Tim Drake oneshots

(11) New Persona

The gala at the Hall of Justice was still buzzing with excitement when chaos erupted. In an instant, the lights flickered, and the screens around the room lit up with the familiar face of the Joker, cackling with glee. "Good evening, Gotham! Or should I say, Good evening, my little birdie?"

The Batfamily snapped into action, but before they could respond, Tim Drake-who had been the life of the party just moments ago-found himself engulfed in a cloud of green smoke. The next thing he knew, he was surrounded by colorful, chaotic decorations in a makeshift hideout, the Joker's laughter echoing in the background.

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"Timmy! Welcome to the show!" the Joker exclaimed, a wild grin plastered across his face as he bounded toward the younger hero. "I've missed you, buddy! How about we spice things up for our dear audience?"

"What do you want, Joker?" Tim replied, trying to mask his annoyance with bravado. "This isn't exactly how I planned to spend my evening."

"Oh, I think you'll find it rather entertaining!" the Joker declared, grabbing a microphone. He turned to a nearby camera, his smile widening. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest tonight-Red Robin! And I must say, he looks rather dashing. Don't you think?"

Tim smirked, playing along. "I must admit, the décor is a bit tacky, but I can work with it. I've always been good at improvising."

The Joker feigned a gasp, dramatically clutching his chest. "Oh, Timmy! Tacky? This is high art! But I must say, you're looking particularly handsome tonight. How about a little flirtation to brighten the mood?"

"Flirtation? With you?" Tim laughed, shrugging nonchalantly. "I'm flattered, but I have to draw the line somewhere. You're just not my type."

"Ohhh, that's cold!" the Joker exclaimed, throwing his hands up in mock despair. "But I'll take it! You know, they say opposites attract. You and I could make quite the dynamic duo."

"Yeah, right," Tim replied, rolling his eyes. "You'd be more of a liability than anything else. Besides, I prefer my partners a little less psychotic."

As the Joker launched into an over-the-top monologue, Tim used the opportunity to glance at the nearby monitor. On screen, the Batfamily was scrambling to locate him. He could see Bruce's stern expression and Jason's fury as they struggled to come up with a plan to rescue him.

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Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice, Jason Todd was pacing like a caged animal, frustration etched on his face. "We've got to get Tim back. He's flirting with the Joker on live TV! What the hell is he thinking?"

"Calm down, Jason," Barbara said, trying to soothe him. "We'll come up with a plan. Tim knows what he's doing-he's just trying to get under the Joker's skin."

"Get under his skin? He's flirting with him! Flirting! This isn't some game, Babs!" Jason shot back, his anger bubbling to the surface. "The Joker doesn't play fair, and he's not going to let Tim walk away from this."

"I know that," she replied firmly. "But right now, we need to focus. Tim's smart; he can handle himself."

Back in the Joker's hideout, the madman was still going strong. "You're just so cute when you're sassy! But tell me, Timmy, if you had to choose-who's more fun to flirt with, me or your Batfamily?"

"Honestly? It's like comparing apples to oranges," Tim quipped. "One's a fruit, and the other is just rotten. But if I had to choose, I'd say I prefer flirting with people who don't want to kill me."

"Touché!" the Joker cackled, clearly enjoying the banter. "But I'm not just here for the banter, my dear Robin! I want to see just how far you can take this flirtation! Let's give the audience a real show!"