#oh boy guess it's time to make Dick need Batman and Robin like Batman needs Batman and Robin

[charismabee]

Stupid idea but

Time Travel 'Fix It' but the person who's sent back is Tim just after Jason's death and his grand plan is to make sure Dick never stops being Robin. In his mind this solves all the problems.

Batman still has a Robin (which he obviously needs!)

2. Jason doesn't die (good for him!)

3. Dick is Robin forever (yay!!)

Trust him guys he's got this. The Universe chose him for a reason. He's going to go to every length to ensure his genius plan and nothing will go wrong.

[wow-thisismylifeiguess]

Cryptid Bruce

Martha and Thomas Wayne struggled to have a child for years and Thomas meets a shady man who tells him that a child will come to them soon

Thomas just ‘??? okaaaaaay’s him but in a week, Martha bursts into his office looking frazzled

“We’re being haunted.”

“….”

“Don’t give me that look, Thomas Wayne. The Manor. It’s haunted. Alfred! Tell him we’re being haunted!”

And Alfred comes in, also looking frazzled but to a lesser degree.

The two explain that things are moving around the Manor without any kind of explanation, but Thomas doesn’t believe them. Until he notices things in his office also being moved. The weirdest event is when they start hearing a child’s giggles. No explanation. None.

Not until Thomas, sleep deprived after going over paperwork for one too many hours, pops into the kitchen and…there is a child. Sitting on the kitchen counter.

The child, a boy, turns. Grins. Waves.

“Hi, daddy.”

—

Bruce, they name him, can melt into shadows. He finds it hilarious. Martha thinks she’s going to go grey at her young age. She adores him. Thomas adores him. He’s their son now.

The Waynes have a mysterious child, but they keep their private lives very private, so maybe they just successfully hid a pregnancy? And then a child. For…three years. They think Bruce is three, at least.

Despite how odd of a child Bruce is, they love him dearly. He’s some kind of miracle. A…very weird, possibly magical(?) miracle.

—

Dick thinks his adoptive father is strange. Extremely strange. Bruce makes absolutely no noise when he moves. He doesn’t cast shadows but he seemingly is able to *blend into them*. His smile, whilst genuine, seems a little too sharp.

He thinks he’s a vampire.

Bruce laughs so hard, he doubles over.

“No, but I am the Batman, so I guess you’re not far off.”

“…is this a joke?”

“Nope.”

“A dream?”

Bruce pinches him and Dick yelps.

Bruce doesn’t explain to Dick what he is, because he doesn’t have a clue himself. He just…is.

—

But when Jason comes along, he has a million and one questions. Bruce blinks at him.

“How did you do that? You literally *melted* into the shadows!”

Bruce shrugs.

“No. *No*. Explain.”

“I…can’t.”

“You said no secrets, B!”

Bruce puts his hands up defensively. “It’s not a secret! I really don’t know! It just…kind of happens.”

Jason stares at him. Bruce stands there. He seems to flicker? The edges of his body go a bit transparent and Dick knows he only does that when he’s stressed.

“Leave him alone, Jay. He’s telling the truth. He’s just…like that. But he’s still Bruce.”

It takes Jason two months to accept it. By then, his questions are more from genuine intrigue and wonder. He hides under Batman’s cape and somehow it’s spacious? It can even fit Dick at the same time. No one (but Bruce) can even hear them when they’re under there.

And then one day, when he goes to take a nap under Bruce’s cape, someone else is there.

“….B?”

“…”

“You know what I’m going to ask.”

“…”

“*Bruce*.”

“No real names, Robin.”

“No one can hear me!”

“…I didn’t kidnap him.”

“What his name?”

“Timothy Drake.”

“FROM DRAKE INDUSTRIES?”

And Tim wakes up, rubbing his eyes. He looks exhausted and way too skinny, and all of a sudden, Jason understands why Dick has cooed at him the first night Bruce brought him home.

“Um…hi.”

“B, we’re keeping him.”

Jason doesn’t need to see Bruce’s face to know he’s smiling.

