…It’s totally only been a few hours, relatively. I mean, compared to a year, right?
Yeah, I got nothing. I spent the past day working on this, though. Nominally Ra’sTim, but really a fix-it/tragedy fic.
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…It’s totally only been a few hours, relatively. I mean, compared to a year, right?
Yeah, I got nothing. I spent the past day working on this, though. Nominally Ra’sTim, but really a fix-it/tragedy fic.
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From Batman 455 (Robin: A Hero Reborn)…
“The cruel fates, the Greeks called them. Three sisters weaving the loom of life, spinning it golden threads into the years…cuting it whenever the whim took them. Stupid!. BUt I guess we all need something to help us make sense of it all. We need to find meaning int he pain… patterns in the chaos. Tim needs it now, as I once needed it. As Bruce did before me. So why do we make our faces into masks? Why do we hide the pain we all feel?”
Janet’s funeral. I need to keep this on hand for future reference.
The amount of angst and violence I’m writing is getting to me. (Born in a storm: Pip’s health is still deteriorating. Son of the Pale Orc: Thorin’s best friend is dead, Erebor’s on the verge of a revolt. Shadow the Length of a Lifetime: Koli’s PTSD is only getting worse, and Merwi’s falling apart. Finding Burgess: Jay does not remember Jack. Winter Manners: Jack’s having the conversation he’d really rather not.)
So I’m starting a fluff verse, for a given value of fluff. Where Jack dies instead of Janet, Janet and Tim end up moving into the manor with Bruce, and the two emotionally-incompetent, genius-level idiots attempt to raise Tim into a well-adjusted child with the assistance of Dick, Babs, and Alfred.
I remember a couple weeks back, somebody posted something about Bruce and Tim’s relationship. Specifically, that they believed Bruce cared intensely for Tim since very early on, but didn’t think it was appropriate to express, because Tim already had a father. Once Tim was adopted, it was not just okay but expected, therefor...
And then they mentioned something that caught my attention. The idea that if it was Jack who died and Janet who survived, Bruce would have been much more open about his affection for Tim, because the role of ‘Dad’ was open to him.
I’ve had that running in my head since. Janet living, Tim being Robin, Bruce being an actual parent from the beginning, god I want to write it. With Janet being ‘I am not nearly recuperated enough to deal with this, can’t someone just shoot that man?’ and Tim being ‘Mom, please, homicide is not the answer.’
And Janet starts a relationship with her therapist, Dana Winters, and meanwhile has awkward co-parent shenanigans with Bruce, and starts suspecting her son is sneaking out at night to go on dates with Bruce’s (much, much too old for her son) ward Dick Grayson.
She’s shaken by her brush with death, so she wants Tim close at hand so she can make sure her heir is trained up properly, and at least Alfred appears to be teaching Tim proper manners. Tim is kind of weirded out by his mom’s sudden insistence on family time, and it doesn’t help that Janet wouldn’t know what ‘family time’ traditionally looks like if it danced the cha-cha in front of her, naked. But the ‘learning how to break someone into itty-bitty pieces just by fucking with their head thing’ is proving useful, so Tim doesn’t try too hard to get out of it.
I have no clue. Really, truly, none. It’s been ages since I wrote Damian/Tim. Ignore the fail title.
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Detective Comics #823
That time Poison Ivy visited the Batcave and hung out with Robin.
Tim is too cute for words. I’m keeping this as story fodder for the ‘seedling’ sequel.
(via timothyjacksondrake)
The interruption comes at the worst time ever.
Set in the same universe as Business and Pleasure. This is my warm-up story for the day.
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And in the week until their next meeting, Tim has to resist the powerful urge to ruin Mr. two-o’clock’s business out of thwarted hormones and sheer spite.
Things that are terrible because I can’t write it but thinking about it makes me so, so happy because of this:
That AU where Carmen Sandiego is like the Dread Pirate Roberts in that there must always be one! And because reasons Janet Drake becomes the new Carmen Sandiego and Tim is like,*adds to list of secrets* when he figures it out.
And then Janet steals the batcave. Because she can.
I just love this idea.
Tim stared at the ear piece that Bruce held between his fingers like one might hold a dead rat. “Ah…Something I can do for you, Bruce?”
“This is League technology, Tim,” Bruce said grimly. “Why do you have it?”
Because talking to Ra’s is better than Ra’s kidnapping me again, Tim did not say. “I picked it up while looking for you. I’ve been examining it in my spare time.” There. That was nice and simple and even true. Just not the whole truth.
“Keeping it in your apartment is an unnecessary risk,” Bruce frowned. He pulled an evidence bag from his belt and bagged it. “I’m taking this back to the cave.”
Tim swallowed his protests. He didn’t want to upset things between them further by letting Bruce know about the time where he’d fallen low enough to attract Ra’s interest. He’d just have to find some way to deal with Ra’s. “Yes, Bruce,” Tim sighed.
Bruce cupped his shoulder. “I’m not…” he sighed, frustrated, and ran a hand through his hair. “When did we get so bad at this, Tim? I’m not angry with you. I’m worried. Ra’s is dangerous. I don’t want you getting mixed up with him.”
Too late for that, Tim thought hysterically. “I understand Bruce, You don’t need to worry.” It’s way, way too late to worry.
Bruce nodded, expression relieved. “Good. You know you can still come to me if you need help, right? You’re still my Robin.”
“I know. I will,” Tim lied, and hated Ra’s a little bit more.
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