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Part 30 of Vulpine Vignettes (Tim Drake is a Fox)
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A Fox and... Catnip?

Summary:

Hey... Did you know that catnip works on foxes?

Tim didn't know, but now he does.

Notes:

I was curious and looked up if foxes were affected by Catnip...this is the video

and although gray foxes are not "true foxes" (the vulpes genus) i still like to think it applies to Foxes :,]

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Tim stares at the dried leaves inside of a bag, that was inside a bag, that was inside another bag. He'd gotten it from Stephanie, who had only given him a devious grin and a promise that he'd had a pretty good time with it.

All he knew was that 1) it was catnip, and 2) she wouldn't actively give him something that would make him sick...

Right?

He pokes at it a couple of times, frowning as the outermost bag rips under his claw... What was that smell?

He tilts his head down, sniffing at the bags before ripping the second layer and- and- Oh gods, that smells so good.

A bubbly laugh rises from his throat, and he presses his face against the first layer- the flimsy plastic stood no chance against him as he easily rips through and-

Euphoria floods his veins, everything around him falls away as Tim rubs his face and neck into the dried leaves. Loud and aggressive purrs fill the air alongside his ceaseless giggling. Oh, he felt soo good!

Tim digs his forehead against the bag, before flipping it over and accidentally knocking the catnip onto the rug below.

The Fox cries out in dismay before launching himself off of the bed and onto the rug, chasing after that delectable and divine feeling the dried leaves brought forth.

Sparks danced along his spine, and the giggles devolved into gleeful laughter as the pleasure and euphoria grew in strength. He distantly realizes that cleaning the mess of leaves would be an absolute pain, but that was a problem for Future-Tim. Present-Tim just wanted to bask in his happy go-go plant that made his brain feel fuzzy and his chest go weee!

"Timmy?" a voice calls, and the Fox shoots upright before tilting his head with a chirp.

There was a knocking at his door, but that probably wasn't too important. With a self-satisfied noise, Tim flops over and continued to bask in the wonderful sensation.

 

 

"Tim?!" Jason calls again, his worry changing to panic the longer his brother didn't respond.

He'd heard Tim giggling and just assumed he was watching a video, but then there was a thump followed by laughing and Jason assumed the worst. Maybe- maybe Tim had been dosed by Joker toxin? Sure, the Joker was long gone- Tim had made sure of it- but there would always be a chance of an impersonator, or- or-

"Tim, if you don't reply I'm kicking down the door!"

... No reply.

You know what? Fuck it. Bruce had more than enough money to shell out when it came to repairing doors.

Jason took a step back before making good on his promise and kicked the fucking door in.

"Tim!" Jason rushed in, freezing as he was met with the sound of defensive growls, and the sight of Tim crouched over a small, ripped bag. The smell of something vaguely mint-like filled the air, and... was that catnip?

"Are- are you doing drugs?" he asked incredulously. Upon recognizing his voice, Tim relaxed and began purring up a storm. Like, literally. If Jason hadn't known better, than he would've assumed that it was thundering outside, or maybe someone was starting a lawnmower.

Tim, high as a kite, didn't respond. Frankly, Jason didn't expect him to.

He sighs, raising an amused brow as his brother face planted into the shaggy rug, continuing to purr as he rubbed his face, neck, and chest against the scattered mess of catnip. Now that he knew there wasn't anything actually wrong...

Jason takes out a phone and began recording. Hey, he never claimed to be a good brother!

Familial bonds be damned- blackmail is blackmail!

 

 

Dick frowns, worry consuming his chest as he drives to the manor. Tim hasn't been answering his texts or picking up his calls, and when he'd asked Jason, his brother had replied with, "Don't worry, everything's chill," before hanging up.

So, Dick immediately assumed that everything was not "chill", and was currently speeding down the road and haphazardly pulling into the manor's driveway. He'll have to endure Alfred's disappointed look later, but his brothers' well-being took priority.

"Richard?" Damian called hesitantly, giving Dick a confused and irritated expression as he looked up from his phone, "You are civilized, so please act like it."

"Tim hasn't been answering my texts or my calls," he explains, and realization crosses Damian's face.

"...Shouldn't Jason be with him?" Damian says, expression pinched with both distaste and worry.

Dick sighs. But before either could make a move, there was a loud bang.

Before he even registered it, Dick's legs were already moving as fear filled his throat. What happened? What the hell was that noise?!

He takes the stairs two at a time, sprinting down the halls only to see Jason standing in the doorway, the door kicked in, and... he was recording? Absurdly loud purring filled the air, and Dick couldn't help but feel extremely confused.

"Jason?" he calls, twisting around as Damian lands next to him, an equally frantic look in his eyes.

"Richard, what happened?!" the dragonet demanded, shoving past him and Jason to peer into the room.

"Watch it, Brat," Jason huffed with no real heat behind his words, "It looks like someone gave Timmy some drugs."

Dick stiffens, "WHAT?!"

He shoves forward, the rage of a thousand protective suns burning in his chest as he surges forward. Tim was writhing on the ground, rubbing his face into the dirty rug without a care in the world!

"Tim!" he cried out, ignoring how Damian wheeled onto Jason with an enraged cry, "If Timothy was drugged then why are you standing there doing nothing, you buffoon!"

"Relax," Jason scoffed, "It's just-"

"Catnip," Dick finishes as he picks up the practically shredded bag. The room smelled slightly minty, and the dried leaves on the carpet matched that of what Selina would occasionally give her cats, "Where did he get catnip?"

"I'd bet that it was Steph," Jason replies, turning off and pocketing his phone while Dick kneels down to get a better look at Tim.

"Of course it was her," Damian huffs, crossing his arms before eyeing the mess that had became Tim's room, "It would take nothing short of a miracle to clean this mess."

Tim's eyes slipped open, and Dick was met with a barely-there ring of pale blue-white irises. The Fox's pupils nearly swallowing the entirety of his eyes, and Dick couldn't help but coo.

"Aww, are you high?" Dick grins, relaxing as Tim chirps a greeting before tilting forward. Dick furrowed his brows, only to melt as Tim gently butts his head against the human's chest with an insistent grumble.

He couldn't help but coo, reaching up to gently card a hand through his brother's hair. His chest felt warm as Tim gently pressed his cheek into the palm of his hand, the Fox's entire body vibrating with the force of his purring.

"I cannot believe you didn't contact anyone the moment you suspected something to be wrong," Damian hissed.

Jason scoffed, "It turned out fine!"

"We should contact Father and report what has happened to Timothy."

"Yeah, but do we have to?"

Dick easily tuned his brothers out, instead curling around Tim as he continued to purr and relax into Dick's embrace. So rarely did he get to hold his siblings- Tim especially- like this. Even if it was under... less than ideal conditions, Dick was going to enjoy this as much as he can.

Notes:

Later:
Bruce: Tim... is there something you need to tell me?
Tim, stumbling around with Dick hovering at his side: Uh... No...
Bruce: Well, if you ever need help with substance abuse, I know a few therapists who specialize-
Tim: 🧍🏼