—

Damian just…appears. Bruce suddenly understands his parents’ reactions to his first appearance because nearly the same exact thing happens. Bruce wakes up from a nap. He doesn’t need to sleep very often, something Tim finds incredibly annoying, declaring it to be *unfair*. He wakes up, and curled against his chest is…a boy. Who looks a *lot* like him.

“Uh.”

The child wakes up, blinks at him w striking green eyes.

“Hello Father.”

What the fuck.

Dick slams his way into Bruce’s office, followed by Jason and Tim, who are bickering with each other.

“DAAAAAAAD, THEY WON’T SHU- oh. Steal another kid?”

“…he just appeared.”

“That’s the excuse you used for Jason.”

“No. Literally. I fell asleep. No kid. Woke up. Kid.”

“My name is Damian.”

“That’s no fair. You came pre-named?”

Damian is as odd as Bruce. Actually, he’s weirder. And stabby. Bruce finds him *delightful*. He adores him.

—

Dick is Nightwing, Jason is Red Hood (no death, he just thought it was a cool name), Tim is Red Robin, and Damian’s Robin.

Bruce is Batman. Despite being in his late 30s, he still looks like he’s in his mid 20s.

—

Batman stands in front of a bank robber who’s going on about their evil bank robbing plans. Nightwing pops his head out from beneath Batman’s cape.

“Can you get to the point?”

Red Hood pops out next.

“I’m getting bored.”

Red Robin follows.

“This is sad.”

Damian.

“Scum.”

Batman sighs.

“Why are all of you here?”

“Missed you.”

They all chime in.

The robber.

“How…how the *fuck-?*”

“Language. There are kids around.”

“B, I’m 23.”

“Says the boy taking a nap in my cape. And I was talking about Red Robin and Robin.”

“…’s comfy.”

“I’m eighteen???”

“F- Batman! I am not a child!”

There’s some shuffling sounds, no doubt Red Hood moving over to ruffle Robin’s hair.

“Whatever you say, Tiny Demon.”

And then Red Hood shrieks.

“No stabbing your brothers, Robin.”

“He called me small!”

“…you are.”

“This is insulting, F- Batman. I will grow to be as big as you. No. *Bigger*.”

The robber watches in confusion, mild amusement, and horror.

Batman sighs.

“We’ll talk about this later. Now, you were saying? Blowing up the bank, terrorizing the people.” Batman yawns. “Anything else?”

“Just take me to Arkham. I think I’m insane.”

[incorrectbatfam]

What is bring your dad to school day like? Bonus of Bruce bringing Alfred?

[at recess]

8-year-old Dick: Let's play pretend! You be Batman and I'll be Robin.

Bruce: ...

———————

Kid: *tries to stab another kid with a pencil*

Bruce: Hey, stop that!

12-year-old Jason: Yeah, you're doing it all wrong. You gotta aim for a soft spot then twist it in.

———————

Teacher: And here is our AP economics classroom.

14-year-old Tim, on his Game Boy: Money is fake.

Teacher: What?

Bruce: What?

Tim, still on his Game Boy: Money is fake. Nothing matters. We're all gonna die.

———————

Mean girl: Where's your dad, Steph? Lemme guess, he didn't make it.

Bruce, looming over: I have been summoned.

———————

Cass: *finishes her dance routine*

Bruce, in a custom T-shirt with airhorns and confetti: THAT'S MY GIRL!

———————

Jon: And here are the family portraits we did last week! See? There's us three, Grandma and Grandpa, Kara, Kon, and Krypto on the farm.

Lois: It's amazing, sweetie.

Clark: *takes a picture*

Bruce: What about yours, Damian?

Damian: It was a tight squeeze, but I managed to fit our entire family.

Bruce: These are just the pets.

Damian: The shining jewels of the Wayne household, I'm sure you'll agree.

———————

Margie: Oh, bless your heart, Duke. I'm sure that volcano took all of this morning. It'd be a shame if it didn't erupt.

Margie: *walks away*

Bruce: Duke, guard this volcano with your life. I'll be right back.

[later]

Duke: You were gone a long time, where did you—

Margie: *screeches*

Margie: SOMEONE ATE MY BABY'S POTATO CLOCK!

