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Here are some of my favorite Dick and Damian moments:

1. Damian being shocked that Dick saved his life early in their partnership (Batman and Robin vol 1 #3)

2. Damian being sad that they won’t be Batman and Robin anymore when Bruce comes back (Batman and Robin vol 1 #10)

3. Dick waiting with Damian while Talia and Bruce fought (Batman #34)

4. “We were the best, Richard.” (Batman Incorporated #8)

5. Dick taking Damian to the arcade (Nightwing #4)

6. Damian trying to wake Dick up when he was in a coma after getting shot (Nightwing Annual #2)

7. Damian being afraid that Dick is gonna replace him by having a kid of his own (Nightwing #17)

8. Dick comforting Damian while he cries (Batman #33)

9. Dick teasing Damian about having a crush (Superman/Batman #77)

10. The reunion hug! (Grayson #12)

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The Sketch, England, February 14, 1934

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I’m in love

Light and drawing, Nikita Busyak

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Literally the best part of Breaking Dawn is Renesmee getting sad that she doesn’t sparkle like the others, and Bella saying “You’re the prettiest” followed immediately by Edward saying “I have to disagree” right in front of her

Like I get Edward can’t turn off the Bella Compliment Machine but imagine being self conscious about your looks and your mom is like “oh honey I think you’re the best looking one here.” And then your dad walks in like “What? No she’s not.”

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I half-suspect that a big part of Batman’s enduring appeal is that nearly every possible Flanderisation of the character is funny as hell.

When most characters get boiled down to a single overriding personality trait, they just end being trite and annoying, but not Batman. I mean, we’ve got:

Compulsively Stealthy Batman

Ludicrously Overprepared Gadgeteer Batman

Standing on a Gargoyle in the Rain Monologuing About the City of Gotham Like He Kind of Wants to Have Sex With It Batman

MY PARENTS ARE DEEEAAAD Batman

The Goddamn Batman

Grumpy Dadman

Adam West

… and every last one of them is a comedy gold mine.

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me to baby, after twenty minutes of trying to get him to chill: …and if that purple yacht gets sunk, Mama’s gonna buy you a pickup truck. And if there’s a pickup truck recall, Mama’s gonna buy you a wrecking ball. And if that gets CPS involved, Mama’s gonna buy you an age-appropriate doll -

me to baby, after forty minutes: …and if Olympus Mons gets razed, Mama’s gonna buy you some flying sleighs. And if the flying sleighs get banned, Mama’s gonna buy you a Congressman. And if he still won’t pass your bill, Mama’s gonna buy you a Silmaril. And if that starts an awful war, Mama’s gonna buy you a dinosaur. And if your dino won’t ride to battle, Mama’s gonna buy you a magic saddle -

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for @ithilgalad75

happy bday <3 <3

Made using prompt for Day 1, "A Celebration of 81 Years" of @dickgraysonweek

[It was inspired by this panel]

On Ao3

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Atlas

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Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt: Buried in Rubble

For @ithilgalad75​

Read it on Ao3 here! 

Jason is practically a deadweight against Dick’s side, arm slung around his shoulder. Of course things had gone sideways during a routine case. Of course Joker had decided to show up. Dick had gotten caught up in fighting off the hordes of arms dealers while Jason took on his worst nightmare by himself. Jason is more than capable of keeping himself safe, but the Joker is his greatest weakness, and the worst part is that Joker knows it. 

It hadn’t been a problem until the monster brought out the crowbar.

Jason had clung to his fury, beating past the panic underneath his skin to shoot Joker’s kneecaps out and get the hell out of there with Dick in tow, but he hadn’t gotten away unscathed. He’s definitely got a few cracked ribs, and one shoulder took a heavy hit with the crowbar. His left ankle got completely shattered, too. Dick helps his brother limp along, cursing the damned clown under his breath as they go. 

