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dick grayson in the arabian desert

grayson (2014) #5 // wild geese by mary oliver // when did it happen? by mary oliver // the body keeps the score: brain, mind, and body in the healing of trauma by bessel van der kolk // batman (1940) #156 // north star by starlingsinwinter

[umbrellajam]

de-aged baby Tim but it happens during Prodigal when he and Dick still barely know each other and are supposed to be holding down the fort in Gotham by themselves and also Dick's life is already in extreme early 20s shambles

Dick!Bats:

Baby Robin!Tim (with oversized domino falling off his face): (burbles) Dbbb? BUH-MUH-MUH.

Dick!Bats:

Dick!Bats: nope nope nope nope NOPE

Huntress (rolling up warily): hey...Batman. what was that lightshow - oh, that is a baby.

Baby Robin!Tim (waving his hands delightedly): He-ba-ba!

Huntress: ...Heb-- wait a minute, is that Robin's uni--

Dick!Bats (bundling Tim and the Robin uniform into his own Bat cape and using his best Bat growl): the situation is under control, move along. (sweeps away)

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Dick: (reading the manual to the new Batmobile to try and activate the baby carseat configuration that has to be in here somewhere, please god)

Tim: (yanks on the end of Dick's ponytail and sticks it in his mouth)

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Dick: (standing in front of Drake Manor gearing up to hand baby Tim over to his actual family, thank fuck this will no longer be his problem--)

Dick: (remembers (a) Jack Drake is still in a wheelchair and (b) Tim laughingly telling him the funny family story of how Janet left Jack in charge of Tim for one (1) girls night when he was a year old and came back to diaper rash because he hadn't been changed in six hours, haha Dad was so embarrassed, like "so by every two hours you meant every--??")

Dick: y'know what I've helped babysit Lian how hard can this be

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Dick (with formula in his hair, spit-up all over his shirt, juggling a red-faced wailing Tim and a corded phone held between his shoulder and his ear): ROY. ROY MAYDAY.

[jonasiegenthaler]

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[goddessmilalala]

[ratatatastic]

the things ekky has done or said that i cant stop thinking about. the 4 minute cut.

[whereistim]

Nightwing: I hope she plays Hot To Go…

Batman (confused): this is a Justice League Meeting

*sounds of confusion from other Leaguers sitting around the table*

The Flash choking in the corner: oh my god he got the clip

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[ghost-bxrd]

Things captured on the trail cams around Wayne Manor. Note to self: fence the grounds.

— B. W.

[junespriince]

Based off this post

Rando student: Why do you wear long sleeves in the middle of July, Grayson? Dick, rolled up his sleeves, arms covered in chem stuff: Because either my soulmate has adhd or... a war criminal, either way, I don't think the school would like to see the chemical compound of the muster gas. Wally: If I just break down.... *looks at his arm saying "cute..." followed by math stuff for mathletes* omgomgomgomgomgomgomgogmogmgomgogmgomg they think I'M CUTE, I have to tell robin... and conner,,, Hartley and Linda,,,,, kyle too he need a little spice in his boring sad pathetic life! Dick, looking at his arm: Robin......... as in me? SHIT- Wally, saw that: .... WAIT NO COME BACK... wait I can just meet you at gotham, duh,,,, oh a marble- Dick, greeted back with more nonsense about a marble: oh my god, he's too damn cute.

[heartofjasmina]

dom big dick nerd izuku who dates Katsuki's little sister, fucking her nice and deep just like katsuki always confessed to dreaming about. who makes his Kacchan suck his dick (still wet with Katsuki's little sister's juices) to give him a pathetic little taste of the pussy and dick he craves.

sub!Katsuki who wants nothing more than to get fucked by Izuku while he's fucking you. who wants to live out his perv dreams of fucking his little sister while Izuku whispers how nasty he is in Katsuki's ear.

just, dom!Izuku and sub!Katsuki who have you, the little sister of the group, stuck nice and squarely in the middle. either way you're getting fucked by both of them at one point, with Izuku giving orders to both of you while Katsuki whines that your pussy feels too good to hold back.

