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I imagine that Danny at some point gets kidnapped for whatever reason to be a sacrifice for a summoning. Of course, he just says bet, and changes the ruins to the personal hotline of one of the infinity realms ghosts (I like the idea of fright night for the next part).
The bat family comes sweeping in, realize that that one b tier villain friend of Orphan is the sacrifice, and try to stop the ritual. Of course they're too late, the cultists may be knocked out but the ritual is set in motion. And this hulking knight-like figure appears. Of course they expect to see Danny get killed or something worse by the giant ghost spirit thing that comes through the portal riding a demonic alicorn and pointing a sword right towards Danny's heart.
It's the Classic Emotional heartbreaking moment as the batfamily try in vain to save this somewhat annoying but reasonable villain that for some reason Orphan likes. They've gotten to know Danny a bit more at this point, they know he helps Cass get out of things, and they know Cass and him has tea time where they bitch about their families. They don't want to see what happens when a villain who is basically just a more advanced version of their everyday annoyances get vaporized or possessed.
Slow motion shot as the large being swings down his sword, with the batfamily on the outside of the circle trying to get in. The sword swings down, and simply breaks off the chains keeping Danny on the floor.
Then the B tier villain hops up, breaks the circle with a rub of his foot, and the bat family hear him... chatting!?!?! to this spirit.
Danny: Ah yeah you know I hadn't seen you in a while Frighty and this seemed like the perfect time to do it you know? I thought you'd get to mess up some cultists but the party poopers stole that chance already sorry.
Fright Knight: A summons for a battle that I did not to get to fight, a disappointment indeed.
Batfamily member: Excuse me? Fenton. How do you know this... Spirit?
Danny: oh right you party poopers are still here.... I guess I should introduce you all.
*Danny gestures to the figure nearly three times his size* behold, Fright Knight, physical embodiment of Samhein and tormentor of Hallows Eve, the ruler of the spooky and the scary, head guard to the coffin of Eversleep, One of three battle coordinators in the Head Coucil of the infinity realms, um.... Am I missing any titles. Oh yeah, carrier of the ummm... Terror sword?
Fright Knight: Several missing titles, Phantom, and it is the sword of nightmares.
Danny: Ah well, say hi Frighty!
*The large spirit makes a sound that is reminiscent of bones crunching and screams shivering up the batfam's spine. Danny seems pleased anyway*
Danny: I've never seen him so friendly!
Fright Knight: It has been several centuries since my last visit to the realm of the mortal coil after my banishing. The fear here is different, yet the same. This city reeks of the cries of the dead. I would like to visit again.
*Fright Knight steps forward, to the sudden in battle formation bat family*
Fright Knight: Despite the lack of decorum it is always a worthy summons to meet fellow knights so well known in the realms. However, I must be off, I do not trust the coffin unattended. I shall see you mortals in the end.
*And then suddenly the large nightmare spirit is gone*
Danny: That was fun ha ha. Anyway are we done here? I have a house-plant-water-inator to work on.
Danny and Cass are Dr Doof and Agent P
So! Here's a simple prompt. Danny is a small time Villain who uses his Technical Mind to build batshit crazy Inventions in an attempt to take over the "Tri-City Area" (Gotham, Bludhaven, Metropolis). Cass is the Silent Badass who is stuck having to defeat him every time.
Just imagine it!
...
Danny: Ahhh, Orphan. What an unexpected surprise. And by Unexpected I mean COMPLETELY EXPECTED! *slams buttom* *trap springs up around cass*
Cass: ...
Danny: Now, I bet you are wondering why I have covered all of Metropolis in Aluminum Foil. Well. IF I am to take over the Tri City Area, all three Cities must be together! So, using my Fenton-Magnet-Inator, I will pull Metropolis across the Harbor and unite all 3 cities! What do you think of that!? *turns back to cass*
Cass: *holding the dismantled trap with a bored look on her face* ...
Danny: ...Okay then, fine, whatever. It took me all day to design the perfect trap for you and you dismantled it in 5 seconds...I'm not upset...
Cass: *sheepish look* ...want to fight now...?
Danny: ...I would like that...
...
And if Danny is Dr Doofenshmirtz, and Cass is Agent P, who would Phineas and Ferb be? I vote for Jon and Damian.
And Tim is Candace.
...
Jon: I know what we're gonna do today!
Damian: This will be entertaining.
*5 hours later*
Tim: BRUU-UCE! Jon and Damian built a Kryptonian Flying Roller Coaster!
Bruce: I'm one of the world's greatest detectives Tim, I think I would have noticed that.
Tim: *also one of the world's greatest detectives* ...dude...
...
This was just a fun thought I had at work, but I feel like it works well enough.
This could be a Romantic Cass/Danny, or just regular old Frenemies Cass/Danny, but either way I just really love the concept of Danny being a Villain and Cass being the Hero constantly sent to stop him.
(Maybe he is too competent otherwise? The other Heroes don't know why, but every time someone other than Cass tries to stop him he is suddenly Extremely Dangerous. Maybe it's a Crush?)
#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dcxdp#Dc x dp#danny phantom crossover#dp x dc crossover#Batfamily member: Why did he call you phantom?#Danny: because that's one of my names duh#batfamily: wait gow do you even know what the infinity realms are? our best occultist barely knows anything#Danny: oh it all started when i was 14 years old! i remember the day well- just kidding that's one backstory you won't ever hear#Damien: Sir Fright Knight how did you obtain a mount such as that#Fright Knight: Nightmare and I have a shared goal of terror on this mortal ground. I found her in the twisted woods of the everdark.#Damien:... hmmm#Fright Knight: Are you wishing to obtain a mount such as mine? If so you would need to be able to prove yourself worthy to it.#Damien nodding his head: an easy task#the batfamily: NO#Danny showing off his new invention to Frighty: This is my shoe-be-gone-inator#this is my Jelly-inator#this is my Toast-be-gone-inator#Frighty: Perhaps phantom you are becoming more like your parents than you hoped#Danny *offended*:how fucking dare you#The batfamily are shocked#they've never heard the man actually curse before.
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Prompt:
After some very eventful weeks of Jason’s debut as the Red Hood he takes a well deserved night off and decides to crash in one of his safe houses.
He did not count on one of the Bats finding him there.
So to keep his plans from being torpedoed entirely Jason goes with the split second decision of pretending he was held captive by the Red Hood.
#Jason I-did-not-Plan-this-through Todd#Jason pretends he got kidnapped by—- himself#he’s going the full victim act here#breaking out the tears for this one#maybe Batman and Nightwing find him#and it’s a huge shock for everyone involved#Jason has that one moment of ‘do I shoot them?’#and then promptly decides to enter an a grade acting class by crying for his ‘family’ to please save him from the red hood#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#robin#tim drake#red hood#batman#prompts#fanfiction#fanfic#batfam fic#batdad#under the red hood#Au#alternate universe
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We as a society need to take advantage of Bruce’s movie trauma more.
First of all, not only is he incredibly apprehensive about cinemas, he’d also be way too busy with Batman and single mom-ing to stay in the cinematic pop culture loop?
I wanna see Bruce who only ever watches recorded Gray Ghost tapes. Name any movie post 2001. He hasn’t watched one.
When the Batkids enter the picture, they hold a contest on who can inflict the hardest psychological damage. Tim tries hooking him on Mean Girls but Bruce is too scared of Regina.
Steph: Okay so, it’s her wedding day and she strategically invites all three of her mother’s exes to find out who her biological father is, but! They all just end up adopting her instead!
Bruce: [Quiet but excited clapping]
Dick shows him Twilight. The resemblance between him and Robert Pattinson freaks him out.
#I think it’d be really really sweet if 10 year old dick bought a movie projector and bruce and him cuddled to sleep in the living room#Steph who likes Bridgette Jones’ Diary and Die Hard at the same time#Bruce showing up with movie facts/references from 20 years ago and the batkids pretend to act shocked#Jason would show him The Terrifier <3#bruce wayne#dc#dc comics#text#batman#text post#batfamily#stephanie brown#dick grayson
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any dc character: *confessing something about their past they kept hidden out of fear/shame*
their batfam bff who had already known for a while and is now desperately trying to hide that they knew the truth this entire time: “oh, wow! that is so crazy, i am so sorry you had to go through that.”
