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Five Heroines Tim Drake Never Slept With	By : AnansiScribe Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 6896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Five Heroines Tim Drake Never Slept With”

Disclaimer: The characters that will appear in these five separate, somewhat connected pieces belong to DC Comics and Time Warner, not me. Pity; I’d treat them a lot better.
Author’s note: In the style of LiveJournal’s “five things” meme, this is going to be about five female heroes Tim Drake only slept with in some alternate continuity similar to, yet separate from, the mainstream continuity. It’s also going to be an entry for Amarin Rose’s “Get Timmy Laid” challenge. I hope you like reading these.

Helena Bertinelli
Robin wasn’t sure how it’d started, but he certainly knew something good when he experienced it. The Huntress’s lips massaged and scraped against his with a romantic fury unlike anything the Teen Wonder had experienced before. She wasn’t Ariana, she wasn’t Stephanie, she wasn’t Cissie, and she wasn’t Greta. She was Helena, and Robin found himself wondering why he hadn’t made a move sooner.
Of course, he didn’t have to make the move. It had ultimately been her who took the choice out of his hands and now they were in her apartment, making out on her bed. For his part, Robin didn’t mind being on her bed. It felt hard against his back, yet rather comfortable; somewhat like Huntress herself.
Finally, they pulled apart for some oxygen. “You’re better than I expected,” Huntress remarked. “Batman teach you how to kiss like that?”
“There are a lot of things I know that he didn’t teach me,” Robin answered with a tone of sardonic confidence.
Huntress removed her cape. “Show me.”
Robin grinned and let his hands, now ungloved, roam Huntress’s still-clothed body, trying to find the hidden catches in her suit. He idly observed that the costume had an empty space in the midriff, baring her toned abs – and the bullet wounds left from No Man’s Land – for the world to see. As he searched for the hidden catches, he moved to kiss her scars, something that left Huntress shuddering, although whether from arousal or apprehension he couldn’t tell.
Finally, he found a catch and released it, able to remove a segment of the bodysuit that was the main part of her costume. He found another catch and released that as well, removing the bottom part of her bodysuit. Her long gloves and tall boots remained, but other than those and the mask, she was naked before him.
“Record time, too,” Huntress observed coolly. “My turn.”
She unfastened his cape from his neck and let it fall off his shoulders. Just as he had done with her, she found the hidden catches in his armor and stripped it off piece by piece. Aside from the mask, he was naked . . . and his erection stared her in the face.
Robin found himself mulling over the “record time” comment by Huntress. Yes, he knew he wasn’t her first; he hadn’t expected to be, anyway, as a woman as beautiful as her would have her pick of men. He also knew that she had been briefly involved with Nightwing, and as much as he loved the older vigilante, it gave him a small ego boost to know that he was better than him at something. Of course, that was only if Huntress had Nightwing in mind when she was making that remark.
“Don’t think,” Huntress whispered, looming over him. “Just enjoy.”
Huntress kissed him again and he felt his member briefly brush against her sex. Almost instinctively, he pushed up, trying to enter her, and she gently teased him by rubbing against him. A moan escaped Robin’s mouth, muffled by Huntress’s mouth against his. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, gently dragging her teeth on it.
When she finally broke the kiss, Robin reached up to remove his mask, but Huntress stopped him. “No,” she whispered. “Not tonight.”
Robin nodded mutely and was suddenly engulfed by a new sensation. He felt Huntress lowering herself onto him, pulling him into her moist depths. He felt her stretching to accommodate him, gripping his sex as he penetrated her. The feeling was like nothing that he’d ever experienced before and it nearly made him climax right then and there. He bit his lip and silently recited a control mantra, focusing on that to prevent himself from blowing his top too soon.
Some control did come back, only to be quickly dashed at Huntress’s hands. He wanted to take it slow, be gentle, but he had forgotten who he was with. She didn’t do gentle, a trait she demonstrated when she held his wrists above his head and thrust herself on him forcefully. The gasp that came out of his mouth was swallowed by Huntress’s kiss and soon enough, he didn’t care at all that he was going to be bruised in the morning.
Their bodies moved together in the ancient dance of mating, Huntress keeping Robin securely trapped against her body. Even when he managed to roll them over so that he was on top, she was still dominant. He thrust only as hard as she wanted him to, gripped her only where she wanted him to, and most of all, he only climaxed after she did.
