#good big brother tim

[metalotaku-da]

part of my Selina and Bruce is danny's bio parents story but this one focuses a little bit on Tim and Damian as siblings and make amends.

something that sometimes people ask for in fics. and even though it's a cross over one. I thought i'd share if anyone wanted some Tim and damian just being chill for them together.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

De-Aged Danny, gesturing to a dazed Bruce inside Wayne Manor: And this is Bruce! Otherwise known as the Himbo! Reporters: Hmm, yes, interesting... Bruce: What the- Danny: I'm not sure what that word means. I heard it from Dick, but no one will give me my answer, not even Jason, who is easily bribed. Bruce: Why are there reporters in my house!? Danny, innocent and childlike: They asked to come inside, Bruce! They seemed like really nice people, so I thought it'd be polite to give them a tour. Bruce, filled with infinite patience: I really wish you had asked me before you did that, chum. Danny: But why? We don't have anything to hide... do we, Bruce?

Or, in order to rise to the Ghost Throne, Danny has to complete a series of trials to prove he is capable of ruling (or any other reason, Danny just needs to do trials to prove himself).

The last trial, issued by Clockwork, is thus: discover the Wayne Family secret in two weeks without the use of any of his powers.

He has one shapeshift to pick a form that could endere him to the Waynes, but only one before he starts and he has to get close to the family by his own wits. Danny, after studying the family and reading of one sentence summary of each Wayne, picks the body of a six-year-old little boy that looked like a child Jason Todd.

Bruce: That child is up to something. Dick, third favorite: I don't know, Bruce; he acts like a normal kid. Jason, #1 favorite: I doubt the old man's ever met a normal kid. Tim, least favorite: Bruce is right, but can you please not talk like the villains from Chicken Run.

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 26 - "Honestly, why would I care?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

A/N: A quick short one, inspired by a TikTok video I saw. Also as always... I am impatient in posting it.

"You're not my dad, yet."

"Get out of the spaceship. I am your dad, Phantom."

"You're not my dad."

"I am your Dad. The papers are already submitted! Get out of the spaceship."

"I am in a spaceship and you're not."

"I will literally drag you out of the damned space ship."

"No! I'm literally in a spaceship, you're not. You are not my dad."

"Literally get out of the spaceship. It's rude to others!"

"Tell me it's rude, I don't give a fuck!"

The bat kids exchanged amused glances. Red Robin and Spoiler had their phones out filming the entire situation. Red Hood was already downed, laughing to the point that his gut started hurting. Nightwing tried to be polite and not laugh but his shoulders were shaking. It was only a matter of time before he would break two. Black Bat was also shaking in silent laughter while Signal watched on, torn between horror, amusement and worry. Robin had his arms crossed watching stoically but for some reasons was sporting a proud smirk.

"Shouldn't you kids try to help Batman?" Superman next to them carefully asked his eyes going back and forth between Batman's kids and the ongoing situation before them.

"And ruin Phantom's mood? Do you have any idea how hard it was to even make him leave the lab? This is the first time in days that I am seeing him smile. Do not ruin his good mood." Robin countered, giving the hero a quick glare before eyes turning back to his father and phantom still arguing.

"Besides, this is the first time we get to see B arguing with a little kid like this. None of us managed to drive him to that point yet." Nightwing added grinning.

"How long has it been since B had submitted the adoption papers?" Red Robin asked, looking at them over his shoulder, his handy camera focused on the phantom who now had started to stick his tongue out and blow raspberries at Batman as an argument point.

"Two days." Signal answered easily, finally deciding to be just amused with the situation.

"Phantom! Get out now!"

"Over my already dead body!"

"And how long since B had actually slept?" Spoiler questioned next in between giggles.

"He's been working on Phantom's case without sleep for four days now." Nightwing grinned. "I will add Phantom claiming a spaceship to the methods on how to get B of the Batcomputer."

"Will you at least do something? You're the one that usually mainly uses it!" Superman turned towards Martian Manhunter only for the other hero to shrug.

"Honestly, why would I care? As Robin said, Phantom appears to enjoy his time quite a lot. And considering what he had gone through, who would I be to ruin it for such a young hero?"

"Phantom!"

"NO!"

"We gotta send this to Agent A later!" Jason gasped between his laughter. Nightwing's phone pinged with a message from Oracle and the eldest Bat kid showed it to the others with a bright grin.