———————

Alfred: Master Bruce, please finish your lunch.

15-year-old Bruce: The only thing that needs to be finished is the dark cloud of injustice plaguing the city.

Alfred: And your carrot sticks.

Bruce, grumbling: And my carrot sticks.

[imjustdelusionalok]

yandere dc: meeting camgirl! reader <3 pt. 2

Yuppp, this is the part two of my previous post <33 but this time she'll be meeting the rest of the batboys and kon! (reminder she has met some of them even from before!!)

if you get into the 'terry mcginnis' part and is confused on who he is, watch batman beyond bc hes the new batman and its sooo good and hes underrated <3

Anywho here it isss

BIG warning: this may more or less have the same amount of clownery as the last one so prepare my sweets and also my brain is fried so some parts might not make sense but i tried😔💔 please repost to support me i spent sm timee 😭

tim drake aka 'red robin':

Also one of your most biggest and creepiest faithful fans that you've ever had in your stream!

Hes a frequent donor AND victim to your relentless charms just like jason and dick.

Has met you before you decided to even become a cam girl, as you two both go to the same school AND classes too 🥰 (he may or may have not gotten bruce to manipulate the principal or some higher up into changing classes...)

he's like a lovesick highschool student who developed a crush, but this time more extreme.

While you on the otherhand, saw a weird looking boy staring at you with the most fullest smile you've ever seen. toothy, cheshire grin, and all-- (he ran away almost IMMEDIATELY when you saw him)

(...you also chased after him when he ran 💀 he was shooked, but stops once your hand grabs his shoulder and you ask him who he was)

"You >:D i saw you looking at me, who are you >:)"

...my, he never knew you were this bold... you really need to stop being so cute or your further fueling his delusions i swear--

You shake him. "Ow- okay-- my name's Tim--"

You then smile and drag a stunned but intrigued timothy with you.

...Are you perhaps some social butterfly, darling?...

From that moment on, tim's interest in you increases and a friendship between you and him bloomed! Hes so proud of himself for making the first move even though you did it first...

(Again, dont ask how darling lives in bludhaven, but meets tim and jason whose in gotham 💀 either think of her as having teleportation powers being the reason for the frequent back-and-forths or tim being so obssessed, he moves in bludhaven just to see reader--)

When i said creepy, i said c r e e p y. Even worse than klarion, thaddeus, and even dick who i said before was on another level 😦

Tim is both sweet, nervous, and shy... or at least, is how he shows himself for you.

he must look decent for you or how else would he make you reciprocate his feelings?

He's capable of changing in a blink of an eye so anybody who isn't his beloved, dont test him, okay? <3

He sits in the back with darling in class. In the back. You heard me.

Normally he'd be in the front to be able to see and listen better, but darling is a slacker so--

He sighs, looking at his rushed and poorly written notes. He doesnt even know what the topic is anymore, and it kinda looks like hieroglyphics--

Meanwhile, you on the otherhand, was cooking instant noodles with the others... with a pot AND a stove... D: (he loves you but damn he wants to cry rlly bad on how screwed you two are--)

As for the part where he finds out about your part-time job as a cam girl, this man was seething.

No honey, not at you, but at your parents-- how could they let their beautiful daughter do this?! Do they even care?!-- oh? What was that, darling?... Your parents were gone? i guess that explains it...

proceeds to feel bad for you, and wishes to look after you. But you being you, you remain so hardheaded. Why cant you let him love you?? why cant you quit that stupid job?! >:( (hes a bit hypocritical on this one since he literally donates thus further fueling you to go on)

Sigh... nevertheless, he realizes a bit that he can't persuade someone like you for now, so he donates in your live like the good friend he is...

Yeah, 'good friend'...

In the darkness of his room, he watches with unblinking eyes the way your body moves on his screen. You look so enticing, the way a bit of pink colors your cheeks, how every moan you give were light and breathy... simply fantastic. He sighs.

"Oh baby... what am i going to do with you?... <3"

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 38% for nuisance, 70% for humor (80% as red robin)

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conner kent aka 'superboy':

Ah yes, another top donor and one of your most perverted watchers out there.

