#tim|headcanon

Musical Headcanons || @halcyonterror

Warrior - Beth Crowley

You fascinated me Cloaked in shadows and secrecy The beauty of a broken angel

I ventured carefully Afraid of what you thought I'd be But pretty soon I was entangled

You take me by the hand I question who I am [...] My memory refused To separate the lies from truth And search the past My mind created

I kept on pushing through Standing resolute which you In equal measure Loved and hated

You take me by the hand I'm seeing who I am

Kevin has never been brave, not int he ways he needed to be. he saw the good in people, wanted to believe in his city, and it was, in the end, his downfall, and that of Desert Bluffs. He get’s to be broken for the Greater Good, and filled with such a brilliant, blazing holy light. It is never allowed to be enough.

And then, there’s that same light filling a doorway, and he’s falling through it. Time falls like sand in the Desert Otherworld, and he ends up spending too much, and too little there. Carlos leaves a note, and Kevin leaves one in exchange in the desk of his office and walks out of the Desert Otherworld, and then out of the Desert entirely. (The people in Night Vale don’t stop him. he keeps his head down, and they let him pass under the guise of Cecil Palmer).

He walks and walks, and ends up in a city he’s never heard the name of, looking out over more water than he’s ever seen at once. He’s distracted by it- by everything really. There’s night time here, and water, and no one’s ever even heard of the Smiling God. He comes back to the docks night, after night, until he hears a sown swoosh beside him,and looks over to see someone in a mask, and cape.

The hero asks him about what he’s doing, and there’s no properly good answer to explain the everything that is the novelty of night, and people, and a life so separate from any one he’s lived.

Eventually, he meets Red Robin as Tim Drake. He comes into the convenience store Kevin is working at (it pays, and late enough at night and people just think the eyes, and the scars are some normal Gotham strange). He recognizes the hero, without the mask, especially because he’s seen it on the small, somewhat pixelated tv in the store corner.

He ends up as a pet-project of sorts. Tim is intrigued by him: he’s curious about the scars, and the history, and the town he’s never heard of on any map. Kevin’s been the Voice for something before, poked and prodded at until he fit the mould they wanted. Having someone do the same now, but to try and reverse that? It’s an odd experience, and on more than a few occasions, he’s pushed Tim away until he could see clearly again, and it wasn’t overlaid with memories.

Slowly though, the work he had started in the Desert Otherworld got easier. memories that were fabricated unravelled, and ones that were simply changed became easier to identify where those changes were. If he were to describe it, it almost felt like scrap-booking his brain in reverse. he took the things that had been glued in place over the original’s and tore them away. For the things that had been cut to fit, some of them he found how they were supposed to go, and others were simply gone.

BASICS.

FULL NAME:  Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne || Red Robin NICKNAME:  Tim, Timmy, Timbo, RR, Red GENDER:  Male HEIGHT: 5′9″ AGE: 17 ZODIAC: Taurus SPOKEN LANGUAGES:  English, Spanish, Portuguese, French, Italian, Romanian, Arabic, and conversationally able in several others.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

HAIR COLOR:  Black. EYE COLOR:  Blue SKIN TONE: Pale, not helped by a lack of exposure to adequate sunlight. He spends most days inside, and his nights outside. BODY TYPE:  Slim, athletic DOMINANT HAND:  right POSTURE:  Proper if he needs it to be, usually slouched from looking at a computer screen for long hours, tense. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE:  Tim’s whole body is littered with scars, and bruises from his nightlife as a vigilante. 

CHILDHOOD.

FIRST WORDS: No SIBLINGS: Adopted: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne. (Strained relationship with Dick and Damian) Honourable: Barbara Gordon, Duke Thomas.  PARENTS: Jack Drake, Janet Drake(biological), Bruce Wayne (adopted) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: Jack and Janet loved their son, but they weren’t present, they were off travelling the world and leaving Tim with a nanny, and under the care of tutors.

ADULT LIFE.

