#dc red robin

[thementallyillapollochild]

Technically Damian can't grow bc he has a metal spine or smth of the sort

Shortest

Tim: Now I realize something. If Jason hadn't died and been resurrected by Lazarus, he'd be shorter than all of us right now.

Jason : How exactly does this happen?

Bruce : Tim's right, even at 12 you were shorter and skinnier than Damian, you'd have a few years left to grow before you died and even then you were shorter than Dick.

Tim: I'm taller than you were before you died.

Damian: Besides, I'll probably grow up to be bigger than all of you, so…

Jason :

Jason : Thank God I'm dead-

Bruce : JASON STOP-

[mrmanbat]

Okie-doki— I’ve seen several statements along the lines of “Tim Drake never wanted to be a vigilante and he only did that bc Batman needed Robin!”

That’s not inaccurate is also not 100% right.

Pre-Robin Tim did want to be a vigilante in the same way you want to famous. It was an unrealistic daydream and he was okay to leave it at that.

(I’m not sure if this is explicitly stated but this is definitely a reasonable interpretation.)

Once Jason died Tim did shift the responsibility onto himself (his motivation can vary depending on the comic but a good portion of the time it was for Batman’s sake.)

Now while Tim’s moral compass is incredibly hard to pinpoint we do know that now that Tim has taken this responsibility there is no going back for him. Now he has the power to protect so he has to protect. In his eyes it would be immoral not to use this power.

(keep in mind Tim has the tendency to be hypocritical and his characterization changes a shit ton over the years so this will not apply to every comic— I’m speaking more of in a general sense. )

there are some nuances between ‘want’ and ‘feel-the-responsibility-to’ but I don’t really wanna get that deep into the topic— just know that if Tim didn’t ‘want’ to be a vigilante he’d quit once Bruce came back.

[imsaunteringvaguelydownwards]

part 4(!!) of things my friends and I have said as dc character bc I fucking can

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Steph: I just witnessed something horrific

Tim: oh?

Steph: we did a lab today in bio

Steph: And like, we had to mix water, alcohol, soap, salt, and saliva together

Tim: you what

Steph: and some kid drank it

Tim: THEY WHAT

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Damian: Thinking about that one tiny piece of sausage I ate a week ago (on purpose) that immediately reminded me why I stopped eating meat

Damian: that shits nasty

Jon: HELP?

Damian: it appears I gaslit myself into thinking I actually liked meat

Damian: there’s a reason I went five and a half years with no problem

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Jason: Doping up on milkshakes is something I want to achieve one day

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Tim: imagine dying bc of the riddler, I’d actually revive myself just to kill myself again

Kon: oh my god-

Tim: “How did you die” “some fuckass twink with a question mark on his ugly bald head and a dumbass riddle” “oh” “yeah”

Tim: like seriously that’s pathetic

Kon: Tim your hatred for this man is so fucking funny

Tim: he deserves it

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Jason: I think being told that uncle iroh would be disappointed in me would actually make me fall over

dick: oh lord-

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Tim: oh I forgot to eat dinner

kon: I’m gonna stab you

Tim: do it I dare you

Tim: my brothers got a knife collection if you need one

kon: that’s crazy-

(Damian texting Tim at that exact moment:

Tim: correction, kon stab him please

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Jason to Roy: good morning motherfucker how are you this fine morning

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13 year old dick Grayson: I crave freedom

(school ends in one minute)

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[happy-snake-noises]

Dick Grayson dies alone.

A drug bust, a rogue show off, a gang war. It didn’t matter in the end—it should have been simple but a well timed explosion or gunshot or gas fucked everything up.

And Dick Grayson is left to die alone.

Well not truly alone.

He can hear the rest of his family in his ear piece; Oracle’s yelling instructions over the comm lines as everybody scrambles to wrap up their fights and find him before it’s too late.

Dick is bleeding out, he knows it and they know it too, but despite their worries they have hope. Because it’ll work out. It always works out.

Just hang on a little longer.

It’ll be fine, you hear?

Just keep talking. Don’t go to sleep, we’re almost there.

Dick entertains them, cracks poor jokes between bloody coughs and shallow breaths.

The realisation eventually sets in after a moment, when Oracle curses the trackers and the team looks out at the vast expanse of damage they have to cover.

Dick falls quiet too, listening to them come to the same conclusion he did.

Jason is the first to start speaking again as they begin their search through the city for their brother.

You did good, Dick. Don’t worry. We’ll find you.

Not a promise of how or if or when.

He will be found.

Softer words followed after Jason’s first, still reassurances but no longer the same promises of safety they were frantically making before.

Dick dies alone, listening to his friends and family speak to him softly over the comms.

