Y’all wanna know what I’m thinking about recently?

✨Socialite Tim✨

And I don’t mean like ‘Public mask to cover vigilantism’ I mean like really actually, ‘raised by his parents to be the high society gentleman they wanted him to be’ kind of Socialite!Tim.

And because I haven’t seen anything that will satiate this hunger, I have taken it upon myself.. to write:

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Stephanie stares at their target from across the room. The slender, dark haired man was easy to lose in the sea of posh black suits and champagne drinking snobs; every time she looked away, the guy would be shmoozing it up to some new group of people. It was ridiculous, he was like…. Her age!

“Hey,Jason,” Stephanie jabbed her elbow into the man next to her, startling him from his judgement of the hors d’oeuvres.

“What Imposter? Lose track of him again?”

“No jackass, tell me how is it that some richie 17 year old is running Drake Industries when I can’t even manage to pass my Biology exams?”

“Probably because you don’t study Steph,” a smushed voice answered from behind them. They both turned to see Duke struggling to swallow a crab-cake.

“… What are you doing, Duke?”

“It’s so dry you guys, I can’t swallow it, I’ve been trying for five minutes.” Duke mumbled, catching the crumbs that fell out as he did so.

“You know, it’s customary not to insult the host’s food when you been graciously invited to their gala,”

The trio whipped their heads around to look directly at the smooth voice who’d spoken just moments before.

“Though I don’t know how you’d know that, so I guess I’ll allow you a pass. Timothy Drake,” the man stuck his hand out in greeting, “What a pleasure to meet the newest of the Waynes. Duke, was it?”

Jason grasped the Timothy’s hand with a suppressed sneer as both he and Stephanie stepped forward to block Duke from sight, “I’m Jason, Todd-Wayne that is. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Timothy half-smiled, “We have actually,” he dropped their hands, discreetly keeping his hand from touching his clothes, “Though it was before your.. accident so I can’t imagine you’d remember.”

Jason grit his teeth, “No, I guess I don’t.”

“All the same, while the invitation was open any of the Wayne family, I had hoped to see your Father in attendance, is he here?”

“Oh, he’s around here somewhere..” Steph gave a nervous laugh. No he wasn’t. Bruce was nowhere to be seen. In fact, Bruce was most likely looking through the Drake’s office finances. Y’know, the Drakes’ who’s son they were currently talking to. The one they were supposed to be watching.

That Drake.

“A shame. Well, if you see him, let him know I’m looking for him. I have… a business proposal for him,” Timothy’s lips twitched into a smirk as he drifted away to another group of chittering adults.

All three vigilantes stared after him, “Yeah, there’s no way he doesn’t know about the embezzlement.”

“Timothy Drake’s gotta go down.”

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Okay so this is really a very rough draft and I actually kinda don’t like how it came out but idk I think there’s more where this came from…