That year finishes out without any more of the sudden departures that signal his family attacking. The voyage around the Mediterranean finishes with two long, beautiful weeks in Greece, white sand and paradise, Ra’s’ hand at the small of his back and sliding up the line of his throat. Tim sits at the large picture windows that overlook the sea in the room he and Ra’s share at the villa, wondering if maybe, just maybe, Ra’s had actually managed to throw Bruce off the trail. Surely his family would be taking advantage of the building’s lack of fortification, its extensive vulnerabilities, to come and get him otherwise?
The next year passes, and there are no attempts. Three years. Four. Tim has long since realized the truth: they’re not coming.He kisses Ra’s with a smile, straps on his swords and knives, and goes to get them, instead. He can ask Ra’s for anything and receive it, and his Beloved has only asked for this.
(Sequel Two to Barcelona)
Tim’s weight is back up to healthy levels, and he’s sleeping more than two or three hours a night again. He’s smiling easier than he has since he was fifteen, talking easier, laughing easier. His skills haven’t degraded a bit for his captivity, either – in fact, they’ve improved by leaps and bounds. Ra’s had several League members train and teach him, Tim said, and Ra’s played strategy games with him regularly: an effort to keep him from getting too bored or feeling too trapped while still keeping him under guard. It hadn’t helped, apparently, but Tim wouldn’t turn down the chance to improve. He’s reaching out to his brothers again, bonding with them over the systematic destruction of the League’s bases worldwide. Life is good.
Tim is happy to be home. Bruce is grateful to have him safe and sound again.
But it leaves the worst taste in his mouth to realize Ra’s al Ghul had taken better care of his son those months than Bruce has done in years.
(Sequel One to Barcelona)
They’re in an open air market in Barcelona, Spain in the middle of a hot summer’s day when Ra’s winds one arm around Tim’s waist and pulls him back against his chest. Tim just rolls his eyes and allows it. It’s been over half a year his kidnapping; he’s had time to get used to these things – a proprietary hand on the small of his back, fingers brushing overly-long hair out of his face, a body warm against his in bed. Tim had fought it all at first, of course, but it had been made very clear that he wasn’t getting away on his own, and Ra’s was, unfortunately, extremely charming, wonderfully intelligent, and an engaging conversationalist. After seven months, it was easier just to enjoy the man’s company.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth,” Ra’s murmured into Tim’s ear. His voice, like auditory chocolate, rich and deep, made a shiver run down the teenager’s spine despite himself. That was another thing that had become distressingly harder to ignore lately – just how damned attractive the pseudo-immortal was. Tim glanced up at Ra’s, an eyebrow raised pointedly. He refused to show that he was effected.
“Next thing you know, you’ll be asking me to trust you,” he drawled wryly. Ra’s smirked back down at him, just as amused.
“I’ve put far too much effort into successfully caging you to destroy you now, Detective.”
Tim couldn’t argue with that, not with sweat pricking under the thick metal bands circling each of his wrists. For all that they looked like decoration – silver and inlayed gold in intricately wrought designs, glittering in the Spanish sunlight, unmarred by even a single visible seam – the electronics inside of them will taze him into unconsciousness for days if he leaves the radius Ra’s has set for him. He knows. He’s tried.
It’s a gilded cage, full of light silks, soft linens, gorgeous weapons to practice and train with, rooms full of books. Anything Tim could possibly ask for is his, as long as he isn’t asking for his freedom. The decadence doesn’t make the cage any less apparent.
His family has to be getting close again by now, though. This apparent pleasure voyage around the Mediterranean on Ra’s’ yacht had been too sudden for it to be anything but an attempt to evade them without continuing to change bases every few days. Tim hasn’t lost hope yet, not when he knows they’ve almost succeeded a few times before. If nothing else, Bruce won’t accept being beaten.
“Close your eyes,” Ra’s tells him again, and Tim wants to hate him a little for the way he sounds like an indulgent – Tim takes a second to pick the right word, unwilling to accede to the first choices (husband, lover) that come to mind before settling on suitor. Ra’s sounds like an indulgent suitor. Tim gives Ra’s one last, narrow look, then sighs dramatically and faces forward again.
“If you put anything disgusting in my mouth, I’m going to make tonight very unpleasant for you,” Tim warned, finally allowing his eyes to fall closed. His arm came up to rest against the one around his waist, the confirmation of Ra’s grip reassuring. Tim hates Ra’s for that a little, too. Ra’s quiet chuckle rumbles against his back.
