#and also because i headcanon that tim is long sighted simply because it would be funny

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

red robin about to attempt to defuse a bomb: oh no

everyone through coms: what? what’s wrong??

rr: i forgot to put my contacts in..😬

spoiler: what?!

red hood: you’re blind?!

rr: no not blind i’m just long sighted

nightwing: well that’s great! you don’t need to see far isn’t the bomb in front of you?

oracle: oh no that’s not..

rr: it means i can’t see close up

red hood: how does that make any sense

rr: idk i didn’t name it!

spoiler: you can’t just look real hard at it?

rr: what? no?

batman: can u stop arguing and someone go help him before he blows himself and the city block up?

[highonchocolate]

MariBat PlatNov Day 21: New/Changed

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So I have this headcanon that after Miracle Queen, Marinette did become the Guardian, but only after Fu died would the transfer of power be complete. Like, the longer lifespan doesn’t happen for her until he’s dead. That way the blessing transfers from him to her.

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When Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian went to visit their pseudo-sister in Paris, they were not expecting to meet nineteen floating Gods as well. But you know what they say, just keep rolling with the punches and everything will turn out fine. Totally.

“Hey Mme. Cheng! Is Marinette upstairs?” Tim asked politely as they made their way into the bakery. “Hi Tim, Damian, Jason, Dick, it’s lovely to see you again! Yes, Mari’s up in her room. You can go on up, she won’t mind.” The small woman replied, waving a hand towards the back stairs distractedly as she continued ringing up orders. “Tt. Let’s not waste any time with these fools.” Damian scoffed, indicating the customers around them. “Let’s just head upstairs.” Dick beamed down at him. “Is that your way of saying you want to go see her, Dami?” The younger boy simply scoffed in response and marched up the stairs. 

“Hi Marine-WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE?!” Jason shouted, nearly throwing himself out of the room upon entering and seeing whatever was inside. “Move out of the way Jason, what are you talking about-FLOATING STUFFED ANIMALS OH MY GOD!” 

“Tood, Grayson, you imbeciles, what are you yammering about?” Damian scoffed, pushing past the two others to see what all the fuss was about. Once he stepped into her room however, he immediately drew his katana and lowered into a fighting stance. “What is the meaning of this?” He hissed, glaring at the floating...things hovering around his sister. Tim was at the back, and too short to see over Jason and Dick’s much taller frames, so he elbowed his way past them to stand beside his younger brother. “Oh wow.” He breathed, staring around the room in awe. “What are they?” He asked, inching closer to a black one in curiosity. “Hey watch it kid!” It snapped, darting nimbly out of the way. “Let Pigtails do her thing!” 

“Pigtails? Oh you mean Marinette?” Tim asked, glancing at the girl in question. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, wearing simple white cotton robes. Her face was blank, eyes closed and unmoving. The only sign that she was alive was the slight rise and fall of her chest.  The air around her seemed to ripple with a strange energy, and they watched as a mahogany symbol began to materialize over the back of her neck, as though it was being written, it’s deep color vivid against her skin. Suddenly, her eyes flew open, the pupils a blinding white, contrasting sharply with their deep black sclera. Shadows seemed to flicker in her unseeing gaze, and the light seemed to fill the room with an unearthly radiance. Dick let out a quiet shriek, and even Damian took a step back at the sight. “What the actual fuck?” Jason whispered, sounding nervous. “What the fucking fuck.” “That’s new.” Tim remarked sarcastically as her eyes reverted to their normal sparkling blue. She made no sign of acknowledging their presence, but they knew she sensed them even as she turned to the floating beings. “Well, it’s done.” She smiled hesitantly up at them, holding out her hands. “The transfer happened, and now there’s no going back.” 

“Okay Mari you need to explain what in the actual hell that was!” Dick burst out, looking panicked. 

“Oh, um, that…” She laughed nervously, hugging herself tightly. “Am I allowed to tell?” 

“Of course you can tell them Marinette! You are the new Guardian after all.” A bright red thing chirped in a strangely high-pitched voice, flying down to pat her on the nose.

“Oh right.” She shifted her gaze to the four of them. “You might want to sit down.”

“Um, so what you just saw was the transfer of Guardianship from my old Master to Me.” She began, looking unsure of herself. “Uh, Guardianship of what exactly?” Tim cut in, looking confused. “Guardianship of the Miraculi, and the Miracle Box.” She answered. Taking in their blank faces, she let out an exhausted sigh. “Okay, let's start this from the beginning….”

~One explanation, two broken noses, and an angry call to Bruce later~

“Well that still doesn’t explain what just happened!” Damian grumbled, pinching his nose to stop the bleeding.  “Yeah! Like what that symbol on your neck was, and why exactly your eyes looked like some color reversal shit.” Jason added, also holding his own nose. “What symbol?” She smirked, showing them her bare neck. “What?!” Dick exclaimed, eyes widening comically at the sight of unblemished skin. “It was right there!” 

“t can’t be seen by anyone but members of the Order. The symbol is their mark, and it basically means that I’m a full-fledged Guardian now.”  Tim narrowed his eyes. “You’re hiding something.”

“What is it?” Damian scowled, looking up at her petulantly “Um, well, I have like two and half times as long a lifetime as you. I can live until I’m 200 years old. Assuming that ya’ know, I don’t get poisoned, or assassinated or whatever. “ She squeaked, fiddling with the ends of her robe. “As long as you aren’t immortal I’m chill.” Jason remarked, relaxing against the side of her chaise. “Don’t be a Ra’s.” Tim laughed, earning a glare from Damian. “You aren’t, like, mad at me or anything? For keeping this from you?” “Nah, you’re fine Mari.” Dick waved a hand nonchalantly. “Just because some things about you changed doesn’t mean your relationship with us has to.” 

“Thank you.” She breathed, tears filling her eyes as she grabbed them in a hug. “Thank you.”

