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What a happy family! Hm… that lamp looks a bit weird. What’s that on your hand Tim?
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They're all so happy 🙂
Accurate eldest sibling representation.
This is too funny to me.
Fanon!Dick: I would die for my brothers. I want to spend as much time as I can with them, my babies, I love them. Why don't we spend more time together at the mansion? I wish I could move in with them again.
Canon!Dick, with a cursed tendency towards self-sacrifice: Yes, I would die to save my family's life, but for God's sake, LEAVE ME ALONE FOR FIVE MINUTES. No, you can't be my emergency contact, no, I don't need you with me all the time. Thank u <3
Had to quickly draw this out!
Ref picture under the cut off
how the fam find out Jason's still alive
Dick, looking through old photo books: aw, it's such a shame Talia didn't tell B about you until recently Dami, I'd have loved to see photos of you as a baby
Damian: ? I can get baby photos if that is required in this family
Dick: what, how? Talia doesn't seem like the baby-book kind of woman, no offense.
Damian: She was not, however after my brother was brought out of the Lazarus pit he was given a few old cameras in an attempt to make his mind focus on something not harmful to himself and settle down. He took a lot of photos of our family during his training.
Dick:
Bruce:
Both, simultaneously: your what now?
-later-
Damian, walking into the room with an old box: Alright so I broke into his current safe house while he was working and took one of the boxes. I believe these should suffice for your 'baby books'
Bruce: hold on you broke into his- your brother lives in Gotham??? there's a trained league assassin working in this city and you didn't tell me? Damian we need to talk about your habit of withholding important infor-
Dick: Bruce.....
Bruce: -mation. what?
Dick: look at the.... photo...
Bruce, leaning over to see a photo of Jason Todd holding baby Damian up at the head of a meeting table like in the lion king, red smear on his forehead, while Ra's Al Ghul stares at them both from his seat looking Tired Of Jason's Shit™:
Damian, peering at the photo: yes, Todd got quite good with the timers on those cameras, he took many a photo holding me like that. I believe it was a special campaign designed to get on grandfather's nerves enough that he'd agree to watch the movie with us.
Bruce:
Dick:
*screaming*
bonus:
Tim: you know some of these photos are actually really good, like the angles and tones you used
Jason: you steal Robin, I steal photography.
Tim:
funnier in my head but we're all thinking the same thing, right? jason:
wally and dick doodle bc I love them and experimenting with outfits
I think a lot about Jason missing his adolescence and the dismorphia he must feel waking up in a body twice his size all of a sudden.
But recently I've been thinking about the loss Bruce and Dick must feel for missing that portion of his life that they were likely looking forward to. To need to look up at their baby boy/brother all of a sudden when your last memory of him you could carry him on your hip. This man has a whole personality, memories, experiences they don't know about when just yesterday they knew everything about him.
The idea of Jason not having any scars after the Lazarus pit is also angst central usually. Jason shows up and says "I'm not the kid you knew". They look over him and the small burn on his wrist from when him and Dick tried to cook? Gone. The scar on his back from falling in training that led to him and Bruce taking a PT break together? Nowhere to be seen.
When they work together they slot into his right out of habit since he's had more of an opening there since he broke his arm but... That injury doesn't exist anymore so he moves out of that position. And they're left with that small reminder that he's grown now. He's still Jason but they don't know him like they used to anymore.
If DC lets Tim grow up trust Steph will be on the opposite side of the room for a couple months. When Jason came back Dick was constantly perching, climbing and hanging from things to avoid looking up at his baby brother all of a sudden.
Girlhood to me is watching all the twerps you knew as a tween grow massive only for you to be stuck at the same height.
BTW Steph was the tallest Robin and Jason was the smallest. Send tweet
Ugh I love this every time I see it. Dick is looking at Red hood, at his brother alive and in front of him in the present, like he is all the light in the world(note the choice of lighting hitting that side of his face). Jason will never know though cause he won’t look back, he’s too focused on Robin and the red hood helmet, at what was and what has to be done. He does not dare look at what is at the moment because what if Dick is also looking at Robin, what if the brother he wanted back was not him any longer. So he will focus on the mission while Dick is left to despair over what could be.
