Batman @ Robin:

5 Times Tim Drake Fell Asleep Unexpectedly

Anonymous said:Tim falling asleep in multiple random places

:D This’ll be fun. I love this kind of thing!

Tim needed to sleep more. And apparently, his body often agreed with him–in spite of his own belief he did not need sleep and could make do on extreme amounts of caffeine.

Some family members had kept track of the places he fell asleep in the beginning–but soon enough, there were too many and it became less of a game.

Top five, however, as recorded by various family members with their phones, were as follows:

1. The first time. Tim had worn himself out his first night out as Robin–the legitimate Robin, not merely wearing the costume.

He was supposed to go home afterwards, so his parents wouldn’t miss him or be upset, a normal enough scheme during his training. Alfred suspected that this had been more emotionally draining than training ever had been, though–the thrill, the euphoria, the adrenaline–and Tim was completely wiped.

He fell asleep in the Batmobile.

Bruce had already left the Batmobile at the time, and Alfred found Tim asleep in his seat, one hand clutching the release for the seatbelt, thumb on the button.

And Alfred had smiled to himself, snapped a picture, and then gently roused Tim. It wasn’t an entirely happy smile–he wasn’t entirely for Tim becoming Robin. But in the year of his training, he’d grown to truly care for Tim.

That picture was still in Alfred’s possession, well-hidden, like the rest of the precious few pictures of the children in costume.

Tim’s almost dopey sleep smile, the way he looked totally at ease, would both haunt and console Alfred in future years.

2. Dick had always taken a more active role with Tim than he ever had with Jason. It was a conscious decision on his part, even if he would not admit it to very many people at all.

And so, he often dropped by unannounced, usually not long after Tim got out of school, to surprise him with either mission work or an outing. Both were equally exciting to Tim, and Dick would quickly figure out, when they went to a hideous wax museum that was just a shade shy of being entertaining kind of horrible, that it wasn’t what they did–it was being with Dick. It was having an older brother.

In any case, he dropped by one day, after school, to pick up Tim for a movie. It was a cheesy superhero flick, the kind that clearly had no clue what it was like to be a superhero–but certainly knew all the standard gags for comedy and the standard tropes for romance within such a movie.

No one answered the door, but he’d just let himself in. “Hey, Tim! We gotta catch SuperAwesome–it actually starts at 5:15 instead of 5:45, and I wanted to grab a bite–you know how Gotham traffic can be…”

No one was responding. Funny, Tim had been excited about going there and making fun of the movie with him. He searched a bit, and still didn’t find Tim.

“Huh. Hey, anybody home?”

He was starting to go into vigilante mode–sharpen his senses, look for clues–and then he spotted a very large container. The exact one used to house Christmas ornaments (a few hundred), all packed in with newspaper and bubble wrap between pieces of cardboard by Alfred.

But all the ornaments were on the tree, and the lid on the container was very ajar…

Dick stepped towards it and nearly choked trying not to laugh.

Among the empty newspaper and bubblewrap, and even the cardboard, Tim was asleep. A haphazard blanket was lying half in and half out on the side away from Dick, and a pillow had completely missed the container. Tim was in PJ’s, and Dick could practically smell the flu on him.

It appeared he’d been dragging himself to the couch, where a cold but formerly hot meal sat, as well as the start menu of some old cartoon movie, and had fallen in–and then just given up and fallen asleep.

Dick took a picture, and gingerly lifted Tim out. The boy was a bit warm, but not alarmingly so, and Dick got him settled on the couch.

That picture still made Dick smile when he looked at it.

3. Jason wasn’t normally one to take pictures, in any case–evidence that could be traced back.

But he’d been tailing Tim for a bit, spying–when the other seemed to disappear. It’d taken several minutes to find him again, the Robin surprisingly elusive for someone wearing such bright colors–and when he did, Jason had to stop in relative shock.

The moron was fucking sleeping in the middle of an alley.

Jason stopped to take stock of the situation, make sure there was no one who had attacked him–but then Tim let out a small, almost adorable snore, and Jason groaned to himself.

He had been moving in a more and more lethargic way, Jason supposed. He was curled on his side, cape pulled over him like a blanket, and damnit, Bruce needed to stop working his kids like they were in a fucking factory in the 19th century. Cause the kind of tired where it won out over fucking survival instinct–that was very bad.

Jason debated what to do about it for a moment–he didn’t want Tim shanked in some alley cause he was asleep. So, after a groan, he took a picture, attached the words, ‘Come get your goddamn kid’ to the message, as well as the coordinates, and sank back to a position where he could watch over Tim, but not be seen.

The message reached who it was supposed to–Batman showed up, scooped up Robin with a sigh after checking to be sure it wasn’t a trap.

Jason never did get the full story on why the hell Tim decided to take a nap in an alley–but he was sort of glad there was photo evidence of it.

4. Steph’s favorite story of Tim falling asleep was not her favorite at the time. They’d been together, dating, and had finally found a break to get together and, ahem, get things on.

Which mostly meant heavy kissing at that point, but still, Steph enjoyed it a lot. It just felt special when it came to Tim, like every little thing mattered more than it had with a lot of previous boyfriends. Sure, sometimes they fought, but she still adored her dork.

And was he ever a dork.

She was kinda leaning over him, him on his back against the sofa arm, and yeah, he’d kinda ended up that way very easily, which Steph had taken as a trust thing, and they were kissing pretty passionately–or, at least, Steph soon realized she was.

