#don't send help I don't need it I'm normal

[artistatheart7-blog]

Dick: How could you hide the fact you still had living family Tim?

Tim: What are you talking about? I never hid anything? Your detectives, you'd think you'd be able to detect things. Especially something that was never a secret.

Damian: Tt. You would think you would make Father aware of this family so he wouldn't have to take you in.

Tim: Bruce never took me in, and if he failed to run a background check and find readily available information that's not on me.

Dick: Even if Bruce didn't officially take you in your still family, still his son.

Tim: Uh no? We're coworkers? At most he's my not-son.

Dick: What? You can't-Tim how do you see all of us? What do you think your role is to us?

Tim: Easy, I'm the Bat-Minder with Bruce as my not-son and Alfred as co-parent. Your the pseudo brother coworker, Damian and Jason are the more aggressive coworkers, Barbara is a normal helpful coworker, Duke is the nice coworker, and Cass is the friendly coworker. Then Steph is my ex, one of my best friends, and coworker.

Dick: What? But-

Bruce: Tim, I offered to adopt you although you turned me down. Even if it's not official you are still considered family.

Tim: Why though? We're not. I already have a family. You don't act like family, the most you know about me is how much a coworker would know. I've never called any of you family and I don't consider you family. I tolerate you guys, I even like some of you, but that's it.

Dick: You lived with us for years-

Tim: Same thing at a boarding school or in the military. Doesn't make you family with everyone in the building there now does it? Also, you all really need to mind your own business when it comes to my personal life. Calling me grief mad? You really shouldn't make assumptions about me and my personal life, especially when it has nothing to do with you since your a coworker. Honestly I would have filed for workplace harassment with the lot of you multiple times if I could. And you really need to stop constantly calling me when I'm off the clock.

Bats: ....

Tim: Ya'll need to get good and pay attention. Not everything connects to you. Now if you excuse me, I think I'll take the night off and spend the night hanging out with my brother. See you later. Bye Alfred, don't forget to send me the weekly update about Bruce's wellbeing.

*Danny and Tim start walking away*

Danny: Pfft, what's with fruitloops thinking they can claim us as family when we already have one?

Tim: I know right? We already have a famiily, which includes perfectly good parents.

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Jason: Well, that just happened.

Tim Drake’s Coworkers (ft. The Fenton Family)

It’s not that Tim doesn’t like the Batfamily. He tolerates them just fine. Damian is great for sparring (if you like sparring with a tiny murder machine), and Jason’s brand of dark humor isn’t too bad once you get used to it. Dick’s a bit too much sometimes, but overall? Fine. Totally fine.

But the thing is… they’re just his coworkers.

And it never really clicks for the Bats until Danny Phantom joins the Justice League and everything starts unraveling.

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The revelation comes during a League meeting. They’re strategizing about some ghost-related chaos, and Danny floats into the Watchtower, bright and glowing.

“Oh, hey, Tim,” Danny greets casually, giving him a little wave.

Tim doesn’t even look up from his tablet. “Sup.”

Superman looks between them, confused. “…you two know each other?”

Danny grins. “yeah, he’s my brother.”

Dead silence.

“WHAT?!” Bruce’s bellow shakes the entire room.

Tim finally looks up, unfazed. “What? Did you think I just spawned into existence?”

“You have a brother?!” Clark sputters.

“Two siblings, actually,” Tim corrects, utterly nonchalant. “Danny’s the younger one. Jazz is the older one. She’s great. Super organized. Kept me alive in middle school.”

Bruce’s eye twitches. “Why—why am I only learning this now?”

Tim shrugs. “It didn’t seem relevant.”

“Relevant?” Diana repeats, incredulous. “You’re the brother of Danny Phantom and it’s not relevant?”

Danny, who’s been munching on some ectoplasm candy, jumps in: ��Honestly, Tim’s always been kind of private about his personal life. We just figured it was his way of coping with the whole ‘raised-by-rich-neglectful-aunt’ thing.”

