assassin?
You've still yet to meet he who must not be named (Jason) which is surprising since even though Dick doesn't live here he's still at the manor every other day. No one really speaks about him that much but when they do everyone goes silent.
Last but not least was the head of the family himself Bruce Wayne. As you've learned before he was the quiet and stoic one.
You'd barely met him in his own house which was rather strange but the one time you'd chosen to walk around the manor with his appearance he'd finally showed himself.
Walking out of the shadows with a serious expression.
"(Reader) right?" He asked but you knew he knew the answer. He then beckoned you to follow after him.
Slowly leading you towards a lonely grandfather clock stood in the middle of the hallway.
"I've been researching your ability and there are some things I think you'd like to see" he said. Next thing you know you were in the bat cave looking at articles and documents on your ability.
This had become a regular thing, it was the only was Bruce could think of getting along with you and it worked. Helping you ease that little fear you had of him off your chest and making you see him in a new light.
â·Babysitting Reverse Robins: Driving to the Supermarket âżâ â·
Masterlist
A couple hours prior Damian had asked you to watch his family while he stayed out late on a case and because you owed him so many favors you said yes. Which led you to what you were doing.
"Dick are you sure you can drive?" you asked the small child.
He seemed pretty excited to finally be able to show off his driving skills even though you were pretty sure he shouldn't even have been able to touch a steering wheel at his age.
The only reason you were allowing this small child to drive you to the supermarket was because you currently had to deal with their baby brother Bruce who for the life of you would not let you go.
You'd tried putting him down so many times but he'd jump cling on to you further and scream his head off and you can't drive like that can you?
Also for some reason Damian allowed him to have a car.
Who gives a child a car?!
"Of course I can drive, I can't say the same for him though" he grinned before turning over to his older brother Jason.
Even though he was also still a child he'd somehow been allowed to ride a motorcycle through the streets.
"Guys I'm not to sure about this, can't we get Tim to drive?" you asked.
He was the much older sibling and you were sure he had much more experience than these two.
"He can't drive"
Scratch that, nevermind
"Why is he older and he can't drive?" You asked as you helped Dick in to the car.
He wasn't even tall enough to get in, let alone reach the steering wheel without having to sit on a little cushion.
Ridiculous
"Cause he sucks and we're better" Jason answered.
Bit harsh but okay.
"You'd better drive quick before the police realize that there's a kid in the drivers seat" you told him before quickly getting in the car.
You hadn't even had time to talk to Jason before he was off, speeding down the streets as if the supermarket wasn't ten minutes away.
Matter of fact you could've just walked there but sadly Gotham was to dangerous for that. So let's hope Dick can actually drive or else your totally screwed.
"Um, so I probably should've told you this before but.." He turns to you with that cute little deceiving smile he always give you before something goes wrong.
In the corner of your eye you can see him slowly pressing his foot into the gas peddle.
"I lied, I can't drive"
....
"WHAT, STOP THE CAR"
He just giggles before hard pressing the gas peddle. All you can do is clutch Baby B tightly in your arms and hope you get to the supermarket in one piece.
(Wanted to get this out of my head, don't take this to seriously plz)
Masterlist
Platonic Yandere! Batfam x Rescued! Reader : Isolation
How many times had they told you, how many times had you heard the same phrase over and over again. Everytime you asked it was always the same reply and at this point it was starting to get to you.
Your life had been changed by these very same people but only one thing stayed the same.
The isolation
A couple months ago you'd cry and beg for a life like this but now that you were experiencing it, it was frankly speaking a bit tiresome.
Back then you'd been trapped in a lab, being experimented on till you collapsed from the pain and exhaustion but now it was different.
Ever since they'd saved you from that madness you never had to go through anything like that ever again. This time it was different...
You were allowed to eat when you wanted to, bathe when you wanted, you were allowed movies and any other kind of entertainment from your newfound family.
But there was always one thing they'd never allow you to do.
Go outside, Go into society.
They'd always came up with excuses and reasons as to why you weren't supposed to go anywhere near the outside world but you still never truly understood why you weren't allowed out there.