#batman#batfamily#batfam#batfamily shenanigans#batfamily headcanons#they’re just trying hard to pretend they didn’t do a full background check right after meeting their teammate/friend#they get the paranoia from their dad#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#barbara gordon#tim drake#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#duke thomas#damian wayne#being adopted by a furry is fun until you inherit all of his trust issues#at least he’s rich though!#random dc character: my parent is a villain and i became a hero to stop them!#batfam character: oh wow i am so shocked right now
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Jason: (stubs toe) AH GAH F*CK THIS TABLE
Dick: Jay Language! You should be ashamed!
Jason: You. You taught me these words man.
Dick: (now sweating a little bit) Such foul language and now lies? You lie on the name of your older brother? I don’t know what I did wrong! Timber have you ever ever heard me curse?
Tim: …no?
Dick: exactly! You wound me Jacey!
Jason: you literally would party all the time and you once told this very table the exact same thing I just said!
Tim: … okay the joke was funny before but now you’re taking it a bit too far Jason.
Jason: WHAT? ME!?
Later he found a Polaroid of a younger Dick Grayson clothes in disarray, holding a bottle of tequila and dancing amongst several other people. Said photo has a note on the back that read “hope to see you again soon” next to a deep red kiss mark.
Jason: SEE I WASN’T LYING LOOK!
Tim: …This is really good photoshop! I thought you didn’t want to learn! But seriously can you drop this? You’re asking me to believe that the guy who calls me timbits did drugs. Its not gonna work.
Dick: (mouthing behind Tim) no one will ever believe you >:)
#batfam#dick grayson#jason todd#incorrect batfamily quotes#nightwing#tim drake#batkids#Dick is still in shock that his tiny stalker never found out about his teenage dirtbag years#Jason is beside himself#he doesn’t want to ask Bruce cause he looks so sad when he brings it up
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Bruce loves his kids, even when they eat all his food , crash his cars, sneak metahumans into his city, hell they make out with random redheads in his Batmobile and he still loves them.
But his house is literally on fire and he is struggling to remember why he got children like there must be a way to return them he's begging any god for help at this point.
His wonderful children standing in front of him yelling screaming and fighting while his couch is on fire and for just one second he wishes he could go back in time and decide nope celibacy and no circus.
He's tired he's a vigilante he has twenty kids Alfred is on vacation and maybe this is why he opens his mouth. Which he would later realize was a mistake and utters these words.
I shouldn't have gone to that damn Circus
A
PIN
DROP
His eldest who was trying to pull apart his younger brother's turns tears already pooling in his eyes.
You regret me?
He sees his other children turn looks that would have killed him if he wasn't Batman. Jason's hand already on his holster. Knife in Damian's and Tim's bowstaff is out.
He rushes to his eldest Sweetheart no never I was joking I would do it a thousand Times over. No Dickie No.
Suddenly his children run faster than Barry god damn Allen. A smirk on Dicks face as he dashes.
Seriously B how do you always fall for that.
He should have Gone to Therapy
Shit the couch is still on fire
#Bruce Wayne#Dick Grayson#bat brothers#batfamily#batfam#Jason Todd#Tim drake#Damian Wayne#Alfred pennyworth#I wrote this in 2 minutes at 3:00 am I am shocked it makes sense
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is he solemn from trauma and unflappable regardless of the situation, or does he just have >50 units of Botox in his face at any given time; a novel about Bruce Wayne.
#like maybe he is feeling things y'all#and it's not the training#or the trauma#or anything else#it's just the fact that moving his face requires concerted effort#so he never looks shocked#or upset#or sad#unless he REALLY wants to be#lol#botox#bruce wayne#batman#dc#batfamily#joking#JOKING#or am I#(I have 20 units in my eyebrows and cannot move them without trying)#it has helped me stay “calm” in so many situations haha#“wow you really handled that so calmly”#thanks it was the fact that I can't move my face
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#i will never forget you badass jason#you're still famous to me#jason Todd#red hood#the red hood#pre crisis#flashpoint#i like him better when he's doing his own stuff and killing#i prefer him an anti hero than a hero#him having his own moral codes is way more interesting#batman under the red hood#batman utrh#he was playing 5D chess with batman and now he is just one more batfamily member who is there to do numbers#they killed him for shock this year#he was badass and now he's just a kenny
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I don’t think the fandom talks enough about the level of culture shock Damian went through.
First of all, he was in the desert then moved to the frikin’ north in America. That child was *freezing*.
Second, he moved from a dictatorship like violence cult to a dysfunctional family. That child was confused and probably felt very out of place.
Third, he moved from most likely a pretty strict schedule (I’d assume it was fairly normal for an assassin) to the Bat’s insane ‘sleep’ schedule and an actual school.
(Please don’t sacrifice me if I got something inaccurate)
@damian-al-ghul-wayne
#batfamily#the batfam#damian wayne#damian al ghul#damian al ghul wayne#batfam#batman#culture shock#poor Damian#shower thoughts
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I believe that Jason's in built taser armour has gone off during hugs and nobody believes that it was a mistake at all, despite Jason's repeated insistence that even he wouldn't be that evil.
#This is also how several rescues have gone wrong#Jason still wouldn't remove it#Even though he's sort of chill with hugs now#It's no big loss for him to zap his siblings and Bruce with it#Alfred's the only one who's never been shocked#jason todd#red hood#batman#batfamily
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bang, baby
Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!metahuman!reader (characterization up to you!)
Summary: After you move to Dakota City from Gotham, you find yourself dealing with metahumans and vigilantes yet again. Dick Grayson comes to check on you after an explosion and gets a surprising glimpse into your mind.
Warnings: fluff, very brief angst, spoilers/references to Static Shock, the entire Batfamily, people trash talking Gotham
Word Count: 5.5k+ words
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“Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Hawkins,” you say over the phone. “I look forward to working with you and the people of Dakota.”
“I’m excited to see what you’ll bring to the center,” Robert Hawkins, the man in charge of Freeman Community Center, replies. “Dakota will certainly be a change from Gotham, but I trust you’ll adjust nicely.”
“Is that your polite way of saying that I won’t have to deal with Joker and Scarecrow anymore?” you joke.
Mr. Hawkins laughs but doesn’t deny it. It is no secret that Gotham has its downsides, but it’s been your home, it’s where you met your best friend, the people who have become your family. Dakota offers new opportunities and a viable way to help people in need, rather than sitting behind a computer while vigilantes do the heavy lifting.
“I’ll see you Monday morning, Mr. Hawkins.”
“See you Monday. Travel safe.”
The call disconnects, and you sit back and sigh. Your apartment has been packed up, and most of your belongings shipped to the small bungalow you rented on the outskirts of Dakota. The community center provides exactly what you want, a hands-on role in helping the next generation. Yet, as you look at the picture of Dick Grayson on your lock screen, you know that you’re leaving things behind, too.
“I miss you,” you whisper as your screen goes dark.
You’ve been friends with Dick Grayson for as long as you can remember; you stayed close after he moved to Blüdhaven to escape Batman’s shadow and a destiny he didn’t want. He’s supported you every step of the way, completely in favor of you doing something good for the children of Dakota. But there’s a nagging feeling that leaving him so far behind will be impossible.
Your first day in Dakota passes in a blur of unpacking and desperately avoiding thinking about Dick until you’re settled. As you collapse onto your new couch, only twelve hours before your first day at the community center, you close your eyes and try to relax. Mr. Hawkins asked you to come in before the center opens to tour the facility and get acquainted with everything.
“It’s a great facility, Mr. Hawkins,” you say as he leads you back to your office.
“Please call me Robert, Bob, anything except Mr. Hawkins,” he responds. “Here’s your door. We’ll get your name up here soon.”
“No rush; putting names on doors is the least of your worries.”
“My son Virgil is stopping by on his way to school and I think he’ll agree with me that having another full-time employee is deserving of her name on the door.”
You smile and look around the bare office. There’s a desk, a bookcase, and a file cabinet against plain tan walls. The room is begging for not only an occupant, but a personality and a welcoming feel for the people who rely on the center.
“Feel free to put your own touches, whatever you want to do with the space.”
