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Jason Todd headmate supplies!

A pack of supplies based on Jason Todd from DC.

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Kill Your Heroes - AWOLNATION

Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

Beautiful Boy - John Lennon

DEATH - Melanie Martinez

death bed (coffee for your head) - Powfu

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Anxiety - Doechii

Gives You Hell - The All-American Rejects

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[fictive-culture]

source call for dc? specifically characters related to batman/batfamily. im a damian wayne fictive :)

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[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Four Days, Tim? Again? Really? (DC Batfam Fic)

(Summary: Tim's not sleeping. His brothers intervene.) ---

Tim opened the fridge with the practiced ease of someone who had long since memorized the layout of his kitchen. He reached for an energy drink—something to power him through the inevitable late-night work he’d be buried under soon enough.

"Hey Timmers," Jason called from the doorway, his voice light, but with that familiar edge of mischief.

Tim, without turning around, responded in his usual dry tone. "Hy J'sin."

Jason’s footsteps clicked closer, his eyes narrowed "What's the date and time right now?"

Tim squinted at the fridge’s little clock. "Mmm... last I checked, it was January 5, half-past ten PM," he muttered, taking the drink out and twisting off the cap.

Jaso paused, eyes widening, before he raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, his eyes glinting with the kind of amusement that usually spelled trouble. "Baby bird. Today's January 9."

The moment Jason said it, Tim froze, hand still gripping the half-empty energy drink can like a lifeline. His brain stuttered, calculating furiously. January 9. Four days. Four days or more of no sleep for, and—oh no, Dick was yelling.

"Get him!"

Tim's survival instincts kicked in.

Dropping the can, he spun on his heel and bolted, barely ducking the net Damian flung at him (Where did he get that?). The mesh hit the fridge with a clang and slid down uselessly.

"You're going to pay for that!" Alfred's voice rang out faintly from the next room, but it was already too late for warnings.

"Tim, stop running and go to bed!" Dick yelled as he vaulted over the counter.

"Absolutely not! I still have work!" Tim shouted back, skidding around the corner and making a beeline for the staircase. He didn't even know where he was going—he just knew he couldn't let them catch him.

Jason, however, had the predatory instincts of a bloodhound. He cut off Tim’s escape route by vaulting over the banister and landing squarely in front of the staircase.

Tim barely managed to skid to a halt.

"Whoa, hey, let's talk this out—" Tim started, but Jason’s smirk was already in place.

"Four days, Replacement. Four days -or maybe more- you’ve been up without a single nap. You think you're getting out of this?"

Jason lunged, but Tim, used to escaping his big brothers, ducked under his arms and bolted back toward the kitchen.

“DRAKE!” Damian yelled, already giving chase again.

Tim glanced over his shoulder and regretted it immediately. Damian had discarded the net and was brandishing a bola instead.

“Why do you even have that?!” Tim screeched, diving behind the couch.

“For moments like this, obviously!”

Duke walked in, and frowned. He caught Alfred's look and quickly locked the doors and windows leading outside. Then he joined the chase. With his phone camera.

“Guys, c’mon, it’s not that big a deal!” Tim yelled, already scrambling toward the hallway.

“Not a big deal?” Dick’s voice was closer now. “Tim, you passed out standing twice last month! This intervention is happening whether you like it or not!”

Tim didn’t have time to argue before Jason caught grabbed him by the back of his hoodie and hauled him into the air. He kicked his legs uselessly, trying to wiggle free.

“Jason! C’mon! Let’s be reasonable here—”

Jason’s laugh was dark and smug. “You’ve been running on caffeine and spite for four days or more, and now it’s time for your crash. Literally.”

“Put me down!” Tim shrieked, flailing like a cat being carried to the bathtub.

“Oh, I’ll put you down,” Jason said, unbothered. “Right into bed.”

Tim twisted to look at Damian, who had stopped at Jason’s side, smugly crossing his arms. “Damian, help me!”

“Tt. I am helping. I’m ensuring you stop disgracing yourself with this pathetic self-neglect.”

Duke caught up and shook his head. "I'm with Damian and Jason on this one. Sorry, Tim."

Dick appeared a second later, out of breath but victorious. “We’ve got him. Let’s move.”

“Guys,” Tim pleaded, as Jason threw him over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “C’mon, I have stuff to do! You don’t understand—”

“Oh, we understand,” Dick interrupted, cutting him off. “You’re gonna take a nap, and then we’ll talk about what’s so important it was worth shaving years off your lifespan.”

Tim groaned as Jason carried him up the stairs, Duke, Damian and Dick trailing behind. He knew there was no getting out of this.

