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I was thinking about the plight of AI messing with my research and ability to sift through the internet when it hit me:

Would this affect Tim Drakes Detective skills?

(Personally, I think Oracle would make safe guards around her security and avoid that, but it wouldn’t affect her ability to hack into cameras and stuff.)

But imagine Tim researching through cold cases, finding an article with a similar name and….

It was completely AI generated. He spent hours trying to find the source, only to search up the website and URL to see that it was completely AI generated.

This happens again. And again. To the point that eight out of ten ‘finds’ lead back to ChatGPT. He has to create more and more blockers to weed out the sources connected to AI. But they keep coming. And now his research is at a standstill.

Cold cases remain closed as he peers through the library for the hard copies. No longer trusting the internet.

——

A few weeks later, Jason is investigating a call about a homeless person taking up residence in the library. He’s already discussed with Babs about placement options so the guy can have a real home, has a couple of flyers and some food to entice them out.

This would have been Cass’s job, but she’s trying to find an AWOL Tim who went off radar last week with the Cryptic message: “Recalibrating brain. Will rejoin once source information recovered. Damian is covering my shift.”

He climbs up to the offending alcove and finds troves of energy drinks, spread out papers with chicken scratch writing, and a frantic Tim Drake whose eyes are so sunk in that Jason thinks he’s half dead.

“Tim?”

A batarang shoots past his face in reply and Jason slowly lowers himself back down.

“I found Tim.” Jason tells the comms.

—-

After much talking and the help of the whole batfamily they talk Tim down and into a secure Dick Grayson hug hold where he promptly passes out.

When he recovers, they learn about the endless deluge of AI.

Bruce promises to work on more Anti-AI safeguards.

Jason, Cass and Steph look at each other, and back at Tim.

——

Taking down servers doesn’t break the ‘No-Kill Rule’ right? AI has no soul. Besides, it will help out Tim, he’s already peeking up at the idea.

Babs gives her approval.

“I won’t tell Bruce. Keep me in the loop.”

Duke promises to distract the Bat and fill in their patrols. Damian launches his most powerful distraction weopon: Bonding time.

Forty-Eight hours later Bruce finds them passed out in the family room while a blaring headline flashes across the TV.

DEATH OF AI: VIGILANTES DESTROY TECH SERVERS

(Strangely enough, only the artificial generating servers were affected. News reports this as a sign to put more focus onto analytical ai for cancer research.)

—-

Bruce adds another contingency plan and moves Cass and Duke up on the ‘Potential BatRogue’ chart. Stipulation: Will commit crimes for siblings. He’s not exactly disappointed. He’s more than impressed at Dukes ability to mimic his kids nighttime patrols routes.

He puts Tim next to Jason on the ‘Batrogues’ tracker. He knew this day would come. At least they didn’t kill anybody.

Steph has her own chart titled: ‘Enablers’. This chart was made her first month as Robin. Dick was on it briefly before he learned to set boundaries with Damian.

And, with much deliberation, he moves Damian on it as well. He may have the excuse of being ‘on patrol’, but Bruce knows Damian’s views. Plus that sudden inquiry to go to the zoo ‘father and son.’ And effective distraction.

Dick gets put in the ‘Informant’ category. A sad, sad place to be. Bruce shakes his head. He would rather his kids trust Dick with their plans, as a backup. He holds onto the hope that Dick helped Duke on patrols.

Bruce smiles. All in all, his family is getting along. There will be media backlash and lectures to be had, but he’s proud. They did good.

He closes the ‘Family Memories’ folder and gets back to work. He’s still Batman, after all.

——

In other words: what if Generative Artifical Intelligence was Tim Drakes breaking point?

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[cherubic-cherry]

Tim and Jason bonding

*Tim and Jason both sitting on the couch not talking*

Jason: Alright, this has been a total blast but I gotta head out *stands up before immediately being pulled back into his seat*

Jason: Tim?

Tim: Yes, Jason?

Jason: you’re holding my hand

Tim: No, I’m not

Jason: yes you are *raises his hand to show that Tim had interlocked their fingers*

Tim: oh

Jason: well you’re going to have to let go

Tim: okay

Jason: Tim?

Tim: yes, Jason?

Jason: you’re still holding my hand

Tim: I have no idea what you are talking about

Jason: I guess I’m just gonna have to chop my hand off

Tim: or you can just stay here

Jason: fine…d’you wanna watch a movie

Tim: can we watch the hobbit?

Jason, mockingly: ‘can we watch the hobbit’ of fucking course we can.

*turns on the hobbit as Tim cuddles closer to him*

[novadoesartforfun]

I woke up with inspiration to write something.

Take place after Bruce met Red Hood for the first time.

Bruce looks into the voice sync, Blood test and all that saw how Red Hood matches with Jason. And it broke him. He don't know how to react. His son is alive. He kept up the stoic face in front of shocked Alfred but inside he is breaking.