[umbrellajam]

oh no, now I'm imagining Dick opening jars for 14-yo Tim during Prodigal

Tim doesn't even think to ask him at first; his dad wasn't at home often enough for it be a habit, and like hell was he gonna ask the older boys at boarding school to open stuff for him like he couldn't do it himself :/ and while staying at Wayne Manor, well, with Alfred around the jars were without fail already open by the time they reached the table.

so when it's just the two of them, fending for themselves both on Gotham's streets as Batman and Robin and in the Manor's kitchen as Dick and Tim, it doesn't occur to Tim to ask.

Dick watches him wrestle with the jam jar like it's Killer Croc for a long minute, chin propped in one hand and eyebrow raised in amusement. Then he just reaches over and plucks it out of Tim's grasp with a casual, "Here, kiddo. Let me."

now, Dick could tap the jar against the edge of the counter, all around the stubborn lid. or he could run it under warm water. or gently twist his warm hands round and round the metal rim to heat and loosen it that way. teach Tim all the standard tricks of the jar-opening trade.

but for some reason, he doesn't.

instead, under Tim's startled, expectant gaze, Dick finds himself taking firm hold with the vise grip of his trapeze artist hands, flashing the kid a showy grin, and just twisting with a hard flex of muscle.

the loud pop isn't half as satisfying as the beam of admiration on Tim's face.

Dick should feel silly. jeez, it's not like he suplexed a Rogue right in front of the kid or caught him out of a 10-storey fall or anything.

(who's more ridiculous - Tim for being impressed by so little, or Dick for feeling so undeniably smug about it?)

(is his life seriously such a mess that wowing the baby Robin with feats of basic domestic competence counts as a win? seriously? get a grip, Grayson.)

"yeah, yeah - I loosened it up for you!" Tim laughs, but when Dick hands him the jar with one hand and scrubs vigorously through his hair with the other, he can still see his little brother's pleased smile as he attempts to duck away.

so Dick keeps doing it. Tim always insists on having a go at it himself, first, but shoving stubborn jars at Dick with that expectant look quickly becomes automatic.

it's a Thing. like many Things about Tim, it could easily be annoying, but somehow it manages to be endearing instead.

maybe that's just how little brothers work.

Dick does teach the kid how to do laundry and fold clothes and replace broken windows and cook basic meals for himself because he's not about to do all the work in this big old empty house, but he never does teach him how to open stuck jars.

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

SUMMER’S OVER

pairings — damian wayne - al ghul x reader x jonathan kent (platonic today guys)

warnings — none except the reminder that you might be going back to school soon so be afraid

summary — the summer hadn’t lasted long enough, and you find you and your best friends cooped up in a room complaining during a heatwave.

notes — hey guys except smth f1 related soon

━━━━━━━ YOU WERE LAID ACROSS THE FOOT end of Damian’s expansive bed, in a tank top and shorts, your body spread as to not let your body heat up anymore than it already was.

Jonathan was on two bean bags right next to the bed, where you could see him - one supporting his feet and the other supporting his upper body. he too was wearing loose fit clothes that covered as little skin as they could.

Damian was spewed across the top end of his bed, his body much like yours. he also happened to be dressed in loose and airy clothing. it was a god send during this heatwave that suddenly flashed onto Gotham.

no matter how much air circulated the manor, nothing would soothe the warmth flowing in through the walls and any possible place. it was hell on earth.

“are we sure this isn’t the work of a villain?” you groaned, slightly turning your face in order for Damian to hear you.

he made his signature ‘tt’ sound, shaking his head with a weak attempt to hide his grin. his hand flipped to the side, hitting against your upper calf. you smirked, looking away.

“god it’s so fucking hot.” Jonathan complained, you groaned in agreement. Damian silently listened - or fell asleep. either way, you couldn’t blame him - it was crazy hot, and it made you tired.

like a god in this melting heat, Alfred walked in with a tray of ice cold water and a bucket with three pops in ice. you cheered without moving your head, letting out a small whoop with Jonathan.

Alfred said his goodbyes, and walked out.

the three of you instantly reached for the water, gulping it down without ever taking a breath. “the brain freeze is worth it.” you mumble, setting the cup down on the tray and extending your limbs again.

“i can’t believe we have school next week.” Jonathan leaned back again, his body going rigid in a moments notice.

the fatigue flooding in through the air pulling on the energy in the atmosphere, gathering a synchronized yawn from all of you.

you huffed, flipping yourself over to lay on your back, letting your arms lay lax at your sides. Damian watched you move from where he lay, smirking at your tired expression.

