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Tim: Hey dick?
Dick: yeah?
Tim: Sooo... if someone were to hypothetically steal a sculpture called "The Hand". Would they call the heist, "The Hand Job"?
Dick *grinning and searching sculptures*: be a worse crime not to name it that
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Without the levels of ectoplasm Amity Park has, the rest of the world was filled with other, weaker forms of âghostsâ called shades. Danny finds his purpose of protecting comes in all kinds of forms. This is useful when he finds a challenge in Gotham.
Warning: violence, murder, probably something else. Proceed with caution.
Danny has noticed when he left Amity Park and went to places that didnât have ambient ectoplasm, he saw lots of shades. They were outlines of the people they once were, mere shadows of themselves. It wasnât a soul per se. He was close to believing his parents when they said ghosts were just impressions of emotions in ectoplasm.
These shades couldnât really hold a conversation with him, if they even noticed he was speaking to them. Some mumbled things under their breath, some moaned or screamed randomly, and others didnât utter a sound. What he figured out over time was that they were actually attached to things or people. Not like a child is attached to their favorite toy, but physically couldnât go far from whatever it was.
Heâs seen shades attached to the places they died in, or perhaps a favorite object that was important to them, but the most interesting were the shades attached to people.
It was a small game of his to figure out who that person was to the shade. A child, a caretaker, a friend. He once saw a nurse who had some shades following her with smiles. It became less fun when he found his first serial killer. It was an older man carrying an oxygen tank behind him and surrounded by at least half a dozen young women shades. They wore expressions of sadness and anger and fear. He could recognize trauma when he sees it. Danny just stood frozen for a while, just watching this man pull out his oxygen to smoke a cigarette. He didnât really know how to feel other than a cold fury that made his mind worryingly quiet.
âWhatchu lookin at, boy?â The old man snapped.
Danny just stared back into the dark and arrogant eyes. Then he looked up to the women who blinked back.
âYou will have him soon. Then you can rest.â
They seem to understand, turning again to stare at the back of the manâs head with such expressions any other person seeing them would have screamed and run away as fast as they could. Danny did neither.
âWho you talking to?â
Danny stares back at the man who shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
âYouâll see soon enough,â he answers coldly before turning and walking away.
That was the first of more than he cared to find. Some he approached. Some he just stared at knowingly, watching the killers squirm under his intense gaze. Some he had to restrain himself from killing to avenge the victims hovering over their shoulder. One or two he didnât hold himself back. His first was a woman actually, with children and toddlers clinging to her back like they didnât understand how else to process what she did to them other than by staying close.
Danny followed her home. She ran a daycare from it. He couldnât let it happen again. She wasnât as old as the man with the oxygen tank, she had several more years before she died naturally. He needed to end it then. And he did.
He didnât say one word to her or answer any of her angry questions as he plunged his hand into her chest and squeezed. Her heart burst like a water balloon and he cringed at the feeling. She died quickly and he waited for her shade to form.
When it did, the children didnât know what to do. They were innocents, they werenât like the young women waiting for their killer to die so they could rip him to shreds viciously. They hovered and flicked around excitedly. And when her shade finally formed and predictably turned on the children, snapping and reaching out with clawed hands to quiet them permanently, Danny stepped in to protect, like he always did. He bit and tore until there was nothing left.
He had seen shades and ghosts âmove onâ before. Where they finally felt like they didnât have to stay and they just faded contently, going where Danny couldnât follow. Seeing all of the children disappear with laughs and smiles was the most bittersweet experience he could remember.
He cried himself to sleep that night.
So after traveling for a while and stumbling upon a glum city with far too many shades, he was a little overwhelmed. Never before had he seen so many in one place, other than the Zone of course. He couldnât just leave, he needed to help as many as he could. For the first time in a rough while, Danny settled into one place, Gotham.
Over a couple weeks he helped as many as he could while working at some fast food place during the day and a weird bar at night.
Things were busy but manageable until one evening he was kidnapped and held hostage along with a dozen other people in some mad manâs scheme. He wasnât particularly invested, knowing the Bats were going to come save them, that is until he actually saw the man, or more specifically the number of shades surrounding the man. This was Joker. It had to be. He never had a face to the name until today, but the shades that he spoke to the gave half answers to exactly three questions before becoming disinterested about half the time brought up Joker. Even the ones that werenât in the building, must have been killed by this man. He wasnât just a serial killer, he was a mass murderer.