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@maribat-platonic-november

[powerosewaterpuff]

yo ,i remember a post about sort of reverse batfam , between jason and dick , can you do the headcanons about under the red hood please

yes yes yes yes yes and another yes to top it all off. i really really love the idea, and i love under the red hood in general so thank u so much for suggesting this :) like i spent all day brainstorming (probs shoulda been studying but shhhhh) diff headcanons so i’m pretty excited to write it out. also so the timeline with this is a little tight ig?? i really wanted to include tim as bruce’s new sidekick with dick in the middle of his fallout with bruce but again a lil too tight so we’re just gonna have rebellious dick for now and i also haven’t watched death in the family so i’m basing this purely off of under the red hood :) (oh and fuck dick’s hair in the movie oh my god i’m ignoring that it even exists i’m so sorry)

dick is 17 on the cusp of hitting 18 and he’s so fucking sick of batman. every conversation of theirs was leading to a screaming match where each one tries to push their opinion as fact. it was getting messy and soul crushing at this point, and dick hated it. the rising action of it all was dick getting fired from robin, a role he hadn’t even been formally granted by batman yet he felt it in his power to strip him of it. he felt like a pawn in a chess game that gambled his identity and being off of the mind numbing mantra of be better. do better. faster. punch harder. follow orders. be better be better better. and dick was sick of it, so he shed the robin uniform. swallowing it like a bitter pill because he was forced to do so. but nightwing was giving him clarity as of late. the sheer rush, brilliance and exuberance of it all reminded him of when flying was a much simpler task.

however, dick had an annoyingly unwavering loyalty to protecting bruce’s (less batman then bruce. bruce was his father. batman was not. yet nowadays the man himself was forgetting who exactly was the secret identity and who the real person was.) safety and well-being, even if it meant risking another shouting round. so, once dick catches wind of batman’s whereabouts for the night, he decides to help him with Amazo etc., and dick cant help but realize how well they still mesh together when it comes to fighting. the talking part however, did not come naturally anymore. (it used to. it used to be so much easier)

now bruce, is attempting his best to keep dick out of the loop. he knows dick will furious. and dick’s temper is something not many can tame, but bruce would take the risk. he’d rather dick spit on his memory then be dead in his arms (just like jason was, blown to bits when he should’ve been in his room. safe. sleeping after studying for some test not fighting crime with him in the underbelly of Gotham city, or getting dragged along bruce’s self induced fight with the world.)

dick, of course, does not appreciate this and can very easily tell the bruce is trying to get him off the case. dick doesn’t appreciate that in the slightest, and it only makes him want to push more. to fight bruce on every detail and demand he be apart of this because that’s the only way he can get anywhere with him. it was fair to say, that the interrogation with the joker he had to force bruce into taking him too, wasn’t exactly pleasant. he watches, leaning back against the wall as batman has joker by the neck. some part of him hates himself for not being upset about this, like he’s failing his moral code in some way. but he ignores that half, and tries not to feel angry as bruce doesn’t choke joker out like the rat he is. dick wished, in the darkest parts of his mind, that he could burn joker alive, just to watch in vengeful satisfaction that the man who stole his brothers breath wither in pain. ( and watch that fucking laugh die out)

now, the confrontation goes quite similar. except dick is noticing these little things that resemble jason too much it be a coincidence. too much. he knows how jason fights, he’s sparred with him for years and used to spend countless nights in his room trying to emulate his older brothers swift and hard hitting movements in front of his mirror. he always wished he could hit as hard as jason, as dicks strength at the time was his inhuman flexiblity and professional acrobatic skills. now, when he and batman are against the red hood, fuck it doesn’t feel right to dick. it’s all too similar. it wasn’t even the bigger moves that caught his attention but the little moves in stance that screamed at him that it was his brother. he kept shutting the idea down, because if it was possible dick would have made it happen. he would’ve.

dick gets hurt in the aftermath, but bruce must be a fucking comedian if he thinks it’s going to stop him. they get into another argument, bruce talking him down to nothing and dick frustrated that bruce couldn’t see that he’s been doing this for too long to be lectured on it, and that bruce wasn’t atlas. he wasn’t responsible for the world being held up between his two hands. it simmers down to loud silence, like it always does and dick hobbles out. leaning slightly on alfred.

bruce’s hunch is eating him alive. devouring his soul and heart with a satisfying crunch, not sparing crumb. with the revelation that his son could be alive, and the Red Hood of all people, one of the first thoughts that run through his mind is that he could not tell dick. dick could never know, and will never know. it was a hushed promise, one kept inside his chest, locked like all of his unspoken words. it would crush dick, just like it was crushing bruce now. (or maybe it was because if bruce was on the fence about breaking his moral agenda, he knows that dick would hurdle over that fence. he hates that he knows this but he does. dick wears a bleeding heart on his sleeve for his family, especially for jason. this is the same boy that was set on killing zucco all those years ago before jason and him had stopped it.)

(jason’s tasting bitter green as he mulls over why the fuck dick was there. that little idiot was supposed to be at home. safe. not carrying out bruce’s destructive agenda of self proclaimed justice. he didn’t know whether to be mad at bruce or dick. because of course bruce encouraged this shit, eager to force another child soldier into the suit and send him out to die. but God, did it hurt that dick had taken bruce’s side over his even if he didn’t know it was jason. and that stung like a motherfucker. his little brother, whose fond memories were becoming hazed in a cloud of viridecent smoke, had picked bruce’s side. a little part of himself though, shy and hesitant, whispered that he had hurt dick. he had hurt his little brother and he couldn’t justify it no matter how vengeful he was. but he shoved that part aside, trying to ignore its desperate murmurs as they told him that every time he looked at nightwing or whatever the fuck his new name was, he saw his eight year old little brother smiling up at him).

dick knows that bruce thinks he’s covering his tracks well. he is but dick knows bruce, better then bruce thinks he does. so dick is slowly beginning to formulate a hunch of his own, as he spends countless nights rubbing his formerly injured leg and wondering if he really did everything he could’ve to save jason. if there was something he missed. it’s starting to gnaw away at him, until realization settles into his chest after snooping through bruce’s files. then, he’s dashing to get into uniform, giving a breathless and hasty apology to alfred. itsjasonitsjasonitsjasongogogorunrunrun

batman. red hood. bruce. jason. father. son. bruce cannot stomach the vigor in jason’s words and jason’s heart is giving out at the fact that his father won’t do this for him. to end that pathetic excuse of a fucking life, one that’s stolen from so many people, but it still wasn’t up to his moral standards limit. was jason not enough to warrant a sacrifice for the greater good. (was jason’s desperate need to feel safe of that walking nightmare not worthy to overtake any mission)

it happens in a rush. dick is swinging up to the building, the blood pumping through his ears drowning out the screams of his chest. the joker tackles batman as the timer tick tick tick’s away numbingly. suddenly, dick has kicked the joker off and has one hand over his neck while the other smothers itself over his mouth and nose. why didn’t he do this before? why didn’t he kill the thing before? it didn’t even deserve to be called human, so why would any moral standards apply to a human based code. if batman wanted to be the whole representer of pure justice, fine. he could do that. dick wasn’t though. he was going this kill piece of shit then never let go of jason as long as he lived.

