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Damian: Jon and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-
Jon: Sentences.
Damian: Don't interrupt me.
Jon: I made this friendship bracelet for you.
Damian: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.
Jon: You don’t have to wear…
Damian: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.
Kon: Hey Tim,
Tim: Yes?
Kon: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?
Tim:
Tim: Where’s Bart?
Jon: I owe you one.
Damian: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.
Damian: It’s dark in here
Jon: Don’t worry dude I got this
Jon: *Stomps their feet*
Jon: *Skechers light up*
DC as actual things my friends have said: Part 2
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Dick: Woah! What’s with the face?
Jason: It’s Bruce. He never leaves me alone! I swear he’s so far up my ass I can feel him in my ovaries
Dick: You don’t have ovaries?
Jason: Exactly
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Tim:
~at 3 in the morning~
Tim: Did you know that only 5% of the ocean has been uncovered? For all we know, there could wild JoJo Siwas in the ocean
Kon: And she attacks your boat and violently humps you
Bart: Or there could be glowing squids! That’d be pretty cool
Cassie: Have any of you ever heard of inside thoughts??
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Tim: Why are you crying!? What’s wrong?!?
A very pregnant Stephanie: Sometimes when my eyes get lonely I cry because they’re friends with my tears :(
Tim:
Post- Robin face reveal but pre-Robin identity reveal, Kon sees Tim among the hostages of an armed bank robbery he just thwarted in Metropolis. He flies over to him fully intending on making fun of him for getting caught up in it.
“Hey, Rob…” realizes a second too late that Robin isn’t alone and he’s about to blow his secret identity in front of… Bruce freaking Wayne?? “…ing. Robbing. You. Yeah, um. Im robbing you.”
Tim blinks incredulous, “What?”
“Yeah, I’m robbing you right now,” Kon says, committing to this decision. “Gimme your wallet or I’ll… I’ll beat you up with my tactile-telekinesis. You too, Mr Wayne.”
DC characters as actual things my family has said: Part 2
~at a very fancy restaurant~
Bart: Woah there’s a lot of French on this menu, oh! Speaking of French guess what I learned on Duolingo today
Cassie: What’d you learn?
Bart: When they say ‘cat’ in French they pronounce it ‘shat’! You know like sat but with an ‘sh’
Tim: Bart please stop talking
Bart: No it’s true! They say ‘shat’! S-H-A-T. Like if Kon was a French cat I’d say “Look there’s the shat right there!”- why are you laughing
Kon: Bart, um do you know what shat means in English? Come here (whispers for a moment in his ear)
Bart: IT MEANS SHIT?? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!
Bart: oh sorry
Cassie: just kill me now
Oh my boy I hate how much I love him he was meant to be my least favourite but he’s clawed himself tooth and nail into my heart
Bruce, knowing Tim went out as RR when he was meant to be benched: do you have something to tell me, chum?
Tim, half asleep and drooling in his tea: sometimes Cassie and Kon make me curl into a ball and then use me as a baseball to play catch with while Bart stands in the middle and tries to catch me first.
Bruce: ….
Bruce: what.
Tim: they call me ‘piggy in the middle’
Bruce: …
Tim: somehow Bart never catches me but I think it’s only because he’s laughing so much.
Bruce, completely forgetting about Tim patrolling: I… I don’t know what to do with this information.
I love @helps-the-writing-brain-go Captain Marvel adopts Superboy AU and seems as nobody wrote something about it I jump to the challenge!
Hope you like it!
Batfamily X Batmom!Reader
⁺‧₊˚My Sons Boyfriend⁺‧₊˚
Continuing my tim appreciation, Have a silly overprotective parents to one of their youngest kid
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Jason tattles that his younger brother has a boy over.
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ The TV played some noir film neither of you were paying attention to black and white shadows flickering across the screen, the occasional husky voice of a detective muttering something about dames and danger. It was background noise. Everything was background noise right now.
Your back arched against the couch as Bruce’s lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, his stubble scraping deliciously along your skin. You let out a soft, breathy laugh, tangled up in him, your knees bracketing his hips while his large hands gripped your thighs beneath the hem of your oversized shirt.
