Thegreatescape

archives and the desire to draw with ink came into my life at the same time

so it is what it is (i have no idea what im doing)

Forgot to post this here but, these boys can’t have one peaceful meal out,

Based on this:

Cass apocalyptic series Masterpost

Also known as "Would you believe me if I promised you a good ending" Would even I believe myself? .....

So...one day I thought "hmmm, what if we had another season about the bad timeline" and then I went to draw it

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Ep 1. Master Leonardo becomes Baby Blue once again

Ep 2. Can you carry your uncles?

Ep 3. Raph is dead. The good news is it's fixable

Ep 4. Your brain may be human, but your soul speaks in turtle

Ep 5. Mikey looks sixty, but he's not even forty. Donnie can do something about that

Title: To Life

Rating: PG 13

Genre: family, h/c, angst, fluff

Characters: Tim Drake and Jason Todd, brief appearance by Alfred

Description: Tim is back from Mr. Oz’s prison, and the realization that he has been alive stirs up guilt in his protective older brother. Time for a serious Batboy heart to heart.

Batfam week prompt request from @fandom-princess-of-awesomeness who said Could you maybe do something with Tim coming back from Mr. Oz’s prison? I’ve seen a bunch of negativity about it all over Tumblr and I really need some fluff.

Note 1: Thanks so much for the request! This turned out to be a bit less fluffy, but I think you’ll like it!

Note 2: This is the last day of Batfam week! But, I’m having fun, so I’m still accepting requests. Please feel free to send them my way!

Jason threw open the door to Tim’s room. The Red Hood helmet thudded as it fell from his hand. “Tim…” Jason was across the room, embracing his brother before the younger Robin could speak. Jason clung to hiim with all his might. “Tim, you’re alive.”

            “I’m alive, Jay,” Tim said. Jason pulled back enough to look his brother over and saw the tears in his eyes. “I made it home.” He saw the strength crumble out of him, caught him before he could hit the ground. “I made it, I made it.” Jason drew his brother back in, feeling the weakness and pain. Holding him through it.

            For a while the two stood there, Jason needing to feel that he was real. Slowly, he helped his brother back to his bed and sat beside him. “I was halfway around the world when I got Dick’s call, I dropped everything, I…I should have been here.”

            “How could you know?” Tim replied, then clutched his side.

            “You’re hurt.” Jason started tugging and prodding, looking for the wounds. Tim batted his hands away.

            “Stop it.” He grabbed Jason’s arm, “I’m okay.”

            “You better be serious because I can’t lose you again. If you make me lose you again because you ignored some wound, I will…I will…”

            “Jay,” Tim said, “I’m here. I’m real. I’m alive, Jay.” Jason grabbed his brother and hugged him again.

            “And you’ve been alive this whole time?” Jason saw the dark look pass over his brother’s eyes. The older Robin stood, pacing. “So you’ll heal. But you’re dead now. I mean to say, the world thinks you’re dead. Believe me, I know all about this.  You’re free now.”

            “Free?”

            “To leave Gotham…”

            Tim rubbed his forehead, “Why would I want to leave Gotham?”

            “Well, I get you had obligations here, but you don’t now. You can leave.”

            “Obligations? Jay, what are…what are you saying?”

            “Come with me,” Jason stopped pacing and squarely faced his brother. “Come travel with Roy, Kori, and me. Kori already thinks you’re adorable, and you and Roy can bond over nerdy things.”

            “I don’t understand,” Tim said, “Jay, Gotham still needs protecting.”

            “Screw what Gotham needs,” Jason replied, “Gotham will always need and need. Maybe it can’t be saved. Maybe we could do real good somewhere else.”

            “You don’t believe that.” Tim crossed his arms, “If you did, you wouldn’t still have aa apartment here. Gotham…”

            “Gotham has taken enough already!” Jason’s voice rang off the walls, stilling his younger brother. Jason looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop the tears threatening his eyes. Tim pushed himself off the bed and touched his brother’s arm. Jason lowered his gaze to meet Tim’s again. “Gotham can’t have you. I need you.” His tone quieted further, “I should have been there.”

