#Batman supremacy

[arkangelo-7]

Say what you will about the rise and fall of Young Justice but they really did pop off with their iteration of Batman.

They did right by my man Bruce Wayne—he was seriously not to be fucked with.

Like, the third season really did me in. This bitch had plans with plans, was willing to absolutely verbally annihilate the League at the drop of a hat, and pretty much told everyone to kiss his ass while he fucked off to save the world with nothing but his team of former protégés and his own goddamn brain power.

And you know what? It. Fucking. Worked. (Basically.)

Because he’s Batman.

He was brilliant to watch in the first season—he was an excellent mentor, a total badass in the field, and he was a good father figure to Robin. (He was actually surprisingly gentle with him, like he wanted to guide Robin instead of boss him around, which I really appreciated).

Such a king. Rest in peace Young Justice Batman.

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[a-sketchy-jedi]

TALIA AL GHULLLLL!!!! I LOVE YOUUUU

[ashoss]

If you’re still taking requests, Diana and Jason?

he has this photo printed out

[gothamsmom]

Alright, listen. I know the official story of how Tim Drake became Robin is all well and good—smart kid, figures out Batman’s identity, convinces Bruce he needs a Robin, blah blah blah. But let’s be real. That’s not how it should have happened.

Tim Drake is terrifyingly smart. He’s a strategist, a detective, and, above all, a little menace when he wants to be. You’re telling me this kid, who pieced together Bruce Wayne’s identity from sheer observation at nine years old, just politely asked to be Robin? No, no, no.

Tim absolutely should have blackmailed Bruce into adopting him. Hardcore blackmail. The kind that would make even Lex Luthor step back and say, “Whoa, kid, chill.”

This is my vision of what should have been: a Tim Drake who saw an opening, took it, and left Bruce absolutely shookethin the process. Because let’s be honest—Tim isn’t just some sidekick. He’s a future evil mastermind who just so happens to be on the side of good. (For now.)

So here it is: the real first meeting of Bruce and Tim. Or, as I like to call it, The Time Tim Drake Made Bruce Wayne Regret Ever Underestimating a Nerdy 13-Year-Old.

Headcanon: Tim Blackmails Bruce into Adopting Him

The Official First Meeting Between Tim and Bruce

It was supposed to be a simple meeting. Just a brief introduction. Bruce had been informed by Alfred that a "young man" had managed to infiltrate the Batcave, and though it wasn’t entirely unheard of for new vigilantes to show up looking for guidance, there was something off about this one.

When Bruce descended into the Batcave, he expected to see a nervous kid, maybe someone who would try to look tough in front of him but would still have that wide-eyed naivety. What he didn’t expect was a boy who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a laptop open in front of him, and a smile that could only be described as unsettlingly smug.

Tim Drake—who had hacked into Wayne Enterprises' database and had pieced together a detailed, uncanny amount of information on Bruce Wayne, Batman, and the Batfamily in a matter of days—was casually drinking what looked like a cup of tea, like he had every right to be there.

Bruce stood still for a moment, his gaze flicking from the laptop to the kid’s face. He immediately knew two things: One, this kid was dangerously intelligent. Two, Bruce Wayne was absolutely screwed.

Bruce: [Slightly unnerved but trying to keep his cool] "How did you get in here?"

Tim: [Not even looking up from his laptop] "Through the security system you definitely didn’t upgrade for the last two years, Mr. Wayne." [A pause as Tim sips his tea.] "And I gotta say, your firewall is incredibly… quaint."

Bruce's mind raced. His mind immediately cataloged the security flaws. How had he missed them? He had top-tier cybersecurity on every level of Wayne Enterprises and the Batcave, but this kid, this Tim Drake, had bypassed all of it in mere hours.

Bruce: [Trying to sound calm but with a slight edge to his voice] "You're saying you just… hacked your way in here?"

