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Robin was with Dick this evening, working out at the older man’s gym. If Tim hadn’t responded so well to Dick’s coaching Bruce might have been more concerned about the blatant hero-worship the kid projected onto the acrobat. But, as these things go, as long as Dick was fine with it and the boy was learning, then he wasn’t going to say anything more.
As far as Bruce knew, Tim’s stalker tendencies began and ended with Batman and Robin. But he knew that Dick was someone who had led and taught peers who were both older and younger than himself, and Dick seemed… interested in his newest pupil.
When Bruce had last seen the two, Dick had thrown an arm over Tim’s bony shoulders, shoulders much narrower than Jason’s had ever been, shoulders that were more tense than any thirteen-year-old’s shoulders he’d ever seen – except for possibly his own.
A ‘sleep-over’, the acrobat had called it, and Tim had looked… well ‘troubled with a strong mixture of elation’ came to mind, but the boys worked *well* together and Tim seemed to learn better without him actually being there. But which him? Batman-him or Bruce-him?
I’m definitely going to have to come back at a later time when I have all day to write up a proper review of everything i love about this. this deserves so much more than just keyboard smashing cos it’s just so awesome
Title: Classics: One Fandom: DCU, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, newly Robin’d-Tim Drake. Rating: PG, General fic. Word Count: 3,100 Notes: Tim had to learn this stuff somehow. Disclaimer: DC Characters belong to DC Comics
AN: Repost from Livejournal
“No.” He heard the aggravated, half-Batman, half-Bruce Wayne voice bounce off the the old rock walls of the cave just as he stumbled back from the crumbling ledge where he had been standing a breath ago. They’d been at it for almost an hour now and Tim had yet to make even a single jump.
He sort of tripped once, walking up to the side of the canyon, but Tim didn’t think that really counted.
A strong, gauntlet-covered hand adjusted his grip on the grappling hooks handle with rough, swift efficiency, while a heavy, modified utility boot kicked at his own right boot until the placement of his foot was correct and uncomfortable once again. “Like that. Toes just over the ledge, like this. Now, bend your left knee.” He mirrored the position Bruce was in before the man stepped back and said, “Try it again.”
His heart was pounding, but nothing seemed louder to him than the sounds of the sides of the cliff giving way and sending small avalanches of rock and dirt down down down in to the caves decent. Down the rabbit hole. The canyon where he was supposed to be flying over; to the next landing.
The noises were fighting each other and nobody was winning.
oaidefiljaweohif i love these kinds of fill-in-the-canon scenes! Tim’s internal debates and his struggling with NOT just getting it, it’s done so well that this is immediately part of my headcanon now.
Summary: He had to save him, no matter the cost. This human was the only thing Tim had ever truly wanted in his life. He was his. Kon belonged to him.
Notes: I should not be writing more new stories when I have a bunch to finish already… But this is already planned out in detail so… It will be about 3-5 parts.
So for this, I tried to use as much of the collective tumblr headcanon as possible. Kind of. Mostly Tim’s character design and the notion that when on land long enough, mermaids gain legs on their own. And a few scenes drawn out by Kaciart and Aionyu will pop up (cuz they were hilarious). This fic is their fault. ; A; I was looking at their mer!tims and the plot bunny had offspring.