I was hit with a sudden urge to write a fic with Damian and Tim, what it would be like if Damian was forced to comfort the other. The Universe Tim came back from that he mentions in the fic, is future’s end.
Robin swings through Gotham until he lands on a lonely rooftop. At least, that’s what he thought until he spots a form sitting on the otherside. He frowns and stalks over to the figure. It’s Red Robin. “Tt. Slacking off Red?”
I wrote this for bunnydistrict as a thank-you gift~ She gave me the prompt of DickTim and a love letter.
When Tim arrives home from work, he loosens his tie and slips off his shoes at the door. His day had been full of long, dull meetings. He’s honestly relieved to be home. He slowly pads his way to his bedroom and on his way there he spots foreign runners kicked off haphazardly in the hall. They make him stop in his tracks for a moment before he sighs and shakes his head. Despite his exasperation at his visitor, there is a fond smile tugging at his lips.