fashionably late to dicktim week
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"I've saved Batman, too, you know," Jean-Paul says. "And—he's saved me."
"Then you get it," Tim says, his eyes ablaze, his whole soul pouring out of him like fire. "You understand."
I'll never stop.
Batman is needed so I'll never stop.
Jean-Paul might've asked, "Is his life worth yours," but he knows the answer. He knew it three hours ago. He's known it—longer. Much longer than that.
Clark ducks his head to hide the devastated shut of his eyes, the soft tremor in his cheeks. Always looks a bit burdened, does Clark; some days that burden lands heavier than others.
How many tug-alongs has he experienced? How many times has Clark tried and failed to have this conversation? How many times has he reckoned with Tim's self-sacrificial faith and been found wanting?
Jean-Paul, staring at the heaviness in Tim's face, suffers a one-two gut-punch of grim realizations: if this kid dies his heart will shatter into a million pieces, and being Tim's primary care provider is going to absolutely suck.
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- Part 1 of fashionably late to dicktim week
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a right to try and a life of lies by Whispering_Merely
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
09 Aug 2023
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Dick's lucky, to look like his mother when he's Settled and his father when he's not.
If the being giving birth can Settle, then the child can, too, but whatever type the mother was has no bearing on their babe. Settling is a matter of souls. Moreover, it's a deep, inarticulable aspect of the beings capable of doing it, each individual amorphously knowing that the animal they become is what they are.
It's rarer than you'd think to find two generations of the same type in one family, though most believe being a legacy type makes you stronger.
Dick can't speak on that. All he knows is the bittersweetness of looking in the mirror in one form and seeing John Grayson. Then, in another form—if he is not so exacting a copy of Mary, he at least cuts very close.
People have been telling him he's lucky practically since he lost them.
Never Tim, though, whose mother had been a bear type, who looks a little bit like his great-grandmother if he looks like anybody.
[Or: the one where there's a cabin in volcano country, and the fact that Penguin's up to something is really low on Dick's list of priorities actually]
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- Part 2 of fashionably late to dicktim week
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Golems Wrapt in Sunlight by Whispering_Merely
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
16 Aug 2023
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Tim was, by the time Dick was capable of reuniting with him, intensely and exactly what Bruce needed. He fit so neatly into place that Dick struggled with an asshole's urge to be jealous—but Tim really melted himself down for the dubious pleasure, didn't he? He became slag for Bruce's benefit and he did it every single time he put on that suit.
Tim Drake melted down into Robin.
Robin had it much harder, cooling back into Tim Drake.
So Tim struggled, and he suffered, and that was what his love looked like.
Sometimes Babs would do something, or Bruce or Alfred would, sometimes Blüdhaven would, and Dick would register an invisible hand behind it. Tim's hand.
Quiet like the sun.
Get too close, stare too long... That kind of warmth can strip you red-raw, crack you open and make you sizzle. Can fall across your eyelids like confetti, carrying a sting that lasts long after you've retreated under the shade.
Soundlessly, soundlessly.
Daylight.
A matter of time.
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- Part 3 of fashionably late to dicktim week
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someone to love, something to do, and something to look forward to by Whispering_Merely
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
28 Nov 2023
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The thing that everyone seems to remember is not how Janet splashed her champagne in Bruce Wayne's face. It's not how she stomped on his toes with her stiletto heel hard enough to break two of them. It's not how she hissed and spat venom before storming away.
It's how Bruce Wayne regarded her with utter solemnity and said, "One day, you are going to look into the eyes of your daughter, and you're going to see a stranger with a life and a Pack unknowable to you."
"Mom," Tatiana says, a punctuation. It rings real fucking hollow.
Selina is absolutely certain that, right now, Janie is looking into the eyes of a stranger; a woman she's never met before; an omega she didn't raise.
"Tatiana," Janie says, somewhere between uncertain and tart.
"Tim, actually," the puppy corrects her. "Timothy, kind of—but, really, just Tim."
[Or: frankencanon Tim possesses the body of an alternate dimension's Tim and proceeds to start waves while trying to make a home out of the cards she's been dealt]
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- Part 4 of fashionably late to dicktim week
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you say death’ll come for good sons (and not for you) by Whispering_Merely
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics)
23 Jul 2023
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"These are dangerous times, Nightwing. Our adversaries are coming from many unexpected quarters."
Is that really how he wants to play it?
"I hear the JL was a prime example of that," Dick says, almost jovially, malice in the undertow.
"Woah, now," Ollie laughs heatedly. "Didn't Batman teach you no one likes a gossip, Dickie boy?"
Within the space of a sentence, Dick is stripped of his title and demeaned into the position of Batman's sidekick. Like there's something rookie-inherent about that, something which ought to breed distrust.
"All right," Dick says, "no gossip. Theory: something went down between the Justice League and Batman. Something ugly. Whatever it was, you want to use me against him because of it."
He hardens his mouth against the overbright, How 'm I doin' so far? because this is not actually a report, and none of these men... None of these men are friends.
[Or: DickTim experience all their firsts, the Justice League falls apart only to rebuild, and, man, they never knew what was comin' for 'em]
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- Part 5 of fashionably late to dicktim week