#anime reference

Keep Your Hands Off Player! (Jack definitely talked them into this.)

The woman, a strangely tall lady with an obnoxiously large hat that cover part of her face and wore a tight black dress with gold accents, was ordering around dozens of men in the exact same suit, with sunglasses and the same hair cut. She even had one of those long cigarette holders.

The only reason Tim didn’t think they were clones or a literal copy and pasted image like in old animated shows was because their faces, skin colours and bone structures were all slightly different.

Tim was getting his phone out to take photos of the woman and the giant crates of… something being pushed around into trucks when he felt something in his pocket that he knew shouldn’t be there.

He pulled it out and found what could be best described as a wand. It had a white handle around seven inches long with a love heart shaped base of gold and a red ribbon around the base that had two big tails still slightly tucked into his pocket still. The top of the wand was the same gold in a big love heart with a red gem, possibly ruby, in the middle. Again a ribbon was around it but smaller tails and a bigger bow.

Tim stared in utter confusion.

Then, when he was starting to get back on track of what he was doing, a voice echoed inside his mind.

Yes. You are perfect.

Naturally he went straight to slamming up his mental walls but the voice, a rich tone that was so deep it had to be male, just kept going.

You may not understand yet, my dear Timothy, but you will change the world for good. Have faith in me, I wish only to guide you.

Tim dropped the wand and, ignoring the new rouge, just started to walk away.

This was too much.

He had to get to the cave and run test, make sure he wasn’t going crazy or had gotten possessed. Could it be a hallucination? Crane had gotten out recently and he was known to pawn off the more boring test he did that didn’t play into his love of fear.

Maybe Ivy? She adored hallucinations and watching people squirm, though she didn’t really attack Tim Drake anymore because of his contributions to Climate Change and helping fix the Gotham water.

Maybe it was-

Timothy.

-a god or goddess he had pissed off. Lord knows he had done that before and it wouldn’t be surprising if he did it again without even realising. Hecate really didn’t like him, come to think of it most of the Greek gods didn’t.

Timothy, you are about to be stabbed.

Okay that sounded important.

Tim dodged just in time as the woman behind him quickly ran right up to him as quick as Slade or any other enhanced human. Her nails had grown to be seven times as long as they had been and were aiming straight at his head.

A bit of his hair got cut as he moved, meaning they were unnaturally sharp.

Tim cursed under his breath and got ready for a fight, trying to find his panic button.

The voice spoke as he began a battle of fighting the woman and ignoring her strange rambling.

You know what you need. The wand. Grab the wand, Timothy.

Yeah, no. Theres no way this was real.

Did he get put into an anime? Was this Sailor Moon? As long as it wasn’t Madoka or some other mildly horrifying universe.

Multiverse travel sucked.

The voice, surprisingly not angry or frustrated, seemed to laugh in his mind. It was almost comforting in how warm it was.

Tim, knowing he was outnumbered and that this woman was human, knew he was going to need more than the collapsible bow he had started using already.

Back up would arrive if he pressed the button and yet… dammit he wanted to trust the voice.

Tim manoeuvred until he was able to snatch up the wand that, thankfully, hadn’t been damaged. He dropped his Bo and hoped he wouldn’t regret it.

The handle fit into his hand perfectly and Tim listened for the voices instruction, feeling almost as if the he wanted the voices guidance and approval.

What the hell was happening?

In due time, Timothy. I will explain all. For now, repeat after me.

Tim swallowed the lump in his throat and prayed that he wasn’t about to have some magical girl transformation.

Love and Heart, OPEN!

Oh for fucks sake.

Tim planted his feet on the ground and brought the wand to his chest. The woman was charging at him and yet he felt no fear as his body seemed to know what to do, his hand moving the wand from his chest in the shape of a heart as he shouted out, “Love and Heart, OPEN!”

Then.

Then his vision blurred with sparkles of all things.

