#damian and jason I gotchu

[adelinamoteru]

being a jason todd fan on ao3 is mentally exhausting

[prismuffin]

Could I get a Bat boys (Only Dick, Jason and Tim, NO DAMIAN) react to, M Reader agreeing to be their frist gay kiss??! I'm so so sorry if it's hard to understand! I'll do more context!

So basically, each batboy has thought about the possibility of them liking guys, but never were too sure how to actually test the theory. : )

So the batboy asks M Reader if they could kiss, to see if they would like it. Spoiler alert they all do, the one kiss slowly turning into more of a steamy make out.

Batboys separately of course!!

Thanks in advance, ly ur blog!

Told you I gotchu anon <33 anyways I think that-

Dick would probably have been dwelling on the idea of him liking guys for a while. He knew you open only liked guys yourself so he naturally went to you first. You saw this moment coming since the day he asked you how you knew you liked guys. So when he asked if he could try kissing you to see if he likes it you weren’t shocked. You didn’t mind as it was simply a kiss so you agreed. He was nervous for sure but decided to just get it over with and kiss you. It was longer than a peck but not by much and afterwards he found himself leaning back in for more, hands finding their way on your face. The kiss soon got more heated and he couldn’t really complain. I guess it’s obvious how he feels about men now.

Jason would probably be stuck between paying for male services or facing the embarrassing conversation of asking you for help with this predicament. In the end he ends up going to you, apologizing for the insane proposition he just placed upon your shoulders. You tell him it’s fine and that you’d be down to help. He’s a little nervous but doesn’t let it show at all. He takes things slow, giving you all the time you need to back out of this. Even when he’s inches away from your lips he asks again if you’re truly ok with this. You tell him to stop stalling and hurry up. When he first kisses you he finds himself getting lost in the action, almost immediately pulling you closer as if it was instinct. The kiss lasts fairly long before he pulls away, a small smirk slowly growing on his face as he leans back in. The second kiss was immediately steamier than the last, in fact it almost feels needy in a way and the thought of that is tempting.

Tim was extremely nervous when it came to coming to terms with liking guys. You liked guys so he looked to you for information on how to handle it, and if he was sure he even liked them in the first place. You calmed him down and told him that he should experience being with a guy first hand since he couldn’t make up his mind as is. He found the advice to be helpful only he wasn’t sure who to try it with. I mean, obviously you’re there but would that be offensive? He’s unsure, in the end he just decides to straight up ask you for help again. He’s genuinely shocked when you agree to help him but also very excited. He’s nervous to kiss you and it shows, you calm him down as best you can. You let him take the lead as to not overwhelm him, which he appreciates and when he’s ready he starts to lean in. The kiss is soft at first and lasts a decent amount of time. When he pulls back he hesitantly asks if he can do it again and you only chuckle before leaning in again. The second kiss is much firmer, greedier, and he can’t stop the groan that escapes his throat. He’s embarrassed by the sound but is far too distracted to stop.

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[rexisan]

Haiiiii I saw your post for jaytim requests and oml made me so happy (tbh I miiiiight end up semi spamming your inbox with jaytim requests oof apologies in advance) BUT thoughts on:

Jay and Tim have been going out for a while, and they’re not exactly hiding their relationship, but they haven’t come clean about it, and dick goes over one morning and catches Jay and Tim in bed together talking, with Jay *naked* with scratch marks and Tim covered in hickies and dick starts freaking g out and calling the entire fam and the only person who doesn’t know is Bruce…?🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

You're good mate I gotchu.

Dick was having a night. He was sore, he is bleeding from somewhere and needs either stitches or a bullet removed. He was near Timmy's place. His baby brother would be perfect to help him right now.

So Dick broke into the Nest, he wasn't being quiet about it so when Tim didn't come running Dick held in a groan and went searching. He saw light pouring out of the bedroom and kicked open the door like the good big brother he was.

"Timbo I need some-" Dick froze and stared.

Tim was in a lap. Jason's lap. With Jason's head buried in his neck. And hickies. So many hickies. How did he hide those?

Jason pulled back and stared at Dick, "What do you want Dickwing?"

Tim looked back, "You're bleeding, go in the bathroom."

Dick just stared open mouthed for a moment before pulling out his phone and taking a picture.

"Dick what the fuck?" Jason snapped.

Dick elected to ignore that and send the picture to the group chat.

"Bathroom Dick or you're going to be bleeding from somewhere else in a minute."

Dick robotically moved to the bathroom as the group chat took in the sight of Jason and Tim cuddling and Tim's mauled neck.

Cass: ?

Steph: Dick, I've seen Tim naked enough.

Dick: WHY ARE YOU CALM ABOUT THIS???

Cass: o you didn't know.

Duke: We been knew Wing.

Damian: Please remove me from this.

Dick: B??? Did you know?

Bruce:

Steph: oml he didn't

Jason: count that as a win.