“have you melted?” he nudged you again mostly like he had previously, flipping his arm to hit against your knee. you looked at him with struggle.

“i think so. would you guys still be my friends if i was a giant puddle of goo?” you sighed, letting the next refreshing rush of air conditioner air float on your body.

the cloudless sky beat down on the dark colored manor that you were taking shelter in - a helpless mistake now.

“yeah; i think so.” Jonathan slurred slightly, yawning.

“probably.” Damian’s voice was the only level one, one that didn’t slur a few vowels or phrases.

“i’d be friends with you guys if you were also puddles of goo.” you mumbled. “are you guys tired?” you didn’t open your eyes this time. it felt like 35 pounds were rested on your eyelids - it was nearly physically impossible to open them.

“yes, exhausted.” Jonathan grumbled, reaching for a pop.

“no.” Damian spoke.

you tiredly rose to rest on your elbows. finding yourself now glaring at Damian, you huffed out an ‘unfair’ with a toss of a nearby throw pillow.

Damian smirked, catching the pillow and throwing it at you. you let it smack against your face, making the three of you laugh together.

“we can go swimming.” Damian muttered, sitting up fully.

“oh yeah, you’ve got a pool.” you hummed, managing to stand up somehow. you had to help a weak Jonathan finally get up.

the three of you trudged your way down to the outdoor pool. the final stretch to the pool was most difficult, and basking in the shade while Damian cooled the pool proved to be useless.

“hurry up, Dames.” Jonathan dragged his voice out dramatically.

Damian rolled his eyes, holding a hand out and helping tug you up from where you sat, you both offered your hands to Jonathan, who made it extra difficult to pull him up.

half way through, you let go to turn around and throw yourself into the cold pool. the immediate relief that flooded through you, you happily laughed.

“holy shit, dude this feels awesome!” you waded around in the cold water.

Jonathan and Damian jumped in with you suddenly, and you spent hours in the water before Alfred came out to scold the three of you to dry land and wrapped in towels.

taking your soaking bodies into living room, Jonathan hijacked the remote and changed it to play Golden Girls, intriguing the three of you.

Alfred came back with changes of clothes, and after changing, you were all soon fast asleep on the couch.

the heatwave passed slightly, but was still evident in the sleep shorts and sleep tops you all wore - thin and breathy. also the fact that none of you had blankets to heat your bodies up.

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[camsthisky]

"You know I'd do anything for you." Batfam!!

ao3

remember i'm not an actual mental health professional.

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“I need help,” Dick says, apropo of nothing as he barges into the study Bruce is using to read over some documents from WE. 

Bruce doesn’t even hesitate to stand up and rush over to him. “What’s wrong?”

Dick knows he looks awful. Bags under his eyes, washed out, and trembling. The rain-led orchestra in his brain has crescendo’d with the thunder outside and Dick can barely think straight. The only thing that has stuck in his mind is that he needs his dad.

So, he’d gone and found his dad.

“Dick?” Bruce asks, frown deepening the longer Dick stays standing there, silent and trembling. “What is it? What happened?”

Dick can barely feel his lips. He’s snapping back and forth between extremely in his body and extremely out of it, and he needs help.

“Can—Can you call Lori? I can’t. I can’t, I’ve tried! But I need—help. I need help.”

“Okay.” Bruce leads him over to the couch. Dick sinks into the corner, shaking, arms wrapped around himself as he brings his knees to his chest. Bruce gently pries Dick’s phone from his grasp. “I’m calling her now.”

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Lori picks up before the fourth. 

“Hi Dick, is everything okay?”

Bruce hesitates, looking at Dick. Dick opens his mouth to speak, but his words get lost to his mess of a brain before he can get them out. He screws his eyes up and buries his forehead in his knees, shaking his head.

“Dick?”

“Lori,” Bruce says. “It’s Bruce. Dick asked me to call you.”

“Is he there with you now?”

“Yes, it’s on speaker. He’s…upset.”

Understatement.

The rain has been bothering him all day, and it’s only eleven in the morning. He barely slept, he feels like he can’t think, and his body won’t stop shaking. It’s the worst he’s felt in weeks.

“Okay,” Lori says, and Dick appreciates how calm she’s acting, even though she probably wasn’t expecting a literal distress call on a random Sunday morning from one of her patients. “Dick, I can’t see you right now, but would it be okay to shake your head yes or no and have your dad translate for you?”