Sated and exhausted, Robin collapsed, he and Huntress entangled in each other. “You’re a lot better than I expected from a first-timer,” Huntress commented lightly.
Robin, too exhausted to say anything back, just licked her sweat. Huntress chuckled softly. “Watch it, you’re going to get me revved up again.”
“What if I want to?” Robin asked mischievously.
“I think I might love you one day,” Huntress replied with a smirk before pulling him into a kiss, feeling him harden inside her again.

Cassandra Cain
Things hadn’t been the same since Tim had found out the real reason Cass had turned. He felt so, so horribly guilty for not doing anything about it. He felt so freaking blind for not seeing that there would be no logical reason for Cass to behave as she had when he first saw her after that year. He felt like such a failure as a partner, an ally, and a friend.
He should have kicked Bruce’s ass when the Dark Knight wrote her off as “disturbed.” Never mind that Bruce would have kicked his first; he should have stood up and told him that they had to find Cass and bring her back to her senses. But he hadn’t; he’d stood by, too absorbed in his own pain over Kon’s death to see what was really happening.
Now, he was visiting Cass in her cave, wanting to say something, anything to let her know how sorry he was. He didn’t need to; she could read it in his body language. Without Slade’s drugs clouding her mind, she could see everything he meant to say in the way he moved, in the subtle cues his body gave off.
“Where will you go?” Tim asked.
“Join Barbara,” Cass replied. “Happy that I’m all right. Will be happy to have me.”
He could hear the silent accusation in her voice and it made his heart ache. It made him hate himself even more than he already did. To his surprise, she embraced him tightly, with a surprising amount of strength for one so petite. He didn’t need to be a master of body language to know what she was asking him. She was asking him if she mattered to him.
He knew only one way he could answer that; he returned the embrace and kissed her, a gentle brush against her lips. Cass was the one to deepen the kiss, probing his mouth with her tongue, pushing into his very core. Tim was surprised, but held on. He needed to do this, he needed to assure Cass that he loved her, that he cared about her, that he missed her.
As Tim soon discovered, lovemaking with Cass was not a very, if at all, awkward experience. As she expressed herself more with her body than with her words, she guided him to everywhere she wanted to be touched, wanted to be kissed. Her knowledge of body language guided her to everywhere he wanted to be touched and kissed. When they united, they moved in tandem, falling into a perfect rhythm with each other.
With a silent cry, Cass climaxed and Tim soon fell into that ecstatic abyss with her. He held her tightly, whispering comforting sweet nothings in her ear. She simply ran a hand down his back, silently assuring him that she forgave him.

Rose Wilson
Rose was a challenging opponent, no doubt about that. Not only were her reflexes faster than his, she could also predict his moves some of the time. Only some of the time, though, and Tim had the advantage of having two eyes. He aimed most of his blows at her left side, banking on her lack of vision in that eye to give him the edge.
Unfortunately for him, Rose was even faster than he expected, weaving out of his way and flipping behind him. Before he knew it, she had wrapped her forearm around his neck and trapped him in a hold. He slammed his elbow forcefully into her armored stomach and used the slight loosening of her grip to strike her ankle with his foot. Rose gracefully slid away from him and spun into a kick that he barely managed to block. She pushed off with her other foot into another kick, slamming her knee into his solar plexus and knocking him to the ground.
Rose took the opportunity to pin Tim to the ground and kiss him, muffling his protests. As she persisted in kissing him, Tim slowly relaxed against her, even though he wasn’t returning the kiss. She pulled away, smiling at him, a mischievous twinkle in her blue eye.
“Rose . . . we . . .” Tim muttered.
“Tim? You think too much,” Rose answered. “We both need this.”
“Need what?” Tim asked harshly.
“To feel,” Rose whispered. “To not be alone.”
She carefully masked the pain in her voice, but it was all too apparent in her singular eye. He recognized that pain; it was the same feeling of loneliness and abandonment he’d felt following Kon’s death. It was the same feeling that haunted his waking and sleeping moments, and he wanted to take it away from Rose, even if it was for just a moment.
With that in mind, he reached up to peel away his mask, revealing blue eyes to her. He tilted his head down and kissed her, caressing her lips with his. Rose kissed him back, straddling him and teasingly rubbing her armored pelvis against his. Tim shifted against Rose, feeling himself hardening in his cup.
