Tim walked out of a bar and into insanity.

“For reasons that haven't been fully explained to me, Bruce Wayne has apparently decided to fund this next mission out of the goodness of his own heart. You get new toys to play with.”

It's a long way back from Bialya, and they've had an even longer day.

Written for a YJ_anon_meme prompt which asked for LGBT characters struggling with coming out. Dick and Alfred have a talk, and there are cookies.

Megan is given a great deal of advice on how to deal with Wally. All it does is remind her of the fact that nobody on Earth speaks like she does, and that her body is not her own.

There are reports of shadowy forces and a copycat Batman in Colorado. Batgirl is sent to investigate, and in the process discovers a new friend, a co-dependent study group, and a place that rivals Arkham Asylum for sheer lunacy.

"On the bright side," Dick says as he shimmies down the building, "You didn't raise a group of homicidal, raging, vengeful killers and sociopaths so much as you raised a group of emotionally-volatile, obsessive, spiteful vigilantes and paper pushers."

Nothing good has ever come from Steph and Dick plotting together. Nothing.

Tim knows his taste in music is a little eclectic.

Tim's got a lot of revenge to plan for this.

Gotham doesn't know what to be more shocked by. The revelation that four masked vigilantes are in custody in Arkham, or their real names going into public record with the mugshots.

"It's a match made in high society heaven." Tim drawls. "Also, it's your turn to make dinner tonight, you should get on that."

Tim refrains from telling Jason that most people are terrified of sharks. It seems a bit pointless. Tim isn't most people, after all.

"Yeah. Thanks. Just what I need. Black lipstick."

Superhero or not, Jaime's boyfriend has to meet the parents.

Jason has small, meaningless interactions with his family. The media outlets of Gotham disagree.

"This is the fortieth time." Jason says, "Just to point that out. I'm not complaining, or anything."

Hardison is 100% certain that there is no way Bruce Wayne could possibly be Batman. But maybe they should check it out, just in case.

tim drake-wayne [verified] | @timdrake over a year ago i asked bruce what company policy on transitioning was like and yet this man was still surprised when i came out 6:11PM · Oct 23, 2020 5.6k Retweets | 43.8k Likes tim drake-wayne [verified] | @timdrake yes dad it was the concerned curiosity of an ally. that’s why i stayed up until 4AM writing revisions 6:11PM · Oct 23, 2020 4.4k Retweets | 39k Likes tim drake-wayne [verified] | @timdrake obviously i love @dick and would have done it just for hir. also obviously i am trans. 6:12PM · Oct 23, 2020 11.2k Retweets | 49.2k Likes

Maybe it was because he didn’t have time to read the gossip columns; maybe it was because he seriously underestimated the audience’s power to “Ship It”, but Bruce didn’t *immediately* cotton onto the fact that his scheme made half the country think that his son was in love with, well, his *other* son.

"You're..." The kid trails off, seeming to collect his thoughts. "You are bisexual, correct?" Tim stills. That's what this is about, huh? "...Yeah, I am." He's tempted to ask why, but he's sure that question will be answered soon, and he doesn't want to seem like he's pushing too far. "So... how did you know? That you were not..." "Straight?" Tim supplies, and Damian nods. --- Damian Wayne realizes he may not be straight. He consults the only person he thinks will understand, which happens to be one Tim Drake.

Talia meant for Jason to realize that Tim had no business being Robin, that he needed to be removed from the position. Jason watched the videos over and over.

When Bernard finds out there have been sightings of Mothman in 'the most haunted place on earth' how could he not want to investigate? (and drag his superhero boyfriends along with him.)

“Repeat that,” Tim says slowly. Kon gives him a defensive look. “I panicked, okay?” he repeats. “And ‘panicking’ meant you decided to kidnap . . . how many kids, exactly?”

"Crap!" the food truck worker shrieks in alarm. "Don't hurt him, Superman, he's just a kid!" Clark . . . pauses, then looks up from the kid that he is currently pinning into the street as said kid struggles underneath him. "'Hurt him'?" he asks in reflexive confusion, and then realizes how batting a teenager around like a person-shaped cat toy and pinning him to the street hard enough to crack it probably actually looks to an outside observer. . . . um. Whoops. "Um," he starts awkwardly, and then the kid slips his pin while he's distracted and throws his arms around his neck with a gleeful laugh and a bright grin. "Dad!" he crows triumphantly, and hugs Clark harder than literally anyone has ever hugged him before.