[evilwickedme]

Do you have any good Tim recs? Specifically ones that maintain his canon personality 👀

honestly this is very vague to me but I'm assuming you're mainly looking to avoid the fics that woobify him or flatten him into a coffee fueled anxiety machine. if that's what you're looking for, I gotchu

ship fics

Girl what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament? is about timber's first date!! so cute, occurs immediately after the whole torture cult thing

Practice Makes Perfect - I know for a fact I've rec'd this one before in an ask maybe a few weeks ago?? this is a fic where tim and ace!bart practice kissing. ends in jaime/bart (I'm sure they have a ship name I just don't know it) and timkon but the timpulse content is actually a really good exploration of their characters imho

friendship as another word for love - this is tagged as minor timber but I'll still put it here. actually this might not be exactly what you're looking for cause my bookmark describes it as "red robin!tim is chaotic af", but honestly I think that's just a description of actual canon

Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Outta Me - okay this might be a crack fic HOWEVER you cannot convince me that everyone around the core four doesn't think there's something hinky going on there. also again not technically a ship fic but I'm still putting it here

Gonna Be A Better One (A Thousand Miles To Your Door) occurs during the time period where Tim quit being Robin (and y'know Steph became Robin instead, but the fic doesn't really deal with that). In this au Kon says fuck that and insists on staying in contact with Tim. great timkon and feels very true to both of them!

time flies by is very emotional for me. I described this in my bookmark as "post n52/rebirth, Tim misses Kon like a phantom limb". that's a good description honestly. I've reread this so many goddamn times actually

batfam fics

Obedience - I'm not the only one obsessed with Ella Enchated AUs, right? right??? anyway this fic is actually so concerned with what is and isn't typical behavior for Tim and also is one of my favorite type of AUs so it's near and dear to me

Exit Strategy breaks my heart - although tbf a lot of these fics do, I definitely read a lot of hurt/comfort. anyway this one is about Tim taking Damian's derision to heart and deciding to leave. The Tim & Damian stuff here is just chef's kiss

The Study of Birds - Tim & Damian bond over birding

Our Common Grave - this is not the only au I've bookmarked focusing on the time Damian cut Tim's line, but the others aren't as focused on Tim, imho, more on the consequences for Damian (or lack thereof, depending on the fic). It's not that I don't like those, I love them even, but obviously they don't fit on a Tim fic rec list. Anyway some quality Tim & Jason stuff here. Ironically even though it's probably my fav batfam dynamic I wouldn't put most of the Tim & Jason stuff I've bookmarked on here, a lot of it is woobified content. not all of it, but a lot of it.

finally, one of my favorites - break. in this au Tim never really joins the batfam and only bruce and alfred ever know his identity. and then he just... stops being a hero. hopeful ending. really good in general, another common reread for me.

hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want any more fic recs!!!

[inverted-typo]

What do you think the dynamic between the demonbirds and the rest of the Batfam is like? Like I 100% think Jason just likes to tease and mess with them constantly

Oh shit!! What a great thing to ponder.

Let's see... (disclaimer I'm going to be considering the batfam the 4 robins just because i don't know the extended batfam as well)

Of course Tim and Raven would get along just fine, I mean come on. I think outside of Damian she would talk to Tim the most in the batfam. I can see maybe Dami getting a little jealous sometimes that they converse so easily? She definitely feels the most casual around him. But they get along well enough, when Damian isn't just insulting Tim because he feels like it, haha. (ngl tho the chapter Tim Troubles by @vilavi-2 is one of the tastiest concepts I've ever heard of in my life)

Oh and you're absolutely right. Jason is relentless with the teasing because he finds it hilarious anyone would put up with him romantically.

Jason: "Damn dude, she's got you so whipped, why don't you marry her already?"

Damian: "Fine, maybe I will!"

Raven/Jason: "What."

But yeah I think despite their bickering and Raven always having to dismiss Jason's antics, there could be a genuine respect they are. Raven has agency and he really admires that, despite her lowkey and passive vibes. Especially once he learns the magnitude of her heritage and what that results in her day-to-day life. He totally approves of her. Also, he thinks she's a badass.

And then there's Dick. Oh, good ol Dick. He welcomes Raven to the batfam as if she had been there the entire time. He doesn't make things awkward or try and poke too much fun at them to the point of embarrassment or discomfort (well maybe for Damian sometimes but he's like nah raven u good, i gotchu). They definitely go on double dates with Dick and Kori every now and then. I think maybe eventually Dick becomes a big brother figure to Raven, too, which would be so sweet.

It's hard to guess how Bruce would interact with them. Maybe it would be tense at first? Raven can sense his distrust and skepticism a mile away and it could create some interesting tension. But I'd like to think over time he warms up to her and realizes that she can control herself and that she isn't the threat Bruce originally was wary about.

This is a little haphazard because I think the dynamics can go all sorts of directions! But in the spur of the moment this is what I was able to think of

[mintaclestentacles]

I need more people trying to give Jason "the talk" it's too funny

Oh yeah bro, I gotchu. Continuation of the people failing to give Jason the shovel talk. You just can't be mean to that boy.

I feel like the obvious next person to try and shovel talk Jason would be Damian, which Jason can't take seriously so it ends with Jason goading Damian and Damian trying to cut Jason while Jason teases Damian about his puppy crush on Dick and how Damian is just totally jealous of him. However surprisingly at some point the conversation does end up sincere. This time Damian is the one who starts crying the more Jason teases him about how much he cares about Dick and Damian ends up admitting that yes, Dick does mean very, very much to him whch is exactly why he will cut Jason's balls off if he hurts him. Jason feels guilty for making a kid cry so he slings Damian over his shoulder and gets them takeout. They sit on the ledge of a skscraper in Bludhaven until the sky grows lighter, talking about Dick, but that leads to them talking about what their respective lives were like before Dick. Later Dick as Nightwing happens to stumble on his little brother asleep and drooling on his boyfriends lap.

Another one is Donna, who hadn't planned to do a shoveltalk, but when Dick leaves the room one time while hanging out she kind of awkwardly gives Jason something that is ambiguously either a shovel talk or a pep talk and leaves both of them very awkward when Dick comes back into the room with chips and OJ.

Afred gives Jason a shovel talk about himself. "If you don't treat yourself good and don't tell Dick how you feel and do good for yourself, then I will make you regret it, young man." And yeah, this one does end with Jason crying again so Alfred makes scones and tea, but their heartfelt moment ends when Bruce comes into the kitchen and Jason nosedives out of the kitchenwindow.