His tongue slid against yours again, deep and slow, and the kiss had long since lost any sense of restraint. You tugged at his shirt, fingers skimming up beneath it, palms exploring every inch of familiar skin. Bruce growled low in his throat, the sound rumbling against your lips as he leaned further into you, pressing you back until your spine met the couch cushions with a soft thump.
There were no patrols, no emergency calls, no villains trying to blow up the city and a damn good excuse to indulge in weeks of pent up affection with no one around to ruin it.
“What the fuck?!”
A voice cracked through the air like a gunshot, and both of you froze mid kiss, mouths still a breath apart, panting and flushed. Well no one around to ruin might not work if you have a Jason Todd for a child (even though hes an adult it still applies).
You didn’t even turn around.
“It’s a lazy day,” you said flatly, lips still swollen, one hand still fisted in Bruce’s shirt. “Go away.”
Jason’s voice rose another octave, and you could hear the trauma in it. “Are you two seriously making out like that on the living room couch? In the middle of the day?! seriously making out like teenagers right now?! I’ve seen less tongue in French films!”
You rolled your eyes and finally sat up, sliding off Bruce’s lap with a groan and adjusting your shirt though it didn’t help much. Bruce just rubbed at his face with one hand, exhaling through his nose like a man trying not to start swearing. Jason stormed around the couch, eyes narrowed, nose wrinkled. “You were all over each other! That was full on pre bedroom behavior!”
“Which we would’ve moved to,” you muttered, “we only do stuff out here when you guys for sure aren’t.”
“TMI LADY!! I live here!”
“So do we.”
“I grew up here! Do you know how many times I’ve had to walk in on emotionally scarring things? And now I have to add this to the list?”
You gave him a pointed look and gestured vaguely to Bruce, who was still slouched and half hard under the sweatpants. “You’re twenty something and you’ve walked in on worse. Remember the time you accidentally opened the panic room during our anniversary trip?”
Jason gagged. “Why would you bring that up?! I had finally repressed it!”
You shrugged, completely unfazed. “That’s why I didn’t jump out of my skin when you yelled. You’re one of the oldest. You’re basically numb to it by now.”
“That’s not how trauma works!”
“You’ll live.”
Bruce finally stood, setting a firm hand on your lower back as he stepped forward. “Did you interrupt just to complain, or is there a point?”
“Oh, there’s a point,” Jason said, smirking now, even as he pointedly avoided making eye contact with either of you. “Tim’s upstairs. With Conner. Door closed. Voices low. Lots of awkward pauses and ‘I dunno, what do you wanna do?’s. Figured someone with authority should stop it before I need a bleach rinse for my brain again.”
You and Bruce exchanged a glance. You raised a brow. “You think they’re…?”
“I’m just saying, I’m not doing the awkward sex talk with either of them. That’s your job.”
Bruce sighed through his nose again, rubbing his temples. “We should’ve eloped in Fiji.”
Jason clapped him on the shoulder as he passed. “You should’ve invested in a deadbolt and soundproof walls. You’ve got like fifty rooms. Go be gross in literally any other one.”
Bruce groaned, sitting up with the pained weariness of a man who just wanted five uninterrupted minutes with his partner. “I don’t know what’s worse,” he muttered. “You barging in, or the fact that you’re tattling like a six year old.”
Jason raised an eyebrow. “You can ground me later. But someone needs to knock before that kid goes full hormonal teenager with Superman’s clone.”
You rubbed your temples and slid off Bruce’s lap. “Can’t we just go one day without something weird happening in this house?”
“Nope,” Jason chirped.
Bruce stood, adjusting his shirt and shooting Jason a tired glare. “You’re not getting a thank you for this.”
Jason grinned. “I’ll settle for watching the fallout.”
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The carpet was soft beneath your knees as you crouched near the top of the staircase, one hand gripping the railing and the other latched around your husband’s wrist. Bruce was not thrilled. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, towering behind you in full grumpy dad form.
You shushed him. “Shh. This is important. Our son is dating.”
Bruce arched an eyebrow. “He’s not a child anymore.”
