Tim Drake oneshots

(1) New Persona

The grand chandelier cast a golden glow over Wayne Manor's ballroom, as Gotham's elite mingled over champagne and soft jazz. Bruce Wayne, ever the charismatic host, floated through the crowd, shaking hands and making small talk. He was in his element. Beside him, his son, Tim Drake-Wayne, looked around with an appraising smile. Tonight, Tim had decided to try something different.

A small smirk tugged at Tim’s lips as he observed Bruce's effortless charm, watching how the billionaire slipped into his playboy persona with the ease of an actor on stage. Why not try that myself? Tim thought. With a deep breath and a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he straightened his jacket and stepped into the fray.

Across the room, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and Damian Wayne stood near a marble column, observing the festivities with varied degrees of interest.

“I hate these things,” Jason muttered, adjusting the cuff of his leather jacket. “Too many people in one place. Rich people.”

“You’re just mad because Bruce made you wear a suit,” Dick teased, taking a sip from his glass of wine.

“Whatever,” Jason grumbled, but he scanned the crowd anyway, his eyes narrowing. “Where’s Tim?”

Damian, ever the observant one, squinted. “He’s over there,” he pointed with a sharp nod of his head, “doing something…strange.”

All three of them turned to see Tim, standing in the middle of a group of men. He was laughing softly, tilting his head flirtatiously as he exchanged banter with a tall man in a tailored suit. His hand rested lightly on the man's arm, his expression full of coy amusement.

“Is Tim… flirting?” Dick asked, disbelief coloring his voice.

Jason choked on his drink. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Drake is imitating Father,” Damian observed flatly, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and intrigue. “Poorly.”

“What the hell is he doing?” Jason hissed, leaning forward as if he could will Tim to stop.

“Let’s go find out,” Dick said, striding forward with Jason and Damian reluctantly following.

Tim was now in full playboy mode, leaning against the bar as another man approached him, smiling broadly.

“Well, Mr. Wayne, you certainly know how to keep the room alive,” the man said with a wink.

Tim gave him a slow, appreciative once-over before flashing a grin. “Oh, I do my best. But I have to say, the room’s a lot more alive with you in it.”

The man chuckled, clearly enjoying the attention. “You’re a charmer, aren’t you?”

Tim shrugged, playing it off. “Comes with the territory.”

“God, he sounds exactly like Bruce,” Jason groaned as they approached.

Before they could intervene, Tim caught sight of his brothers and smiled. “Ah, there they are, my dearest family. Gentlemen,” he gestured toward the others, “if you’ll excuse me, my brotherly duties call.”

As he joined them, Dick raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

Tim shrugged nonchalantly. “Just channeling my inner Bruce. You know, charm, charisma… a little harmless flirting.”

Jason looked like he wanted to punch something. “Harmless? Those guys were ready to take you home.”

Tim smirked. “That was the point, Jason. I can’t let Bruce have all the fun.”

Damian looked at him with a deadpan expression. “This is both disturbing and pathetic. You are not Father.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Damian,” Tim replied dryly. “It’s all in good fun.”

Jason crossed his arms. “Bruce doesn’t flirt with guys at these things.”

Tim blinked. “Why not? A Wayne is a Wayne, right?”

Dick shook his head, chuckling despite himself. “Tim, you’re going to give Bruce a heart attack.”

“Or Alfred,” Damian added grimly.

“Well, it’s not like they’ll care,” Tim said, waving it off. “Besides, I think I’m doing pretty well, don’t you think?”

Before anyone could respond, Bruce appeared behind them, his usual easy smile plastered on his face. “Doing well at what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the sudden gathering of his sons.

Tim froze for a second before recovering. “Oh, just…making sure everyone’s having a good time.”

Bruce glanced at the group of men that had been surrounding Tim earlier, then back at his son, his eyes narrowing just slightly. “I see.”

Jason snickered under his breath, but Bruce didn’t react. Instead, he placed a firm hand on Tim’s shoulder. “A little advice, Tim,” he said smoothly. “Flirting with the entire room isn’t as easy as it looks. Trust me.”

Tim grinned. “Oh, I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

Bruce’s expression remained neutral, but his eyes glimmered with amusement. “Just be careful. The Wayne charm can be… overwhelming.”

Tim’s smile widened. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As Bruce walked away, Damian muttered, “You should stop this before it gets worse.”

Jason nodded in agreement. “Yeah, before one of those guys tries to follow you home.”

Tim laughed, but there was a slight flush to his cheeks. “Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll tone it down.”

Dick grinned, clapping Tim on the back. “At least you didn’t crash and burn. But next time, maybe leave the flirting to Bruce.”

Tim sighed dramatically. “Fine. You guys are no fun.”

As they walked back into the party, the Batfamily exchanged relieved glances. Tim might have taken the joke too far, but at least Gotham's newest Wayne wasn’t planning on stealing Bruce’s playboy persona for good.

Or, at least, they hoped not.