Tim Drake oneshots

(2) New Persona

Wayne Manor was quiet, save for the low hum of the Batcomputer in the background. Tim Drake-Wayne sat comfortably in the Batcave, legs propped up on the console, tapping away at a few keys as he brought up mission reports from the Justice League. A gala had been fun, but tonight? Tonight, he had an entirely different plan.

He smirked to himself. After his success—or so he thought—at the Wayne gala, it was time to test his new persona on a larger scale. Why stop at Gotham’s elite when there were so many interesting personalities in the Justice League?

He knew it was risky. Bruce would kill him if this went south, but Tim figured it would be a laugh, if nothing else.

Just as he finished reviewing the League’s current mission roster, a voice echoed in the cave. “Master Tim, I trust you’re not planning anything… untoward?”

Tim turned to see Alfred standing at the top of the stairs, arms folded.

Tim grinned sheepishly. “Would I ever, Alfred?”

Alfred raised a brow. “Given your recent behavior at the Wayne gala, I would say it is within the realm of possibility.”

Tim sighed dramatically. “Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad. I had fun!”

“Yes, but your brothers were mortified, and Master Bruce seemed less than thrilled,” Alfred remarked, though his expression betrayed amusement.

Tim shrugged. “Okay, maybe. But this time will be different. The League won’t even see it coming.”

Alfred’s brow furrowed slightly. “And what, exactly, do you intend to do?”

Tim’s grin widened. “Just a little harmless flirting. You know, keeping things interesting.”

Alfred sighed deeply, muttering something under his breath about “boys and their ridiculous ideas,” but he didn’t stop Tim. Instead, he merely said, “Do try not to embarrass yourself—or the family, for that
matter."

Tim stretched, stood up from the Batcomputer, and threw on his jacket. "Don’t worry, Alfred. I’ve got this under control."

Alfred gave him a pointed look. “I will not dignify that with a response. Please try to refrain from dragging the Wayne name through the mud.” He turned, making his way back up the stairs.

Tim grinned to himself, already plotting his approach. He had seen Bruce slip into his playboy persona in all kinds of social situations, even at League meetings. How hard could it be?

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A few hours later, Tim arrived at the Watchtower. The League had gathered for a debrief after a mission. Bruce, Diana, Clark, and a few others were seated around the large conference table, going over logistics and cleanup.

Tim strolled in confidently, adopting a casual, easy-going demeanor, like he had at the gala. His first target was the one least likely to see it coming—Clark Kent.

“Hey, Tim,” Clark greeted with a friendly smile as Tim approached. “Didn’t expect to see you here. How’s everything back in Gotham?”

Tim flashed a playful grin. “Oh, you know, Gotham never sleeps. But it’s always a pleasure to run into the Man of Steel,” he said, emphasizing the title with a soft, appreciative tone. “How do you manage to look so good after saving the world? It’s a wonder.”

Clark blinked, a bit taken aback by the comment. “Uh… thanks?” He chuckled awkwardly, clearly not sure how to respond. “I guess it’s just… part of the job?”

Tim gave him an exaggerated once-over, smiling. “If you say so, but I’d bet there’s more to it than that. Kryptonian genetics, right? Or just you being you?”

Clark’s face reddened slightly, and he glanced around, unsure if he was being pranked. “I—uh—yeah, something like that.”

From across the room, Diana’s sharp gaze caught the interaction. She exchanged a look with Bruce, who had been monitoring Tim’s behavior with growing suspicion. Bruce’s jaw clenched, recognizing that Tim was up to his old tricks.

Before either of them could intervene, Tim had already zeroed in on his next target—Barry Allen, The Flash. Barry was talking to J’onn, but Tim smoothly inserted himself into the conversation.

“Barry!” Tim exclaimed, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. “Fastest man alive and you still somehow make time to look like you just stepped out of a fashion magazine.”

Barry blinked, mouth open, clearly unsure what to make of the comment. “Uh… thanks?”

Tim smiled, leaning in a little closer. “No, really. I don’t know how you manage it. Must be some kind of superpower. You look good, man. Ever think about moonlighting as a model?”

Barry stammered, “I—uh, no, I… haven’t really thought about it?”

J’onn, standing nearby, observed with a raised eyebrow but wisely remained silent. It was a scene unlike anything he had ever witnessed at a League meeting.

Bruce finally stood up from his seat, his voice low and dangerous. “Tim. A word. Now.”

Tim’s smirk faltered slightly, but he maintained his cool demeanor. “Oh, come on, Bruce. I’m just having a little fun.”

“I can see that,” Bruce said, his voice barely above a growl. “But this isn’t Gotham. And those aren’t a group of oblivious socialites.”

Tim glanced over at Clark, who was still red-faced and talking quietly with Diana, who looked like she was trying not to laugh. Barry was rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly bewildered. J’onn was silently observing with a hint of curiosity, while Arthur Curry had noticed the scene and was watching with amusement.

“I’m just keeping the mood light, Bruce,” Tim said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “You’re always so serious with the League. I figured they could use a little Wayne charm.”

Bruce stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “This isn’t a gala. These are your teammates—our teammates. And I don’t think Clark has ever been hit on so aggressively in his life.”

Tim bit his lip, holding back a laugh. “He’ll live.”

Bruce crossed his arms, clearly not amused. “You’re going to stop. Now.”

“Fine, fine,” Tim said, waving him off. “I’ll stop.”

As Bruce returned to the conference table, Tim sighed dramatically. “No one around here appreciates a little levity,” he muttered.

From behind him, a deep voice rumbled. “Perhaps because it’s so unexpected coming from you, Tim Drake-Wayne.”

Tim turned to see Diana approaching, a knowing smile on her face. “Flirting with the League?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Bold move.”

Tim chuckled nervously. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

Diana’s smile widened. “You certainly are. But be careful. We’re not as easily charmed as the people of Gotham.” She glanced back at Clark, who was still recovering from the encounter. “Though it seems you’ve already managed to fluster Superman.”

Tim laughed. “I guess I’ll take that as a win.”

Diana chuckled, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “Just be sure to keep Bruce out of the line of fire next time. He doesn’t take kindly to… distractions.”

With that, she walked away, leaving Tim standing there, still smirking. He had gotten under Bruce’s skin, ruffled Clark’s feathers, and even made Barry question his career choices. All in all, it had been a successful experiment.

But maybe he’d tone it down next time. Just a little.

Nah.