Bruce opened his eyes and after a moment of blurry images he saw blood all over the floor. Panic set in as his mind raced to figure out where it came from. He turned in circles but stopped suddenly when he saw a limp figure on a bloody pile near a corner, looking like they were half alive. After a second, he came to the horrifying realization that it wasn't just someone but his sidekick. "Oscar!" Bruce yelled as he hurried over to him. "Oscar what happened?" He reaches for the boy but to his surprise the boy jerked away from him viciously and tried pathetically to crawl away. "Don't touch me." Oscar rasped out. Bruce reached for him again, not wanting the boy to just die from being stubborn. When he flipped Oscar over despite useless and weak retaliation Bruce physically leaned back. The boy's face was all but a mush of blood, bruises, and swelling. He couldn't even see his eyes from how swelled he was. To his surprise Oscar threw a punch and it landed on Bruce's cheek bone. It stung but wasn't strong enough to be anything but a distraction. When he looked back Oscar was crawling away, his legs looking like they were heavily twisted or even broken. Then, as Bruce looked down he saw blood covering his fists. It didn't take long to piece together. The two were alone. Bruce did this to him.

Tim used to talk a lot. He used to love to talk. When did he stop talking? When had he become quiet? When did he stop feeling comfortable talking to Bruce and Dick? He didn't have to think long before it was supplied helpfully by his brain. Oh, right. That's why. ////// OR! Tim learns to shut up so he doesn't love Batman and Nightwing.

Jason Todd loved the Robin uniform. He really did. The cape? Iconic. Dramatic. It flared just right when he jumped, snapped in the wind like it was alive, like it knew it was important. The shirt fit him perfectly-tight enough to make him feel strong, loose enough to move. The gloves were awesome, actually. Flexible, grippy, made his hands feel like weapons. What the Robin uniform did not do-what it absolutely, criminally failed at-was keeping him warm. !!!!!!!!!! Or: Jason Todd is freezing on patrol and gets a concussion.

From the streets of Gotham to the skies over Metropolis, this story follows the extraordinary journey of Nora Kent-half-Kryptonian, fully heroic-and Damian Wayne, Gotham's unyielding Robin. What begins as an unlikely partnership to save their fathers from dangerous foes grows into a deep, unbreakable friendship, forged through peril, laughter, and the smallest of shared moments: caring for a mischievous cat named Grumpy. Through years of missions, kryptonite experiments, and quiet moments of vulnerability, Nora and Damian navigate the delicate balance of trust, responsibility, and heart. From saving cities to stealing cakes before New Year's, from quiet hospital vigils to playful banter on the Watchtower, their bond evolves into something neither expected but both secretly crave. This is a story of courage, loyalty, and love that defies expectations-a tale where heroes fight side by side, hearts collide, and even the smallest lives leave the biggest marks.

DC Series Book One "No don't..." But her arms go up and the mesmerizing portals appear. Through the portal closest to them, the boys can see grass and park benches where concrete and pavement should be. She jumps through and as she does, the portal in front of them collapses. Off in the distance, where the park is, Tim can see her running away, dark hair flying in the wind. "Real smooth Drake." Damian says, striding towards me. "Should've asked for her number while you were at it." --- "Phantom? That's the name you're going with?" "It's a hell of a lot cooler than Robin." She snaps back at him. "Robin was not a name that I..." Tim grabs Damian by his cape as he marches toward her. "Be nice to the guests Damian." Alfred says in a tired voice, interrupting Damian's rant. "Bite me." He snarls at Ria. --- Dabria Tran has lived in Gotham City her whole life. First as a nurtured, well looked after baby, then as an orphaned, forgotten child and now as a desperate, impulsive teenager. At the ripe age of eighteen, Ria is on the streets, fending for herself and dealing with powers she can barely control. It is while on patrol that Tim Drake and Damian Wayne spot this camouflaged girl of the night and try to stop her as she breaks into a local convenience store, not to steal the cash but the food. After obsessively tracking her for a week, Tim finally catches up with her, finding her holed up in an abandoned building with another younger girl she is trying to care for. Bruce Wayne doesn't hesitate to take them in, but Ria's mistrust of them leads to tension in the house. Her powers are dangerous, volatile and no matter how hard Tim tries, he can't get her to open up to him. As Ria's shadowed past slowly catches up with her, the Bat Family finally realizes that they have no idea what kind of forces they're dealing with. Tim Drake Fanfic DC Fanfic Highest Ranking Given: #15 in Tim Drake #92 in Drake #123 in Batfamily #299 in DC

[Book 2; The Bandit Series] *you do not need to read the other books in the series* "But, I'm your favourite , right?" "Damn straight." DOVE| In which two people meet on a roof, or, in which a girl gives a boy dove chocolates. Tim Drake x Fem!OC Warning: Swearing, drugs, violence, etc. I do NOT own DC, BUT I do OWN my own characters and ideas.

Tony Stark's daughter is lost in Gotham with no way of getting home and a certain Batfamily trying to adopt her. This was bad. Her thoughts were hard to make out with the pain in her head. The last thing she remembered clearly was the stage and then Harley and Peter trying to grab for her. Something had to happen in between then and now, that led her to being dropped on a rooftop. She padded her pockets down and cursed when she realized she didn't have her phone. Any chance of using the emergency credit card she kept slipped inside the case was lost with it. Only her Stark Watch remained, though severely cracked. When she touched its screen, nothing happened. She'd need to find another way to get in touch with her family. Fic updated more frequently on AO3 under If Souls Return (Then Tell Them I Say Hi) by InspirKEN Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/search?work_search%5Bquery%5D=inspirken

Tim had a lot of things to think about but first things first: He had to sneeze BAD. Second: He had a concussion and Dick was drugged and they had both been kidnapped. But he REALLY needed to sneeze. ////OR Tim Drake is 16 and sleep deprived on the wrong week when he as Robin and Dick as Nightwing are kidnapped and it's up to Tim's last two awake brain cells, and that neuron that ate Dick's crappy cooking when he was 13, to get them out of the pickle.

What happens when a girl off the streets of Gotham is saved by a Robin with a promise to keep? Lyla has been alone most of life. She's never had family or responsibilities to ties her down. But as she's getting older life is getting harder, until one night sh get shot. Jason's been Robin for a few years now but part of him will always be a street kid. Years ago he made a promise to a scared little girl. A promise to protect her. A promise he failed to keep. Inspiration from: young justice, under the red hood animated movie, and titans as well as some elements from to many years of reading fan fic for these characters.

It had taken three hours to trace the bullet. Three hours to hunt. Three hours to find him. It took less for Tim to decide to flip the killing switch on OR//// Tim Drake finds his parents dead and goes kinda crazy.