"Already done. O is giving him a live feat of this on the Batcomputer."

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Four Days, Tim? Again? Really? (DC Batfam Fic)

(Summary: Tim's not sleeping. His brothers intervene.) ---

Tim opened the fridge with the practiced ease of someone who had long since memorized the layout of his kitchen. He reached for an energy drink—something to power him through the inevitable late-night work he’d be buried under soon enough.

"Hey Timmers," Jason called from the doorway, his voice light, but with that familiar edge of mischief.

Tim, without turning around, responded in his usual dry tone. "Hy J'sin."

Jason’s footsteps clicked closer, his eyes narrowed "What's the date and time right now?"

Tim squinted at the fridge’s little clock. "Mmm... last I checked, it was January 5, half-past ten PM," he muttered, taking the drink out and twisting off the cap.

Jaso paused, eyes widening, before he raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, his eyes glinting with the kind of amusement that usually spelled trouble. "Baby bird. Today's January 9."

The moment Jason said it, Tim froze, hand still gripping the half-empty energy drink can like a lifeline. His brain stuttered, calculating furiously. January 9. Four days. Four days or more of no sleep for, and—oh no, Dick was yelling.

"Get him!"

Tim's survival instincts kicked in.

Dropping the can, he spun on his heel and bolted, barely ducking the net Damian flung at him (Where did he get that?). The mesh hit the fridge with a clang and slid down uselessly.

"You're going to pay for that!" Alfred's voice rang out faintly from the next room, but it was already too late for warnings.

"Tim, stop running and go to bed!" Dick yelled as he vaulted over the counter.

"Absolutely not! I still have work!" Tim shouted back, skidding around the corner and making a beeline for the staircase. He didn't even know where he was going—he just knew he couldn't let them catch him.

Jason, however, had the predatory instincts of a bloodhound. He cut off Tim’s escape route by vaulting over the banister and landing squarely in front of the staircase.

Tim barely managed to skid to a halt.

"Whoa, hey, let's talk this out—" Tim started, but Jason’s smirk was already in place.

"Four days, Replacement. Four days -or maybe more- you’ve been up without a single nap. You think you're getting out of this?"

Jason lunged, but Tim, used to escaping his big brothers, ducked under his arms and bolted back toward the kitchen.

“DRAKE!” Damian yelled, already giving chase again.

Tim glanced over his shoulder and regretted it immediately. Damian had discarded the net and was brandishing a bola instead.

“Why do you even have that?!” Tim screeched, diving behind the couch.

“For moments like this, obviously!”

Duke walked in, and frowned. He caught Alfred's look and quickly locked the doors and windows leading outside. Then he joined the chase. With his phone camera.

“Guys, c’mon, it’s not that big a deal!” Tim yelled, already scrambling toward the hallway.

“Not a big deal?” Dick’s voice was closer now. “Tim, you passed out standing twice last month! This intervention is happening whether you like it or not!”

Tim didn’t have time to argue before Jason caught grabbed him by the back of his hoodie and hauled him into the air. He kicked his legs uselessly, trying to wiggle free.

“Jason! C’mon! Let’s be reasonable here—”

Jason’s laugh was dark and smug. “You’ve been running on caffeine and spite for four days or more, and now it’s time for your crash. Literally.”

“Put me down!” Tim shrieked, flailing like a cat being carried to the bathtub.

“Oh, I’ll put you down,” Jason said, unbothered. “Right into bed.”

Tim twisted to look at Damian, who had stopped at Jason’s side, smugly crossing his arms. “Damian, help me!”

“Tt. I am helping. I’m ensuring you stop disgracing yourself with this pathetic self-neglect.”

Duke caught up and shook his head. "I'm with Damian and Jason on this one. Sorry, Tim."

Dick appeared a second later, out of breath but victorious. “We’ve got him. Let’s move.”

“Guys,” Tim pleaded, as Jason threw him over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “C’mon, I have stuff to do! You don’t understand—”

“Oh, we understand,” Dick interrupted, cutting him off. “You’re gonna take a nap, and then we’ll talk about what’s so important it was worth shaving years off your lifespan.”

Tim groaned as Jason carried him up the stairs, Duke, Damian and Dick trailing behind. He knew there was no getting out of this.