Dick’s nod is miniscule and he hates that he can’t speak.

“He nodded,” Bruce says. He sounds completely out of his depth, and Dick hates that, too.

“First question, Dick,” Lori says. “Can you chew a piece of gum for me?”

Dick looks up sharply, eyeing the phone at the out of place question. Bruce looks equally as bewildered. 

“Gum?” Bruce asks.

“Yep, do you have any? Or any chewy candy?”

“In my desk.” Bruce looks at Dick. Dick shakes his head in confusion, and Bruce fetches the piece of gum, back to kneeling in front of Dick within a few seconds. He holds out a piece. “Here.”

Dick unwraps an arm from around his chest and takes the piece of gum with trembling fingers. He trusts Lori, though, so the moment he unwraps it, he pops it into his mouth.

Dick chews mechanically. 

“Are you chewing the gum?” Lori asks.

“Yes,” Dick manages to say.

“What flavor is it?”

“Bubblegum.”

Probably not for Bruce. Dick knows Bruce well, and he’s not the type to chew gum. He probably kept it in there for Cass, who is an absolute menace when it comes to gum and candy. Dick’s little sister likes to haunt this study often enough that Dick wouldn’t be surprised if Bruce did keep the gum in his desk stocked specifically for Cass.

“Do you like bubblegum?”

“It’s fine,” Dick croaks, his shoulders falling as he shares another confused glance with Bruce. Or well, Dick is still confused. Bruce's expression has fallen back into a soft concern, but he doesn’t interrupt.

“Do you have a favorite kind? I know I’m partial to wintermint, but that’s not everyone’s cup of tea.”

“Um, I only ever really chew bubblegum,” Dick says. 

It’s mostly a nostalgia thing. Haly’s never had anything but bubblegum when it came to flavors, and Dick has never really seen the need to branch out.

“That’s perfectly fine,” Lori tells him. And after a second of quiet, she asks, “How are you feeling, scale of one to ten, one being a panic attack and ten being completely calm?”

“Oh!” Dick says, figuring out the trick. “Oh. That was a grounding technique.”

“A quick one, yes.” Lori hums. “I’d like to guide you through a few more in a minute, but first I want to see where you’re at. Are you okay giving me a number?”

“Uh, three, maybe?”

Dick is still trembling, but he’s looser. Less tense. He’s talking. He doesn’t feel as distant. All good things. 

The rain is still ever-present, threatening to drown him in its noise, but with Lori on the phone, and Bruce right in front of him, one hand holding Dick’s phone and the other held out as an offering, Dick doesn’t feel so alone.

He takes Bruce’s hand and lets his dad and his therapist help him.

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“Thank you,” Dick says later, wrung out and slumped sideways on the couch, arms clutched to his own chest. 

“You know I’d do anything for you,” Bruce tells him softly, still kneeling in front of him. Dick’s phone is quiet a few feet away from them now. 

“Can I have a hug?” Dick asks.

Bruce leans over and tugs Dick into his arms.

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[gretahayes]

thoughts on dick and tim as reuben and joseph

LET’S GOOOOO

its like. understand. he thinks your father is kind you know your father is unfair and you’re both right. he was used to being the baby but he isn’t anymore but you think he’s still favored. you remember when you were the first, the only. you had no choice but to be the most beloved then. you wouldn’t wish it on anybody and you crave it desperately. you hurt him and he still trusts you to save him. you couldn’t when it matters most. and he broke before he left, all up in a whirlwind. he left you empty and without any of his shards to clutch, to try to put together. he grew. how dare he? what kind of brother are you? you know you made a choice and it enabled further harm to him despite the choice being meant to prevent and minimize it. he still helps when it matters most. you don't deserve any of it. he never stops looking at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, but now he knows it wasn’t for him. you wish, desperately, unreasonably, that he still believed it was for him. you would do it for him. it doesn’t matter. there’s still work to be done.

it’s about attempts to save ending up in hurt despite your best attempts because you cannot control how your other brother(s) act. it’s about turning away and when you look back nothing is the same. it’s about having to move on. how could you forsake him? he’s just a boy. he’s just a boy. remove this weight from his shoulders. god, he should be resting in the shade. lord, you remember when he was yours and allowed to be young.

unlike reuben and joseph, they did not go home to bury their father. your brother that’s your youngest-but-once will not allow it.