"Do I look like him?"
Nightwing aerial silk routine to this song. Might add a part 2
Please comment even if its criticism. I need the motivation
“War and glory, reinvention, fusion, freedom, her attention”
Wip of Nightwing to this song. Done!
I’m trying to make it look like an aerial choreo that at least kinda makes sense… 4 more panels planned out kinda confused on how to end it
Can we talk about the implications here? The fact that Dick probably taught Bruce the specific kind of acrobatics necessary to do this kind of performance because that isn’t just coming from material arts training. The fact that Bruce just knows the trapeze routine Dick was doing already. The implication that they probably practice together often as a form of father son bonding just as Dick used to turn his birth parents.
Superman/Batman: World’s Finest (2022) Issue #6
What exactly do you mean by that Richard? 🤨🕵️
Batman/Superman: World’s Finest (2022) Issue #7
Whenever the Bats would complain about any of their tech malfunctioning, Bruce would definitely be the type of dad to go "Back in the days, I didn't even have that" (and of course he overdoes it) :
Dick : This grappling gun's jammed again !
Bruce : Be grateful. I used to scale buildings by hand with a hook and rope.
Dick : Yeah, yeah.
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Tim : The encryption program is too slow to crack this file.
Bruce : I cracked codes with a pencil, paper, and a lot of staring.
Tim : [rolls his eyes]
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Jason : The comms in my helmet cut out mid-fight. How am I supposed to fucking coordinate with the other dickwads ?!
Bruce : When I started, I had no comms. Hand signals and pigeons were my options.
Jason : ... Pigeons ?
Bruce : Yeah, now quit whining.
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Damian : Father ! My sword tracker isn’t syncing properly !
Bruce : Know what I used to do when I lost track of my gear on the field ? I used this thing called "my eyes" to find it. Maybe try that.
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Barbara : The Batcomputer is practically prehistoric at this point. Maybe it’s time to invest in an upgrade.
Bruce : Prehistoric ? I started with a notebook and an encyclopedia. Plus, I had to cross-reference everything manually. How’s that for prehistoric ?
Barbara : Sure, Grandpa.
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Cass : My night vision is acting up. Can you fix it ?
Bruce : When I first started, I had to rely on the moonlight. You’ve got infrared, thermal imaging, and sonar. Don’t take it for granted.
Cass : ...
Bruce : ... Fine, I’ll fix it.
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In the group chat.
Tim : Just survived another sermon about the olden days and gratitude. I swear, I’ve got a migraine.
Steph : Yikes. What was it about this time ?
Jason : Let me guess. How he had to hack into systems using a pocket calculator and sheer willpower ?
Tim : Close. It was how he used to decode encrypted files by hand and climb five stories to cut the power while it rained.
Steph : Classic. Did he end with the “you don’t know how easy you have it” speech ?
Tim : Oh, absolutely. With a bonus lecture about how he built the Batcomputer.
Jason : Next time, just tell him you don’t care.
Tim : And risk another hour ? No thanks.
Duke and Jason Being Hood Kids - Part 10
Dick is dreaming. He has to be dreaming. The scene in front of him is a nightmare, but the operative verb is ‘dreaming’ and oh my fucking God.
“My brother, Roy?” He knows he’s shrieking at octaves that probably trigger dogs, but he can’t help it. “My baby brother!”
Jason throws a t-shirt at him. A shirt that he should be wearing, because who gave him permission to be half naked with anyone, much less with Roy Harper?
“You don’t know how to knock?” The younger man’s pissed, but Dick’s so far beyond caring. “Ring a doorbell? Send a text? Jesus, Dick, what if I’d been—“
“Naked?” Dick is pulling at his hair and gesturing wildly, completely ignoring the bleeding wound on his arm that led him to break into his brother’s apartment in the first place. “Or—don’t you fucking move, Roy!”