On his third meeting with Red Hood, he chased after him. They stopped in an alleyway ( could be the one where Jason stole the tires ). Red Hood started sprouting stuff about how his justice is flawed and all that but Batman wasn't listening. He just asked one thing..

"Jaylad...is...is it really you."... For the first time, he couldn't trust his researches. He need to see this for himself.

Red Hood was silent for a few second and removed his helmet. "Took you long enough, B."

[ Change POV to Red Hood ]

This is it. This is how he's gonna break the man that let him die. Or so he thought...he was expecting to see a Dark Knight that's will say some shit like how his style of Justice is wrong. How killing will just make more killer..A Dark Knight that does not care about family and only the mission..

But the Dark Knight took his mask off and all he saw was a broken father....a father that is now kneeling down and apologizing and..crying... how he failed to save his son, how he failed to avenge him.. how he tried so hard to kill Joker but was stopped ( dammit big blue )... This is not the Dark Knight that he's preparing weeks to fight...this is a broken father..... his..father..

He didn't know when but he was already in front Bruce's kneeling form.. For the first time, his Pit Rage isn't there, and he hug his father...

[ Change POV to Dick ]

He waited for Bruce as he Cave-sit with Alfred's dessert. When the batmobile rolled up, he wasn't expecting to see his Little Wing, coming out of the driver seat and dragging Bruce's sleeping body out of the car...

He don't know what to feel right now. As he dropped everything and run toward Little Wing... "Jason...Little wing..is that.."

"Yeah it's me Dickwards. Listen I need-". He didn't let him finished and hugged him. He need to apologize to him. Even if this is a dream, he need to do it.

Bonus :

After everything calmed down and family established Jason asked Dick or Babs for the recording of when Bruce almost nearly killed the Joker.

And he wasn't expecting see a different person..this was not his father or Dark Knight.. this was a broken man out for blood..and now..he started to question if he even want Bruce to kill Joker now.

Bonus, Bonus :

Jason sneaked into Titan Towers to meet his Replacement. The kid is good and he heard the real truth from his family instead of a lying mouth of Talia ( I am SelinaxBruce fan so sue me )

He was about to sneak behind the kid but he's sharp. Threw birdarangs at him and already in position to fight.

"You are Red Hood. How did a crime lord got in here!" Oh they forgot to update his file.

"Just wanted to see a person that allowed Bruce to give my suit some pants"

Jason and Tim talked after that. Jason thanked Tim for looking after Bruce and all that when Tim said "Guess you guys won't need me around now that you are back" Jason shut him down with how he's needed and he rather let Tim have the Robin title than someone else.

"You have no reason to be Robin. Both me and Dick had something to prove as Robin but you decided to be Robin because it's a right thing to do and to save Batman...and I think that's pretty cool of you, kid."

Tim sobs alittle "Thanks.....hey..can you help me with my essay..." "...Sure...Let me see..what the fu-. That's not how you open the essay!"

Cut to Kon coming to ask what Tim wants Dinner and only to see his friend ( crush ) having a study session with a crime lord. He just left cause he ain't dealing with that tonight.

[ Hey man I just want a happy Batfamily ]

[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date of creation: 25.03.2024

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Also, Thanksgiving with Jason I presume?:

[aprocessionofthoughts]

To Sleep

whumptober24 day 8- sleep deprivation fandom- batman tw- Dick mentions the rain which is a reference to the Tarantula incident, nothing about the incident is mentioned but stay safe my darlings summary- Dick can't sleep

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It’s raining, and Dick can’t sleep. He’s in the manor. He should be fine. It’s been years.

He should be fine.

He turns again in bed, throws the sheets off, then pulls them back on a few seconds later. He lays on his back and stares at his dark ceiling, then twists to lay on his side, then his stomach, then his side again. He fluffs his pillow, then tries laying down without it, then with two pillows.

He can’t sleep.

He presses a pillow against his face. He wants to scream into it, but in a family of vigilantes even a muffled scream won’t go unnoticed.

He tries doing the fibonacci sequence in his head but only makes it to 10946 before his mind wanders off. Counting sheep has never worked because his mind has always taken it as a challenge to see how far he can go.

He rolls over and grabs his phone, hoping soothing music will help.

He’s still restless. He gets up, goes to the bathroom and takes a drink of water from the cup on his bedside table. He sits on the edge of the bed and tries some mindful breathing and thought clearing exercises.

He can’t stop thinking about everything bad that’s happened, about all his mistakes.

He shakes his head hoping to dispel the negative thoughts, he whispers ‘shut up, shut up, shut up’ to himself in the darkness. Why won’t his mind shut up? 

He’s tired. He wants to sleep. Why can’t he sleep?

He flops back into bed, pulls the sheets up, tosses them off. He groans as he immediately feels chilled and has to pull the sheets back on.

