#dc wips

[waveoftheocean]

happy wip wednesday!! here's another dc wip/doodle dump :D

[reginalusus]

Not these two again (I will do it again).

Ummmm, soon-to-be father-son angst or something.

Jason's line after this was originally: "I don't need a lecture from the guy who swapped his scales and sword for cigarettes and guns," but I have other stuff I wanna move on to and the frames kinda got fucked, sooo.

Ko-Fi.

[sourkreem]

[wip] i managed to squeeze in a little tim doodle between commissions though not sure it will be rendered any time in the near future lolz

[starspilli]

dc cowboy doodles & wips !

[crowkip]

oh to be a tired little cowboy napping with his cows

[stormy-skyzzzzzz-art]

ppl rly liked the damian + batcow doodle so i coloured it in!!!

[qweenofurheart]

he’s the only nineteen year old alive who can pull off that stupid ass outfit. also i think im onto something with the pink pants..

[onebadnoodle]

wanted to try my hand at a batman design

[rachiebeee]

hello tim drake fans i come bearing gifts do you accept

[bloomeng]

so I may have changed my mind…. I gave Duke a magical weapon (wip)

[abisalli]

"I have to be there when he needs me. He forgot to tell me. --Do heroes cry?" - Detective Comics #618 --- 90s Tim Drake Robin run you will always have a special place in my heart <3 <3

[waveoftheocean]

late and very much still a wip but happy superbat week day 4: on a case/undercover!

[sentient-stove]

“Do you remember when I sold my soul a few years back?”

The tapping at the keyboard did not still. “Yes of cour— Tim, you sold your soul?”

“Oh my god, you forgot.” He dramatically threw a hand against his chest, collapsing sideways out of the chair to land on the cave floor. “I’m wounded. In my cold, soulless heart, shot straight through it. You forgot I sold my soul. Dick, how could you?”

“It’s been a hectic few years-“

“It’s my soul Richard Greyson. Isn’t that important? I sold my soul to the Ghost King and now it’s apparently changed hands.”

“The Ghost King sold your already sold soul?!?”

Tim sat back up, using the BatDesk to pull himself to his feet. “Nah, apparently the og king got bested in combat and the new king now owns it. He sent me a letter. So we could meet. And potentially discuss me repossessing my soul. Anyway, are you free Thursday cause that’s when he’s picking me up and he said I could bring a friend. Cissie already said no, so you’re the next on my list.”

Dick had long since abandoned whatever report he’d been working on and was staring at Tim with what could only be described as ‘major concern.’ “Can we please backtrack to the fact you sold your soul to a Cthulhu-like entity?”

“No.”

…

Meme under the cut

[reginalusus]

More Jason and Harvey fic stuff... Harvey will make observations and Jason will be like, "URM, ACTUALLY-"

Silly lil' Ko-Fi.

[lokutofu]

And now what if it was Nightwing in the honda odyssey?

[breannasfluff]

“What are you doing this weekend?” Danny’s in a chatty mood.

“I was thinking of egging Wayne Manor,” he deadpans.

“Do you want some help?”

Jason turns to stare at him, trying to figure out if he’s joking or not. He wasn’t actually planning on doing that, but if Danny is on board…

“Sure. You don’t mind throwing eggs at Bruce Wayne’s house?”

“Fuck billionares.”

The laugh is startled from him, fuzzing into static from the voice modulator. Danny rarely swears which makes the sentiment even funnier. “Yeah, fuck billionares, man.”