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The last resort

Drawing a character for pride everyday, day 12: Tim Drake/Red Robin from DC - Bisexual [Canon]

Got him on the spinner just after my copy of DC’s pride anthology for this year just arrived! Go check it out if you haven’t already, if nothing else for Connor Hawke’s story which has the most like poetic and perfectly put description of asexuality. Please ignore Devin Grayson’s story tho, just euhhhh, why did they hire her? Also Tim’s story in it is adorable and Travis Moore’s art is absolutely stunning!

Robin Redesigns; Tim Drake!

He’s lying, he is cringe

Wow aren’t you so glad this was posted a decent length after the last one and definitely not *checks notes* two months after. And aren’t you so glad that the others will also be posted in a timely manner and I definitely haven’t committed to doing an art series for pride that will take most my time for the next month or so! Haha cause I sure am

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Text ID for sketch page:

[Sketch 1 - aw little guy!!! Arrow pointing to next drawing OH he’s a little fucked up actually…]

[Sketch 2 - Jason: What do you have that I don’t? R!Tim: I’m… not… cringe…]

[Sketch 3 - (The Jokers wild Summarised) R!Tim: I have the power of Alfred and D&D on my side!]

[Sketch 4 - Hyah!]

The last resort

i looove this idea, tim 100% arrives to a scene slamming his face into the pavement more than once.

Ok ok so, the other day I skateboarded to the grocery store and it made me think Tim Drake would have absolutely had a skateboard with himself as Robin on it. Cities and towns LOVE to capitalize on their cryptids and urban legends (from someone who grew up in a cryptid centric city) so ofc as soon as The Bat hit the streets there would be unregulated merch of him, bc who’s gonna stop them??? The anonymous vigilante??? Absolutely no shot.

Anyways. Back to my point- young teenager Tim was known as the Robin with a skateboard (it’s a hobby, a way around after he lost Redbird privileges, he loves it) and even designed his Redboard specifically with the Robin logo, so ofc when he sees the shitty little Gotham City Sk8s store by the park has a board with HIS Robin on it, he has to have it. Look me in the eyes and show me a teenage boy with enough money who wouldn’t buy themselves on usable merch.

The headcanon brain worm got to me and I ended up designing and doing a 3D mockup of the thing (complete with the badly designed freebie sticker that came from the store with purchase), if it continues to munch away at my focus I might even right a fic abt it later kdjfkmdkdks (also tumblr said my gif file was too big </3 so y’all get a lil mp4 instead Ou<)

Still image showcase and original design art below the cut >:P

Another deaged Ellie and Dan, but Danny was reincarnated as Damian Wayne

Danny Damian because he was Damian now, wasn't he? He remembers now the Fentons, the GIW, Sam and Tucker, jazz. He wonders if they could have also followed him here. A part of him longs to see his fraid again, but are they his fraid still? He was a new person. Son of The Bat and Heir to the Demon Head. Something Dami he remembers reminding people of. If only Sam could see him now, he knows she'd love that. "Who's edgy now?" He can picture her saying. He can almost see Tucker laughing so hard he'd fall out of his seat.

Crack

The sharp sound of the thunder brings him to the present. He looked over at his clock, 3:00 A.M. The witching hour he can hear Ellie tell him with a mischievous smile on one of their flights around Amity Park. She loved to drag him and Dan sometimes Vlad if he was feeling friendly. Dan, his future evil self tormented by the deaths of all his family and friends, so hurt he got Vlad to rip his human half out so he didn't have to feel the pain. Ellie, his clone, created by Vlad to be the perfect son, too bad she was a daughter. Looking down at his stomach where their cores are now incubating, he couldn't help but wonder if Vlad had anything to do with this.

He shook his head as if that would rid himself of that thought. Vlad was a real fruitloop,but he would never purposefully endanger Dan or Ellie. Vlad, in his twisted and weird ways, did love them in his own ways like kidnapping and keeping him hostage to save Ellie. He had forgiven vlad for the desperate attempt to save his daughter, but incubating Ellie and Dan's cores would make him their father now, too. Ew, coparenting with Vlad does not sound like a fun time. He glanced down and lifted his shirt hesitantly. If he focused on his stomach, he could see a faint blue and red glow emanating from his stomach. Red, Vlads' color, he thought distantly. Hopefully, it didn't mean much. As if signaling him, the envelope they had carried with them to him fell off the bed carried to the floor by the slight breeze.