Once they broke the kiss, Tim proceeded to strip off Rose’s armor, leaving behind the chain-mesh underneath. Soon, even that came off, leaving Rose nude before him. “No fair,” she mock-pouted. “You still have all your clothes on.”
“Not for long,” Tim answered, unfastening and removing his cape, spreading it out as a blanket. He removed his belt, gloves, and boots, leaving himself in just the armor, which soon came off as well.
“Quite eager, aren’t you?” Rose commented with a smirk, eyeing his crotch. She kissed him again, reaching down to grip his member, making Tim arch into her hand. She laid him down on his cape and left a trail of kisses down his body, moving ever-closer to his member. Tim shivered in arousal and anticipation, feeling a strangely pleasant loss of control.
When her lips wrapped around his lower head, Tim nearly lost all control, squeezing his hands into fists to stop himself from forcing himself into her mouth. His nails punctured the skin of his palms, leaving behind four bloody crescents. Reciting a control mantra under his breath, combined with the feeling of blood on his palms, enabled him to see past the fog of desire trying to cloud his mind. A ragged moan escaped his lips, an incoherent plea.
Rose played with him, taking him to the edge of rapture, then drawing him back, then taking him there again, then drawing him back again. It was like he was her personal yo-yo and she was just bouncing him up and down for her own amusement. When she finally did allow him to climax, he did so with a white-hot intensity that practically seared his mind. His vision went white . . . and by the time he was able to see anything besides that, Rose was already straddling his face.
Tim swept his tongue out to tentatively lick Rose’s sex, eliciting a pleasured breath from Rose. He licked again, more confidently this time, his tongue barely pushing past her lower lips. Rose pushed down with her hips, trying to draw his tongue deeper inside her. Obliging, Tim pushed his tongue as far inside as it could reach, tasting the erotic tang of her sex. He felt Rose grip his head and pull him closer to her, practically smothering him with her scent.
Putting aside any fears of an early (and ignoble) death, Tim continued his oral treatment. He had to be doing something right, because he could hear Rose’s breath coming in pants and gasps. Somewhere among those pants and gasps, he heard his name. That was the only warning he got before a virtual deluge of Rose’s orgasmic juices poured into his mouth. Once Tim managed to swallow her nectar, Rose moved down so that they were looking each other in the eye.
“Ready now?” she asked.
Tim’s answer came in one succinctly eager word. “Yes.”

Koriand’r
Tim Drake knew that Bruce had never liked Koriand’r very much. He knew that the Dark Knight thought of Kory as too emotional, too unrestrained and because of that, he’d never liked Kory’s relationship with Dick. Of course, Tim mused to himself, Bruce never spent enough time with Kory to see what Dick saw in her. And what Dick (and now Tim) saw was a fiery, vibrant, passionate woman who was full of love.
He had found himself surprisingly sad when Kory had left to join the Outsiders, to be with Dick. You’re a lucky man, Dick, he’d thought, to have someone who loves you that much.
Then, some weeks later, Kory had come back, a bittersweet expression on her face. Her only response as to why she’d come back was this: “Dick already has what he needs.”
About a week after that, Tim rose at the very first sign of dawn. He threw off his sheets and spent ten minutes showering before dressing himself in his uniform. He went up to the rooftop of Titans Tower, finding Kory basking in the embrace of the sun, dressed in her usual skimpy armor. Fortunately for Tim, he had enough self-control not to visibly drool over her.
“Good morning, Robin,” Kory greeted him amiably.
“Good morning, Starfire,” Tim answered. He decided to cut to the chase and sate his curiosity. “When you came back, you said it was because Dick already had what he needed. What did you mean by that?”
“If I tell you, I do not want you to tell anyone else,” Kory replied. “Dick would rather that he break it to everyone when he’s ready.”
“I won’t,” Tim vowed. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”
“He and Roy are together,” Kory stated.
Tim’s eyes widened beneath the mask. “Dick and Roy? When?”
“Since shortly after Roy started the Outsiders,” Kory explained. “I don’t begrudge Dick’s happiness, even if I cannot be a part of it.” She sighed. “I just wish he wasn’t afraid to confess his relationship to those who love him. Then again, Dick is a very private person, even in love.”
“Do you feel sad?” Tim asked. “That you two aren’t together anymore?”