Why can’t he–

His door creaks open and he freezes, holding his breath.

“–go of me, Todd! I will gouge out your eyes and shove them down your throat!’ 

Dick starts to sit up, because what is happening–

Then a body falls on top of him, and Dick can’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around the person on top of him. Damian. It’s Damian that Jason seems to have dropped on top of him.

“Wha–” he starts to say, but Jason interrupts.

“Could hear you tossing and turning from my room.”

Dick feels embarrassment heat his cheeks. “Sorry, I–”

“Shut it.” Jason says.

Damian is surprisingly quiet. Dick shifts, he tries to let go of Damian, but his arms won’t listen. “Sorry, Dami, you don’t have to stay.”

“Tt.” Damian squirms on top of him, and Dick’s heart rate spikes thinking he’ll leave him. But Damian settles again so he’s only half laying on Dick. “I do not mind.” he says. “Afterall, you have to sleep so that you can have the energy to keep up with me on tomorrow’s patrol.”

Dick’s eyes water slightly, and he squeezes Damian tighter.

“Well, now that my good deed of the week is done…” Jason says, and Dick’s eyes dart to him.

He manages to extract an arm from where it’s curled around Damian. He extends his hand to his little brother. Jason hesitates, and Dick pulls up his best puppy dog eyes until Jason relents.

“Fine.” Jason lays down on the very edge of the bed, but Dick extends an arm, wraps it around Jason and pulls him closer.

This is nice. Dick’s got two of his brothers here with him. He closes his eyes.

He still hasn’t fallen asleep yet when he hears his door creak open again. He cracks his eyes open to see two faces peak in. Dick smiles gently and extends a hand toward Tim and Steph. They slink in quietly crawling onto the bed, and Dick’s only regret is that he doesn't have enough arms to hug them all at the same time.

He feels himself sinking deeper into rest when the door creaks open again. This time Cass comes in dragging Duke behind her. She smiles gently at him before they’re both climbing onto the bed as well.

Dick’s heart could burst from joy. All his siblings, here together with him.

Like this, he can rest.

He feels sleep pulling at him. His door creaks open again, but he’s too tired to open his eyes. He feels a hand run fingers through his hair, scratching soothingly at his scalp. Bruce presses a kiss to his forehead.

“Love you, chum.” 

Dick feels him pull away and darts out a hand to grab his wrist.

He hears a soft chuckle, but then the bed dips, and the hand returns to his hair.

“Go to sleep.” his dad whispers.

And here, surrounded by his family, Dick finally does.

[charlieeenby]

whumptober '24

day 24: collapsed building/lyric

what would you do for your family? for your home? Duke has to answer that question.

warnings and tags: canon typical violence, hurt duke, duke saves gotham (and the world) collapsed building, angst, some sibling bonding, good sibling jason todd, mention of injury but nothing graphic

His ears were ringing. Everything hurt and his ears were ringing, which was all he seemed to be able to focus on. But, after a… well, he didn’t know how long, but after some period of time, he started to get his awareness of the world back.

At first, he could feel nothing but pain, but now he could feel the pinch of his body armor from an awkward position and what he assumed to be a rock pressing into his back. Then he could feel a chill in his bones, which wasn’t good.

He didn’t get cold, why was he cold?

Duke’s suit was ruined, not that he really noticed. He was more focused on the giant demon destroying Gotham, and also, coming straight at him for another fight. One Duke didn’t think he could win.

As he stood there, teeth gritted in determination, he thought of his parents. Bruce made sure they were well taken care of, in a home more than qualified to do so. And Duke was grateful for that, for everything he’d gained since Bruce took him in. But he missed them. Missed the life he had before him, before Batman, before Signal. Before Bruce.

And as he stared down this demon, he remembered when his powers first appeared, the day he lost his parents.

He remembered laying on the ground and staring up at the sky. All he’d been able to think was “I never knew daylight could be this violent.” though, that was before he’d realized that the daylight he was seeing was him, was his abilities coming to life to save his.

It came to him then, how to stop this demon. So, he took every last ounce of strength in his body, and pulled light into him as the demon came to a stop in front of him.

Then he became the sun, expelling light, more than he’d ever done before and brighter than he ever had. And he killed the demon, though he did cause a few buildings to collapse, the force of his light too strong. Then he promptly blacked out, falling with the building he’d been standing on.

Duke frowned, still not understanding why he was so cold. Was it because he’d used his powers so intensely? Was he dying? Was he already dead, but been unable to come to terms with it?

He decided that whatever the case was, he needed to get up. That would answer his questions, or at least rule out him being dead.

So he gritted his teeth, and tried to roll over, crying out as fire licked up his back, but managed to get onto his belly. “Dad!” he sobbed. He didn’t know who he was calling for.

Slowly, he forced himself to get onto his hands and knees, then to stand up. When he turned around, his body wasn’t laying in the ruble, so he wasn’t dead, which, in the grand scheme of things, seemed good.