suddenly, there’s a pull at the back of dick’s uniform and at the corner of his eye he catches sight of jason being pulled by bruce as well and he’s just about to call out for him when the next thing he knows a blast rockets through his ears and the world goes black.

jason was no where to be found. and bruce ends up having to shove dick into the batmobile before he lunged after the joker, after realizing jason was missing and that the joker was still alive and kicking. the argument that insues? isn’t pretty. in fact it’s their worst. dick had spun around and asked bruce, ‘who are you? batman or bruce? because im not talking to batman, i want to hear why bruce couldn’t do the one thing his son needed! i want to know why bruce thought it was going to be beneficial not to fucking tell me that my brother-Bruce, he’s my brother! that he was alive, because you thought I was gonna pull shit like this? look at that! the exact thing you tried to avoid happened, you know why? because you cannot trust me, and it blew up in your face!’

it goes on. and on. and on. there’s no resolution, or admittance to what happened. bruce simply shuts himself down, stating this wasn’t changing anything. there was a then and a now, one in which bruce harbours enough guilt to crush his shoulders.

there’s a stony resolution in dick’s voice after bruce tells him to get out with more finality to it then he’s ever said it before, when he says, “fine. batman.”

(jason replays it over and over again in his head. the batarang. bruce turning his back to him. the jokers screechy laugh eating at his mind. eruptions of pain from the crowbar. again. again. again. and dick. smothering the joker. a steely resolve in his brothers eyes he never wanted to see but was secretly glad for. it replays like a broken film in his head, cutting and chopping but creaking out the same tune.)

AHHH OK SO i def wanted to do so much more with this ugh but i really wanted it done td so excuse just how unpolished it is, i might go back with some new ideas in it, but i like where i ended it off. this is more or less the ‘detachment’ phase in dick’s relationship with bruce, as hes nearing the end of high school and cannot do this with bruce anymore (oh college is a whooole other ordeal hehe) but i think dick would be better to tim then what he canonically was to jason. (also because dick is totally not on a mission to get his brother back at all costs and fix this family, nope. not at all.), and i think dick just has a lot more anger in this too? and bitterness here ig? just because he had lost his parents, then his brother essentially, and had to deal with being the emotional support to bruce who was falling apart. it’s a heavy load, and dick is absolutely still himself, just when it comes to jason and the joker as well as his family in general, i think he has a lot more anger as well as less control yk? (oh also i have him less in blüdhaven in this lil thing just bc like he’s still in highschool and is in this weird phase with bruce that hes fired etc., but is now yk fully going into the, ‘i’m not speaking to you anymore’ part. SOO THATS IT FOR THAT THANK YALL SO SOOOO MUCH FOR READING UR KINDA ALL THE BEST TBH AND TYSM FOR THE SUGGESTION AGAIN THIS WAS HELLA FUN :)!!

[thelatetimothylawrence]

I never made a mobile-friendly post with my Verses and Rules so... just check under the cut, I guess?

I'll also pin it to be easy to access.

VERSES

Borderlands 3 - After Jackpot

The “default” verse for my roleplay, unless stated otherwise. Thanks to the help of Moxxi and the Vault Hunters, he was able to flee from that golden Jack-shaped prison and try to search a new place where he could start over and finally live his own life, even if having the voice and appearances (and also DNA) of a deceased dictator will not make it easy. To overcome all of this and the traumas he suffered, Timothy will need time…but now he finally has all the time he needs. Free. (small note: for this verse, Tim got a new hand thanks to FL4K building it like they do for their pets)

Tag: #[verse: after jackpot]

Pre-Sequel - Jimothy the Body Double

Basically, a verse that takes place in the Pre-Sequel Era after he got tricked into the surgery, whole body-double/Vault Hunter gig.

Tag: #[verse: jimothy]

Borderlands 2 - Still a Doppelganger

After the events of Pre-Sequel and before the death of Handsome Jack, a sort of AU where he didn’t get sent to the Jackpot and continues acting as a double for Jack. He was branded, dons the mask, and he’s the firts of the doubles…the other double (mostly pocket-watch doubles) consider him being the “favourite” since he’s the first one, but he suffers the same consequences - or probably worse - as the others if he stumbles upon the wrath of Jack. He doesn’t like having to continue being a double, but what other option there is for someone like him?

Tag: #[verse: still a doppelganger]

Post-TPS/early BL2 and after - Timothy the Renegade

Another sort of AU. After the events of TPS and after the branding, Timothy finally finds the courage to flee from Jack and Hyperion. Faking to being busy with some business for Jack on Concordia, he stops by Nurse Nina to get the infamous bomb out of his body and remove the clasps of the mask (the surgeries were irreversible but at least those things where fixable) - paying well to ensure that she’ll never tell that he has been there - and defects on Pandora. The best way to hide something, sometimes is in plain sight. Also, no one would notice someone that keeps his face hidden between all the masked bandits that live on that planet. There, he lives as a bounty hunter and by not staying too long on the same place.

His hair is kept long, in a low ponytail, the scarred face usually his hidden with goggles and a scarf, the voice is changed through a modulator that keeps hidden under the scarf. Tim still has the watch with his diji-jacks, he was able to alter their code so Jack couldn’t use the watch to track him down nor control it, and also made them able to mimic his disguise so they won’t out his identity. No more silly one-liners, their AI was improved after the Elpis’ events.

