Give me a Tim that's the difficult child.
Like, Jason’s dramatic, Dick's angry, Damian is his father’s son, Duke is an angel, Cass is easy to work with. Give me a Tim that's difficult without trying.
Tim goes out of his way to avoid spending time with his family, even to his own detriment. Tim didn't spend that long as Robin, and out of that time, not a lot of it was actively by Bruce’s side.
Tim refuses any and all of Bruce's attempts to parent him—he figures if he's gone this long without a hands-on parental figure, he can go the rest of his life just fine. Tim hasn't listened to a single adult in his nineteen years of life and doesn't plan to start now.
He never shows up to Sunday brunch unless actively threatened and/or wants something. "Missed his family"? Never heard of her.
Tim lies often, believably and shamelessly to Bruce; it's a constant game of galactic dance dance revolution trying to pick out the truth, because Bruce knows that if he accuses Tim of lying about something he didn't, Tim won't be particularly offended but will take it as an excuse to not visit for the next three months.
He and Bruce’s dynamic works so well because Bruce doesn't really Know him and Tim likes it that way. They don't argue because Tim doesn't even ask for forgiveness, much less permission.
Out of all Bruce’s kids, let Tim be the one he can never vouch for. He would like to think that Tim wouldn't slowly skin a corrupt judge to get information, just to dump him off with Jason to finish the job, but he can't be sure.
Tim's siblings say, with conviction, that he would and has, because Tim drops in at their places regularly. They know him, and if they're being honest with themselves, he's the most likely to go to the dark side.
Tim that chafes under every single one of Bruce’s rules and as a result only works with Batman when he has to.
Tim loves from afar, because that's how he was raised. His parents loved him from other continents, most times, and that's his attachment style. That's how he learnt to love; it doesn't matter that he doesn't come home for holidays. He sends gifts and cards. He can love you and keep his distance.
Tim that loves by trading information and weather checks and tracking his loved ones and photo albums full of candids he took of you.
Tim that accepts Dick's hugs and Jason’s gruff affection and Damian’s sharp love and Duke's movie nights and Cass' odd gifts that appear in his apartment randomly, because he knows that's how they love and he's nothing if not adaptable.
Tim that isn't quite sure what Bruce would expect from him of not perfection, and strives for it daily.
Just. TIM THAT LOVES IN HIS SPECIAL MESSY WAY
Condoms. I am the safe sex dragon
Welp. My life has gone to shit so here's a notes game with meeeee hah. (I made the numbers obnoxiously big cause I don't wanna do any of this lollll)
10 notes. I'll brush my teeth(toothpaste blegh)
50 notes. I'll stay clean for a week(arms are healed!)
100 notes. I'll finally finish my book(I worked on a chapter. Out on wattpad now!)
500 notes. I'll clean my room
750 notes. I'll tell my therapist about my suic1al thoughts (<3)
1000 notes. I'll open up to my friends.... (They were chill!!)
2000 notes. I'll talk to my aunt about my mental problem(she gave me advice)
5000 notes. I'll tell my mom about my eating habits. (I now have an eating schedule heh) <3
8000 notes. I'll stay clean for a month
10000 notes. I'll stop isolating myself.
20000 notes. I'll go back inpatient AGH....
Don't you dare do this you all. >_<
(If the goal is white it means its been completed)
I have the urge to do evil, but also hang out with my mom cause she's awesome, but also I'm sick so I can't do either
Hm... You may be right. You would be far too terrifying
Our local newspaper ran a story about the legendary graffiti artist who recently passed away and. Literally everything about it is fucking insane. I'm insane about it.
So this guy has been extremely active for around fifteen years, during which he spread these beautiful, high quality pieces all over the country, way over a thousand of his standard signature, and probably thousands more. He did completely batshit stuff like literally spray painting an entire train from top to bottom or leaving his signature at the top of a 600ft tall overpass and this whole time, only five people from his crew know who he really is. To everyone else it's a complete mystery.
And then he dies at the age of 35. A few weeks after his death, his crew shows up at his completely unassuming parents' doorstep, reveals who they are and asks if they can host a memorial exhibition of his art.
Turns out, this dude has been leading an insane double life. In the daytime he was a meek little office worker with a partially paralyzed arm and no social life to speak of. In the nighttime he was a fucking legend. Not only did he climb that fucking 600ft overpass, he did it WITH A PHYSICAL DISABILITY. THE MADLAD. And throughout the entire time, fifteen years, he got caught once. ONCE. HE DID ALL THAT UNNOTICED. THAT'S INSANE.
Found this on Pinterest, but count this screenshot as a reblog
Reblog if you’re taller than Crash Bandicoot
On the rare occasion I go to a concert, I wear too layers of ear protection, loops and headphones, because I am easily overwhelmed by sound
He looks very confused,hesitant to eat any of the food the skeletons are offering him, from the kitchens instead of the piles of sacrifices.