Cocky, rebellious, womanizing... doll, you're just another girl for him to use in order to piss off tim since he loves pushing that man's patience so much.

Has probably met you through him too, as this man follows his best friend that has been, in his eyes, acting a bit too strange lately.

And he now knows why. You.

thinks you're absolutely adorable. the way you act out of impulse to the way you speak so brazenly to him, intrigues the kryptonian so much.

Hm, your going to be so much fun to play with <3

But unfortunately, the boy of steel did not know who he was up against.

"...Doll, what did you just say?--" it was 8 at night and he was in his best attire holding a bouquet of flowers. Not just your average red roses, but a well-thought out blend of daffodils, carnations, and tulips. just for you.

But right now, you're breaking his heart.

"Yeah Kon, i love you but no. i'm not dating you. Sorry."

...you don't have the right to say you love him.

"a-and why can't we date?--" he was so confused, these months spent trying to court you, all wasted.

"erm... im not interested, kon. yeah you're hot and you support me and all, but im gonna be honest with you... you're not my type. and plus..."

he feels his heart break even more when you continue.

"...I'm interested in someone. I've known them for so long Kon, and i would hurt them if i get with you."

...

"...sorry." you run away.

things with kon has never felt the same since. he no longer visits tim just to see you, only him. he ignores you too, not even a single glance being spared. but you swear you could feel cold blue eyes watching your figure sometimes...

...and then that happens. you see a message notification from him. conner.

'im sorry if i made things awkward between us. forgive me, doll? :('

your thumb hovered whether or not to answer. you made your decision.

'kay. wanna play dti? :3'

he's so glad you cant see him right now... crying pure tears of joy, and complete relief that you took the bait.

'okay :)'

just because he got rejected by you once that doesnt mean he's immediately gonna back down <33 and about that boy you like, who was it? can't you tell him and he'll give a quick visit to the very lucky guy...

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 49% for nuisance, 80% for humor (95% as superboy)

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damian wayne aka 'robin':

...knows the guy that you like.

he's genuinely angry at you, but mostly at your taste.

seriously, him? why not him instead...

frequently donates money and is also very dedicated in line.

(to save you trouble, most of the batfam is a big fan to you and are often your biggest donors. they wish to stop you from pursuing such a... scandalous, line of work but cant help but further support you the more they give money and get addicted to the content you make 😞💔)

discovered you on accident when a certain someone, *cough* tim, *cough* left their computer on without closing the tabs.

you cannot simply imagine the sheer shock that painted his face during that time, seeing someone, you, getting it on with another guy that seems all too familiar.

...and he cant help but get angry. (you'll all understand soon enough why he and kon hates reader's man and possible bf sm 😭)

meeting you face to face... thats a whole situation. tim immediately regrets bringing damian to see you because this man already went off on how much of a 'hoe', you are.

you can take a lot of things, but this boy rubs you off wrong.

"seriously, drake? your new friend is a prostitute? you drew the line making friends with that kryptonian clone, but this takes the cak--"

*slap.*

...that hurts. damian's hand slowly makes its way up to his cheek, where the red was starting to spring.

he looks at you like you were mad. you are, thanks to him. "...you... you little---"

he was held back by an angry but calmer kon despite being also insulted, whilst tim holds you comfortably.

"hey don't listen to damian over there, alright? :( he's just a bit--"

"I'm speaking facts here!-- hmpfh!" a hand covers his mouth.

"seriously tim, does he ever shut his mouth?" kon says.

he huffs. "no. and that's why i was considering bringing duct tape earlier, Kon."

...okay, maybe his first impression forever got him labelled as a bitch in your eyes, but damian tries to make it up to you in any way he can since he actually finds you decent after getting to know you. (think of those asian parents that after scolding you till you cry, they give you food but instead money in damian's version)

"...ahem."

no response.

"...AHEM."

you finally look up at him, and a bag was thrown straight at your face. "you stupid ass-- wait a minute." you look inside the bag and it was filled with... money.

you look up at damian, only to see his figure quickly dashing off and hide behind a wall where he would secretly try and take a peek for your reaction. you smile and give a thumbs up.