Tag: #[verse: renegade]

Pre-Canon - Freckled Ginger

Before the Pre-Sequel. Timothy was a simple guy - with ginger hair, freckles and glasses - attempting at completing his college studies while the loan he had to take was keeping him more than broke. But he didn’t want to go back to his family after he insisted to go to that college instead of a community one. He won’t be able to handle the shame of failing, nor having to admit that he has a big debt on his shoulders because he wanted to chase his dream to become a writer.

Tag: #[verse: freckled ginger]

RULES

Basics

I have roleplaying experience, but not on Tumblr

English is not my language, sorry in advance

I’m shit at formatting, but I’ll try my best

Even though my schedule is embarassingly open, I can’t assure to be active often or be able to reply fast because of both timezones (I’m in GMT+1) or because my mental health told me to go fuck myself to take a break for a bit.

Will be roleplaying when I’m on computer, because I hate that the phone keyboard hides almost all the text editor of Tumblr app.

Now the real rules:

I won’t be writing any sexual NSFW content: I’m not comfortable with that.

Any other thing (adult or not) found in the Borderlands universe is fine with me, just don’t make me write the hanky-panky.

As stated before, I’m not good with formatting posts

I don’t have a fixed lenght for replies, but I’ll try to adapt to the other’s style… but I can’t guarantee to be able to write sth lenghty bc of language skills barrier.

There won’t be icons in my replies because I know myself and I’ll end up forgetting to add them quite soon.

I’m not selective currently, I just want to roleplay and have fun. Probably I will not be following back non-rp blogs simply to keep dash & notifications tidy.

OC friendly! I love seeing Borderlands OCs and if you have an about page I’ll surely will be giving it a look!

Multiverse: mainly BL3 post Jackpot DLC, but I’m open to roleplay other timelines and Verses/AUs

About this, if you have any idea for a verse/au feel free to message me to discuss plots and stuff together!

Since it’s Multiverse I guess that it could also be Multiship, but I don’t really care about ship stuff. Let’s see how the plot goes naturally.

No Godmodding but this should be like the basic thing in rp.

Also!

The Timothy that I’ll roleplay will be a mix of Canon and Headcanons, so it could not fit the expecations

Mun is not the Muse: me and Timothy may have a bunch of traits in common, but we are not the same thing. Please keep them separated.

On this note, no OOC drama. I don’t want you drama, nor I care about it. Keep your drama for yourself because I have my share of drama irl: if I’m here I want to have fun and not suffer anxiety/panic attacks because of some shit internet drama.

I’m kinda shy and anxious so I can’t guarantee to be the one initiating the interactions, but I’ll try my best.

[bigfan-fanfic]

New in Town (Martian!Reader Headcanons)

Requested by @acoustickitten​ for Martian Manhunter’s nephew reader who is new to Earth and in a relationship with Tim Drake or the Flash. Look at me go, I’m doin’ both! Hope you like!

First of all, welcome to Earth. We’re pretty crazy here, but hopefully you’ll get used to it

But you have gotten a wonderful welcome.

Everyone’s so nice, and Uncle J’onn says that everyone likes you, and there are some Earth-people here who are very nice-looking, on the inside as well as the outside.

Tim Drake

Batman is the one who gives you the tour of the Watchtower. And he has Tim with him.

Tim is star-struck by you, at least, by your human form.

“Hello,” you say shyly.

“Whoa,” he breathes in reply.

"I apologize. I must not have gotten the word correct. Was that not the standard greeting for humans?”

Tim still can’t get a word out.

Bruce, surprisingly enough, finds it adorable

He offers to give Tim some trademark Bruce-Wayne-the-playboy flirting advice.

Tim is desperate enough to accept.

The next time you see him, he’s dressed to the nines in a fancy fitted suit and his hair is gelled and slicked back and he gives you a flirty wink from across the room before sauntering up to you.

“Greetings, Timothy.” you say, not wanting to make another faux pas.

He gives you a debonair smirk. And then he licks his lips before speaking.

“Hrrrrkkrkrkrrkkr.” he chokes on his own breath.

But finally, he asks you if you’d like to go out with him sometime before he runs off without waiting for an answer.

You ask Diana about this. She told you that she could answer all your questions about Earth behavior, as she has studied it for thousands of years.

She laughs heartily before telling you that Tim has a crush on you - unresolved romantic feelings and a desire for courtship - she explains it simply to you.

“Ohhhhhhhhh. I see now....”

So you find Tim. You’re still not great with Earth culture. They’ve come a long way since the old transmissions your people recieved recently from what they call “the 70s”

But you recall one scene from Hello, Megan! where Megan kissed the boy she liked when he was trying to ask her out.

So you go right up to Tim and put your mouth on his mouth.

It takes you a while to figure out this kissing thing, but it’s quite lovely.

Tim still is taking a play out of the Bruce Wayne Playboy Handbook while he dates you

Rule one: spoil them!

Tim knows from J’onn that Martians have a sweet tooth, so he wisely keeps his coffee to himself.

You are swamped with cheesy Earth goods. Large piles of soft fluff sewed together in an adorable caricature of Earth animals, mainly of the ursine variety. Products derived from ingredients including compounds from the cacao bean such as theobromine, among other things. 

Tim calls them “teddy bears” and “chocolate,” which doesn’t really make sense, but hey, he lives here, he must know.

He takes you to fancy restaurants

He likes it when you shapeshift. One time you shifted into Damian and smiled big for Tim’s Instagram, and Damian can’t deny that he was smiling or it would give too much away.

Tim also likes that you shapeshift to be shorter than him, because he can get a little insecure about height

Since your true form is pretty tall, so it’s a really appreciated gesture.

Barry Allen

Barry was so excited to meet you.

When he met, J’onn, the alien was already quite familiar with Earth

But you are completely new

And he wants to teach you everything

He gives you a bouquet of flowers upon your arrival because Mars doesn’t have enough water for flowers and he wants to show you right off the bat how nice Earth is but not comparing it to Mars in a bad way because he doesn’t want to be rude and is he rambling right now?

Barry gets overexcited - he wants to show you everything.

You’re equally excited - you want to see everything.

Barry takes pictures of everything - your first bird sighting, your first sunset, your first Big Belly Burger, your first coffee, your first hot chocolate (that you got after being disgusted by the coffee)...

