Tim Drake oneshots

Beauty Among Gods

Title: Beauty Among Gods

"Stay focused," Bruce instructed, his voice low and serious. "We’re here to negotiate peace between the gods and their followers. This isn’t a social call."

Tim nodded, trying to shake off the butterflies in his stomach. Yet, as they approached the majestic gates of Olympus, he could feel eyes on him. Not just any eyes—hungry, appraising gazes that made him feel both powerful and vulnerable.

As they entered the grand hall, the gods were gathered, a riot of colors and power radiating from each divine figure. It didn't take long for their attention to turn toward Tim. Whispers floated through the air, admiration mixed with awe.

"He’s more radiant than any mortal," one god murmured, his golden hair shimmering in the light. “Look at him!”

Tim felt his face heat up as several gods leaned forward, their expressions filled with longing. A particularly striking deity, with tousled hair and a chiseled jaw, stepped closer. “Who is this exquisite creature?” he asked, his voice smooth and alluring. “Surely, you must be one of Aphrodite’s gifts.”

Before Tim could respond, another god interjected. “He is a jewel among mortals. I would have him as my consort!” The proposal sent ripples of agreement through the room, and Tim felt the weight of their desires pressing down on him.

“What’s happening?” Bart whispered to Cassie, who stood beside him. “Are they actually fighting over him?”

Cassie rolled her eyes, trying to maintain her composure. “It looks that way. They really need to chill.”

A feminine voice cut through the din. “Oh, how lovely!” A goddess with flowing silver hair and sparkling eyes approached, her gaze softening as she looked at Tim. “He would make such a fine son, don’t you think? Imagine the beauty he could produce!”

Tim’s eyes widened in horror at the thought. “I’m not here to entertain anyone!” he blurted, trying to inject some authority into his voice. “I’m here for business, not matchmaking.”

The gods paused, surprise etched on their faces. The golden-haired god laughed lightly, clearly unfazed. “How delightful! A mortal with spirit! It only makes you more appealing, little one.”

“Don’t call me ‘little,’” Tim shot back, irritation flaring. “I’m not a prize to be won. I’m part of the Justice League, and I have a mission.”

“Justice League?” The goddess tilted her head, intrigued. “Surely, even gods have their amusements. What could be more entertaining than watching you navigate our world?”

Before he could reply, Bruce stepped forward, his authoritative presence commanding attention. “We’re not here for games or consorts. We need your help to maintain peace. There are real issues at stake.”

The other gods exchanged glances, and Tim seized the moment. “If you truly wish to support your mortal allies, then assist us in our mission. Show us the respect we deserve.”

The golden-haired god arched an eyebrow. “Respect? For mortals?”

“Yes,” Tim asserted, his voice growing stronger. “If you want us as allies, treat us as such. We didn’t come here to be your entertainment or your property.”

For a moment, silence reigned, the gods clearly taken aback by the audacity of this mortal. Then, the goddess smiled, a warm, approving expression. “Well said, young one. Perhaps there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

As the atmosphere shifted, the other gods began to nod in agreement, their initial intentions giving way to a newfound respect. “Very well, mortal,” the golden-haired god said, a hint of amusement in his tone. “We will assist you. But know that you have intrigued us, and we may yet seek your company in more… social settings.”

Tim exhaled, relieved yet still wary. “Let’s just stick to the mission for now.”

As they moved forward with their negotiations, Tim felt a sense of triumph mingled with exhaustion. He had held his ground against divine beings and emerged with his dignity intact. Perhaps, amidst the chaos of godly desire, he could forge real alliances after all.

Just as he was about to turn back to his teammates, Bart leaned over and whispered, “You know, you could have just winked at them and got what you wanted.”

Tim rolled his eyes, a faint smile breaking through his earlier tension. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”