Tim Drake!

Tim Drake (or was it Wayne?) had landed in Gotham International at a quarter past midnight on the second Sunday of June. He hadn’t been in the city in over six months. He had no reason to come back. No more family to embrace him in their arms. No older brother to ruffle his hair, no girlfriend to hold his hand tight when it hurt too much to breathe, and no father. No father to play baseball with, no father to show him all that life had to offer, and no father to tell him that everything will be alright.

Tim wasn’t sure whose grave to visit first; the grave of Jack Drake or the unmarked grave behind Wayne manor. He had decided to visit his adopted father’s grave tonight, before the sun went down, and in the morning, he’d see his biological father.

“Bruce,” Tim kneeled in front of the gravestone. There were no words inscribed on it; no dates, no name, and no message. “I miss you.” He finally said those three words. He thought those words every day for the past six months but he never once uttered them. “I know you’re alive somewhere. I know it.” He wasn’t sure if he was reassuring Bruce or himself. “I will find you. I’ll bring you back home.” His forehead cringed and tears began to pool in his eyes, “We’ll both go back home.” He wiped the tears with his sleeve, and took a deep breath taking in the smell of wet soil. Tim touched the grey granite in front of him and where it should have a message, about five inches from the ground—just like his other father’s—Tim traced with his finger, ‘Beloved Father.’

“Happy father’s day, Bruce.” He hugged the tombstone and held it tight in his arms. 

This was requested by a follower but Tumblr does this thing where it deletes your messages after your reply to them so I’m sorry but I forget who it was for.

Prompt: Injured!Dick and brothers’ are caring for him.

Rating: G - fluff

Word Count: Only 389 :( 

Dear Master Bruce,

           

It was the young master who found Richard. The lad had hoped to find master Richard just entering his apartment after a night on patrol, rather than lying on the kitchen tiles in a puddle of his own blood. I was able to extract a bullet from his right arm and right leg. It is an unfortunate event; however, something sweet has resulted from it.

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All- Star Batman & Robin

Takes place during War Games. Read with caution. 

Rating: Fluff, angst and sadness. Ugh. 

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Tim frantically searched the rooftops as he swung across Gotham, “Oracle? Can you do another scan of the area?” She must be here somewhere.

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Can we please just take a moment to appreciate Bruce’s parenting? 
He’s a single parent. He’s made mistakes raising all of his children (yes, including Dick) but at the end of the day, he loves them and he will protect them until the end of time.

Also, Damian looks like Simba and Bruce is like Mufasa. Especially in the last panel… it reminds me of the part when the hyenas are chasing after Simba and Nala and Mufasa comes in roaring and is like “If you ever come near my son again!”

(via wigglytuffs)

It wasn’t you; it was me.

         I’m dead. The only way you could possibly be reading this is if I were gone. I’m sorry. I’ve hurt you. I wasn’t there when you died. When you came back, there was so much going on that I wasn’t able to treat you right. I tried to move on from your death. It hit me so bad. Then, my dad died. I made friends. Connor died. Bart died. Bruce even adopted me. I had a relationship with another girl. She was pretty and she was fun. Is it wrong to say that every time I kissed her, I imagined it to be your lips I was touching? Things were getting back to normal… at least, to as normal as they could possibly be. Then, you came back. Bruce died. And life became too hectic for me to handle. I left. You needed me and I wasn’t there for you. I came back. But, you had moved on too. When I saw you in that black and purple eggplant uniform… I wanted you back so badly. But, I pushed you away. I’m sorry. I promise, it wasn’t you; it was me.

                                    I love you, Steph.

                                                      -Tim “Alvin Draper” Drake

((If you have any prompts, hit me up!))