He wants to make a slideshow for you. He only realizes later, when looking at the pictures fondly...that he’s developed a wee bit of a crush.

He doesn’t want to pressure you into anything, so he just keeps showing you around

You meet all his friends - Iris loves you, and she knows immediately that Barry’s into you, so she talks him up to you.

“Yeah, Y/N, I work at the news station. I can’t tell you how many times Barry’s helped me with a story, but you already know that, right? How helpful Barry is?” Iris tells you earnestly, glancing at Barry.

“Barry has been very kind and helpful to me. I enjoy his company very much.” you reply.

Barry superspeeds and does a little jig, returning to normal speed before anyone can notice.

It’s the end of your first week on Earth, and Barry has been with you all day showing you new things. You went to your first movie, and you had your first pizza, and now you sit with him in Central City, watching your first sunrise.

And you look at each other, and you lean in, and you have your first kiss...

Barry acts much the same when dating you as being your friend

Except he is so much more physically affectionate

He slows to walk alongside you, touching shoulders.

He’ll randomly kiss you

He likes holding hands with you

He gets to share with you the old movie musicals he and his mom used to watch - Singin’ In the Rain, The Court Jester...

He does not stop you from recreating the Gene Kelly dance moves, but is right there dancing with you

He also freaked out (in a good way) when you shapeshifted into Gene Kelly

He doesn’t mind either way if you like being in your true form or if you prefer your human form - it’s still you, and he loves what’s inside you.

Also, Barry does like to cuddle.

And, being a shapeshifter, the two of you can eat as much as you want and retain amazing physiques, so everyone else is jealous.

“I’m really glad you came here, Y/N... I hope Earth is as good as you hoped it would be.” Barry says one day after giving you a big kiss.

You smile at him. “Oh it is. ...But it’s even better when I’m with you.”

“D’awwww...” he blushes as red as his suit.

[mizmahlia]

What you don’t know, can’t hurt you.

I came across this amazing post about a headcanon (thanks to @blanddcheadcanons for posting such great content!) that Jason’s trip to the Lazarus Put made him immortal, but he doesn’t know it yet. And what you are about to read just sort of... happened.

A minor warning for injury applies; I mention blood a few times, but nothing more than that.

Here’s some more Jason Todd!

The fight raged for well over an hour before the last members of the League of Assassins who were still conscious disappeared into the pre-dawn darkness of Gotham. Tim leaned heavily on his staff, catching his breath while surveying the damage around them. His gaze darted back and forth across the deserted lot, taking a headcount.

He spotted Bruce at the south end of the lot working with Damian to secure several members who were awake, but incapacitated. Bruce was moving a little slower than usual but seemed alright otherwise. Damian was nursing an injured wrist and a bloody lip. He looked up and caught Tim’s eye, smiling tightly at their success, and Tim nodded in return. He had to fight the urge to cringe at the sight of Damian’s blood-stained grin. Hopefully he wasn’t missing any teeth.

Tim straightened and winced at the tightness in his back and shoulders. He’d be sore tomorrow, but he didn’t need stitches and he didn’t have any fractures or a concussion, so he considered that a win. He huffed a relieved sigh as he heard Dick walk up beside him.

“Hey, Red. I rounded up the few who tried to get out the back. You okay?” Dick laid a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, his touch comforting even through all the body armor. Tim nodded.

“Yeah. Batman and Robin are finishing up over there. They both appear to be fine. You might want to check Robin’s left wrist, though. He’s favoring it.” He continued watching Damian, noticing now how he wasn’t using his left arm much.

Dick frowned and looked around.

“Where’s Hood?”

Tim turned and looked at Dick.

“He wasn’t out back with you? I saw him disappear that way right after you did.”

“No, he wasn’t…”

They both turned when they heard someone approaching from behind.

“You guys miss me or something?” Jason was dragging two unconscious League members by their collars. He shouldered past Tim and Dick and dropped them unceremoniously in the middle of the lot. “These two tried to make it to the sewers a few blocks from here.”

Tim noticed the way Jason stood there, with his shoulders stooped and an arm wrapped around his torso. He looked sideways at Dick and their eyes met. Dick nodding slightly.

“You alright, Little Wing?”

Jason’s reply was strained and it immediately set them on edge.

“Been better. But, you know. I’ve also been worse.” He released the catch on his helmet and removed it before dropping it to the ground. The sound caught Bruce’s attention and he came over, Damian just a few steps behind.

“Not the time for death jokes, Hood,” Bruce said. He was working on his gauntlet screen, notifying Alfred to get the med bay ready.

Tim carefully opened Jason’s jacket to see a large patch of red spreading across his abdomen. 

“What the hell happened?”

Before Jason could reply, Dick was standing behind him, lifting his leather jacket away from his lower back. He sucked in a breath and looked back at Bruce.

“We need to get him to Alfred. Now.”

He ducked under Jason’s arm and Tim did the same on the opposite side.

“I tried to tell them I wasn’t a pin cushion, but I don’t think they heard me.” Jason tried to laugh. It came out as a strangled groan.

“You’ve been run through with a sword and you crack jokes? Seriously?” Dick shook his head, trying to walk faster. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I was a little busy at the time. And I knew you’d find it, you mother hen.” Jason’s voice was a whisper at that point, full of equal parts pain and humor.

Tim just shook his head, his sore back protesting the weight of Jason’s frame.

“Let’s just get you to the car.”

Back in the med bay, Dick was tending to Damian and Tim was sitting in an ice bath. The three of them kept looking over at the curtain around the surgical table on which Jason lay. Alfred had banned them all from assisting, but Bruce ignored the order and helped when he could, starting IV’s for blood transfusions and saline, handing Alfred instruments and reading back vital signs.

“How’s he doing?” Bruce looked from Jason’s face to Alfred’s, looking for signs Alfred was nervous. There were none, much to his relief, but there were frown lines between his brows. “Alfred?”

Alfred shook his head and finished another set of sutures. He nodded to another packet of suture and Bruce handed it to him, carefully opening it and exposing the end of the synthetic thread.

“Master Jason was extremely lucky, sir. No major organs were pierced by the blade, but based on blood loss alone?” He shook his head again and finished another neat line of sutures. He didn’t anything for a moment, instead focusing on closing the last layer of Jason’s wound.