Lighting lumineating the bedroom, making the crisp white color shine for just a second. He tentatively reached down to grab it. He was being a baby. He was a trained assassin from birth, and his fear trained beaten out of him a long time ago. Some part of him whispered his father and Richard's teachings of being brave but not without fear.

He paused. Father would want to know everything. His past life, Ellie and Dan, the ghosts, being a halfa. He wouldn't understand, Richard would try to, but not even he could never really understand. He couldn't subject his babies to that. He couldn't live with the threat to being ripped apart molecule by molecule. His father's lack of emotional intelligence certainly would not help young halfas. He was fourteen again the age he was killed in his first life. The age he started facing ghosts from another dimension.

He started younger in this life. Killing younger, he learned to fight his whole life. Jazz would hate that. Jazz... he wondered if she was alright if she survived the attack... no, there's no time to think of that right now. He ripped open the envelope( like a band-aid, Richard would remind him), and he noticed Vlad's familiar fancy fruitloop writing immediately(he had fancy fruitloop writing now, instead of the chicken scratch Jazz chided him over). So he was right about one thing this had vlad all over it.

Dear Daniel,

Though I understand you might not be Daniel when this letter finds you. I have been reincarnated into another life as I believe you have as well. My new name is Alexander Luther. I own a corporation called Lexcorp. I unfortunately can not change the name according to my board. The idiot lot of them.

He snickered at that. His smile dropped immediately. Vlad was Lex Luthor, the archnemesis of Superman. Jon would most certainly not like this. He forced himself to read on before he spiraled further.

I regained my memories after an experiment went wrong. I know how original. My new incarnation was able to open a small portal that grew in size, and eventually, somehow Danielle and Dan fell through. The portal then exploded, and I regained my memories. Unfortunately, it destabilized their clone bodies. I couldn't grow working bodies in time, and eventually, I had to hope they could find you. I hoped somehow that the yeti doctor would have imparted some of his strange knowledge onto you that might save them.

Vlad, no Lex still wrong. Vlad was somewhat right about that. During one of his all things ghostly lessons from Frostbite, he told him of how in the old ages ghosts often incubated their ghostlings. A protective measure back when magic and spirits were more prevalent. He didn't really understand it back then, and he doesn't understand it much now, either. Apart from the fact he was doing it, he supposed. What if he did something wrong and he lost them? He doesn't think he could live out his half-life if he lost them again. He needed to get to Vlad, and quickly too so they could start building a new portal to the infinite realms.

If this letter finds you. Come find me immediately at these coordinates. I've gone deep underground to escape my new archnimesis's suoer senses. I've m started research on a new portal, but I'll need your endeneering skills. This world is severely lacking in ectoplasmic science and engineering. I am once again forced to start from scratch on my own. Once we get the portal open, you'll need to go straight to The Far Frozen.

It's as if he's reading my mind, I think jokingly.

P.s. One of my experiments may or not have regiven then my new DNA in an attempt to restabilize them.

Only Vlad.

Well, it looks like they actually were going to be coparenting after all. This was going to go great.

I sigh and lean my head back down on my pillow. He committed the cords to memory before lighting the letter on fire with the lighter he kept in his bedside drawer. Point to assassin training. Jason would be proud. He supposed he could stay for a month or so before leaving, which would give him enough time to get away or think of some kind of mission to give himself. He shoots up. Todd had died and came back. He was a revenant. He couldn't stick around if he were to visit he'd know something was wrong immediately even if he didn't understand it.

He sprung out of bed quickly, but quietly, his foot steps perfectly silent despite his rushed mood of packing a bag. He packed a few pairs of clothes and lots of hidden weapons, some snacks he kept hidden for that should keep him fed on his journey but leaving any sentimental things behind. He glanced longingly at his sketch pad, but Vlad was most likely under the water judging by the coordinates he was given. Who knows if it would survive.

He checked the pack, making sure he got all he needed. He promptly checked it again. Twice. After deeming it sufficient, he willed himself to open the door. He mentally cataloged everyone in the manor. Pennyworth was most likely still in Father's room, making sure he actually listened to his insructions. Richard and Todd in Bludhaven and Crime Alley, respectfully. Cain and Brown in Hong Kong. Thomas was sleeping after his dayshift.

