#roytim

He can never just have his own name.

He is Robin, he is Red Robin, and both of these identities had been worn before him. He can't have his own identity, something that belongs just to him. When he does, it doesn't feel right (Drake).

That's because, as other people before me have said, he is a self insert character. He was made for us- He is us. I love that. I'm never gonna be there in the story, but I will know he is there and he will be protecting everyone he can protect (other than himself but...)

Rule: List the first line of your last 10 fics (posted or WIP) and see if there’s a pattern. If you don’t have 10 fics, then as many first lines as you do have!

Tagged by: @tidbitsandbats

I keep starting fics and then not finishing them…and idk if they count so I won’t add them. I decided to do seven WIPs and they are:

Tim had fallen into another dimension. (A noncon fest fic I’m still working on. Brucarrietim)

It’s his job, he reminds himself as she pushes him down. (More noncon. Teen Titans au. Dickitten)

Star pushes him down to the bed, springs creaking beneath them. (Sequel to the dickitten fic. Dickori)

“ Can we try something new, beloved?” (Established DamiTim with body possession.)

Carrie opens her legs a little wider as Bruce stumbles into the room. (Brucarrie. Sex pollen and breeding.)

“The GCPD are on the look out for the notorious crime lord Red Hood after he was spotted kidnapping Wayne Enterprises’ CEO Timothy Drake-Wayne.” (Jaytim. Civilian!Tim.)

Tim slinks through the club, wincing at the loud music being blasted around. (Roytim. I blame Abyss for this.)

I like to start my fics with a one liner that hopefully captivates my readers 🤔

Im tagging: @drusillaliviabloody @zoomitrash @deepwithintheabyss @vampykitty-kun2

Fill requests by @adhdavinci @whimsicalmeerkat @itswrenly @twyrewolf @zyrafowe-sny @auburnlaughter @quietlysleeping @somefishycat for my future Whumpcember day 15 — Broken Glass for JayRoyTim.

Requests were made in the amazing Wednesday Wip Game Community. Thank you so much for pushing me to write! I hope you check us out and play!

This is written in tandem with @ditzyredrobin.

CW: Blood and injury

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Tim blinked dumbly, looking up from the blood pooling in the palm of his hand. After a long pause, Tim is able to gather enough brain juice to make sense of his surroundings in the dim glow of sodium lights. “I think I’m near the video rental,” the pain is a distant thing, blood oozing between his fingers. “The one we went to last week near Rao’s.”

Jay is coming.

Jay is coming for him.

There’s soft voices over the line again as Roy seemingly relays the info before he’s back, giving Tim his undivided attention. “Jay is on his way. Can you tell me how much you’re bleeding?”

“A little,” Tim supplies numbly. “I cut my hand.”

“A little by vigilante standards or civilian standards?”

Tim pauses to think, “Civilian.”

“That’s good, I’m glad.” Roy sounds pleased and it sends a little thrill down his spine. “Lucky for you, you’re not very far from the apartment. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Tim’s eyes burn, and he nods. “My feet hurt, I stepped on glass.”

“We can fix that.” Roy promises, muffling another yawn.

“I’m sorry.” It was late (early?) for a vigilante.

“Don’t be. You know we’re happy to help you anytime you need, even if it’s late.” Tim nods again even though Roy can’t see it, hugging his knees to his chest. The damp pavement was soaking in through his night pants sending goosebumps down his arms and legs.

He tries to will himself to say something along the lines of, I’m okay, no seriously I’m fine, or like seriously okay, but headlights illuminate the alleyway before he can say anything.

A beat up Honda pulls up in front of the alleyway, headlights illuminating it with more light than should be allowed. Tim squints against the light as Jay steps out of the beat up SUV. He rounds the hood, outlined by the headlights.

“Jay,” Tim breathes.

Roy says something but he can’t make it out, his voice a distant din, because Jay is here.

dick bringing tim to meet the teen titans and tim has such an obvious crush on roy, just in a constant state of being beet-red when roy talks to (or even looks at) him, asking him all sorts of questions about archery and convincing roy to "teach" him (despite definitely already knowing how to shoot).

dick is not impressed, obviously. wants roy to stay the hell away from tim, even though roy has no intention of pursuing tim in any way, but dick can't find it in himself to listen to reason because whenever he thinks of tim and roy all he can do is remember the image of roy leaning over tim's shoulder and positioning his hands on the bow while tim stood there awkward and flustered to hell.

fast forward years and years to bftc/brucequest and tim has hardly seen roy since he was younger, just every once in a while because of hero work, and he's not the type to go tripping over his feet because a cute boy looked at him anymore.

but he can still remember how mad dick got back then, and maybe he's mostly just sad now, when he thinks of dick, thinks of how they fought each other, how dick wouldn't trust him. but there's anger there too, deep and bitter betrayal, and it rears it's ugly head every once in a while, overpowering the loneliness and the sadness and everything else.

and he runs into roy by complete happenstance, and roy is still hot, and he's grown into his looks even more now than when dick used to bring him to visit titans tower, so really, he can tell himself it isn't about dick, he'd want to sleep with roy either way.