            “You didn’t know…”

            “I should have been there when it happened. And then after? When I thought you were dead, I couldn’t find a way to bring you back. Me, the man who cheated death couldn’t bring his brother back. I thought I failed you, and then it turns out you’ve been out there, alive all this time, just needing a way back home. If I had known, I would never have stopped looking for you.”

            “You thought I was dead, Jay.”  

            “Yeah, and when we all thought Bruce was dead, you never gave up on him. You kept searching and searching…”

            “And I was lucky I was right. If I’d been wrong? Then what?” Tim ran a hand through his hair, “I’ve been locked up and…I’ve had a lot of time to think. And not once, not once did I hope you were all suffering over me. Jay, look at me. Hear me. I wasn’t dead, but look at the work we do? Protecting people? The Wayne family business.” He shook his head. “We’ve been cheating death, but you gamble, Jay, you know the one clear rule: the house always cashes in. One of these days, one of us will die for real, and we won’t find a way back. If it’s me, I want to know my family will grieve but not give up. I saw Bruce after you died, Jay. What kind of monster would I be if I wanted that for any of you? I’m glad you had Kori and Roy to pull you back when I was gone. It gives me hope. So promise me right now, promise me, if anything does ever happen to me again, for real, you will find a way to live. You won’t feel guilty for not helping me cheat death. You’ll live, twice as hard for both of us.” He laid his hand on Jason’s shoulder and stared up into his eyes. “Promise me.”

            Jason swallowed the thickness in his throat, “You’re right. You did cheat death. But if you expect me to promise you I would find a way to live if you die, then you are going to have to give me time to get there. Okay? You’re going to do it differently this time.”

            “I’m going to what now?”

            “You’re going to live better, Tim. You’re going to do something about that insomnia. You’re going to start eating like a human being should. You’re going to stop working yourself through the night, and you’re going to have some damn fun. No more of this rushing into death’s arms, Timothy Drake. If one of us dies, it will be in the blaze of glory as God intended and not from our own lack of care. If I have to accept the fact that I could lose you again,” he said, gripping his little brother’s arm, “Then you have to start making the life you have worth living. Not just for other people, but for yourself.” He rested his forehead against his baby brother’s. “That’s the deal, the one you get.”

            “Jay…”

            “Don’t argue with me, Babybird. That’s my final offer.”

            Tim blinked back tears, “I’ll try.”

            Jason smiled softly, “Well, that’s a start.”

            “Masters Jason and Timothy,” Alfred’s voice came through the door, “If you are both quite through yelling at each other, you can clean up and come down for dinner.”

Hi babe. I’m sorry I kept this for so long, but I am def aware how much you love your pain (lol) and I had this idea spinning for a while, so… Yeah. But ah, I started thinking about this what-if from the Fracture Verse and it got really long and intense really fast>.<  I’ve written about the Insurgents Crisis in Fracture and morein the three-part spin-off Destroyed. Basically, the Titans take on theinvaders and most the JL mentors take their sidekicks for some R&R exceptfor Red Robin, who goes back to the Tower to take care of himself and Batmanjust kind of lets him go.Well, What-If B just wasn’t having any of that? What if shit started getting so real there and just ALL THE KNOWLEDGE DROP HAPPENS THERE INSTEAD OF A YEAR LATER O_O  Like, Tim has only been back from his little torture vacay and then the mind fuckery of the Insurgents and just!

So…here it is.

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All-in-all, invading aliens are douche canoes.

Seriously.

Sure thing!! 

