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Girlhood is trying to figure out which fictional man you wanna read a fic abt before bed

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TIM + JOKER JUNIOR ART FOR THE PEOPLEEE
Tim Drake and his premium period comfort.
Maybe it’s that you started your period, or that you’re nauseous or that you generally just feel bad and you miss him but your head is in Tim’s lap, his hand absentmindedly stroking your hair as he worked with his other one, typing on his laptop.
When you shift uncomfortably he stops working and glances down at you, a raised brow, his eyes already analyzing you.
“Your period?”
“How— How would you know that?”
“I know everything.”
“That’s not reassuring..”
He readjusts himself to accommodate you better, laptop turned off and pushed to the side, arms wrapping around you and pulling you up to his chest.
“Knees up.” He murmurs against your ear, and even as cranky as you are his voice still has an effect on you.
“Should help with the cramping..” He continues, and one of his hands goes on your tummy under your shirt, warm, it’s a bit relieving. You relax into him.
“You need anything? Chocolate? A heating pad? I already prepared some stuff for you, could grab em.”
“Don’t let go.”
“But-“
“Tim.”
He laughs and you frown, knees tucked up to your chest. You were sitting between his legs, with your back pressed to his chest, one of his hands on your tummy and the other now finding yours.
He’s so sweet.
Ugh.
The basket full of your favorite snacks, heating pads and chocolate catches your eye for a second and you smile. He was annoyingly thoughtful.
“I’m cold.” You murmur, head tilting to nuzzle in his neck. He shivers- god he was whipped.
“Mmm, closer?” He turns you around in his arms, so you’re sitting across his thighs, your head on his chest, and he grabs a throw blanket that was next to you, carefully covering you up.
“You’ll stay?”
“It’s my apartment?” That earns him a jab in his side.
“Ow— of course I’ll stay, you lovely idiot..”
“Good.”
Then after a minute, you’re nuzzled into him still, teary eyed and hormonal.
“I love you.” He kisses the top of your head. And for a moment you’re distracted from everything, the agonizing pain, the frustration, the mood swings.
“I love you too, Timmy.” You tilt your head up, connecting your lips in a short but oh so sweet kiss.
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PHEWW OKAY ANOTHER SHORT N SWEET TIM ONE SHOT,, i hope u guys like it gshducjd
ABSOLUTE ROBINS ART HEHEH
i hope u guys like it,, it took WAAAY too long
some timmy art i forgot to post :3
he has a daith piercing for his migraines cause i said so (well i saw it somewhere on tiktok ages ago) anddd it’s his kitty mercury! my friend helped me name her !!

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Tim Drake and the look of love. The rush of blood. The number one.. party anthem.
It was just another stupid gala. Stupid and unnecessary but what could you do? Being the child of one of Gotham’s elite, you had to be there… that’s what your parents made clear at least.
Stupid dress.. stupid heels.. stupid crowd of jerks who only cared about status and money and power-
You’re snapped out of your trance when someone steps on the tail of your dress, forcing you back into them, the back of your head hitting their chest.
Tim Drake Wayne. Of course. Because your night couldn’t get any worse (or better).
And of course he caught you before you could entirely lose your balance.
“I’m so sorry- oh my god-“ He starts, his hands still steadying you, lingering for a beat longer than necessary when you turn to face him.
He looks so.. embarrassed, the tips of his ears red, and oh god are his hands trembling? You almost forget you’re mad.
“No.. no.. it’s not that big of a deal. I— are you good, Tim?”
“No! Yes, I mean- Fuuuck. I’m fucked.”
Okay you definitely forget you’re mad.
“I ruined your fancy dress.”
“Huh?”
And then you glance back at the tail of said dress, it was a little torn from where his shoe was.
“God you look great and I’m so fucked.”
You blink at him, trying to catch up to all the things that man was saying. The dress. Then complimenting you. And oh his intense gaze, the way his eyes don’t leave yours. His eyes were so unfairly pretty. Bright and electric and refreshing. You always did love his eyes.
Your relationship with Tim was.. complicated. More than friends, less than lovers. You were in the same university. You also, unfortunately (fortunately), both knew each other’s identities. You often patrolled together. There were these moments with him, moments that lingered, moments like now. Moments you wish could last forever.
So you take a chance.