“Thank you, Mr.- Robert.”
“Better,” he applauds.
“Pops!” someone yells.
“That would be my son,” Robert sighs. “In here, Virg!”
“Pops, I’m asking Frieda-“ Virgil stops when he sees you and greets, “Hey.”
“Nice to meet you, Virgil,” you say, offering your hand. “Your dad’s told me some great things about you.”
“You moved here from Gotham?” he asks.
“I did. It’s sunnier here.”
“Safer, too.”
“Thanks in no small part to your dad, I’m sure.”
“As much as I’m enjoying this,” Robert begins.
“Do you know Batman?” Virgil asks, ignoring his dad.
“Can you keep a secret?” you whisper. Virgil nods quickly, and you say, “I’ve met all the bats and birds.”
“No way!”
“Precisely,” you say with a wink. “Between me and you?”
“For sure. Welcome to Dakota!”
“Virgil,” Robert calls. “Be good today.”
“Every day, pops! I’m good every day!”
As Virgil turns and exits the center, you shake your head. He reminds you of some of the previously mentioned bats when they were his age.
“He’s a good kid,” Robert muses. “But since his mom passed, I feel like I’ve had to remind him of that more often.”
“It’s hard,” you agree. “Losing a parent like that can make it too easy to lose sight of who you are. Virgil’s lucky to have you. All the kids here are.”
“You have to say that,” Robert jokes. “You’re from Gotham.”
The Freeman Community Center is relatively quiet on your first day, giving you time to remember where everything is, put some personal touches on your office, and figure out how to use the computer. It isn’t Wayne tech, but the outdated operating system isn’t easier to use. The phone on your desk rings later in the afternoon, and your brows pinch as you pick it up.
“Freeman Community Center on Dakota’s Ferris Row,” you begin, reading the printout of frequent questions and information Mr. Hawkins left you. “How can I-“
“We keep secrets, right?”
You turn away from the open door and whisper, “Virgil?”
“Yes or no?” he presses, his voice high and urgent.
“Virgil, that depends entirely on what you’re about to tell me.”
“I just- I need help, and my pops won’t understand.”
“What happened?”
“He always says I’m smart and asks me not to prove him wrong… what if someone else makes me?”
“Who?”
“Forget it,” Virgil decides.
“No, listen to me. I’ve been exactly where you are. It’s a tight spot but it’s not an impossible one.”
“I told my dad it was a football injury; if he finds out I even got near a gang… I can’t hurt him, so I have to do this alone.”
“Be careful, Virgil.” You hesitate before you add, “If you need anything…”
“Thanks, Gotham.”
You huff a laugh and reply, “No problem, Dakota.”
As you end the call, you notice a handwritten note from Mr. Hawkins at the bottom of the paper. It mentions gangs, the letter F, and someone named Wade.
“What have you gotten yourself into, Virgil?” you mumble.
Your bungalow is within walking distance of the center and the docks. The house is nice, safe, but is quiet enough that your Gotham-bred mind is uncomfortable. Your city never sleeps, coming to life after the streetlights come on, but Dakota is on a schedule that makes it impossible for you to ignore the silence. Flipping through channels, you try to find something to distract you, and when a news crew discussing Gotham pops up, you frown. It’s 600 miles to Gotham; there shouldn’t be a signal to broadcast Gotham City news.
“-Joker toxin dosing just last night,” the news anchor continues. “Aren’t you glad you aren’t in Gotham, Deb?”
“I sure am, Mike. Back in hometown news, Dakota residents have noticed an increase in traffic on-“
You turn the television off and check your phone. Jason texted you about the Joker toxin incident last night; several factory workers had been hospitalized, but the toxin was contained, and no one you know was affected. It was a relief, but your deep worry of not knowing when something else happens remains.
Your finger hovers over Dick’s contact. It’s been several days since you spoke to him, but if anything can make you homesick, it would be him. The sudden sound of helicopters flying over your house keeps you from texting him. You walk to the large window in your living room and see police choppers hovering with their spotlights pointed at the dock.
“Freeze!” someone demands over a speaker. “You are in a restricted area. Drop all weapons and step into the open.”
Gunshots echo as you turn the television back on to watch the helicopter footage. The boys at the docks look to be about Virgil’s age. A gang, you realize.
“No,” you whisper, rushing toward the front door.
As you near the road that leads you directly to the docks, an officer fires a nonlethal round from one of the helicopters. The noise is louder than it should be, pushing you backward as you cover your ears. It gets worse, however, when you notice the purple mist that covers the docks immediately after.
“Virgil,” you call, launching into a run.
Whoever is present needs help, but if Virgil is there, you must ensure he’s okay. As you near the fence on the east side of the docks, you slow. Virgil is climbing out of the secured part of the docks while police officers in gas masks are gathering the rest of the teenagers inside.
“What happened?” you ask.
Virgil looks at you before he falls off the fence and lands with an audible thud. You check his pulse and shake your head. He’s alive, breathing, and seems fine other than being unconscious. Carefully, you pull him up and thank Bruce for letting you train with vigilantes so often.
“I’ll get you home but I’m making you promise never to do this again,” you mumble.
You refuse to open your eyes the following morning despite your ringing phone. Blindly, you feel around your bed and nightstand until you find it.
“Hello?” you ask against your pillow.
“You are not gonna believe this, Gotham! Meet me at the auto junkyard. Do you know where that is?”
“Yeah,” you answer. It isn’t until after Virgil hangs up that you ask, “Why?”
When you reach the junkyard, you notice a blond boy with a green sweater wandering aimlessly. There’s a picture of him on Mr. Hawkins’ desk, and you think back to your tour as you try to remember his name.
“Richie?” you try.
He spins quickly and takes a step back. “Who are you?”
“I’m a friend of Virgil’s. He told me to meet him here,” you answer.
“Yeah, me too.” Richie sighs and murmurs, “I’m worrying about his butt and he’s rushing me off the phone and…”
“Whoa,” you whisper as Richie yells.
Before you, Virgil stands atop a stack of junk cars as several rise and move to other piles. He moves his hands, and you watch his face as this new power courses through him.
“Tell me that’s not cool!” Virgil exclaims.
“How the heck did you-“ Richie begins.
“There was an explosion last night. There was this gas. It changed me, Richie. Check it out!”
You watch Virgil as pink sparks fly from his hands to wrap around the hood of the car. It flies up, and Virgil balances on top as it circles the junkyard.
“No more asking my pops to borrow his car, dude!”
“V-man, you could be a superhero!” Richie yells excitedly.
“I could, couldn’t I!”
“Virgil!” you warn just before he crashes.
You walk to his side as Richie pulls him up and begins brainstorming ideas for protective gear. Looking into his eyes, you try to determine what other effects the gas may have had on him or anyone else.
“What?” Virgil asks. You tilt your head, and Virgil murmurs, “Oh.”
“What?” Richie repeats. “What oh?”
“I don’t like that look, Gotham.”
“And I don’t like seeing people react to airborne mutagens,” you reply. “Does your dad know?”
“No! And he doesn’t need to. Right?”
“I won’t tell him, but…”
“You’ll help me? You know other heroes.”
Richie looks between you and Virgil, and you sigh before you agree, “Yeah, I’ll help. But if I notice one thing that seems off, I’m getting you real help.”
“Deal, Gotham,” Virgil says, extending his hand.
“I’m not shaking your hand, Static.”
Richie and Virgil gasp together, and you roll your eyes at the realization that you just named another vigilante hero.
“Good morning,” Dick greets with a smile, and Haley tucked under his arm. “Beautiful day isn’t it?”
“What do you want?” Jason replies, blocking the door.
Dick sighs. “Why can’t you ever play along?”
“What do you want?”
“Fine, fine. Can you watch Haley for a few days?”
Jason looks at Haley, whose tail wags at his attention. “Where are you going?”
“Dakota. There was an explosion last night.”
“Yeah, the weird purple gas, I saw. She would’ve called if something happened.”
“She hasn’t called at all,” Dick admits softly. “I’m just worried.”
“I texted her after Joker dosed the warehouse workers. She was fine then.” Jason opens the door and takes Haley. He adds, “But I get it. Be careful.”
“Thank you. I owe you one.”
“Just one?”
