Tim Drake (Savior)

I promised myself it was a legacy I could turn away from when the time came...and emerge from the rising sun not as a bat...but as a Savior.

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

“And still...in the end, it did nothing to stop me from becoming what I was destined to become.”

❌Writer tag:#wkwnfic
❌#dcrp 18+
❌DMs Open
❌Actively seeking Mains and SLs
❌RLship: @Supergirllstdgh
❌ RT to save the multiverse

[Stephanie Brown |inactive| @MissBat3woman]

“See I knew @TimDrakeSavior, Pretty Boy.”

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman I’m dealing with here. Half-human, half-Kryptonian. All...I’d say confidence, but knowing this place it’s ramped up to arrogance. Blinding arrogance. I’m guessing magic and kryptonite are still his weaknesses?”

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

[STARTER for @MissBat3woman]

He leapt back into the Bleed. Frustrated. The Teen Titans had foiled him again. No matter how often he explained. He would have to return and adjust his methods. They needed to see the danger Jon presented.

The first sign of trouble —

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman “We have a version of him on my world. Kon-El, or Conner as he likes to be called. He is, was, one of my best friends.” It wasn’t fair to call someone that if you hadn’t spoken in a few years, but they had been. “I know what —

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman him like he was Salacious Crumb, so he doubted it. "Wow, you have no idea what you're missing. Anyways, it's not because you saved my life. I like you and I feel like I owe you. So I offered. No big deal." He shook his head.

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman "I do." He said it with as much conviction as a hungry man refusing dessert. Placing one hand on the car roof, he braced himself as she accelerated into the turn. "And this is not a Wookie life debt thing. You do have Star Wars here, right?" She looked at --

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman intentional, it really wasn't. But thank you. I owe you. If there's anything I can do before I go back, let me know. Take down Luthor-El and the others?"

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman thumb and forefinger. "A Kord IP-7. An interdimensional pulse beacon. I should be able to reverse engineer the tech in here to get me home." He slipped it back into his pocket. "Sorry things didn't go to plan. It wasn't --

[Stephanie Brown |inactive| @MissBat3woman]

“Lucky your face isn’t as fucked up as the rest of you, Drake.”

#MCM

[Stephanie Brown |inactive| @MissBat3woman]

"Lets go Captain Tightpants and remember don't fuck the rabbit - Again."

#MCM

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman there’s always been an attraction, but I would have never acted on it in the middle of a mission.” He pushed the window control back up. “Everything go ok with the Haberdasher? Didn’t look like he was too happy to see us leaving.”

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman the situation.” He turned to face her. “I’m serious, Steph. It’s like I was high, drunk and mind controlled.” He shook his head, reaching for the window control. The cool draft of air that pushed in as the window lowered felt good, clearing his head. “I won’t deny —

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman sure that Hatter, no, Haberdasher, would have something. And sure enough, there it was. The Kord IP-7! He wasn't sure how long Theodore had been away, but this looks brand-spanking new. He grabbed the component, lifting it up. "Got it! Let's go!"

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman his head, then followed Bat-Mite's finger, his eyes falling on the piles of components. He was supposed to be getting...what was it again? He closed his eyes, playing the events of the last hour over in his head. Right! Something to help him get home. Steph was pretty --

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman bosom. Pressing her tits to his face.

She sank onto him. His moan lost in her breasts. She rolled her hips, riding him. Both hands cradling his face, guiding them to her tits. He is lost and he loved it.

[Tim Drake (Savior) @TimDrakeSavior]

@MissBat3woman had found something. His cock. Somehow she had freed him from his jeans. Rubbing his tip against her wet clit, squeezing the base deliciously. He wanted nothing more than to go down, well up, that rabbit hole. Her other hand slid behind his head. Pulling him to her —