Tim: [Finally looking up at Bruce, eyes glinting with an almost mischievous joy] "Yeah. It was a fun challenge, honestly. But the real fun part was piecing together the puzzle." [He taps the laptop, showing a file of meticulously gathered data.] "You’re Batman, Bruce Wayne. And it wasn’t all that hard to figure out, really. Once you see the pattern, everything falls into place."

Bruce’s stomach drops. No one had ever pieced it together so fast, at least not without getting caught before they had the chance. Tim wasn’t just smart—he was terrifyingly good at this. Bruce had underestimated him. And now… now, he had a serious problem.

Bruce: "I assume you’re not here to join the team."

Tim: [Flashing a smile that made Bruce’s skin crawl, like he had all the power in the world] "Well, that depends. I’m here for a couple of things, actually." [He leans forward, his voice lowering with almost unnatural seriousness.] "First, I need a favor. Second, I’m giving you no choice."

Bruce's mind worked quickly, trying to assess how to handle this. Tim was not the kind of kid to be easily intimidated. His confidence was almost unnerving, and Bruce found himself instinctively on guard.

Bruce: [Skeptical] "And what favor would that be?"

Tim: [Pauses dramatically, looking at Bruce like a cat about to catch a mouse] "Well, Bruce, you see, I did a little digging. You did try to keep a certain little fact from the public, didn’t you? Something about your family history and some… interesting personal choices. Now, I’m no fan of blackmail, but I think we can come to an agreement here." [He leans back, crossing his arms and smiling widely.] "If you don't want this little gem to reach the press, you’ll have to do something for me."

Bruce’s heart races. He had no idea what Tim was talking about, but something told him that whatever this kid had uncovered, it was bad. Tim was way too casual about it, like it was a well-played card in his hand.

Bruce: "What do you want?" [His voice low and flat, trying to mask the slight tremor of unease.]

Tim: [In a tone that was disturbingly calm] "It’s simple. You’re going to adopt me. You’re going to make me an official part of your family. And in return, I won’t go public with your little secrets. I know what you’re thinking. You’re a very private man, Bruce. You won’t want your secrets getting out." [He smirks, clearly enjoying this.] "But I figure you’re willing to do a little more than just turn the other cheek when it comes to your reputation."

Bruce is stunned. This wasn’t a simple negotiation. This was full-blown blackmail. Tim was demanding adoption—a child’s ultimate leverage—as a means of keeping Bruce from being exposed. And yet, Bruce could see something in his eyes—this wasn’t just manipulation. This was calculated. This was Tim playing a long game, and Bruce had somehow walked right into it.

Bruce: "You can't be serious. I don't… I can't—"

Tim: [Cutting him off, voice soft but firm] "I am serious, Bruce. And you don’t really have a choice. So, what's it gonna be?" [Tim leans forward again, a glint of something sinister and clever in his eyes.]

Bruce takes a long, deep breath. There’s no denying the kid’s intelligence. Tim had backed him into a corner with no way out. He’d probably outsmarted Bruce in the process, and Bruce had never felt more vulnerable. He realizes, with a sickening certainty, that if he didn’t go along with this, the consequences could be far worse than a simple adoption.

Bruce: [Reluctantly] "Alright. I’ll adopt you."

Tim beams, like he’s just won the lottery.

Tim: [Happily] "Great! Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?" [He practically bounces in his seat, completely unfazed.] "We’ll need to update the paperwork, of course. I’m going to need a new ID, you know. Oh, and don't worry, Bruce. You’re going to be a great father. I’ll even let you choose my new name. How generous of me, right?"

Bruce stares at Tim, who’s practically glowing with excitement. For a moment, Bruce wonders if he’s dealing with a child prodigy or a villain in the making. Maybe both.

Bruce Wayne, for the first time in years, feels completely out of control.

Bruce: [Sighing, rubbing his temples] "I can’t believe this is happening."

Tim: [Smirking, completely satisfied with himself] "Oh, Bruce, you’ll thank me one day. Trust me."

And just like that, Tim Drake—who had blackmailed Bruce into adopting him—becomes the newest (and possibly the most unpredictable) member of the Wayne family.

