RIZZtaglia

this isn't the wip I posted his last birthday, but it's here

So here’s a bit of stuff I’ve attempted lol

Valerie D'Orazio, a comic writer and editor, posted on twitter in 2023 about how she was sexually harassed/assaulted by Stephen Wacker, Marvel's newly chosen Editor in Chief. More detail under the cut.

please reblog this version

“Is this thing recording?”

“Bear, I don’t think you’re doing it right-”

“No I’ve got it, hold on-”

“Just hand me the camera, Bear-”

“No! Okay okay, smile, Timmy!”

“Don’t call me that-”

Tim Drake smiled a small, exasperated smile at the viewfinder of the barely working camera in Bernard’s freckled hands, rolling his eyes as Bernard fumbles with it so he can visibly zoom in further. Tim sighs, quiet with affection and endless patience, as he holds up his lit sparkler to Bernard’s own, watching as his boyfriend tries to frame their hands and Tim’s face perfectly in the shot.

“You’re so beautiful,” Bernard whispers, smiling a little with the camera covering up the rest of his face. Tim tries to suppress the light blush that immediately wants to spring into his cheeks, looking away before looking back at the camera with a small thanks. “Happy birthday, Tim. I hope every birthday from now on is the best kind.”

Tim smiles again, helplessly melting at the sincerity he hears in his boyfriend’s voice. “Only if you’re there,” he says, his fathomless eyes glittering with the fluttering light of the sparklers in the darkness of the night. Wind blows through their clothes and ruffles his hair just right for the video, the sea breeze carrying notes of salt on it as they taste it and feel it on their skin. Their legs are pressed close together, sinking into the shifting sand.

All day Tim had been bombarded with well wishes and gifts thrown at his face by his family and friends, pulled every which way and getting confetti thrown into his face as they surprised him with a birthday party at his and Bernard’s shared apartment. It was a good day. His heart had never felt so full. But it quickly got overwhelming, and he was relieved when things started to wind down, and more people left as the hours passed.

Once everyone had either left or fallen asleep in his living room, he had expected for it all to be over. He had gone to his and his boyfriend’s room to change so he could fall into bed, exhausted, when he had stopped short at the sight of Bernard, wide awake and changed into comfortable clothes prepped for the cold, sitting on the ledge of the window with a bag on his shoulder.

Tim had sighed heavily, shaking his head as he moved further into the room to look for his tennis shoes. “Where are we going, baby?” he had whispered, hopping on one foot as he shoved the other into its matching sneaker.

Bernard had laughed, his long blonde hair shuffling with the night breeze, his smile backlit by the stars and the moon. He had been the most beautiful thing Tim had ever seen, and Tim knew he would follow him anywhere. Tim didn’t know why he didn’t think his boyfriend would do something more for him, something between just the two of them. But he had been happy to jump out of that window to follow after him.

And now here they were, their sparklers burning down to the nub, the moon hidden by the clouds, the beach empty and filled with midnight’s secrets, Bernard holding his camera and filming this video of Tim, smiling at him with all the adoration in the world, their shared breaths loud in the quiet.

“How much longer are you going to record for, Bern?” Tim asks, shuffling closer as the wind whips up again, trying to keep from shivering as he steals more of his boyfriend’s warmth. Bernard laughs softly, leaning closer to Tim and keeping the camera between them as he captures Tim’s sparkling deep blue eyes, his beauty marks, his ruffled black hair, his button nose.

“As long as I want to capture this moment,” Bernard says, breathing the words into the air like he only ever wants Tim to hear him.

Tim’s laugh will sound crackly through the audio of the video, like this camera is a device only meant for bottling moments of the past in that exact way that makes your chest ache, and your teeth sing of nostalgia.

Tim gently lays his hand atop the camera, and pushes it down so that Bernard’s hands let it fall softly into the sand between them, and Tim leans ever closer. The sparklers are nothing but burning embers now, also to be forever buried at this beach, and so there’s nothing stopping him from holding Bernard’s hands in his own, the warmth and the texture and the safety more of a birthday present then the camera (which Bernard planned to give to Tim, so that Tim could get back into photography) or the sketch pad and pencils (Tim was experimenting with drawing lately, but only doodles on notes when he had the time.)

And now that the camera is pressed against Tim’s knee, it only sees darkness. But it hears as Tim whispers, “Thanks, Bear. For taking me out here. I didn’t know I needed this until we got here.”

And Bernard just breathes out a quiet giggle, the sound of their hair brushing together making it seem as though they had pressed their foreheads together.

“You’re welcome. I want you to be able to remember this, any of it, forever,” Bernard says, murmurs, his clothes rustling as he shifts impossibly closer. “I love you.”

Tim’s reply is so quiet the camera barely captures it. “I love you too. More than anything.”

And after a few minutes of utter quiet, that’s where the recording ends.

Tim replays it every birthday, in the darkness, his lips curling as he stares back at his own face.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Even if the camera hadn’t been there, Tim doesn’t think he’d ever forget that. Not in a thousand years. Not in a million birthdays.

So back when Rebirth first happened , there was a subplot happening with Tim where he got accepted into Ivy University on a Genius scholarship and was getting ready to step away from being a vigilante to focus entirely on going to school.

this . . . didn't end the best for tim.

and upon tim's return after this he felt trapped in remaining as robin , kept being a vigilante because he was still needed, felt like he couldn't step away because there was still more work he needed to get done.

Now let's jump to recent comics. Namely Batman & Robin , where Damian talks about stepping away from being Robin because he want's to focus on potentially becoming a doctor

and in Batman 2025 how he got accepted into Gotham U at such a young age and how it's a huge deal for him.

now cut to the most recent issue, to the conversation between Tim and Damian. and Notice how Damian put his acceptance letter in the trash.

Damian want's to go to school, you can tell by his expression, but such a large part of robin philosophy ( originated by Tim and probably pushed onto Damian by accident ) is the fact that 'Batman needs a Robin'. With Tim quitting, Damian probably feels obligated to remain robin, to not go to school and remain loyal to the cause. Damain is upset because he feels like he has to stay as Robin , because Batman cannot be without a Robin, and with Tim hanging up the cape first he has no choice but to remain as Robin.