“Traitors, all of you,” Tim muttered.

Jason snorted. “You’ll thank us after a twelve-hour nap, Timmers.”

As Jason dumped him unceremoniously onto his bed and Dick practically tucked him in like a disapproving mother hen (Well, more like a worried big brother), Tim realized there was no escape.

Damian stood at the foot of the bed, smug and victorious. Duke stacked up the case files on the desk and kicked the files on the bed off the bed.

The last thing Tim saw before his exhaustion overtook him was Jason taping a sticky note to his nightstand.

When he woke hours later, bleary-eyed but undeniably well-rested, he spotted the note.

"Sleep or die, Replacement. Love, your idiot brothers.

And next time, we're gonna tell Dad and have him catch you. And don't we all know that the big Bat can catch a Robin."

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

What’s for Breakfast?

(yes it’s the parsnip fic)

(tw mentioned nightmares and mildly dissociation)

disclaimer: this will probably be ooc, i’m still extremely new to the fandom so be nice please

description: jason decides to cook and is interrupted by the rest of the bat siblings.

word count: 1556

All he came here to do was drop off some intel for Bruce but now? Now Jason is standing in the middle of the Wayne manor kitchen, with his hands on his hips, wondering what he should cook. He’s hungry, alright, sue him.

It’s Sunday and Sunday is the day Alfred restocks the kitchen so the chances of Jason actually finding something other than premade pancake mix was not great.

The first ingredient item he finds is a few parsnips. He passes one between his hands trying to think of what he can make with them. After a few seconds he comes up with something, tossing the parsnips onto the counter and he collects some onions, a leek, flour, eggs and vegetable oil. He gets the grater out and it’s decided. He’s gonna make parsnip and onion fritters.

Jason starts with slicing the onion. Just get that shit over and done with. The familiar burn of the onion begins in his eyes and he is immediately reminded of the last time he cooked in here. He was 15, it was a few weeks before his death. He and Alfred were making home made burgers, requested by Jason himself, and they made caramelised onions to go with it.

He’s pulled out of the memory by the wet feeling of tears dripping down onto his hand. He glares down at the vegetable as if it had personally wronged him. And you know what? It did. He’s crying all because of a fucking onion.

He continues slicing only slightly more aggressively when he hears a soft patter of feet.

“Todd?” At the sound of his name he looks up and is met with a sleepy Damian staring back. The kid’s got on a set of cat pyjamas, that Jason can admit is kinda cute, and is wiping away what looks to be tears. Must have had a nightmare or something.

“Cooking.” Jason replied gruffly. Damian approaches the island he’s cooking on and stands on his toes to try and see what Jason is cooking. Once again he can admit the kid looked kinda cute with only just his head and little hands poking over the bench.

“Cooking what?” He asks softly and with genuine childlike curiosity, which is rare for Damian. Jason breathes out a sigh and walks over to the small table on the far side of the kitchen and pulls a chair up against the bench.

“Parsnip and onion fritters. Wash your hands and come grate the parsnips for me.” He usually would tell him to fuck off but the kid looks like he could use a distraction and he does love a mission.

Damian washes his hands, climbs up the chair and starts grating.

They slice and grate mostly in quiet, only breaking the silence to quietly giggle at each other's onion induced tears.

“Cooking?” The sound of a voice startles them both so badly Damian almost throws a parsnip and Jason damn near cuts his finger off. When they look up at the source, Cass is standing there with an eyebrow raised.

“Christ, Cassandra, you could have killed us.” Damian says as he lowers the parsnip. Jason huffs out a laugh.

“Again.” He mutters and doesn’t miss the nasty look Damian throws him. Cass only smirks and shrugs. She looks dishevelled but Jason chooses to ignore it. She wanders over to the island, inspects what they’re doing before sitting on one of the stools and pulling her phone out of her pocket. Jason and Damian share a look before continuing what they were doing.

They finally get through all the slicing and grating when Steph and Tim stumble in looking like they had not slept all week. Jason stops what he’s doing just to look at them judgingly.

“Where the fuck have you two been?” he asks like he doesn’t want to know. Steph groans and collapses into the stool next to Cass.

“We were out all night for a stake out that turned up nothing.” Jason makes a confused face at that and looks to Tim who is all but dragging himself to the coffee machine.