You gasped loudly and dramatically, a feeling attune like he’d just slapped you with a divorce paper. “How dare you say that to a mother’s face.”
“I feel like as a mother you should be letting him have space” he whispered dryly.
“It’s anything and everything for my baby,” you whispered back, “heartbroken.”
Bruce sighed, letting you pull him forward like some six foot tall human leash. He followed behind you, slouched and sulking like a teenager being dragged into a parent teacher conference. But he didn’t resist. Not really. At the end of the hallway, just far enough not to be heard but perfectly in view, Tim was standing awkwardly with his shoulder slightly bumping against the wall, halfway through some rambling sentence that didn’t seem to have an end. Across from him leaned Conner Kent Superboy himself smiling with the easy, confident charm of someone who knew exactly how good he looked.
You gasped again, softer this time. “He’s so nervous. Look at him. Our baby…”
“Don’t start crying,” Bruce warned.
“He’s got no game, Bruce.”
Bruce squinted. “…This is objectively better than his brothers.”
You nearly cackled. “Low bar, sweetheart.”
Tim fumbled again, scratching the back of his neck while trying to not look directly at Conner. Conner leaned in just slightly, arms crossed as he nodded along, totally relaxed. He said something with a grin, and Tim laughed clearly too loud, then looked down at the floor in horror.
You sniffled, eyes shimmering. “Look at our baby flirting…”
“He’s not a baby,” Bruce said, though his voice was quieter now. “He’s nearly eighteen.” And yet, he leaned a little more over your shoulder.
You smirked. “You’re watching.”
“I’m observing.”
“You’re parenting.”
Bruce sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, crossing his arms as he stared harder at the two teens.
“What’s Kent’s clone doing here alone with him anyways?” he muttered, eyes narrowing.
“Ohhh,” you grinned, “now you care.”
“Of course I care,” Bruce snapped, more defensive than he meant to be. “That’s my kid.”
You nudged him with your elbow, whispering proudly, “Our kid.”
He didn’t respond to that but the corner of his mouth twitched. Down the hall, Conner leaned in and brushed something off Tim’s shirt something that wasn’t there. Tim went red, practically short circuiting.
Bruce straightened immediately. “Okay. That’s enough recon.”
“Oh, now it’s enough?”
“I’m getting my Batarangs.”
You caught his wrist before he could march off. “No. No Batarangs. No Bat glare. You said he’s not a baby, remember?”
“He wasn’t getting flirted with then.”
You snorted, still holding his arm. “I think your overprotective thing is hot.”
He paused. “That a fact?”
You smirked, glancing back toward your bedroom door. “Yes. Now let’s go back to our room lights off, no clothes, door locked this time and let the kids be kids.”
Bruce gave Tim and Conner one last skeptical look, then sighed. “If they start kissing, I’m interrupting.”
“No you won’t,” you said, dragging him back down the hall by the wrist again. “Because I’ll be too busy making out with you to let you get up.”
Despite that, the minute you headed to the room. Conner and Tim were happily walking towards the kitchen. making you drag your husband again to watch your boy. The kitchen was dimly lit, the only real noise coming from the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional rustle of snack bags. You and Bruce had found your new favorite spot behind the kitchen island, crouching low and trying your best not to make a sound, despite the undeniable excitement of spying on your son.
You had your phone held up, recording through the cabinet doors like a proud wildlife documentarian. Tim and Conner were in the next room, chattering nervously while they raided the pantry for snacks.
Bruce was less than impressed with the situation. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, glaring at you as if you were the one causing trouble.
You smirked, eyes never leaving the scene unfolding in the next room. “I practically raised him. I have the right to witness his first love.”
He grunted, his voice tinged with mild exasperation. “You’re literally crouched next to the coffee machine whispering commentary like it’s National Geographic.”
You held your phone at a slightly different angle, zooming in on Tim as he fumbled with a bag of chips. “And you’re crouched next to me, so what does that make you?”
Bruce looked at you, deadpan. “An unwilling accomplice.”
You shot him a look, trying not to giggle as you saw Tim’s hand hover uncertainly over a box of cookies while Conner casually leaned against the counter, looking way too smooth for someone who was probably still a teenager.
