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DAMN OKAY OW

Tim almost never sees Bruce Wayne. He sees Batman—the shadow in the cave, the cowl, the voice that barks orders land expected to be listened to. Bruce thinks he’s protecting him this way. If he denies a connection, if he refuses to name Tim as his, then maybe the world won’t carve into him the way it carved into Jason.

As if distance could soften a grave.

But the mimicry—that kills him.

Tim can do it perfectly: Jason’s loose-shouldered swagger, his posture, his walk, the way he’d laugh like Gotham's rare sunny days, the lopsided grin that made even Batman’s mouth twitch in response.

Tim practices in the mirror sometimes, just to see the ghost. Just to feel, for a second, like he isn’t standing in a dead boy’s shoes. But he was and now he was taking his face.

And when he gets it just right—when he throws out a joke in that tone, when he tilts his head that way, when he made Batman falter. Tim would melt.

For a heartbeat, the Batman was gone. In the place of the cold unchanging hero was Bruce Wayne, raw and wounded, looking at him like he’s something precious. Like he’s worth holding gently. Like he wasn't a soldier or a replacement. Like he was actually Jason. Tim sees it—the Bruce that Jason must have known, the one Dick still sometimes searches for in the rubble of their family. The one left to rot in the same warehouse Jason died in. The father smiled warmly as his kid, asked about their day, held them, praised them. God did Tim savor being held like he mattered.

Then Bruce would blink, and the moment shatters and Batman returns. Tim is let go and he has to fight himself not to hold on because he wanted this. Gods we wanted this. Ironic that that was particularly why Tim had originally started stalking the bats. Ironic that their closeness and family bond was something he was excluded from even when he was 'part of the family'.

He wonders, sometimes, if Bruce even realizes he’s doing it. If he knows how quickly he pulls away, how deliberately he rebuilds the walls between them the second he remembers who Tim is. Or rather, who he isn’t.

Tim doesn’t blame him.

He knows what he is.

A placeholder. A contingency. A shadow of a ghost.

And maybe that’s all he’ll ever be.

Tim swallows the phantom warmth like a thief. He knows it isn’t for him. Warmth wasn't for Drakes. Mother used to tell him they werelrelated to ice dragons. That was why they weren't affectionate. Affection was too warm for the Drake Family.

Tim wanted to be warm...

The gay eye thing

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THEYVE BOTH HAD THE EYE THING

THE SPARKLY EYE THING

THE GAY EYE THING

Have my Wraith! Tim Drake Au

Backstory and full outfit sketch board in the works.

I also have a Jason Todd and Tim Drake centric fic ongoing. (Cuckoo by Coincidence on AO3 if you're interested)

It's been a while so I drew Yams

Some Empires!Scott inspired art

Headcanon fucking accepted thank you

So did Joe wait in the restaurant till cherry woke up or did he take cherry home

Day 4 of #timmay!!

Prompt 4: Baby animals

I-

I'm dead

Goodbye

i’m not gonna lie joe - i’m yet to see you be aggressive with any of the women you’ve been with

oh there is someone you’ve been aggressive to though...

I got some poprocks guys

Sneak peek to an animatic I'm making about The Robins to Youth by Daughter