“Yeah, about that,” Tim interjects, glaring at Danny. “Thanks so much for dumping me with Aunt Janet, by the way.”

Danny shrugs sheepishly. “Mom and Dad panicked! They thought you’d get ghost-napped next!”

“Uh, correction: Aunt Janet left me to raise myself, so that plan was awesome.”

Bruce, trying to keep up, interrupts: “Hold on. Your parents left you with Janet Drake?”

“They didn’t know she sucked at raising kids,” Tim deadpans. “And to be fair, they did call. A lot. I just didn’t pick up.”

Jason, who has been cackling this entire time, leans forward. “Wait, wait, wait—so you’re telling me that the Replacement’s entire family is a bunch of ghost hunters?”

“Yup.” Danny pops the “p” with a grin.

“You’re kidding me,” Steph says, borderline hysterical.

Tim sighs, clearly over it. “Look, it’s not a big deal. Jazz keeps the parents in check, Danny handles the ghost stuff, and I… stay out of the way. It’s fine.”

“FINE?” Damian glares. “Drake, you’ve been fraternizing with ghost hunters while working with a vigilante group, and you think that’s fine?”

Tim raises an eyebrow. “Dami, chill. It’s not like it affects work. You’re my coworkers. They’re my family. Separate categories.”

Cue collective Batfamily malfunction.

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Later, Danny is chilling in the Batcave, feet kicked up on the Batcomputer, chatting with Alfred. The rest of the Bats are still spiraling.

“Tim, we’ve lived together for years!” Dick exclaims, sounding genuinely hurt. “How are we only your coworkers?”

“You’re not my family,” Tim explains, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Danny and Jazz are my family. You guys are my teammates. It’s different.”

Jason throws his head back, laughing. “Oh my god, Replacement, you’re stone cold.”

“I’m not cold,” Tim argues. “I just don’t think we need to make it more complicated than it is. We work together. That’s enough.”

Meanwhile, Danny is wiping tears of laughter off his face. “Oh man. Jazz is gonna love this.”

[pinkcelestialstar]

Ok, here it is...

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Warning: shameless smut ahead. G!p. Mommy kink. Serial killer! Bada. Ghostface mask.

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You just broke up with your boyfriend since you caught him with another girl in the club today. You came home, irritated and annoyed with everything. You change into comfortable clothes and you hear your doorbell ring.

You were already annoyed and now someone's at your door? Great, just great. You walk and open the door, with your annoyed expression evident.

You see a tall, probably a woman? Wearing a ghost face mask with a hoodie covering her hair. She smiles eerily from behind the ghost mask "Hey there, sugar. I heard someone's had a rough day. Mind if I come in?" her deep, raspy voice hints at dark intentions "Maybe I can help you get your mind off things?"

You scoff "It's not Halloween and even if it was I'm not giving any treats so get lost" you slam the door on her face

She catches the door before it closes completely "Awww... is that anyway to treat a lady who's just trying to help? Besides, I don't need tricks or treats." She says leaning against the doorframe, her muscular frame filling the entrance.

You cross your arms, super annoyed with whoever this is "Then what the fuck do you need?"

She chuckles darkly, pushing the door open wider and stepping inside without invitation and pulls out a knife.

You were in a really bad mood, so you don't really care about anything, and just snatch the knife from her, push her against the wall, and put it on her neck "you...why the hell are you annoying me?"

She laughs, clearly not threatened but impressed by your anger "Feisty one, aren't you? I like it." She keeps perfectly still, though her muscles are tense, ready to react if needed "You know, all that anger... it's such a waste. I was gonna relieve your stress..."

"What do you mean?" You keep the knife still against her neck

She smirks, eyes gleaming with excitement "You're hurt, angry... betrayed. That's a powerful mix. And you just took a knife to a stranger without hesitation. You've got potential, sweetheart. I could show you how to channel that anger... in more... satisfying ways."