They do find him, hours later, after his body’s gone cold and his blood as drained from his skin. They promise that they’ll keep him dead, let him rest in the grounds behind Wayne Manor, where he gets to find and rejoin his parents once again.

[junkdrawerfan]

Just so y’all know — in case some are interested — I started plotting this out and it’s quickly devolved into a 10 part series minimum and god Dick Grayson I’m sorry. I’m going to put you through so much.

It’ s literally becoming a full rewrite and will hit on many canon moments that I think are fun. People will develop in surprising ways.

If you want hints read below the cut:

Nightwing leaves the teen titans to take on Batman’s role in the justice league and lets Cass take the teens. Nightwing is going to become one of the triad. Diana will take on the role of Batman. Superman is Superman. Nightwing takes on her role. Occasionally, Barry weighs in to help on decision making because he’s close to Dick. The triad is occasionally a quad. Superman and Nightwing will have a closer relationship than they have with Diana.

Also Nightwing will kill if he or anyone he loves is in danger (no more dead robin’s becomes no more dead sidekicks) and it is the most efficient way out. This changes the justice league. (Superman can and will never kill. He knows if he did it would destroy the superhero community.)

Barry and Nightwing get donuts and Barry helps Nightwing with how to handle civilians who “aren’t as smart as Gothamites.” When Dick needs a speedster he calls Barry. Wally will remember this.

Kori and Dick break up because Dick has too much going on and needs to settle into his new role and take care of his family. He is never r***d and Kori doesn’t accuse him of cheating. There is no fallout and Kori pines. Hard.

Dick never lies to his family. Jason lied and he died in Ethiopia. Tim can’t handle them lying to him. Bruce will let Dick lie but hurt all the same. Cass will always catch him in a lie and Dick doesn’t want to hurt his daughter. To Dick, loyalty is the most important trait. If you’re disloyal you’re words are meaningless.

Jason gets to Eat Pray Love his way across the superhero community when he returns to the fold. He tries on so many superhero names: Red Hood, GoldenWings (as a nod to the second robin and Dick), Flamebird on occasion when Dick needs Jason to run Gotham, and Magpie: The Hero who Stole Life. Dick calls in favors with the superhero’s he knows to help Jason find his way. He still establishes The Outsiders. But he’ll also come running when Gotham calls.

Steph becomes a Bird (they’re the BirdClan now, not the Bats) and founds the young justice league with Cassie, Bart, and Kon. She occasionally brings around her “Uncle” Crow (aka Tim) for family friendly adventures! When Bart and Kon die on her orders taking down Superboy Prime and Dick is lost to the time stream, she breaks down, cheats on Cass with Cassie (who then leaves to join the cult) and tries to clone everybody after stealing Tim’s notes. She is a messy bird! And that is why she and Tim get along so well.

Damien runs away from the league when he’s 13. With Bruce no longer Batman, Talia wasn’t going to send him. But Damien wants to meet his father and he’s read all he can on his father’s heir: Nightwing. He views Dick as a blood son even though Dick is adopted. He wants to mentor under Nightwing and meet the family he sees in Tim’s twitch streams. (Tim streams Magic the Gathering and DnD content.)

Bruce is a really good fucking Dad (and Grandpa to Cass!)! He’s done a lot of self reflecting after he put down the cowl and becomes this worlds version of Oracle (I think Hestia is his name — Mother of the Hearth who’ll always keep the fire warm for when his birds come back back to the nest). When Damien arrives, he accepts his son with open arms and cares for him deeply.

Tim never becomes a superhero — sort of. He’s trained by Batman and Nightwing and later Jason. But he’s never let onto the front lines and when he’s pulled for his skills as a detective and healer when shit goes down, he’s protected as a non-combatant. He takes an apprenticeship under Leslie at a young age so he can learn to care for his family and learns magic from Constantine (who occasionally stays at the manor — it started because he’s fascinated by this Bruce with looser morals and then stays as one of the family as a weird Uncle) so he can heal the impossible wounds. Sometimes he thinks about time travel to get Jason back but Bruce always talks him down. He has two superhero names depending if he’s in Gotham: Cardinal as a nod to the red and black of nightwing’s suit. Or Crow when consulting for the JL.

Bernard REFUSES to believe Tim is Crow even after Tim tells him and proves he’s magic. He refuses!

Bernard becomes a hero. The one time his conspiracy theories are right, he tracks down and demands training from Lady Shiva who thinks this kid is wild! I have a whole thing. It’s TimBerKon. Tim enjoys scary dog privileges!

I have a whole plot idea for rewriting the “retrieve family from the timestream” plot! I’m so excited. I don’t want to spoil it. So I won’t say anything else.