"...you aren't that bad, but try shutting your mouth most of the time, okay? :3 <3"

...the green in his eyes glinted... and he scoffs. typical damian wayne.

"...sure, prozzy-- HEY STOP CRYING--"

fierce but protective. rude but caring. that is what damian is towards you.

and that is how he'll always be as long as that man is around...

"i'll be with you. and i shall do everything in my power to ensure you do not end up with him!--" too late.

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 25% for nuisance, 78% for humor (89% as robin)

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terry mcginnis aka 'batman beyond':

...is the man that kon, damian, and the others have beef with.

how he's part of the main timeline in this is that all of the events before batman beyond happens earlier. (i also tweaked a few things in canon here so dont mind me)

terry's dad died before the entire 'Powers' situation, leading to Terry living with his mom earlier.

...terry also suffers from something.

at a young age, terry cannot feel any sort of emotions. remorse, empathy, such things were removed from him. he could only feel empty, comparable to having a large gaping hole inside his chest instead of a beating heart.

the boy ponders why he was cursed with such a thing, and why he could only feel pity and sadness. just a little.

...he thought he was unsavable. until--

his eyes lands on you, the girl who was playing on the playground's swing. (note: darling used to live in gotham as a kid)

...he gulps. pretty...

"you there, what's your name?" you asked. always the first one to make a move...

...and you sound nice.

"hm? well? :3"

...he decided to speak. "...terry. i'm terry... you?..."

you smile. "they call me (name), pretty right?" he could only nod. yes, it was very pretty...

i think everybody could guess how things go from then on.

he meets you, grows up with you, falls in love with you, and in the end lives happily with you... if only it weren't for his tendency to maim just about anyone who gets near you.

he's a dog, honey. but he's your rabid, vicious dog.

by the time he grows up, he's learned how to hide what he truly is from you, and the terry that we all come to know and love is now here.

charming, witty, humorous... terry mcginnis is nothing but an amorous boy for you... and you love it. (u match his freak sm)

in his eyes, you two are together <3 and its not even a lie you two are but you're too much in denial since you firmly believe he deserves better :( (tho thoughts like that dissapear when he and you yk ;))

absolutely hates it when you spend time with anyone, especially with his adopted siblings. dick, jason, tim, and damian? fuck no. (if you read the batman beyond comics, those two despise each other--)

...so expect those two to be at each other's necks.

and about the cam girl part, yup, this man knows. and like tim, he tries to persuade you to stop. you're a complicated person, he knows. either for money or fun, you do crazy shit like this every time... but this one's really serious.

"...look at me." you obey, eyes staring back at ocean blue ones. terry's eyes were always so pretty...

"...hehe, pretty eyed as ever, mcginnis..." and he can't help but smile slightly at your words.

"..." damn you, really. his soft spot for you is huge, and 99% of the time, you get off the hook easily.

in the end, he might have allowed you to do this... 'artist' stuff, but on one condition:

he gets to f*ck you on some parts.

you blink, cheeks starting to redden. "...what--" and just like that, your fate is sealed <3

...currently, you were on Live. the rest of your boy toys watched with envious yet very heated gazes as your pussy was getting demolished by his dick. the close up shots were so unnecessary, the way he roughly pummels into you was so--

'$10000 from GR4YS0N_68'

'GR4YS0N_68: ugh yea terry ruin that little bitches cunt'

terry grins, feeling you getting closer. the position you and him were in was perfect, babe... perfect for a pic.

his strong hand gently but firmly grabs your jaw, making you face the camera.

he whispers to you so closely."smile for the camera, sweetie."

you oblige, a broken smile on your lips. the stream abruptly ends.

no need for the public to know what you both are doing in private anymore...

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 0.0001% for nuisance, 90% for humor (100% as batman beyond)

(finally its finished 🤕 i have so many unfinished works huhu....)