Everytime you bright up the idea they'd either blatantly ignore it or conversation there. Like the other day when you'd overheard the others talking about some sort of school that your new younger brother attended everyday.
But when you finally asked them about it they'd all went dead silent and instead you were rushed out of the room quicky and sent to your bedroom. Where you spent the rest of the evening with your lovely brother Dick.
He'd gotten you to forget all about what you'd said earlier and instead got you wondering about what movie you were going to watch later.
It was honestly so scary how they'd manage to get you to change your mind and forget about something in a matter of seconds. But that was until he left the room.
The thought came back to you while you were picking out the movie and it made you pause and think about the the many thoughts they'd somehow made you forgotten.
The marks on your body were still extremely visible and even looking at yourself in the mirror was a hard task to accomplish but this time you let the memories flow back in.
The suck experiments, the pills they'd made you take almost every single day, the way they stripped you of your humanity and turned you into a mindless test subject for whatever experiment they wished to carry out.
Then your thoughts drifted back to the night you'd been captured, the night you'd been freed and showed a new life. The night your saviors promised you a new life where you never needed to wort about any harm coming to you graciously clinged onto them and the little hope they gave you.
But something felt wrong.
You never felt truly free.
Instead you felt as if you were still caged and under their control.
Even if your life had been changed for the better they were still withholding s lot of things from you. So you made up your mind.
You'd start uncovering any and every secret they kept from you, whether it was for you own good or they just chose not to tell you.
And you started with the lonely grandfather clock stood in the middle of the hallway.
Anytime you questioned it they'd always change the subject and immediately try to steer you away from it. The one time you'd been close to figuring out what they kept in there you'd been stopped by you little brother Damian.
He'd always kept an irritated expression in his face when speaking to you but his actions always showed you that he was only putting it on for show.
So when he caught you trying to decipher the clock he'd quickly grabbed your arm with unbelievable strength and quickly pulled you away from the wall.
"Why do you want to know what goes on down there so badly" he immediately asked but then gave you no chance to answer the question.
"If you want to know so badly it's just the batcave, nothing special since you already know we're vigilantes"
Of course you'd already known they're secret since they were the ones who saved you but if they knew that then why were you still not allowed down there.
And that was the question you were going to answer tonight. So you waited till you knew atleast everyone was either out or in bed and snuck down the hallways until you came across the lonely grandfather clock.
Finally seeing the clock up close nearly made you second guess yourself. Why would you second guess your saviors when they were the ones who got you out of that mess.
It just felt so wrong but you always had a feeling that there was something they'd been keeping secret.
You could see it in the way they acted around you, always treating you as if you were a delicate toy that they just absolutely needed to keep away from the outside world so at least now you'd be one step closer to finding out why.
So you quickly set the clock to 10:48 and went inside before anyone could we you. Then you approached the large computer set in the middle of the cave ready to turn it on but it was already on.
Lighting up the entire cave with video feed from the hidden surveillance camera's around the manor, but instead of showing you the many rooms around the manor it showed you something rather bone chilling.
It showed you video feed of your bedroom.
Video feed of the room you thought was your private safe haven. A place to relax when the manor was just to much for you but instead it was being broadcasted onto the large computer kept only in the dark cave.
You honestly didn't know what to think.
It wasn't the first time in your life that you'd been watched as if you were nothing but entertainment but this time it was being done by the people you trusted.
If it weren't for the voice you heard coming from next to you you were pretty sure you would have fainted on the spot.
"Your not supposed to be down here (reader)" Damian stated, clearly ignoring the shock on your face.
"What is this" you immediately asked.
"I told the others that something like this would've happened but no one listens to me in this household" he started taking quick steps towards you but your body couldn't bring itself to react.
You'd already felt so relaxed and safe around these people that your body didn't even think of them as a threat.
But your mind was racing with thoughts like why would they do this or what would possess them to do something like this.
"Well talk about this tomorrow morning" he takes your hand and leads you back up those grand stairs you'd came down just a moment ago.
In that moment you allowed him to escort you back to your bedroom, you allowed him to grab you s glass of water and you drank it with no hesitation.
