pls also gimme info on 6 Tim becomes a meme 👉👈
(Apparently I never posted this? Found it in my drafts sorry about that)
Six is a borderline crack fic about Tim defending Dick to the press when he's drunk and accidentally confessing his feelings to the public by an open marriage proposal. He becomes a meme over night with the line "that's a normal thought to have"
It's actually a really funny idea and I keep meaning to get back to it
(it's the fic I made this for bc the thought wouldn't leave my head)
Looking back on it, he won’t be able to tell anyone what he’s thinking when he opens his mouth. Maybe the simple truth is that he isn’t thinking at all. Either way, the words “Dick Grayson is husband material” come out and before he can fully comprehend that, the group as a whole is turning to stare at him, their discussion on which of the Wayne’s is the better spouse tapering off into surprise.
One of the girls recovers faster than the rest. She lifts her head in challenge and says, “What makes you say that?”
As is usual in this case, Tim’s mouth runs. As isn’t usual, instead of doing damage control, it digs a deeper hole instead.
“He’s kind and handsome and down to earth and not nearly as frivolous as you all seem to think. I really don’t understand why people don’t like him; doesn’t everyone want to marry Dick Grayson? That’s a normal thought to have.”
“He’s right,” someone admits; on further inspection Tim thinks it might be the daughter of Gotham Bank’s senior VP, “most little girls fall in love with him. He always makes sure to dance with all the children during the annual Wayne Charity Ball.”
Tim squints at the bottom of his glass. His vision is a little blurred around the edges; is that Vicki Vale at the edge of the group? Time to bail.
“I’m just going to—“ he makes a gesture towards the rest of the party. A finely manicured hand wraps around his wrist before he can disappear.
“Wait, aren’t you Tim Drake? Isn’t he your brother?”
“Bruce Wayne never adopted me,” comes out on autopilot.
“Do you really think he’s husband material?” There’s a skeptical eyebrow being pointed his way. “He gets around.”
Oh frack, that is Vicki Vale, recorder out and everything.
Get out of there, his mind screams.
His mouth says: “let’s just say that if he proposed I wouldn’t say no.”
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