[vinnybox]

Do Damian and Jason's eyes glow Lazarus green in your AU? Because all I can picture is Tim sneaking back into the Manor one night and being confronted with three sets of glowing eyes before promptly passing out.

I think that would be utterly hilarious to see. I've GOT to draw this. Also if this is from the same anon with the similar ask, dw, I've gotchu once finals are over 👀I wanted to save that for a drawing >:3c

I love the idea of whoever has been resurrected in the Lazarus pit having green glowy eyes. Like, they're not constantly glowing, but in dark places they do similar things to cats or like, they're a dim glow ya kno? :0 Like, CMON.. glowy eyes = cool AND funny scenarios.

Edit: Adding on to this. Their eyes flashing green when angy

[shyestofhearts]

Shy darling I was camping with my family and it was honestly exhausting and I missed you that being said

Super fam and bat fam camp out your thoughts please

-⭐

Absolutely hun, I gotchu

(And I missed you too Star Anon)

Batfam treat it almost like training with how seriously they take it

Meanwhile the Superfam is trying to relax

The Batfam has two of those really big tents because of how many of them there are and how likely they are to fight each other if pushed too far

(Plus a smaller by comparison but still on the larger size tent for Steph and Cass to share)

Jason, Duke, and Damian share one

Bruce, Dick, and Tim share the other

The Superfam has 2 normal sized tents, one for Clark and Lois and one for Jon and Kon

Damian winds up sleeping in the tent with Jon and Kon more often than not though

Duke and Jason don't care because a) more space for them and b) they like to see Damian getting along with people (they're good brothers)

Damian handles any and all cooking over a fire (Jon tried cooking once with heat vision and after both family stopped a potential forest fire it was agreed no heat vision meals)

Damian keeps using Duke as a flashlight and Duke pretends to be annoyed (he also gets Duke to hide him in shadows to play pranks, and Duke joins in. They've yet to be caught)

Jon knows about their pranks but he's no snitch

Damian disappeared at one point and they found him surrounded by animals and their jokes about him being a Disney princess grow ever stronger

Tim fell in a hole somewhere at one point and no one knows how

Cass and Steph explore most days because a) they think it's fun and b) Steph calls getting lost "exploration" and Cass wants Steph to not die

Damian slapped a snake out of someone's hand at one point

Bruce also slapped a snake out of someone's hand

Jason climbed a tree and fell out of it

Dick then climbed the same tree to prove he could climb higher and also fell out of it (but he did make it higher than Jason before he fell)

Duke sat on the top of the tree snickering to himself

[hood-ex]

Ah hey hello! I'm relatively new to the fandom and I have a lot of trouble figuring out which comics people are referring to when they just say "Nightwing" or "volume 1", I think there are 3 (OG 1996 run, new 52 and rebirth?) is there a way to tell which one they mean? I see most people not adding the year for the comic which would make it easier;,,

Heya! I gotchu:

Nightwing Vol. 1 refers to the Nightwing series written in 1995 by Dennis O'Neil. Issues #1-4. If people mention Dick having hairy arms, long hair, or wearing a polka dot shirt, they're referring to this volume.

Nightwing Vol. 2 refers to Dixon's run all the way to Tomasi's run. So issues #1-153. You'll prob see people reference this entire volume by the year 1996 or by calling it Post-Crisis Nightwing/Pre-Flashpoint Nightwing. This is the volume people are gonna be referring to whenever you see them talking about cop!Dick, origin of Dick getting turned into a womanizer, Dick getting his life ruined by Blockbuster, Bludhaven being destroyed, the Catalina horror, mobster!Dick, Jason turning into a tentacle monster, Dick preparing to be Batman, etc.

Nightwing Vol. 3 refers to the N52 Nightwing run by Kyle Higgins from 2011. So issues #1-29. (#30 is written by King/Seeley). If people mention Dick living in Chicago, the Court of Owls, or Forever Evil/the start of Spyral then they're gonna be referring to this volume.

Nightwing Vol. 4 refers to the Rebirth Nightwing run starting in 2016. It starts with Seeley's run and goes to the current, ongoing run by Taylor. If people mention Dick dating a girl named Shawn, Dick wanting to adopt Damian, Dick hating technology, Dick getting amnesia, Dick getting mind controlled with amnesia, or Dick getting a puppy then they're gonna be referring to this volume.

[gothamstodd]

hi there love!🥺 I was wondering if I could request a jason todd x reader, perhaps a little enemies-to-lovers trope with some angst resulting in an uber fluffy n sweet love confession(‘: thank you so so much!! have a lovely day!

ah!! thank you! I gotchu ;;;)

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“Bet you can’t beat me back to the cave, Hood.” You grinned, glancing over at Jason with a grin. He looked back at you from beneath his domino, the helmet tucked under his arm. He was panting, sweat shining on his brow from the fight the two of you had just won.

“You’re on.” He dropped the cigarette he’d only just lit, crushing it beneath the twisting toe of his boot.

“Ugh.” You swung your leg over your bike, “That is such a turn off.” You said, glancing at the crushed cigarette on the wet pavement, disgust wrinkling your brow.

“Luckily, you’re one of the only people in Gotham outside of my family that I don’t want to fuck.” He replied, putting his helmet back on.

You rolled your eyes, “You’re such an asshole.” You scoffed, revving your engine impatiently. 

“You like it.” He sang, finally mounting his motorcycle.

“Ready,” You said together, the action practiced and familiar, “Set,”

The wheels of Jason’s bike screamed on the pavement and drowned out your betrayed yell, “Hey!”

You set off after him. “That’s cheating, Red.” You growled into the comm.