“I can start repayment with a hug,” Dick offers, spreading his arms.
He blinks as the door slams in his face. His phone buzzes with an update on the citizens of Dakota, and he runs to his bike so fast he nearly trips over it.
“Bruce Wayne. Leave a message.”
“Bruce, something happened. I’m going to the hospital now to look into it. Dakota might be a new breeding ground for metahumans. I’ll let you know if I find anything.”
You save the voicemail as you enter the hospital. The emergency room is an open area to your left, and it is at maximum capacity.
“It’s getting worse,” a nurse says. “They keep mutating.”
You discreetly look through the first door and gasp. An explosion down the hall draws the attention of doctors, nurses, and patients, but you walk the other way. You have to find Virgil and fill in Bruce, in that order. On your way out, you snatch a newspaper from the stand by the door.
In your office at the center, you read the front page several times. The story isn’t surprising, but you know it is nowhere near finished.
“Bang baby,” you read from the newspaper. “Dakota’s better than Gotham, huh?”
You look up when Mr. Hawkins knocks on your door. “Join my family for dinner? It’s the least I can offer after the unsavory welcome you’ve gotten.”
“Oh, there’s no need. Your family deserves your time.”
“We eat at six. The address is in my contact. See you then!” Robert calls over his shoulder.
You drop your head and nod to no one. “See you then,” you reply weakly.
“Everywhere you look there’s another Bang Baby setting fires, wrecking buildings, scaring everybody, and no one’s doing anything about it,” Mr. Hawkins says at dinner.
“Well, what about that kid they were talking about on the news?” Sharon asks. “What’s his name? Static. He’s doing something, isn’t he?”
“Didn’t you hear what happened today? He got beat. Bad. Besides, he’s probably a Bang Baby, too.”
“If he is, he’s one of the few good ones.”
“Huh. For now.”
“What’s that mean?” Virgil demands.
“Nobody knows anything about these metahumans. What if Static keeps changing? What if he turns into some kind of monster? Nobody knows. Not even Static himself.”
“He’s willing to fight, though,” you point out. When all three Hawkins turn their attention to you, you clear your throat and explain, “He’s not mutating yet, like the rest of them, so it seems likely he never will. Plus, if he’s willing to fight the other Bang Babies, win, lose, or tie, I think he’d fight against any change he didn’t agree with.”
“That’s- I hadn’t considered it that way,” Mr. Hawkins admits. “I suppose you have a point. Fighters have something to fight for. Right, Virgil?”
Virgil smiles at you as he agrees, “Right.”
After dinner, Virgil walks you out and stops on the sidewalk. “You really think I won’t mutate?”
“Virg, the ones who are already mutating were probably closer to the explosion, exposed to more gas, there’s no way to know for sure. If you do, and I think it’s a big if, I’d anticipate it would be a slower, more manageable change. Something you can handle, no problem.”
“And you’ll help?”
You smile, but someone behind you answers, “That’s what she does best.”
Virgil looks over your shoulder, but you spin, your eyes widening as you run toward him.
“Dick!” you greet happily, throwing your arms over his shoulders as he catches you.
“I saw the explosion and was worried something happened to you. I should have known you were helping a young hero.”
“Hero?” Virgil repeats.
Dick looks at you as you move to his side, and you smile before you turn to Virgil. “I’ve been considered a sidekick for a very long time. Invisible but always there. Something you should remember, Virg.”
“I will. Nice to meet you…”
“Dick Grayson,” Dick introduces himself. “I take it you’re Virgil Hawkins.”
“Shake his hand,” you encourage.
“Why did you say it like that?” Dick demands, pulling his hand behind his back.
“Just do it.”
Dick reaches his hand out carefully, and Virgil shakes it without releasing any static electricity. You nod and wave to Virgil as he returns to his house.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call,” you tell Dick. “I thought I’d want to come back if I talked to you.”
“What happened?”
You glance back at Virgil’s house and decide, “It’s not my story to tell. What I do know is that there are a lot of metahumans in Dakota, and most of them are not good.”
“Did you tell Bruce?”
“I left a message. They- I just don’t know what to do.”
“What you came here to do. Help the people who need it most.”
“The center is for the poor, homeless, doomed narrative people, Dick, not metahumans.”
Dick lays his hands on your shoulders and smiles. “You’ll figure it out. You always do.”
“How long are you staying?”
Dick smiles and helps you onto his bike before he answers, “As long as I need to. I’ll do whatever I can, but I’ll also keep Bruce off your back. He’ll want to know everything, but your focus needs to be here.”
“Thank you.”
“Static,” Dick says. “That’s why you wanted me to shake his hand.”
“He’s gotten much better. But don’t tell him I told you anything.”
“You’ve been protecting my secret identity for over a decade, your secret’s safe with me.”
While Dick stays at your house and tells Bruce everything he’s found out about the explosion and metahumans, you accompany Mr. Hawkins to a meeting at city hall. Despite your best efforts to convince him otherwise, he approaches the podium to ask what the city’s leaders are doing about the Bang Babies.
“Mr. Hawkins, the topic of today’s meeting is budget appropriations,” a woman on the board replies. “There will be a general meeting next month and-“
“This can’t wait a month!” Robert exclaims, hitting his fists against the podium top. “You’re our leader, we put our faith and trust in you when we elected you, but you seem to be forgetting that you serve us, we don’t serve you!”
As the crowd cheers, you lean toward Virgil.
“I’d hate to be on the other side of that,” you whisper. “But you know he’s not attacking you right? He’s just looking out for the greater good.”
“Sounds like your pops took some public speaking classes,” Richie muses.
“Nah,” Virgil replies, “he just gets lots of practice talking to me that way.”
“We all know the police have what’s left of the tanks the gas was in, so why haven’t they been able to trace the owner?” Robert asks.
“Someone’s working on that,” you tell Virgil.
“Batman?” he asks, wide-eyed at the idea.
“Maybe.” You look down at your phone and notice a message from Bruce. “Does the name Alva mean anything to you?” you ask Virgil.
He and Richie turn to each other, then smile at you. “It certainly does. Care to help us out with this one?”
“Better that than send you out alone.”
“Don’t lose him,” Richie instructs from your passenger seat.
“Rich, this isn’t my first time tailing a bad guy, just calm down,” you reply. “Virgil’s listening in on Alva and he’ll let us know about any changes.”
“Guys, Alva is sending someone else to wipe hard drives of mutagen formulas and shipping records,” Virgil says through Richie’s walkie-talkie. “He wants everything saved somewhere else so he can start over.”
“Where’s the lab?” you ask Richie.
“Take the next right,” he instructs. Virgil flies over you, and he amends, “Or just follow him.”
You pull the walkie-talkie from Richie and radio, “Be careful, Virg. We’re right behind you.”
“10-4,” he replies.
When you park behind Alva’s lab, Richie reaches for the door handle, but you stop him.
“We wait here,” you instruct. “If Virg needs help, I’ll go in.”
Several minutes later, after Richie has grown increasingly nervous and antsy, a window on the second floor shatters as Virgil flies out on a metal utility cart. You back out slowly and drive around the back of the building to meet Virgil. He did it alone, but that doesn’t mean he won’t have questions or concerns about how and what he did.
“This is everything?” you ask as you hold up the disc.
“Yep. Once the doctors see it, I’ll know if I can stop worrying,” he answers.
“Worrying?” Dick repeats.
“Virgil thinks he’s going to keep mutating like some of the other Bang Babies.”
“Don’t you think that would have happened by now?”
You gesture toward Dick to communicate, see? It’s the logical explanation, and you hope Virgil will see that now.
I missed you, you think as you look at Dick. His eyes are on you as Virgil and Richie theorize what data Alva saved. Dick stands and drops his eyes to your lips.
“Do that again,” he instructs.
“Do what again?” you ask.
“Just…” Dick trails off and places his hand on your shoulder as he leans toward you.
I knew talking to you would make me homesick.
“How close did you get to that mutagen gas?” Dick inquires.
“I don’t know,” you answer, shrugging. “To the fence, so ten yards from the purple cloud, maybe?”
“You were that close to the gas zone, and you didn’t tell me?” Dick asks as he steps back. “We’re leaving.”