“Wanna go to a real party?” Just for some actual fun with him, some more time with your.. friend. Or whatever you choose to call him.
He doesn’t know what it’s about, the way you asked or the glimmer in your eyes, but he found himself wordlessly nodding and in a moment of boldness you grab his hand.
“What party?” He whispers as you lead him away from the hall, sneaking out of the gala. It wasn’t your first time doing this with him, sometimes for patrol, sometimes to just get away, but you didn’t really hold hands doing it. Now you are.
“Just some frat party downtown, Cassie will be there, maybe Bart-“ You respond, but oh he laces his fingers with yours, and pulls you into him and into the freaking broom closet. It happened so fast.
“They were gonna see us.” He murmurs, staring down at you, his ears red again, his eyes avoiding yours, adorably staring at the ground for a second before looking back at you, his arms still wrapped around you, hands resting on the small of your back like they belong there.
He doesn’t pull away.
Neither do you.
Instead your arms wrap around his neck, delving into dangerous dangerous territory.
God he smelled amazing.
“Why do you always look at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“You know what, Tim.”
He smiles, bashful and devastatingly beautiful. So him.
Tim Drake was the moth and you were the flame. His head tilted, one of his hands trailed up your back to reach your neck, before sliding to cup your cheek.
“Do I have to spell it out?” His thumb traces your lower lip and you could swear your heart rate triplicated.
Buzz. Buzz.
Stupid phone. Stupid call. Stupid moment breaking, his hands slipping away from you, his head down, clearing his throat as you grabbed your phone to silence it. You sighed and picked up.
“No Cassie, I’m still coming- Just.. got caught up in something.. I’ll be a bit late.” You speak through the phone, your eyes flickering to Tim’s, Tim who was staring at you with impossible affection, with so much want and.. love, the call ended quickly.
The look of love. It was so.. recognizable now that you’ve seen it on him, your blood was rushing to your face, he giggled, cupping both your cheeks this time.
“You’re so lovely.” He murmurs.
Then his lips are on yours and you’re pressed against the wall of the small room you were in. You almost couldn’t believe it. You were kissing Tim. Timothy Jackson Drake. Red Robin. And most likely the love of your life.
The kissing goes on for a good minute, you two only stop when you need air.
“Man you must have a crush on me or something.” You joke, still out of breath, your hands in his hair.
“I love you.” He deadpanned and oh your brain lagged.
Error.
Error.
Error-
You don’t get a chance to process or say it hack as you two hear another noise and therefore have to continue sneaking out instead quietly.
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Not long after, you find yourself outside and in his car on the road.
You should say something. Say it back. Kiss him again at a stop light maybe. But you’re just.. frozen, your mind running fast, sitting in his passenger seat, his hand on your thigh while he drives, a subconscious habit you have no idea when he picked up but oh was it making you flustered. He always did this with you and only you.
“Won’t Bruce notice you’re gone?” You break the silence with a slightly off topic question, eyes on his hand on the wheel. Unfair. How could someone’s hand be so attractive..? It’s just. Everything. And the veins. Oh god the veins.
Tim hummed in response, his eyes flickering to yours briefly before focusing back on the parking lot.
“He won’t mind.” He responds, then parking the car with ease, before getting off to unlock your door for you. Tim stop being a natural gentleman. You bite the inside of your cheek. And he drags you off and into the party, it’s loud but it’s your favorite song, also not so crowded to be suffocating, just.. right.
“Dance with me?”
“Gladly.” And he’s already pulling you by your hips, swaying to the beat with you, slowly getting more confident.
“I really love arctic monkeys.” You murmur, your head on his shoulder as you danced to ‘No.1 party anthem’.
“Mm trust me I know.” He responds, his breath tickling you, his eyes locked on yours. Oh that look of love again, but on your face now.
“Wanna know what else I love?”
“What?”
“You.”
And you kiss him, this time making the move yourself, kissing at a party you two don’t find stupid, kissing while the song you later declare yours plays. The song you will also play at your wedding. Yes you heard that right. You wouldn’t really let go of that boy for forever. Because you and Tim Drake? You were in love. You were each other’s no.1 party anthem.
Bonus:
You hear a “Finally” from behind you, making you both turn your heads to face a very amused Cassie and Bart. He hands her a 50. You love your friends.
