Considering How Calculating Jason Is With His Comically Complicated Plans And Many Backup Plans And Probably

Tim accidently referring to the Joker as Dad but those who know about Joker Jr aren’t present and so everyone is left with the ‘realisation’ that Tim is the son of the biggest nightmare to their family.

It’s probably Jason and Steph, her there to bother Tim but Jason went to the manor for food and the two naturally started arguing. Maybe Jason tells Tim to stop costing on his case and prove a point be made against blonde, but Tim just offhandedly goes, “Later, I think my dad broke out of Arkham again but the guards aren’t doing anything. Maybe they’re in on it…”

The two present naturally look at each other with confusion and for the first time stop bickering to peak over his shoulder and see what his case is because, holy shit Tim had a villain for a dad and didn’t tell us? Only to see numerous photos of the Joker in his cell and many reports over the last week of how he’s been behaving and Jason…

Steph pushes the man out of the room when she sees his face go from frozen fear to anger, thinking it’s towards Tim and his secrecy and, while she totally gets that, now isn’t the time.

Though when they get into the Jason starts a rant about how Bruce and Dick should have told him that the monster had a child, even if that child wasn’t Tim! Jason protects kids! Did they think he’d hurt him just because of who his father is?

No!

If anything, he’d become the kids full time body guard to stop that mad man from making Tim into another version of himself!

The two naturally go to tell the others, pulling Damian, Cass and Duke into a mostly unused room and telling them what they discovered, all while Tim stays in the library working on his case.

Cass is beyond worried but also confused because he doesn’t seem to have any physical characteristics of the Joker or Harley, but maybe the mother is different? Perhaps it’s still Janet and either she had a fling with the Joker or something far worse, which makes the young girl enraged on the woman’s behalf.

Damian makes a comment about him killing Tim, not in a serious manner but more as an option, but Duke shuts it down, saying that having a villain for a parent doesn’t mean anything about who you will be. He points out those in the family of that nature and other heroes like Superboy.

When asked why they didn’t get Dick or Babs involved, Jason says they defiantly know and lied about it.

It’s only after another three hours of working that Tim catches himself referring to the Joker as dad and shuts his laptop, making his way to Bruce’s room to hide under the older man’s bed like he usually does when that happens, only to overhear what his siblings are saying.

Tim presses his ear against the door to hear better.

“If that maniac had a kid, surely he’d have told everyone he had an heir or something.” That’s Steph’s voice, filled with worry that only he and Cass could detect as she hides it under a whiney tone.

Jason is next to respond, “maybe he doesn’t know? I mean, did Tim ever even interacted with him before he became Robin?”

It doesn’t take much more than that for Tim to realise that he must have been talking aloud again or absently answered someone earlier and misspoke in front of them.

Panic fills him as he avoids telling Bruce when he gets bad, even if it’s just a small thing, because the older man will start of being a concerned parent then go into Batman mode and only just stop himself from putting Tim in the confinement cell. Sure Tim came up with the idea of the cell so he wouldn’t hurt anyone if his conditioning got too bad, but he’s learnt the signs. He’s not a mindless drone, he still knows who he is and doesn’t hear someone talking to him or anything like that.

He just… sometimes forgets the Joker hurt him.

It’s not Tim’s fault that memories of watching TV with him and Harley, tucked between them with a big bowl of ice cream felt better than most memories of his real parents.

But he knows it’s wrong, always comes back to calling the Joker his enemy.

Bruce just doesn’t get that.

Tim hears them talk a bit more, theories about who his mother might be, if Tim is safe at the manor, if Joker knows he has a son…

Opening the door, Tim stands there and stares at them as all eyes snap to him in alarm.

He doesn’t let anybody speak, cutting them all off quickly, “He’s not my dad. Go the cave and search for file number 26557933301-JJ and put in the code AGELAST, all caps.”

With that he turns and leaves, walking at first before running to Bruce’s room to hide.

He goes to family dinner and pretends not to notice the quietness or how Jason is still there, eating his food quietly and waiting for the ball to drop.

Naturally, Damian is the one to say what he wants first, “So why is okay that Tim shot the joker but I got in trouble for stabbing Bane?”

Everyone groans.

nothing beats the feeling of going back to a fandom that you were in when you were younger, and rediscovering the chokehold that your favorite characters (still) have on you.

Tim "won't end you but will end your bloodline" Drake:

Gotham's Underworld loves Nightwing way more than they love Batman. It's not only the fact that batman will send them to the hospital without even a good pun, but that all the goons have seen Dick grow up firsthand. Naturally, they get a little...upset when their robin is being mistreated

Nightwing, limping beside Batman on Patrol one evening, back from Bludhaven for a few days :

Batman, worried: Nightwing, are you oka-

Goon, running up to Nightwing and cutting batman off: Oh my god! Are you okay?! What happened?!

Batman: ??? Who are you

Goon: What, you don't remember me? We coparented together.

Batman: Excuse me?

Goon: Yeah i saved him from that asshole Joker when he was robin, twice!

Batman:

Goon #2, motherly cupping nightwing's face: Oh goodness, you haven't been eating in that shithole blud, have you?

Goon #3: And look at your eyes! They look so sad! Were you being hard on yourself again?

Goon #4, to Batman: You should really be more emotionally present towards him.