“I would never. How would ever I fall asleep without your cold feet tucked under my legs?” Something rounded with smooth, fibrous skin pressed against Tim’s mouth. “Bite.”
Grasping Ra’s wrist with his free hand to stop it from moving, Tim leaned in and obeyed. Bright flavor exploded across his senses, sweet and tart and just slightly citrusy. Mango. He hummed his approval, swallowed and pulled Ra’s wrist in so he could have another taste.
Across the marketplace, Bruce watched Tim lounge back against the Demon’s Head, looking relaxed and comfortable tangled so intimately in the man’s arms as he was fed. Ra’s leaned in closer to say something into Tim’s ear that made him smile and tilt his chin up to look over his shoulder, eyes fluttering open. It made something in Bruce’s chest ache to see it: Tim hadn’t looked quite that content in a long time.
And as he lifted his hand to contact the others, Bruce abruptly didn’t know if he was going to order an attack…
Or a retreat.
[A.B.O] The Curious Case of Timothy Drake
Rating: mostly SFW with a NSFW bit at the end
Pairing: Ra’s al Ghul/Timothy Drake
Notes: [see Ties That Bind Info post] Tim’s story. The first scene takes place after this paragraph in TTB. Aside from that, reading TTB is not strictly necessary, but might be helpful. I AM STILL ON HIATUS FROM FIC, but I wanted to post this as a pat-on-the-back-to-myself for almost finishing my entire paper in a day.
Summary: Tim wasn’t expecting to wind up bonded to a villain, much less one he’s basically in a never ending cycle of kiss-and-diss with, but it happened, and he…is handling it surprisingly well.
I’ve been on ra’stim withdrawal and oh go di can’t i ship my babies s hip ship ship ship ship ship ship
Q:Ra's/Tim 10. Truth or Dare? Plus, can I just say that the Amnesia snippet sounds so awesome! I love it when Tim breaks away from the family or tells them how crappily he was treated, and the fact that he joined up with Ra's is just the icing on the cake! Also, sassy, mean Tim's are the best kind of Tim's. <3
Aw, shit, anon. This is like. Crap, you don’t even know how much I adore this pairing. Like – if I were to list my favorite pairings out for you it’d go JasonTim, Ra’sTim, RoyTim, BruceTim (sorry B, you’re just a really big ass sometimes/all the time). Man. I suck at writing it, but it’s one of my OTP’s *sob*
I don’t really have a story for this but I just kind of see this scene where -
Well, you know how these two are always just sassing each other and outwitting each other and stuff? I mean, their banter! Just! Gah!!
Anyway. I just picture this thing where they have this deal -
Either one of them can ask, “Truth?” from each other. It’s a sort of respect/privilege they’ve earned from each other. Um. Like -
“I would like to ask,” Ra’s begins, slight static from the earpiece, as Tim watches the ambulance speed away. “Did you not intend for that blow to land in the first place? Why bother calling for the paramedics, when it was your intent to injure to that degree?”
Tim is quiet for a moment before answering – “I don’t know.”
“I did say truth.” Tim closes his eyes, sighs.
“I wanted him to hurt.” It feels a little bitter to say – “I wanted him to know what he’s done. I wanted him to feel sorry for it, I wanted him to see the consequences of his actions. To not forget them. Not ever.”
And then there are times when they sometimes do favors for each other – and call them in. Like, maybe Tim would quietly distract Bruce for a bit and let Ra’s get a slight head start out of a country, and Tim would call in that favor. Like, he’d say – Truth, or Dare? Kind of jokingly, but what he really means is, may I ask a question and get full honesty or should I request a favor instead?
Then there would be one night – where Tim inadvertently, on purpose, saves Ra’s life. And Ra’s is just giving him the most unreadable look ever – and Tim just joking coughs out, before he blacks out – “Truth or dare?”
And then when he wakes up, Ra’s is there and he just gives Tim this look – “I would ask the truth of you, Detective. Why did you save my life? You know that no mortal injury could fell me for long.”
Then Tim would just try to dodge around it, before ultimately admitting that -
“I can’t let anyone else die.” Not for me. Not because of my stupidity. I can’t watch any more people I care for die.
Which is basically the equivalent of Tim admitting that he has feelings for Ra’s. And.
There you have it.
