#Robin DC

[tarta-de-limon]

Damian and Moo Deng pls pls pls 🙏

He's suffering cuteness overload 😔✋

Idk how to draw a hippo, but I tried my best. MOO DENG IS TOO CUTE BUT HE WON'T TAKE PICTURES BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO OVERWHELM THE BABY 😭✋💖 HE WANTS TO HUG IT AND SQUEEZE IT SO BAD

[trying-out-stuff]

AHHH I LOVE THIS <3 <3 <3

Based off that one trend because this is literally her baby!!!

Ok I’ll stop drawing baby Damian because I always end up doing it???

[takethelx3]

Tfw bro is just a cat in a human body

[gothamite-rambler]

Gordon is timing this (Batfamily Chronicles Flash Fiction)

Gordon: Okay, I can time this and then he'll be approaching me. That's how they do it, I'm not sure how because they're humans, but let me give this a try. I'm going to drink my coffee like usual-

Gordon counts down from three seconds in his head as Batman and Robin made it to the roof.

Batman (greeting): Commissioner.

Gordon (spinning around): Ah ha! I timed it! Who's old now!

Batman: Am I becoming predictable?

Robin (pick one): Nah, he's just your friend.

Batman: Oh... I can never get used to that.

[lynxisanartist]

Hey gang :) I have little to no clue on how to work Tumblr because I haven't used it in a hot minute (years) but I wanted to redraw @polarspaz 's Warhammer AU Tim design since hi?? Hello?? It's so detailed and sick I was clawing at my cage just reading about it and I know nothing about Warhammer 😭😭

HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE AS A FELLOW TIM FAN!!! :3

[rob1ns]

Tim and Conner ^^!

requested by: @swaghettoni

[ghurab-alzilal]

Kon, downhearted : I can't let you date Raven. She's the girl of my dreams!

Damian, unimpressed : You say that about every girl you see.

Kon, shrugs : I'm a man with a lot of dreams.

[emperorsfoot]

Don't know anything about your ship but... How about the prompt: find a kitten?

This is a perfect prompt!

(and Tim Drake is the 3rd Robin, of Batman and Robin; and Kon-El is a hybrid Kryptonian made from the combined DNA of Superman and Lex Luthor. In canon they're best friends. In my heart, they're soulmates.)

"Tim stop looking at your phone." Kon pleaded.

"Hn." Was the only response he received.

"Checking your phone every five minutes isn't going to change the results." Kon reminded him.

"But it will keep me informed." Tim argued. The first full sentence he'd spoken in fifteen minutes.

Kon sighed. This was supposed to be a date. Kon thought going out and doing something fun, or hanging out and just spending time together would be a good way to distract each other from certain current events going on.

But it didn't.

While they were at Tim's condo, all Tim did sit on his laptop and constantly refresh the same window. After Kon dragged him out for some fresh air ('fresh' being relative in Gotham) and sunlight, Tim switched to doom scrolling on his phone instead.

Kon sighed. Getting Red Robin to stop obsessing over something was near impossible.

And then Kon heard something.

"This is important, Kon. The fate of democracy-"

"Shh!" The Kryptonian hissed. "Do you hear that."

Tim paused for a moment, trying to listen for whatever it was Kon was hearing. When he heard nothing he huffed. "Kon, you know I can't."

Sometimes, a boyfriend with superhearing could be annoying.

Kon turned his eyes down, x-raying the sidewalk and the sewer channels bellow.

"You stay up here and keep enjoying your low-grade panic attack." Kon said. He lifted the nearest man-hole cover and jumped down into the filthy-filthy Gotham sewers.

"Wait, Kon! What do you hear?" Within moments, Tim had stowed his phone away and followed his boyfriend into the sewers. "My costume's back at the condo." He whispered softly in the enclosed space. "What do you hear?"

Kon's eyes were closed, listening for how the sound he w3as hearing echoes off the sewer channel's curved walls.

"This way." Kon took Tim's hand and led him in the direction he thought the sound was coming from.

They trudged through sewage that came up to their ankles. It soaked their pant legs and seeped into their shoes. Tim was going to have Kon incinerate their socks with his heat vision once they got back to the condo.

As they drew closer, Tim finally started to hear the same sound Kon was following.

The shrill and desperate, but very very tiny sounding, meow.

A kitten.

Kon was looking for a kitten in this sewer.

They found the kitten tangled in a plastic six-pack ring that nobody ever cut up.

Kon picked up the kitten, and disentangled it from the six-pack holder.

Tim pulled off his hoodie to wrap the kitten in.

The kitten needed a bath and tomorrow Tim would take it to the vet to get it checked out.

Kon would want to keep it.

They weren't even out of the sewer yet, but Tim knew his boyfriend. If Tim didn't want to keep the cat at his condo, then it would end up at the Kent farm. But either way, it was Kon's cat now.

Their cat.

[quotidian-oblivion]

Writer In Need Of YOUR Help *insert the "I want YOU for the army" poster*

Please. I am in desperation.

I'm working on my Tim gets de-aged to a toddler fic! And I've finished the outline! We have a good plot going and I'm quite excited to present it to you all.

But here's the thing.

