|So who all do you ship with Tim? I'm a bit curious cause your Tim looks great but I don't want to push a ship you don't like.|
Hello anon! I was originally going to reply to you anonymously and had to think about this for a bit because I hadn’t really been asked to be in a ship. I’m very flattered that you like my Tim.
As for who I ship with Tim, it kind of depends on what point in time it is. I will admit that I do not ship him with any other Robin or Batman just because of the nature of the relationship and the pain and development there. I’m always open to ideas as it really depends mostly on the chemistry between our characters, I tend to like to work up to a relationship because it helps put the whole thing in context — last thing I want is to get your hopes up and then leave you disappointed because it wasn’t what you had imagined. If you have any other questions, please feel free to hit me up.
If you do indeed play Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, or Damian, I’m sorry that this isn’t the answer you are looking for.
outofcharacter;;I’m still technically with friends and family, however, I wanted to hop on for a bit and wish you all a happy new year! Here’s to another year and to all the adventures to come — it has been great to meet all the people I have met since I started this blog last year!
"Tim Drake, if you please answer your rudding phone before I just come over…. this is Cassie…. your voice mail is annoying…"
[It was a good half an hour before Tim noticed the flashing light on his phone. It was another five before he realized that it meant that Cassie could drop by any minute — and he was nowhere near presentable. Hell, he smelled pretty bad. But regardless, he still had to call her back, it’d be rude not to.]
"Hey Cassie- and there’s nothing wrong with the voicemail."
[She’d have to agree that it’s much better than a robot lady answering the call.]
Ya’ll need a masterlist <3
"Conner, is that you?"
Tim turned around as he turned and looked . Brushing his hair out of his eyes, he thought that he had sensed his best friend with the gust of wind. Considering the amount of time that it had been since he had seen Conner, anything he tried to say to explain it away would just come off… well, lame. Not to mention, he could probably say the same thing about a lot of other people he hadn’t seen in a while either. Placing his hand on the edge, he turned and hopped up so that he was sitting on the ledge.
"How’s it going?"
[Wings. The wings were the first thing he saw before he saw the person they belonged to… and the pink hair. Oops, that was rude.]
"Hey. Red Robin, are you’re…?"
"Nah, I wasn’t too busy. I was helping The Big Guy out in Metropolis. We were just wrapping things up, actually. I’ve been helping him out a lot lately. It’s pretty cool." Conner smiles, hoping he looks stoically proud instead of idiotically and irrationally proud over nothing.
"Oh," Tim said, "that’s good, I’d imagine he’s — wait, are you saying that you just left Superman holding onto the bad guy?" Incredulous, he raised his eyebrow and resisted before he cracked a smile, shaking his head. "Do you need to head back?" he asked. Guilt started to rear its ugly head as Tim watched Conner’s expression. Whatever he had called Superboy over was not life-threatening enough to merit dropping literally everything right that instant.
Damian’s hands flew over the keyboard, eyes narrowed slightly as they flickered over the screen of his laptop. He was seated on the floor (Father wouldn’t approve), shoulders hunched forwards. His hands suddenly stilled, head tilting towards the door.
"Tt. It is a wonder you have lived this long, Drake. I heard your approach quite clearly. And your lack of directional skills have also become apparent. The exit is—"
The soft whir of the engine bounced off the walls until it became nothing. Kicking out the stand, Tim got off the bike, looking around at the surroundings as he walked towards the computer. It felt strange to be back considering the fact that he had been replying on his own resources to get things done, but it still felt good to be back.
"Tt. It is a wonder you have lived this long, Drake. I heard your approach quite clearly. And your lack of directional skills have also become apparent. The exit is — over there."
He could almost see the turn of the head before he saw Damian and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Oh yes, he recalled, yep, things had not changed since Damian was back. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t glad to see that he was back, all things considered, but to come back this… well, there was always a minus to every plus in life.
"Good to see you too, Damian," he replied flatly, his eyes fixated on what was on his screen, "thanks for trying to be helpful, but it wasn’t needed."