You wrap your fingers around her neck, choking her, with knife still in your hand "I swear, drop that stupid deep voice first..."

She laughs, clearly amused by your rough handling. "Okay, okay... " she says in a normal, feminine voice, "I'll drop it. But just for you, sugar." her normal voice is high-pitched and sweet, a stark contrast to her deep, menacing voice "Can I breathe now?"

You let her throat go, as you play with the knife in your hand, arms crossed "now tell me, why are you here, did that bastard send you here to annoy me because i dumped him?"

She smirks, rubbing her neck where you choked her "No, he didn't send me. I'm here because I heard about you. About your little... situation. And I thought, 'oh, what a waste.' So, I decided to pay you a little visit."

"with a knife?"

She grins mischievously. "Maybe.... Besides, I wanted to test your reflexes..." her eyes follow the way you handle the knife. "You've got quite an... intense way of greeting people." She reaches up slowly, deliberately

You hold the knife to her face that had the ghost mask "tell me the truth"

She doesn't flinch, doesn't try to move away from the knife "The truth is, I thought you'd be more pathetic. Crying, drinking, moping around, thought I'd enjoy the pathetic sight. Not... this." She gestures to the knife at her face "This is interesting."

"I like interesting. So, I'll ask you again, sugar... what are you going to do with that knife?" her voice is calm, almost teasing, as if she's daring you to use it "Are you going to try and hurt me?"

"actually..." you grab her by the collar of her hoodie and pull her inside and push her onto the bed, holding the knife still in your hand.

She laughs as you push her onto the bed, though she makes no move to resist "Well, well... isn't this cozy?" she lets you maintain control, watching your every move with curious eyes "Still planning on using that knife?"

You straddle her lap.

She looks up at you, the ghost mask hiding her expression, but her voice remains calm and steady "You know, for someone who's supposed to be so broken, you're really quite... intense." she reaches up, her hand brushing against your arm as she tries to grab the knife.

You grab her throat pinning her on the bed.

She gags slightly as you pin her down, but she doesn't struggle or try to escape "Mmm... I like a girl who knows how to take control." she speaks around the pressure on her throat, her eyes never leaving yours behind the mask "You gonna... choke me out, sweetheart?"

You bite her shoulder, through the hoodie

She lets out a surprised groan."Mmm... aggressive one, aren't we?" her voice comes out huskier, breath catching slightly "Tell me, sugar...where did you learn to play so rough?" her hand moves to your thigh, stroking it.

You grind down on her lap only to find out, something was poking your bottom.

She chuckles lowly, her presence clearly feminine, but there's something off about her, something that doesn't quite fit "Surprised?"

as you grind down on her lap, you can feel something solid underneath the thin fabric of her pants, something that definitely shouldn't be there if she were a biological woman "You feeling that, sugar?"

She grabs your hips, pulling you harder against the bulge in her pants, her breath hitching slightly. "Hmm...you like it? I've got everything you want down there"

"You what?"

She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear, through the mask as she whispers "I said, I've got everything you need. A nice thick cock, just waiting to fill you up." her hand moves back to your hip, pulling you even closer as she nuzzles into your neck.

"You know what, fuck it" you throw the knife away as you pin her down on her mattress and kiss her neck

She tilts her head to give you more access, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as she pulls you closer on top of her. She growls "Clothes off, now." her hands start pushing at your shirt, trying to remove it.

She helps you remove your shirt, tossing it aside before attacking your pants. As she does, she kicks off her own pants and hoodie, revealing a pair of boxers that clearly outline a large bulge.

You quickly straddle her back, sitting right on her bulge.

She moans lowly as she feels your weight settle on her lap, the bulge in her boxers becoming even more prominent. She wraps her strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer as she nuzzles her face between your breasts through your bra "Damn, you're killing me sitting there..."

You cup her breast through her bra, squeezing it.

She moans deeper, head tilting slightly to give you better access "Mmm... very greedy, aren't we? Should've known a girl who snatches a knife from me couldn't be all soft and innocent" her hand moves to slide up your thigh "Tell me, what else do you want?"