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OKAY HI GUYS SECOND FIC POST!! how are we feeling?? any suggestions or requests?
Tim Drake reads you like an open book. After all, he loves you. A lot.
“I know you’re upset.”
“I’m not.”
“Stop doing the thing, angel.”
“What thing?”
Tim sighed, making his way to sit beside you on the couch, abandoning his work for the moment. You mattered more than whatever case file he was working on.
“What?” You repeat, a brow raised, body instinctively inching towards his. Damn him and his warmth.
“Tell me what it is, and I’ll fix it for you.” He wraps his arms around you, and how could you not melt?
“Timothy, it’s.. fine.” But the words die on your lips- he’s already here. Warm. Soft. Steady. The best thing you got going on. The boy you love with your entire heart.
“Angel, sweetheart, love of my life.. don’t lie to me. It’s insulting.” He holds your face in his hands, cups your cheeks, and tilts his head at you, his eyes boring into yours with that quiet intensity only he could have. God you love him so much.
“C’mon, birdie,” kiss, “..give in,” another kiss, softer than the last.
“Talk to me..” He murmured, his lips on your jaw.
And talk you would. For how could you deny your lover anything? Especially when that lover was Tim Drake. The epitome of understanding.
“It’s just been hectic..” You start, your fingers curling in his shirt and he melts into you, holding you tighter as you speak, a hand going from your face to your back to rub it gently, encouraging you to continue.
“Life, my parents, work, even my friends.. I just,” You pose, ducking your head down into his chest, letting him hold you entirely, letting him keep you together. “I just really want peace.”
He kisses the top of your head.
“Lovely, it’ll be okay.” He murmurs, and knowing Tim Drake? It will be. He never made an empty promise.
“Take the week off work, okay? I’ll pull some strings, get your boss to chill,” He starts, always meticulously planning, always making you comfortable.
“But-“ You were shushed by a kiss to your temple.
“Birdie trust me on this one, kay?” He murmured against your ear, and that traitorous body of yours shivered. That tone, mix of raspy and sweet. Oh you were in deep. So deep. Oh boy.
“I can’t handle your parents or your friends, you won’t let me, but at least.. let me make you feel better, yeah? I’ll take you out on the weekend, that fancy place you like, mm?”
You don’t know how you got so lucky, all you can do is hum in response as your ears burn red, your predicaments momentarily forgotten as he rakes his fingers through your hair.
“God you’re so pretty, can’t believe anyone would just.. annoy my pretty pretty baby.” He murmurs, holding you closer, cradling you to his chest. Tim drake was nothing if not protective. Especially when it comes to you. His pretty birdie.
“You’re just biased cause you like me.”
“I love you.”
“You’re an idiot, Timmy..”
(And then a whispered I love you too against his chest because again, how could you deny Tim anything?)
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Okay hi guys um first time posting fics and not art,, i hope im doing timmy justice :’)
i love writing i just am really rusty and im scared ill get booed at or something,, sobs,,
HELLLOO just putting my comm sheet out here in case someone’s interested! I’ve got two slots left!
Timmy and his identity crisis ;))
(P.s somebody give me more angst ideas to draw pls)
HI HAVE SOME TIMSTEPH ART I RECENTLY FINISHED,, GUYS IVE BEEN NEGLECTING MY TUMBLR FOR TOO LONG AAAA
do we fw loser tim,, hes all smooched and smug i love him

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heh i love making animatics.. ive been working on this for months tho aghhh BE NICE PLEASE IM TIRED
Jason and his kitty lookalike <33 he loves his son guys
“Batman is alive.” “He’s all I have, I can’t give up.” TIMMMM TIMMMM ILYSM TIM
“He’s all I have, I can’t give up.”
red robin 2009 you’re so dear to me,, he loves his dad guys he’s not crazy,, sobs i love crashout tim
okay i don’t exactly like this drawing but i gotta post it so i did all four bat boys😞
i hope you guys like it though!!

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NIGHTWING RRRRAHHH now i only gotta do damian
SOME TIM ART I DID FOR ME AND THE THREE OTHER TIM FANS!! ARE WE HAPPY?
red robin tim pls get out of my head.. i can’t stop thinking about this angsty crashout man,,, red robin 2009 run mmmm,,,