Now to get out.

Over the course of a few hours, which he knew because he kept checking his watch, he managed to climb and dig his way out of the collapsed building. When he stumbled onto the street, he sat down on a piece of rubble and waited for someone to find him.

As he sat, he realized he was still cold. In fact, he was shivering. So he tried to draw his powers up because they always warmed him up when he used them.

But they didn’t come.

Nothing happened.

Why wasn’t anything happening?

Duke started to hyperventilate, panic filling his mind. Why didn’t they work? They came from a genetic variation, it wasn’t like they could be taken. At least, he didn’t think they could.

As he stared at his hands, trying to calm down and think, the world started to flicker around the edges, and he looked up, shadows dancing in all the wrong ways. Then the shadows receded, disappeared.

A flash of light, blinding him.

Duke was standing on a building in a ruined suit, staring down a rampaging demon.

Oh.

He’d been seeing the future. If he used his powers like that, if he became the sun, he’d kill the demon, but he’d lose his powers somehow. That part wasn’t as clear, but he knew that’s what would happen.

“Signal, do you copy?” Batman’s voice over comms startled Duke a bit.

“Yeah, I copy. What’s wrong?”

“The demon. Can you see it?”

Duke looked up. “Yeah, I can.” Glancing around, he found street signs. “It’s heading down Main. I’m on the corner of Main and 22nd.”

“Get outta there, Signal!” Nightwing’s voice was loud, scared. “We can’t beat it!”

But he could. He could kill the demon and he knew this part of the city had already been evacuated. There’d be no deaths, maybe a few injuries, minus himself.

And if he had to lose his powers to save the world, he’d do it. Batman, his brothers, his sisters, they all defended Gotham without powers. He’d be fine.

“I can.” he said quietly. “B, a couple buildings are going to collapse. It’ll take me a few hours to get out, but I’ll be okay.” Duke didn’t mention the part where he’d lose his powers.

He heard yelling over the comms, but ignored it, pulling light into his body, so much more than he’d ever done before, and then, he did what he’d done when he’d seen the future.

He became the sun.

Almost four hours later, Duke dug himself out of a collapsed building, and was met by Red Hood, which surprised him. “Hood?” he croaked.

“Signal.” Jason whispered and pulled Duke into a hug, carefully holding him to his chest. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

Duke was pretty sure Jason was comforting both of them, but he didn’t care. His brother was here and he was alive and he was okay.

“Where’s B?” he mumbled after a beat.

“Helping to pick up the city. I volunteered to wait for you. Scared the shit out of us, kid.” Jason said, voice gentle.

“Thanks.”

“You’re my brother. And...and I know what it’s like to dig yourself out of a grave.”

He did, didn’t he? “Thank you.” Duke said again, pulling back to look at Jason. “Can we go home?”

“Yeah, course we can, kiddo.” Jason pulled Duke with him, and once they were both settled on his bike, he sped off towards the cave, Duke pressed against his back.

And as they drove through Gotham, Duke knew that no matter what happened, he’d be okay.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.

Chapters: 15/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Fifteen: Back of the Closet (Jason's POV)

Every day after I finished dropping Terry off, I spent a few minutes getting Avery-Marie cleaned up for dinner, and I checked on Andrew in his room. He’d taken up painting as a hobby, and he rarely came out of his room for anything. It was our normal. I knocked on the door frame, and Andrew looked up from his painting. “Whatcha working on, Drewby?” I asked. 

“Mom’s garden,” Andrew answered. I sat beside him, rustling a hand through his hair, and I kissed his temple. It’d been two years, and I still couldn’t get past the joy I felt looking at his face every day. “How was your day? Is your friend’s son okay?” 

“Uh-huh… I’m worried Powers is after him because of something his father found out… I’m gonna have someone look into it,” I answered. Andrew looked at me. 

“Are you gonna put the helmet back on?” Andrew questioned. I shook my head. 

“I don’t want to. I wanna see if the authorities can suss this out without help… Did you go to therapy today?” I questioned. Andrew nodded. I never pushed him to talk about it, but he’d tell me sometimes if he was in the mood to talk. Andrew continued to work on his painting. 

“I talked about you today… And Mom… Why weren’t you and Mom getting along?” What happened?” Andrew asked. It was a long time coming, but I was surprised he finally asked me about it. 

“It was my fault… I didn’t pay enough attention to her, and I never listened to her pleas about making nice with your grandfather. She just wanted me to work through my trauma. And I wanted to close it off and pretend it didn’t matter,” I answered, “Your mother was the sweetest woman I ever met. She was a good wife and an amazing mother. We weren’t gonna divorce… I would’ve stayed with her forever if I could’ve.”

Andrew smiled. I’d been seeing a lot more of that recently. Avery-Marie finished taking her bath, and she knocked on the door. “Uncle Andy,” Avery-Marie whispered as she knocked on the door. “Uncle Andy, can I show you something?” 