“What? Why?” you inquire as Virgil begins arguing against you leaving. “Dick, I can’t leave!”
“You just talked to me without opening your mouth!” he exclaims, tossing his jacket to you. “Something happened to you, and I’m not going to sit around and wait to find out if it gets worse.”
“He didn’t care if I got worse,” Virgil murmurs to Richie.
He’s protective, you think as you glance toward him.
“Whoa! Get your voice out of my head.”
“I’m not trying to do it,” you defend. “What can you hear?”
“Your thoughts, I think,” Dick answers. “I highly doubt you wanted me to hear it.”
“One day,” you tell him, convinced by the idea that you could accidentally share something with someone you trust less. “You have one day to run the tests and then I’m coming back. I can’t leave now, Dick.”
“Fine. We’ll be back. If you need anything, call her.” He passes a card to Virgil and reluctantly adds, “Or him.”
“This is- there’s a-“ Virgil stutters.
“That’s a bat!” Richie exclaims. “Is this Batman’s number?”
“Yes, and if you call him for anything short of an emergency, he will be very mad.”
“Oh, of course,” Virgil agrees. “Good luck.”
“Hey,” you call, looking back. “Whatever answers I get help you, too. Just keep doing what you’re doing, and it’ll work out.”
“You got it, Gotham.”
“Stay you, Static.”
As you follow Dick to his motorcycle, you try to keep your thoughts calm and meaningful. He turns toward you and offers you a helmet, but he lays his hand against your cheek before you can put the helmet on.
“Relax,” he says. “I won’t listen.”
“I don’t want to say – think - something I shouldn’t,” you mumble.
“It’s me. Think whatever you want.”
“Promise not to get scared away if I let a secret slip?”
Dick smiles as he says, “I promise. You’re stuck with me… like static.”
“I don’t see any physical effects of the gas,” Bruce declares. “But you’re clearly telepathic.”
“Great,” you grumble. “Known for my ability to keep secrets and one little explosion opens my brain up to everyone.”
“Quite the opposite,” Bruce corrects. “It seems to me that only people you trust have been able to hear your thoughts, and it’s only active thoughts at this point. With practice, I see no reason you couldn’t gain control and be able to both send and receive message telepathically.”
“How do I practice that?”
“Intentional telepathy. Send thoughts to people rather than speaking, try to get in the head of someone you trust.”
You nod and purse your lips. Dick wants to know what you’re thinking, and, of course, it’s not clear this time.
“You want me to stay, don’t you?” you ask.
“Pure-hearted metahumans are hard to come by. There are more than enough villains and crooks in Gotham who would stop picking fights once a telepath was involved,” Bruce points out. “I’d love to have you with us.”
“I… I want to go back to Dakota. Virgil needs my help and all of those metahumans are just as lost and scared as I am. The difference is that they’re dangerous in their fear. But I know that Gotham needs all the help it can get, too.”
You look to Dick, but he shakes his head and says, “I’m not telling you want to do. Whatever you decide, I’m with you.”
“I’m going back to Dakota,” you declare. “Thank you, Bruce.”
“Of course. You know where to find me if you need anything else or want to strike fear into the hearts of Gotham’s criminals.”
Yet you didn’t answer your phone, you think pointedly.
Bruce shakes his head as the thought enters his mind, and you smile at how easy it is. As you follow Dick out of the Batcave, you know that the road ahead of you won’t be easy, but it will be worth it.
“I’ll call this time,” you promise as Dick prepares to return to Blüdhaven. “Thanks for everything, Dick.”
“Any time. Thanks for the glimpse into your mind,” Dick replies, then winks.
“It was never for Gotham. The homesick feeling.”
“What was it for?”
“I think you know, Boy Wonder.”
Dick shakes his head as he slides his helmet over his hair. “I’ll call if you don’t,” he threatens.
“Understood, Nightwing, sir.”
Dick waves as he pulls away from your house. That homesick feeling settles below your concern for Virgil and yourself, and you push it down further as you get ready for work. The community center needs you first.
“Good morning, Robert,” you greet as you enter.
“Good morning. How was your trip to Gotham? I wish you’d taken up my offer to stay longer,” he replies.
“It was good. I refuse to leave you any longer than necessary, especially since I’ve only been here a week.”
“Community, family, it’s what we do here.”
You smile and accept a hot drink from Robert before you walk to your office. Several meetings with female students are on your calendar this afternoon, and you’ve set aside two hours to plan a basketball game fundraiser. The busy day should keep your mind off of Dick, and as long as you keep your thoughts in your own head, it should be a nice return to work.
“Gotham!” Richie yells.
You look up from the paper in your hand and frown. Richie slides to a stop, out of breath, as he points toward the docks.
“Bang Babies, like, all of them,” he pants. “Virg can’t hold ‘em.”
Your eyes widen as you realize what he’s saying. Virgil is alone against a multitude of metahumans with no backup. At least until you arrive. You usher Richie into your car and speed to the entrance of the docks.
“Wait!” Richie yells. “This is for you.”
He hands you a metal case, and you open it quickly. There’s a gray spandex suit covered with black embroidery that you think is meant to be EEG results.
“Brain waves?” you ask, looking at Richie.
“I know you don’t have a name yet, but Virg and I were messing around and… it should fit.”
You smile and thank Richie before you run into a nearby outbuilding and pull it on. It fits well, though you’re not surprised that Virgil and Richie managed it. As you move through the buildings and shipments surrounding the docks, you count over twenty Bang Babies and see Virgil struggling to hold off at least ten more.
You close your eyes and think about the people you love. Telepathically, you call out – or try to call out – Batman, we need backup in Dakota. The docks. Send everyone you can spare. I love you all.
After adding the last part about loving them, just in case, you jump into the fight. Hotstreak is closest to Virgil, and you invade his mind with thoughts of icebergs and cold water splashing on him. He flinches back as if the water extinguished his flames, and you turn your attention to the next person.
“Is that Batman?” one of the Bang Babies yells.
You don’t turn, focusing on Boom, a metahuman who can generate sonic waves. Once he’s disoriented, Static moves in and pushes him into a shipping container where his power can be contained.
“You called in backup?” Virgil asks.
“I didn’t think they’d come,” you defend.
“Way to have faith in us!” Red Hood yells as he dodges a punch.
Robin tuts behind him, wielding a katana. “You are family, or so they keep telling me.”
“Ebon!” Richie yells from the other side of the fence. “Don’t let him get away, Static!”
“I’ve got Ebon!” you announce. “Static, Replay!”
Johnny Morrow waves at Robin and then splits into several clones of himself.
“I’ve had so much coffee that I was already seeing two of you,” Red Robin taunts. “Come at me, one kid wonder.”
“Are you chasing shadows?” Nightwing asks as he falls into step with you, running toward the lone streetlight over the docks.
“Ebon can slip into the shadows, he can teleport, but if I can see him, I can stop him.”
“Are you sure?”
“Mostly,” you answer after several steps. “Bruce brought the whole family, I see.”
“You sent the message to all of us,” Dick says. “We all boom tubed here.”
“Oh. I’ve got this, go help the others. We’re outnumbered.”
“Be careful!”
Dick turns and pulls his Escrima sticks from their position on his back and taps them together as he moves toward Leech.
“Try to fight without power!” Leech bellows.
“Sorry… no superpowers for you to turn off,” Dick taunts with a smile.
You tune out the sound of the fight behind you as you search for Ebon. Just ahead of you, you can sense someone thinking.
Ebon, you call telepathically. Talon made you sound so scary. I wasn’t expecting you to run from a fight.
He doesn’t reply or move, but you can sense his discomfort with having another voice in his mind.
Since I’m here and you’re a bad host, maybe I should look around for myself.
You navigate to one of his memories, watching in your mind as he fought a Bang Baby. He won, so you dig for another. When you reach a fight from the day after the explosion, Ebon slings his head to the side.
That won’t work, I’m in your mind, not on your head, you explain. Unless you’re ready to come out and face me like a man. Or do you think it’ll go as well as the last time you fought a girl? Her memories are much different than yours.
Ebon launches out of the shadows, and you fill his mind with an image of falling. He crashes to the ground, and Virgil binds him with looping static.