OCCUPATION: CEO, vigilante CURRENT RESIDENCE:  Gotham City CLOSE FRIENDS:  Tam Fox, Ra’s al Ghul. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Verse-dependent DRIVER’S LICENSE:  Yes, solely out of pragmatism. CRIMINAL RECORD:  no

SEX AND ROMANCE.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  homosexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:  homoromantic RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: Perhaps the best word to be used is ‘ill-advised’. Tim’s taste in men is.. not great. He tends towards people that are incredibly smart in some way or another, though in a way that often ends with them at least a little morally corrupt, and older than him.

MISCELLANEOUS.

CHARACTER THEME SONG: Toy Soldiers - Marianas Trench HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME:  photography, looking over old case files and unsolved cases. MENTAL ILLNESS:   insomnia, anxiety, depression, possible undiagnosed/untreated attachment of some sort. PHYSICAL ILLNESS:  missing his spleen, so he has to be careful about getting sick, but other than that, nothing beyond passing colds and illnesses.

Janet Drake: CEO of Drake Industries. Wife of Jack Drake, mother of Timothy Drake.

Jannat al Ghul: Daughter of Melisande and Ra’s al Ghul, older sister of Talia al Ghul, heir.

Status: deceased.

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Dick Grayson || The Eldest Brother

Tim loves Dick. It’s... it’s his brother, and the boy he idolised when he was still young, and so, so sure of the world, before Robin died. Dick was the acrobat Tim has a picture with, and he was the brother that Dick made an effort with.

And then of course, there was Damian, and Bruce was lost and everyone thought he was dead, and Tim was mad for believing he wasn’t. So he gets fired from being Robin, and Dick...

Tim wants to forgive Dick. He does, and for a while, he really, really thinks he has. But some things, once lost are lost forever, and Tim would never again be the baby brother like he had been. And the truth it; he blames Dick. He blames him for firing him and giving the Robin mantle to Damian. (Dick had reacted so badly when Jason became Robin, after he had left it behind, and then to take it from Tim?)

the dog

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

Tagged by @frvckles

the lightning rod

Carefully, like a gentle rain on dry Earth

You've been left beaten down and by someone you really trusted and loved, so now love doesn't come easy for you. You want it to. You want to love and be loved, but you're not sure you remember how. So you need someone else to take the lead. They have to be gentle and sweet and patient. They have to watch out for you, and make sure youre doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totslly shattered. But someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again.

@wordbound || Musical headcanons

Don’t You Worry Child - Swedish House Mafia

There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes In a happy home, I was a king I had a golden throne Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall I hear the sounds from the places where I was born

Timothy Drake-Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises has an office with the expected number of photos. He has one of his mother and father one one corner of his desk, and one of B and his siblings beside it, and one of those long frames with five placed in a neat line snaking between the two with pictures of his friends on them. People see the small corner for photos, and they don’t think about it, and more importantly, they don’t ask questions. 

The fact that he hasn’t had a proper conversation with Bruce about anything that wasn’t work in over a decade didn’t need to be spread upon the desk. People saw what they wanted to see, and believed what was easiest to believe. 

He’d given up being a vigilante when he was 27, and even before that he hadn’t been as dedicated to the mission since he was still a teenager, still Bruce’s son in more ways than- than the adoption that had been annulled when Tim got emancipated at 17. (He hadn’t been Bruce’s son in years, not really. He’d been his soldier, and  convenient, but not his son).

It’s why when Tim is 27, it’s easier to accept the offer Ra’s extends to go for dinner, and why it’s ever so easy to keep going to dinner, and the symphony, and the opera, and to go on evening walks around one of Gotham’s parks with expensive coffee. He’s lonely, and Ra’s is a villain, but he treats Tim like an equal, and he doesn’t force himself into his life with familiarity that feels undeserved. (Dick texts sometimes, and uses the same nicknames as when Tim was still his little brother; when Tim was Robin, and Dick hadn’t fired him and thought he was insane).

Tam thinks that it’s an affair, or that Tim is being courted (and for the first year she’s concerned because she remembers Ra’s kicking Tim through a window and getting kidnapped by him. And then the concern changes, because she’s his friend, and he looks happy, and he’s safe for as much as Gotham was ever safe). But she helps him keep it out of the papers, and provides excuses when someone asks where he is.