I Don’t Think People Who Don’t Read Comics/mostly Read Wfa Understand How Much Of A Dweeb Tim Drake

Why I'm up always

I actually need some fanfic, where Bruce and Jason are in the middle of some argument, and a casual (and a well-practiced with Dick before) sentence leaves his mouth, something along the lines "How old do you think you are?!", meaning that he is acting childishly. And because Jason is irritated, and his tongue runs loose in his anger, he screams back that he is nineteen, and Bruce just freezes, because... Oh. Jason is nineteen. He is a fucking kid - his kid - that lost years of his teenhood, and was forced back without anyone giving him a space to catch up, with everyone else already treating him like an adult... When he isn't.

Another dream lol, I’ve been sitting on this one trying to put it into words

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Something terrible happens on patrol. It’s one of the rare nights that Bruce is completely alone, the rest of the family too angry to even be in the same room as him. Bruce understands, he really does. He hates himself too.

So, instead of sitting his family down and risking the inevitable fumble of his words, which would ultimately just make things worse, he does what he always does. He dons his cowl and he roams the streets, looking for someone to save, even if he can’t save himself.

It rough. It’s like all the petty criminal somehow got the memo that Bats was going at it alone. Bruce hardly had a moment to breathe as he jumped from alley to alley, just doing what he could.

Whether or not Bruce gets distracted by trying to protect an innocent civilian, overwhelmed by sheer number of perps surrounding him, a flashback of intense trauma, or another reason; Bruce gets shot.

Batman takes down the criminal who shot him with ease, pretending that the bullet missed or was deflected by his cape.

Bruce stumbles into an empty and desolate alley, bleeding severally from his side as he slumps down against a wall. He can’t help but remember his parents in a ln alleyway so similar to the one he was in now.

And fuck, if that doesn’t make him want to see his family. So, he calls them. The rapid blood loss making his hands shake and his vision swim with every movement.

Dick first. His first baby that he made so many mistakes with, but they still love each other. Dick is a constant in his life that he can always rely on for joy and to see the brighter side of things. Bruce is sure that if he never got involved Dick still would have grown into the wonderful and impressive adult that he was currently.

He goes straight to voicemail

Jason next. He’s not technically supposed to have his number but he’s Batman so it wasn’t that hard to find. Letting Jason down has always been Bruce’s greatest regret. He’s happy where they are now in their relationship, but he can’t help but think of the what-ifs. He wonders if Jason truly knows how much he loves him and never regrets taking him in.

He goes straight to voicemail

Tim pulled him out of the most depressive time of his life when not even Alfred or Dick could. No matter what Tim thought, he would always be his little boy, not just the neighbor’s son. He’s so intelligent and kind that Bruce feels his hearts swell every time he sees him

He goes straight to voicemail

He wishes with everything in his being that he had been in Damian’s life since the beginning. He wishes that he could connect with him now. Damian is so sweet and kind, not only with animals despite what he and a lot of people think. Bruce loves seeing him grow and learn away from the League of Assassins.

He goes straight to voicemail

Alfred has taken care of Bruce since the very beginning, even before his parents died. Even if Alfred would never acknowledge it, he knows that the three of them were in love with each other. Alfred took the place where his father would be if he was still alive. He’s always been there to set him straight or encourage him. Alfred promised him, when he was just a boy in a world of unknown, that he would always answer when he called.

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Bruce finally calls the Batmobile and has the car auto drive to his location. He limps into the front seat and watches his city fly by.

When he gets to the cave he collapses in a cot, shivering slightly, wondering why that cave suddenly feels so cold and why he feels so tired.

Bruce doesn’t have any time for that. He patches himself up, extracting the bullet from his side and stitching up his wound. He writes his report, keeping it simple and void of an unnecessary actions and emotions.

If anyone asks him, Bruce will tell them that nothing happened. It was a quiet night.

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:0 omg, so swaggy, also that's real as fuck, they share number one on my mental podium of favorite ships because I can't decide which I like more

It’s okay

Dc characters as things me and my friends have said bc we are mentally stable (This is Pluto's fault)

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Steph, 15 years old: ok wait if I die before August

Tim: Please don't-

Steph: wait wait- if I die before August it'll be a funny reference

Tim: I'll put a crowbar on your grave

Tim: and a Joker card

Steph: If you put a Joker card on my grave I'll haunt you

Tim: I've watched Supernatural I know how to deal with ghosts!

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Roy: You're literally the funniest person ever cuz you were there when comedy was conceived

Jason: WHAT

Roy: You were there at the conception

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Jason: pookie why are you tweaking about Dick Grayson in the year of our lord and savior [redacted]

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Tim: Off topic but my ribs hurt lol

Kon: TAKE OFF YOUR BINDER

Tim: I'M NOT WEARING ONE

Kon: POP AN ADVIL POOK

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Tim: On my third cup of caffeine and it’s only 9 am this is like a new record for me.

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Jason pre-robin: Yeah I was smoking on the roof last night-

Dick: YOU DID WHAT

Jason: It's not like it's dangerous

Dick: -_-

Dick: I'm gonna kill you one day I swear to god Jason.

I don't think people understand or grasp the comedic and fluff potential of Jason's goons gentle parenting / KNOWING he's young without knowing he's young.

They debate on his age, most settling between 16-20, but nine of them think he's twenty-one, but then again, they also suspect he doesn't have an I.D. They know he's a legal citizen, he's giving t the accent and Gothamite-born-and-raised attitude, but they don't freaking know, man.

Jason died when he was fifteen and lived with assassin ninjas for the next four years after rising from the dead, as one does... He doesn't know EVERYTHING, and sometimes he does stupid, childish things.

His goons are adults, some have children, some have children Jason's age, they're mostly all older than him, and so they kinda just... Just take to it, sometimes?

They side eye the f%#& out it him when he smokes, like, is he ALLOWED to so that? Boss, what about your health?! You're still so young!?

And Jason isn't even entirely aware of it, he's independent, of course, but deep down he's still just a fifteen year old kid who didn't grow up properly. Forced to grow up to fast, then not at all, and he doesn't realize it, but his goons do.

do not underestimate how many times i can listen to a song in a row