“Conner’s definitely a pro at this,” you whispered, shaking your head in amused disbelief. “Look at him, just leaning there. Like it’s nothing what if he just wants to play woth out boys feelings.”
Bruce sighed dramatically but didn’t move. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
“This is serious, Bruce. It’s parental responsibility.”
Bruce looked at you, his eyes softening. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Yeah, well, you love me.” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’ve got a lot of regrets today,” he muttered, but his hand brushed against yours in the dim light, soft and reassuring. Just as you were about to comment on Tim’s awkward attempt at getting a cookie into his mouth without looking too desperate, the kitchen door swung open with a familiar creak.
“Are you spying on Tim?” Dick’s voice rang through the space, sharp and amused.
Both you and Bruce froze, immediately making eye contact in a way that could only be described as a guilty deer caught in headlights moment.
Bruce was the first to recover. He straightened up quickly, stepping away from the island and crossing his arms like he was trying to physically distance himself from the ridiculousness of it all. “No,” he said instantly, as if the word would somehow erase the whole scene.
You, on the other hand, didn’t try to hide it. You looked up at Dick with wide, unapologetic eyes. “Yes,” you said, shrugging as though this was completely normal behavior for a concerned parent.
Dick raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe with a smug grin. “You guys are so lame.”
You grinned back, unbothered by his teasing. “You think we’re lame, but when you’re a parent, you’ll understand.”
Bruce, clearly not keen on the whole ordeal, shot a look at Tim and Conner through the kitchen entryway. “I’m just making sure he’s not making any… stupid decisions.”
“Right.” Dick’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “Because you’re both really qualified for that.”
You shot him a sideways glance. “Hey, we did the best we could. And this is where you come in. Don’t think I didn’t see you sneak a peek when you thought we weren’t looking.”
Dick’s eyes widened for a second before he cracked a grin. “You two are hopeless.” He turned his attention back to the other room. “What are they even doing, anyway?”
You and Bruce both turned to look through the cabinets again, slightly distracted now that Dick was standing right there. Tim was holding a cookie out to Conner, his fingers trembling slightly, and Conner took it with a grin that could melt even the iciest heart.
“He’s handing Conner a cookie,” you said, your voice dripping with awe and mild concern. “A cookie. They’re not even talking about something deep or meaningful, like… I don’t know, saving Gotham or discussing conspiracy theories. It’s literally just this.”
Dick raised an eyebrow again, his grin widening. “You’re really invested in this?”
Bruce was rubbing the back of his neck, clearly torn between indulging your parental instincts and the embarrassment of being caught in such an absurd situation. “Yeah, we’re not stalking them. Just… observing.”
Dick snorted. “Sure, sure. Watching them like they’re some rare, endangered species.”
You looked at him deadpan. “They are.”
Bruce cleared his throat. “Look, we’ll stop when they stop… getting… weird.”
Dick gave the two of you an incredulous look. “You two are so ridiculous. Seriously.”
And with that, Dick pushed past you both to head upstairs, but not before he paused to make one last comment.
“If I ever catch you two creeping on me like this, I’ll start a family group chat called ‘Creepy Parents.’”
You and Bruce exchanged an amused glance. “We’ll take that risk,” you said,
Dick groaned, clearly not interested in sticking around for the ridiculousness, and disappeared upstairs.
You looked back at Bruce, who was still watching Tim and Conner, now in full parental protective mode. His brows were furrowed, a slight frown tugging at his lips.
“I guess we’re just going to wait this out?” you asked softly, leaning against the island.
Bruce nodded, but his tone was softer now, full of that deep, unspoken love only a parent could understand. “Yeah. But we need to be the ones to have that talk when they’re ready.”
You smiled, leaning into him, the whole world feeling a little less chaotic, even if the kids’ drama would never stop.
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Tim and Conner were sitting at the kitchen table now, their snack raid completed, with Conner casually leaning back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the seat across from him. Tim, on the other hand, was picking at his cookie, his eyes occasionally flicking nervously around the room.
Conner noticed Tim’s unease and raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong, Drake?”
Tim cleared his throat, his gaze shifting quickly toward the hallway, and then back to Conner, hoping his casual demeanor would mask the slight panic he felt. “Uh, no, everything’s fine.”