“Traitors, all of you,” Tim muttered.

Jason snorted. “You’ll thank us after a twelve-hour nap, Timmers.”

As Jason dumped him unceremoniously onto his bed and Dick practically tucked him in like a disapproving mother hen (Well, more like a worried big brother), Tim realized there was no escape.

Damian stood at the foot of the bed, smug and victorious. Duke stacked up the case files on the desk and kicked the files on the bed off the bed.

The last thing Tim saw before his exhaustion overtook him was Jason taping a sticky note to his nightstand.

When he woke hours later, bleary-eyed but undeniably well-rested, he spotted the note.

"Sleep or die, Replacement. Love, your idiot brothers.

And next time, we're gonna tell Dad and have him catch you. And don't we all know that the big Bat can catch a Robin."

[saintpallis]

hi the friend (me) is back /silly can we have a doodle w the silly birb sibs dick grayson, jason todd and tim drake for, well, said ppl in our sys?

- theatre

Yayyy theatre!!! Here ya go, enjoy the birdies!

[musix-finderz]

One for a Jason Todd? (Spotify preferred.) Not big on rap music, other than that surprise me.

Here u go!!!!! Hope u like :D

[sunnycanwrite]

you need a sibling? Boom you got one, it's me. What you can expect is:

Poorly singing Oh my darlin, Clementine while you try to sleep

Randomly throwing shit at you and promptly leaving

Asking the same question three times, because I need confirmation

My tea obsession

Making you buy me food with gluten in it even though it won't end well

i can't drive, so suffer

Batman obbesion

Calling you twenty times a day, no warning.

[ofcrobincore]

ℛ ⨾ 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙮 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙨, 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙣!

───〃★ A blog by the the robin (batkids) fictives of the lovesick system, @mochiiikko

[yorpayar]

this is all just members of my system . doing the exact same things /silly

part 2 of batfam headcanons! and a bonus Kon ‘cause he’s literally me

thank you so much for everyone that interacted <3 i love drawing these little guys

[damianwayn34]

It’s hard finding sourcemates that actually remember you I’ve talked to so many who just have no clue who I am

[mirouvrse]

The thing is. I don't even SEE the batfam as a genuine like fam. More a found family trope, but so many people are like 'you are terrible people!! Proship!! Proship!! Aaaaa!' I went 'ok i'll consider myself proship then'

[garpen]

your batfam twitter posts are amazing bc we (batkids + steph & kon fictives) will read these and its so funny

for example, today reading the most recent part, tim starting beating jason up because he keeps making jokes (this is amusing and i regret nothing)

As Tim should 😌 Good for him

[caffineandpaperwork]

I dont have brothers first of all second of all you asked a question, I answered.

The TV channel's taken over by the joker!

Today at 12:30 am, The joker took over the TV channels to announce bombing of several different locations inside Gotham.

Thankfully, our vigilantes were able to locate 3 of the bombs. One in Gotham City hospital, one in the orphanage funded by the Gotham church and one inside Wayne industries.

Unfortunately, the Bomb in Crime alley and the river bank of Gotham exploded. Taking over 200 lives.

Joker has stated that this is just the beginning of the attacks.

Gotham-crimes gives condolences to the families, whose livelihoods were effected because of these bombing.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Of Skateboards and Robin Magic. (DC Fanfic)

Summary: Jason steals a skateboard. He gives it to Tim. Dick is looking for his brothers.

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Jason didn’t mean to steal a brand-new skateboard.

It just kinda… happened.

The Outlaw mission was supposed to be simple—some arms dealers, a couple of explosions, maybe a car chase that maybe had multiple driving laws broken..

Nothing that warranted a -technically- stolen skateboard.

But there it was, tucked under his arm as he made his way back into his Gotham apartment at dawn, still wearing his gear.

He found it occupied.

Tim was perched on his kitchen counter like a baby gremlin. His laptop was open beside him, and there was an empty coffee cup near his foot.

Breaking into each other's places was pretty normal for the Bats. Jason's seemed to be a favorite of Tim's, though, to be fair, the little gremlin had been spending more time with the second-eldest brother than Dick ever since the whole Bruce-in-the-time-stream incident. 

Jason had tried to pretend that he wasn't worried about Tim during those days, and right after he'd come back. He'd failed.  

 

Jason sighed. “Hey there, little crow.”

Tim looked up, tired ice-blue eyes locking onto the skateboard. “...That for me?”

Jason blinked at him. Looked at the board. Looked back at Tim. “…Yeah, I guess.” Tim beamed, hopping off the counter, giving the elder a quick squeeze before grabbing it from his hands.