(update: ill also try editing this too <3)

[bigdvmnhero]

relationships: dick & tim

word count: 6,019

summary:

“I—” Tim recalibrated. Desperately, he scanned Dick’s face—his features blurred over, a wall of nothing; Tim chipped away: “You were a kid, who’ll blame a kid? They won’t hurt anyone again. If you want to, to, to talk to anyone—but it was a long time ago, you’re Nightwing now—”

Tuesday morning: a video was uploaded to one of the deep web black markets. The footage, shot on those grainy vintage camcorders. But Tim knew that boy in the thumbnail; his eyes had memorized him, the heft and shape and dazzle of him, imprinting like an afterimage.

Or: a brother is a witness; there's your tragedy.

::

The apartment had that new-in-town smell: mothballs and desperation. Boxes upon boxes were strewn on the floor. One of them had a dirty plate forgotten on top of it. Old pad thai grease. Armed to the teeth in his full Robin regalia, Tim felt vaguely underdressed in Dick’s kitchen—like there was a speech to do, and he was already forgetting the words.

“Did I lose you again?” Dick said, through a mouthful of his second demolished mango. He was eating them fatherless-style. Dick had been talking about—insurance, maybe. “What’s up?”

Across him, Tim straightened. “Nothing, just.” Mortified, thinking about how I almost spritzed myself with cologne before coming here. What was this, prom? Tim just needed this to go better than last time, was all.

Last time: Tim’s absolute trashfire of a Bludhaven visit; Dick’s rictus of a smile; Dick’s face going bloodless in the half-dark as Tim mentioned Bruce’s adoption offer, absolute god-tier cringe; why’d he do that? It was the same look Dick wore, that first time Tim brandished the original Robin suit from its glass case. Of course Dick disappeared then, all dark and brooding into the night, seeyanara, or never; Tim never could stomach a Never.

He wanted to tell Dick he was working hard to learn it, too—the Bat’s art of Sheer Presence. The way its silhouette inspired awe, stillness. That lately Dick spooked easy, like an animal trying not to be seen. That on nights Tim was almost catatonic with grief, his first half-formed thought was, I want my brother.

Tim said, ���It’s not every day you eat scrambled mangoes in Richard Grayson’s apartment.”

“Ever since I saw one of our knife-throwers eat it like this, I always wanted to try it.” Dick picked up a comically large knife and bisected the mango, carving the hairy seed out, before scraping its insides silly. He handed one of the halves to Tim, anointing it with a too-big spoon. Where was this man’s cutlery? “It’s supposed to look like a bowl, then you can walk around eating like that. Neat, huh?”

“Guess so.” Tim accepted Dick’s mango concoction with a smile. Maybe a spoonful, to be polite. Watch and weep, Alfred. “You know, I always wanted to try eating a mango like an apple.”

“Well, we got two left,” Dick snorted, digging into the plastic bag. “Make your dreams come true?”

Do, please. Truth was, Tim daydreamed of it often—no capes, no mission, the solace of a brother only a nightmare-city away, and his quiet balcony. If Tim was lucky, a heart-to-heart. Namely, about the No Good, Very Bad Year he was having.

Same one he was sure Dick was going through now, if only Dick deigned to tell him anything.

“Let’s try it together,” Tim said, conspiratory. “Skin and everything. Sprinkle some seasoning. Alfred would call it… positively diabolical.”

“Oh, I’d move heaven and earth to see that look on that man’s face again.” Dick tipped the mango-bowl into his mouth, then licked his lips with sticky satisfaction. “God. This stuff is top-shelf. Which sunny, tropical island did you pick them from, Tim—the Philippines?”

“Just a freebie. From a grateful citizen.”

Wow, and he was starting to lie to Dick the way he lied to Bruce: with alarmingly little remorse!

The truth: Tim had seen the streetcam footage. Dick Grayson liked to linger longer than normal by that market stall on Hammerstone; stuff was always overpriced, but he stayed for the small talk, exchanging recipes and turning over spotted fruit, face soft with a small secret joy until some goon on busted tires screeched by, or the disembodied voice in his comm summoned him back into the fold—exit Richard Grayson, bereft of mangoes.

“A freebie, huh?” Dick said.

Tim shrugged. “Stopped a mugging on my way here.”

“‘Course you did.”