Welcoming the tired and dizzy feeling that came after drinking the small glass of water. Allowing yourself to quickly pass out under the watch of your supposed savior turned new captor.
Overprotective Batfam making sure you get home safely in their patrol route! (Part 2)
Includes: Jason Todd and Tim Drake
Part 1
Masterlist
Jason Todd
Unlike the others Jason wouldn't walk alongside you or keep to the shadows, instead when he first saw you on his route he slowed down his motorcycle and offered you a quick ride home.
But what you thought would be a quick ride home was instead turned into a wild night you'd never forget.
You could feel the wind hit your face like a bag bricks as Jason continuously revved the engine.
The goons you'd been chasing had mistakenly crossed your path on your ride home, coming out of nowhere with a bag of money strapped to the back of the vehicle and a goon stood to the left of it. Probably protecting what you assumed to be stolen money.
"Um Mr.Redhoid you can put me off here" you'd taoped his shoulder to let him know but he simply ignored your statement and handed you a bloody crowbar.
"Since your here you might as well help me" he said and as soon as you heard those words you felt your soul attempt to leave your body.
Not out of fear of course, was this vigilante really allowing you to attack someone without receiving any repercussions?
You were starting to like this.
"Get the tires" he instructed to which you gladly got in position for.
When you noticed the distance between you and the vehicle closing in you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and lowered yourself towards the the concrete of the road.
Anchoring yourself to his waist before swinging the crowbar above your head and striking the back tire of the vehicle, causing the vehicle to violently swerve off the road and crash into a nearby street light.
You could hear yourself let out a loud scream before an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back onto the seat of the motorcycle.
"Was that a scream of joy or fear?" He quickly came to a stop before turning to face you.
When his eyes landed in your face it was safe to say that he was quite amused. Your pupils were blown wide while your hair was shifted wildly all over you face.
You'd seemed to be in some sort of daze which lasted for the rest of the night. Not even noticing when he dropped you off to your house and left you dazed on your doorstep.
Tim Drake
Honestly he didn't mean to follow you around like that. For some reason he'd found himself getting into the habit of walking you home every evening.
Even when there was something else he was supposed to be doing he still found a way to walk you home every evening and after a while it seems like you found out about his sleep deprivation.
You weren't blind, you could see how the large eyecbags that peeked out from underneath the vigilantes mask. You noticed how he slurred his words when talking or how he'd trip over his own feet when walking beside you.
He was very good at hiding it but after while you started noticing how tired he truly was and even though you wanted to help out in some way you just knew there wasn't anything you could really do.
You tried thinking of ways to help but they'd always lead you back to square one.
You of course picked up on the strong hint of caffeine that always stuck to him like white on rice but you weren't gonna gift him coffee. That would just feed into his problem do instead you came up with a better idea.
You'd start taking short breaks on your way home.
You'd take a seat on any bench you'd see in your way home, the vigilante following closely behind you and seating himself next to you.
Then you'd try and coax him into using your shoulder as a little pillow to try to get some sleep and without much resistance he'd give in and rest his head onto your shoulder.
And even though Tim never actually fell asleep during your little breaks he'd still sit still and allow himself to relax.
At least during those few seconds of peace he could finally relax for the first time in a while.
I love your toddler reader Batfam storyâs. I love them so much
I've been meaning to make more Toddler x Batfam but the writers block is killing me, also Thank You(â  â ââ âżâ ââ  â )â âĄ. I was starting to wonder if people really liked my stuff.
Holidays with the Waynes-â â ê±
"Why did the city give us fireworks?" Tim's gaze was trained onto the large box of fireworks placed on the front lawn of the manor.
Everyone was currently stood outside, relishing in the fact that the city was for once a quiet and peaceful place.
Nights like this were rare, especially on Holidays like this one. Everyone was trying to enjoy it to the best of their ability, including you.
You sat next to the large crate, a blue lollipop in one sticky hand while your other was struggling to wrap your tiny fingers around the lighted firecracker they'd given you earlier.
The strength in your arm was quickly waning away and all you could really do was watch as your arm slowly but awkwardly fall to the side, the weight of the firecracker becoming to much for your poor little arms to handle.