Q:Any chance you could do some Ra's and Tim with 13 (apocalypse) if you don't feel like doing/can't think of anything for apocalypse, any of the other options are fine too! Thanks so much for doing this whole thing, it's lovely to get short snippets of all these different things, they're simultaneously angsty and hilarious! :p
I just want to take the oppertunity to say that your url makes me think of social justice blogger Jason Todd lol.
God, I just can’t help but think that Ra’s WOULD BE RIGHT about the world going to shit and Tim would be so pissed about it. Like. I can’t believe you were right, but you are, and god fucking damn it I hate it when you’re right. And Ra’s would be preening and smug about it, but at the same time trying to save the planet, yo. Cuz that’s how he rolls.
I just picture all these shenanigans where Tim is acting as Ra’s physical hands in the world, trying to bring it to order and stuff. And along the way, like in RR, Tim and Ra’s have witty banter.
And I think at first, Tim would be resistant? Like, he’d try doing things a different way and disobey Ra’s just because he feels he should, but then he’d come to a realization that his actions aren’t helping anyone and that Ra’s way is really the best available option?
So Tim would start to begin to understand Ra’s rationale and stuff, to the point where he can sort of anticipate Ra’s will on his own and just…starts acting in Ra’s interests without being told to?
I think that Gotham would still be standing, the stubborn city that she is – but I think B would be dead, at this point. B and the Commissioner, and some others. But the Bats would still be there, along with a lot of the other heroes, still stubbornly fighting onwards and resisting any change towards Ra’s.
So there’d be this juxtaposition between Tim and Ra’s, and the people Tim used to work with. Ultimately, though the fic would diverge – where Tim would fade out of the superhero scene, permanently, to work at Ra’s side.
Because the superheroes, are just that, super. They’re fighting criminals and there’s still the big bad guys in the world who don’t care if the world is post apocalyptic – but what Tim and Ra’s are doing is helping the common people. Like, moving people into new housing, diverting and distributing resources, dispensing medical aide, setting up and supporting fragile ecosystems and defending them. Stuff like that. Basically repairing the damage after the fights.
So while Tim does still fight and do stuff like that, he’s also on a level much closer to that of the average citizen.
Like, the last scene could be a big crisis-style fight, where all the superheroes and stuff go in for one last battle royale, and Tim just goes, No. Then he turns and faces Ra’s people and starts giving them orders to help the civilians and start getting ready for damage control and stuff.
Like. Yeah. There you go. *shrugs*
Snake, Bird, Dead
Title: Snake, Bird, Dead
A/N: I…somehow it turned into this weird…thing?
“The prisoner doesn’t care who makes his bail.”
Snippet: He doesn’t look back so much as he sets the damn bridge on fire and smiles as he listens to it fall.
Rating: SFW, implied sexual content
Notes: Again, a drabble. Anything that is in English and starts with the letter ‘p’ is a drabble in this series.
smacked in the ass by puberty
fjaksdfas aaaaaaaaaaaaah! I just love this verse, it’s just like UGH.
So good. Just. FJDKF:SD.
I ship these two so much it’s probably not even healthy but if i go to hell for it i’m dragging you all down with me kicking and screaming
1. 2 a.m.
“Beloved?” Tim’s voice was acidly sweet as he paced his apartment. “Is there a reason your ninja broke into the manor at two in the morning today?”
“I’m sure I don’t have-” Ra’s began, and Tim cut him off.
“Alfred caught them, don’t even try to deny it.” He cocked his head up at…
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP
IDEK i’m gonna ramble out a thing for hearts because she wants ra’stim
valentine’s day fluff i guess i wrote this in like 5 minutes sorry hearts
HAPPY EARLY LUPERCALIA TO ME THEN
SPREAD THE SHIP
SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP
what do i call you anyway
miss motherfuckignazgul is kind of long
do i shorten that
how do i shorten that
30 Ra’s/Tim Drabbles
Dedication:les-eaux 8D Thank you for waiting!
Someday, Tim thinks, when he is brave enough, when it doesn’t matter anymore – he will stand. He will stand, shadows dragging out long behind him, and take his place next to Ra’s.
Not now, not tomorrow, but perhaps the day after that. Or the day after that – and he will look Ra’s in the eye.
He will say yes.
30 Ra’s/Tim Drabbles
A/N: I HAD A CRAVING it is not yet satisfied
The Detective never looks away, not once. Unflinching, unyielding, unashamed – it is both pleasing and comforting, amusing, in its own way.
“Eyes on me, Detective.” The boy smiles, and something of it reaches his eyes.