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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:

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Dick is kind of a big brother who knows what effect he has on his siblings's friends, and he never misses an opportunity to make himself look even cooler in their eyes. But Jason? Oh, Jason has no idea that people even consider him pretty and interesting.

It pisses his siblings even more.

Jason, on his bike, with the most insane face card: Hey, Replacement, hop on. We have work to do.

Kon, twirling his hair: Is your brother, like... free?

Bernard: Yeah, on Friday

Tim, with his eye twitching: I will kill you.

Jason, absolutely unaware of what is going on: ??? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO

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Jon, waving enthusiastically at Jason, who passes by kitchen: Jason is so cool!

Damian: ...

Jon: And kind!

Damian: Calling Todd kind is definitely a choice.

Jon: But he read me a bedtime story the last time I was staying here 😕

Damian, frowning: ...

(Damian, later that day: Why did you read bedtime story to Jon and not me.)

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Jason: Why Tim's and Damian's friends keep fucking glaring at me? Or stumble when I am around? What tf am I doing wrong?

Dick, trying to hide his laughter: Eh, no idea

Bruce, absentmindedly: I, actually, have the same problem when I am around other people

Alfred, amused: No DNA test required, that's for sure

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Sensitive Jason™

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Probably one of the things I love the most about Momokarun is how they're always in sync with each other, they matched each other's energy and they literally share the same brain cells

I love how it's always been like that from the moment they met and it never changed.

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Compare - PART 2 is DONE! (alt text provided)

Happy new year this one is just for me and 2 other freaks who will get me and go insane over this. I had a ton of fun doing this comic and I hope people enjoy it just as much! If you stuck around thank you!

PART 1 | PART 2 (here!)

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WOOF. UHM HELLO! this one is a long one! Quite the scroll! It is actually only *half* of the larger comic. I'm not done coloring it yet - but I finished all the inking. (alt desc. provided!)

Please stay tuned for the rest! I'm like kind of deranged over this whole comic and have put possibly way too much thought into everything about it. PART 1 (here!) | PART 2 (DONE!)

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If Tim succeeded in making a clone baby of Kon, maybe even mixed his dna.

Tim, holding a toddler: So, uh, congrats, it's a boy?

Kon: What? I-? Did I get you pregnant??

Tim: We never- I- Conner! I tried to clone you when you were dead!

Kon, looking at the child: "Tried"

Danny, eldritch abomination reborn for shits and giggles: Ba!

Tim: Yes, tried. He's more like a test tube baby. I used both our dna and I'm pretty sure Ra's did something to him since Danny wouldn't stop biting him, with superstrength, and now his eyes flash green when he's stressed. If I find evidence Ra's did something other than take my spleen, I'm burning the rest of his hide outs to the ground.

Kon, attracted to this idiot: I'll help

Danny: giggling

Kon, wanting to be a good dad: Can I hold him? We should set up a visitation schedule. We need so many parenting book! Tell me everything!

Tim, handing him the baby: Of course

Danny, now planning a whole parent trap: Ga!

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In art there's this concept of Negative Space, where you learn to understand that it's not just the thing you're looking at that's important, but the emptiness around it, and I wish we valued art more in our society because so much of life is like that.

It's important, when you look at something, to consider what isn't there just as much as what is

The stuff that isn't there is no less impactful

What people don't say is just as loud

Am I making sense?

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Martha Wayne always called the people she loved “My Dear” and things along this line. Bruce grew up hearing his mother say it to his father and Alfred all the time. And Martha almost never called him Bruce with the amount of cutesy pet names she called him, but my dear has always had a special place in his heart. It’s what connected all of them together

So whoever any of his kids gets sick, hurt, or is vulnerable he���ll use it in order to silently say that he loves them very deeply. It’s like when Bruce calls them sweetheart, which is the best thing ever to exist.

“My dear, you must finish all your medicine.”

“Yes my dear, I know you’re cold but you can’t have that many blankets.”

“Do you need more tissues my dear? It’s seems as though you’re running out.”

“Hang on sweetheart, Alfred has made you some soup in order to get better. You want me to feed you? Of course my dear.”

“Let me check your stitches my dear.”

“You did a wonderful job my dear, do not beat yourself up.”

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The funniest thing to ever come out of the la terreur gc is alya openly thirsting after people’s dads

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when i was sixteen and insane for my shakespeare class final i had to do the “alas poor yorick” monologue at a competition and while i was doing it i had this insane thought of like. i’ve never been and never will be closer to experiencing hamlet’s mental state than i am right now. like of course all that stuff didn’t happen to me but when you’re 16-19 you kind of feel like all that stuff is happening, all the time, constantly

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everyday gems

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Where the FUCK is “Hoes Mad, Reblog to have a karkalicious 2009”

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we usually think of mood as a scale from 1-5, but there's actually a negative scale too, where the frown turns back into a smile, but just a little insane !

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On my hands and knees begging adults to allow children to engage in risk play.

And by risk play I don't mean handing them a gun and playing Russian Roulette.

I mean like climbing trees, getting so sick spinning on the swing they throw up, balancing on the curb, sitting in the mud, walking on slippery surfaces, building half ass ramps to ride their bike over, standing on rocks, or anything that involves a smidgen of confidence and out of the box thinking that could result in injury.

Obviously like watch your kids and such, but when we talk about the fun of being an 80s or 90s kid, it's not just talking about CDs and Walkmans or not having iPads. It's about how kids today were robbed of critical learning and experience skills we were allowed to have.

Playgrounds disappearing, helicopter parents, and sue culture really destroyed a child's development in the United States, and I think it's about time we as adults recognize that, because the kids sure have.

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line & ayo!!