“I don’t even want to talk about it.” He says holding a hand up to block out Jason’s judgmental look. Stake outs like that happen, not often but they happen. But for Tim? It’s even less often, he gathers all the intel he can before going out. Make sense for his mood to be shit.

Jason can practically sense Damian is about to say something so he scoops him up by the armpits and places him onto the ground.

“Your jobs done now.” He tells him before the kid can protest. He only receives a slightly grumpy nod before Damian drags the chair back to its regular spot and sits down. Tim looks away from the coffee machine.

“Are you making breakfast?” He asks half judgy half genuine. Jason almost responds with some snarky sarcasm but just looking at Tim tells him the poor guy's exhausted brain would probably melt if he did.

“Yeah I am. Parsnip and onion fritters.”

Steph lifts her head from where it was laying against the kitchen island.

“What the fuck is a parsnip?” Jason chuckles and holds up one of the unused parsnips.

“It's like a white carrot thing. They taste good, trust me.” Steph eyes it suspiciously before shrugging and laying her head back down.

Duke runs in while Jason is mixing in the flour and eggs. He stops and looks at everyone surprised. To Duke’s credit it is rare for all of them to be in the same room for a non vigilante related reason. He looks at Jason and into the bowl.

“Hey, that looks great! I’m heading out to patrol but save me some for when I get back?” He says as he grabs an apple and speeds out of the kitchen without waiting for an answer. Jason files the information to save some away in his head before he continues mixing. He makes sure everything is evenly coated before heating up a pan and drizzling some vegetable oil onto it. He places as many scoops as he can evenly spread on the pan and waits until he can flip them.

The sizzly of the fritters and the oil almost covers up the sound of a new pair of feet entering the kitchen.

“Whatchya making, Jaybird?” This time he doesn’t jump at the sound of Dick’s voice coming from directly over his shoulder. Just by looking at Dick’s eyes tells Jason the eldest is floating in between a dissociation episode. He’s not really all there.

Jesus Christ, was he the only one who had a good night? Well, he doesn’t really know how Duke’s night went but with the way he was rushing to get on patrol, if Jason had to guess it would be probably not good.

“Parsnip and Onion fritters.” He replies while scanning the kitchen for what task he can give Dick to help him out.

“Hey, could you do the dishes for me? I wouldn’t want Alfred to wake up and find the kitchen a mess.” He asks softly. Jason doesn’t mention that Alfred is already up and upon seeing all of them in the kitchen, about ten minutes ago, gave Jason a soft smile and left to do whatever Alfred does when he’s not butlering.

Dick turns to where Jason points to the dishes and nods.

“Oh yeah, of course.” He says spacely. Jason fights the urge to fist pump. If he’s learnt anything it's if you wanna get Dick Grayson to help himself, you gotta guilt trip him a little bit. He does take the knife before Dick can add it to his washing pile. Yeah he’s got some less than moral helping tactics but he’s not gonna let the guy hurt himself.

Damian gets up to help Dick with the dishes and they make quiet conversation. With Damian occasionally yelling when Dick splashes him or tries to place bubbles on his head.

Jason hands the empty bowl to Dick before placing the last of the fritters onto one big plate. He quickly whips up a greek yogurt and herb dip sauce. He grabs out enough plates for everyone and places two on a plate for Duke before wrapping it with foil and placing them in the fridge. He then hands the remaining stack of plates to Dick.

“Alright losers follow if you want breakfast.” He calls out before heading into the proper dining room. Dick sets the table before taking one for himself.

Jason will never tell anyone but he did feel nervous waiting for everyone’s reaction.

“Wait, why is this good?”

“I can’t tell if these are good or if I’m just really fucking hungry.”

“These are really good Jaybird.”

He tried to hide the way the tension fell from his shoulders before digging into his own food. The atmosphere was good and it made Jason kinda miss moments like this. This sense of family and belonging. Just a family having breakfast together.

“Is there any left for me?” Bruce asks as he walks in. Jason looks up at him. He’s met with a proud look he hasn’t seen in what feels like a lifetime. He hides his face and gestures to an empty chair.

“Take a seat, old man.”

