Tim Drake riding the concussion train (his name is Gerald because Tim is 190% over him) and Timmy just going on and on and on about his love for his family members. And some of the JL and the Titans and just so much love. Tim Drake loves people. And Gerald made him tell everyone that. Concussed Tim Drake swinging around Gotham looking for Superman to tell him that he really respects him. I mean, I just really love Tim Drake and you do him such justice. So I guess I’m asking if you’d write this?

iphoenixrising:

Lol, hi babe. I wrote something but it’s kind of short because it’s late and I have to work in the morning (boo!!), but maybe this?

**

“Please,”
Steph gestures with a hand, “tell me more.”
The camera in her mask is getting all of this, and it is gold. O has to be laughing her ass off right now because Steph is
having a really, really hard
time not dying.

On the roof of the Wallstone, Red is half punch-drunk (because Gerald is about 50/50 on the concussion scale- still, no swinging
about twenty stories).

“A cow. He
adopted a cow. How
fucking adorable?
Really, Steph. Who keeps a cow? The kid that won’t admit he’s a little cinammon roll that might stab you in the kidneys.”

Steph covers a choking laugh up with a cough, but even with
Gerald, no, no, he knows she sees it.

“I should call Hood and N to come get you,” she laughs a little,
standing up to get on with patrol for the night. “I think you could use a
little support right about now.”

Red laughs, “you always have my back, no matter what. You
are the most selfless person ever, you know.”

She blinks behind the whiteouts, feels that rush of affection
for this crazy vigilante that changed her whole life. “I think you’re
mixed up, ex-boyfriend wonder,” and her tone is soft, full of old
affection. 

“Nah!” Red grins, pulling his grapple as he leans away from the
shadows. “I only hang out with the best people,” he shoots the line with a
grin and takes off into the night.

**

“You should ask him about it, I mean, he kicked
ass.”

Supes floats lazily beside the ledge where Red is swinging his
legs, a small grin on his face while listening to the rambling rendition of why Kon-El
is the most awesome dude to ever try and…well, dude.
(And this is why he hangs out with Robins- Dick on painkillers?
Jason with blood loss? Entertaining and cute at the same time).

“I definately will,” Clark assures, looking over his
shoulder, “are you sure I can’t call B or N for you?”

“It’s their night off,” Red argues mildly, “I’m good with
Gerald right now. He’s not the best company, but not the worst. The Perch isn’t
far anyway.”

Superman nods, hiding his wide grin, and holds up both hands in if
you say so. 

“No, really, Kon isn’t just my best friend, he’s such a good superhero,
C. I mean, just the best, okay?”

Supes hums and looks over at Red again, “he never ceases to
amaze me, you know. Considering how far he’s come, what kind of great things
he’s done. Who he’s become. I…I wasn’t there for him in the beginning. You already
know that, but I’m just- so relieved he’s giving me another chance. He’s
opening up more now.”

Red grins, swaying a little, “it’s a good thing.He’s one of those guys.
Never holds a grudge, you know? Well, it helps that you’re the type of guy
everyone can look up to, the real embodiment of a hero,
C. First time I met you as Robin was like the second best
fanboy moment of my life.”

Blinking, Superman turns just enough to face Red, the normally
staunch young vigilante with open admiration in his tone.

“One of the best parts of being in the life,” Red continues,
staring off into the dark and dangerous Gotham night, “was being able to work
with you sometimes. I mean, I respect you, always did. Being Robin meant I
could try to be like you in a way, protecting people I don’t know, I don’t owe
anything to.”

“You’re
one of the best,” Red’s whiteouts turn to him, “everything everyone in the
community says is true. There’s no one else I would trust one hundred percent
other than Superman.”

And
to hear a Bat admit that (outloud) makes Superman dip just slightly as his
concentration slips, but one hand wraps around Red’s wrist gently while the
alien grins even wider.

**

“Nope!
Totally good over here, thanks anyway.”