Danny knew what he had to do.
With the Jokerâs goons distracted with his presentation, the clown laughing into a camera that was apparently live, it wasnât hard to escape his bonds and then borrow a gun he âfoundâ.
He took aim.
âBoss, behind you!â One of the men shouted from behind the camera.
Joker turns with a wide grin and Danny doesnât hesitate to pull the trigger.
Three shots ring out in the open space, the other hostages scream, and the goons shout urgently. Three holes are now in the Jokerâs chest, the purple suit slowly staining an ugly brown. The Joker falls, allowing the camera (and everyone watching) to show the face of the teenage murderer.
Danny doesnât even notice, his wide eyes on the body, gun pointed to the floor. He watches the beginnings of a shade form and he can feel more shades gather around with anticipation.
A window shatters before the goons can figure out what to do now that their employer is dead. They run as the Bats descend upon them, one freeing the hostages and another directing them outside where itâs safe.
The shade is almost formed and Danny catches himself from leaning in with the rest of the shades. They werenât victims right now, they were hungry wolves prepared to bite and rip and tear apart.
âHey, kid, Iâm gonna need you to hand that over okay? Youâre safe now, no oneâs gonna hurt you,â Danny hears one of the vigilantes tell him, slowly moving closer.
Danny doesnât pay the man any mind, not even twitching in his direction. The shade was formed. It was whole and disgusting and ugly. The rest of what made up the Joker started to laugh. Just that awful noise triggered the other shades into action, flying so fast at the grinning face the shade chokes and that ear-piercing laugh turned into a scream.
Danny feels the cold metal be removed from his loose grip at his side. Thatâs okay, he didnât need it anymore. The monster was being slain right in front of him. He was glad he didnât have to intervene like he had to with the children, Danny didnât want to touch that thing.
âHeâs in shock,â the vigilante says to someone else.
âLet Gordon take care of it. Zip tie his hands, he might be a danger to himself or others when he snaps out of it,â came a different voice, younger.
âRed,â the man hisses. âHeâs a kid. Heâs just scared.â
âScared people do dumb things, N.â
Danny hears a sigh before his numb hands are gently tugged behind his back and he hears the shick of plastic tighten around his wrists. He doesnât bother struggling as heâs more preoccupied watching the scene end as there is nothing left of the clown shade to tear apart anymore. The shades all around seem to settle and accept what just happened. Their murderer was gone. They were finally free.
One by one they started disappearing into the Aftermore until the effect was exponential. More and more until he couldnât see any anymore, but he could feel shades fading throughout the whole city.
Danny doesnât really remember what happened after that, too focused on the change in atmosphere all throughout Gotham. He could feel it, feel them.
Maybe he was in shock like the guy said. One minute heâs staring at the body of the man he killed on shaky knees and then the next time he blinks heâs in a chair in the police station, metal handcuffs keeping him to the table and an older gentleman with a grey mustache in the seat opposite him.
The man looks at him from over his glasses.
âYou with me, kid?â
Danny nods.
âWhatâs the last thing you remember?â
Danny stares back.
âI shot the Joker,â he answers simply.
The man nods.
âDo you understand that he is dead?â
Danny blinks.
âIâd be concerned if he wasnât.â
The man pauses and then shrugs a nod.
âThatâs fair.â He looks at the teenager and sighs heavily. âMy name is Commissioner Jim Gordon. I am in charge of this case and I need your statement of what happened. We already did this but I donât think you were all there, so Iâm going to read your Miranda rights again, okay?â
Danny nods and then listens to the man recite words that he says he understands. He tells Mr. Gordon what he knew and what happened (withholding the pieces of information that were ghostly) and then signs a piece of paper that reiterates what he just explained as well as a confession that he shot and killed the man known as Joker in the act of being a Good Samaritan as well as self defense.
All of this was just legality. Mr. Gordon assured him no one was actually going to prosecute him, not even the state to be honest, for the Jokerâs murder. In the eyes of pretty much the rest of the city and the world, it was a public service.
It was unfortunate he couldnât just go home after that. No, of course Mr. Gordon found out Danny didnât have parents (that he knew of) and legally couldnât just release him back to the abandoned hotel where he lives alone. Danny works, he has money for food and the laundry mat, he doesnât really need anything else.