Also I have a whole thing with Cass which is so cool! Her hero name when she turns 18 is Parrot and she take over Bloodhaven and I won’t say more. But she gets a kick ass sidekick and AH I love it!

A Batman fanfic idea:

A “Tim gets adopted early” AU but Jason still goes to Ethiopia, still gets betrayed and captured and tortured and dies.

So Batman is losing it. It takes all of Superman’s strength and cunning to keep Batman from killing the joker. And it’s only his youngest son’s voice through the comms who calms him down long enough to be restrained.

But even then, Batman can’t control himself completely. He’s not drinking. He has a child to take care of and he’d die before he turns into the worst kind of father’s Gotham has to offer.

But Dick still hates him and Alfred’s quiet presence isn’t the balm it usually is — instead just reminding him how much he missed Jason’s noise and joy. Of course, little Tim isn’t handling the lose of his brother very well either, the quiet child turning inwards in his grief.

So Batman goes out and with each sunset becomes darker, more violent, more desperate. Sloppy. One night he takes two shots to the back after already tearing his suit. He has no backup. He can’t think of a back up plan.

Once again it’s Tim’s voice, warm and alive, over the comms that gives him the strength to get up and limp into the Batmobile. It’s Tim’s presence that gives him enough strength to come home.

Tim is waiting in the cave for him, refusing to leave as Alfred and Dr. Thompson dig the bullets out of his back and sew his skin closed. Tim holds his hand through it all, never turning those ice blue eyes, even when the tears come.

It’s the last night he’s Batman. He can’t do it anymore, can’t do it to Tim. He can’t make his last son an orphan. Not again.

He tells Alfred first. Then Superman who tells the league. Finally, he calls Dick and tells him the truth, not the lie he told Superman about injuries and rest or the story he spun Alfred about being tired, he tells Dick, “I’m not strong enough.”

Dick understands and Dick hates him for it.

Nightwing moves to Gotham. Dick Grayson-Wayne moves back to the manor.

Tim never becomes Robin. There isn’t a Batman to save anymore.

Bruce Wayne calms down after the death of his son, people say. He rarely leaves the manor these days and only when he’s accompanied by his sons. What a doting father!

Nightwing gets a sidekick called Black Bat. Batgirl returns with blonde hair. The underground speak of an all seeing eye coined Oracle.

Bruce Wayne never adopts another child after Tim Drake-Wayne.

Eventually, because of time and family therapy, Dick forgives Bruce. Nightwing never forgives Batman.

And three years after the retirement of Batman, Red Hood returns to the city that failed him.

[overwhelmedandlonely]

someone who has the motivation to write a fic or draw please do something for me

tim and jason are on mission and tim gets fear gassed. he starts panicking when jason tries to help him and jason is afraid it’s because tim is scared of him (tim has told him a million times he’s over the titans tower incident but jason doesn’t believe him). but the reality is tim doesn’t see jason but the batman he knew when he first became robin

[eleaine]

I love this trio Soo much because they are like the gay cousins in a Christmas dinner

[i-love-midwest-emo]

I added Red Robin into the American football album cover :)

[triplearoace]

Grumpy brothers

[quotidian-oblivion]

babe please what’s the name of the Lazarus Tim au you wrote I am naught but skin and bones

babe me too. Me fucking too.

My mental health went down into the sewers and never resurfaced back, and I'm still scrimmaging through the shit, and I'm sure I'm close, but in the meantime all I have left is a half-incomplete outline:

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So. Lazarus Pit!Tim Drake. Let’s explore that, shall we?

[Prologue]

Tim’s on his Red Robin quest, etc etc. Canon goes the way it does. But it deviates at Widower’s attack. Tim receives a fatal blow, and by the time he and Pru get back to Tam’s apartment, he’s lost too much blood. He’s dead. 

So then he wakes up to green. Neon, bright, blinding. In his mouth, nose, eyes, ears. In his veins. Green burning, raging, storm, tearing into his system like a raging wildfire. He felt like he was being burnt in the wildfire too. Pain, so much pain. That’s all he knows. He can’t see except green. He can’t hear except rage. He can’t taste, except a fizzy burn at the back of his throat. He can’t feel, except pain. He can’t smell—breathe, the green flooding his nostrils. He isn’t even aware of what his body’s doing. He isn’t even aware of who he is. It doesn’t matter. All he knows is pain. And the green. That’s all there is to existence. 

Days later, he thinks his first rational thought. After days of seeing nothing but green-tainted vision and feeling nothing but pain as his body was manouvered by a mysterious force, too consumed by pain, he thinks his first rational thought. I don’t want to hurt anymore. Then the green takes over. 

Even more days later, he is able to hear the first sound. It’s a male’s voice, deep, but confident and demanding attention. They don’t want you anymore, it says. He didn’t understand what that meant. They? Who was they? he tried asking. Who am I? But the words could not get out before the green took over once more. 