Since you were sat directly next to the large crate, the small sparks of fire that flew off the burning base of your cracker came into contact with the stem of the firework. Soon igniting the closest one to you.
Now you definitely didn't know how a firework worked at your age so the sight didn't alarm you at all.
With childlike wonder you watched as the pretty flame slowly burned the fibers of the stem, finding the dancing flame quite interesting at that moment in time.
"Father told us earlier, were you not listening?" Damian asked in an irritated tone of voice.
"Of course I heard him, all I'm saying is that this city doesn't need a bunch of supposedly airheaded celebraties setting off dangerous flaming objects on-" Tim little rant was cut off by an abrupt popping noise, followed by the familiar sound of his baby sibling's soft giggles.
Both their heads snapped to you immediately, in the short time they'd turned their heads away from you you'd somehow managed to light all the fireworks in that crate?? They looked at each other and for once they definitely knew that they were thinking the same thing.
'Who would give a toddler a mini firework?"
In their stupor the final firework in the crate ignited, causing the crate of fireworks to begin setting off right beside you.
The small sparks coming from the stems of the fireworks blazed the grass below, surrounding you in a small field of fire while you sat excited in the middle.
If those fireworks weren't setting off madly behind you in every which way they would have stopped to admire the wide toothless smile you'd had plastered onto your face.
They'd admire the way the fireworks reflected off your irises, the way the blazing flames seemed to fall so perfectly around you, surrounding you in its blazing heat and lastly they would have admired the way you sat so confidently in the blazing heat as if the sight of fire mixed with the atrocious sounds of the ignited fireworks didn't bother you at all.
They would've have admired all of that but instead they were running around like mad men.
The loud commotion summoning everyone in the area.
It didn't seem like their vigilante instincts had kicked in yet, their bodies being to relaxed by calmness from not to long ago to actually step in and help you. Instead they settled for freaking out and yelling at each other, trying to find out which one of them actually gave a toddler a mini firework.
"It seems holidays never do go well at the Wayne manor indeed" Alfred said from afar, a clicking sound resounding in the quiet, empty hallways of the Wayne manor.
This scene before him was much to beautiful for him to pass up the opportunity to photograph. Your beautiful smile was on display, how could he not take a picture?!
Of course he did this with no worry, already knowing that no one would ever allow the dancing flames to come any closer to you.
Let alone harm you.
No you were much to precious to them for them to allow that to happen...
Retired Villain
(â  àčBatfam X Reader - Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne and Tim DrakeïŸâ âĄÂ â )
Masterlist
â You'd put your reckless lifestyle behind in favor of living a boring civilian life, knowing that you wouldn't get anywhere in life if you kept getting beaten up and sent to jail over and over like it was the only thing life had to offer.
You thought that putting your past behind you and creating yourself a fresh start would finally put the bats off your trail...
But sadly for you, it had only taken your cities vigilantes about two weeks to find out where you lived.
Even though they'd found out where you lived and how you'd decided to turn your life around they didn't believe it.
And instead of taking the information at face value they'd decided to check up on you in person.
And that they did.
Now you would've thought that they'd leave you alone after just the first few times but no, they'd started popping up everywhere. Using the excuse of your old atrocities to monitor you almost every waking moment of the day.
And when I say every I mean every.
Your at the supermarket, buying food like everyone else and Nightwing just randomly shows up out of nowhere. Bugging you and using the excuse of monitoring you to justify his presence.
"I know times are dire but stealing milk from the supermart?" you could see his outline in your peripheral, propping himself up against the fridge next to you.
He's shaking his head playfully before moving to take your cart away from you. You knew he was aware that you weren't gonna steal anything but apparently teasing you was his new favorite hobby.
"For the last time, I'm not stealing anything from this store" you huffed before dumping the carton of milk into the cart he'd taken from you.
"This store, so how about the next one?"
You could already feel the gray hairs sprouting, it was like he was sucking all the energy out of you and you could do nothing about it.
Well, at least he helped you with the shopping right?
While your on your way making your way to work one of the Robins will just mysteriously appear next to you, specifically the youngest one. Always giving off a clear air of distaste towards your entire being but still accompanying you on your way to work.