“You didn’t see it coming?” He asked, laughter in his voice. “I thought you were supposed to be a ‘great detective’ just like the rest of these assholes.”

You took a sharp turn off the road, the sound of your engine echoing on the walls of the alleyway you’d entered and roaring in your ears. A few more turns and you were pulling back onto the mainanz road, just in time to cut Jason off.

“Hey!” He yelled, echoing the inflection you’d had only minutes ago, “Shortcuts are against the rules!”

“C’mon.” You grinned, weaving around a minivan, “You didn’t see that coming?”

“Oh,” He groaned, “Fuck you.”

“Could we keep the banter to a minimum, you two?” Dick’s voice crackled to life on the comms, he was manning the computer while Alfred and Barbara were busy, “It’s worse than watching you suck face.”

Jason made a gagging sound, “They wish.”

“Please.” You sneered, “Get over yourself.”

“Never-” The end of Jason’s response was cut off by a bout of static and a strong ringing in your ear.

“Hood?” You spoke almost at the same time as Dick, panic in your voice.

Grunts and crashes greeted you on the other side.

“Red Hood, report.” You spat, eyeing the road carefully before taking a hard u-turn around a median. 

Relief filled your gut when his voice pulled past the static, “Busy- argh!” It was quickly pulled away by the yell of pain that hit your ear. You searched both sides of the road for Jason, but there was no sign of shining red or battered brown leather.

“Jason?” He asked, almost softly. There was no response. You pulled of the road and brought your bike to a stop. “Wing, can you track his comm?”

“Working on it.” He replied, the sound of a keyboard clacking softly following his nervous words. “Okay, take the next left, he’s about a block down.” You set off again, speeding toward the the intersection. “Need me to call in back up?”

“I don’t know yet.” You answered, anxiety making your breath shake. “Give me just a minute.” 

Turning onto the street Dick had described, you immediately caught sight of it, Jason’s motorcycle on it’s side, an armored truck turned to block the road, and cars stopped on either side.

“Yeah.” You said into your comm. On top of the truck stood Two Face, a massive gun in his arm and henchmen scattered around the clearing. “We need back up.”

You described the scene in front of you to Dick, still unnoticed by Two Face and his crew. Finally, your eyes landed on Jason, laying prone on top of the truck in front of Two Face, the villain’s shining dress-shoe pressing down on his chest. 

All thought of strategy and planning flew out the window and you found yourself throwing a shuriken hard at the man’s good ear.

He ducked away as the large cut began oozing blood. “You bats are like cockroaches.” He growled, “When you see one, there’s bound to be a flock.” He aimed his gun at you but you were already diving for cover behind the corner of a building. A spray of bullets followed your leap to safety, tearing apart the concrete at your feet. 

“Hopefully.” You murmured to yourself, letting a few more shurikens loose around the corner. Two-Face’s shrieks of pain echoed on the Gotham sky scrapers. You snuck around the building and behind a henchman on the other side, catching him by surprise and quickly disarming him before knocking him to the ground.

“One down, six to go.” You said into your comm.

“Robin, Spoiler and I are about one minute away.” Tim’s voice reached your ear.

“They’re heavily armed.” You warned, though ease began to slip back into you at Tim’s assurance.

There was a pained grunt from the other side of the road, “Two down.” Stephanie chirped.

“You’re fast, Spoiler.” You smiled, coming up behind another gunman.

“You know me.” You could practically hear the smirk in her voice, along with more crashes and grunts, signaling the arrival of Tim and Damian.

Their affirmations that the remaining four gunmen were on their way to unconsciousness gave you the confidence to move out into the open. “Two Face is mine this time.” You snarled, beginning to climb up the back of the truck.

“Actually, pretty sure he’s mine.” When you poked your head over the top, you found Jason standing there instead of Two-Face, their roles reversed with the rogue at his feet.

“You’re okay.” You hefted a relieved sigh, pushing yourself on top of the truck. “You scared me, asshole.”

“So you do care.” He teased, you could tell he was grinning beneath the hood.

“Don’t get used to it.” You exhaled, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

“I won’t- ungh.” Hardly a moment passed and he’d fallen to his knees, gloved hand pressing into his side.

You rushed forward, kneeling at his side. “Jason!” Blood was rushing through you again with the same worry that had filled you when static had first hit your ear from his line, pumping erratically through your veins.

You shoved the helmet from his head, pressing two fingers to his neck in search of a pulse. “What’s wrong? Where are you hurt?” You demanded.

He lifted his hands from his side to reveal blood drooling sluggishly over his body. “It’s just a graze.” He answered weakly.

He groaned when you pressed your hands to it, shoving down on the injury with harsh determination. “When did this happen?”

“I wanted to take a short cut.” He chuckled, stomach jumping under your hands with each weakening laugh. “Got a little off track.”

You shook with some raging concoction of emotions; anger, worry, nerves. “You asshole.” You shook your head.

Tim was at your side in a second, stony faced as he helped move Jason down to Damian and Steph’s waiting arms. Together you maneuvered him into the back of the bat mobile, trying to ignore the whimpers of pain that fell over his lips at the sensation of being jostled. Within moments, Tim was speeding down the streets and you were leaning over Jason, still pressing your hands into his wound.

“Hey.” He caught your attention with the gentle word, its tone out of character, soft.

“What?” You asked, brow furrowed as you met his eyes.

He flushed, trying to push away the urge to look away and keep his mouth shut. “Before I... uh, kick it-”

“You’re not going to ‘kick it’.” You pressed, scanning his face desperately. “We’re on our way to Leslie’s, you’re going to be fine.”

He shook his head, ignoring your words, “I should tell you,” 

“Now’s not the time to tease, Jason.”  You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, feeling tears pricking at them and hating the sensation.