“Sir, as much it pains me to say, this young man should be dead,” Alfred said quietly and looked up at Bruce, maintaining eye contact. “And it’s not the first time I’ve had that thought as of late.”

Bruce didn’t say a word as he looked down at Jason’s face. He was so pale when they brought him in, but after Alfred managed to stop the bleeding and they got the transfusion started, his color improved almost immediately.

Too quickly, he thought. Much too quickly, despite his size and blood volume.

Alfred finished covering the wound with clean gauze, gently taping it in place. He removed his gloves and tenderly ran his fingers through Jason’s hair.

“Master Bruce,” he began, softly so they wouldn’t be overheard. “If there’s something you aren’t telling me about Jason’s health, I wish you would consider sharing it.”

Bruce glanced through a gap in the curtains, noticing Tim and Dick now standing just outside them.

“Jason will be fine, boys. Alfred’s finished closing the wounds. Would you two go prep a bed for him?”

Tim sighed at Bruce’s not at all subtle attempt to get them to disappear. Dick wrapped an arm around his shoulders and steered him away, saying something about a warm blanket and something to eat. Dick looked over Tim’s shoulder and back at Bruce, an eyebrow raised, but he said nothing. Bruce simply shook his head and waited until they were out of earshot.

“There’s something different about Jason’s ability to heal, Alfred. It’s..”

“Accelerated,” Alfred finished for him. “This is the third time I’ve treated him in as many months, and no matter the injury, it’s never as grave as it should be and he recovers days or weeks ahead of schedule. What would seriously injure or kill any one of you has nowhere near the same effect on Master Jason.”

Bruce nodded.

“I know. And I don’t think it’s as simple as he’s healing faster.” He looked up at the nearly empty bag of blood and turned off the drip for it, leaving only the saline drip to finish.

“The injuries he’s had lately, this one especially. I don’t think it would have killed him.”

Alfred’s face registered a rare look of surprise.

“Master Bruce, he lost over…”

“I know, but think of how he came back. The Lazarus Pit revived him, and look how long it kept Ra’s alive. I don’t think Jason’s rapid healing is what’s to blame here.”

“You don’t think…”

“You said it yourself. These injuries lately should have killed him. The only reason they haven’t isn’t because you treated him. You only minimized the damage his body had to repair.”

Alfred tried to speak and Bruce held up a hand.

“I don’t think he can die, Alfred.”

Bruce and Alfred looked at each other and then down at Jason. Bruce lowered his voice even further.

“And I don’t think Jason is aware of that yet.”

[unavenged-robin]

hi! i've never read any comics but i love the batfam and i wanted to start. which comics would you suggest? thanks! c:

Uuuh, that’s a little bit complicate, so let’s compromise. Here you can find a good timeline and here a lot of reading order lists (even by character) from people who know a lot more about comics than me, and under the cut I’ll tell you my favorites (from now on The Good Shit™) in some kind of chronological order.

Note #1: I didn’t read a lot of the comics published before the 90s (I’m already short-sighted and old comic’s lettering is an attack on my eyes), and in here I’ve only put up the strictly batfam-titles.

Note #2: technically, N52 was made so that people could start from there. I disagree whole-heartedly because most of my favorite batfam-interaction are in post Crisis but whatever.

Note #3: I probably forgot to mention A LOT of comics but I believe this list is already long enough for starting.

Post Crisis/Pre-N52

Batman: The Long Halloween and Batman: Dark Victory are the recommended starting points for Batman everywhere and I agree because I love both of them so, so much. They’re good and enjoyable and the art is both cute and gloomy at the same time.

Robin: Year One and Batgirl: Year One are also favorites of mine because of the art and because Barbara is A+++ badass since the start and why would you not read about her shit-talking Batman and Robin?

Nightwing: Year One has some of the cutest Dick&Robin!Jason moments, so you want to read that too, trust me.

To go on with Barbara and find out how she becomes Oracle: The Killing Joke and then Dixon’s and Simone’s Birds of Prey run. I’m still working my way through it but so far Good Shit™, my friend. For Dick: Dixon’s Nightwing run is pretty long and has all the Dick you need (it’s also half good and half bad, tbh).

Then if you want you can read A Death in the Family (where Jason dies, not to be confused with Death of the family that comes much later in N52) and A Lonely Place of Dying (where Tim’s introduced) but don’t expect too much from them and keep in mind that when they were written the sensitivity of the readers was very different from nowadays.

Batman: No Man’s Land is a very long crossover and it’s simply Good Shit™ with a lot of batfamily interaction. You’ll find Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Barbara, Tim, Helena and Cass in here. It’s like, 5 volumes, but it’s worth it.

If you love Cassandra Cain (and why wouldn’t you love her) then the next step is her Batgirl run (there’s a lot of Barbara too. She’s basically Cass’ mum). It’s beautiful. Becomes a little shitty towards the end but still. This is where all the headcanons about Cass being Bruce’s favorite child come from (it’s totally canon)

Batman: Hush, Batman: Under the Red Hood and Red Hood: The lost days bring Jason back to the fold. I love Hush, I have some problem with UTRH and RHTLD is problematic on his own, still, those are the only Jason-related comics I would recommend you until Red Hood and the Outlaws.

Enter Damian! Do yourself a favor and avoid Batman and Son where Damian is introduced and skip directly to The Resurrection of Ra’s Al Ghul, where you’ll find some fine Dick&Tim&Damian content and then, if you didn’t go with the Nightwing’s run yet, I’d recommend at least Nightwing: Freefall and Nightwing: the Great Leap (oh, and Batman: Long Shadows) before Morrison’s Batman&Robin Reborn, Batman&Robin: Batman VS Robin, Batman&Robin: Batman&Robin Must Die and Batman&Robin: Dark Knight VS White Knight where Dick is Batman and Damian his Robin (look at me crying) (the last volume is my favorite. Good, Good Shit™). Batman: Streets of Gotham is another favorite of mine, especially the second volume, Leviathan.

Do me a favor and also read Miller’s Batgirl with Stephanie Brown. She deserves all the love and Barbara is flawless in here too (but she’s flawless everywhere, who are we kidding). Plus, Steph and Damian have the cutest moments.

