#Dead Robins Club

[spoilingyouralerts]

after patrol shenanigans w/ the goats???

[spxrw]

dead robins club (minus jason)

[missingnightwingsmullet]

a boy and his bike

[incorrectbatfam]

Stephanie: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying? Like, if people did that to other people I would've died years ago.

[rroechan]

Dead Robins Club

get as a print here !

[support me][carrd, comms, and other such things]

clean ver + just them + og

dw, the car isn't theirs (not that that matters)

also im aware the others have like, died as well but these are the favs so...

It truly is a wonder how line art is my most hated(affectionate(derogatory)) part of art yet its also my most marketable skill. Sigh. the timelapse for this went crazy tho

[batbunker]

Jason and Damian's entire texting chat history is just them sending memes, posts, and links to videos back and forth with zero words exchanged

[magic-crazy-as-this]

join the club

They're here!

Those of you who were excited for the (un)Dead Robins Club Tee, I finally got them going on Zazzle!

I put them on tees and totes and stickers, but if you guys want them on anything else, please let me know!

Check out the shop >

[nana-mizu-shiki]

Huh. Who'd of thought it was that easy to figure out Batman's secret identity, weird.

Tim losing his memory with very little information present:

Damian hadn't been aware Kryptonians, half or otherwise, could pass out in surprise.

Interesting.

Ok, I might have been rooting for the thruple root but this is hilarious. I also never heard of Guy before this but I don't care cus' this was Hella cute.

Anyway here's the link to the series because I was craving meta-immortal Tim and this was amazing. (’v’*)♪ Absolutely beautiful. p(^^)q

X.

Series: Dead Robins Club

Creator: Niveara

Words: 34,339

Works: 7

Complete: No

[sendrew]

Dead Robin Tim AU

Tim Drake goes out birdwatching one evening.

Tim Drake comes back a little different than he went out.

Fanart for an unposted part of:

aka: Ghost Tim!AU

[eldritchdemonfox]

Stupid headcannon that won’t leave me alone:

Stephanie and Jason have a Dead Robins Club handshake that is unnecessarily complicated and ends with them both making a flatlining heart monitor sound and they do this So Much. Especially in front of other heroes.

[canitwaittimetocalibrate]

Jaybird Arkham Knight edition

Tried a lot of different stuff on this painting and the armor is an absolute pain, but it was fun haha

[beanstroni]

Jason’s death is DC’s equivalent to Order 66 in Star Wars.

[spoilerontheloose]

Father Todd sat in the confessional, his hands resting loosely on his lap, the familiar scent of aged wood and incense filling the small space. The narrow slats of the partition between him and the penitent allowed a faint shaft of light to spill in, casting lines across his face. He found comfort in the ritual -the murmured prayers, the whispered sins, the moments of absolution. Here, at least, he could do some good.

It had been years since the world had turned its back on him, or perhaps since he had turned his back on it. But the church had taken him in, given him purpose, and in return, he gave himself wholly to it. He was no saint; he had been too broken, too angry, too human for that. But here, he could endure. Here, he could offer others the solace he had once craved.

The door creaked open, and soft footsteps approached. A new penitent. He adjusted his posture, straightening as the other side of the confessional settled into silence.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” came a voice, smooth and steady, like the first ripple of water on an untouched pond.

Jason frowned slightly. The words were familiar, but the tone was not. There was no tremble, no hesitation, no burdened weight. It was light, probing, as if testing the shape of the words.

He cleared his throat. “How long has it been since your last confession?”

A soft chuckle. “Oh, never. This is my first.”

Jason blinked. That was rare, though not unheard of. “And what brings you here today?”

A pause, as if she were considering her words carefully. “Curiosity, mostly. And a question.”

“This is a place for confession, not inquiry,” he said gently.

“Then let’s pretend I’m confessing to curiosity. Is that a sin?”

Her voice had a sharpness to it, a wit that felt out of place in the hushed solemnity of the church. Jason leaned forward slightly, his brow furrowing. “It depends on where that curiosity leads. Curiosity can be virtuous, or it can lead to temptation.”

“Temptation,” she repeated, rolling the word over her tongue like a foreign taste. “And if it doesn’t lead anywhere bad? If it helps someone instead? Is it still a sin then?”

Jason paused, considering. “Sins are not always about the action. They’re about the intent. If your curiosity is rooted in pride, or deceit, or harm, then yes, it could be a sin.”

“And if it’s rooted in hope?”

There was something in her voice now, something beneath the cleverness -a thread of vulnerability so fine he almost missed it.

“Hope is not a sin.”

“Even if it looks like sin? Even if it feels like sin to everyone else?”

Jason exhaled, leaning back against the confessional’s wooden panel. This wasn’t a typical confession; this was a conversation, one he wasn’t sure he was equipped for.

“Sin can wear many faces,” he admitted. “But in the end, it comes down to what’s in your heart.”

There was a long silence from the other side of the confessional, so long he wondered if she had left. But then she spoke again, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

“What if I told you I was thinking about doing something... wrong? But only because it could save someone else?”

Jason felt a chill creep up his spine. He didn’t know this woman, couldn’t see her face, but there was something in her words that felt achingly familiar. A fire, a fight, a willingness to throw herself into the flames if it meant sparing someone else.

“That would depend,” he said slowly, “on whether you’re saving them, or yourself.”

The air between them grew heavy, and Jason found himself gripping the edge of the wooden seat beneath him. He didn’t know why this conversation felt so charged, so alive, but it did.

She let out a soft laugh, one that didn’t reach her eyes -though, of course, he couldn’t see her. “You’re good, Father. Better than I expected.”

“And what did you expect?”

“Judgment,” she said simply.

Jason shook his head, though she couldn’t see that either. “That’s not my role. My role is to guide, to listen, to offer absolution.”

“Do you think everyone deserves absolution?”

Jason’s breath hitched. The question struck a chord deep within him, one he didn’t know still vibrated. Did everyone deserve absolution? Did he?

“I think,” he said carefully, “that absolution isn’t about what we deserve. It’s about grace.”

There was another long silence, and when she finally spoke, her voice was so soft he had to strain to hear it.

“Thank you, Father. I think that’s all I needed today.”

Jason wanted to ask her more -about her name, about her pain, about the weight she carried that she was so adept at hiding. But before he could, the door creaked open again, and her footsteps retreated, leaving him alone with the faint scent of lilies and a question that would haunt him for days:

Who was she really, and why did she feel like a ghost he should remember?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61155520?view_full_work=true

[theendlessnessofbeingme]

Jason and Stephanie hanging out after a bad mission

Jason:

Stephanie:

[incorrectbatfam]

Jason: I'm dead?!?

Cassandra: And so young.

Jason: Posting that I died? That really isn't funny.

Stephanie: Well, how you died is funny.

Jason: Oh please, hit by the Bat-blimp?

Damian: It kills over one Americans every year.

[leftdreamlandjellyfish]

Jason: I need to dye my hair.

Jason: Or get another tattoo.

Jason: Or a new piercing.

Tim: ...Why?

Jason: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.