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Soft Narilamb for my declining mental state + bonus leshycat kinda

I still love doodling them dw (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

DpxDc fun prompt/idea/mini story

During a stormy day, which is not all that rare in Gotham, an earthquake hits.

Now usually this isn’t that big of a problem, buildings in Gotham are meant to last through earthquakes and the power lines are meant to last through the worst of the weathers that hit Gotham shores.

Unfortunately for one Tim Drake Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, the city had suffered substantial damage during the last Arkham breakout three days ago.

Which means that Wayne Tower was thrown into emergency lock down mode to avoid further structural damage and then had the power cut off due to the storm surge outside not one moment later. The backup generators didn’t kick in either due to the earthquake taking them out or due to the fact that they were depleted when the Joker tried to force his way in three days ago.

So Tim was currently locked in a pitch black R&D room with no available source of light.

Not even his phone since Tam confiscated it earlier in the day.

This is made all the worse due to the fact that he was guiding a tour for a graduating class of high schoolers who also don’t have phones cause they were confiscated before he could allow them into this room.

So yeah, dark + locked in + no entertainment = no fun for anyone.

If he had even a little bit of light he could just continue pointing out things or come up with something to do until the problem is fixed but apparently the world hates him.

“Why is it so dark?” A high feminine voice asked, annoyance lacing her voice, “like, doesn’t this place have backup generators?”

“They’re likely out due to the earthquake Ms. Sanchez,” a tired male voice replied (most likely the teacher) before Tim could.

Tim wanted to groan but pushed down the feeling before it could slip out, he was going to have to play his CEO role for longer then he wanted to today.

Tam owed him for this.

“I apologize for this situation,” Tim starts, hoping that this class will continue to remain calm and quiet, “unfortunately since the building went into lockdown we can’t leave the room and with no light I can’t continue the tour. There should be flashlights in this room but there are also multiple dangerous items that shouldn’t be touched as well. So since we have no ability to discern which is which I ask that everyone remain where they are.” He could hear the grumbling of a few students but for the most part it seemed like everyone was listening to him so Tim would count his blessings where he could find them.

“Hey,” a male voice, one that Tim was pretty sure belonged to a big blond teen, “Does anyone have something on them that gives off light?”

Tim was vaguely impressed by how this class just went along with the situation, this is probably one of the calmest and most composed groups he has ever had to deal with.

A chorus of ‘no’ and ‘nopes’ followed as each student went about checking themselves for a light source.

“Wait!” An excited male voice called out startling Tim and, from the sounds of it, quite a few others, “Danny didn’t you eat the two day old leftover lasagna that your mom made for lunch?”

A slap akin to what you’d get if someone slapped themselves on the forehead was loud in the sudden silence of the room, “I can’t believe I forgot about that” someone else, most likely Danny, grumbled.

Tim was so confused by this turn in the conversation and apparently he was the only one.

Several people sounded like they’re trying not to laugh.

“It’s your time to glow Fenturd.”

“I do not understand how you’re still alive after years of eating the food in your house Mr Fenton.”

“I wonder if you count as a biohazard by this point. Do you know how much radiation you give off? Should we be concerned?”

“Shut up Mickey”

“What it’s a valid question?”

“That doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is that we won’t have to be completely bored for however long it takes to get out of this room.”

“Star has a point.”

“Yeah get cracking glow-stick.”

“Oh Ha Ha very funny guys,” Danny responds, “here, hold my jacket Tuck.”

A series of *crack* *crack* *pop* *crack* *pop* followed by a soft green glow that lit up the room came from the now visible guy.

Tim has so many questions.

So so so many questions.

He needs a sample of whatever Danny ate that caused this.

Tam owes him so much for doing this tour.

this is a reminder that

canon event

going to invent a new word

Au where the Drake’s don’t die (they’re just bad parents) and as Tim gets older they start spending a SLIGHT bit more time with him to train him to take over Drake industries. They start trying to set up a marriage to a daughter of a good family for Tim, but he’s dating Bernard, who is not only a man but from a “subpar family.” They demand he break it off.

Tim refuses to break up with his boyfriend, threatens causing a huge scandal and making out with Bernard in public if they engage him to anyone.

Jack and Janet threaten to disown him, bc they think Tim’s been living the soft cushy house (manor) life hidden away from the world on thier money this whole time, so they’re all, “You’ll come crawling back, you need us and our money, this will teach you a lesson.”

Tim, who has been practically independent since he was four, has extensive robin training, access to zetatubes, powerful friends (and enemies) in every major city across the world, at least eight fully stocked safehouses in Upper Gotham alone, a personal bank account under his own name with combined Drake and Wayne allowance, at this point is only in Drake manor when his parents are here (a week with an important gala every four months maybe) and has LITERALLY had a discussion with Bruce about a custody battle due to negligence so he can call himself a Wayne on paper not even a week before, just laughs.

“This is Gotham. I’ll get Bruce Wayne to adopt me.”

That makes them mad. His parents show him the disowning paperwork and kick him out. Tim doesn’t even run to Wayne Manor, he meanders over while tapping at his phone.

Bruce already had the paperwork ready. The Drakes don’t know what’s happening before it’s too late. Tim is a Wayne. They try to challenge it but they relinquished all rights and Tim has receipts of parental neglect and also he already has a room at the manor.

Tim takes over as Wayne Industries CEO (the sooner the funnier) and immediately starts being awesome at it, smug ass grin in every photo, the other Waynes cackling in the background as the Drakes seethe and thier stocks plummet. The next gala they go to, Bruce makes absolutely sure to turn to Tim and go, “So son, when is your boyfriend coming over for dinner?”

Bernard comes back from a family camping trip to find out his boyfriend started an upper crust civil war for the right to date him. And also he’s invited to Wayne Manor. Wtf Tim.

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No nuance the normal option is only one and i want statistics to prove to my parents that something is deeply wrong with them