You wrap your hand back on her throat, tilting her head up. "Hmm, tell me, do you go around wearing that stupid mask with a knife to what, kill them?"

She grins dangerously at your grip on her throat, enjoying the sensation "Sometimes..." she purrs softly "It's fun..." her hand moves to squeeze your ass, her jaw pulses under your grip.

"Sometimes, I just like to see the fear in their eyes as they realize they're about to die..." her voice is low, almost a hiss, her free hand slowly reaching out as if to mimic slowly stabbing someone "But you know what's really fun?"

She pauses, tightening her grip slightly on your thigh "When they don't show fear..... when they get excited instead" she leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear "Like you right now, sitting on my cock, hand around my throat..."

"You're not scared..." she whispers, her hand sliding up to your stomach possessively "You're not begging for your life... You're just sitting there, looking at me like you're trying to figure out if you should kill me..." She chuckles

"Maybe I should call the police...?" You mock her as you lean down and bite her shoulder while still holding her throat, sitting there on her cock.

She lets out a pained groan as you bite her shoulder, her hips bucking slightly beneath you. She laughs darkly, not struggling against your grip on her throat "And say what, exactly?" she challenges, her hand sliding up to grip your hair.

"That miss ma'am goes around killing people...?" You lick her bitten skin.

She shivers at your lick, then lets out a deep, rumbling laugh "Please do try calling the cops while straddling my cock, gorgeous..." she flexes underneath you, making sure you feel every inch of her thick length against your panties

"cocky, aren't you?" You grind on it as you leave small marks on her neck.

She moans deeply, one hand gripping your hip to encourage the delicious friction "Mmm... cocky AND packed..." her voice is husky with desire "And you're making quite a mess on my neck, aren't you? Those pretty teeth of yours..."

"Keep doing that and you'll make me want to tear those panties off and show you exactly who's in control here..." her voice takes on a dangerous, teasing tone "Though I'd advise against testing me further..."

"And what If I did?" You ask daringly.

Her eyes narrow, a hungry glint appearing in them "Then I'll fuck you so hard you'll be walking funny for a week." she growls, her hand squeezing your breast roughly

"Then fuck me."

She snarls, her masked face contorting with anger and desire. She sits up suddenly, wrapping her arms around you to flip you onto your back. She tears your panties off in one swift motion, your thighs wrapped around her waist "You asked for it..."

She grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. "Now I'm going to make you regret those cocky words..." her masked face lowers to hover inches above yours. "Going to fuck you senseless until you're begging me to stop..."

"Go ahead, baby" you tease her like earlier she did you.

She growls deep in her throat at your teasing tone "Call me 'baby' one more time while I'm fucking you" she thrusts hard against you through her boxers, showing exactly what she's capable of "I dare you." her eyes flash dangerously.

You bite your lip as you get more turned on, "Then do you prefer "mommy" instead~?"

She freezes mid-thrust, a look of shock and intrigue on her masked face "What the fuck did you just say to me?" she releases your wrists and grips your jaw instead, forcing you to look up at her "Say it again, you little brat."

"ngh...mommy..."

She let's out a choked groan, her entire body tensing up at the word "Fuck..." one hand still gripping your jaw while the other slides down to pinch your nipple through your bra.

You gasp and moan, your legs around her waist tightening as you grind up.

She sees where you're grinding against her. "Fuck, you little slut..." She reaches between your legs and presses her finger on your clit. "Gonna call me mommy and rub your dirty cunt on me? You're fucking mine now, understand?"

"yes....mommy..."

"Good girl..." she praises, flexing her muscles beneath you to encourage your movements "You like rubbing yourself on mommy's boxers?" she purrs, her hand sliding down to hook your leg over her shoulder, opening you up more to her.