Andrew stopped painting, handed me his brush, and he let Avery-Marie in. He never turned her away. Even on his bad days, he gave her his full attention, showering her with love and affection like he used to do with Maggie. He picked her up and kissed her cheek. “What is it, Sugar Plum?” Andrew asked. 

“I made you something,” Avery-Marie whispered. She always whispered to him. He set her down, and she ran to grab her backpack before returning with a handmade suncatcher. “Grandpa put his present in the car.” 

Andrew opened his window and taped it there. “Wow. Thank you so much, Avie. Every time it’s sunny, I’ll be able to open my curtains and see the rainbow. This is so nice,” Andrew grinned. 

“I’m gonna start dinner,” I whispered to excuse myself. Andrew would help Avery-Marie with her homework while I cooked. It always calmed my nerves. I liked dinnertime. It was the only time I had to clear my head and focus on a single task. I didn’t have to think about Abigail surrendering custody of Avery-Marie to me. I didn’t have to think about Michael being tangled up in the magic scene in Louisiana. I didn’t have to think about Andrew’s agoraphobia. When I cooked, it was just me and the stove. Today, I made burgers and french fries. It was Avery-Marie’s favorite. I brought our meal to Andrew’s bedroom, and we ate at the little table by his closet. Avery-Marie sat on my knee while we ate. Andrew took his pills with dinner. After dinner, I put a movie on for Avery-Marie, and Andrew took a nap beside her. 

**

When nighttime came, Andrew listened to the police scanner before bed. “That’s a code I haven’t heard in a while,” Andrew whispered. 

“What’s that, Drew?” I questioned. 

“The code for masked vigilantes. At Wayne Powers on the roof. Do you think it’s Grandpa?” Andrew asked. I shook my head. “Dad?”

“It’s Terry,” I answered. There was no doubt or hesitation in me when I said it. It had to be Terry, and I felt my blood run cold. Andrew frowned and nodded at me. 

I shook my head, feeling torn between my duty to Warren and his family, and my duty to my family. It felt like the same thing. Warren, Mary, Terry, and Matt felt like family… But Andrew grabbed my hand. “You stepped away because you didn’t want to hurt kids… Now you have the chance to save one. Go ahead, Dad,” Andrew reassured me, “Don’t be gone too long, or I’ll call Uncle Dick.”

“Uncle Dick is in California,” I whispered before kissing his forehead, “Comms are in my bedroom.” 

I left the room and got dressed in the last model of my costume. I hadn’t worn it since the kids were babies. They knew about it. That wasn’t a secret to them. 

I took my motorcycle through the old passageways to get there faster, and I could tell from the sound of the security guards that Terry was there already. I turned comms on, calling straight to the cave like old times, hoping someone was on the other line. “Anyone on the line?” I questioned. 

“Hood?” Bruce’s voice half-exclaimed on the other line. 

“What’s his location and why would you let him wear the—?” I heard a gunshot and a hissing noise before looking up to see Terry in the Batman suit tailing a plane. “He can’t do this on his own—.” 

“The kid is in the suit against my wishes… But he’s got it under control. He’s got a natural talent for this… Go home, Hood. Stepping in now would only jeopardize his safety. Unless you’d like to talk about—.” 

“Listen here, you sick old man. I’m only coming there, so I can chew you out for allowing this curse to take another kid,” I whispered. The drive to the cave felt like it took an eternity, but it was only a few minutes. Bruce sat in his chair, looking more alive than I’d seen him in years. He had a distinct twinkle in his eye. I hadn’t seen that in him since I was a little boy. 

“He said he’s heading straight home… I didn’t know he was one of your kids. If I did, I wouldn’t have hit him so hard when I caught him down here. What’s your opinion on his mental state?” Bruce asked. 

I couldn’t lie to him. “Terry craves adrenaline, and he’s smart… Intuitive and compassionate. He has a record and a past, but that’s not reflective of how strong his conscience is. Terry feels guilty for things that he’s done, and he has a strong desire to set things right even if they seem completely out of his control. He’s deeply empathetic… More than anyone I’ve ever seen, and I originally planned on partnering him up with a defense attorney before I took a step back from work two years ago… I’m not gonna be able to talk him out of this, am I? And I can’t tell his mother. That’d kill her,” I answered. 

“He reminds me of you… He’s got a smart mouth, but I think that comes with being a teenager,” Bruce replied. 

“You like him… You lonely old—. You want him back here, don’t you?” I questioned. 

“This city’s falling apart. I think he’s fresh, and I appreciate his raw talent. If you say no, I’ll respect that—.” 

“But he won’t. I know how this works,” I interrupted. I wanted to blame Bruce this time, but I knew it was as much his curse as mine.