You felt his gloved fingers around your wrist, slick with blood as he gripped onto you. “No, I’m serious.” He grunted, staring hard into your eyes. He paused for a moment, pulling a trembling breath through his teeth, “I like you.”

You wanted to lift your hand to hit him, “Jason, I know you never actually hated me,” You sighed, “It’s just banter. You are such an ass-”

He interrupted you, sitting up in a feat of determined strength to press his lips desperately to yours. You kissed him back without even a moment’s hesitation, the feeling of his lips on yours throwing waves of electricity down your skin, a childish giddiness filling up your gut.

“Oh.” Your cheeks flushed as he fell back into the seat beneath him, panting softly with a lopsided grin on his face.

“Yeah.” He replied wearily and his eyes flicked shut.

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He’s fine btw. I just didn’t know how to write that part lol. I hope you liked it!

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[nightwingvixen23]

💋The Real Mob Wives Of Gotham City🍎

                                     Episode fucking 4 :

“oh my GAWD I’ve fallen and I can’t get my ass up“

Dick : *laughing drunkenly*

Tim : *draped across Dick’s lap giggling*

Tim : —and then, get this....he flinched

Dick : noooooo—

Tim : —yeeess ! Fuckin’ bastard flinched !! 

Dick : *kicking boots in amusement*

Selina : *appears*

Selina : what’s going on in my Lounge Room ?

Dick : *hides wine bottle* 

Dick : niente

*zooms in on Selina’s suspicious glare*

*cuts to solo interview with Dick*

Dick : what ? *shrugs dramatically* Yeah. I hid the wine....still not her’s though. E l'inferno no; I ain’t scared of Mommie Dearest ! she’d have to answer to daddy should she do anything to jeopardize the wellbeing of our welfare. AKA no cat fights.

*cuts back to Tim tipsily sitting straight*

Tim : hey cagna, are ya done goin’ down on our daddy for 3 minutes as to join us for a drunk ?

Tim : *hiccups*

Tim : or I mean a driiiinky−pooo ???

Dick : madonna, what wine ? mimmo, what drink ??

Selina : you’re foolin’ no one’s ******* ass Dick, I see the Chateau Latour and can smell it from here. Yah boys reek of it ! 

Selina : *snatches bottle of Chateau away* As for your  incasinato invitation Timothy, it was a lousy ass invitation if I ever did hear one

*cuts to solo interview with Selina*

Selina : To be honest, it was la invitación más dulce I’ve ever heard from that satanically challenged angel–facaded Devil spinna’....but none of you heard that **** from me

*cuts back to Selina pouring herself a drink*

Selina : *sitting across from her ‘step kids’*

Selina : I ain’t here ‘cause i wanna be. I’m here ‘cause this is MY house 

Dick : *mocking hand puppet*

Tim : *falls off Dick howling*

Tim : oh my gawd, I’ve fallen and I cant ************* get my ass up

Dick : maybe if it wazn’t so ******* fat

Tim : excuse you but do ya own a ****** mirror tesoro ?

Dick : did you just call me fat ?

Tim : I called that ass fat. Thiccer then a snicker honey

Dick : well damn. okay. I like that

Tim : *drunkenly pretends to photograph Dick*

Selina : *mumbling into her wine glass* **** me. why do I even bother attempting to sit down with ya two bimbo’s

Talia : *suddenly appears carrying Jason over her shoulder*

Dick : *spews wine everywhere chortling*

Tim : oh gawd, GAWD I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe !!!

Talia : found this ragazzino almost drowned in the ******* pool. Did ya three loose a drinkin’ buddy ? 

Talia : *drops Jason across the table*

Selina : **** I’ve had it with this family

Dick : then leave it

*ominous music creeping in; like damn cool it with the drums ya’ll*

cuts to solo interview with Dick :

Dick : She was askin’ for it *checks out nails* I mean come on now, she can’t just waltz around my daddy’s house drippin’ in mutha ******* jewels and spew that nonsense to his son’s faces !**** that noise ! It’s a special kinda ******’ high horse she’s saddled her ass onto

*cuts to Selina glaring at dick/sitting wine glass aside*

Selina : come again ya intoxicated zoccola ?

Dick : *stands*

Dick : I said—*sways*

Tim : *grabs Dick* I gotchu fratello

Dick : as i was ******* sayin’, you think you’re hot shit, little miss priss over here thinks she’s a queen

Jason : *slaps table top* I’m the ****** ******* queen you huge ***** sized dicks

Tim : I agree ! not with Jason—but with DICK ! only reason you’re here is ‘cause ya got hips the men drool after and a saucy little attitude that makes’em crawl !

Talia : *fishing for a cigarette* you literally just described all of us in this room, Tim.

Selina : NO SMOKING IN MY HOUSE TALIA, YOU KNOW THIS **** !

Talia : *smug* join me Tim

Tim : don’t mind if I do

Tim : *shotguns from Talia*

*ominous music tinkering out into silence*

*stunned eyes* 

Talia : 

Tim :

Selina : 

Dick : *sing song voice* 🎶kiiiinkyyyy🎶

Tim : wow *hiccups* that sure was hot

Tim : *throws up in Talia’s lap*

Talia : YOU ************* **** SUCKING LIL’ ***** ! 

Selina : *pours wine over Talia’s cigarette*

Jason : fight ! fight ! fight ! fight—!

Bruce : *slams doors open*

Bruce : what in the HELL is going on ?!

Talia : your prezioso piccolo ragazzo just upchucked ALL OVER my Valentino is what’s ****** goin’ on !!