They’re making their way to one of the lesser used entrances to the Cave, but even though it’s narrow, which won’t do Jason’s claustrophobia any favors, it’s the closest way home. Dick just needs to get them somewhere safe.

The tunnel’s ceiling is low—walls cramped and dark. Dick isn’t sure this passage has ever been used before now. Jason slumps a little more against him, and Dick casts an uneasy glance at his little brother, taking a moment to stop and run his fingers through the messy curls. Jason leans into the touch, but he doesn’t speak. 

“C’mon Little Wing,” Dick murmurs. “Almost home.”

They manage to walk a few more feet before the ground starts to rumble beneath their feet. Dick’s hold on his brother tightens for a moment before he tumbles over, losing his balance as the earth underneath roils dizzyingly. Earthquakes aren’t uncommon in Gotham, but this one is stronger than the last few minor ones they’ve had. Both boys tumble to the ground, and for a long moment the only sound is the rumbling all around them. 

Then, a loud crack slices through the air, and the ceiling crumples on top of them. The only reaction Dick has time for is a wordless shout before the rubble falls, a cloud of debris obscuring his vision for several painstaking moments. Dick coughs, trying to breathe around the pulverized rock as the cloud of dust begins to dissipate. Somehow, he’s escaped without injury, lying a few feet away from the pile of stones blocking the tunnel. 

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a friendly reminder that microaggressions against asians can also look like this:

pretending to gag at asian food

pretending to be weirded out by asian customs and cultures

excusing cultural appropriation (often through ignoring the stories of asians who have been mocked for wearing their ethnic dress while praising a white person for doing so)

not trying to learn how to pronounce an asian person's ethnic name correctly, or asking, "can i call you by something else?"

adopting an asian name for the ~aesthetic~

using the words "oriental" and "exotic" to describe asian people, particular asian women

ignoring the experiences and stories of south, southeast, and central asians

making sweeping assumptions about asian countries (including their political, historical and cultural landscape)

treating the entire asian community as a monolith and ignoring the fact that the experiences of asian nationals are remarkably different from the asian diaspora/migrant community

co-opting asian aesthetics into creative media without acknowledging their history

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Sleeping on each other + Dick and Damian?

“How long has he been out?” Dick hears Stephanie whisper from close by.

With his eyes closed, he can’t see where she is—hadn’t even realized she had been in the room, actually—but he doesn’t open them to find out. Small, gentle fingers run through his hair, keeping Dick in place and relaxed, despite Steph’s intrusion.

“He isn’t sleeping,” Damian says, tone just as soft despite his words. “Merely resting.”

Steph hums, sounding unconvinced. “He sure looks asleep to me.”

The thing is, Dick isn’t asleep, not really. He’s floating just on the edge of a doze, his head resting in Damian’s lap, grateful Damian hadn’t protested much besides his usual grumblings.

And Dick hadn’t meant to lie there long enough to unwind so fully, either. At least, not to the point of near dozing, but with his heart pulsing painful palpitations of sheer emotion and his mind running in dizzying circles, the moment Damian’s fingers gently tugged at Dick’s hair, Dick had been gone.

And Damian hadn’t complained once. Not really. Not in a way that would make Dick think himself anything but welcome in his little brother’s company.

Dick’s thoughts swirl and weave into a confusing mesh of patterns and warmth of gentleness, and he finds himself drifting once again. It’s only Damian’s voice that pulls him back from under once again.

“I am not sure Richard is okay,” Damian says, quiet, yet still sudden enough that Dick’s mind snaps back to attention. There’s a hesitation, and then, “I don’t know how to help him.”

Steph sighs. “Honestly, don’t think any of us are okay, Dames.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then Steph huffs a laugh.

“Oh, chill, you gremlin. Dick isn’t the only one that can call you that, you know. I was right there with you guys through that mess when Bruce was—ya know. It was us three and Alf. I think I reserve the right to give you non-insulting nicknames.”

Damian says nothing.

“But seriously, Damian,” Steph says, her voice lowering to a softness that’s hard to come by in genuineness when it comes to Stephanie Brown.

