#[headcanon]

[eweexiy]

*the black brothers gossiping in french*

sirius: who's the hottest guy in school?

regulus: my james, of course.

sirius: no, you're dating him, it doesn't count-

regulus: your boyfriend.

sirius: WHAT-

*regulus looks slyly at lupin and grins*

*remus and james, who don't speak french, look at each other nervously and uncomprehendingly*

black brothers; wolfstar; jegulus;

[incorrectbatfam]

It's time we spice up the vigilante scene. My suggestions:

• A Rogues exchange program with Central City

• LOVEMUFFIN guest villains

• Each batkid gets to be evil for a day

• Each goon gets a freebie crime

• Drop a Death Note in Crime Alley

• Build a second Gotham

• Release The Horse

[spocks-husband]

Hey guys I'm like violently depressed can you send me some Bruce Wayne headcanons to make me feel better. Please.

[karjalantroll]

I haven't changed much, they're in harmony

[ohgodwhatdoiputhere]

hc that barty has really bad eyesight but he refuses to wear glasses because "it ruins his look"

[memariaaa]

I might stop posting for a while bc my mental health has gotten worse and I rlly need to take a break.

Tysm for all the love and support, I really appreciate it!! 🫶🏼☺️

Sorry if your message wasn’t answered, im trying my best to answer you all…

Love you! 💗

[roowse]

Hear me out :

Izuku Midoriya used to stutter a lot back in primary/middle school (it kinda stopped when he met all might, due to him being more confident or smth)

And even as an adult, the first time he tried to speak to you, he was stuttering HARD. Took him a minute to ask for your name (which you gave him, as well as your number)

[peacefulofskye]

The potential comedy and heartbreak! Exquisite

Au where Jason is under the impression Talia told Bruce Jason was alive and just moves back to Gotham to get back to the life he missed. GED, college, part time job, etc. Runs into one of the bats at a coffee shop one day and is confused why they just fainted

[lucychanart]

Demon Lucien and priest Tamlin au👩🏻‍🦯

NSFW on Patreon ✨️

[incorrectbatfam]

Everyone's talking about Jason and Steph these last 2 issues but what about Tim and Selina???? Please can we get more of catmom Selina with Tim?

Tim: I hacked into Falcone's bank account and gathered all records of money laundering in the past two months. I saved them onto three thumb drives and printed it out here.

Selina: Excellent work, Red Robin.

Selina: *puts it on the fridge*

———————

Tim: I mirrored Lady Shiva's hotel computer and got her flight information out of the country. Copies of her ticket and taxi reservation are on my desk.

Selina: Nice job, kid. I'll intercept her at the airport right after I do this.

Selina: *puts it on the fridge*

———————

Tim: The hidden camera photos are in! We know the extent of Scarecrow's arsenal. Now, for our strategy—

Tim: Selina, where are you going?

Selina: Just putting these on the fridge! Be right back.

———————

Tim: I rearranged mine and Bruce's shared work calendar so we can both make it to the Japanese merger deal. Can you print it out while I get ready?

Selina: Of course.

Tim: Thanks, Mom. By the way, I think Goliath dug another crater in the yard.

Tim: *leaves*

Selina: *prints the calendar and puts it on the fridge*

———————

Bruce: Does anyone know why our refrigerator is plastered with confidential information?

Selina: *sips her tea*

[bricknoizez]

approved artist👍 approved oc to👍

30000000000000/10

I shouldve posted some of these actually ermm

[oh23]

yawlll imagine if Bruce had beef w tim’s parents as a whole and after they die and he fully adopts tim he just acts like he’s always been tim’s dad😭

tim: oh yeah my dad once got me tickets to that game when i was 10

bruce: yeah I remember u really wanted to go

tim: um… no? That. I meant. Jack…?

bruce: huh

bruce: never heard of him.

[thedemonofcat]

One of those married-off-to-a-powerful-ruler fics, BUT it’s Geralt given to His Highness Julian, Regent of Redania or wherever.

Julian is feared for his ruthless efficiency, but he’s very warm and sweet to Geralt. He makes sure Geralt has everything he could need, that the other witchers will be cared for, and never tries to make Geralt play the court’s mind games.