Tim : m’guilty

Talia : *cursing in Italian/spinning around Lounge Room in a fit*

Jason : *rolls off the table* 

Jason : C’mon buttercup, I’ll clean ya up

Talia : **** that

Bruce : *sits Jason forcefully back down*

Jason : bene merda, you can join too daddy 

Jason : *winks*

Bruce : all of you are inebriated and in need of sobering up

Dick : I ain’t drunk, incazzato!

Bruce : drunk.

Tim : daddy....I don’t feel so good

Talia : *jumping away* 

Talia : Cazzo ! oh no you don’t !

Selina : *sits back/pours more Chateau/glances around at what she’s married into*

Talia : *strips from vomit covered shirt*

Selina : *sighs in misery*

Bruce : what are you doing ?! Talia, put some clothes on ! Damian will be home any second, besides that, my boys are here !

Talia : oh cool your ******’ jets stronzo; one of ‘em already just practically made out with me !

Bruce : ok *marches towards one of the rolling cameras* that’s it

Bruce : *covers camera lense*

Bruce : I’m cutting this taping short. Cut them. Cut the cameras—

{....commercial break time....}

*a next morning interview with Tim, Dick, and Jason*

Tim : *rubbing his neck*

Dick : *swinging his crossed legs*

Jason : *leaning far back into his chair*

[ From behind the camera : so what happened yesterday? ]

Dick : no idea

Jason : don’t know

Tim : not a damn thing

[ camera crew : *slightly laughing* ]

Dick : oh ****** *leans forward in his seat in grievance*

Dick : ....puhLEASE don’t tell me that I ******* made out with Jay again

Jason : *reaches behind Tim to slap Dick*

Tim : *stares hard at Dick*

Dick : what ?

Tim : I am just so lost

Jason : Dick and I made out when we were high as ******* kites. ya all caught up now mimmo ?

Tim : *snagging cigarette pack from back pocket while getting up*

Tim : don’t follow me with the camera’s. I need a smoke

*silence*

Jason : Now look what you did ya dannazione cagna, ya made Timmers feel left the **** out

Dick : Do i have permission to bitch slap this mutha ****** puttana on camera ?

Jason : fallo. I dare ya

Dick : ...

Jason : that’s what I ******* thought puttana spaventata

SLAP !💥

*run the fuck outta those fuckin’ ending credits yo*

💋Up Next on :The Real Mob Wives of Gotham City. .🍎

Jason : *kicking his boots up on to Roman’s desk*

UnderBoss : i don’t think that The Boss wouldn’t approve of that. 

Jason : *fishes for Roman’s cigars in desk drawer*

Jason : *lights one*

UnderBoss : or that 

Jason : *hacking into Roman’s computer*

UnderBoss : primarily, that

Jason : *puffs smoke*

Jason : oh yeah ? Big Man Mob Boss Roman wouldn’t want his wife playin’ with his things ?

UnderBoss : He made it painfully clear that nothing is to be touched or tampered with, sto solo seguendo il mio dovere

Jason : *laughs*

Jason : *flashes wedding ring*

Jason :

[aspiratinganxiety]

Got it! If you wouldn't mind writing some bro bonding with Dick and Tim (in and/or out of costume), I'd be happy to read it! Wow I come off very energetic when I'm just a very nervous very awkward person, lol, I think I should stop talking now because at this point I'm rambling okay I'll stop talking now! (Gah I hope I did this right)

Baby, I don’t think you’ve ever done anything wrong in your whole damn life, and you’re not being awkward as far as I’m concerned! I’m a chatterbug when I’m nervous too, especially via text. Without being in person to gesture or emote through a conversation, I feel the need to explain every little thing in super detail so as not to be misunderstood. 

Don’t worry about it, Boo. I gotchu’ 💋💋💋

This one turned out pretty short. I hope you don’t mind.

Dick realizes as he raps his sore knuckles against the heavy door that he has never been inside of Tim’s apartment. This sudden knowledge disgruntles him, and his mouth turns down in a confused, offended frown.

Of all his brothers, Tim stays in contact with him most consistently. Entirely of his own volition, at that. They text almost daily and call or video chat up to a handful of times a week. They actively schedule time to hang out, no uniforms or nettlesome undertones of competition like the biweekly Thursday evenings he spends downing scotch with Jason. Certainly not like the challenging, though extremely rewarding, social effort he puts toward peeling Damian out of the Robin costume for one-on-one brotherly bonding time. 

Why hasn’t he been to Tim’s place? 

Is it like… a failing on his part as an older brother? Is Tim hiding something in there? Has Jason been here before? Surely Damian hasn’t. Bruce? 

Unlikely.  

Oh, god. What if Tim’s feelings have been hurt for years because nobody comes to his place? And he’s just not saying anything because he’s Tim and he doesn’t want to make a fuss? Because he never wants to make a fuss. Not over himself.

Why has no one been to Tim’s apartment?! Why does Dick have no fucking clue what kind of house his little brother is living in?    

What a massive freakin’ oversight.

Maybe Dick’s been here before, but suffered enough head trauma near the visit that he can’t recall it?  

Dick supposes, in the event that head trauma had not stolen his memory, that the reason he hasn’t been invited (or invited himself) over to Tim’s is due to the fact that their face-to-face meet ups are typically prearranged to take place in the manor, somewhere around the city, or at Dick’s. 

Or Jason’s. 

Or one of the many safe houses.  

The door swings wide before he can school his features into a more cheerful expression, and Tim’s welcoming grin falters. 

“Dick?” he questions, motioning his brother inside. “You okay?” 

Dick shakes his head dismissively, scoffing and running a hand through his hair. “Ah, yeah. Sorry, bud. Something on my mind.”

Tim lingers in his entryway, head cocked to one side like a confused pup. He watches as Dick wanders into the posh, modern condo with a strange, cautious gait.