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[everwalldigan]

I love the idea of all the robins kinda being clones of each other with just a few differences and a concussed Bruce not being able to tell who he’s squinting at so he just says generic statements and avoids saying any names

Bruce (sitting at the breakfast table): so… how’s the weather… dick?

Jason (grinning): you do know I’m gonna hold this against you for like, the next 2 months right

Bruce: (groans into his hands)

Bruce (walking into the living room): hey have you read through the files I gave you yesterday?

Dick: (confused cause he took a day off to surprise Bruce) ?

Bruce: so?

Dick: er… no?

Bruce: Dick?? What are you doing here?

Bruce (walks into the kitchen with a fresh concussion): Jason? I thought you were on a mission with the outlaws?

Tim: (frozen through mid fridge raid, having assumed they were past Bruce calling him Jason since yk. He’s a shit brickhouse now and Tim is, well, obviously not): uh?

Bruce: *turns around and leaves*

Bruce: Oh hey Cass, when did you arrive from Babs’?

Damian: (slowly turns around in the black hoodie he’s wearing) we’re not even the same gender

Bruce: (under his breath) yeah but the same height

[love-laugh-daydreamarevolt]

But consider. He spent years not having enough to eat. He never knew what would be on the table so he never managed to become a picky eater. And his siblings know that. They know he loves cooking but he doesn't care what he eats because food was something that was out of his reach for so long. So sometimes, when they think he doesn't notice, Damian orders a large bowl of soup he'd never eat so his big brother can. Tim thinks chocolate tastes like ash but he'll buy a gigantic freaking Hershey's bars just to give to his big brother.

Jason is the kind of brother that would take any food the others don’t want and eat it.

Dick doesn’t want his second milkshake he ordered because he’s got a small appetite? Jason will take it, it’s a milkshake and he’s got a sweet tooth.

Tim doesn’t want the half a chili bowl he got but can’t eat because of the spice? Jason will eat it, he’s totally a guy who loves spicy food.

Steph doesn’t want her peanut butter and jelly because she starts to get a rash from the peanuts? Jason will eat it while he drives to get her some lotion.

Damian doesn’t want the chicken soup he was served by accident and he most definitely did not order? Jason will take it, he knows good soup when he sees it and won’t let it go to waste.

Duke doesn’t want the lobster he got because he doesn’t know how to eat fancy food ‘properly’? Jason will take it, he doesn’t care about being proper. It’s a dead crustacean what’s it gonna do.

Jason is a cool big bro (or little bro for Dick) that isn’t picky with his food and will gladly take your leftovers or unwanted meals.

[sidewalk-cracks]

The batkids encountering distressed children and calling them "sweetheart", subconsciously mimicking how Bruce would and will call them sweetheart when they're distressed, and not even realizing it?? Don't speak to me. I can't.

[freedom-of-speech333]

Fanart based on This Amazing Fanfic

And here’s the link to my AO3 posting of this art

Fanart titled “Give You My Lungs So You Can Breathe”

[cherubic-cherry]

Tim shuffled away to get behind him as quietly as he could, which Tim thought was pretty quiet. He glared up at the Flonase above him, just a bit less than a foot out of reach. He still had the chance of being able to jump and knock it off the shelf which would in turn immediately get the other man’s attention.

He could try to grab some cans or find some type of step stool to boost himself up but that again would get the man’s attention. He looked at the man again, looking down at his bandages, the darkened blood that oozed out of his hand and seeped through the gauze.

Tim had gotten a cut on his hand once after tripping on asphalt and trying to catch himself. He could remember how difficult it was to hold his camera or his books, it couldn’t have felt much better to carry a basket.

He trailed his eyes back up to his face where his blue eyes were pointed right at him.

“Do you need any help with your basket?” Tim blurted in a panic. He had to stop himself from slamming his head into his hand.

He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that talking to strangers was the definition of a bad idea, but the hunger was eating away at his brain cells.

The man gave him a look, a well-deserved look, he looked even more confused than Tim was. He looked down at Tim then at the Flonase beside his head and then back to Tim.

“Sorry, I should just mind my business. I just mean -never mind, I’m so sorry- I should not have bothered you-” he started off. Tim should know better than to bug strangers, especially criminal strangers.

“Can you even reach the shelves? You’re like five.”

It was a good thing Tim didn’t have any proof this man was a criminal, or else he would’ve immediately called the cops on him. If Tim’s Father were here he would laugh and tell him that this is what he deserved for bothering strangers.

“ I’m nine,” Tim corrects. He hated to correct people, most times it made people irritable and annoyed but there was no way this guy seriously thought Tim was a five-year-old.

Most people assume he’s younger than he is but still, it stays around the seven-eight range, at youngest six. He must have been baiting him, or using a hyperbole to drive the insult in.

“There’s no way, you’re seven tops.”

“No I’m nine,” Tim insisted again.

“I don’t believe you.”