The disheveled redhead freezes. His hair’s a mess, he’s got a bruise—oh God, a hickey—blooming on his neck, and he’s holding his unzipped pants up with one hand while reaching for the front door with the other.
In retrospect, Dick absolutely could’ve knocked. Or rung the doorbell. Or texted, even. Hell, a quick ‘bullet grazed my arm on patrol, need a stitch or two and a bandaid’ wouldn’t have hurt. In fact, it likely would’ve saved him from tumbling through Jason’s living room window to find his brother pinned to the wall, held up by his thighs with legs wrapped around Roy’s waist, one hand buried in red hair and the other dipping into the other man’s—
Oh my God, Jason’s having sex. The thought rings in his head like a church bell on Sunday morning. My little brother’s been deflowered.
“How long has this been going on?” Dick’s switched to his Nightwing’s Asking The Fucking Questions Now, Asshole voice. “Who—“
Roy steps between Jason and Dick. “Dickie, that’s not—“
“How long have you been defiling my baby brother?”
“Defiling? Jesus, we’re consenting adults!”
“And we’ve been dating for over a year,” Jason interjects. “No defiling…Well, there’s been defiling, but it’s been mutual.”
Dick feels his soul leave his body momentarily. It comes back, but it’s forever scarred by this knowledge now.
“Did anyone else…” His voice is hoarse from all the shrieking. He’s barely holding it together and wants to do some more screaming very soon. “Who knows?”
Jason sighs in exasperation and grabs the shirt he threw Dick’s way. He puts it on and grabs the first aid kit by the coffee table before pushing his older brother onto the couch.
“Duke,” he answers. He pops the kit open and retrieves a set of gloves to check the wound on Dick’s arm. “He’s the only one I told. Tim knows I’m dating someone, but he doesn’t know who. Pretty sure Bruce knows via osmosis or some shit, because he’s Bruce.”
Dick’s not sure if it’s blood loss or shock, or maybe a combination of both, but he’s suddenly reeling and lightheaded.
“Duke?” Jason’s cleaned the wound already. He’s threading a needle for stitches now. “You told Duke? Why not me? Why didn’t Duke tell me?”
Roy, who’s keeping a safe distance from the brothers across the room, snorts incredulously. “Gee, I wonder why. Couldn’t be because you might overreact.”
Dick glares at his friend—possibly murder victim by the end of the night, but he hasn’t decided yet—while Jason completes the first stitch. “I just walked in on you trying to—“
“Engage in perfectly consensual adult activities?” Jason tugs at the thread with more force than is necessary and is satisfied when Dick winces in pain. “In the privacy of my own home? I’m 22, asshole. I can’t get dicked down in peace?”
Soul leaving body again. Might not come back this time.
Jason finishes a third stitch and nods, satisfied that the wound is closed. “And Duke knows that snitches get stitches. He wouldn’t blab without good reason.”
“True that.”
Dick almost jumps out of his skin when Duke, who absolutely wasn’t here a second ago, joins the conversation.
“Chill out, Big Bird,” the teen laughs as he tosses a backpack onto the couch. “Roy texted. Apparently you saw something you weren’t supposed to see and need a ride home. Civvies in the bag, change and we’ll go.”
Dick feels like he’s losing his mind. “You knew! You never said anything!”
Duke shrugs. “First rule of surviving in Gotham, my dude—snitches get stitches. Not my business, not my news. But also, fuck I look like outing people?”
Jason fist-bumps their younger brother and smirks. This is unacceptable. A travesty. A hate crime. Not actually a crime, but it feels like one and Dick hates it.
“You don’t know it now but there’s still more to lose”
Wip. Please interact and give me suggestions so I have the motivation to finish this
Help! How do I get the back of Nightwing’s head to look like he’s leaning his head forward? Anything I do just makes his head look smaller 😭😭
Wip for an edit I have in my mind to this song
Roy: Jason and I have decided that god forbid should anything horrible happen to us, we would like Dick to be Lian's legal guardian.
