Day 4 Of #timmay!!

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...

Based on The Peacock AU by @bongo-clash

Agreed

So who's gonna write an angsty fic where joe uses hooking up with random women as an unhealthy coping mechanism against cherry looking at adam the way Joe wishes cherry would look at him but Joe feels extremely empty and after a while he has enough and stops and closes off and cherry notices something's wrong but joe doesn't tell him what and they have a confrontation in the rain where joe tells him everything, all his feelings and sorrows and cherry doesn't say anything, he only kisses joe and Joe pulls away like 'wha...why' and cherry's like 'you idiot, for a long time now...I've only seen you. Been looking at you. But since you've always been surrounded by women, I just kept quiet in order to at least be together with you even if just as a friend/rival' and yeahh they go home and cuddle

Photo Title: Resting Love

Subject: Stephanie Brown

Photographer: Timothy Drake

Day 5 of #Timmay!!!

Prompt: Prom

(Bow voted for by @tiny-space-platypus )

Painting in progress.

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Coloring page I did the other day

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...