I hope the fic is a good as you guys imagined 🥰

here’s a special thanks to @kaycynyrs for sending in the ask that inspired me to look at this fic again and @yourlocal-edgelord for encouraging me to rewrite it and to @heavenssolitude for being there and supporting me 🥰

(i’ll totally untag you guys if you didn’t wanna be tagged. just wanted to say thanks)

[the-bat-bros]

Please enjoy these panels of Dick Grayson being the best big brother 💕

He gave Damian the stick HE GAVE DAMIAN THE STICK.

Don’t mind me sobbing because Robin is crying. He watched Alfred die. Alfred died because Damian couldn’t stay away. Yes it was Bane’s fault but my poor boy blames himself 😭.

“But you were my Robin.” Brb I need some aftercare after being emotionally FUCKED.

The wink. Dick knowing that this is basically a right of passage. The others just giving up and going along with it because Dickybird is right - as always.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Brother will you believe (until my bones are dust)

Tim will always be the first.

The first bird to hold a mantle covered in the corpses of Dick's wings, the first to carve a space into his heart, to make an all consuming void that only a brother can be.

"Bruce's alive, I can prove it."

He's angry at the world at Batman. How dare he leave, making another mess for Dick to clean up. Damian a child that he barley knows, Jason angry and vying for a cowl that both know, they don't believe in.

It's been years since Dick has worn the suit he worked so hard for. Passed from Jason to Tim. Only one with his actual consent not that his consent ever seems to matter anymore.

"Grayson, when will Drake be gone? He's unneeded."

Tim is all he has the only constant the only thing he can actual lean on. His little brother who has had his throat slit by Jason, and Damian is doing his damn best to push his out. He's backed into a corner.

Choices, a constant balancing act that all the acrobatics in the world won't allow him to slip from. Selfishness is his only net and for once he isn't gonna hit the ground.

"Tim I need you, I need my brother, I need someone to watch my back. We can come back to it but for now I need to breathe."

He leans back into the smell of coffee and absolutely horrid axe body spray that every teenager seems to love and just inhaled. He can feel a knife uncomfortable against his back, and what sounds like typing but he doesn't dare move.

His net curled around him and for once the world is quiet. Jason, Damian, and Bruce can come later.

For now it's Tim and Dick Grayson and he can feel the air.

[psychokatrixxxy]

I absolutely love fics where Jason breaks into Titans Tower to carry out his little plan, only to see the state of the Titans and decides that those are his kids now, and he's going to make sure they sleep and eat healthy, thank you very much.

And the Titans just accept that this big scary crime lord (if they, minus Tim... and Bart, even realize who he is) is now their big brother/mother hen.

Yes, I have read Red Hood's Babysitting Services, why do you ask? (*^^*)

Edit: if anyone's got any more fics like this, please drop the link 🙏

[to0-many-headcanons]

I am BEGGING people to write more accidental brother acquisition and enemy to care taker and besties Tim Drake and Jason Todd fics PLEASE

[crows-sleepy]

Summary: A tear rolled down his cheek, falling and landing to the floor under him, he didn't cry loudly like most children his age do, it was silent, better that way.

But it wasn't best that way, he shouldn't be crying at all, he was not a child, he was an heir, he could not, even for a second risk falling that far.

Or, Damian's past ia always there no matter how badly anyone wishes it wasn't

Or or, Damian angst in which league standards make sure no one can ever know he's not alright, but they do

Title: Robin's are meant to fly, how did you lose your wings?

Chapter one, also on ao3 under the same name, will be updated regularly

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Tap, tap, tap

Click, click, click

Tick, tick, tick

In the living room of the manor, Tim's foot tapped repeatedly against the floor as his leg quickly bounced with anxiety, the only other noises being the ticking of the ever turning clock, and the clicking of Jason unloading and reloading his guns, looking like he was about a second away from punching whatever was closest to him.

So on the couch sat Tim, a long empty cup of coffee in hand, next to him sat Dick, so eerily silent, he had never been this quiet, the oldest's pale blue gaze bore into the smooth wood of the floor, his hands clasped so tightly together his knuckles were white, as he sat deep in thought, and Jason in a plush arm chair across from the two, a couple guns on hand.

'2:00 pm'

The clock had read, two, only an hour and a half until Damian came home from school.

Jason let out an aggressive huff of irritation, slamming his gun down on the table.

"What the hell is up with the demon brat?"

Jason's loud, angry tone rang out to his brother's.

Tim sighed heavily, exhaustion and even concern seeping from his body language, he placed his empty cup down on the coffee table in front of him.