He asks, “Something bad?” 

“Not exactly,” Dick says, somewhere between proud, envious, and disgusted as he surveys the clean lines and tidy state of the open concept living area. 

The decor of Tim’s home is gray… only gray. All of the walls, furniture, and flooring. Gray.

Literally 50 shades of the damn color tint everything from the coffee table to the kitchen cabinets. For half a second, Dick is repulsed by the stony, lackluster complexion of his brother’s living space. After a moment though, the sleek lines of the space slowly come into focus as carefully articulated design elements. Clearly the style was meant to seem effortless while being a tangled web of complicated technique. Like the shading of an elegant grayscale sketch?

More and more curious geometric features appear as Dick continues to glance around. The fixtures and materials are all of ludicrously expensive natures. Marble, silver, and leather.   

Dick has not spent an exorbitant amount of time imaging the interior of Tim’s home. However, the cluttered, hectic mess of red tartan and disarticulated computer guts that continues to be Tim’s bedroom in the manor set his mental precedent. Any domestic images of Tim that Dick conjured up always involved plaid, old coffee cups, and notebooks. 

When confronted with this oddly sterile environment of ambiguous gray elements, Dick’s mental impression of Tim itches as though it craves to be entirely re-rendered. 

“You look absolutely horrified. I’m going to attribute this to extreme modern interior design not being your forte, Dickie-boy,” Tim says, sauntering past him and into the kitchen. “Not whatever it is that was squatting on your brain in the hall.”

“I was upset because I realized that I’ve never been inside of your apartment,” Dick shares, still gawping at the ever-unfolding touches of elegance and wealth that seem to materialize out of the profusion of gray around him. “And I had never thought of you owning a place that looked so… that was like this. I feel like a crappy older brother. What the hell is that?” 

The question cuts Tim off before he can dismiss Dick’s ridiculous sentiment. He’s touched, and amused. Choosing to humor his house guest instead of berate him for investing in their social bond, Tim glances at the abstract cuboidal metal cage affixed so high up on his wall that it nearly touches the ceiling. 

“Ya’ know…” he says, pushing a freshly opened glass bottle of root beer across the countertop to his older brother. “I don’t have a clue.”

Dick cuts his eyes at Tim.

“The couple I bought the place off of did all the design.” He takes a swig. “I don’t really mind it. Some of it’s sorta’ out there, but, honestly? I don’t have the time or half the inclination to go through the trouble of changing it.”

Dick is caught somewhere between wanting to laugh and suppressing the urge to slam his face into the stone counter. “Are you kidding me, Tim? You didn’t pick any of this furniture or art or these lights or… anything?”

“The TV is mine. So’s the mattress.” He takes another drink, distinctly avoiding eye contact and grinning in admission of the absurdity that is living in a home without a single personal touch. “But the bed frame’s from the previous owners.”  

“Dude,” the older brother chuckles into his soda, shaking his head. “You set me up for quality jokes about smutty books and colorblindness like this, then you pull the rug right out from under me like that?”

“Ah, sorry Dick. Jason beat you to all of the E. L. James jokes about a year ago.”

Incredulity and a twinge of honest offense swells in Dick’s chest. He nearly chokes on his pop. “Jason’s been here?”

“Yeah,” Tim responds casually, leaning against the counter and pegging Dick with a teasing, lofty look. “He comes over every month or so to be absolutely destroyed in Call of Duty. Damian tags along every now and then too. If Jason’s been drinking, we need a ref.”   

Dick’s jaw is practically resting on the counter. His tone is hoarse with the overly dramatic edge of upset he stresses for affect. “Well, goddammit!” Dick delivers a swift punch to Tim’s shoulder, suddenly realizing that he is the one being excluded where this apartment is concerned. Not Tim. “Why haven’t you invited me over?”

Tim barks an awkward chuckle, rubbing his shoulder as though Dick hit him with any force at all. “Didn’t you hear me? I said I like to win PvP matches. You can’t be here if I’m going to be the best player in the house. And it’s my house. I should be the best player.” 

Dick gives him another thump on the shoulder. This one is clearly more of a pat. “You dork,” he huffs, tickled by the undue credit and oddly relieved to hear that his brothers are all socializing successfully outside of his influence. After the initial offense, of course. 

Nobody beats Tim at Call of Duty. Nobody.

He could just say they thought it would be lame to have Dick actually refereeing their game and their behavior. He’s a big boy. He can handle it.             

[laquilasse]

girl... wassup w some batfam fic recs....

girl i GOTchu:

First let me start of with listing some of my buds that write a-ma-zing stuff and they have WAY too much writing for me to rec all of it here! Please do yourself a favour and check out their blogs: @camsthisky @jerseydevious @preciousthingsareprecious @audreycritter @chimaerakitten @caramelmachete @fuyunoakegata @fishfingersandjellybabies

here are some of my faves! I’ve definitely missed a few, I’m sure, but… these should start you off.

for you I’ll always take the bullet: Bruce keeps realizing a little too late that vigilantism and children really shouldn’t mix???