I’m guilty of not having read all that much about Tim, so I can only recommend you Red Robin. What I know for sure is that N52 and Rebirth Tim are not good Tims.

New 52

Not my favorite, and of some comics I’ve only read bits here and there so I’ll only recommend you the ones I really love:

Tomasi’s Batman&Robin is THE GOOD SHIT. Seriously. This is where you go for dad Bruce and good Damian content, even if Robin: Son of Batman is hands down the best Damian comic (I recommend that too, obviously).

Seeley’s Grayson is where Dick goes all James Bond-y on us. Good Shit™.

Robin War is a crossover with all the Robins and is, as you can guess, Good Shit™ too.

Red Hood and The Outlaws: admittedly the last volumes are not so good. Still I love my beautiful OT3.

Batwoman: Elegy and the whole Batwoman run because Kate Kane deserves more love.

Rebirth

I’m so behind with current comics it’s not even funny, but still:

Seeley’s Nightwing run for the Damian&Dick content we all need and deserve.

Super Sons because Damian deserves all the love.

Red Hood and The Outlaws with a new trio made out of everything that’s pure and good (and angst) in this world.

King’s Batman has some ups and downs but also a lot of family interaction so I’d thrown it in the mix too.

Dark Nights Metal is the wtf, but Gotham Resistance is probably the only crossover I’ve enjoyed so far (because of the Dick&Damian moments, I’ll admit it. The flash is weak, okay?)

Last note: you can check my tag comics rec for more comics recommendation from more organized people.

[chibinightowl]

A Man Walks Into a Saloon

@charcoal-soul, your little head cinemas are going to be the death of me.  

For those who aren’t privy to these little headcanons, welcome to the Wild West where Bruce is the town Sheriff, Dick is his secret deputy who really has too much fun wearing a skirt, and Stephanie runs the local saloon. 

I could be persuaded to continue this. We’ll see.

~*~*~*~

Dick is a performer, through and through. It’s in his blood, is part of the very essence of who he is. But just because he’s on stage dancing his heart out in men’s burlesque show in front of a crowd of rowdy customers doesn’t mean he’s not paying attention to what’s going on around him. Bruce trained him better than that.

Not that anyone knows he’s a deputy for the wily sheriff. Much of his work here at Stephanie’s saloon is just that. Work. Bartending and running tables when he’s not on stage or rehearsing, but through it all, he keeps an eagle eye out for folks who just don’t look like they belong here. He’s gotten to a point where it’s practically a sixth sense.

And that sense is screaming at him as his blue gaze lands on the tall man who strides into the saloon and takes a seat at the bar. He looks road weary and dusty like most do in these parts, as does his companion, an equally tall woman with fiery locks barely contained in her long braid. Normally his attention would be on the redhead, especially since she’s dressed in men’s clothes rather than the divided riding skirt that’s more common in these parts, but Dick keeps going back to her dark-haired companion. There’s just something about him that sends a tingle down his spine.

This warrants further investigation.

But first, there’s a show to finish.

When he and the other men are done, they hop off stage and work the crowd. Or rather, Dick works the crowd while the others run off and change. While they’re all part of the entertainment, he’s the only one as comfortable in women’s clothing as he is men’s. And that means more tips and more attention for him. Dick has no problems playing both sides of the fence and Stephanie knows he’s more than capable of taking care of himself if someone gets too handsy.

One less thing for the saloon owner to worry about.

Dick slowly makes his way to the bar, stopping here and there as he does to chat. One woman even stopped him to ask where he found the rich blue silk that stands out so vibrantly against the black of his skirt.

“Had it special ordered from St. Louis,” he says, twirling around so she could see the full effect of it. “No offense to Mr. Pennyworth, but this just ain’t something he keeps in stock down at the general store.”

“It sure isn’t,” she agreed, her eyes lingering not only on the silk, but also on the ribbed corset in matching colors going up his waist.

Dick grins and winks at her as he walks off. The corset is strictly for show, as is the little bolero jacket he wears over it. His best friend Wally often teases him for how he looks in costumes like this, but to him, it’s all part of the act. Stephanie doesn’t care what he wears as long as it brings in customers, so he’s allowed free rein.

As he approaches the bar, he can’t help but like what he sees and wonders if maybe the shiver earlier was simply him picking up on the gorgeous hunk of a man sitting there. From behind, all he can see is broad shoulders, well muscled arms, and a solid trunk of a torso. The man’s jacket falls over the back of the barstool so Dick can’t make out the rest of the package, but so far, things look promising. Time for a closer inspection.

The stool on the man’s right is open, so Dick flops down with a flourish of silk and lace. “Hey, Steph! Got anything you’d think I like?” he calls out to the busy bartender/owner. The blonde woman knows better than to give him too much alcohol after a show (especially since he has another set in an hour) but dancing and flirting is thirsty work.

“Honey, you like it all,” she replies, dropping a pint of beer in front of him. “Try not to have too much fun in that new skirt of yours.” Steph winks and bustles off, her own purple and black striped dress looking fantastic on her. He’d ordered the silk for hers along with his own.

Dick salutes her with his glass. Turning, he looks at the two strangers and instantly, his heart starts beating harder. The woman is stunning, but the man…he can’t find words to describe him. His face looks like something out of one of Tim’s history books, the ones about Ancient Rome or Greece.

Time to turn his flirting up a notch.

“Hello, stranger,” Dick says with a saucy smile and runs a gloved hand over the smooth fabric of his skirt, outlining his thigh in the process. He picks up his beer and takes a sip, eyeing the man over the rim. The man is dressed for traveling, his dark brown leather jacket shiny with age. A dusty cowboy hat rests on the bar next to an empty shot glass and a mostly full glass of beer. “You must be new in town,” he offers with a wink. “I’d never forget a face like yours.”

The man honest to god blushes. Dick wants to crow in delight as red stains his cheeks.

“Yeah, Arty and I are just passin’ through.” The man replies as he tries for casual, even running an awkward hand through his black hair while his companion laughs boisterously. He’s young, probably around Dick’s age, but he’s got a white streak in his hair that’s rather eye-catching.