“Try teleporting with the entire dock stuck to your back,” Virgil says.
“How many more?” you ask.
“None. Your, uh, friends are very efficient.”
“Did you hear that?” Red Robin asks. “He called us your friends.”
“If your need for aid has been met, I’d like to return home to Titus,” Robin adds.
“Yeah, yeah,” you reply. “Thank you all, for everything. I meant what I said.”
“We know,” Red Hood assures. “See you at family dinner? We know boom tubes work here now, so no excuse!”
“I’ll be there,” you promise.
“Nice work,” Batman applauds. “You, too, Static. Hold on to that card you have.”
“Yes, sir, thank you, sir,” Virgil replies.
The boom tube opens behind them, and they step in one after the next. When it closes, you turn and high-five Virgil. He smiles at something over your shoulder before he runs toward Richie to relive every glorious moment. Dick walks toward you, visible now that Virgil isn’t between you.
“I thought you left,” you say, tilting your head to the side.
Dick looks down at your new suit and exhales dramatically. “Bang, baby.”
You laugh and push your hands against his chest, but instead of shoving him backward, you grip his suit and pull him toward you. His lips meet yours, and fireworks explode overhead. You know that they’re real, Virgil’s doing, but you don’t care about that or anything else as Dick wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.
You’ve dreamed of this moment for years, thought of it daily since Dick left Gotham, and it’s everything you dreamed it would be. Breathless, you pull back and smile at Dick as he removes his domino mask. You only have a moment before you must leave, make room for the police to take the most dangerous of the Bang Babies in. But, in that moment you have left, you look at Dick and think…
Bang, baby, indeed.
He pulls you close and leads you away from the docks. You both ignore the sirens approaching behind you as you get in your car and drive in the dark to your house.
“It’s a nice suit,” Dick mentions after you change out of it.
“Shut up,” you murmur. “It wasn’t my idea.”
“Trust me, I know.”
“Thank you for coming.”
“You know I always will. I’ve been homesick without you, too.”
You lean in to kiss Dick again, and just before your lips meet, you think, I love you, Dick Grayson.
#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson x fem!reader#dick grayson fluff#dick grayson fanfiction#dick grayson fic#dick grayson#dc comics x reader#batfamily#fem!reader#hanna writes✯#static shock#virgil hawkins
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Prompt:
Actor Au!
Where Batman and Co. are the most popular TV series and they’re currently filming Jason’s death.
Only Bruce goes so deep into acting he breaks down for real upon the part where he arrives at the warehouse and digs through the rubble for his child.
#Jason just thinks it’s phenomenal acting#and totally doesn’t move a muscle until the Regisseur calls the cut#at which point Jason just jumps up and goes ‘that was AWESOME Pops!’#only bruce doesn’t stop crying and clutching at him#and literally everyone else is disturbed by the sheer level of emotion#the only reason the cut wasn’t called earlier is because the filming crew was too shocked with Bruce’s screaming and begging#Jay honey you played the dead child a little too well#Bruce is having a full blown mental breakdown#Dick and Tim have to be called on set#unless they’re already there and also joining the cuddle pile because#JASON YOU PLAYED YOUR PART TOO WELL#Joker’s actor is going on a month long vacation he’s got trauma#I’m still sick af but this au came to me in a fever dream oops#might be dying more at eleven lol#actor au#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#robin#tim drake#red hood#joker#prompts#angst#jaybin#batdad
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i hate golden child Dick Grayson. everyone ignores how ANGRY this kid actually was. We rarely get accurate dick grayson, all the teen titans shows have been so off on his personality (you cannot tell me they accidentally made the character tim and realised halfway through wrong robin) and the fandom sees him as "oh everyone finds him attractive + he's Bruce's perfect angel and Jason hates him because of that"
no he literally killed the joker.
why do we skim over that he KILLED THE JOKER. He didn't even know Jason; bruce was his father and he not only refused to kill the joker, interfered when someone else tried to but hit jason in the same way after he came back. His SON. But dick felt so strongly about a kid he regretted not getting close to that he killed a man.
and then if you think that was a one off
in that panel where he fully BEATS Bruce's ass in gotham war? served. ate.
people dumb him down way too often like he wasn't the first robin. you cannot out do the doer so they gotta drag him down to bring others up.
not to mention the fanon portrayal ignores the trauma he has from liu, mirage and tarantula. it looks at that and goes "ok! cool but he IS a flirt :3" he isn't allowed to grieve in the comics either because SOMEBODY (devin) won't let him because he "didn't say no"
and give jason his own friends DC please stop giving him handmedowns he deserves more (i do love him and roy i just wish they also maintained the roy dick friendship because it's usually one or the other)
thabk yoau and gooenight
#nightwing#dc comics#dick grayson#golden child#batfamily#jason todd#bruce wayne#Read the “dick grayson kills the joker” ao3 tag#Actually just read ao3#you haven't lived until you graduate from “wayne family webtoon” style fics into “bends canon cutely” fics#I don't mind the wayne family adventures but i just don't like their protrayal of some characters#ok this might be brainless rambling I've only had a muffin.#I HATE DICKIE WAYNE#let him be ANGRY#Let him be MAD#Let him shock everyone with the rage#the amount of times he's been sa'd. not once. not twice BUT THREEEEEE times.#everyone forgets about liu#She was THIRTY#He was seventeen#leave him alone#this is my roman empire#nightwings sa mentioned!! cover your ears fanon !!
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bruce 'tired single dad' wayne: *lecturing jason once again on something he did during a fight*
jason 'theatre kid extraodinare'' todd who immediately starts fake crying on the spot: do you just not love me anymore?
#dc comics#dc universe#dcu#batman#red hood#batfamily#batfam#bruce wayne#bruce thomas wayne#jason todd#jason peter todd#jason was never the angry robin#yeah bruce is weak to his children crying but especially jason#if jason can puke on command you best believe he can convincingly fake cry too#what's the point of having trauma if you can't use it to stop your dad from lecturing you?#bruce folds on the spot when jason cries which is why jason doesn't cry that often (jason doesn't want his secret weapon to lose effect)#most of the time jason just owns up to the things he did#so there really isn't any point in lecturing him because jason doesn't care about consequences#the first time jason fake cried in front of bruce after his death he was shocked at how it still worked#the reason why it works so well is because bruce thought jason was dead for around four years and grieved him for so long
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Glad to see that Tim being a giant Dick Grayson fanboy is finally being highlighted again, and sparking more discussion especially on their early relationship! (Please gimme more!!! I love them so much, augh!)
Probably as a result of that surge, there seems to be reciprocal chatter on the topic of how young Tim actually felt towards Jason, too. It's honestly pretty interesting, because it's more nuanced than it appears at first glance.
Which means it's very fun to dissect! ✨
There's a degree of subjectivity to keep in mind, because readers are going to have different interpretations of the same scenes, or will pull from entirely different scenes than one another to form their individual view on this topic. That's just how it is in comic book fandom, for many things! Regardless, in this case... if the scale ranges from the extreme of "Jason was Tim's Robin" to the other extreme of "Tim actually hated Jason [as Robin] or thought he was a loser that got himself killed" — the actual truth is closer to the middle, as is often the case.
At least, in my opinion.
Mainly I want to focus on those relatively early days with this post, to highlight Tim's initial(-ish) feelings towards his heroes, and touch on the point at which they really begin to change. This turned into a very long post, though. Brevity is beyond my skill, so grab snacks and water lol. Transcripts for each image will be posted at the very end under the cut.
So, the two storylines I want to cover are "Rite of Passage," which is rolls into "Identity Crisis." (NOT to be confused with the major crossover event "Identity Crisis™" which came years later, and is where Jack Drake dies.... But it sure is an interesting coincidence that Tim deals with the loss of each parent in two similarly named stories!) These take place before Tim is even Robin, and I'll be considering them as one arc for this post.
Detective Comics vol. 1 #618 (July, 1990) -- Pages 1 & 2
"When Gotham needed him, he was there. When the Batman needed him, he was there. He was a hero."
"One day, I'll be as good as Jason. One day I'll wear the suit."
To start off, we have this opening from "Rite of Passage." Tim is still in training here, mainly helping Bruce with minor stuff from the cave. His parents are off traveling, alive and well as of these next few pages. He's still bright-eyed and full of wonder. An extraordinarily weird but ultimately innocent kid.