It would have been as simple as handing him over to one of the boyâs homes if, you know, Danny wasnât the one to kill the most hated man in Gotham.
So Mr. Gordon calls someone and Danny sits tight, drinking a soda and eating some chips, both from the vending machine. He was just glad his handcuffs were off.
Danny has been at the station for hours by the time Mr. Gordon comes back with a well dressed man who was tall and big. Honestly the guy kinda reminds him of his dad. Danny represents a shiver.
âSon, this is Bruce Wayne. Heâs taken in a couple other boys in their time of need. I think youâll find youâll fit in well with his many children,â the Commissioner explains with a tight smile.
Danny tilts his head, looking behind the man to the man and woman duo who hold hands while staring at the man lovingly. He parents probably from the rumors. Maybe heâll try talking to them later.
âWayne as in like The Bruce Wayne? Like Wayne Enterprises?â
The man smiles, but it doesnât reach his eyes.
âYes, that Bruce Wayne. Nice to meet you, Daniel.â
âItâs Danny. Just Danny.â
âMy butler, Alfred, just made some cookies. If weâre lucky, there will still be some left over.â
Danny perks up. Sweet! Cookies!
âYou have a butler? Wack. But cookies are a yes. Letâs go! Are we done, Mr. Gordon?â
Mr. Wayne seems to blink at his easy behavior, like he was surprised Danny was so okay after just killing a man. Mr. Gordon just smiles at him, but Danny can see the concern in his eyes.
âYou can go, but remember you have mandatory therapy that Mr. Wayne will make sure you get to. Itâs only for three months but more sessions will be added on if you donât cooperate so keep that in mind,â the man warns.
Danny gives the man a two finger salute.
âRoger roger!â He turns to Mr. Wayne. âCan we go now?â
âSure.â
Turns out Alfred the butler left aside two delicious chocolate chip cookies for him. He munches on them as he observes the others in the house, but mostly the shades attached to them and the feeling of death-touched from a few of them. The one the feeling was coming from the most is the first to hug him tightly and thank him for killing the Joker.
Oh.
âWas he the one that killed you?â Danny asks without thinking it through.
The arms tighten around him and there is a collective silence as the words register. Then lots and lots of questions and suspicious looks.
It was a very long night.
#dp x dc#danny fenton#danny phantom#batman#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp#bruce wayne#story ideas#joker#shades#Danny helping them move on#gotham#is full of them#Danny kills the Joker#Jason is so grateful and relieved#Damian approves#Dick is concerned#tim is so done#fill in the blank#about why Danny is in Gotham#or what happened with the Fentons
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How do dream relationships work? Is it accelerated? Like real dreams?
I donât know if this is for everyone but when I dream itâs only for a few minutes before I wake up and a lot happens.
What were Tim and Danny dreaming of together? Is it like the star parasite that is sometimes used on Superman? Where they dream theyâre perfect life? Or do they just kinda meet in like a mindscape? Dreamscape? I donât know.
They meet confused and are trapped there for a long time then eventually get closer bc trapped for indeterminate amount of timeâ companionship. Then, they wake up after thinking itâs been I-donât-know-how-long and itâs only been a night. But, the bond was already developed they may or may not have developed dependency issues. You know, from being each otherâs sole company for such amount of time. Danny is probably in another dimension or trapped. I imagine theyâve told each about their lives, Danny would have probably tried to go to Tim if he could.
Which brings us to Tim. Tim trying to summon Danny. Because Danny isnât here yet and thatâs a problem.
OR:
The dream is like a fusion of their cities and thatâs how they meet. Just dreaming going about their life or dream (confusing, but sleep going about their own business) and they meet almost normal like. The dream drags on and they developed the relationship organically. Slowly. Beginning as friends fake introductions to friends bc sleep. Then, maybe dream friends point out attraction toward each other (cuz Dannyâs oblivious) cue mutual embarrassment like real life and friends point out a crush.
Itâs slow but they grow into it and really like the other.
Eventually, they wake up and now theyâre confused. Was it real? Danny looks for nocturn or clockwork to confirm. Take that however you want.
