Front Door
Summary: Tim walks out the front door. ”Someone once told me that explaining was an admission of failure. I’m sure you remember, I was on the phone with you sweetheart.” -Richard Siken.
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Hallucinations: Costumes
Summary: A prequal of sorts in the Hallucinations verse, it can however stand alone. Bruce and Tim walk in on the most awkward situation while on patrol.
Note: For tea-solves-everything
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Timothy Luthor: Different
Summary: Tim is a Luthor. Tim asks his father a question and Lex tries to answer him to the best of his abilities.
Note: For ailea and my anons.
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Hallucinations: No
Summary: Part of a larger verse. In which Dick tries to be seductive and Tim represses.
Note: Anon prompt fill.
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Planet Hopping
Summary: In which Damian and Tim start their trip across the multiverse.
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Tim Drabbles
Summary: Drabbles centered around Tim
Note: Character death, fluff etc.
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It Started with the Hydrangeas
Summery: Tim’s life in flowers. There are marigolds growing outside his hotel. Cheap and easy to maintain. They’re more effort than he would have thought a place like this, a broken, worn down hovel would display but flowers have a resilience that their appearance betrays.
Note: Hearts did the flowers first. I’m just borrowing them.
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Smoke
Summary: Tim smokes a cigarette and considers the act. Damian interrupts.
Note: Smoking is bad. It just. It’s bad.
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Cousins: Big Reveal
Summary: Tim and Damian are cousins. Tim knows who the Bats are, this is how they find out he knows. Part of a larger verse.
Note: For anyafishies as well as my anons. I will update the masterlist at some point.
Snippet: Mera
Summary: Tim is the child of Mera and Arthur (Aquaman).
Note: A little bit of a prompt fill. I will probably make this longer.
Mera
Mera laughed at the quiet toddler in front of her, black haired, with bright blue eyes. Such a magical child he was, full of wonder, of potential. Cooing she spreads her arms and beckons him forward. Silently he propels himself into her arms, her little prince. Timothy.
”Where is father?” Her child whispers, his voice barely moving the water around them.
”Above.” She replies, ”He is protecting us dearheart. All of us, and sometimes when people protect the ones they love, they need to leave.”
Guileless blue looks back at her, her sons whisper voice asking, ”Will you leave too?”
She shakes her head in denial. She prays to the gods of the deep, prays that she hasn’t told a lie. That they won’t make her a liar.