"Don't you have school kid?" you ask, it was like nine in the morning and he was casually walking next to you as if he didn't have somewhere to be right now.
"I don't need to go to school, besides I'm stuck monitoring criminals like you" he stated and you could already feel him drilling holes into the side of your head.
This kid really has no chill...
"Well if it makes you feel any better I also don't like having people watch me 24/7" you could feel your shoulders sag at the thought of having to put up with the bat and his tiny army of children.
Even when you were simply relaxing in your humble abode they'd still had the audacity come ruin your little alone time.
You were just relaxing in your pyjamas, munching on some popcorn and enjoying the fact that for once you were finally all by yourself when suddenly a figure hauls themselves over the edge of your window sill and crashes onto the floor of your apartment.
Of course your quick to push yourself off your couch and grab a weapon from the hidden compartment in your chair only to realize that your intruder was just another one of batman's minions.
"Red, you can't be serious" you immediately drop you weapon and walk over to his crumpled form.
He looked like he just went through hell, which was pretty sad since you knew he was just a kid on the inside but batman's sidekicks always seemed a little on the younger side.
"Are you crashing for the night?" He'd already done this before, always denying the fact that he was staying the night but always ends up staying anyway.
"No, I'm not" he muttered to himself, crumpling even more into himself but flinching when one of his wounds comes into contact with his detached gear.
"Right, your monitoring me" you played along, allowing him to believe that he was leaving anytime soon but you could already see his body relaxing it self.
"By the way, your crashing on the couch Tonight" you'd at least allow him to stay somewhere in your house, knowing that the supposed 'Batcave' that they always spoke about was somewhere on the other side of Gotham.
He should be lucky that he's your favorite, because ain't no way were you allowing any of the other bats anywhere near your house. Let alone inside of it.âŁ
if i bend under the weight + sun bleached flies
synopsis: tim's super! s/o gets hit with kryptonite and gets stuck under a building tags: gn! reader, blood, broken bones, needles, panic attacks part of my dc augu-whumpers series ; requests for this are open!
â âââââ±àŒșâŻâ°âŻàŒ»â°âââââ
PREVIEW.
"Was that a crash? Damn, that was loud."
"A building collapsed in the far east. Supers is in charge of that area."
"Supers? You there? Status report. What happened?"
âShit! Shit! Shit! Theyâve been hit with Kryptonite. Vitals are unstable! Someone get there now!â
âŻàŒ»â°ââââ
Tim cried too, tears mingling with the grime on his face. âIâm sorry, I know, I know, baby. Please! Come on, we have to get up.â
â âââââ±àŒșâŻâ°âŻàŒ»â°âââââ
You were a super.
A near-indestructible hero with strength beyond measure. People watched in awe as you deflected bullets, halted runaway trains, and shattered barriers that would have left ordinary heroes in ruin.
To them, you were an immovable rock, impervious to lifeâs storms, a being untouched by doubt or weakness.
You had grown used to this. You were used to being seen as strong, so much so that you rarely had backup on missions. You were often sent out alone, expected to handle every crisis on your own. After all, you were a super. You fought solo, without regret, without asking for assistance. You believed you could bear it all.
But now, you found yourself beneath the skeletal remains of a collapsed building, the wreckage pressing down on you with a force that should have been a mere inconvenience. Dust and debris swirled around you in the dim light filtering through cracks in the rubble. The once-sturdy structure groaned and creaked as if protesting your struggle.
Normally, you would have lifted the wreckage effortlessly, but something was terribly wrong with your powers. Your hands, usually so strong, trembled as they strained against the concrete. You could feel the weight of each individual slab pressing down on you, pinning you to the ground.
Kryptonite, you thought, the realization hitting you with a force almost as crushing as the debris. The last memory you remember is being hit with a green glow.
Whimpering, you took a deep breath, strands of damp hair fell over your eyes, clinging to your sweat-soaked forehead. The burn in your side, a sharp and unfamiliar sting, pierced through the usual numbness. Your breathing came in ragged gasps, each inhale heavy with the smell of dust and despair. You had grown so accustomed to invincibility that pain felt like an unwelcome stranger. The once-mighty walls of your strength seemed to be crumbling, just like the debris around you.