“ There are people who don’t think the earth is round, that doesn’t make it not true.”

That gained Tim a laugh, not a soft chuckle that he receives out of politeness from others when he’s being ‘weird’, but a gruff, spontaneous laugh that makes him jump back from the sound.

“Your hand is hurt. It’s bleeding. I can help hold the basket. Even five-year-olds can could a basket."He didn’t mean to use his ‘smart-ass tone’ as his father would put it but it came out subconsciously.

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the reason I hate the "Tim doesn't trust Dick after Damian/spyral/ric" is because they are besties your honour.

Like there's a post going around that I cannot for the life of me find that says Dick is Tims trusted adult and they are so right fr ong.

Because despite what Fanon believes Dick is a pretty chill guy and people take one look at him and go "let me unload my emotional baggage on you"

There's like a very famous panel (that im too lazy to find or remember the name of the run its in okay don't yell at me) where Tim basically goes "soooo my girlfriends pregnant" and Dick nearly falls off the roof.

Tim is calling Dick for the dumbest shit imaginable to the world ending and so are the rest of the batkids.

so I have taken the Canon that Dick knows if not all but most and generalised it to hell.

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Jason has been on a team with like 80% of OG titan members

they're having gossip session

Jason in a war zone dodging bullets with his bat travel mug in his hand: And THEN! Kori and Roy shared this look and you know the look they give you when they're judging you for bat reasons and you're like tell me why you're mad I was raised by a crazy person my normal levels are skewed.

Dick in NYC with a blueberry bagel In one hand, his Turkish coffee in another, just finished meeting up with Donna who gave him THAT exact look: No REALLLLL why are they like that, just tell me which one of the creepy traits I internalised as a child is bothering you.

Jason: omg you get it anyway so I grab the bomb and start playing soccer with it because its round and im bored and starfire takes it away like idk what im doing? bro ive been bombed I know how to work with a bomb..

Dick: hmmm and then what happened

Jason: and then.....

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Tim: Dickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Dick: yea Tim

Tim: Kon is being a dick

Dick: oh?

Tim: yeah and its really starting to bother me man

Dick who knows Kon is dead and Tim is either hallucinating or drugged to be more susceptible to manipulation and is already on his way: hmm tell me more babybird whys he upsetting my lil brother

Tim about to tell Dick what is a fever dream bc he contracted pneumonia and is loopy off his ass on painkillers:

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steph does this more with babs in the hero scene but its just... so easy and totally gets into the habit of it after Dick is her Batman for a bit and now she uses him as her civilian life therapist

Steph on her way back from campus: and then this bitch looks me up and down and pours her coffee cup down my shirt!

Dick on his way back to blud after decking bruce in the face: hold on hold on hold on she did what??

Steph nodding vigorously even though he can't see her: pulls my whole ass sweater away from my body and pours her peats coffee down my goddamn shirt Dick.

Dick: omg she didnt

Steph still nodding: she DID and then I found out from Jonny who found out from Vivian that someone told her I made out with her boyfriend at Leos house party

Dick who has no idea who any of these people are: wait but you were at Leos for like an hour max last week. we has smoothies after.

StepH: exactly so I had proof that I wasn't there and confronted her and went like. I don't want your crusty ass alt white boy whose favourite 'indie' band is the neighbourhood. I dated Tim fucking Drake the OG crusty ass white boy and I don't do repeats

Dick choking on his coffee:

Steph: anyway we are besties now and planning on getting her boyfriend back because apparently he cheated on her with this drop dead gorgeous girl and im high key a lil complimented she thought we were the same person.

Dick who initially called for casework and is actually so happy one of the people he calls siblings is actually like living a life outside of vigilantism: tell me more

Steph: you sound a little teary

dick: don't worry about it

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Damian: Richard

Dick: Damian

Damian: so I might be skipping patrol with father

Dick:? what you love patrol??

Damian: and school

Dick: Dames? what's going on:? is everything okay? you can talk to me

Damian: I am volunteering at a hospital

Dick: kid

Damian: Listen before you sAY anything I know what we do is important but I think I can help in another way and -

Dick had brown parents and was training for the olympics at 8, totally knows what its like to have insane expectations and rebel with a day job: kid kid calm down okay? you wanna be a doctor? is that it?

Damian: well? I dont really know but I just? there has to be another way to help people. besides what we do I mean-

Dick: Alfred left me Thomas waynes journals I initially thought they were to bash your fathers head in when he was being stupid but it seems the old man was looking out for us. Wanna take a stab at your other grandpas legacy when you come over next weekend. I'll tell Bruce we patrolled so you get a few more days off.

Damian: you're the best

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

There's something about Tim that has always slightly unnerved Bruce.

That's not to say he doesn't truly love him, the little Robin who dragged him kicking and screaming from the edge, who reminds him everyday he has to be better.

Yet something in his eyes always makes him hesitate.