Everyone accounted for except Drake. He was most likely using Pennyworth's attention on Father to work cases. He just had to take the risk. For his ghostlings, for himself, Vlad. He crept down the hallways. He was opening the grandfather clock in record time. He went slower this time. He would use his powers, but his father had supernatural wards of all kinds in the cave. Who knows what they did. He was also admittedly trying to save his little energy for his voyage on the open sea. Light snoring hit his ears as he peered around the corner.

Thank ancients.

Drake was sleeping at the batcomputer, still in his Red Robin suit sans mask surrounded by his poor choices. Empty coffee cups and files spread around. He would still need to be quiet, Drake was a light sleeper, as was everyone else in his family. He grabbed the keys to his bike quickly, sneaking by. If he wasn't ditching his bike at Gotham Bridge, he would have disabled his trackers. He checked the gas and made sure he could make it. That's when he made his first mistake.

Putting the gas jug back down, he accidently hit another of one of his siblings' tools to the floor. He tried catching it without success, but it fell anyway, the loud clang echoing. Mistake number two.

Shit.

"Huh? What's happening?" Drake arose sleepily rubbing his eyes.

He froze. Mistake number three.

"Damian? What are you doing down here?" His eyes landed on him, and he spoke confusedly with his voice heavy with sleep or lack thereof.

He panics. He's blaming the pregnancy hormones on this.

He runs.

"Damian!" Drake responded to his dead sprint with his own. "Stop!"

He reaches his bike, and he turns the keys and prays. Luckily, it comes to life. He fumbles with his helmet it would hide his tears he needed it. who knows if he'll ever get to see them again. He shoots off down the tunnel. Flicking the cave door open remotely.

Another bike rears to life behind him. "Damian wants going on?" Drakes voice echoes in his ears. He can almost taste the concern in it amplified by the helmet. He ignores it and accelerates. He ignores the returned acceleration behind him.

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Tim has no clue what made Damian panic enough to run away. He quickly ran to his own bike while swearing. Damian is already gaining distance on him. After another attempt at getting Damian to calm down and talk, he calls the only person Damian would actually listen to.

He hopes Dick will forgive him for waking him at five o'clock in the morning on his day off.

Jason: Oh god, he texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Tim. They're mad at you.  Tim: No, it's Damian. They're just being gramatically correct!  *meanwhile*  Damian: And then I used a period so they'd know that I'm mad at them.  Dick : A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'.  Damian: I stand by my choice.

Damian: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-  Dick : A doll.  Tim: A cinnamon roll.  Jason: A sweetheart.  Damian: Damian: ...stop it.

Jason: I want to be like a caterpillar.  Damian : Explain.  Jason: Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful.  Dick: You know they have a lifespan of a week, right?  Jason: Jason: That's just another highlight

Dick: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? Jason: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Tim? Tim: Probably “road work ahead”. Damian: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

I wish DC had more Batman Beyond movie content.

What if I just want to see Tim get shook around.

It doesn't even have to be "beyond" I want to see the actual effects of his trauma. How the others reacted to him trying to recover. The permanent scars behaviorally shouldn't be ignored. Please DC I'm begging you. I want silly clown based trauma content.

Its taken me so long to actually draw Tim Drake as Joker Jr. Gosh please dc I am BEGGING for this timeline to be remembered. I don't need the actual clown i need the trauma. Joker? NO. Joker jr trauma timeline? Yes >:-)

Here's my yell into the void that DC should totally go and bring back Tim's Joker Junior trauma from the btas timeline! I want silly honk honk clown trauma. I pity I pity, *shoves tim into the electric chair again* (parody of "I pity, I pity, *shoves into a blender*)

The fact HBO MAX took off Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker from it's catalogue is a personal threat to me/j I know they probably did it for cost reasons but it's the only movie I ever watched on Max and now it isn't streaming anywhere. Why have the show when you aren't going to have the sequel movie with it. why have the second movie if not the og or the third too. why have an unfinished art piece. Where am I supposed to get my red robin clown trauma now

A little Tim Drake and Bernard fanart!