Come one, come all: Dick’s drugged throughout this whole fic it’s a blast

Where You Go I Follow: DO NOT EVEN @ ME ABOUT THIS ONE I’LL CRY IF I THINK ABOUT IT

The Best Presents Don’t Come With A Bow: Dick and Dami patrol and chat

The Glass Around Your Heart: Dick saves my beautiful hell baby from himself

Cards On The Table, We’re Both Showing Hearts: This is set after Robin War and imho should have been the last issue of the comic 

You’re Alive: Insight on the classic scene we all know and adore

We Were The Best: A series of oneshots starting during the Dickbats run and progressing from there

To the Moon: Damian takes it into his own hands to retrieve Dick from Spyral, and it doesn’t go as he would have hoped

Snapshots: Exactly as advertised, many good snapshots into the lives of the fam

Handle With Care: Damian secretly not begrudgingly helps take care of Dick when he’s sick and Bruce struggles with how to make tea and canned soup

Capitulate: set after the YJ S2 finale, and is such a good insight into both Dick and Bruce’s thoughts

Dear Santa (By Damian Wayne): please please just read it

Stormy Night: this is one of my FAVOURITE chapter fics! It is, to a tee, what Dick would say and do while being tortured

Chemistry of a Car Crash: Tim gets into a car crash

Blood of the Covenant is Thicker Than Water: Another series of oneshots! There are some Very Cute Dickbabs chapters in here that are honestly my favourites :’)

Blackbird: Damian is hit with fear gas. Jason’s POV.

Dressed To The Nines: “‘Hey, watch the hair!’ Dick warned, stepping back once and then twice for good measure. ‘Al just fixed it after you messed it up the last time. And if you try to put your spit on me again, I’m calling Selina and making her adopt you. You can be Isis’ freakish brother or something.’ “

Life is a Journey: Series of oneshots about the fam

Teach Me To Dream: THIS IS AN ONGOING FIC THAT’S KILLING ME SLOWLY

Yellow Submarines: More oneshots! Jersey writes tiny baby Dickie so well,,,, I love,,,,, :’)

Stubborn: THIS IS GOOD GOOD JASON AND DICK CONTENT AND THEN JASON AND DICK AND TIM CONTENT, I’VE READ THIS MANY TIMES

Home to You and Without a Mask: Cam wrote both of these for me because she’s a sweetheart and a phenomenal writer

Sun Spot: this makes me feel nothing but happiness and so does Dawn

Flying on Broken Wings: Insight into when Dick was kidnapped by the Crime Syndicate and it made me cry at work

Titus Lost: you can uhhhh probably tell by the title but this fic is actually illegal? It’s been outlawed in four countries I’m fairly certain

These Things That Define You: that! good! jay! and! dick! content!!!

Shield: Bruce makes a decision that he’d make again in a heartbeat and Dick hates him for it, aka Audrey attacks me specifically

Ends, Means, and In-Betweens: an ongoing fic about Dick and Klarion the witch boy that I’ve been enjoying immensely

Interval of Shadow: hoooooo my god ok, this is an ongoing fic that involves the whole fam and I love every chapter and will love every chapter to come

Prompts: More oneshots!

Cure For The Dark of Heart: there’s only one chapter but LORD I’m ready to read more of it

Dreams of Wires: Dawn is so good at getting into Damian’s head and this is no exception

World, meet Robin: Dick Grayson has definitely got this. :)

[shyestofhearts]

I need some fluffy content because I read a post of Damian experiencing harassment due to his Middle Eastern heritage.

So Damian just experienced some harassment for being from myself Middle East and being gay, all while he is just Damian Wayne and not Robin. He’s clearly beat up, and all he replies with is “It’s nothing I couldn’t handle”

(Batfam, lots of Jondami, and the Dickkory fam)

Ohh I gotchu. I'm gonna tag as angst for the premise just in case but you'll get your fluff

So the Kents were visiting because Bruce invited them, and the Graysons were here as well because Dick and the fam always visit

And they were waiting for Damian to get home

And then he opens the door with visible bruises and an expression so upset they can't quite find the right word for it

Jake is immediately running over to Damian demanding to be picked up and wrapping his arms around Damian the moment Damian scoops him up

And he immediately tells his uncle "it's okay, I've got you now, no one can hurt you!"

And Damian nearly cries

Dick looks like a vein in his head is about to burst behind the smile he's painted on his face

Everyone is wanting to know what happened but Damian doesn't really wanna talk about it yet

So Jon is resisting the urge to punch someone as he gently guides Damian over to the couch

And they sit down, Jon's arms around Damian and Jake in Dami's lap

Mar'i sits herself nearby, leaning gently into Damian

Damian tells the kids first and the moment they find out Mar'i is darting over to inform the rest of the families

Bruce is on the phone with the school immediately with the grimest smile that's almost more of a teeth-bared look than a smile

Kory is calming Dick down

Cassandra makes her way over to sit down on the ground in front of Damian, Duke, and Jason not far behind

There's a little commotion in the other room as Bruce handles things

Meanwhile they put a movie on and wrap Damian in some blankets

And they reassure him that be has NOTHING to be ashamed of because his heritage and sexuality are wonderful things to celebrate and those kids are just assholes

And as soon as Bruce is done in the other room (with Clark and Lois to calm him)

They all join the kids as well

And have one big movie night full of Damian getting cuddles from his boyfriend and his nephew

[shyestofhearts]

Ok so. Wanna make she I am. Right! Dick is the robin, right? And he's also the gymnastics? Cause if so.. I do NOT know who Tim is tbh !!

Alright bestie I gotchu I'll help you make sure you know what's up

Dick Grayson is the first Robin! He was in the circus and his parents were known as the Flying Graysons! Robin is a nickname his mother gave him and the colors for the Robin suit were the colors of the Flying Graysons. Mary and John Grayson died due to sabotage and Bruce took Dick in and made him Batman's sidekick

Jason Todd is the second Robin! He lived on the streets before Bruce and met Bruce because he was trying to steal the tires off the Batmobile. He loves literature and wanted to go to college. He's also the one who got killed by the Joker and then revived later.

Tim Drake is the third Robin

Damian Wayne is the fourth Robin! I've talked you about him so you already know most of his backstory, the fact he was raised by assassins and all that. He's my personal favorite!