Tim looked up to see a secret smile on Dick’s face, the dimple deepening. Tim ducked his head—it was always intense when Dick did that, holding your eyes to wait for his words to land. When Dick pushed himself away from the table, Tim was glad to look without being seen.

The scrape on Dick’s elbow matched Batman’s data: Nightwing smashed himself free from a plexiglass wall when it came down on him; there was that wispy patch of petrified-looking hair near his left ear where the flames nearly singed his scalp off. Take a few drunk accidental teenage arsons, a rice cooker, and a wall outlet that hadn’t been maintained since the 80s, and you get a nice, toasty residential building that collapsed in forty minutes. With their training, Nightwing should’ve been in and out in five, tops.

Dick coughed as he groped inside the cupboard. Lung irritation, Tim noted. Possible airway inflammation. Shoddy haircut. Dick must’ve tried to trim the charred split ends. If Tim was there. If Tim had covered his blind spot. If Tim was someone Dick could count on from time to time, maybe.

Maybe.

If, if, if.

“Sorry, haven’t stocked the fridge yet,” Dick said. “Water fine?”

“Yep,” Tim says, popping the P, and looked at the carpet the moment Dick’s stagelight-eyes turned his way. His gaze had scanned Tim with that same cataloging sweep earlier. If Dick noticed the weight of Tim’s Mission, paling him like some kind of sepsis, he said nothing. Tim knew what Dick was trying to do. This polite distance, not quite cold, not quite warm, was a dead sea any man could drown in. Bruce currently was. Dick intended to leave Tim here too, in the rolling distance, where no eyes could follow. Fat fucking chance.

Watch me on the trapeze, Tim, said Dick from the memory; staring from a boy’s impish face; those torch-bright eyes, holding his frightened ones. I’m going to do my act—’specially for you. And Tim had watched. And Tim had never stopped, how could he ever stop?

“So, this friendly visit…” Dick slid him a chipped mug of water. “B asked you to check in, or is this gonna be a regular thing from now?”

“Naw, I was just,” Tim waved vaguely. “around.”

“And you got free mangoes.”

Tim sipped. “Thought I’d share my spoils of war.”

The cold hard truth: Tim needed a reason to see his brother now. A work reason. No one wasted Nightwing’s time. While dodging stilted dinners at the manor and Bruce’s guilt-marred face, Tim had spent the better part of his days turning the adoption offer in his head, plugging a fake uncle into his stage-life, not calling Dick, and tracking transactions in the deep web black markets. He had a lead to a CP ring tied to Gotham’s cluster of orphanages—just more children slipping through Her fingers, with no one to come looking. But Tim was looking now. Ten years too late, maybe, but looking all the same.

Bless Barbara and her detailed surveillance notes. He’d set up the alert as instructed and lost himself in the Styx waters of rote work, wading deep, the world submerged into the dull clack of fingers on a keyboard.

Tuesday morning, a new video was uploaded—the price tag: half a million in crypto.

The preview was fifteen seconds long. The footage, cast in near-darkness, had grain matching those recorded on a point-and-shoot that hadn’t been in the market for at least eight years. JVC VHS-C Camcorder, that was how old it was. But Tim knew that figure in the thumbnail. Canary-yellow cape, bloodied knees and pixie boots. A costume for someone ten apples tall.

Only one Robin was fighting against the affliction that was Gotham in single digits. And Tim would know him; his eyes had memorized him, the heft and shape and dazzle of him, imprinting like an afterimage.

Watch me on the trapeze, Tim.

“Get a visual,” was all Batman said, when he called an hour before. This was a case he didn’t think Batman was even supposed to know about, but Tim didn’t press; that voice, floundering in the undercurrent, was all Bruce. “I’ll take care of things here.”

Lung irritation, Tim thought. Grainy footage. Bruce’s cryptic-as-hell phone call. Charred split ends. Nightwing’s casual suicidal patrols? Yeah, Tim was going to dry-heave across Dick’s apartment floor; the inside of his mouth was all sour, like something gone bad overnight. Dick knew about the leak, but not that Batman and his underperforming Robin were on the case, too. Tim was gonna have to do it again—like his first day at the Cave, digging up the memory of Dick’s ghosts, not letting the damn dead stay dead.

