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Nothing Wasted by MaGicalG1rL_Jas0nTodd, TheHerondalesAreBicons
Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics), Superman - All Media Types
06 Aug 2026
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Conner skated past him, close enough that Tim caught another glimpse of his face through the visor. His eyes were narrowed sharply in unwavering concentration. Tim thought Conner even spared a glance his way, but he was off again in a split second. From what he had seen, this Conner Kent was focused. Deliberate. At first glance, maybe even… charming.
Or: slowburn TimKon Hockey and Figureskating AU
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Tim Drake used to love photography. He used to be pretty damn good at it, too.
He doesn't do it so much anymore.
And he isn't sure why that seems to bother Damian so much.
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Learning to Love Slowly by ToTheStars8
Fandoms: Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), DCU (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Red Hood: Lost Days
06 Jul 2026
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Just you and Jason learning to love each other, and the small moments in-between.
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His Pale Eyes by heyits_nessie
Fandoms: Superboy (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), DCU (Comics)
04 Apr 2026
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Kon was utterly, undoubtedly, entirely fucked.
Above him, the woods were quiet. It wasn’t something you noticed unless you were really paying attention, but there was no tell-tale sound of animals rustling through foliage or birds singing. Even the wind seemed to shy away from the trees, leaving the air eerily still. It felt like the entire forest was holding its breath. Maybe he had disturbed whatever balance this place had with his landing. Out here, he could almost convince himself he was the last person left on earth, which was equal parts comforting and horrifying given his current situation.
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After a mission gone wrong, Kon-El finds himself deep in the woods at the edge of Gotham, being watched over by a young man with striking pale blue eyes.
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Something like forgiveness by orphan_account
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics), Superboy (Comics)
06 Feb 2026
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He was wearing that jacket. That damn, stupid black jacket with the House of El crest printed on the back. It wasn't an indestructible Kryptonian suit; it was street clothes, wrinkled, clinging to his shoulders, terribly real and mundane.
Tim blinked. Once, twice. Waiting for the hallucination to dissolve, waiting for it to be the fatigue, the stress, the unresolved grief, or a cruel joke from his own treacherous mind projecting his deepest desires onto the cold glass.
But the image didn't disappear.