Conner smirked knowingly, crossing his arms over his chest. “You sure about that? ‘Cause I can’t help but notice your… parents have been acting a little weird.”
Tim froze. His heart rate quickened as the words hit him. He blinked at Conner, unsure if he’d heard him right. “What?”
“You know, they’ve been hanging around for a while,” Conner said, a slight laugh escaping his lips. “I can’t believe they’re still hiding behind the kitchen island.”
Tim’s face went white, of course he noticed it. his eyes darted toward the kitchen counter, his heart sinking into his stomach. His parents… They had been watching this whole time. He quickly looked away, pretending he hadn’t heard anything, his eyes shifting uncomfortably as if he could pretend that the observation had never been made. “You’re imagining things.”
Conner raised an eyebrow. “Right,” he said, unconvinced. “Maybe I am.”
But before Tim could settle into any sense of relief, he couldn’t help himself. His eyes glanced toward the cabinets, toward the hidden space behind the island where his parents had been crouched like secret agents, but the moment he saw something shift in the shadows, he quickly turned his head away. A blush spread across his cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and frustration bubbling up inside him.
He heard a muffled whisper coming from the kitchen, the faintest sound of your voice saying, “Do you think they noticed?”
His heart skipped. He knew they were there. He immediately looked back at Conner, who was now wearing an almost triumphant smirk, clearly enjoying this entire awkward exchange.
Tim’s face reddened even further. “Ugh, I hate you.”
Conner’s grin widened, but he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, arms still crossed, looking like he was thoroughly enjoying the chaos Tim was going through. “your family is so weird”
Tim just buried his face in his hands for a second, trying to collect himself. It didn’t help that he could hear the whispering getting louder, still faint, but unmistakable. “No way. I think they didn’t notice. Maybe we can sneak away after they leave…”
“We?” Tim thought he heard Bruce’s voice this time. It made him stiffen.
His face was now a bright red, and he buried his face further into his arms, hoping it might all just go away. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, his pulse racing. This was so embarrassing. Why couldn’t they have just left him alone? Why did his parents have to be so… so overly protective?
As his embarrassment grew, Tim stole another quick glance at the kitchen, only to see a shadow dart behind the cabinets. His stomach flipped, and he quickly turned away, biting his lip to keep from saying something he’d regret.
Conner’s eyes were sharp. “Yeah… they totally noticed,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “You’re lucky I’m cool with this. You’re lucky I didn’t go tell them they’ve been caught. That would’ve been funny.”
“Conner, shut up!” Tim hissed, but the laughter that followed didn’t make it any better.
Somewhere from behind the cabinets, you whispered again, louder this time, “Maybe they’ll pretend they didn’t see us.”
Bruce’s voice was closer to a growl. “We’re being subtle, right?”
Tim’s body stiffened again, but this time he was ready. He shot up from his chair and took a deep breath. There was no going back now. “I’m going upstairs. You’re all insane.”
Conner chuckled, watching him go, clearly having the time of his life while Tim fumbled his way toward the hallway.
As Tim rushed out of the room, trying to hide the heat in his cheeks, you and Bruce exchanged a glance from your hiding spot, then reluctantly peeked around the corner to make sure your son had left the kitchen.
“We should’ve just went in our room,” you muttered, sounding almost defeated.
Bruce nodded, glancing up at you. “This is why I wanted to go back to the room.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And you couldn’t let that go?”
Bruce sighed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe we’ve been caught so many times.”
“But it’s worth it, right?” You flashed a teasing grin at him, clearly finding amusement in the awkwardness.
Bruce didn’t respond immediately, but he didn’t move either. He just kept watching the empty kitchen, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Finally, he said, “I’d still rather be making out with you right now.”
You grinned. “One thing at a time, Bruce. One thing at a time.”
Bruce didn’t waste a second. The moment the last of Tim’s and conner’s footsteps faded up the stairs, he was on his feet, his usual quiet intensity shifting into something more playful albeit with a touch of authority.