End of Headcanon

[wilmvandrr]

the jays <3

they're my babies!!!

[garpen]

Stephanie Brown

This took me an UNGODLY AMOUNT OF TIME YALL. Also very different from how I usually do digital art so this was an interesting experiment!

Unsure if I'll complete it, I really wanted to try a detailed background but my mind is going crazy now so who knows.

I draw with my finger bc I'm too cheap to buy a stylus :/

Anyways here's process pictures if ya wanted to see:

Used a photo of my sibling as a reference, which of course will not be showing on here.

[ruestheday]

being a dc fan is crazy because half these fuckers have black hair and blue eyes

[ofdaisy]

thank u maddy ily!! @instantezra

@funnyyoushldask @ifuckinghatebriansella @ANYONE ELSE THAT WANTS TO DO THIS DONT BE SHY!!!!🫡🫶🏽🫵🏻

Rules: Put the top ten songs from your On Repeat playlist (or your most used playlist if you don’t have Spotify) on a poll, and let people vote on which song they like the most.

Found this tag game and really wanted to do it myself!

@vancruejovi @emometalhead @jd-mp3 @jessisvibing and anyone else who wants to do this!

[arkangelo-7]

Hands down the best superbat dynamic is when Bruce is going through an internal hell trying to justify his relationship with Clark despite the potential consequences it could have on his Mission, while in the meantime Clark’s out there living his best life wondering what Bruce is so pressed about

[batblobinarobe]

Oh joy.

Batman #383

[eoaspulse]

I’d like to think that when Jason was fresh out the Lazarus Pit his hair was fully white. The same thing may have happened to Ras after his first dip in there, but overtime his hair went back to it’s natural colour, as did Jason’s except for a couple highlights and or streaks. When asked about it he’ll tell people it’s a fashion choice, though the only reason he hasn’t dyed his hair back to it’s original full black is the memory of baby Damian tugging at his big white streak in the front and giggling so hard he fell.

[a-sketchy-jedi]

2 TALIA DRAWINGS IN THE SAME MONTH??? OMGOMGOMG

[punkeropercyjackson]

Tim and Duke being Robin at the same time but Tim is Batman's Robin and Duke is The Outlaws' Robin and Duke getting insecure over how he's a 'poser' Robin because he ran away from Gotham as he hears about Tim's accomplishments for the city on the news and bottling it up until he gets especially upset overthinking maybe Jason would rather have Tim as his Robin than him until on homemade milkshakes night at The Fortress when he overhears Jason telling Kyle about how he hated the Robin mantle after he died but Duke brought the magic back into it in his eyes with his spark and says he's only reason he thinks the Robin legacy is worth keeping and going on and that he's the realest Robin since Dick himself.Cue him getting tumbled out of his seat by a streak of opalescent yellow light in an iron grip hug and the sun pocket in question refusing to let go of him,not that he had any protests,until they wake up together in Jason's bed in the morning and Kyle waking them up with loaded breakfast burritos and rootbeer floats and mocking Jason going soft yet telling Duke he's the best Robin anyone could ever ask for in the same breath as he ruffles his hair and smiles smugly at him like a proud older brother

[ahfrickenfrick]

duke: we are not that competitive

alfred: *arching an eyebrow* …most of the current rules for games are because of you and master timothy

tim: i don’t think so

alfred: *pulling up a notepad from seemingly nowhere* april of this past year we had to ban first person shooter games until you stopped hacking the game and glitching everyone’s skins

duke: hahaha, yeah damian was pissed he couldn’t change from peter griffin

alfred: don’t think you’re off the hook master duke, as of two months ago you all lost your privileges playing b.s

duke: we are all physically trained to tell when someone is lying, cass was born to do so, suddenly when i figure out a way to get around it, it’s ‘cheating’

tim: YOU WONT TELL US HOW YOU DO IT

duke: and i’m never going to tell

tim: …when we play mario party later i’m going to kick your ass

alfred: *sighing, pulling out a pen* no more mario party-

tim and duke: WHAT NO-

[mandaraeblog]

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