There was a ringing in your ears, a harsh buzz that grew louder. You realized it was your communication link, crackling with urgency. You heaved, your head lolling to the side as you struggled to keep the building aloft. Every muscle screamed in protest, and the once-lightweight concrete now felt like it was made of lead.
"Supers? You there?"
Someone's voice echoed in your ear, Batman you think, steady and calm.
"Where are you? We need some backup here, stat."
You swallowed hard, feeling a lump in your throat. Your eyes drooped, the weight of your exhaustion pulling them down. "S⊠Sorry. I'm in a situation right now. I can't provide backup. Might actually need some..."
There was a pause, a brief silence that felt like an eternity.
"How serious is your situation? I donât think anyone will be able to help you for a while. Think you can handle it?"
You could hear the detachment in his voice, the cold, clinical tone that expected you to push through just as you always had. There was no urgency, no hint of concernâjust an unwavering belief that you would somehow manage.
Belief that a super could hold their own.
You blinked away the growing tears, shifting your position slightly to alleviate the burning in your side. The ringing in your ears had subsided, replaced by the dull roar of your own heartbeat.
"Oâokay. I think I can hold on for a bit." Your voice was barely more than a whisper, the words forced out through gritted teeth.
The comm-link clicked off, the abrupt silence leaving you alone with the weight of the world pressing down on you.
You struggled as you lifted the building, feeling the bones in your wrists start to give way under the pressure. A sharp, searing pain shot through your arms as the bones cracked, the sickening sound lost in the groaning of the collapsing structure.
Your palms were now raw and bleeding, cut by the jagged edges of the debris. Warm blood trickled down your arms and you heaved, throat dry.
Tears mingled with the sweat on your face, blurring your vision. You blinked them away, focusing on the task at hand. You had to hold on. You had to keep fighting. The world above depended on it.
Slowly, agonizingly, you managed to lift the building a few inches. It was a minuscule shift, but it was enough to make a difference. The weight shifted slightly, and you could see a small gap forming. With a final, desperate effort, you managed to lift the wreckage high enough to create a gap wide enough for you to fly out.
As you emerged into the open air, you collapsed onto the ground, your breathing ragged and uneven.
For now, at least, you had held on.
âŻàŒ»â°ââââ
"Was that a crash? Damn, that was loud."
"A building collapsed in the far east. Supers is in charge of that area."
"Supers? You there? Status report. What happened?"
âShit! Shit! Shit! Theyâve been hit with kryptonite. Vitals are unstable! Someone get there now!â
There was a cold, icy feeling sinking deep into Tim's bones as he heard the announcement through his earpiece. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat feeling slower and more labored than the last.
He quickly checked his location on his communicator. The display flickered with stark, cold realityâhe was indeed the nearest to the scene, but still a grueling 15 minutes away. The distance seemed to stretch into an endless expanse, each second feeling like an eternity.
Without hesitation, he sprinted to his bike, his movements driven by sheer adrenaline. The cold, numbing fear was replaced by a burning urgency as he mounted the bike and roared to life. He maneuvered through traffic with reckless speed, weaving and cutting corners as if each second lost could mean a life.
As he drove, the cold, numbing fear slowly began to ebb away, melting into a fiery, scalding anger.
"Why the fuck weren't there reinforcements?!" he shouted into the earpiece, his voice laced with frustration and desperation. "Did no one think to check the fucking area? Is everyone just sitting around with their heads up their asses?!"
The bike roared beneath him, and his driving became even more reckless. Tim leaned into every turn, the engine's growl mingling with his furious breaths. He spotted a fence ahead, a barrier that seemed to mock his urgency.
Without a second thought, he gunned the throttle, launching the bike into the air. The bike soared, crashing through the fence with a deafening crack. Concrete and debris exploded around him as he slammed into the ground on the other side. The impact jarred his bones and rattled his teeth, but he barely registered the pain.
He tore through the final stretch of the city streets, his bike a blur of metal and fury. The wreckage came into view, a twisted maze of steel and concrete.