"If we knew that, this wouldn't be happening would it?"

Tim had snipped back.

"Both of you stop it, this isn't getting us anywhere.."

Dick spoke through a sigh, unclasping his hands to run one through his hair.

"Well I don't suppose you have any better ideas, Dickie bird?"

Jason had asked, his tone sarcastic as ever, irritation clear in his voice, something was wrong with Damian, something was really wrong, and they wanted, no needed, to find out what it was.

Dick had paused to think, that seemed to be the only thing he knew to do about this, he needed to think this over, think Dick, think, you want to ask him but he just shuts off, you can't scare the kid...

But then he spoke.

"We can't talk to him about it, we all know he isn't going to say anything if we just come right out and ask, we need to think this through."

Think this through? Is that all you know how to do? What a crappy older brother, can't even figure out what's wrong with Damian.

"Dick's right, plain out asking him isn't working, we need to be more careful about this, or he'll start trying harder to pretend like nothing's wrong."

Tim had agreed, his tone thoughtful.

"Let's go over everything, what have you two noticed about Damian recently?"

Dick offered, they needed to get everything together, if they went without knowing everything Damian would surely tear them down just as fast as they had gotten up.

Jason scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"That he's a damn brat."

"Jason."

Dick gritted the name out scoldingly.

"We have to take this seriously."

Dick spoke with exasperation and worry sinking through his voice, and Jason must have heard it to, given how quickly he caved.

"Kid's been getting hurt more on patrol, it's not like him, letting himself get all scraped up over nothing."

Jason spoke as he gave in, Tim nodded as Jason spoke, before his own voice rang into the air.

"I noticed that too, but that's not where it started, Damian seems distracted, upset even, something's wrong."

Dick didn't necessarily feel any better at his little brother's words, guilt and concern flooded his gut swarming and swallowing him alive. How hadn't he noticed this sooner? Why hadn't he been there to stop it before whatever Damian is upset about happened? Why did he have to be such a bad brother...

But he couldn't focus on those feelings right now, he needed to focus on Damian, he needed to focus on helping him before anything, and compiling this information just might help.

"Has he said anything that could show what he was upset about?"

Dick had wondered worriedly to his younger brothers. Tim shakes his head, looking disappointed, Jason grumbles to himself under his breath.

"As if that stubborn brat would say anything.."

Dick stayed silent after that, no one had any idea what happened? Why was Damian so set to hide it?

Click

The sound of the front door opening was the only thing that pulled them all out of their thoughts, Damian stepping into the hallway of the manor, he wasn't visible yet, but his small footsteps could be heard against the wooden floor of the manor.

"Hey, Dami-"

Dick had called out gently to the boy, who hadn't even seemed to hear him, walking through the hallway past the doorway of the living room, his lips fallen in a small frown as his gaze watched the floor and lower parts of the walls, anywhere but up as he climbed the stairs.

Dick rather quickly fell silent, his words leaving him in that moment, Jason looked even more pissed if that was possible, and Tim looked utterly confused and frustrated, but Dick, just felt something well up in him, concern, worry.

What was happening? It wasn't unusual for Damian to ignore him, or anyone for that matter, but this was weird...

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Damian walked up the staircase like he had hundreds of times before, but this time felt wrong, so wrong.

Why was it wrong? This is how it was supposed to be, mother wanted you here, Damian, you want you here.

But the thoughts wouldn't leave his mind, of course he wanted to be here, he loved it here-

Loved?

When had that happened? He wasn't supposed to love anything.

He wasn't supposed to be like this, so why was he? Why did he have to be so soft recently? Mother would surely be so disappointed, grandfather would truly kill him...what about father? What would father think?

THUD

Damian's foot slipped from the step as he tumbled down, grabbing onto the railing, pulling his arm painfully as he held himself up with only the railing to help, Damian heard the shuffling in the living room, how could he not?

The way Grayson, or maybe, maybe, even Todd or Drake shot up to come over, but he couldn't face them at the moment, he couldn't let them know how foolish he was being.

Falling down the steps just because he was distracted, he knew better than that, he should know better than that.

He quickly pushed himself to his feet, rushing up to his room, it's not like he was hurt anyway, so it didn't matter.

Why would it matter?