Jason: Roy!
Roy: It's the right decision Jaybird.
Dick: That is great news! Lian! When something horrible happens you're gonna be all mine!
Jason: It really is an if situation...
Dick: *Already picking up Lian* All mine!
Bruce: I don't mean to ruin this really beautiful moment but, was I even considered for this?
Barbara (over comms): B?
Bruce: I mean I am the parent of 6 healthy well-adjusted children who-
Barbara: Bruce you gotta go down to the police station. Damian just vandalized the school.
Bruce: ...
Bruce: This is not over
Dick: *Has been spinning around the house with Lian in his arms this whole time* Let's go see your new room Babywing!
Jason: Not her name...
I was rewatching Young Justice and the fact that all versions of Robin are the only one forced to keep their secret identity even with their teammates and friends is usually written off as Batman being paranoid. I think it's more than that, that it's his way of giving the kids an 'out'. If they ever decide they don't want to fight crime anyone they have a safe identity to return to, no obligations.
They are children first, soldiers second. Bruce knows better than anyone the loneliness his job brings and of course he would want better for anyone, especially his kids.
Jason: "Don't attack, it's me."
Dick, staring at the target through the scope: "Finally, what took you so long--" *turns and stares*
Jason, in Discowing suit: "Bike had problems. What?
Dick: "You know what."
Jason: "Come on, you don't like my Halloween costume? Literally had to fight Robin 3 for it."
Dick:
Jason, grinning: "Too soon?"
Dick: "Let's just get this over with, I can't even look at you right now."
Jason, muttering as he takes the scope from him: "Holy self-loathing Batman."
Dick: *shoves him off the roof*
Specifically, Tim is for the kids who had parents with undiagnosed trauma and mental illnesses. The ones who had to gentle parent their own parents. The ones that have to remain stable even when they can't because they are needed.
Dick is for the eldest children that feel constant guilt for how their actions affect the rest of the family. In success, you set a standard too high for them and in failure you're taking away resources(time, emotional energy, money) that should have been theirs.
Somewhere in between, relating to them both, is the youngest that has to be happy all the time for the family to function. The one that gets made fun of when you need a joke. But also the one that knows everyone's triggers and is always paying attention to everyone's mood. The one whose work is never recognized because no one else has to be home as much as them, everyone else gets a break but them.
Dick is for the eldest sibling while Tim is for the parentified children and I think that's the most important difference between them
Dick Grayson:
*runs the titans*
*works for the league*
*has a day job*
*solo patrols bludhaven*
*solo patrols New York*
*on call 24/7 for regularly scheduled Gotham crisis(es)*
*training at least 40% of new gen heroes at any given moment*
*infiltrating the current annoying cult, corrupt gov, spy organization, company, mafia group, evil underground ancestral foundations of a city and random corrupt modeling industry*
*monitoring drug pedaling in 3 cities*
*emotionally regulating 80% of his family bc why would they do it themselves? Nah let’s just ruin relationships for fun -cough Bruce cough-*
* maintaining civilian cover*
*canonically does volunteer work*
I am beginning to think nightwing doesn’t have anger issues he’s just overstimulated bc wtf
Like Dick take a break what is this?
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Dick currently working on infiltrating the mob, after 4 days of 6+ hour patrols bc bludhaven has no chill an Arkham breakout, a performance review at work that took too long, organizing a titans outer space mission, just got back from training Jon Kent: no one call me plz god no one call me I can’t do this I have so much work no one. Call me plz
*phone rings* -it’s tim
He could ignore it but last time he left Tim alone for a month the dumbass lost his spleen and decided a cowl was a fashion choice (equally bad in his opinion)
Dick picking up the phone with his non broken arm: yello
Tim: so I accidentally maybe got kidnapped and maybe also started a cult around the concept of Batman and I’m out of energy drinks. (All equally dire in tims opinion)
Dick popping 4 caffeine pills: shut up I’ll be there in 30 don’t DO ANYTHing.