Geralt suspects that Julian enjoys his blunt nature, which is so scandalous to the other nobles.

When he falls in love with his husband, Geralt decides to court Julian in the witcher fashion. Much to the horror of the courtiers.

What do you have there, my husband?” Prince Julian—or Jaskier, as the Consort preferred to be called—asked as he approached Geralt from behind.

“A gift for you, my Little Lark,” Geralt replied, handing over a small, carefully wrapped box. Inside was a delicate flute, carved from what appeared to be bone. “It’s made from the bones of a Leshen.”

For a bard, a musical instrument was a perfect gift, but this one carried even deeper meaning. It was a testament to Geralt’s strength and devotion to protecting his mate. Jaskier, who often complained about Leshens giving his kind a bad reputation, would surely appreciate the irony.

“It’s wonderful, Geralt,” Jaskier said warmly, his smile lighting up his face as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to his husband’s lips.

Their tender moment, however, didn’t sit well with everyone. The visiting Duke’s expression soured, his face nearly crimson. “Your Highness, I must insist you put an end to this outrageous display of impropriety!” he huffed.

“Oh, come now, it’s just a kiss,” Geralt said with a sly grin. To make his point, he leaned closer, pressing a flurry of kisses all over Jaskier’s face. The bard burst into laughter, his mirth echoing through the room

[incrediblyaccuratethoughts]

Added another chapter, here we goooo ~~

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Tim stepped out of the Batcave to grab himself a coffee. He was gone for 10 minutes.

So tell him why as soon as he closes the entrance, he's accosted with the sound of Jason and Damian bickering over the bat computer. The computer he’d been using for the past 5 hours to try and solve an ongoing trafficking ring.

“I told you my fucking number and I’m no liar,” Jason grumbles.

“Shut it Todd, I’m concentrating.”

Why does this always happen to Tim? What god did he piss off enough to regularly put him in the room when his brothers are arguing? What did he do to deserve such slander??

“You wouldn't have to concentrate if you just believed me-” Jason snaps, as Tim starts to make his way down the staircase, quietly stepping between shadows to avoid being seen.

“I refuse to believe that you’ve killed that many people since you were revived.”

“I’mma crime lord, brat. I’ve killed a lot of fucking people. Not to mention the Pit Rage.”

When Tim gets his first peak of the Bat Computer, he doesn't know why he bothered to be sneaky. At a first glance, Jason looks casually relaxed, his feet up on the desk, but his shoulders are tight and his attention is focused on whatever the hell Damian is doing.

Did Tim mention that he didn’t like where this is going? He would like it on record that he doesn't like this one bit.

“Pit Rage or not, that’s a preposterous number.”

“And that’s a good enough reason to hack into the Watchtower for all the information they have on the League of Assassins?”

Oh shit. Oh fuck .

“Father has encrypted folders stored in their databases holding detailed information pertaining to the League of Assassins." Damian sniffs, "If the information we seek is anywhere, it’ll be there.”

Nope, Tim is definitely not a fan of this development. He’d been meaning to see if he could get to that particular file and erase all mentions of Ra’s obsession with him. Tim just hadn’t gotten around to it.

“And you’re what? Going to hack past Oracle?”

“No,” Damian scoffs, “I know the password.”

Tim scrambles for his phone. It’s not his favorite device to hack from but dammit, needs must.

"How the hell did you manage that?"

"As if I'd tell you."

“Sneaky little shit.” Jason sounds begrudgingly impressed.

For a few moments, the cave is filled with the sound of aggressive typing, before Damian makes a small, pleased noise.

“I’m in.”

From this angle he can’t see what Damian typed, but Tim has been breaking into shit he shouldn’t for longer than he should have been able to. He’s just gotta get in before they can download something they shouldn’t.

“Great, where’s the LOA files? Do they even have the LOA files?”

“Of course they do, the watchtower is updated on every major server-”

Tim frantically pulls up backdoors and firewall scanners, hoping he can slip his way inside despite not being connected to a direct network.

“What’s that?”

“We have a task, Todd. Try to stay focused.”

“No, go back. I’ve never seen that before.”