Angst: 

Three Little Words: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6130102

Through Another Lens: http://archiveofourown.org/works/337561

You Can’t Escape Arkham: http://archiveofourown.org/works/338138

One Year Later: http://archiveofourown.org/works/238676

Class Differences: http://archiveofourown.org/series/171812

Long/Plot: 

Unsettled: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8217845

Matters of the Heart: http://archiveofourown.org/works/999776

What’s in a name? http://archiveofourown.org/works/8453023

Gonna be a better one (a thousand miles to your door): http://archiveofourown.org/works/260273/chapters/407178

Catfishing: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6397729/chapters/14648857

We’re Still Breathing: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8898985

Fluffy/Feel-good: 

Hear You: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8601217

We’re Not Dating: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8254529

Mystery of the Superboy Shirts: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7393054

Boys of Summer: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5871961

Twitter!verse: http://archiveofourown.org/series/84385

Reveries: http://archiveofourown.org/works/773895

My fics: 

matter of family: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8633644

let it snow: http://archiveofourown.org/users/crownedcrusader/works

[untitled]: http://timdrakeothy.tumblr.com/post/156945654454/conner-during-winter-uses-his-ttk-to-do

strength: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8460091

the projectionist: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8414665

Cradled Titus’s snout in his hands and whispered whilst sobbing, “You are so important. You are the backbone of this family.”

Was found crouched like a gargoyle on the kitchen counter at 4 am scooping Nutella out of the jar with his bare fingers.  

He was muttering unintelligibly under his breath through mouthfuls of the stuff.

Stephanie, who got up for an innocent early-morning snack, was found nearby, huddled in the corner and brandishing a spatula.

“Steph–?”

“I’ll hold him off. Run while you still can.”

Rested his forehead on the counter, sobbing about how Alfred is his ‘rock’.

“Is he talking about the man or the cat?” 

“I mean, either way…”

Accidentally donned Batgirl’s costume for patrol. 

No one said anything. 

The GCPD didn’t even notice. 

But he totally made those boots work.

Poured three bottles of Five-Hour Energy into his coffee and toasted everyone as he deadpanned, “I hope this kills me.”

Slipped into a mini-coma after the fact. 

Leaned down to comfort the thugs he and his siblings had just beaten up with a soft ‘it be like that sometimes’.

Impulsively bought out the entire stock of Hostess snack cakes from a local grocery store.

Proceeded to place all of them

All of them

In various kitchen appliances because he couldn’t be bothered to stick them in the pantry.

Jason had to dump sixteen individually-wrapped Ding-Dongs out of the blender before he could make his morning protein shake.

And when Alfred opened the oven the next morning to make a quiche……

Went missing for twenty-one hours straight. 

Bruce found him in the chimney.

He’d found a secret entrance to the attic. It’s his go-to hiding place now, and no one else dares to go near it. Unless they need an emergency snack.

Who even knows how many Twinkies are stashed up there.

Called Bart to tearfully apologize for eating all his pizza rolls.

Three years ago.

“That was yOU!?”

Accidentally shot his grappling line through a twelfth-story window. 

It took out a potted plant, a laptop computer, and an employee’s toupee. 

Looked at the window. Looked at the grapple gun. 

Softly whispered, “Oops.”

Built a blanket fort in the Cave. 

Stole all of Dick’s fluffiest fleece blankets. And all of Steph’s pillows. He even took Jason’s teddy bear.

“W-What? Pssh, no, I’ve never seen that thing before in my life!”

“Oh. Well, in that case, we’ll let Titus–”

“Hand me the bear before I rip out your spleen.”

Caused an international incident by ‘accidentally’ breaking into the Biyalian Embassy.

He thought it was the Cave.

“Tim, I don’t even want to know.”

“Y’know, cause it’s all dark and smells like years of unaddressed inner turmoil–”

“Hilarious. Dick, come get your brother, I need to make a few calls.”

Poured ketchup on his waffles.

Proceeded to devour them while Steph looked on in abject horror.

Showed up at Red Robin (the restaurant) to ask for a free burger.

Threatened to sue for copyright infringement when he was denied. 

Escorted from the premises by three Even More Tired employees.