Without a word, he moved toward you, his hand reaching for your wrist. Before you could even fully register his intent, he pulled you into his chest, his other hand gently cupping your chin as he tilted your face up to meet his. His lips were almost on yours, just inches apart, but he hesitated for a fraction of a second, as if savoring the moment.
“As much fun as that was,” he said in a low, husky tone, his voice thick with amusement, “it’s time for mommy and daddy time.”
Your heart skipped. You had to admit, despite the awkwardness of everything that just happened, the sudden shift in Bruce’s demeanor made your pulse spike. The playful tension in the air was thick enough to cut through. You could see the flicker of mischief in his eyes.
“Bruce…” you whispered, half trying to resist, half already giving in.
“Our boy will be fine” His voice was low, but there was a firm edge to it, a reminder that your playful surveillance time had come to an end. “You and me. Upstairs. Now.”
Before you could protest or offer some sarcastic response, he was already guiding you away from the kitchen island, his hand firm around your wrist. The way his grip tightened made it clear he wasn’t going to take no for an answer not that you really wanted to resist.
“Bruce, we can’t just…” you started to say, but you were quickly cut off as he kissed you, his lips catching yours in a brief, but intense press that stole your breath away.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, “No more distractions. No more spying. Just us.”
You were about to make a snarky comment, but all the words caught in your throat when he pulled you against him again, his arms wrapping around your waist. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his strong frame seemed to draw you in closer.
“I’m not letting you get away that easily,” he said with a grin, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt, the playful glint in his eyes unmistakable.
Your breath caught as you felt his touch, suddenly aware of how much you’d been craving this intimate moment. The tension that had been building throughout the entire day between your kids, the spying, the ridiculousness was finally going to melt away, leaving just the two of you.
With a final, teasing smile, Bruce began leading you upstairs, his hand never leaving yours. The world outside your bedroom had faded into the background there was only him and you, and the quiet promise of some much needed time alone.
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Tim was lying face down on his bed, groaning into the sheets. If he could dig a hole and disappear into it, he would. He’d half expected his parents to hover maybe ask a few awkward questions. But full on mission mode surveillance? That was next level.
The door creaked open, and Tim didn’t even need to look to know who it was.
“I knew they were weird,” Conner’s voice came, all smug and sing songy. “But hiding behind the cabinets? thats weird.”
Tim rolled over with a groan, face still half buried in a pillow. “Can we not talk about it?”
Conner stepped in like he owned the place, casually flopping onto Tim’s bed with zero regard for personal space. “Dude, your mom was crouched like it was recon. I think she even whispered something about your ‘game.’ I’m emotionally scarred.”
Conner, of course, wasn’t far behind. He opened the door without knocking and stepped into the room, his usual easygoing grin plastered across his face. But there was something different in his eyes something softer. Maybe he was trying to ease the tension Tim was still feeling.
“You good?” Conner asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Tim turned his head just slightly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… I dunno, everything’s just kinda weird today.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Conner chuckled, but it wasn’t a mocking laugh. It was more of an understanding one. “Your parents… they’re something else.”
Tim groaned and rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with his arm. “Don’t remind me. I didn’t think they’d go full surveillance mode.”
Conner moved further into the room, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Well, they’re just looking out for you, you know? They’re probably a little overprotective, but… I mean, I guess I’d do the same thing if I were them.”
Tim half smiled at that, finally sitting up. “Yeah, but it’s a little much. I’m almost eighteen, not, like, seven.”
Conner gave him a side glance, his smile still there. “Right. You’re allowed to… y’know, have a life outside of your parents’ radar.”
“Thanks for the reminder,” Tim muttered, but it wasn’t with annoyance more like he appreciated Conner’s effort to lighten the mood. Tim glanced at Conner, his mind wandering as it often did when he was around him. Something about the way Conner carried himself, the way he was always so relaxed, so at ease it was easy to get lost in.
Conner seemed to sense it, his voice dropping a little lower. “So, uh… are you sure it’s just your parents that’s got you flustered? Or is it… something else?”
Tim blinked at him, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
Conner leaned back against the headboard, looking over at him with a teasing smile. “I don’t know, just seems like you’ve got a lot going on in your head. And I mean, I did see how red your face was back there, so”
Tim immediately turned even more red. “Conner, I swear to God”
“Okay, okay, fine,” Conner laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I won’t make it worse. But, uh… you do know you can talk to me, right?”