“Sick.” He flipped it over, inspecting the design. “Where’d you get it?” Jason dropped into a chair, rubbing his face. “Some idiot tried to hit me with it after grabbing it from a store.”

Tim paused. “And you stole it?”

“I confiscated it, little one,” Jason corrected. “Kept it 'cause I heard your old one broke. You can paint it, too. It’s a crime-fighting skateboard now.”

Tim snorted. “That makes it better.” He set the board down and stepped on it, testing the wheels. “Man, I missed my old one. I think this one's better quality though...”

Jason leaned back, watching as Tim carefully rolled back and forth in the middle of the kitchen. He still looked exhausted—probably hadn’t slept at all—but there was a small, genuine smile on his face.

One Jason hadn't seen for too long. 

Jason huffed. “You better not break your neck.”

Tim grinned that gremlin grin of his.. “No promises, big brother.”

~~~~~~

Dick was getting real tired of this.

Jason and Tim had a habit of disappearing together lately, and it was weird.

Not bad, necessarily—just weird. He was glad that his little brothers were bonding, though.

Jason barely tolerated anyone on some days, and Tim was usually off doing his own thing, but for some reason, the two of them had been hanging out a lot. And by "a lot," he meant they were practically glued together when they weren’t working solo. '.....Must be a middle child thing.'

Dick had checked all the usual places: the Manor, Jason’s apartment, the Cave—nothing. Even Bruce had no idea where they’d gone, which was just insulting.

Finally, after way too much searching, he decided to do what he probably should’ve done first.

He called them.

Jason didn’t pick up, obviously. But Tim? Tim answered after three rings.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you?" Dick asked.

A pause. Sounds of.. wheels on concrete? Then, in the background, Jason’s voice:

"TIM, DON’T—"

A loud crash. A yell. Tim started laughing. It was a nice sound to Dick. Dick pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tim. Timmy. Where are you?" Tim, still laughing, finally answered, "Uh. Nowhere?" "Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne." "Okay, okay, jeez. We’re at the skatepark." 

Dick blinked. "The—what."

"The skate park," Tim repeated.

".....I thought your old skateboard broke? Dad was planning to order a new one-" "Someone on Jason's Outlaw mission tried attacking him with a completely new and unused skateboard from a shop, so he, um....... took -I mean confiscated- it."

Dick took a second to process that. Then he sighed. "Stay there."

Tim snickered. "Sure, sure.”

In the background, Jason’s voice rang out: "I swear to God, if you hit me with that—"

Another crash. Laughter.

Dick started moving faster.

Crazy little brothers.

~~~~~~

They were indeed fooling around at the skatepark. 

Jason apparently was right about his Robin being magic, because this was the first time Dick had seen Tim this happy in a while. 

Jason was watching Tim with a half-amused smirk, sitting on a bench with his legs stretched out, arms crossed over his chest.

But it wasn’t the usual teasing smirk. There was something almost... fond, about it.

Tim did a little trick—a kickflip, of all things—and landed it without falling. He pumped his fist into the air, whooping as if he’d just won an Olympic gold medal. Jason’s laugh, deep and warm, followed.

Tim was darting around the park, expertly flipping off ramps and pulling off tricks like he was born on a skateboard. He was laughing, his eyes bright, his whole posture loose in a way Dick hadn’t seen in months—maybe longer.

It was the kind of happiness that had been mostly missing since they lost Bruce, the kind of joy that wasn’t tainted by duty or trauma or guilt. Tim had always been self-sufficient, always the one who buried his emotions under layers of work and responsibility, but this? 

This was something Dick hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

Jason caught sight of him first, raising a brow. “What?”

Dick didn’t answer at first, just stood there watching Tim, who was now expertly riding up and down the halfpipe with the same reckless energy he usually reserved for casework or missions. There was no hesitation in him.

He looked… free. Happy.

“He's never done this, in a while,” Dick murmured, a little caught off-guard by the sight. “Not this much. Not this carefree.”

Jason grinned, just a little smug. “Yeah, well. Maybe I’m a good influence.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “You’re a bad influence.”

“No, I’m a wild influence. Timmy needs to learn how to just... be for once. Relax. Even Robin gets a break.” Jason’s voice softened, but there was a hint of pride behind his words. 

Dick’s heart squeezed. “It’s good to see him like this.”

Jason gave him a pointed look. “Face it, Dick, I can be a big brother, too.”

Dick swallowed, his gaze never leaving Tim, who had just pulled off another trick and was now heading their way, grinning from ear to ear. His eyes were sparkling, bright with something that wasn’t there the last time they’d all been in the same room.