Reds and yellows and pinks and whites seemed to surround him as his body began to float just slightly above the ground. The very fabric of space seemed to shift around him.

Light bloomed over his torso, which was notably bare for some reason, spreading out over the rest of his body.

Then, two straps appeared over his chest and crossed over to go around his shoulders, followed by a white bodice with red thrills along the sweetheart neckline. It was a body suit, though one tighter and tougher than he’d expect. Two big puffy sleeves appeared that hung almost impossibly loose around his shoulders.

Next came a skirt, this one thankfully longer than he’d seen in some anime’s, it was frilly as well but went down to the middle to his thighs. The deep red of it matched the straps around his shoulders and chest, though it felt softer.

Then he shot his arms out and these winding red ribbons appeared along his upper arms and down to his wrist, connecting to white gloves.

He did the same with his legs and to his horror a pair of heels appeared. They were by no means short, at least three inches, and concerningly thin. Not needlessly thin, but straw thin, which was still far too narrow for his liking. The tips of the shoes had gold hearts, ones that were matched at the top of the shoe as it grew to go up to his upper knee. The base of the shoe and heels were red but changed to white around the ankle. The gold hearts were then repeated on the white of the shoe as it split and again at the very top.

Tim had thought it was over then and yet more was to come.

His chest was pushed out and a choker appeared on his neck, red like his straps and fit with a little gold charm that strongly wasn’t a heart but a round coin like shape.

The neckline of his bodice on the other hand was met with a big red bow that had a gemstone in the middle that was a replica of the one on top of the wand.

The earrings he barely noticed, simple gold hoops with a red heart hanging off each one. Same with the red heart lipstick, deep red eyeshadow and black eyeliner and mascara, and heart tattoo that appeared behind his neck.

It was his hair that started him the most. While the under shave he had remained and the simple short style didn’t shift, two chuncks near in front of his ears grew longer and weaved into braids that then curled into hearts at the ends. Each one had red ribbons weaved through it, both would reach the ground if he wasn’t wearing heels.

Lastly a crown of sorts appeared, maybe more a circlet. It was gold, unsurprisingly, and wrapped around his entire head before dipping at his brows and having yet another red heart in the dip.

Tim finally, finally knew it was over when his body moved to do a few different poses, one’s Dick would be proud of with how flexible you had to be, and he finished with his one once again planted on the ground.

This time his arms were placed so one hand covered his mouth, a single finger pressed there as if he shushing someone, and the over rested under the elbow with the wand now gone.

The woman thankfully hadn’t had to stop and watch him change and he was able to watch her face shift in horror in real time as he changed in an instant.

Tim didn’t do a flip or jump out the way, he just used her shock to punch her straight in the mouth.

She fell in an instant and Tim was able to turn to her minions.

The first step he took forward had Jim’s tumbling to the ground and groaning in embarrassment.

The damn voice huffed fondly and Tim rolled his eyes before Turing again.

He one the fight without needing to use anything more than his Bo until he found himself bending it with new strength, luckily the voice told him what he could do.

Touch your necklace and say, ‘Cupid, Call Me!’

Tim did and in his hands appeared a spear with a heart shaped blade and yet another stupidly long ribbon around the head. It was white and gold, just as he expected, and fit in his muscle memory just like his Bo.

He beat the minions and then quickly ran off, alerting police and rushing to try figure out what just happened.

The voice hummed happily

I know you would be perfect.

“Who are you? You said you’d give me answers, so talk.”

Hmm, ever a Bat. Alright. I am Agape, symbol and avatar of Love and Heart, and you are my chosen.

Tim groaned and asked how to get rid of his ridiculous outfit.

Agape smiled and Tim felt it on the tattoo that didn’t disappear on his neck.

You didn’t happen to listen to anything she said, did you?

Tim winced.

Agape just laughed and said, fear not, we will be spending a lot of time together, so I will fill you in.

Tim wondered how much time exactly.

What he didn’t wonder about was how to tell his team or family, because he wouldn’t.