Dream Danny explained if Tim needed him if he couldnât find him, go for summoning. Hence the concerning amount of summoning rituals Tim looks into.
do you still like braindead? if so idea: tim sees danny in a dream, falls in love, summons him for a date or sth (how? coincidental cult encounter maybe, they got the rituals wrong then tim stole their stuff) everyone else is concerned bc what is he doing
Nocturn is at it again.
Dick, watching Tim draw on the floor in chalk: Timmy, what are you doing?
Tim: I need to find my dream boy, Dick.
Dick: have you been drinking coffee made with energy drinks again,
Tim: not since it broke the coffee pot.
#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc comics#batman#braindead#dream! braindead#nocturn shenanigans#summoned Danny#Tim is tiny bit obsessed#but itâs okay bc the relationship is solid#dick is concerned#how do dream relationships work?
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broke: tim getting uwuified by the fandom
woke: tim is as violent as jason is
bespoke: tim uwuifies jason and calls him terms like his precious big bird while jason, 6'4 and built like an industrial fridge (that isn't from lowes) is covered in gore, like sir thats his emotional support robin, his poor little meow meow
#dc#batman#jason todd#tim drake#i said what i said#tims his pretty bird btw#dick is (understably) concerned
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Yandere! Damian x Danny
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The Al Ghulâs did not believe in love.
In strength, intelligence, in power â always.
But love is a word, a title to use, to manipulate and create whatever they wished from another.
This is a fact: the Al Ghulâs did not believe in love, nor did they feel it.
But Damian thinks that perhaps this is close to it. This funny little feeling in his chest that burns and aches in a way that leaves him breathless. That funny little feeling in his bones that itches to hold Daniel close until he is rooted into his shape and scent. That funny little feeling in his throat that wanted to bite Daniel until only the scars of his teeth remained and Danielâs blood spilled and stained with life turned cold.
Damian knows this is love, because what else is this need to possess and hold, and tear every other inch of Daniel apart from this world and make him his own?
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#batman#dp x dc prompt#Damian x Danny#yandere damian wayne#Damian loves his boy failure#Danny is literally just some guy#but with some ghost#not that Damian or anyone else knows.#The batfam are HIGH KEY concerned#they want to separate Damian and Danny#but Damian had already tried to amputate Dickâs legs when he suggested it#Damian: you will live if not crawl#Damian is an unhinged boy#he has not had the best influence when it comes to relationships#even with the Batfam and Bruce Damian still takes que from what the Al Ghulâs do#he will either marry Danny or lock him up in a basement#dead serious
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One of my favorite tropes is that the entire superhero community canât believe batman is just a human.
âI thought you were a meta?â
âNo.â
âWell how did you do that?â
â(Long explanation of a tech he invented.)â
âOh so you have super intelligence.â
âNoâŚ. Iâm just smart.â
Then they meet Robin and assume heâs super powered.
âBit of a hypocrite to have a super kid when you wonât even let us in the city.â
âRobin isnât a meta.â
âWhAT?? Heâs just a CHILD??â
They think this with every new Gotham vigilante. Some still refuse to believe Nightwing isnât a meta.
âHumans canât bend that much okay?â
âHeâs⌠well trained.â
âBatman you canât expect us to believe that.â
#Bruce Wayne#batman#meta#dc superheroes#superman is concerned#batman is not a meta#dc tropes#Robin#nightwing#dick Grayson
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Can we have some more bilingual Damian Wayne moments please?
They did it a little in older comics with him speaking in his own language as well as Cantonese in one comic panel I can remember. Besides those two and English I donât know what other languages he speaks, but at minimum itâs three, though I feel like the league wouldâve probably trained him in more.
Still I havenât seen it as often and it makes me sad, because as a bilingual person with many bilingual friends the fuck ups are usually hilarious.
Like with Damian especially I feel like he would overcorrect cause the English language has so many exceptions to itâs very loosely defined gramma rules and heâs such a perfectionist that he would stick to that shit even after finding out itâs wrong, I also think it would drive him a little bit insane cause itâs technically right, but it also isnât (not speaking from experience at all).
Also while weâre at it letâs just throw the rest of the Batfam in there cause Iâm pretty sure they all speak at least one other language. I want a comic panel like the scene in Umbrella Academy where Diego and Ben start arguing in Spanish and Korean respectively except itâs eight kids all screaming (or signing) at each other in several languages some of which arenât even human.
