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Here’s some more about the game :D for your reading pleasure @portal-to-oblivion (Based on this post)

Freestyle Checkers: A Tim and Damian Special OR “How can we make talking to people a competition?”

They are sneaky. They are underhanded. They will do anything to win.

Originally, this was a ploy to get Bruce to ban them from the galas. Over the coming months, however, they begin to enjoy attending. A little too much.

Tim starts a conga line and convinces everyone on his team to join before marching them to Damian’s side.

Damian subtly moves the tables just an inch or two to the right all night until the whole room has switched seating arrangements.

After a particularly eventful game, Bruce now requires them both to empty their pockets and walk through a metal detector before entering the ballroom.

Tim uses his role as company heir to befriend everyone on his team and then introduce them to one another. He accidentally started a coup once.

Damian uses his puppy eyes to woo the guests into doing his bidding and avoid punishment.

He also sets fire to the curtains.

They are repeatedly caught giving death glares to each other from across the ballroom…but that’s normal. What’s not normal is the two giving death glares to a seemingly random guest at the same time. (She was only going to say hello to Maxine. Why does she feel like she’s in mortal danger?)

Tim spikes the punch with a hint of laxatives so everybody sticks to the bathrooms on Damian’s side.

Several games in, Damian finds a loophole in the rules. Even if the pieces can’t know they’re in a game, that doesn’t mean others can’t. He pays several catering staff to form a physical barrier between certain guests and places. Tim is livid and demands the loophole be written out.

Damian, after stealing a woman’s expensive watch: “Oh, I think I saw it at table seven! Here, let me take you there :)”

Tim makes a kid cry at table 20 so everyone will avoid that side of the room.

Tim: “To the left now, y’all! Left again! Right foot two stomps! Keep going left!”

Every other batfamily member has joined the game at least once, both as a piece AND as a player. On a particularly boring night, it was Tim v. Damian v. Steph v. Jason v. Duke. Every attendee was an unwilling participant. Including Bruce.

Damian is the reason death threats are no longer allowed for the game.

Tim: “Oh, you don’t want to talk to Nicole. Did you hear what she said about Leandra last night? The drama!”

Damian, tugging a guest’s arm: “Hey, is your blue Mercedes parked outside?” Guest: “Oh, hi sweetie :) Yes, why do you ask?” Damian: “It exploded.”

Damian studies the attendance sheet, makes a mental list of who eats what kind of dessert according to previous galas, then chooses all the guests who he knows like chocolate. Suddenly, there’s a surprise chocolate fountain on Tim’s side!

Tim studies the attendance sheet then figures out their addresses, hacks into their Facebook, stalks their Friends list, makes a chart of who is on good and bad terms, then chooses his team based on that.

Both of the above methods listed fail spectacularly

Damian: “So…I win.” Tim: “Damian, this is a hostage situation.” Damian: “But they’re lined up on your side. I win.” Tim: You know, I’m starting to think you set this up.”

He did.

During one particular night, a Wayne benefactor figures out what’s going on and tries to expose them so they team up, completely ruin his public reputation, and get him banned from all future galas to preserve the game.

No matter how hard he tries, Bruce cannot stop them from playing.

I always see people saying that Bart Allen is the social butterfly and Tim Drake is the socially awkward one. And while I do not know enough about Bart to have an opinion on him, y'all are so wrong about Tim.

Ma boi was raised by Jack and Janet Drake. People who can afford to buy the manor next to the Wayne's. They own a multi-million company. They're old money.

What I'm trying to say is, Tim is a socialite kid. He knows what to do, how to talk, what smiles to give to old ladies in diamond earrings and the strength with which to shake possible investor's hands so they don't feel threatened or underwhelmed.

Just like Bruce has his Brucie Wayne persona, Tim has Timothy Drake, good convertionalist, straight-A student, the perfect heir and eventually the perfect CEO/shareholder/whatever he is to WE because at this point I've lost track.

Also I love the idea of Damian seeing this at their first gala together finding it absolutely bewildering, because as a person Tim is barely a functional human being and as a vigilante RR has the social skills of a wet paper bag unless dealing with victims, but as Timothy he is this smooth talking, charming bastard who can win everyone's heart at a gala in a couple hours. Damian had gone into that gala expecting his brother to make a fool of himself over and over again, maybe even make it to the magazine covers for falling into the chocolate fountain or something. But for the first time in years, Damian is scared because it has to be some sort of witchcraft to change personalities so easily and Father, run a tox screen on Drake because there is clearly something wrong with him–

Just. Socially competent Tim Drake + little gremlin Damian who is in awe.

Give Me a P (E-T-T-Y)

(Aka part two of Stephanie Brown and Her Adventurous Adventures of Sass)

Stephanie Brown would like to take this moment to say she is not a petty person at all. She took all things with maturity, so when Damian Wayne commented on her chest one too many times, she did not slap him.

She dumped a layer of itching powder onto the suit he had to wear for the Wayne Gala.

Definitely not childish.

“Is it covered to filth?” She whispers over at Cassandra, whose disguising skills far outpaced her own.

Cassandra only nodded, absentmindedly rubbing more on.

Steph bit back a grin.

Boy, she was so forcing Tim to take her to that gala.

As it turned out, she didn’t even need to force Tim, the sweet little boy already asked her, dress, flowers, and all.

…in her dreams.

He had just grunted at her when she informed him she was coming.

Chivalry was clearly still alive and kicking.

Man really brings her back to her prom.

The prom she never went to, but that’s not the point.

He was even kind enough to let her borrow (steal) his card.

And if her dress was just a tad bit unrealistically expensive, well that’s just because she really like the dress. Not at all because he ticked her off.

And if she accidentally spread some false rumors about him, it was only accidental.

Stephanie bit back laughter as she watched Damian stand ramrod straight, his nails digging into his palms.

Her gala expedition was going quite well actually, she’s been behaving herself. This time, she’s only ticked off three-fourths of the room.

Okay so perhaps if was a little more.

Like three and a half-fourths or something.

Maybe she was taking too much pleasure in this.

“Oh my god,” Dick whispered horrified next to her, shoulders shaking. “What is he doing?”

Nah.

Stephanie had to lift her glass to hide her laughter from seeing an intoxicated man ran around in his date’s heels.

“Steeeeeeph” She turns to see Tim making a (crooked) beeline for her.

Wow. She had no idea her boyfriend had that much to drink.

“Heeeeeeey Steeeeeeph,” he slurs, slumping onto her.

Alright so maybe she spiked his drink.

But only a little bit! How was she supposed to know he was lightweight?

“Hi, sweetie. Had a little too much to drink?”

“There’s a unicorn over there… It’s fur looks so soft… I wanna pet it… Come back!”

Like any good girlfriend, she dragged him back home, tucked him in, and cuddled up next to him.

But not before she documented everything on Snapchat.

God she loved these things. Why did Bruce hate them so much?

“Stephanie?” Tim’s groggy morning voice wrapped itself around her.

God she loved that voice. She loved that voice, she loved the boy, and she loved the ridiculous bedhead that she was busy taking pictures of and sending to Jason.

“Stephanie.” He starts pulling off the covers, and she squeaked, running off.

She’s faster, but he knows the layout better, and he’s quickly on her heels.

Stephanie squeals when she feels arms wrap around her, fingers scrambling to remove the muscled arms around her.

So maybe she didn’t put as much effort into it as possible.

Tim buries his head into her shoulder and sleepily kisses her neck.

“Got you.”