The
wind rushes, burns the lower half of his face with the cold.

“I am
far from convinced!” Diana huffs, flying to keep up with the obviously somewhat
compromised vigilante. When she had accepted Cassie’s request to just make a
quick stop and check on their bird on her way to Star City, she had believed
this would be a simply matter.

Now
she’s trying to keep up with a concussed vigilante.

Not
how she saw the night progressing.

“I
can contact N for you—“

A
hand gestures while he arches his body up sharply to make the next roof, “Perch
is over there! I’m seriously fine, Di.”

She
lights down on the roof with him and finally shows him the tall to-go cup in
hand. Red goes completely, utterly still.

“Is
that for me?” He asks in a low, dangerous tone.

“Extra
large, two shots of espresso, and caramel flavoring,” Di returns with an arched
brow. She wiggles the large cup enticingly.

“You,”
Red breathes, “are a Goddess,” and takes the cup with obvious reverence because,
well, coffee…

Di
snorts on a laugh.

“No
seriously,” Red returns between satisfying drinks, “who else would take a half
a century away from, I don’t know, being a princess to defend the world from
baddies.” Red flips an index finger, wiggling it at her while chugging more.

Di
smiles faintly, her face warming up in the chilly night. “What young men give
up a majority of their lives to live in a mask and do the same?”

Red
laughs a little, “the ones that take from your example.”

**

“Are
you sure you should be out right now?”

Kon
and Bart are giving him that dubious look. C’mon. He’s been at this game for a
minute or so. Here, take a pill.

“Gerald
is seriously the best one yet,” Red assures, dangling upside down, line wrapped
around a boot. He’s got the timer going, already beating his old lock picking
time by about three and half seconds.

“If
you don’t want to go back to the Tower, we can totally call Nightwing or Hood,”
Bart waves a hand absently, speed tapping his foot.

“Nah,
those two are getting a night off they deserve. Seriously.”

“Then
we’ll just keep you company for a while.” Kon floats down to perch on the fire
escape, smiling faintly while Bart stands idly in the corner.

“Of
course you would,” Red returns absently, “that’s just the kind of heroes you
two are.”

Bart
and Kon blink at one another.

“I
mean,” ha, next round, “I’ve met a ton of cool people since I’ve been in the
cape. Vigilante-ing and shit, you know. In all that time, you two are the ones
that never give up on people. I’ve done some shitty things, and here you both
are, right?”

Kon
straightens slightly, “hey, man, we’re friends. We’ve been through a lot
together—“

“The
year I was gone, looking for B? No one else believed he was alive. They all
thought I was just having a psychotic breakdown.” The whiteout turn from the
empty warehouse door, “you two are the only ones that didn’t give up on me. That
is more than friendship, Kon. That’s faith.”

“Tim—“
Bart starts softly.

“Hear
me out,” Red goes back to beating his old time, “I’m a Bat. I’m naturally suspicious, always anticipating the next step.
It is what it is. I have to have evidence
before I can put trust in something. But you two—you two put your whole heart into everything. You go balls to
the wall to protect, to fight. That…that takes more courage than anything I’ve ever done and that includes my take-Ra’s-down Wednesdays.”

“Thanks,
man,” Kon looks away, blinking rapidly, the smile on his face wide in the
fading moonlight.

“Ditto,”
Bart crouches, puts himself on Tim’s level, “good thing we’re chill with you
then. Give you a good example to follow Mister Seeing-Is-Believing.”

Red
laughs when he makes it four seconds
faster. When he does, the line around his boot starts hauling him back up to the roof.

“So, we’re calling Dick and Jason, right?” Bart glances over at Kon, his cheeks still slightly red from the obvious praise.

“Oh yeah, they’re going to want to see this,” Kon replies with a grin. A flash of light is Bart gone and Kon floats lazily up to the roof- just to make sure Red stays in place long enough for the other Bats to arrive.