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Jason: sooo I might be engaged to an alien princess
Dick about to pop a Xanax: tell me it’s Kori or at least in this galaxy
Jason: nope
Dick: …. Can it wait
Jason: she wants to eat me, their species is like a praying mantis knockoff but with space and mind control.
Dick: yeah okay give me an hour I’ll call raven
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Damian: hello Richard
Dick: what did you do.
Damian: I have been kidnapped by my mother
Dick: again
Damian: I feel it would be redundant to say anything
Dick: …….. alright I’ll call the nearest flying hero be there in a bit… keep ur spine where it is Damian or I swear to god-
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Bruce: cult
Dick who just got done with an undercover mission: anddd?
Bruce: we need someone to infiltrate it
Dick: I swear to god I. will. hurt. you
Bruce: hnnnn
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Babs: I have… acquired a child
Dick who is fighting deathstroke : …okayyyy
Babs who is watching the fight: she’s a little bit … traumatized
Dick, dodging a katana: preaching to the choir
Babs: can you do your whole, human empathy and kindness tell me ur life story I have puppy dog eyes.
Dick: ….
Babs: you owe me
Dick: … one day I will delete all your numbers and disappear
Babs cheerfully: you know no matter where you go I can find you hunk wonder see you in 3 hours don’t die before then!
I did this instead of working on my schoolwork- the semesters barely started and I’m already dreading it 💀
(Reference pic, close ups, and text caption under break)
Tim in a shirt that says “gay” is laughing at Damian: these shirts are really accurate, especially your’s Damian.
Damian in a shirt that says “abortion (failed)” is looking down at his shirt and pissed: FUCK YOU DRAKE! MY PARENTS WANTED ME…
Dick in a shirt that says “slut” with a deadpan face: I feel like I’m being slut shamed.
Jason in a shirt that says “big dick” covering his face and blushing: Who the hell picked these shirts?
This is the funniest batfam meets JL crack fic I've read. Nightwing joins JL, they suspect him because he's close to B and it turns into the batfam doing a home alone on the JL. It's unserious and hilarious I was crying laughing and I really needed that after all the angst I've been consuming recently
Dick: Knowing what to do in an emergency is very important, so I'll teach you some basic first aid procedures. For example, what would you do if I got stabbed?
Damian: Avenge you.
Jason: You became a fucking cop?! Ew.
Dick: Is that really worse than being a gang member or a terrorist?
Jason(Crime Lord, recognized publicly in several nations as a terrorist): Yeah?
I love when ACAB gets brought up in batfam fics and people dog on nightwing like this dumbass hasn’t been using the same technique since the 80s.
-the mob is bad… I’ll join them and ruin it inside out
-the cops are bad… I’ll join them and ruin the corrupt system
-spyral is bad …. I’ll join them and ruin it inside out
-the court of the owls is bad… I’ll join them and ruin it from the inside out
-deathstroke is bad …. I’ll raise his kids and ruin their relationship with him from the inside out.
-Aliens want to take over planet… this is bad… I’ll send someone to join them and ruin it from the inside out
Dick saw the BDP and went … yep the same routine I use for terrorists, spies, aliens and mobsters work.
AND YALL THINK DICK LIKES THE COPS?
Bro is just a professional cuckoo let him liveeeee
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Batboys with their sometimes-disappeared in Speedforce/ blown up at Sanctuary/ died after beating the shit out of Superboy-Prime/ imprisoned by a twisted version of his dad/ killed after losing a fcking global vote-besties
Very in character but I raise you: while the others are fighting, Dick slowly puts down the Lorax
Batkids do a "hear me out" cake:
Tim: *Puts Talia to annoy Damien*
Damien: *Starts yelling at Tim while everyone else is trying not to laugh*
Jason: *Mentally freaking out while trying his hardest to act along with the bit*