"Um... What?"
Danny doesn't have a response except, "who sent me a whole ass child?"
Robin just blinks at him, not sure how to react to this obviously powerful being he was sent to. The cult had heard of this message every sacrifice elicits, and had sent him with a letter. He does not want to show the being the letter. Danny doesn't try to take it from him, not wanting to make him feel any more unsafe than he already does. Once he calms down enough to properly address the kid, he just sits down in front of him.
"Hi. I'm Danny. You wanna tell me who sent you?"
Robin hesitates only a second before saying, "Evil immortal death cult leader who doesn't know how to take no for an answer. He wants to challenge you for the throne." his eyes fall on the letter in his hands, almost more afraid of it than he is of Danny. Eventually though, he hands it over. The contents make Danny sick. Not only is this a challenge for the throne, which is a problem in and of itself, it also specifies that Robin had been sent to become a concubine to the Ghost King, whoever that may be after the challenge.
"Kid... No... This... This won't happen. Cults lose all authority over their sacrifices once they arrive here. I can promise you, you're safe." Robin's shoulders drop in relief. Geez, he's just a kid, maybe seventeen at the oldest. Danny decides to answer the challenge, if only to beat up the person who dared to do this. He is a protector spirit, after all. He'll figure out what to do with the kid once that's done, because unfortunately, sacrifices cannot be returned. He orders the skeletons to prepare an actual bedroom for the kid before disappearing.
The battle doesn't take long.
The creep is smug at first, but he's not prepared for the sheer fury of one Danny Phantom. Within five minutes, he's barely breathing on the floor.
"Remember this next time you decide to mess with a kid."
Then he's back at the Stronghold, knocking on Robin's new bedroom door, trying to figure out what to say to him. He answers immediately, looking anxious and then relieved when he sees that it's Danny and not Ra's.
"Hey kiddo. So, I can't just bring you home since that's not really how sacrifices work, so let's figure out some options, yeah?"
Tim, a younge detective, quickly decides he wants to work for Phantom somehow, preferably in a way that let's him do good for the people. Danny, though, has already mentally adopted him.
And that is how Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne becomes Prince Tim of the Ghost Zone. He's a good prince, always aware of his people's needs, and he loves the unconditional care he gets from Danny. Plus, this gives him the freedom to go anywhere in the Realms, and, well, if he chooses to spend most of his time in Gotham with the bats, that's nobody's business but his own.
DPxDC Prompt #17
There is a room Danny's Keep he set up shortly after defeating Pariah Dark. It became necessary when the broader magical community realized Pariah had be defeated and therefore a new King took his throne. Danny found himself briefly bombarded with waves of attempted summonings.
Which, the summonings themselves, wouldn't have been so bad. Turns out people can't just drag the King of Ghosts to themselves on a whim. Danny has to actively accept a summoning to get pulled to it. And if he just decides "No," the pull and whispers go away. No problem there.
No, the problem is the offerings. And sacrifices. The things that people put in the circle as payment for even attempting to summon him. Like having to put a quarter in the payphone just to listen to it ring and ring and ring as the person on the other end of the call doesn't pick up. Since the summoning magic regarded these things as belonging to Danny even if he rejected the summons, they usually ended up just materializing in front of him if he didn't go to them.
Which, okay. It was funny that time he got to end a fight with Vlad very fast when a whole gold bar materialized and dropped on his head. And the food was nice sometimes when it was late and everywhere was closed and his parents had left samples in the fridge to contaminate everything into animation again. But the goat head dropping from the ceiling onto his desk during on of Lancer's English tests was not appreciated. Even if it did get the test rescheduled and the whole school shut down for a few days to investigate the "potentially satanic activity."
So, yeah, it was a bit of a problem. Fortunately, it was a problem with a relatively simple solution. Danny set up an inbox. With a bit of help from Tucker and Pandora, and a couple tips from Clockwork; all summoning offerings and sacrifices would now go straight to the dedicated room in the Keep.
And! As a special touch, the summoners would also get a chipper, automated voice saying, "The Ghost King you are trying to summon has more important things to do than answer you right now. Please leave a message in the circle with your name, date, location, contact information, and reason for summoning. The Ghost King will get back to you at his earliest convenience." Sam's stupid fancy girl gala voice had been perfect for that little message.
It was the perfect solution. Danny no longer had to deal with randomly materializing offerings putting his secret identity at risk. Pariah's skeletons, who had been antsy for something to do now that they were no longer bent under the thumb of a cruel tyrant, were instructed to take care of all the offerings; making sure everything was always cleaned up and put away. And all Danny had to do was stop by periodically to check in and "Officially respond" -ie, write a fuck off note- to the summoning messages (Clockwork's insistence).
A perfect solution. Up until Danny checked in one day to find the skellies pampering a whole ass boy. No. Not just any boy. Danny recognizes that costume.
"Why is Robin here?"
can confirm. This is what I do
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