I... um, accidentally added too much angst 😅

Since it's a deaged kid fic and those are required to have some adorable fluff moments, I could really use some ideas for it. So if you would like to see any moments with baby Tim, please do suggest them and I'll do my best to write 'em!

[venominomenon]

Bart: Pancakes are like kids, except you can't eat kids.

Tim: ...

Tim: That makes NO SENSE.

[everwalldigan]

To anyone who thinks Bruce has a clear and consistent favourite child I raise you this: it is infinitely funnier for Bruce to have a complicated and elaborate “ranking” system of his kids that only he’s privy to.

Picture this: Batman, dosed with truth serum, gets asked as a gag from one of the goons holding him captive who his favourite bat-vigilante is and instead of giving a straight answer, he launches into this whole explanation about the ranking system and who’s in the current lead, who’s hanging behind, etc. At some point (this is a mystery to everyone involved) a whiteboard appears and he starts explaining his system like he’s a football coach before an important match. Out of nowhere he starts pulling out little cardboard cutouts of his kids and pins them to the board. At some point the red string comes out.

Jason hasn’t killed someone in a week? Automatically promoted to favourite. Tim hasn’t caused an international incident in the past month? Puts him a few points ahead that keep decreasing the longer he refuses real sleep (20 minute power naps don’t count Tim! Says powernap inventor Bruce Wayne). Cass gave him a hug this morning and wished him a good day? Favourite until he gets a call from dick telling him (without shouting!!!!) that he’ll be there for this week’s Sunday dinner. Duke accidentally scratches the Batmobile? Demoted to the “in trouble” zone (which, honestly, that’s where his kids spend most of the time in😭). Damian did not attempt to free all the animals in the zoo they visited? Favourite. Until Bruce found out he was just trying to conceal the cat hidden in his room that Bruce explicitly forbade him from keeping.

Dick arrives at the family dinner with a busted shoulder and a bruise the size of Texas on his face? Gets demoted so far down that even azraeil scores higher than him. He’s in the “in trouble” zone for a constant month after that. Oh one of them survived an almost death? Favourite for at least the next week. At least. Multiple people survive an almost death? EVERYONES the favourite. The least favourite is the growing grey hairs on his head.

The end of day results are decided by who bothers to wish him goodnight and if all of them have fucked up in some way the past week then Jon (Kent) becomes the automatic favourite until someone cracks a joke that Bruce actually finds funny.

The favourite child changes daily, hourly even, and his kids are aware this system exists and keep trying to crack the code but he always Knows and just smirks smugly.

[tarta-de-limon]

hhhear me out little itty bitty damian with a comically large sword (he is NOT supposed to be using his grandpa’s swords!! he has his own!!)

“Do not intewwup, mothew. Wielding this blade, I shall vanquish my advewsawies!!!”

The first time he speaks like that. He really likes it, makes him feel powerful.

[alittlerightalittlewrong]

[bats-and-the-birds]

I have an obsession with Batfam meets the Justice League fics and headcanons in general, and my favorite situation is when the JL fully knows Nightwing, he's on the team, they all like him quite a bit, and he's so charming and open seeming that they all collectively forget that they don't know anything about him.

I want that, then on a mission, fighting a magic user of some sort, Nightwing gets zapped back to young Robin age. So everyone else on said mission is left confronted with 9 year old Dick Grayson in full Robin gear, who is fully ready to fight every single one of them, and they generally have no idea what's happening or who this child is, other than the fact that he's probably young Nightwing, except he won't answer to that name.

And Dick, extremely confused and suspicious because he doesn't know half of the people there, and the ones that he is aware of are wearing different costumes or are just straight up different people than they're supposed to be, proceeds to try and fight them, then actively try to run away.

Then they finally manage to wrangle him back to the Watchtower, trying to grapple with the implications that Nightwing has been a highly trained, costume vigilante since childhood, and managed to break a bone in Green Arrow's hand before they subdued him, and is still thrashing around and trying to bite various League members.

They call Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman in to see if they have any idea what to do with him, and when Robin sees Batman, he squirms out of Flash's grasp, runs to Batman, and climbs up his side until he's wrapped himself around his shoulders like he does it every day.

The Bat lets this happen, sighs in exasperation, then calls Zatanna to help.

The League is then left to piece together why tiny child Nightwing ran to Batman for safety, and why Batman seems a whole lot less confused than everyone else.

[bitter-hibiscus]

Red Hood joins twitter. Chaos arises

pt2

[we-r-robin]

Vicki Vale: Mr. Wayne are you Batman?

Bruce Wayne: What is a “Bat man?”

—

Vicki Vale: Mr. Drake are you Red Robin?

Tim Drake: Like the restaurant?

—

Vicki Vale: So Cassandra, are you Orphan?

Cassandra Cain: No I’m not an orphan. I have a dad.

—

Vicki Vale: Mr. Thomas are you Signal?

Duke Thomas: Am I what?

Vicki Vale: Are you the Bat Signal?

Duke Thomas: That is the stupidest question I’ve ever been asked.

—

Vicki Vale: Damian, are you Robin?

Damian Wayne: Tt, I am not a bird. Are you well, Ms. Vale? I’m concerned for your mental state.