#silverskiesatmidnight

Authour: @sunflowersandink (SilverSkiesAtMidnight)

Subfandom: Batfamily

Media: All Media Types

Relationships: Gen (Ensemble)

Year: 2022

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None

Summary:

“Here,” Jason says, passing the tray over to Damian. “Go bring Dick this.” Damian redirects his scowl, but the furrow in his brow looks more curious than angry now. “What is it?” “Papanasi,” he answers. “It’s, uh. It’s something his family used to make.” Damian accepts the tray, holding it as carefully as he would delicate electronics. “And this will…make him happy?” He doesn’t laugh at him. “Nah, kid,” he says wearily. “He’s not going to be happy until he knows his family is safe. But it’ll help.” The smaller boy clambers down from the stool, taking care not to drop the dessert as he does. He hesitates on his way out of the kitchen. “I…am looking forward to Drake’s safe return,” he says. Jason snorts. “For Grayson’s sake, yeah, yeah.” “Yes,” he says, shifting on his feet. “For Grayson’s sake.” Another beat, and finally he pads out of the room, very seriously balancing the tray that looks ridiculously large in his small arms. *** The ransom call comes the following morning.

Submitted by anon

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Fic rec! 11K Batman.

Summary: “I always figured a witch’s hut would look more…” Tim wiggles his fingers over the windowsill, adorned with various kitchen herbs and Rae Dunn pottery. “You know. Hovel-y.”

“That’s because it’s an apartment,” Bruce responds. “Don’t touch that.”

Comments: Recommending this fic solely for the first chapter. Not that the second is bad, it’s a little epilogue that hints at a happy ending, but the sheer emotional devastation that the first chapter is fills my entire teapot.

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Authour: @sunflowersandink (SilverSkiesAtMidnight)

Subfandom: Batman

Media: Comics

Relationships: Gen (Bruce Wayne & Tim Drake, Dick Grayson & Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne & Dick Grayson)

Year: 2025

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None

Summary:

“I always figured a witch’s hut would look more…” Tim wiggles his fingers over the windowsill, adorned with various kitchen herbs and Rae Dunn pottery. “You know. Hovel-y.” “That’s because it’s an apartment,” Bruce responds. “Don’t touch that.” Tim doesn’t know how he knows, considering he’s still inspecting the bookshelves and facing the opposite direction. He makes a face, setting the purple mug that proudly proclaims sweater weather in spindly font back down where he found it.

Submitted by @Astro

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Fic rec! 5K Tim Drake whump Summary: His father is on him in a second, pinning him back against the cabinets behind him with impressive speed for a man who was in a coma mere months ago. “They aren’t your family, I am,” he snarls in his face. “And someday you’re going to learn to respect that.”

Some frayed thread of self-control, worn thin by years of this bullshit, finally snaps. “I was always here, I was always ready for you to come home and act like family,” he spits back, heart pounding in his chest. “You were the ones who never wanted to be. Bruce Wayne has acted like more of a father to me than you ever have.”

Fic rec! 13K Batman.

Summary: He has never argued with a punishment, not since he was a toddler, if then. Surely she’ll listen, surely she’ll see this is too harsh, that he wouldn’t be disrespecting her like this if he was simply sulking over not getting his way. He needs that food, needs to be able to eat enough if he wants to be Robin.

He’s been hungry before, but back then, it never mattered if he was a little weak or dizzy. It never risked his life or the life of his partner when he was a kid.

fic rec! Batfam. 4K Summary: There’s a crime scene board set up off to one side. Bruce wanders over to examine it while Batman goes about preparing the tests he’ll want to complete to make sure Bruce isn’t going to tear the fabric of spacetime apart.

He vaguely remembers this case. It was already a cold case even by the time Dick arrived, a murder whose trails had gone nowhere. It was one of the files he’d dusted off and given to Tim to practice his skills.

He hums approvingly as he studies the board. Tim’s getting close - once he finds the witness Bruce had overlooked the first time, he’ll have the lead he needs to crack the case.

Pride sparks in his chest, twisted with shame.

Comments: Lovely little fic where, sent back in time, Bruce is faced with the reality of how harsh he’d been on Tim on the beginning and so changes one thing - tell Tim he’s a good Robin. 

Authour: @sunflowersandink (SilverSkiesAtMidnight)

Subfandom: Batfamily

Media: Comics

Relationships: Gen (Tim Drake-centric)

Year: 2021

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None

Summary:

He has never argued with a punishment, not since he was a toddler, if then. Surely she’ll listen, surely she’ll see this is too harsh, that he wouldn’t be disrespecting her like this if he was simply sulking over not getting his way. He needs that food, needs to be able to eat enough if he wants to be Robin. He’s been hungry before, but back then, it never mattered if he was a little weak or dizzy. It never risked his life or the life of his partner when he was a kid. She turns, sighing softly and pursing her lips. She reaches out to pat his cheek, and for a moment his heart soars hopefully, and he barely restrains himself from leaning into the rare bit of contact and soaking up his mother’s touch. “Oh, Timothy,” she tuts. “This is for the best. And honestly, I think it’s wise for you to cut down a bit on the snacks. I’d hate to have to listen to anyone tittering at the next gala that you’re getting chubby.” And without another backwards glance, she turns and heads upstairs, leaving Tim alone and frozen at the bottom of the steps.

Submitted by Astro

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