So his view on Jason is positive and fairly simple: a hero, and someone to look up to as Robin. Clearly, Tim here doesn't think Jason was deficient in his role, either as a protector of Gotham or as Batman's trusted partner.
Moreover, Tim already held Dick in very high regard because he was amazingly skilled before he became Robin. To Tim, that's not something he'll ever be able to achieve. Meanwhile, Jason wasn't like that. He was a regular kid without crazy acrobatic training since practically birth. Yet he still went on to be a hero—which is obviously motivational for Tim who finds himself in similar shoes.
It's true that Tim only ever knew or thought of Jason as Robin, and idolized him in that regard. But that's kind of all that mattered to him at that point, because he was this kid who was utterly star-struck by his heroes. Even if he's technically aware of their shortcomings as people, it's overshadowed by the hero-worship.
It was kind of the same with Bruce as Batman at first. (Which was still enough for Tim to risk life and limb to help his beloved hero, before Bruce even knew his name.) Dick was the only one Tim had any sort of "personal" relationship with beforehand, so there is an extra level of attachment—and hence why it was the nidus for his obsession with Batman. Yet even then, it wasn't like he actually knew anything about Dick as a person until later. Until then, Tim's ideas of him were all he had, too. With Jason, Tim just didn't get to know him at any point before his return (oof), apart from what he heard over the years secondhand (also oof).
Ultimately, it's the loss of innocence—along with the ricocheting bullet that is the unresolved guilt of those around him—that begins to change Tim's perception. Not just of Jason, but of things in general.
Batman vol. 1 #455 (Oct., 1990) -- Page 13
"I know why they do it now. Why they put on the suits, and the masks, and go out into the night. They're angry, they're full of rage. They want to hit back."
Losing his mother was a major shift for Tim, obviously. This is right after the previous storyline, and Tim's had the worst week or two of his life (so far). His monologue here is a reference to what happened to both Dick and Jason. The unbearable pain of loss, the rage masking the grief underneath. And importantly, that he feels both of them were justified in their anger. (And Bruce too, indirectly.)
The major theme of the aptly named "Identity Crisis" is to mirror aspects of Dick and Jason and Tim's lives—to show how they converged onto the same tragic road. It's something that Tim notices early in the story, and was frightened by. Now, horrifically, it's become a part of him as well. His parents are gone, and he was entirely helpless to do anything about it. Dick was the same way, Jason was the same way. The cycle is repeated.
In particular, the part about him wanting to go to Haiti for revenge—for his mother—sort of struck me as being an intentional parallel to Jason and Ethiopia. It's a bit of a stretch, especially in isolation, so others may see it differently (e.g. the angry ramblings of a grieving child that does sound like something anyone might say). But it always stuck out to me because of how much Tim is compared directly to Jason in this arc. More on that below.
It's not something I can really give an accurate feel of because it's a lot of subtle things that begin to add up, so I'd encourage folks to read this arc themselves to see what I mean. (Or maybe you'll still disagree which is fine too lol.) Again, many things are in reference to both Dick and Jason in relation to Tim, but it's weighted more on Jason's side.
Batman vol. 1 #455 (Oct., 1990) -- Page 18
"You think my anger will boil over, the way Jason's did. I can assure you, it won't!"
Tim's grief has begun to pull away the veil of idealism that enshrouded his heroes in his mind. It doesn't apply only to Jason, but to the rest of them. Plus add the fact that Tim's keenly aware that he's being managed, even if the adults around him are careful to not outright say certain things. He still knows.
Bruce, Dick, and Alfred are all worried about Tim potentially turning into "another Jason." They (and mainly Bruce) caution Tim to not ignore his emotions, but they're still concerned that he may be overly eager to prove himself in order to cope, and could get hurt or killed as a result. While they aren't wrong for their caution—especially at how unsettlingly similar all the circumstances are—they aren't very subtle about the elephant in the room.
Imagine how that would affect Tim's perception of his predecessor, especially when he's in the midst of a traumatic event he hasn't had time to fully process. The negative association is pretty much inevitable.
Tim's known from day one that he's walking in Jason's shadow, and now it's become inescapable. Tim went from seeing Jason as a goal to reach, to feeling that unless he surpasses him, he wasn't going to be taken seriously by anyone. However, as of this arc, Tim doesn't even fully come to that point yet.
Batman vol. 1 #456 (Nov., 1990) -- Pages 14 & 15
"Drop-outs don't make it. And dead heroes are no use to anyone!"
It's really easy to take away "Tim totally thought Jason got himself killed" as the main thing here, but I think that's missing the forest for the trees.
First some context: Bruce has gone out on a mission to get Scarecrow, and expressly forbade Tim from doing any shenanigans. Meanwhile, Tim is grappling with wanting to prove himself and trying to help Bruce from the cave, all while trying to deal with his emotions. At some point, he falls asleep and ends up having like... exhaustion-grief hallucinations of Dick!Robin and Jason!Robin who confusingly caution yet encourage him. The main theme of this part is facing your fears.
Depending on how you want to interpret the intent of Jason's dialogue here, you could go several ways with it. Ranging from "writer's feelings towards Jason" to "a peek into Tim's mind as his fears manifest as visions of his heroes" or some mixture thereof.
Though Tim argues with Bruce that Batman needs a Robin, we're shown that Tim is understandably scared of joining Batman's "war." He's still not willing to let Bruce go it alone, though, and that's something he feels more strongly than his fear.
Meanwhile, hallucination!Jason's warnings are a lamentation of what happened to him in a way, but it actually exactly describes Tim's current situation even more so. Unlike Jason, Tim is under-trained, under-experienced, doesn't even have a suit of his own yet. But like Jason, he can't sit by and do nothing while someone he cares about is in danger. Tim knows that if he goes out there, he will probably get himself killed, and it will be his own fault. So he's about to disobey Batman's orders, and fly right into danger. If that got Jason killed, then Tim—who is in a way worse position experience-wise—has every chance of ending up the same.
Like... it's about Jason, but it's also about Tim. It's Tim's worst fears made manifest, via the representation of why he is even here in the first place (Jason's death).
That's my theory anyway, but perhaps this is an overly charitable reading of this scene on my end. (Not that I think that makes me wrong lol.) However given that Grant wrote both parts of this arc, and the beginning of which is especially favorable towards Jason, it certainly is something to ponder. I have a lot of thoughts on it I can't expand on here tbh but perhaps that'll be another post.
Anyway, returning to the point of the similarities vs differences between Tim and Jason: since this is the arc that solidified Tim as the next Robin in comic continuity, it makes sense that the writers really pushed the comparisons between the two of them, specifically. (Even though Dick was pretty similar, as going against Batman's orders is the Robin thing to do, it's not his shoes Tim is directly filling.) So making Tim's "debut" story arc mirror Jason's "swansong" is an obvious narrative choice.
To drive home the parallels, I wanted to include this panel from just a few pages prior to the "daydream":
Batman vol. 1 #456 (Nov., 1990) -- Page 9
"The suit is magic."
That so distressingly close to Jason's famous "being Robin gives me magic" line (Batman #385, page 6). Given all the previous context, it's hard for me to just dismiss it as pure coincidence. Even if it is, the point still stands. Tim is shown having the some of the same heartbreakingly naive views as Jason once did, right in front of Jason's memorial, just as he's about to go and run off into the night against orders.
I think that speaks for itself. There's a lot to take away from it, if you so choose. Especially given the context of that specific Jason arc.
Alright, back to the main course:
So in the end, Tim actually goes out in civvies and a ski mask because if he fails, then at least he wouldn't bring shame to Robin's legacy™. When he gets fear gassed saving Batman, it's once again both Dick and Jason that he hallucinates encouraging him to push past his fear. (Shout out to the fact that he's literally more afraid of tarnishing the legacy of Batman & Robin than he is of dying.... I'm sure this will not be a recurring thing for him in the future.)
Tim's ideology is shown to be similar to Jason's, and the actions Tim ultimately takes are similar to Jason's... but the outcome is different. And it really isn't just "Tim succeeded where Jason failed." At least, that's not what I took away from this. Rather, Tim had no reason to succeed any more than he had to fail, just that he did. Luck combined with caution because he knew what happened to his predecessor, and the fact that Batman was there to finish the job all made the difference.