He's fought through worse, he should be able to just walk through this, it was a fall, a stumble, nothing of importance, in the league it wouldn't have mattered, in fact he may have even been punished for it, for being imperfect, why were things so different here?

He didn't know what to do..it was all so different, he had been here long enough to be used to it, and he was, he was used to it but he couldn't be anymore, this was wrong, he was wrong, so, so wrong.

He was a failure, he was weak, he was something he shouldn't be, he was human, and oh, how scary that was...

Sat in front of the door, his bag dropping near him, his knees pulled up to his chest, he buried his face in his knees, his arms wrapped around himself.

Why was he doing this? It was pitiful, disgusting...if mother saw-

Mother wouldn't see, she didn't know, she couldn't know, he couldn't be punished if she never knew he was breaking a rule, it would be like all the other rules he's broken without her supervision.

No one could know about the weakness he was showing right now, it was pathetic, horrid, he was a terrible son, a terrible family member.

He was soiling the name of their family by being so weak, he wasn't supposed to be like this.

This isn't why he was born, he could never be a child, he had to be an heir.

A tear rolled down his cheek, falling and landing to the floor under him, he didn't cry loudly like most children his age do, it was silent, better that way.

But it wasn't best that way, he shouldn't be crying at all, he was not a child, he was an heir, he could not, even for a second risk falling that far.

Word count: 1422

[g1rlr0b1n]

Jon is sitting in the driver's seat of a car learning how to drive from Conner who's in the passenger seat, he's attempting to park. Tim and Damian are in the backseat, just along for the ride.

Conner: Just pull through Jon. There's no car in that spot

Jon: I don't think you're supposed to do that. The handbook says pull-through parking isn't safe

Damian: Tt, just pull through boyscout.

Jon: No Dami, I'm not gonna do it.

Conner: it's fine. Just pull out and repark, you're really crooked.

Jon nervous and panicking: I can't, I might hit the car next to me. I can't do it!

Damian rolling his eyes: can't pull through, can't pull out, what can you do Kent?

Tim: Gross

Conner: Nice...I mean gross

[theredcuyo]

Thinking about writting a little one shot where Tim and Kon switch little brother's for a few days just so we have a jelous Damian and Kon (Both of his brother and his Best friend)

So, the basic idea is that Tim is on Damiansitting duty because B and Dick are on an outworld emergency mission, Alfred is on vacation, Jason is out of the country with the outlaws and the girls laughed at him when he asked for help

Supes is also out ofc, and Lois is sick, with Ma offering to help her out, so Kon appoints himself to spent time with Jon

Damian isn't allowed on patrol without a Batman present, and Tim tried to make a deal with him so both of them went, but he refused to go with him so neither of them can really go out and he had to activate all the security in the manor and let the batcow into Damian's room just so he stayed inside, also Selina agreed to come visit with some of her cats. That helped

He called Kon to complain, and he's like "I'm literally doing the same, it can't be that hard, mine has not controlled superpowers and everything's fine"

So, they exchange brothers

Kon's had to held Damian mid air by the collar of his Robin suit at least four times by the second hour.

Tim and Jon are watching movies, and Tim's infodumping him on Nightwing stories, that Jon loves because that's his hero

[mikeluciraphgabe]

I don’t know what angst I like more

Tim going “oh Dick is my favorite Robin actually” and Jason being in genuine distress and feels his heart break and a lump form. It’s not like he should be Tim’s favorite- not after the tower.

Jason doesn’t hear the part where Tim goes “I just mentally outgrew the ‘Robin magic’ earlier than normal because of the way I grew up. Jason was still my Robin growing up but Dick was my magic Robin. So I guess they are both my favorite- but if had to give an answer, it would be Dick only cause I got to experience the magic part with him.”

Because, well, Jason is TIM’s Robin. Jason’s Robin was running around and saving the night when Tim was the age when Robin means the most to you. And, again, the magic part was gone, but god was J!Robin Tim’s.

Or

“Oh Jason was 100%. Jason was my Robin growing up.”

And Jason’s heart drops to his stomach because he doesn’t deserve that. He almost killed the kid. Hell, if Tim would have fought back that day, he would have.

Jason should be the farthest thing from Tim’s favorite. He should be below the last.

