#dc red robin

[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.

[gothamite-rambler]

Awkward Brother Hug

Nightwing and Red Robin side-hug each other, but Nightwing is doing more of the hugging, rocking slowly side to side as Red Robin awkwardly pats his arm and then clears his throat.

Red Robin (raising an eyebrow): Hm... Can you let me go now?

Nightwing (rubbing his brother's cheek): A few more seconds; there's no guarantee you won't die. Last time I went into space, Jason was dead and buried when I got back. And then everything else unfolded, and I cannot live with another version of that.

Red Robin (looking exasperated): Wing... he's alive and next to us.

Red Hood (smirking): I'm glad he's worried about you possibly dying like I did, though. That's oddly sweet.

Red Robin (attempting to slip out of his brother's grip): And because he's not hugging you?

Red Hood (typing on his phone): That's a plus.

Red Robin (blushing): All right, Nightwing, the moment has passed. I'll be fine; I won't fall for the same trick that got Jason killed.

Red Hood (smugly): He might turn you into a version of yourself because of your barely hidden insanity though.

Red Robin (side-glancing at his brother): At least I wasn't tricked by my deadbeat mom.

Red Hood shrugged, continuing to text on his phone.

Red Hood (chuckling dryly): Don’t make me insult you, kid. I'll hurt your feelings.

Nightwing shushed the bickering brothers while continuing to hug a very irritated Red Robin, who groaned because he knew his friends were watching this.

Nightwing: Shh, let’s just enjoy this family moment. I hope you guys don’t start fighting or die horribly... or do anything stupid.

Red Robin rolled his eyes. Red Hood chuckled because he knew it wasn't him this time that Dick was referring to.

Red Robin: I stopped embezzling money years ago! I wanted to meet Tony Hawk, and there was a fee! Stop bringing this up! Can I please go? The other Titans are watching this, and I swear one of them is taking a picture.

Bart (holding up his phone to record them): Nah, most of us are.

Red Robin (flustered): Okay, calling it then.

Red Robin wiggled away and slipped next to Red Hood, using him as a shield. Nightwing sniffled with a smile.

Nightwing (with a playful pout): Oh, I'm gonna miss you both! I hope none of you die and then get tossed in the Lazarus Pit! Family hug!

Nightwing managed to bring Red Hood and Red Robin into a forced group hug, but Red Robin slipped away, leaving only an aggravated Red Hood. His friends laughed at his expense as he held his head down, embarrassed. Cassie Sandsmark patted him on the shoulder, relating to that type of situation.

Red Hood oddly expected this, but he hated hugs like this. He lived, he died, he was brought back, and he didn’t want to be reminded of his first death or being hugged by a man in a tight bodysuit. The anti-hero patted his brother's arm, the rest of his body tense.

Red Hood (rolling his eyes): Mm-hm, mm-hm, I'll be fine. It can't happen twice... I think. Get off me!

Nightwing obliged and patted his brother’s helmet since he couldn't touch his hair.

Nightwing (in baby talk): I’m gonna see you soon, baby bro.

Red Hood: Don’t make me punch you. Bye.

Red Hood groaned and walked off, with Ravager following behind him.

Nightwing (calling after them): You guys don’t fight on your mission!

Ravager (grinning mischievously): We’ll try not to!

Red Hood (grumbling): Shush.

Nightwing (with enthusiasm): All right, ready to go, guys?

Nightwing walked off with the Titans, but Cyborg pulled Raven aside to ask her an important question.

Cyborg (whispering conspiratorially): Is he aware they’re hooking up?

Raven shook her head with a small smile.

Raven (curiously): When did you find out?

Cyborg (smirking): When Rose spent the night at the tower. Secret safe with us?

Cyborg held up a fist, and Raven bumped it with hers while chuckling. The two then headed off together, ready for a space mission.

[sillylilbill]

here me out..

christmas fic. sort of die hard vibes with WE being robbed by some people, and Tim Drake is just inside the building fighting with the police because of-course-i-am-right-i-am-timothy-drake and he just decided that he isn’t Red Robin right now and Tim Drake doesn’t need to follow Batman’s rules.

also add in Tam as a hostage again because we-have-leverage-they-are-engaged!

(But secretly we all know Tam is a little bit of a BAMF..)

And i want the feeling of die hard: the omg-how-are-we-still-alive, the haha-im-in-danger, the that’s-some-plot-armor-but-he-knows-it-too

[splosh-crime]

Digi, I would absolutely adore that! This is the first time someone’s picked up one of my prompts to write before and I’m so excited! The fact that your experience can add so much more authenticity and depth to the idea makes me so happy too! Please send me a link to the fic when it’s posted and feel free to contact me if you want a sounding board for ideas or characterization. Thank you so much! ❤️

Tim Drake has Dissociative Identity Disorder AU

His alters’ purposes are Socialite, Assassin, & Robin.

- Tim has been dissociating since his parents started abandoning him. At some point, trauma-induced dissociation becomes so common that an alter develops to be present and help the body survive while the oldest alter (or “original”) cannot.

- Oddly enough, the Assassin (he/they) was the first alter to develop; though, originally they were nicknamed ‘Good Son’ because “Good sons aren’t seen or heard unless they’re needed, Timothy.” Tim’s mind was not equipped to handle feeling so abandoned even as his parents stood right in front of him. Tim would dissociate rather than cry or process; if he wasn’t to exist when unneeded, then he wouldn’t. Good Son trained in stealth to ensure the Drakes never saw him unless they had need of him. They’re the alter that perfected the system’s stealth to the point that not even the Dynamic Duo noticed their presence. Good Son developed into Assassin after training with Lady Shiva.