#batfam#dc comics#dc#batman#bruce wayne#jason todd#dick grayson#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#duke thomas#damian wayne#headcannons#I got nicknamed Yoda cause I kept swapping adjective and noun placements so as far as Iâm concerned Damian does the same thing#projecting? whose she?
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All I want is Peter going.
Peter: "I'm Robin! Because Tata said so!"
Dick: *Crying, absolutely destroyed yet still with so much love for his son.* "T-thats right, you're Robin."
(Damian and Peter can share the title, but I just find the idea of 4 year old Pete being possessive of the nickname cute and sad at the same time)
the second they figure out WHY peter thinks this, Dick is in shambles (actually all of them are). Damian's like "i can't even argue because he's 4 years old. curse it all"
#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#leap of faith catch me if you can#peter parker#dick grayson#damian wayne#tim in the last part Concerned because of the history#dami is fine
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REPRESSED HOMOSEXUALS EXPOSURE THERAPY
#sarge WILL still laugh at them and be concerned for simmons's taste. yes he is still bisexual in MY rvb#to be clear he just thinks he's being Better Gay than everyone else#âwhats more honorably homosexual than fighting alongside and dying in your fellow man's armsâ -sarge probably#kudos if you read the tags and got my bisexual sarge thoughts#it's me. your local guy who spedrun rvb and its fandom#grimmons#dick simmons#richard simmons#dexter grif#simmons rvb#sarge rvb#grif rvb#red vs blue#rvb#rvb doodles#kaikaina grif#lavernius tucker#leonard church#michael j caboose#franklin delano donut#doc rvb#agent carolina#i told myself i wouldnt tag everyone and then i tagged everyone#unhealthy habits do not replicate
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inspired by those textposts about dick rocking up to the rest of titans with tim for the first time and kori et al. being like: is that the stalker kid???
bonus:
warm ups:
#sart#dc#koriand'r#tim drake#victor stone#dick grayson#dick & tim#'i'll do a quick meme redraw between things' <- A FOOL#i was skimming ntt issues for costume refs and im. So concerned#also apologies to the people who've actually read ntt i could not for the life of me tell who was and wasnt still part of the roster#by the time tim is fully robin and hanging with dick#i dont think i did kori's hair justice :')#and i chickened out of her og costume bc it's. a Lot#also this is unironically my favorite nightwing look#MULLETWING MY BELOVED#GONE TOO SOON#at least in batman collected stuff#ig i have to read ntt too at some point#ALSO if anyone knows the textpost im talking about!!! pls lmk#bc i cant find it
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Gotham rogues when ppl are taking the Gotham Census:
âAverage Gothamite gets kidnapped at least 3-4 times in their life" factoid actually just statistical error. We only kidnap the average Gothamie 1-2 in their life :)
Robin (aka The Boy Hostage), who gets kidnapped every other night and treats it like a hobby, is an outlier and should not have been counted
#dick grayson#richard grayson#batfam#nightwing#robin#dc robin#dick grayson as robin#concerned originals
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Jason at the bank: do you need anything else?
Banker: we need proof that you are who you say you are.
Jason *pulling out his death certificate*: does this work?
Dick *sitting next to him groaning*: I knew this was a bad idea.
#batfam headcanons#jason todd#dick grayson#bat brothers#bat family#batfam#batfamily#jason is a mood#jason todd deserves better#jason and dick#dick is concerned#incorrect dick grayson#dick greyson#dick grayson needs a break#incorrect jason todd#bat family incorrect#incorrect batfamily#nightwing#red hood#cardinalcrap#500+
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Jason: Fuck's wrong with Timberlina over there?
Tim, hunched over the batcomputer, eyes feverish, slightly shaking: Drank two mugs of dark coffee and then a slightly larger jug of light coffee today. Think I'm gonna see God in a bit now.
Dick: ...should i call B?
Damian, setting another cup next to Tim: Not yet, Grayson. I'm curious to see how long before Drake starts seeing the ghosts of my ancestors.