“Jay, I swear you always act like this whenever anyone hits on you.” The woman, Arty, slaps him hard on the shoulder. She catches Dick’s amused eyes. “Don’t let the blush fool you. He’s had his eye on you since we first walked in.”

Jay groans and gives Arty a good-natured shove. “Shut it.”

Dick laughs because this is just too much fun. “If it’s any consolation, I have too.” He takes another swig of beer and holds out his hand. “I’m Dick.”

The man accepts it and grips it firmly. “Jason, but I go by Jay more often than not.”

Dick reaches across Jason to shake Arty’s hand too. She also has a very firm grip. “Artemis. Only yahoos like Jay get away with Arty.”

“Noted. So, what brings you two into town?” Dick settles in for some small talk. He’s got the time but maybe if he plays his cards right, he won’t be crashing into an empty bed tonight. It’s rare that someone gets him this interested this fast, but hopefully Jason won’t be like the others.

He has a tendency to be attracted to the wrong type, usually with questionable appreciation for the law. Wally and Tim both joke about his poor taste, but Dick only has to remind them that they’re both single and to shut up, that at least he gets laid on occasion. Stephanie doesn’t run a brothel, no sirree, but she doesn’t care (much) what her employees do in their off time.

“Like I said, we’re just passin’ through,” Jason replies easily as he sips at his beer. “Wanna try and get to Colorado Springs before the end of the month. Heard tell there’s gonna be some hirin’ down there for some merchant trains and we could use the work.”

Before Dick can probe further, there’s a commotion over by the main entrance. Shouts ring out and Stephanie reaches under the bar for her shotgun.

“You assholes take it outside!” she shrieks loudly and pumps the shotgun for emphasis. “Now, before I blow someone’s hand off!”

Dick doesn’t even realize he’s stood and sits back down, but as he does, he catches sight of Jason lowering his jacket back over the gun on his belt. The stock on the revolver is inlaid with pearl. That’s an unusual sight and one that doesn’t exactly fit with the poor cowboy image the man is trying to portray.

Something isn’t right here.

He starts talking with Jason and Artemis again, casually flirting and enjoying the crap out of the blushes he gets from the other man. Soon enough, his hour is up and it’s time to get ready for his next show. As he stands, Dick runs a gloved hand over Jason’s lightly stubbled cheek. “Keep your eyes on me,” he whispers and leans in to plant a kiss where his hand just was. Jason looks startled, his deep blue eyes wide as he blushes again.

Artemis laughs raucously as Dick walks away, making sure to put an extra sway in his step.

Jason is seriously cute and Dick really wants to find out how far down his neck the man’s blush goes, but he’s still bothered by the sense that something is off about him. He’s halfway through the next set when he figures it out. Only years of performing keep him upright and in character.

The man sitting at the bar is the Red Hood.

Bruce had shown him the new wanted posters that arrived with this morning’s post. The sketch doesn’t do the man justice at all, especially since he always wears a red bandana over the lower half of his face and the brim of his black cowboy hat pulled low, but the sketch did mention his deep blue eyes.

Some additional information about him was passed along only to law enforcement, which Bruce shared with him as well. Like the pearl gripped revolver and the fact that his accomplice is suspected to be a woman. Dick remembers the poster for Artemis being even more vague as she wears a full wrap of faded red around her face and head, leaving only her eyes bare, probably to conceal her feminine features and that massive amount of red hair.

The pair are wanted in conjunction with over a dozen robberies in the last year. Almost no one is ever seriously hurt but one man was killed when he tried chasing after them. He’d been shot in the shoulder and the impact sent him flying off his horse where he then landed wrong and broke his neck. Accidental to be sure, but murder is murder.

Dick wants to groan in frustration as he kicks up his legs and dances around the stage. Why does this always happen to him? It’s like he’s one of those magnets that attracts trouble rather than iron shavings.

But he remembers Jason’s blush as he flirted with him and how sweet he is, even while telling Artemis off for ordering a third beer. This can’t be the same person that has a $500 reward for his capture.

Additional verification needs to be done first. After all, the sketches for the Red Hood Bandits are iffy at best.

It doesn’t take long for Dick to rejoin Jason and Artemis after his last performance. Stephanie drops off another beer for him, which he downs quickly. “Care to take a walk, Jay?” he asks with a wink. “I could use some fresh air.”

Artemis all but pushes Jason off his barstool. “You do too. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Jason curses and mutters something that Dick doesn’t quite catch, but has his companion laughing uproariously as she slaps his hat on his head and shoves him towards the door.

Outside, the night air is cool against Dick’s flushed skin and he welcomes the change in temperature as he and Jason stroll down the wooden sidewalk. Jason’s heavy boots jingle slightly as they walk from his spurs. He awkwardly holds out his arm for Dick, who can’t help but laugh lightly at him. “I am a guy, you know. I just wear women’s clothing because it’s fun.”

“Well, my ma beat it inta me ta always offer my arm to a lady and since the one I travel with never wears a skirt…” Jason’s lips quirk in amusement.

“I accept then,” Dick replies and takes his arm. The man is taller than him but not by much. Warm too, but in a good way.

They stroll for a little ways before Jason speaks up again. “Ya know, wanderin’ off with strange men may not be the smartest thing for someone like you ta be doin’.”

Dick waves off the warning. “Thanks, but I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“That so?” In the faint light from the moon, Dick catches a glint in Jason’s eyes.

Challenge accepted.

Before Jason can react, Dick has him firmly pressed against a wall, out of sight of the street and one of his secreted knives pressed lightly against his throat. “I grew up in a circus,” he breathes into the other man’s throat. “Learned a few other things besides how to put on makeup, kick up my heels, and look fabulous in a dress.”

“I see that,” Jason replies carefully, not moving in the slightest against Dick’s body, which he thinks is a crying shame. “So what now? You gonna rob me?”

Dicks smiles into the warm skin and presses his lips firmly against Jason’s fluttering pulse. “I can think of one thing I want to steal from you.”

“What’s that?”

“This.” Dick slides the knife back into his skirt and presses even more against Jason, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. The man gasps into it, startled, but then lets out one of the sweetest moans he has ever had the privilege to hear.

Oh, good lord. If Jason is the Red Hood, boy is Dick ever screwed.