She rubs your clit in circular motions, her fingers pressing against your sensitive button as you grind against her boxers "That's it, baby girl... Rub your little pussy on mommy's boxers while I play with your clit... You're so fucking cute like this..."

Your head thrown back as you are breathless beneath her.

She continues rubbing your clit, her fingers moving faster as she feels your juices starting to soak through her boxers "Look at you, so desperate to fuck yourself on mommy's boxers... You're gonna make a mess, aren't you? Soak mommy's boxers with your fucking juices?"

"ngh...mommy....your cock please..."

She smirks darkly, reaching between you both to palm her clearly hard cock through her boxers "You want this big girl? Think you can take it?" she continues stroking herself through the fabric, pressing against your entrance.

"Yes please.."

She takes your bra off and flicks your nipple sharply "That's 'Yes, Mommy'... or do I need to punish you before I give you what you want?" her voice drops to a whisper

"ngh....mommy....please"

She shudders at your pleading tone, quickly pushing her boxers down just enough to free her throbbing cock "Good girl... Begging properly now..." she lines herself up against your entrance, just the tip pressing in slightly.

"Look at mommy..." she growls, slowly pushing herself inside you, stretching you open "You're taking mommy's big girl so well... You're so tiny, my poor baby girl..." she murmurs, slowly pushing deeper, her hands spreading your legs wider.

She bottoms out inside you, her hips flush against yours "Fuck... you're so tight.... " she starts to move, her thick length dragging along your inner walls "You're gonna be screaming for mommy...."

She starts to pound into you mercilessly, her large hands gripping your hips tightly "Take it, you little whore... Take mommy's big fucking dick like a good girl..."

You were panting and moaning and crying in pleasure.

She snarls, her fingers digging into your hips painfully as she snaps her hips hard, hitting your cervix over and over. "Mommy's gonna break you in half, you tiny thing..."

You moan loudly as your walls clench around her.

"Fuck... that's it... squeeze mommy's cock with that tight little pussy..." she moves one hand up to twist a nipple while continuing her punishing rhythm "Come for mommy... I want to feel you milk my dick..."

You grip her cock tightly inside you as cum convulsing on her cock.

She roars as your walls clamp down, forcing her to cum with you, filling you up with her hot seed "Take it all, you little slut! Mommy's filling her up with her cum!" she continues to thrust shallowly as she cums, making sure you take every last drop.

She rolls you over and collapses back with you in her lap, still lodged deep within you as her chest heaves "Good girl... You took mommy's cock like such a good little whore..." she runs a possessive hand through your hair.

You were breathless as you look at her face still with the ghostmask.

She smirks and reaches up to remove her mask, tossing it aside "There, that's better. I want you to see who's giving you this dick, sweetheart."

Your jaw drops as you see that beautiful face behind her mask, the one with juicy lips, pretty eyes and long hair. You actually blush for the first time that night.

She smirks wider at your blush, running a thumb across your cheek "Why so shy now, darling? Was the anonymity making it easier to be such a dirty little girl with mommy?" she rocks her hips slightly, keeping herself firmly planted inside you

You clench around her.

She lets out a low groan, hands tightening on your waist "Mmm... you're milking mommy's dick so nicely... Does seeing my face make you creamier, baby?" she leans down, voice dropping to a husky whisper

"mommy never told me her name..." you say curiously.

She tilts her head, an amused glint in her eyes "You really want my name now after you just took my cock so perfectly? Interesting..." she strokes your hair gently "I'm Bada lee. And you..." she studies your face intently.

"Bada...I'm Y/n"

Bada smiles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips "Y/n... I like the sound of that. But I didn't come here to tell you my name or to be your friend. I came here to kill you."

"Whatever. can I get your number?" You were too in the clouds to care. You reach for your phone and give her.

She raises an eyebrow, chuckling softly as she takes your phone and enters her number in it "You're asking for my number after you pinned me and stole my knife and after i said I'm here to kill you? You have some nerve, Y/n." she was amused and also gave up on the idea of killing you, since you seem interesting...