Some sappy part of Dick is satisfied that his little family is more than him just bridging the gaps between individuals like it used to be. His family has started to build their own bridges to each other, and some metaphorical weight eases just slightly at the realization.

“He’s overworking himself,” Steph continues. “At this rate, something’s going to give.”

“Richard promised to take a break,” Damian tells Steph.

���I’m not talking about Dick,” Steph says. “I’m talking about Bruce. And the worse your dad gets, the worse Dick gets trying to fill in every thing Bruce lets slip in his conquest to be a super scary masked nighttime ass-kicker.”

Dick can imagine Damian’s confused scowl. “What is the point, Stephanie?”

“My point, Damian, you lovely little gremlin, you, is that in order to help Dick, we need to help your dad.”

“Father won’t allow it.”

“Who cares?” Steph says. “Bruce may be Batman, he may be your dad, but he sucks at seeing some of the things in front of him.”

“Meaning?” Damian clicks his tongue, seemingly impatient.

Steph sighs. “Dick is one of Bruce’s biggest blind spots. As much as Bruce sees and thinks about every probability, there’s a weight that he always seems to leave for Dick to pick up when he gets like this.”

Damian falls quiet. Throughout all of this, his fingers never stop brushing through Dick’s hair.

“Father tends to bear the weight of the sky,” Damian finally says, quiet and thoughtful, “but Richard brings up the sun.”

“Poetic,” Steph snorts. “But yeah, you get the picture. Dick just sucks at taking care of himself sometimes, especially when Bruce needs to be taken care of.”

“Then we shall take care of them both,” Damian declares.

Steph laughs. “Business as normal, I guess. God, vigilantes are such a pain in the ass.”

“You are a vigilante.”

“My point exactly.”

“I don’t believe I will ever understand you, Brown.”

“All part of my charm, Dames.”

Dick huffs out a slight breath of laughter before he lets himself finally sink into a dreamless sleep, surrounded by his family.

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I loved my gift fic!!!

@ithilgalad75 requested “Shot” with Dick and Alfred for Batman Bingo. thanks for the prompt, I hope you like it!

AO3

“Batman, you must get up. I’ve allowed you too much rest as it is.”

Dick wheezes where he normally would’ve laughed. “Rest—is that … is that what you”—Dick stops, panting for a moment as he tries and fails to catch his breath—“you call it?” Dick wonders if Alfred can even understand him. Each word forces the bullets in his chest to swirl and rattle, and the words catch in his throat and mix with blood. 

“The car, sir,” Alfred insists, pleads. “You’re nearly there.”

Dick still hasn’t caught his breath—that’s what Alfred’s so-called “rest” had been for. Maybe his breath is gone for good, MIA.

“Batman, respond.”

Dick opens his eyes, lifts his head from the ground with a cough. “Did I … pass out?”

“Only briefly. Now listen to me: you need to get to the car.”

Dick drops his head back down with a choked sob and squeezes his eyes so tight that he sees spots. The pain and blood loss has factorialized his weight, and if he has to drag himself one more inch, his arms will fall off. “I can’t, I can’t.” He wants to be done, after everything, he deserves to be done. 

“You bloody must,” Alfred snaps. Then, softer, he says, “Master Richard—please, I—” Alfred cuts off the transmission, and it’s quiet for nearly ten seconds. “You must, you just must.”

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Feeling so validated rn!

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Love your style!

Batfamily Illustration Gallery

I finally have enough drawings for a little gallery! IDK why I’m excited about that, but I am. These were so much work, hours and hours of art, and now I get to kick back with my pot of coffee and be like ‘yeah…I can f*%$’in draw’ 

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Ignoring canon like

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Why I love Alfred Pennyworth.

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This isn’t a request but I just feel like Clark Kent (the reporter) would look really good in your style

Almost Clark Kent. I’ll have to try again sometime haha

Hmm...

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