- Socialite (he/they) was next to develop. Where Good Son went unseen and unheard to please their parents, Socialite was created to do the exact opposite for the same result. Socialite was to recount evidence of his intellect like a show pony doing tricks but he “-musn’t boast, Timothy, it’s unbecoming!” Socialite was to allow any and all cheek-pinching regardless of consent because “She’s just an old lady, Timothy! I’m really so sorry madame-” Socialite was to learn every last rule of high society (spoken or unspoken), gather useful gossip for his mother, network and play nice with the snobby rich kids, and avoid the “riff-raff” whose differences outweighed their usefulness.

- Robin (he/she/they) was the last to develop, keeping the system’s body tethered to a consciousness when the others would dissociate from the horror of Gotham’s many atrocities. Robin handles the worst of the detective work for the same reason. They’re who Ra’s al Ghul would dub the Detective.

- P.S. if anyone writes this, please give the altars better names; from what I’ve seen, alters practically always have names beyond their title/category. Also please send me a link and/or tag me in your work because I’d love to see it!

[itsdabatt]

anyways here’s tim drake dying in a glue trap

[supine-ly]

Natural selection at its finest

[everwistfully]

Red Hood’s all about keeping his secret identity from almost everyone, right?

He’s going to all his meetings with the hood on and never lets any of his ‘business partners’ or goons or allies unrelated to the bats see his face, right???

He either gains enough trust or completely forgets to put it on as he walks in on his goons, his gang, if you will.

They all just kinda side eye this kid who just walked in and started ordering around until one of them finally speak up questioning this kids existence and whatnot. Hood whips around to yell at them for their insubordination but goes to run his hands through his hair or something and is genuinely surprised when his fingers DO go through his hair. So he just walks out of the room in a huff until he walks back in and says the exact thing. All the goons immediately burst into action and don’t question the kid who walked in and said the exact same thing moments ago…

In another instance he forgets his hood under his arm and starts addressing everyone but this time they react a bit more aggressively. This time he just sighs and puts the hood on his head. It’s an instant reaction but Doofenshmertz style, “a kid with a hood giving us orders?” To, “Red Hood giving us orders!”

Tim sees it this time and never lets him live it down, periodically calling him Perry the Platypus.

[vespertilionis]

Bruce: “This is batmobile n.47.”

Duke: “N.47?”

Bruce: “Yes. N.46 was totaled by Jason recently. I trust that you will drive carefully?”

Duke: “Yes, sir.”

Duke: “Bad news, I crashed batmobile n.47.”

Tim: “Actually, that was batmobile n.53. Just don’t tell Bruce and you’re good.”

[iwannabealice]

jason: i think we should get a divorce

steph: what are you doing?

jason: just practicing

steph: why are you already planning your hypothetical divorce?

jason: i don't know. i'm getting old, i think i'm having a mid-life crisis

steph: you don't even have a girlfriend

jason: hypothetically divorce me

steph: okay, then i'm hypothetically taking half your assets

jason: well, you didn't sign the hypothetical prenup

jason, to duke: it's called a prenup, right?

duke: yeah, it's a prenup, and you DID hypothetically sign one

steph: who the fuck is this guy?

duke: i'm his hypothetical lawyer in this divorce case

steph: well, then, i'm taking the hypothetical kids

steph, to tim: right? we can get those, right?

tim: yes, we can definitely get the hypothetical kids, don't worry about it

jason: who the fuck is this hypothetical fucking idiot? a hella fucking nerd idiot

tim: wow, that is a lot of hypothetical insults. i need to keep these on for continuity because i look like the other lawyer

steph: this is MY hypothetical lawyer, and we have been hypothetically sleeping with each other

jason: how could you hypothetically do this to me?!

steph: because you hypothetically are an alcoholic!

[tarta-de-limon]

Damian is physically unable to draw Tim. Change my mind.

[hopefully-helpful-daemon]

*after Tim dyed his hair for something*

Bruce: You look like the girl from monsters Inc.

Tim: Boo

Bruce:

Tim:

Bruce:

Tim: That's her name.

Bruce: Oh. I thought you were trying to scare me

[random-sparks-98]

Listen... All I know is that the kids I babysit were singing that one Gummy Bear song and next thing I knew my brain made a parody

[spicy-apple-pie]

Tim was just trying to make him feel better :(

Commission Info / Kofi

[brucewaynehater101]

It's my hc that the Bats are freaky good with their intuition, and it drives the JL mad. Why? Because Batman gets cranky if someone deviates from the plan and his lectures last for 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. On the flip side, he or the Birds will suddenly freeze, stare at seemingly nothing, and then force everyone to take long detours out of nowhere. When asked what the hell is going on, all they say is they "got a feeling."

Most of the JL is comprised of metahumans or nonhumans so they straight up don't understand what is going on. The non-metahumans also don't understand why the Bats trust their gut instict so much.

I hc that the Bats trust their feeling so well because Bruce taught them to be more observant than the rest of the population, and because of some specific training of Bruce's. He learned it before he became Batman.

Out of all the bats, Jason is the best with his intuition because of his training with All Caste.

After Jason, Cass is the best with feeling out people. It's not because she can read their intentions through their body language. It's a proven instict based on that one guy she didn't like 3 years before they committed their first major crime.

Dick is the best at situational intuition and "reading a room." If he suddenly tenses, the Bats trust that instinct for trouble.

Tim has the best foreboding instinct because he's dealt with so much stupid shit that it might as well be a 6th sense.

[mylifeingotham]

[itsdabatt]

happy national impersonate your favorite vigilante day to those who celebrate

Part 2