Then you got off her cock as she stood up and wore her clothes. You got under the sheets covering yourself, "I'll call you when I'm craving for that dick" you say as you bite your lip.

She laughs amusedly, but nods and says "You're really something else..." Before she leaves.

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Damn, I'm loving the ideas submitted....I'll take one at a time and orderwise(according to date) so I might take a little while to publish them all, besides my exams are too close T.T ....but every request will be taken :)

[gorillawithautism]

i am once again asking that people don't include me in mass tagging lists when trying to boost a post it is not good for my ocd and it doesn't accomplish anything

[rawliverandgoronspice]

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[saturnstrays]

I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS MAP OHOHOHO EEEHEHEHEE

volume warning!!! but hey did you know i am a part of the ULTRAKILL MAP hosted by arensika and mipexch_ and my part is finally done yippie!!

[cave-cryptid]

Got my combats on, wearing all black, it's 95°, clutching an autumnal candle like a crucifix, sobbing

[fragglerockopinions]

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[electricbluebutterflies]

Oh I just love when creative burnout hits...

(Tag rant below / why am I like this...)

[computer-einstein]

Having a really hard time finding the parts I need for my miniature robots rn. My favorite scrap electronics store in the downtown just closed down, and my science teacher is being really stringent on robot parts not being in her possession. I have enough to make it through maybe one or two more projects throughout this current school year but that's it. I'm honestly considering looting up some abandoned buildings and junkyards for parts. Does anyone who lives in the Boulogne-Billiancourt area know of any good places to find scrap? I'm not planning on doing a run right now, but once the new school year starts, I'm going to need some points of interest because its getting really hard to find good parts. Sadly, I only come to this area because of my boarding school, so I can't just freely explore.

If anyone knows of any good places, just send me an ask.

[airenyah]

oh i- i just had a horrible thought...

what if waikorn gets canonized in bbs our skyy

[murobrown]

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[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

Y'know I said I was gonna work on some OC stuff for an ask I have sitting in my inbox (I'm so sorry I'm collecting thoughts) and then I just. Goofed off all night instead. And then my body decided to murder me and I still didn't work on anything because ow.

I am so good at this.

[mare-the-silly-scroingle]

i wish it was worse

[ancientnames]

I have to go into the witness protection program bc I met one of my favorite bloggers irl and now they know my main

[kurominiiiz]

The amount of incest, noncon, and pedophilic jjk smut content is getting out of hand.

"Just scroll if you don't like it!" - this doesn't negate the fact they're posting disgusting scenarios. They're targeting an audience of people who should seek therapy. That kind of shit is not okay.

It's like saying "scroll part a zoophile account on Twitter if u don't like it." See how stupid it sounds?

This Fandom is slowly becoming one i regret being in because of just how disgusting people are becoming. Come on guys, do better.

It's okay to have kinks and fetishes, but that doesn't mean they're okay. It's not okay to sexualize minors, it's not okay to sexualizw little space, it's not okay to sexualize r//pe! I get dubcon, but noncon? That's literally just nonconsensual sex.

Anyways. Rant over. Do better, people.

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Edit: I have MUCH more to say on this now that I've read some other inputs:

The problem isn't "block and move on" or "ur arguing for fiction..." it's the fact people are exposing minors and already mentally ill people to VERY REAL and DISGUSTING scenarios. It doesn't matter that they're fictional, what they're writing about is a real issue. Blocking tags doesn't work most of the time, so stop saying to shut up and just use that feature.

Another thing is that people are making these writings so normal that they are making others think it's okay. When I was younger, I had unsupervised internet access and was exposed to smut like this. It messed me up and got me institutionalized because I didn't know it wasn't okay to talk about. Minors nowadays are also very unsupervised and will come across your stuff. I'm worried for the next generation.