Tim skidded to a halt, his heart pounding furiously as he dismounted. He spotted you, hunched over right beside the collapsed rubble, your blood seeping into the grass.
Timâs heart felt as though it was being torn in two as he saw the state you were in. His rage gave way to the deep, icy fear again as he rushed forward.
With trembling hands, he carefully rolled you onto your back, his gaze sweeping over your injuries.
Your face was ghostly pale, streaked with a grimy mix of dirt and blood. Each shallow, labored breath you took seemed to cut through the air with an echo of a sob. The severity of your injuries was laid bareâcuts and bruises marred your skin, each wound a painful testament to the violence you had endured. Blood pooled around you, a dark, crimson stain against the surrounding debris, making his stomach churn with a sickening nausea.
His eyes fell to your wrists, and he was horrified by the sight of themâclearly broken, twisted at unnatural angles.
He leaned down, his voice softening with a tender, almost broken affection.
âHi, pretty bird,â he whispered. âIâm here. Iâve got you.â
âKryptonite,â you rasp out, your voice barely more than a whisper.
âI know, I know,â he whispers back, his voice low and soothing. He reaches into his utility belt, pulling out a syringe with a green needle, filled with a bright, clear liquid. It was an antidote, a precaution he had hoped never to use.
Tim was always prepared for every situation, his mind a labyrinth of strategies and contingencies. One of the many things you loved about him. His meticulous nature meant that nothing was left to chance, and that care extended to you, his lover.
His hand was steady as he moved to insert the needle, but when you thrashed in pain, he realized too late that the entry had been rougher than he intended.
The sharp intake of breath you took, the wince that crossed your faceâthese were things he had rarely seen, and he realized just how fragile you were in this moment.
Tim had always relied on your metahuman durability, knowing that you could handle whatever force he threw your way, trusting in your strength without a second thought.
Then you screamed and cried, your sobs echoing through the night. The pain was unbearable, a relentless pressure squeezing you from every angle. Timâs face crumpled in horror and panic, his usually calm demeanor cracking under the weight of your suffering.
He administered the antidote with trembling hands, his movements hurried yet tender. The needle was pulled away with a gentleness that belied his growing panic.
âIâm so sorry,â he choked out, moving to comfort you. âI didnât mean for it to hurt. Please, just hold on. Iâm right here.â
His hands were unsteady as he brushed the sweat and tears from your face, touch as gentle as he could manage despite his own mounting panic.
Tim was losing his grip. The sight of you, so vulnerable and hurting, was terrifying and so, so, so unfamiliar, driving him to a near hysterical state.
The antidote began to take effect, the green glow from the syringe slowly dissipating as it worked to counteract the kryptoniteâs effects. But Timâs relief was fleeting. The urgency of the situation pressed down on him, and he realized with a jolt that he needed to get you to a safer location.
âCome on, pretty bird, I need to get you up,â he said, his voice quivering with desperation.
Each attempt to lift you was met with new waves of agony, your screams slicing through the air like a jagged blade. Your cries were heart-wrenching, each one a brutal slash against his soul, unraveling him with every tortured note. The dark, red stains seeped into his heart, a reminder of how he was failing you.
Tim cried too, tears mingling with the grime on his face. âIâm sorry, I know, I know, baby. Please! Come on, we have to get up.â
With a desperate heave, he dragged you into his arms. You shuddered violently, your body wracked with ragged, sputtering sobs. Tim's heart squeezed with each gasping breath you took, and then, with a final, shuddering exhale, you fainted, your body going limp against him.
Panic surged through Tim like a tidal wave. His breath came in frantic bursts as he cradled you, trying to stay calm despite the overwhelming fear clawing at him. His hand fumbled for his comm device, his movements erratic and desperate.
He knew he had the skillsâboth medical and analyticalâto assess your situation and manage it. His training had equipped him with the ability to stabilize injuries, evaluate critical conditions, and make quick decisions under pressure. But now, those skills felt useless against the crushing weight of his fear.
âSomeone, please!â he screamed into the device, throat raw. "Help me!"
âŻàŒ»â°ââââ