Damian scoffs, but returns to a file labeled, 'The Detective - Project Failed’

See, this is why Tim can’t have nice things. Every time he lets his guard down for even a second, a meddling brother fucks it up for him. Truly a tragic life he leads.

“It’s nothing important. Clearly it wasn’t successful-”

“Open it.”

“This is not a leisurely perusement of information, Todd. We have a task to fulfill.”

“The file was created two years ago. That’s too recent to have been Bruce.”

Damian pauses, cursor hovering over the file. Tim hopes with everything he has that the kid will ignore Jason’s request.

But of course, because the universe hates him, Damian clicks it.

The Detective

Age: 17

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 131 lbs

"I fucking told you it wasn't Batman. That's Robin levels of scrawny."

"I applaud your clearly superior intellect, Todd." Damian drawls.

"Who the hell taught you sarcasm?"

“I didn’t need to be taught, unlike some.”

“Bullshit.”

“I don't see how this is relevant.”

ABILITIES:

Trained by Batman, Nightwing, Batgirl, Lady Shiva

Martial arts disciplines including but not limited to:

Kung Fu, Aikido, Jeet Kune Do, Escrima, Krav Maga, Tae Kwon Do, Judo, Wing Chun, Hapkido, Karate, Savate, Kendo, Ninjitsu, Tai Chi, Leopard Kung Fu and Biangan.

Prefered Weapon

Bow staff

Highly skilled combatant

Master Detective, Tactician, and Strategist

Gifted Intellect

Excels in computer science and inventions

Firm grasp of assorted scientific techniques including biology, engineering genetics, forensic, criminology, acrobatics, stealth, disguise, and escapology.

"So I know I made a joke about this being a Robin, but…" Jason trails off.

"These descriptions are too specific." Damien agrees.

AFFILIATIONS:

Batman and his associates

Leader of Young Justice

Leader of Teen Titans

Justice League associates

League of Assassins associates

"Which fucking Robin worked with Ra's of all people?"

"I am the heir of-"

"Tell me when exactly you lead Young Justice."

“Tch.” Damain scoffs.

PERSONAL CONNECTIONS:

Janet Drake (Mother): Dead

Jack Drake (Father): Dead

Eddie Drake (Uncle): Fake Identity

"Oh fuck ." Jason breathes.

ALIAS:

Timothy (Tim) Jackson Drake-Wayne

Robin - Boy Wonder

Red Robin

The Detective

Alvin Draper

"What kind of alias is Alvin ? What the fuck?"

History:

Defeated King Snake (assisted)

Defeated Clusmaster (alone)

Escaped Bane and Killer Croc (alone)

Defeated Firefly (alone)

'Zero Hour'

Defeated KGBeast (alone)

Kidnapped by Zeus - (escaped alone)

First contact with LOA - apocalypse virus

Defeated Cluemasrer (alone)

Lead Young Justice

'No Man's Land'

Defeated Mr. Freeze and Ratcatcher (alone)

Defeated Darkseid (assisted)

'Titans Tomorrow'

Defended Bludhaven from OMAC's (assisted)

Defeated Secret Society of Super Villains (assisted)

Reassembled Teen Titans

Defeated Obeah Man (alone)

LOA affiliation - Objective: [REDACTED]

“No fucking way.” Jason breathes, and judging by Damain’s silence, he shares Jason’s sentiment.

Tim’s frantic typing is yielding no results. Fuck .

“I didn’t think the kid had it in him.”

“I was not aware that Drake was so… versatile in his skills.”

“That’s a fancy fucking way of saying he’s got a rap sheet longer than Santa’s naughty list.”

“He didn’t strike me as the type to work with Grandfather.”

“Yeah, no shit. When did that even happen?”

“By the dates, it would have been during Father’s disappearance into the time stream.”

“ Oh my fucking god .”

Classification: Potential Heir

Mission Success Rate: 98%

Active Member: N/A

Time of Service: 1y 2m 15d

Kill Count: 8,528

“That number can’t possibly be right.”

“Holy fuck, that’s a higher kill count than me .”

“I refuse to believe this. We need more evidence.” Damian states, scrolling down to the detailed notes.