“While I didn’t experience the magic with him, I could still feel his energy and enthusiasm and whatever when he was Robin. He made me, a dumbass 8 year old, feel safe to run around and take pictures. Sure, Dick did, but I was a little too young to feel the safety part of it.” Is what Jason doesn’t hear.

Just Jason not knowing/feeling worthy that he is Tim’s favorite Robin.

[maybe-in-another-universe]

give me a bruce that not only grieves for his lost (and recently found) son but also for his well and living sons who he has irrevocably broken any semblance of a normal father/son relationship with. give me a bruce that struggles with his relationship with dick, son or soldier? his greatest achievement or greatest failure? give me a bruce struggling with the image of the much younger jason he knew vs the jason before him now. give a bruce who struggles with tim and what he is to him? is he his son or is he just a kid he took on and what if that answer is different than when they first met? how to repair that? give me a bruce who struggles to be a father to damian knowing that he failed the three boys who came before him? just give me a bruce wayne that struggles and maybe doesn’t make the right decisions but tries nonetheless.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

I've been on fire with these AUs lately, here's another smaller one:

Jason goes back in time, or, more accurately, gets thrown into a parallel timeline where he realizes he can change the course of this one.

It's right after he became Robin, so he doesn't have much to change yet. However, he actually does fight off some villains before the past Bats get there lol. Because Red Hood is as feral as the streets he was raised on, and you can't change that.

Anyway, he decides to go spy on past Tim. The kid who would grow up and 'replace' him.

.....

What kind of parents leave a baby three year old alone in the giant house for months with no one but some less-than-attentive servants? Also did this kid, this little kid, have no self preservation instincts? He forgot to eat or sleep a lot, dammit. Let alone with the whole roof-jumping things.

Jason cannot believe how just tiny his kid brother was back then. He's a bit smaller than he should be.

So this is why Tim acts like he does. Jason makes a mental note to be more... gentle, with his crazy kid brother when he gets back to his timeline.

Anyway, after watching Tim be emotionally neglected and just having no one and realizes that Tim lived like this for years before joining the Bats, Jason waits a bit so things have a chance to settle (And because he's still not sure), and when Tim is about five, he shadows the little guy as he wanders Gotham after the three Bats.

When Tim falls asleep on a random rooftop (he five in this, guys) in the freaking snow, Jason can't take it any longer.

He snatches the little guy off the rooftop, sneaks into the Batcave, and leaves tiny Tim there, with a small sticky note he steals and writes that this is the neighbours' kid who is being neglected (And if you want, abused) , and signs it off as 'Anonymous who totally didn't find this feral tiny gremlin on a rooftop and semi-kidnap him'.

Tiny Tim is so tired that he doesn't wake up during any of it lol.

Past Bruce, past Dick, and past Jason come back to see a little boy conked out in the Cave, a sticky note next to him saying that he's the neighbours' kid who is being neglected.

The note is signed 'Anonymous who totally didn't find this feral tiny gremlin on a rooftop and semi-kidnap him'.

Bruce notes that the tiny kid is rather small and thin, not to mention freezing.

Dick and Robin!Jason take one look at past Tim and go "he's ours now."

When Tim wakes up, he panics a bit and tries to bolt but Bruce catches him and soothes him and confirms that the kid's parents don't give a freaking thought about him.

In the next few months, it's surprisingly easy for Bruce get custody. Jason and Dick are delighted to have a new little bro.

Tim takes a while to get used to suddenly having a good dad and two awesome big bros.

Tim doesn't remember how he got into the Batcave- all he remembers is conking out on some snowy rooftop (Bruce was horrified by this) and being vaguely aware of being scooped up and carried.

All Tim remembers of whoever had taken him was that they were really big, had a leather jacket, and mumbled to him the whole way until he went back to full sleep again. Past Tim only vaguely remembers the person's (lol it was Older Jason) voice.

Jason-from-another-timelime watches in satisfaction from the shadows.

His work is done.

Later he also saves himself from the Joker and somehow escapes detection.

Then he gets back to his timeline because Flash finally found him.

He yells at his timeline's Tim, reveals to the rest of the Bats how bad it really was for Tim, and well, you can guess how that ends lol.

[littlelostbirdy]

Any fic recs for the "stay with me" thingy?? Where a character is passing out or dying or something and another is just like Please Don't and all that jazz - it doesn't have to be shipping! I'm loving family and found family stuff at the moment so any recs are welcome!!