Last thing, the excuse "they're just fiction" is flawed because you're ignoring the PSA! You wouldn't say this if it was about something else, right? If someone was saying: "I love lolicon!" You wouldn't block and move on. You would call their asses out and comment bomb them. It's the same concept, except on a broader spectrum. You're enabling the behavior of these vile creatures that need serious help. You're not doing anyone any good by saying "this is so unnecessary" or "they're fictional..."

(Update: read this post about my asks if you plan on sending a hate message or threat lol)

[signedsfs]

I've got some great fuckin news

Once again got a bee in my bonnet to spend a night doing obscure fandom research to make a point, so. For all those people who keep making the annoying, "Tim keeps '''stealing'' other peoples' names" comments -- have a table.

Everyone with a check mark has used that codename at some point in DC's 80+ year continuity -- Elseworlds and alternate dimensions/timelines count, adaptations (movies, video games, cartoons, etc.) don't unless they've got comic book tie-ins, and neither do in-universe dream sequences/illusions/fantasies/other narrative elements that are objectively "not real" within the boundaries of the fiction.

A purple marker indicates an element that only applies in Elseworlds or alternate timelines. Yellow is for the originator of the legacy title. Star symbol is for borderline cases/extenuating circumstances/it's open to interpretation (with some further elaboration below).

The "other" column is just there to account for people who've held lesser or non-legacy titles, like Renegade, Wingman, Arkham Knight, Drake, Redbird, Talon, Deadman, Black Bat, Orphan and Catwoman.

Point being: the people who have actually gone through the most legacy titles in this family are Dick, Babs and Jason, tied with 5 each (again, not counting "other;" if we counted those separately Dick would've had by far the most). Tim is tied with Steph AND Helena Wayne, so unless you're whining about them "stealing other peoples' names" you're just wrong, and they're all only one higher than Damian, Carrie and Bruce.

This is a legacy family that passes their codenames up and down the inheritance line. It's what they do. It's not a legitimate criticism to level at one character and not the others. Please get over it.

EDIT: I realize after posting this that I missed some colors on the table, mostly with Babs' Elseworld only roles (Batwoman and Nightwing) but I'm too tired to go back and correct them; refer to the info below for more details.

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Further elaboration on some of the lesser known/niche cases:

- Bruce uses the Robin ID in Superman & Batman: Generations

- In the second half of Thrillkiller ‘62, Babs cuts her hair and dons the Robin costume worn by her deceased partner Dick to get revenge on his killer; however the only name ever used for her in the series is Batgirl

- Cassandra was a member of the Robins orphan gang from Dark Knights of Steel.

- Duke was a member of the We Are Robins gang, as well as the aforementioned DKS orphan gang, and has appeared as Robin in a couple of Elseworlds, including I believe a White Knight spin-off.

- Cass was Batwoman in one of the versions of the Titans Tomorrow, as was Bette Kane, depending on changes to the timeline.

- Babs is Batwoman in the Batman ‘66 comics and in the 1980 story “The Secret Origin of Bruce (Superman) Wayne”

- Earth-3 Steph is Batwoman in Young Justice 2019.

- Helena Wayne is Batwoman in the possible future story Last Rites

- Tim is a member of the Batgirls vigilante/little league baseball team in the DC Bombshells universe, as is Cullen Row. Some call them the “Batboys” instead. I call those people cowards.

- Helena Bertinelli wore the costume that would later become Cass’s signature Batgirl look during No Man’s Land. However, she was more often referred to as “The Bat” and her Batgirl status is up to individual interpretation.

- Dick didn’t originate the Nightwing name, it started with Clark in the Silver Age.

- Steph has never been Nightwing. The panel where she appears in the costume is a Black Mercy illusion that happens only in her own mind. It’s a dream sequence.

- Barbara was Nightwing in the Smallville Season 11 comics.

- Terry was briefly Nightwing in volume 4 of Batman Beyond.

- Damian briefly became Nightwing after accidentally killing Dick in the Injustice series.

- Dick is Oracle in the “Eight Wonders of the World” version of Earth 2 (aka the Black Superman dimension)