Novel & Cerita Tim Drake Robin Young Justice

Drake’s hands moved again, urgently, patting his ribs, his arms, his waist as his fingers trembled just enough to betray him. “Drake…” “Answer me.” Drake's voice cracked, barely contained. “Are you?” Jayden shook his head slowly. “No.” Drake searched his face like he didn’t believe him, like he needed proof beyond words. Another second passed, then another. “I'm fine,” Jayden said softly. “You shielded me.” Drake finally exhaled, his expression changing instantly as he nodded once, dragging him towards the windows blind spot. “Don’t move.” Jayden grabbed his sleeve instinctively. “Don't…..”

“Before the sun rises, I don’t want to see this woman ever again, or anything related to her.” “Yes, Brother Tyr!” Outside the mansion, within an extended Lincoln, Tyr was sitting in the back seat as he played Sokoban on his phone. Drake was sitting beside him as he said humbly, “Brother Tyr, my name is Drake Tucker. It was Big Brother Clifford who told me to come looking for you. From today on, in Khanh City, I will follow your lead. To be able to serve you would be my honor.” “Yeah.” Tyr only nodded a little as he continued with his game.

All seven figures simultaneously ripped their hoods from their heads. Jared Dale, Lord Neptos, Jucel Greyn, Prince Ciaran, Princess Zillah, Vivien Li, Drake, Theo Jōn, and Tara Jōn stood in front of them, completely unaware that the group of friends paled. Kieran tilted his head. "Drake?" Drake looked at the blind man and let out a small smile. "Hello, young cousin." The moment Kieran heard his voice, he dropped to his knee and his fist to his heart. If Drake is here, then...

"Sorry teacher..." "Alright, let's clean things up after we heal your bruises." The little Kianna and Little Drake didn't let go of each other's hands. Drake smiles at her as if nothing happened. For Kianna... Drake is a savior. Just like... 'A prince who is a knight and shining armor.' *End of flashback* "Kianna, here's your phone." Drake gave back Kianna's phone. Their conversation is finished. It made Kianna curious about what they talked about.

Roo was too short to pick up Samantha’s body, so he simply pulled her dead weight through the bowels of hell. “Wait… Drake, you killed your mom?” Drake turned to see Ryder in the doorway. “I saw Roo in the lava room. What the fuck happened?” “It’s been a long time coming, kid. Don’t worry about it. She threatened you and your mom. “Drake, damn. I mean you really didn’t have to do that.” “I did. Willow is a sore subject, but I won’t let anyone hurt her… or you. I’m on your side, Ryder. If you didn’t know that, then you do now.”

Drake smirked as he replied, "I think this little horny fuckboy is ready to accept his rightful place, doctor. Why don't you show him why we call him that?" Petrov moaned softly as he felt Timothy's asshole clench around his hard cock. Gripping the boy's hips, Petrov began to slowly fuck the young boy. The doctor kept his speed slow to let the boy get used to his hard cock. Timothy appeared to be perfectly relaxed and in no pain as he continued to suck Drake's hard cock. Seeing the expression on Drake's face, the young boy seemed to be doing an excellent job. Petrov ran his hands over the boy's cute hairless bubble butt as he continued to slow fuck his virgin ass. The doctor smirked as he th

All along the way, all she could only think of was how to handle Justin, Jenna and Jada thought she didn't know where Jenna was currently, it wouldn't be hard finding her, her mind was too preoccupied to even notice anything unusual about Timothy's stare, his eyes couldn't even snap away. Drake stood at his balcony and watched as the vehicles drove into his compound. Something in him wasn't so excited as he should be, he hated the idea of tainting his house. He tightened the string round his robe and walked back to his bedroom, the corner of his eye not missing to slide to Cynthia's window.

I begin to reach for the shadows. A sharp sting in my ribs brings my attention to the assailant, a young drake holding a rod tipped with crystals that radiate with blue lightning that cracks and sizzles. My glimmer robes are singed, leaving a hole the size of my taloned fists burned along my ribs, that now burn with pain.

It turns out, Dean has two brothers, Drake and Devyn. Drake, the eldest, is a general and the head of an elite army unit called " WeLoBe". He's currently on a mission and will return in a week. He's 25 years old, single, and he spent most of his time doing missions or training soldiers.

"No, I don't think so. Ty wouldn't tell him. No one else has cared enough to." I frowned. "Not even you?" She shrugged. "Ty and I have a complicated history regarding that boy. Kha is only four months younger than Drake, you know." Before I could reply, Drake returned with Ty. His skin looked pale. The pain had drained him. "The arm's definitely broken," Ty said while looking at Lori. "They're setting it now." Drake tried to smile and shifted back onto the bed. "Looks like I'll be out of practice for a while."