Tim’s lips had slowly gotten less and less responsive, and then, nothing–except a small snore.

The exact words that went through Stephanie’s mind at that moment were ‘What the fuck?’

Tim was definitely asleep, head resting against the couch arm and Stephanie’s hand where she’d been holding the back of his head. His whole body was limp, slightly curled in, and exuding that soft sleep heat.

At first, she’d been kind of hurt. She literally had her body against his, she was making out with him (and doing a damn fine job of it, thank you), he should not have been able to fall asleep.

But then she sighed, snapped a picture and sent it to Barbara (’Get a load of this dork–what a romantic evening, right?’) and then instantly regretted it–Tim might not like that. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

Not much she could do now, though.

It blew over, Barbara kept it to herself–and Tim got a night’s rest, cuddled under Steph’s aubergine fleece blanket.

5. Damian wanted everyone to understand that he only took a picture so they would believe him. It was not part of their ridiculous game.

Who slept partway in the fridge, after all?

But there he’d been, one hand in the meat and cheese drawer and the rest of him pressed against the cool plastic of the lower drawers. Damian would think, if not the cold, the light would at least keep him awake, but neither seemed to bother him.

Damian watched him a moment. Tim had seemed very on edge lately, he thought. Of course, Damian could not recall a time he himself had relaxed in the way shown on the strange TV shows, but he got the feeling normal, weak people needed to.

And Timothy Drake was definitely weak.

So, Damian took a picture, so no one could accuse him of trying to murder Tim (again), and dragged his stupid, dead-weight body off to bed.

And no, he did not tuck him in, he just dumped his body on the bed. It only happened by coincidence that his head head ended up on the pillow and he was mostly covered by the blanket.

That picture was not one Damian saved, thank you. And he didn’t look at it on occasion when he needed to be reminded of Tim’s humanity or the not so scowling, ‘I hate the demon spawn’ look on his face.

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kimmie090

7 years ago

Honestly the cutest thing I have EVER watched!! Go watch Yolins mini Go Robins episodes right now!!

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kimmie090

6 years ago

Bruce Wayne and his Supernatural Children

Bruce is a generally unselfish man, and surprisingly unmaterialistic. He is, however, an avid collector of children of the supernatural persuasion.

That is to say, he is a Dad.

Here is a brief summary of his children:

Dick: Siren.

Bruce found the child hovering at the edges of Haly’s Circus, humming a merry tune and luring people in to the circus to watch the show. Practically no one could resist the sweet, blue-eyed, singing child. It didn’t take long for Bruce to realize that Dick was a siren, and was using his powers of persuasion to lure in customers to help keep the circus running, now that two-thirds of their main attraction, The Flying Graysons, had died.

It took even less time for him to bring the child home and teach him to fight crime, because really, who doesn’t want to seek justice through vigilantism? When Dick takes to the rough streets of Gotham, the villains are practically begging him for a beating.

Jason: Werewolf

Bruce found Jason in Crime Alley when the boy was in wolf form, gnawing on the tires of the Batmobile. Tugging, pulling, and threatening the pup didn’t work, so Bruce used a hamburger to lure the child away from the tires and all the way home to Wayne Manor.

There was one memorable occasion where the Joker abducted Jason and tried to blow him up, but conveniently did not take into account the full moon. When Bruce arrived to rescue Jason, he found a burning warehouse, a very mutilated and very dead Joker, and a hulking, proud, fully fledged wolf wagging his tail in the light of the full moon.

His wagging didn’t stop, and only intensified when Alfred offered Jason steak as a congratulatory meal when they returned home. Dick had to sing to Bruce the whole night to get him to calm down.

Tim: Vampire

Tim is a direct descendant of The Dracula himself, and essentially stayed at Bruce’s house long enough that one day, the man forgot that he hadn’t adopted Tim. Tim possesses the super strength of the supernatural beings, a genius intellect, and an ethereal beauty about him, when he can be bothered to groom.

It’s difficult to groom when you can’t see yourself in a mirror.

For this reason, Tim usually has deep eye bags, grayish skin, and dresses in Jason’s oversized shirts, except when he has to go to work, when he will borrow one of Bruce’s oversized shirts. He has a deep aversion to blood, and instead subsists on coffee and iron pills. He has opened up a new chain of fortified coffees for vampires under the umbrella of Wayne Foods, and it is a massive hit with the supernatural populace.

Cassandra: Faerie

Don’t mistake the slight female Wayne as a pushover. As a faerie, Cass is possessive, protective, and deeply attached to her family, and especially to her father, who was thrilled to finally have a daughter.

She has been known to bite anyone who tries to bother her family, even sending one reporter to the hospital because her venom had seeped into the bite wound. In the field, she is a silent terror, gliding across the skies in complete silence until she spots her prey.

The last thing her adversaries hear is the light giggle of a delighted girl before the venom kicks in.

Damian: Demon

Ten years old, small for his age, and always angry about something, Damian is the result of a very, very, drunk night that Bruce had with an assassin princess. Bruce was particularly surprised when Damian showed up at his house one day saying hello Father, I am your Heir, where is your throne.

As is customary for his demonic ilk, he went on to quickly claim Dick as “his” and everyone else as his enemy, especially Tim. Damian likes hurting villains, receiving hugs and kisses from Dick, and playing with his pets.

He has made a name for himself Gotham with his ruthlessness, and he once opened a portal to hell and chucked Scarecrow into it. The man didn’t reappear for days, and when he did, he ent straight to Arkham and committed himself.

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kimmie090

6 years ago