“Yes,” Kory admitted. “I loved Dick for a long time. I always will love him, but that does not mean that I cannot move on.” It was at that moment that her eyes locked upon Tim, seeking out his eyes behind the mask. “Robin, would you take off your mask for me?”
Tim’s hands slowly found their way to his mask and peeled it away from his face, revealing his eyes to Kory. He walked closer to her, his steps deliberate and measured. When he got close enough to her, he was momentarily daunted by how tall she was; he only came up to her armor-clad bosom. Not allowing himself to be stopped by that, he looked up at Kory, who bent down to kiss him.
The Teen Wonder was surprised by Kory’s lips on his . . . surprised, but eager. He kissed her back, the passion she poured into the kiss intoxicating him. His gloved hands found their way to her large, curly mane of red hair and buried themselves in it. Oh, if only his hands weren’t gloved; he would have enjoyed the feel of Kory’s hair.
After a minute or so of kissing, Tim pulled out of the kiss, Kory gently releasing him, and removed his gloves. He placed his hands back in her hair, feeling the unearthly softness against his naked skin. “What are we doing?” he wondered.
“Doing?” Kory echoed. “Sharing ourselves with each other.”
“My name,” Tim uttered, “my real name . . . it’s Tim.”
Kory smiled at Tim. “And you may call me Kory.”
“Kory . . .” Tim echoed, just before he kissed her again. Kory kissed him back, her hands moving into his hair. He let out a muffled groan from feeling Kory’s hands on his scalp; they were so warm . . . just like her. Once again, Tim broke the kiss. “Kory . . . are we . . . ?”
“Yes, we are,” Kory replied, unfastening and removing his cape from his shoulders. She pulled back and removed the top part of her armor, revealing large, firm golden breasts capped with purplish-pink nipples. Tim wasn’t experienced enough with women’s breasts to gauge what size bra would have fit hers – assuming she’d wear a bra, anyway – but even he knew that hers were large. And yet, they were a perfect fit on her Amazonian physique. His eyes moved lower, down to her muscular stomach; he silently observed that the skin would feel very soft in contrast to the hard muscles beneath.
Kory took one of his hands and placed it on her right breast, guiding the fingers into a squeezing motion. Tim shuddered in both arousal and apprehension; he’d never done anything like this in his life. As though reading his conflicting emotions on his face, Kory reached down and stroked his face gently, smiling warmly at him. He relaxed, gripping her breast more firmly yet gently. His thumb brushed Kory’s nipple, eliciting a husky moan from her.
Feeling bolder, Tim leaned forward and latched onto Kory’s nipple with his mouth, sucking it as though he were a baby drawing sustenance from his mother. Kory smiled warmly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she held Tim’s head to her breast. Tim reached up to gently grip Kory’s other breast, his fingers slightly clenching around her golden flesh. Kory moaned appreciatively, her grip on his head tightening somewhat, enough for him to feel it but not enough to hurt very much if at all.
After some time spent with Kory’s amazing breasts, Tim moved lower, exploring her stomach with both his hands and mouth. He marveled at the softness of her skin, as contrasted with the hardness of the muscles underneath. This physical dichotomy reminded him of the dichotomy of her personality: gentle with those she loved and unrelentingly ferocious with her enemies. That ferocious side scared him a bit, but it was simply the other side of her wholehearted passion.
Kory removed the bottom part of her armor, leaving herself in her bracers and boots and revealing fine red hairs above her womanly parts. Tim noticed that the inner lips of her sex were colored the same purplish-pink as her nipples, only now they were swollen with arousal and darker in color because of it. Kory took his hand again and gently guided it to her sex. When Tim’s fingers brushed her womanhood, Kory’s knees buckled for a moment and she let out a louder moan.
Tim slipped a finger inside Kory, surprised at just how warm she was inside. The feeling of her sex gripping his finger was almost enough to make him cream his pants. However, that would have been seriously embarrassing and he had more self-control than that. He pulled his finger out, watching as her womanhood pulled against his finger in an attempt to hold it inside. He slid his finger back inside, then pulled it back out, then back inside, then back out, moving it slowly at first, but gradually faster, delighting in Kory’s moans of pleasure as he moved his finger inside her.
When Tim’s thumb brushed against what he figured to be her clitoris, she shuddered almost violently and climaxed with a noise too loud to be a moan and yet too low to be a scream. Her orgasmic nectar spilled all over Tim’s hand, practically drenching it with the force of her climax. Tim pulled his hand away and curiously licked at the fluid on it, finding a deliciously unearthly flavor to it.