#based on real life incident#exams had me by the ass#dick is quick to snatch the cup away#lectures dami on trying to fuck up tims nervous system#and tim on the harmful effects of excessive coffee intake#and lack of proper rest#tim dont give a shit#jasons in the corner trying to decide whether to laugh or be concerned#batfamily#batman#tim drake#dick grayson#jason todd#damian wayne#damian al ghul#batboys#batkids#batman family#batfam#incorrect quotes#incorrect batfamily quotes#dc comics
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theodore nott nsfw headcannons!!
nsfw 18+, minors dni (or do i cant stop yall)
warnings: implied sex, oral sex (both receiving), hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, p in v, praising and degrading, slight begging, possible more (pls tell me if i missed anything)
side note: italics are like flashback typa things idk what to call them lol
a/n: i was bad grammar and i make a lot of typos, i proofread it but if you find anything iâm sorry, itâs like 12 am rn and i canât sleep lol also bare with me and the translations i used google.
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he LOVES giving you neck kisses, and leaving hickeys all over you, he wants everybody to know your his.
this man is a pussy eating god, not only does he live eating you out, heâs absurdly good at it, he loves the way he has to push your thighs back open when ever he lets out a throaty moan, sending vibrations right through your core.
he is horny 24/7 his sex drive is actually crazy, he go for rounds. he loves it when you start getting overstimulated. âplease theo, i canât,â you whine, legs closing around his waist. âshh, itâs okay amore mio, just one more for meâ he coos as he thrusts into you, his cock hitting your cervix making you let out a string of whimpers and moans. âfuck, quei gemiti sono cosĂŹ sexy, tesoroâ (translation: those moans are so sexy, baby)
whenever he is giving or receiving head, there is always a common factor. hair pulling. whether itâs the way you tug and pull on his hair while he eats you out makes him go absolutely feral or if itâs the way he grips your hair, thrusting up into your mouth as he moans, either way he loves it.
he is 1000% a tits man. god he loves your boobs so fucking much. he loves touching them, squeezing them, anything, whether youâre fucking or even just cuddling (really doesnât seem like a theo thing but he just loves being close to you and touching you)
he likes being rough, especially after losing a quidditch match or when someone flirts with you. heâs extremely jealous and he knows it. he loves hearing the way you beg him to let you cum. âplease, theo, iâm gonna- fuckâ you moan, your hips bucking up. you expected him to push them back down but he doesnât, he just smiles smugly down at you âcâmon good girl, cum for meâ
even if you werenât together yet you were still his.
he has a thing for hickeys, he just loves the way you look with hickeys littering your neck and collarbones, leading down towards your chest. he thinks you look absolutely amazing with his hand wrapped around your neck, as he fucks you senselessly.
he definitely has a hair pulling kink.
he loves it when you call him teddy, it drives him fucking crazy.
he loves praising you and letting you know how much pleasure you bring him but on that note he also liked degrading, but he mostly degrades when heâd being rougher.
whenever heâs being rough with you and choking you he is always super gentle, making sure you can still breath, and that your okay.
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sorry itâs so short, iâm at school rn lol and i donât want my ohine to get taken lol
â juelz.
#theodore nott smut#theodore nott#theodore nott headcanons#theo nott#slytherin boys#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott x slytherin!reader#theodore nott scenarios#slytherin headcanons#platonic with a capital p#platonicwithacapitalp#dead gay wizards#dead gay wizards from the 70s#the marauders#asoue netflix#harry potter#remus lupin smut#i need his cock#i need him so fucking bad#i need to fuck him#i need to fuck him (he is fictional)#i need his dick#i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism#i need him in my bed#i need him laying in my bed naked ready to fuck#i love him
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Tim started the @robin tik tok account when he was Robin, and now that Damianâs Robin all that is posted is clips of Every other robinâs fails (but only as robin)
#they arenât really sure how Tim got the videos from dickâs Robin days but theyâre scared to ask#the fact that he has yet to run out of clips is also concerning#tim drake#dick grayson#jason todd#stephaine brown#damian wayne#robin
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Bruce and Jason absolutely huff some of the fear toxin on purpose once in a while.
#This is to the great exasperation of Alfred for Bruce and several goons for Jason that are moments from complaining about unsafe workplace#Conditions because the boss is even less concerned about gun safety tonight#They're freaks and they'd do it#And Dick is religious about rebreathers and anti toxins because the last thing he wants is to be under the influence and babbling#batman#dc comics#bruce wayne#jason todd#batfamily
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