“Yeah,” Dick muttered, a little embarrassed. “I know. Just didn't think he'd take to you that much, considering how scared of you he was after the whole Titans Tower thing.”

Jason shrugged a hint of guilt in his eyes. "Took a while. I had to coax him out of hiding a lot. Got easier once I realized how much of an affection-starved little $hi# he was."

Tim skidded to a stop in front of them, breathless but laughing, hair wild and messed up from the wind. “You should try it, Dick. You’d be amazing.”

Jason gave him an exaggerated side-eye. “Yeah, sure, Dick. I’m sure you’d look real graceful on a skateboard. He's a circus boy after all.”

Tim snickered and pushed Jason lightly. “As if you could do better.”

Jason grinned, his eyes lighting up with that familiar mischievous spark. He jumped up, grabbing one of the spare boards that workers left on the side for people still learning. “You wanna bet, baby-bird?”

Tim immediately sensed his impending doom and bolted, kicking off hard and zipping down the slope of the park’s concrete incline. Jason didn’t hesitate—he followed, fast and fluid, not bad for someone who usually worked with guns and explosives instead of tricks on wheels.

Dick stood there, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched the two of them go.

Tim yelped when he noticed Jason gaining on him and booked it, kicking off hard and shooting down the slope of the park’s concrete incline.

Jason followed, crowing and gaining on the younger..

And Dick—Dick had to take a second because wow.

Both of his brothers were actually having a bit of fun like this. Usually their fun involved speeding on the road, jumping off building and grappling in the last second, dangerous vigilante-fun stuff.

But still, Dick smiled, his heart swelling a little as Tim’s eyes shone. 

This was the kid who could hack into any system in minutes, this was the kid who could plan a mission like nobody else. This was the kid that had saved their family more than once.

But now, here he was—just a kid, a little out of breath and laughing because he was having fun, like the weight of the world wasn’t on his shoulders for a moment.

This was so weird.

Not bad, though. Not bad at all.

It was awesome, actually.

Just—he’d never seen Tim -or Jason- this happy in a while.

Tim didn’t look as tired or overworked or too-grown-up as usual. He looked happy, just a kid doing kid things.

Jason didn’t seem angry or closed off. Hell, nowadays he even seemed to be working things out with Bruce. Right now he was just a big brother. 

Dick hadn’t realized how much he needed to see that.

The younger Robins had always carried their scars, but this was a side of them that Dick had almost forgotten. Seeing them together like this—light, carefree, alive—was a reminder that maybe, just maybe, there was a way forward. Even after everything.

Tim totally nailed another trick (While escaping Jason’s clutches) and looked up at Dick, ice-blue eyes sparkling with the kind of joy he hadn’t seen in far too long. “C’mon, Dick, try it! I promise you won’t break anything. Well... maybe just your pride.”

Dick’s smile widened, though his heart still felt a little tight. “You’re lucky I love you, kid.”

Jason, glancing over his shoulder from a ramp, shot Dick a cocky grin. “Face it, Grayson, me and Tim are too good for you. We know more than the basics, even if you’re a circus boy. It’s fun.”

“In a minute,” Dick called back with a shake of his head, but the fondness in his voice couldn’t be missed.

Jason laughed, then pushed off with a smooth motion, zooming down the incline after Tim. The two of them weaved together in perfect synchrony, grinning like they didn’t have a care in the world.

It had been so long since he’d seen them like this.

....

Maybe Robins were magic.

Jason had been right about that all along.

Maybe it just took two Robins together for that magic to show itself.

[plural-culture-is]

fictive heavy plural culture is having your friends rant to you about a media that theyre really interested in -- which then gets you into it -- and creating a bunch of fictives from it (cough cough batfam cough cough) but then having to tell said friends that youre a system so you can tell and joke with them about it

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[findthebae]

Hey there! I'm a Stephanie Brown fictive of DC comics fame, and I'm looking to talk to Cassandra Cain, of also DC comics fame. We weren't exactly dating, but I did have a lot of feelings that I never got to address :( I just recently came out of dormancy and I've really been missing you, so it'd be super cool to connect again! *finger guns of nonchalant-ness*

Anyone else from the Batfam is also welcome to chat! My system has a Tim fictive, and my sibling system has a Dick too, but this is enthusiastically a yes doubles household lol, the more the merrier.

We're in our mid 20's, so 22+ preferred and 18+ required! If you want to message, interact with this post and I'll reach out!

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[findinyourkin]

i'm a stephanie brown fictive from dc looking for pretty much anyone, but especially batfam and gotham-adjacent characters. i mostly just want to make friends, so source memories aren't important. please be 18+! like or reblog and i'll reach out

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