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Agony. Pain. Suffering.
The cruelty of man truly knew no bounds.
“Dude, you lost the game. You know the punishment.”
Tim cries, unable to take it anymore. “Why does it have to be Red Hood themed!”
Decisions, decisions–they are made every single day. Tim resolves to never make the same decisions that lead last night’s events ever again.
Getting drunk with civilian friends who weren’t aware of his relations with the Red Hood and had a general knack for horny shenaniganry? Never. Again.
Tim wants to cry as he looks at his social media pages, the photos of shame forever ingrained on the online space, with just how many retweets and shares this specific post received. Hell! Even newspaper websites were covering the photos, and from what he’s hearing from the TV, actual news stations as well.
Oh, these scandalous photos!
An ostrich. Tim will now, forever, be an ostrich. Burying his head onto his pillows, he screams.
What a field day for the horny netizens of the whole world.
Jason wakes up, unsuspecting and naive. Until he receives a text from Roy.
“Think someone’s got a crush on ol’ Hoodie ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )”
Raising a brow, the embedded URL piqued Jason’s curiosity. What type of unholy thing would Roy send in the fuck knows who hours in the morning.
Clicking on it, he’s attacked by a barrage of photos. And horny people being horny for said photos. Taking a second for his brain to boot up, Jason’s eyes widen in shock as he wakes up completely.
“Holy shit!” The replacement!? Did not!?
The very first one showed Tim leaning provocatively over a bicycle, wearing a tan, oversized leather jacket and not much else under. He had his arms wrapped around on a familiar red helmet, leaning his head onto it, looking oh so inviting.
Choking on his saliva, Jason looks through the photos a bit more.
Oh- There was one where Tim was splayed out on the bed, incredibly flushed with his messy hair and seemingly bullied lips. He was attempting to hide his face, looking so cute that it hurt to look down and see his bare chest barely be covered by the leather jacket, the cargo pants riding so low with its button popped off.
The last one didn’t look too badly- NOT! Tim was standing, looking at the camera with such an innocent face, desperately wrapping himself in the tan jacket. Yet, the innocent facade was not nearly enough to distract from the kissed, bitten, bullied, naked legs on display on the bottom.
Fuck-
Jason thought he was beyond the age of popping boners while looking at photos, but here we are-
This was so- Inappropriate- He shouldn’t be thinking like this about the kid he tried killing multiple times! But… He was the one to post the photos so- But still! This was so inappropriate!
The comments made the situation so much worse-
“ARF ARF ARF”
“I CAN BE AS BAD AS RED HOOD”
“PLEASE SPIT ON ME!”
“CHOKE ME?? PLEASEE?? HIT ME WITH A TRUCK???!”
“ARFF ARRFFF ARRFFFF”
“NOT ME BEING HORNY INCARNATE RIGHT NOW-“
These comments should not be giving Jason ideas- AT ALL!
Messages barraged Tim, and he knew exactly which assholes were doing it, and exactly what they were sending. He’s not going to look into it. After all, he was ostrich, not Tim.
Not Tim. Tim is dead. Dead from embarrassment.
The Tim Drake x Red Hood ship has been sailing, and it only took one look at the fanart Steph sent him to know.
He fucked up. Fucked up bad.
The ship was everywhere. And it had a stupid name ;-;
”RedTim” is way too stupid-
As Tim cried into his sheets, his windows burst open and a familiar figure showed up.
“Akim?”
“Hey~ al-Ghul wants to kidnap you,” he smiles, lazily leaning onto the window. “Nice to know I graduated from Ninja #12 though.”
As one of the ninjas frequently assigned to kidnap Tim, they’ve formed an unlikely friendship.
”Tell him to stop being an creep and just send me an email like a normal person when he wants to talk.”
”It’s about the photos.”
”No-“
Akim takes out a gas canister of extreme relaxants and sprays it directly onto Tim’s face, and the kidnapping is done.
“Sorry, he’s still Mr. Boss-Man for now.”
“By the way, you looked really cute in those photos. Think al-Ghul wants you in green and gold instead of tan leather though.”
”Oh screw you,” Tim pouts, having no choice but to be carried by his would be friend. “Ninja #12.”
“I’ll do you a favor and shoot a message to the Hood to save you, so forgive me, ok~?”
”You enjoy my pain too much. This is why I like Pru better.”
“What the shit, Tim,” Red Hood growls, carrying the limp boy in his arms, pure coincidence that he saw him getting kidnapped.
”Hey! You think I want to get kidnapped!?” Tim hisses, red and embarrassed.
”I’m talking about the photos. What the shit, dude.”
”…you think I want to get kidnapped-!?”
The little fucker known as Akim takes a photo and sends it to the news outlets.
No longer Ninja #12, now President of the RedTim fanclub. This photo was gold!
News outlets covered the kidnapping of Tim Drake, and netizens of the world exploded when the photos of Tim Drake being carried like a princess were released.
Oh, the innocent flush on his cheeks as his crush stared down at him!
RedTim is reAL-
“…just so you know, if you feel anything like that for real- I wouldn’t mind-“
”Huh-?”
”Huh?”