You could say (and I know some will) that it's just classic Jason character assassination and the writers trying to implore readers that this new kid is different we promise pls don't hate us look how much better he is! But in this case, that feels like it undermines the whole point of this story. It doesn't fit with what the characters actually say.
Thus, we return to the question of how Tim felt towards his predecessor. And the answer is different from where we started, because Tim is different. Not that different though. Because even though at this point Tim—like all the adults around him—has probably attributed Jason "going off on his own" being what led to his death, Tim still thought of him as a hero to look up to. It's about Robin, first and foremost, yes. But Tim is fully aware of the people who made that suit mean what it does, because it's all intertwined.
Batman vol. 1 #457 (Dec., 1990) -- Page 20
"I mean--Dick made it into a symbol the whole world knows. Jason gave his life for it."
Even further, Tim thinks of it in terms of Jason having given his life for what he believed in, for the legacy that now falls to Tim. There's a sense of gravitas there. He's afraid of failing both the Robins who came before him.
Ultimately do I think Tim adored and loved Jason on the same level as Dick or something? No. It's not comparable. (Dick was like part of some of Tim's earliest memories and everything! They have a really unique bond ok.) Yet Tim was also far from thinking poorly of Jason so early on. Frankly, it seems that Tim thought of Jason as a noble hero and a cautionary tale. Yes he took risks and sometimes went too far, generally stuff that Tim doesn't want to repeat and all that. At the same time, Tim still saw him as someone whose legacy and memory was worth honoring.
It's complicated, which is why I like it so much—because it feels real. Having conflicting feelings towards someone is... so human. Especially someone you never got to know, yet who plays such an integral role in your life via the shadow of their death. How can you feel anything but complicated towards them?
It has to be said that, yes, Tim's views—even before Jason's return—change over the years. He becomes more jaded as a person and is surrounded by people who are even more jaded than him... and who often mention Jason as the "failed Robin." It's something that's hung over Tim's head all the damn time. The curse of the Robin mantle.
So it shouldn't come as a surprise that Tim's idea of him becomes more akin to "sounds like a skill issue" as the years go by. All bets are off after Jason's return, and the Titans Tower Incident™. At that point it's firmly "I am better than you, loser" lmao.
And... that's all without getting too into things like authorial intent and general "moods" of different DC writers towards Jason at a given point. Or retcons that played a role in his characterization and how other characters talk about him, depending on what "era" you're reading. That's way beyond the scope of this post though!
TLDR; even though young Tim Drake was obsessed with Dick Grayson as Robin, he still looked up to Jason Todd as well. He didn't think of Jason as a cringefail loser until later. :)
(image dialogue transcripts under cut ↓)
Dialogue Transcript for Image 1 (Detective Comics vol. 1 #618 -- Page 1):
Narration box (Tim): When Gotham needed him, he was there. When the Batman needed him, he was there. He was a hero.
Dialogue Transcript for Image 2 (Detective Comics vol. 1 #618 -- Page 2):
(Scene continued from previous page)
Narration box: But he was nothing special, really. Just a boy, who was taught--trained--brought to his full potential by someone who knew how. Just a boy... like me. I know I can do it. I know I can. One day I'll be as good as Jason. One day I'll wear the suit. One day I'll be a hero.
Dialogue Transcript for Image 3 (Batman vol. 1 #455 -- Page 13):
Tim: I hate him! I hate him! I know why they do it now. Why they put on the suits, and the masks, and go out into the night. They're angry. Full of rage. They want to hit back. They want to fill the hole that's burning inside them.
Bruce: There's more to it than that, son. Much more.
Tim: I know. It's just--I feel--like going to Haiti myself and strangling that creep with my bare hands!
Bruce: The Obeah Man will spend the rest of his life in a prison hospital. He's history. Forget him! But don't fight against your anger. It's natural. Accept it. Live with it. One day it'll be your friend.
Dialogue Transcript for Image 4 (Batman vol. 1 #455 -- Panels from page 18):
Tim: Because you think my mother's death has upset me too much. Well, it did. But I've taken your words to heart. I can cope. You think my anger will boil over, the way Jason's did. I can assure you, it won't. But that doesn't make any difference, does it? Why can't you have a little faith in me?
Dialogue Transcript for Image 5 (Batman vol. 1 #456 -- Page 14):
Narration box (Tim): Blast it! My head's starting to swim. I'm about ready to give up. I almost wish I'd never heard of Batman and Robin!
Vision Dick: Heroes never give up, Tim.
Vision Jason: You know that.
Tim: Dick--! Jason Todd!
Vision Dick: You're training to fight in a war, Tim. It'll last all your life. No matter what, you have to go on fighting.
Vision Jason: Drop-outs don't make it. And dead heroes are no use to anyone! I thought I knew better than Batman. I thought I could run before I could walk. I killed myself, Tim. Because I couldn't wait. Because I couldn't think it through.
Dialogue Transcript for Image 6 (Batman vol. 1 #456 -- Page 15):
(Scene continued from previous page)
Vision Dick: Think, Tim. Concentrate!
Vision Jason: You can do it.
Both: You can do it!
Tim, waking up: What--? Robin...?
Narration box (Tim): I must have been daydreaming. They're right, though. There's a solution to everything. I can find it! So here I go again... Whim. Caprice. Doing something without forethought.
Dialogue Transcript for Image 7 (Batman vol. 1 #456 -- Panel from page 9):
Narration box (Tim): The suit is magic. It gives you power. It hides your weakness. It makes you give it everything you've got. It makes you a hero. If only I could!
Dialogue Transcript for Image 8 (Batman vol. 1 #457 -- Page 20):
Bruce: Are you afraid of it?
Tim: No. It isn't fear. It's more... the suit carries so much history. I mean--Dick made it into a symbol the whole world knows. Jason gave his life for it. Failing them--what they fought so hard to build--that's what worries me!
Bruce: I appreciate that, Tim. That costume weighs a whole lot more than any symbol should... and I'd be failing you if I expected you to bear that weight. So... let me know what you think.
Narration box: A mask has a double edged, he said. It hides your own anxiety as it strikes fear into your enemy.
#tim drake#jason todd#dcu#dc comcis#batfamily#meta#I'm so sorry this post got out of hand fr#it was meant to be a quick drabble with some comic panels and instead i just...... kept going#this post is specifically for my one (1) bestie who cares and the like 2 ppl who might be as insane as me about Timmy#idk why I'm like this im just obsessed with Tim's relationship with early Batfam & co lately???#late 80 and early 90s comics my beloveds......#anyway if this gets more than 5 notes i'll be shocked and scared lol#nyerus.txt#text post#long post
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Okay so it’s like way to late for me rn but I had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while but I can’t wright angst to save my life soooooooo….. I guess I’ll put it here! (Maybe someone else can take this half baked idea and run with it)
So it’s like your typical Justice League Kidnaps the RedHood AU. But like this is early Read Hood. Like the bats don’t know his identity yet early.
Something is happening to make some of the members of the JL act irrationally or maybe some of the members wanna prove themself to what they consider to be a “better more membery member the league” (if I had more sleep I might be able to come up with a better way to fraze it but for now that’s all you’re gonna get from me, brain is running in empty sorry)
Anyways the Redhood is there in the tower for a while, the bats are away for something so are not currently in the tower. The red hood has a bad time there on top of an already bad week so by the time Batman walking into the Watchtower he just sees a kid crying for his dad and goes ballistic.
“Why is there a kid tied up and beat up in a chair?!? We’re supposed to be the good guys here? What’s going on? How could you have possibly thought this was a good idea? Oh my god that is a child!”
And that’s how Bruise finds out his dead child is alive again
Maybe one day I’ll right out a more thought out thought on this idea, though then again I really can’t wright angst satisfactory.
#brucie wayne#red hood#batman#justice league#batman fanfiction#fanfiction idea#watch tower#jason todd#justice league kidnaps red hood#angst#nightwing#batdad#Batman is shocked his team could do such a thing to a child!!#red hood is 17 at the oldest#a child#batfam#batfamily
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