Batman:

Nightwing: Guys, guys, I'm okay! Really, john, jacob, jonn and joan, you can calm down now

Batman: ...You know them by name?

auDHD tim drake who only makes eye contact while masking vs autistic damian wayne who makes the most unsettling eye contact at all times

Entonces es la 1 de la mañana. No puedo dormir porque todo se siente tan miserable y ruidoso además de asqueroso no se si tuve un ataque o algo porque incluso llore ,no podía respirar y todo estaba extremadamente caluroso a demás de que mis sentidos explotaron.

Ahora vengo a decir que mi vida es horrible, no más horrible que la tuya tal vez, pero definitivamente no es muy buena.No entraré en detalles sobre el maltrato de mis padres hacia mi a lo largo de los años sin embargo no tengo privacidad no cuál es patético, en serio me preocupo más por eso que la vez que me torturaron metiendome en una cubeta de agua de cabeza porque según era muy inmadura y berrinchuda ( tenía 8 , obvio que lo era , eso son los niños)

Vivo en un cuarto , uno muy pequeño el cual básicamente tiene todos tan arrumbado y junto que apenas se puede pasar , duermo con mi hermano en una cama mientras mis papás y mi hermana duermen en la de a lado , está la mesa , el refrigerador, la estufa y básicamente todo tan junto y apretado que me marea solo verlo , ni siquiera podemos pasar dos por el mismo lugar porque realmente no tenemos espacio, a duras penas uno puede pasar por los pequeños espacios que existen entre la mesa y las estufa.

Y entonces me quiero largar , no te mentiré ganó el salario mínimo pero dado que en realidad casi todos pagan menos que el mínimo se podría decir que ganó bien, pero mis padres son una monstruos asquerosos con el dinero. Desde que tengo memoria están endeudados o no tienen dinero cosa que no entiendo porque han gastado LO MINIMO en mi y mis hermanos. Y mi papá se sale de los trabajos y puede durar meses sin un trabajo. Ni madre a estado enferma, tiene piedras en la vesícula y yo estoy ahorrando pasa su operación, sin embargo cada vez que estoy serca de la meta siempre mi padre sale de los trabajos y termino dando dinero para pagar las deudas . En un principio mi madre se negaba a ir al seguro para que la operarán porque supuestamente tardarían más y que sería más fácil reunir el dinero ( si ubieran ido al IMSS estaría operada desde hace 2 años ) y entonces siempre termino pagando o ayudando en sus deudas y me es imposible ahorrar para irme.

Y se que no es mi responsabilidad pero por dios tengo un hermano y una hermana y no quiero dejarlos con estos asquerosos, no tenemos ninguna otra familia que nos ayude , no es opción acudir al DIF y se que en realidad no gano lo suficiente para llevarlos conmigo, pero genuinamente no puedo , dios tengo clases en línea y ni siquiera puedo entrar porque no tengo una pizca de privacidad o porque también se enojan con cualquier cosa mínima que haga . Ellos me frenan en todo pero son horribles con el dinero y se que tal vez es apropósito. Lo más triste es que me están dañando de una forma horrible y lo se pero no planeo que mis hermanos sufran.

Además las rentas sin ridículamente caras y no tengo ni un peso ahorrando y aveces cuando lo tengo lo gasto en algo tan simple y sin valor porque se que aunque me haga más daño el gastarlo , quiero sentirme como alguien normal que compra algo y le da felicidad, quiero ser feliz pero no puedo.

Incluso intenté abrir una cuenta en esa app azul pero simplemente no pude porque no tengo privacidad, realmente es más patético cuando incluso sin privacidad ni siquiera se dan cuenta que lloro casi todas las noches.

Esto explica mucho porque la tarea en la escuela siempre me causo problemas

The way most autism literature describes "literal interpretation" is often not at all similar to how I experience it. Teenage me even thought I couldn't be autistic because I've always been able to learn metaphors easily.

In fact, I love wordplay of all kinds. Teenage me was fascinated to learn all the types of figurative language there are in poetry and literature.

But paperwork and questionnaires are hard, because there's so much they don't state clearly. Or they don't leave room for enough nuance.

"List all the jobs you've had, with start and end dates." What if I don't remember the exact day or month? Is the year enough?

"Have you been suffering from blurred vision?" Well, if I take off my glasses the whole world is blurred, but I'm fairly sure that's not what the intake form at the optometrist is asking.

Or the infamous (and infuriatingly stereotypical) "Would you rather go to a library or a party?" What sort of party? Where? Who's there? I work at a library. Am I currently at the library for work or pleasure? Does it have a good collection?

It's not common figures of speech that confound me. It's ambiguity, in situations that aren't supposed to be ambiguous.

People keep forgetting this but jason was SHORT before the pit, like he was 5'2 (157cm) or something. Not only that but he was also very skinny with little muscle mass because of all the muscular atrophy. So I don't know why everyone keeps writing a Jason who never died like a really tall guy with a bunch of muscle. I totally think he would be like YJ!Jason Todd.

Tim drake complaining to DICK GRAYSON about his dad will always be so funny to me . This boy has his foot in his mouth...i love him

Entonces aquí estoy,sola en la noche en mi casa pobre y miserable después de cumplir una jornada laboral.Es triste y miserable como sin importar cuántos estudios tenga nunca podré conseguir un buen trabajo,curioso que la mayoría de empleos bien pagados no sean ejercidos por licenciados.

He estado buscando trabajo en alguna oficina pero ¿saben que ? POR ALGUNA RAZÓN GANO MAS EN UNA FÁBRICA.

lo cual me deja pensando si debo terminar mi carrera.