“He blew up a League base?”

“Not just one. He blew up 7.”

“I don’t understand how he would have had the information-”

Tim’s phone vibrates as finally gains access to the Watchtower. It’s too late to have kept his brothers from seeing what they did, but that doesn’t mean he can’t bury his file.

“It says he that he was favored by Ra’s and… that bastard wanted him to be the next Demon’s Head? What the hell did Timmy do ?”

“I don’t understand.”

The data starts disappearing, and Tim clears his throat. His brothers turn around, staring wide-eyed at Tim’s blank face.

His heart is in his throat and his hands are shaking, but he forces a smirk.

“No one will ever believe you.”

Tim turns and sprints for the door.

Without the copies stored away in the watchtower database, his brothers will be hard-pressed to come up with proof about his crimes and really, he’s heard far too many comments about him being one of the more morally sound people in the family, so it’s not likely that his brothers will be taken seriously, but he's not sticking around long enough to get caught.

Tim’s escape lasts about five minutes.

It’s an epic five minutes, there’s a lot of sick flips and narrow misses involved, but by the end of it, the entire family is on the chase.

Which, Tim thinks wryly, is just fucking perfect as he wheezes under the weight of 200 pounds of sheer muscle.

“You have some fucking explaining to do, Timbo.” The jerk that’s currently crushing all of the air out of Tim’s lungs says, but all Tim can do is wheeze.

The weight lifts and oh . Fuck . Yeah, no wonder Tim was on the verge of breaking a rib, Jason was the one who tackled him.

Rude. Tim weighs like. A third of him. The man could at least pretend to use some constraint.

“Tell me why,” Jason starts in a dangerously low tone, “You have the highest kill count in this family.”

Tim tilts his head, the picture of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“ Bull. Shit . Damian and I saw the fucking file. Deleting it doesn't change the facts.”

Tim's expression doesn't falter. He’s been rubbing elbows with high society since before he could walk. He’s well practiced in a poker face. “What file?”

Jason lunges for him.

A short scuffle later finds both Tim and Jason separated, Bruce with an arm across Jason’s chest and Dick bodily hauling Tim off the ground.

"What's going on?"

Ah shit, that's Bruce's Batman voice.

"Tim has a kill count higher than me." Jason immediately spits, the snitch.

"He worked with Grandfather."

"He blew up 7 league bases."

Every gaze in the room lands on Tim, and he sighs, admitting defeat and slumping in the hold Dick has him in. Damn the man and his octopus arms.

It was a good run. But the gig is up.

"I was in a… bad headspace." He shrugs ruefully, "Black Canary once told me that shared misery is halved misery.”

“Your ‘bad headspace’ lead to blowing up 7 League bases ?”

Tim shrugs. “In my defense, Ra’s is an asshole who has my spleen in a jar. I think he deserves it.”

The arms tighten around Tim, “He has what -”

”Your spleen ?”

“That does sound indicative of Grandfather’s behavior.”

“What the actual fuck, replacement.”

"You have some serious explaining to do." Bruce says, tone authoritative with no room for argument.

Tim sighs. He just wanted coffee.

An opinion. Jason was the only batkid who did not come with a pre-installed Kill option, that was downloaded, after death, while he was with the League. Dick, Tim and Damian, tho, they came with it, and Bruce had to learn to manually turn it off.

99% success rate with Dick and Damian.

76% success rate with Tim who has not killed anybody, but has contemplated it way too many times for Bruce to be comfortable with.

Edit: for all the people who keep saying "But Tim blew up the League bases with so many people," listen, if Bruce doesn't know, it didn't happen. Don't go snitching on my boy like that.

[galaxymagitech]

Every time Tim says he isn’t part of the family—

“Really, I’m just an employee!”

Bruce photocopies Tim’s adoption certificate—

“Only a legal technicality, Damian, don’t worry.”

frames it, and hangs it on the wall of Tim’s room—

“The guest room I normally stay in, you mean.”

which is in the family wing.

“Only for convenience!”

Tim’s walls—

“The guest room’s walls!”

eventually fill up with the results of Tim’s low self-esteem.

So, Bruce begins sticking the frames to the ceiling.