Watching him solve cases connect dots that even Bruce at his most able couldn't hope to understand.

Watching him fight it's calculated every move planned but executed with a grace that would make ballerinas jealous.

He couldn't identify it the greatest detective stumped by his own son until one day when he walked down to the cave.

His eldest sparing with Tim it was beautiful moves that he could never replicate they worked as if they were one. Escrima quickly blocked by a bow staff, every single move perfectly executed.

It felt like for once he could see clearly the thing that had made him so uncomfortable brought forth a fear that was so instinctual.

It was Dick.

The same moves, the quiet grace the deadly motions, even the anger.

A perfect copy a clone couldn't even hope to achieve.

He stays so still almost frozen afraid to catch the predators attention.

As Tim ends it heading to the showers his eyes drift meeting Dick's.

A smile that before he would call kind he can't help but see almost a sadistic undertone like a animal playing with it's food.

He breaks first, hair standing on end as he heads back up into the manor.

He should do something, but he can't whatever monsters that are his sons he decides to turn a blind eye.

To let the tigers play he knows he is beaten that if he were to try anything his blood would stain his eldest's chin.

But a darker deeper part of Bruce recognizes the same look he ignores in the mirror.

The look that both Jason and Damian try so hard to replicate.

He has never consciously favored his children but as he erases contingencies and allows full access to a network he had never shared with anyone before he can't help but feel a tide changing.

Sitting the next morning at the table secrets smiles shared between him and his sons. Jealously crossing theirs brothers eyes he wants to cackle, scream but it's time he returns the loyalty that they have bled.

After all what's some secrets between Kings and crowned princes.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Safehouse

whumptober24 day 10- soured words, blow to the head fandom- batman tw- mentioned blood/injury but only barely summary- Tim climbs in through the window and promptly trips over nothing. The ground is nice. He doesn't need to get up.

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Tim stumbles into the closest safe house. He groans as he climbs in through the window and trips over nothing.

The ground is nice. He doesn’t need to get up.

But he needs to close and lock the window. He groans with his face pressed into the floor. He puts his hands underneath him and tries to shove to his feet.

His arms shake, he only manages to make it to his knees. He knows he’s leaving bloody smears on the floor, but he doesn't care. He shuffles around on his knees so he’s facing the window. He slides it shut then locks it.

He leans against the wall, panting. That took way too much effort.

He needs to clean his injuries, but it’s hard enough to keep from passing out.

He’s not familiar with this particular safe house, but there should be a first aid kit in the bathroom.

The bathroom that is much too far away.

Maybe his injuries will heal on their own.

His head dips forward. He’s so tired.

He jolts, accidentally slamming his head against the wall. Great. Another blow to the head to add to all his other injuries. Wonderful. He definitely needs to make his concussion worse.

He mostly feels numb, which on an intellectual level, he knows is bad. The cuts across his torso and back are still bleeding. He thinks some of them might need stitches. He avoids thinking about how he’s going to treat the ones on his back.

Stupid Penguin goons. Stupid Penguin who knew to disable his comm and panic button before he had his goons beat Tim up. At least he got away. 

This safehouse must have a phone somewhere. He needs to find it. He needs to treat his injuries. But to do that he needs to get up, and the floor is very comfy. 

He feels unconsciousness pull at him again. He will not pass out. He will not pass out. He will not. He will–

Something heavy lands on the fire escape and the window slides open. Someone climbs into the apartment, and Tim holds himself very still. Light glints of the figure's helmet. Then they freeze and scan the room. His glowing eyes land on Tim.

“What the sh–” Jason pauses as if expecting Alfred to pop up from somewhere with his eyebrow of disappointment and his swear jar held out. Alfred has trained them too well. “What are you doing in my apartment, Replacement?” he growls.

“Just chillin’” Tim says, but he’s honestly not sure how understandable it was. He’s pretty sure he’s slurring his words. He blinks tiredly at Jason. Will he kick him out? Will he toss him out the window? Tim’s not sure he’ll make it to the next safehouse if that happens.

“Just… chilling’?” Jason asks. 

Oh. Good. He did understand him.

“So, that’s not blood you’re covered in?”

Tim doesn’t answer. Why would he when the answer is obvious, and he’s too out of it to come up with a funny quip.

Jason sighs. “Come on, then. Can’t have you dying in my safehouse. Dick would never forgive me.”

Tim snorts. 

“You’re right. The real tragedy is that Alfred would neve give me anymore cookies.” Jason says as he bends down to pick Tim up.

Tim wants to protest. He doesn’t need to be carried. But as Jason lifts him, Tim’s head swims with wooziness.

Jason sets him on the couch and goes to fetch his first aid kit.

He works in silence, tending to Tim’s wounds, and Tim’s grateful. He doesn’t have the energy for a conversation.

He lets himself drift without falling asleep. 

Jason will take care of him.

He’s safe here.