Tim let out a soft exhale, unsure of how to respond. He didn’t even realize how much he’d needed to hear that until now. “Yeah. I guess I just… didn’t want to make it weird.”
“Making it weird is kind of my thing,” Conner joked, but there was something reassuring about the way he said it like he wasn’t trying to force the conversation, but also wasn’t afraid to be open with him. Tim’s heart skipped a little at the casual warmth in Conner’s voice. He wasn’t sure if it was the way Conner was looking at him now, or just the comfort of knowing someone actually cared, but he found himself letting out a nervous laugh. “I’m definitely not the best at this… flirting thing. I’m just… I don’t know, overthinking it all.”
Conner’s eyes softened, and before Tim could protest, Conner slid closer on the bed. He nudged Tim’s shoulder lightly, his voice quieter now. “You don’t have to be perfect at it. I think you’re doing just fine.”
Tim froze, his pulse racing at the sudden closeness. “Wait, really?”
Conner smirked, but there was something genuine in his smile now. “Really. You’ve just gotta stop trying to be all… cool about it. Just be yourself. If someone can’t see how amazing you are, that’s their loss.”
Tim swallowed, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. “You’re… you’re the worst, you know that?”
But Conner just laughed, the sound light and effortless. “I know. But you like me anyway.”
Tim bit his lip, trying not to smile too much, but there was no denying the way his heart was beating faster now. Conner had always been the one to tease him, to make him laugh when things were tough. But this this felt different. The way they were sitting there, so close, the unspoken understanding between them it was the kind of connection Tim hadn’t realized he was craving.
“Alright, alright,” Conner said, standing up and giving Tim a teasing grin, “I’ll leave you to think about that. But you know I’m here, if you wanna… talk or whatever.”
Tim nodded, his throat a little tight, but he didn’t know what to say. Conner’s easygoing presence had a way of putting him at ease, and for the first time in a while, Tim felt like he was starting to understand what it meant to really be seen by someone.
“Thanks, Conner,” Tim muttered, his voice soft.
Conner winked as he walked toward the door. “Anytime, small bird. Anytime.”
As the door clicked shut behind him, Tim sank back against the bed, his heart still racing, but now for a different reason.
Conner: So…
Tim: Please don’t.
Conner: Your parents have been following us for like… an hour. I swear I saw your mom dive behind a trash bin.
Tim: If I ignore it, maybe it’ll go away.
Reader, whispering from the kitchen: They didn’t see us.
Bruce, deadpan: They definitely saw us.
bruce you are a TERRIBLE influence on teenage boys. christ.
they are the brotherest of brothers! dick looks so sour lmao
and kon is a sweet friend :)
this made me laugh so hard. these three are hysterical
i mean, they have so much chemistry! timkon is my ship of choice, but im also adoring timcasskon
and tell me tim doesn't look like the ultimate bisexual in this
THIS is why i love tim drake. he's determined and wants to do good. sometimes he worships the ground batman stands on, but more often than not, he can pick out bruce's faults.
also, tim feeling like he isn't close to batman IS canon. would you look at that
baby kon is picking up chicks. baby tim is playing chess.
this has no significance. i just thought it would be cute
crash landing!
your ego's a little high there, bud.
look at his baby blue eyes :0
kon! lmao
pssst, hey, you guys want some timkon queer subtext?
tired boy strikes again
they are sharing a moment!
aaand my favorite.
that's right, dude, the glasses are dumb ad fuck, but i still love em.
is it too much to ask for clark to act like conner's dad? maybe a lil too much?
connor acting remotely domestic cracks me up. how sweet :>
today, i used my superboy knowledge to impress a hot girl and we ended up watching captain marvel together. finished just 20 minutes ago.
thank you, my stupid knowledge on comic books.
robin, impulse, and superboy all have nightmares while camping out.
tim's fears are always having to do with becoming too much like batman. like, every time.
iconic mom!kon moment
tim, stop lying to yourself. you are both the protective moms