Only a couple days after that, his vision managed to clear, allowing him to look at his first sight. There was a man standing in front of him. Tall, intimidating, commanding respect and obedience and allowing no room for rebelling. He smiled at him. He thinks he smiled back. 

A day later, he was able to speak his first word. The green was still holding him, gripping him tight, not letting go. But he could feel his tongue idle in his mouth. And he was made aware of the knowledge that he had the ability to move his jaw and tongue to speak. So he did. “Don’t…” And that was all he was able to get out. He didn’t know what he wanted to say. But as soon as the word slipped out, a pressure was released from his body. He didn’t know what it was. But the green flooded his senses and consciousness once more and whatever the context was didn’t matter anymore. 

He didn’t know how long it had been this time. But now, he remembered his first memory. There were colors, colors other than green. It was bright and things were loud and he was—happy, he thinks. There were people all around him, and they were happy too. The colors and noises made him and the people happy. Then, all of a sudden, they stopped. And all he could see now was red. 

Tim snapped his eyes open.

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The above is the first chapter outline of what I'm going to write out. I haven't finished the fic, and I usually post fics once I've finsihed writing the entire thing. If you're just as desperate as me even after reading this, I can let you know what happens in the second chapter? (But that's the limit of what I can show now lol, cuz then it'll spoil the surprise)

[soulmushh]

LOVE THIS GUY

[misakiisstupid]

Tim Drake: The Insecurity-Fueled Workaholic™ of the Batfamily

Alright, let’s talk about how Tim Drake is the most insecure member of the Batfamily, and DC just refuses to acknowledge it because they love making this kid suffer without addressing the deep-seated emotional damage they’ve given him.

First of all, Tim was never chosen. Every other Robin? They were picked. Dick was Bruce’s golden boy, Jason was the rebellious stray Bruce couldn’t help but take in, and Damian is his actual biological son. Meanwhile, Tim? He had to blackmail his way into the family. He figured out Bruce was Batman, hunted him down, and basically said, "You need me. If you don’t take me in, Gotham will fall apart." Like, imagine being so desperate for validation that your best option is a hostile corporate takeover of the Robin mantle.

And even after all that, he was still the easiest to replace. Jason died? Bruce spiraled into grief for years. Dick left? He still gets treated like the favorite son. But when Tim got pushed out for Damian? Bruce didn’t hesitate. Sure, Tim was still around, but he went from being Robin—the partner, the right hand—to the guy in the background. The second-stringer. And he felt that.

So, what does Tim do? He overcompensates. He works himself to the bone, stays up all night running mission reports, does everything he can to be useful—because what if the moment he stops, they stop needing him? What if they just… stop calling?

And let’s talk about Tim’s emotional unavailability because that’s another big red flag. He sucks at talking about his feelings, but it’s not because he doesn’t have them—it’s because he’s terrified of being seen as a burden. He sees how the Batfamily functions: Bruce is emotionally constipated, Jason is rage-fueled trauma in a leather jacket, Dick is the "happy" one who actually isn’t, and Damian is basically a feral cat learning how to human. There is no room for Tim to break down.

So, instead, he just works harder—because as long as he’s useful, as long as he’s needed, they won’t forget about him. They won’t leave.

And the worst part? It’s so obvious to everyone else. Dick tries to invite him out to do literally anything fun, and Tim’s like, "Can’t. Busy." Jason side-eyes him when he catches Tim drinking his fifth cup of coffee at 3 AM. Even Damian, Damian, will occasionally be like, "Drake, when was the last time you slept?" because this boy is running on fumes and sheer existential terror of irrelevance.

Tim is the kind of person who will graduate with perfect grades, run an entire company, save Gotham three times in one night—and still feel like he hasn’t done enough. And that? That’s crippling insecurity at its finest.

TL;DR: Tim Drake doesn’t sleep, doesn’t talk about his feelings, and definitely doesn’t think he’s truly part of the family—because at the end of the day, he wasn’t chosen. He forced his way in, and deep down, he’s scared that means they’ll never truly see him as theirs.

[luliadraws]

The implementation of Tim’s cowl

[disastertwins9000]

bat-shenanigans

they’re the hero’s gothem deserves…?? maybe??

[daiwild]

Star Trippin' , Baby

[sprinkleofquirk]

Tim, on his 13th attempt to sneak out of the mansion to go on patrol with the flu and walking pneumonia: I didn’t “lose” my spleen. To lose something is to imply you don’t know where it is, and I know exactly where my spleen is; it just isn’t in my body-

Alfred, tired™ and armed with a tranquilizer: Even so, Master Drake, I must insist you get back into bed.