Kory smiled warmly at Tim upon recovering from her climax. “Your turn now,” she purred, and began to undo his armor.

Raven
Raven could feel Robin’s pain as acutely as though it were her own. He had loved Superboy deeply, in ways that even he was hesitant to admit to himself, and now Superboy was dead. It was unfair; Superman, Green Arrow, and Hal Jordan could come back from the dead, but Superboy couldn’t? Of course, Superboy’s soul had already moved on, but Robin refused to accept it and the stronger his refusal grew, the deeper his obsession with bringing him back ran.
Over a hundred failed attempts at recreating Superboy and still Robin persisted. It was love, all right, but transmuted into a mania that was slowly stripping away everything that made Tim Drake Robin and replacing it with darker traits more befitting his mentor and now-adoptive father. She had met Batman on at least one occasion and he had struck her as someone who was so dedicated to repressing his own feelings in service to an abstract “mission” that he had repressed everything that made him human. And now she could see the same thing happening to Tim, only he wasn’t becoming inhuman due to repressing his feelings. He was giving in to the worse aspects of humanity: recklessness, obsession, aggression, madness.
She could see it in the way he fought now, seemingly measured recklessness and violence in a horrifyingly beautiful package. He had always been graceful, although not nearly as much as his predecessor, but now he was as fluid as a tsunami. When not in a fight, she could feel his anger like a slowly rising tidal wave, a tidal wave that finally crashed down on his enemies in a flurry of cruel ferocity. In those moments, he reminded her of a not-so-murderous Jason Todd.
Raven made a decision: she had to save Tim from himself, before he became another Bruce or, Azar forbid, another Jason. One Robin had already been lost to his inner torment and she would not allow the same to this one. With that decision made, she teleported into his cave beneath Titans Tower, where he was looking forlornly at Superboy’s T-shirt and jeans in their case.
“Kon . . .” he muttered, touching the glass tenderly. His tone hardened. “Whoever you are, leave me alone.”
“I can’t. Not when you’re hurting yourself.”
“I couldn’t hurt myself any worse than I’ve already been hurt.” His tone was harsh, making him sound like a teenaged version of his mentor.
“You can. You want to join Kon, don’t you? That’s it, isn’t it?”
“Suicides don’t get to go where Kon’s gone.”
“So you’re going to deliberately get yourself killed to join him? Robin. Timothy . . . don’t do this to yourself.”
He pulled away as she reached out to him. “Don’t.”
“Why not? Are you scared to let someone care about you? Are you scared to let yourself care about someone?”
“I can’t.”
“Because you’re afraid. You’re afraid that I’ll die, too, that I’ll leave you like you feel your parents, Stephanie, and Superboy left you.”
“Won’t you?” A bitter sneer colored his tone. “It’s not like I’m good enough to keep you around. It’s not like I’m good enough to keep you alive.”
“Tim . . .” Raven reached out to him again, touching him gently with her gloved hand. This time, silent tears rolled past his mask, visible to her violet eyes. She stood on her tiptoes, her hood lowered, and kissed him. Robin kissed her back and she could feel his need, his pain, and his desperation pouring into her.
When he pulled back, she removed his mask, revealing eyes full of emotional agony. A choked sob escaped his mouth. “Raven . . .”
Raven reached up to remove her cloak, her belt of red gems quickly following. “Raven?” Robin asked.
“Hush, Tim,” Raven whispered gently, unfastening and removing his cape. “Hush . . . and let me be here for you.”
Robin pulled Raven into another kiss, and she could feel his tongue licking her lips, seeking entrance into her mouth. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue access to her mouth and sucking it inside. As they continued their kiss, she began to find and undo the hidden catches in his armor, Robin shrugging it off himself while maintaining the kiss. Robin reached behind Raven and undid the catches in her suit, pulling away to peel it off her body.
They made a blanket of her cloak and his cape, Raven gently laying Tim down on them and kissing him again. Tim gave in, letting her presence seep into his soul and – even if for a moment – give him peace.

End Notes: There you go. Five short stories in which Tim Drake gets laid. Hopefully, you think I did all right with them. As for you, Dark Charaxes, I hope you enjoyed my take on Tim Drake/Raven.
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