Dick threw a hand towel at Tim’s face with a laugh. “Wipe your mouth, Timmy.”

Nicknames, huh.

If Dick hated him, he was hiding it well. Like a child, Tim obediently cleaned the pulp from his mouth. Then, like a coward: “Could I—bathroom?”

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[moonlit-imagines]

Robin and the Stray (Part 1)

Dick Grayson x reader

warnings:

a/n: you already know this is based off of an oc and you already know im gonna write it like its just your average y/n. i dont even know if yall hate this or not but TOO BAD (im kidding please start paying attention to this blog again i long for the days i mattered)

prompt:

part 2

Gotham City, all the way back when you were kids. Didn’t feel like it, though. Not when you two were up all night off on adventures—more like missions—and occasionally crossing paths. Batman and Robin weren’t too fond of you and Catwoman giving them headaches from time to time with your heists and all that fun stuff. But sooner or later they cracked and started letting you two off the hook.

The flirting was just playful at first, a literal get-out-of-jail free card, if you will. But somewhere down the line, you started to mean it. You liked your time spent with Robin, and every once in a while you’d even let him catch you.

Nights that you and Selina split up, the Bat and the Bird had to do the same. That’d when you got him alone. And after a while, you’d just end up on a random rooftop teasing him in some silly, flustering way. A cute comment here and there to let him know you were still interested. Jumping across rooftops and crawling up fire escapes to keep him on his toes while you talked. Although you were still strangers out of these costumes, you still managed to drop a little personal detail every once in a while to bond. Part of you worried if he was only letting you escape to trick you into some false sense of security, lately you’ve been returning stolen goods to him just to see him again.

And night after night there were new encounters, only in these you weren’t really doing anything wrong. Just pouncing around and watching the city, almost like you were on patrol. You could tell him you were just watching over Gotham while he was elsewhere.

It was funny how awkward he was at first when you met. But it’d been some months since the Cats got out of the bag, and Selina was starting to warm up to Batman, too. It was kind of cute. Robin seemed so much more confident talking to you nowadays, he flirted back and laughed with you and pretended you got away when Batman asked where you went (oh, and Catwoman also got away!).

There was one particular night that you’ll never forget. This one night where you’d just snuck out to be in the city, secretly hoping Robin was out, too. All suited up in your catlike garb roaming the streets and rooftops of Gotham, and hours went by without a sighting of your special guy. You sat at the ledge of a rooftop overlooking Downtown Gotham—a bit too close to GCPD, but maybe that was where you needed to be.

It wasn’t long before Robin saw a figure concerningly close to the edge of a high building, and he could just barely make out those cat ears on your head. He awkwardly split off from Batman, who warned him not to do anything stupid. They had just put away a D-list villian and, let’s face it, they’re the most annoying ones to deal with and Batman now had to wash ketchup and mustard out of the crevices of his armor.

Robin met you up top, cheeks warming when he saw your immediate smile when you turned around, he gave you the same one. “Do you want to get a pizza?” He asked you with a shrug and a tilt of his head. You furrowed your brows just barely. “I guess not?”

“I mean—sure. But you want to go now? Like, dressed like this?” You sort of giggled, leaning into the idea just a little.

“Why not?” Robin asked you, eyes gleaming with just a bit of boy wonder. “Gotham’s seen weirder.”

“How’s that gonna affect your ‘image,’ huh? A good boy like you hanging out with the likes of a cat burglar, what would dear old Jim Gordon have to say?” You kept teasing him, but it seemed he was set on the idea. “You don’t even care, do you, Birdy?”

“I don’t, actually.” He said, extending his gloved hand to you. You accepted his help off the ledge and got to your feet.

“Got a place in mind?” You asked him as he walked off without an answer. “Okay, Batman.” You crossed your arms and walked behind him, only half-amused with his manners. But he was still cute the way he acted like Batman in those bright colors and tight pants. At least they’d been tweaked over the past few months, you couldn’t tell if he’d hit some kind of growth spurt or he just really liked tight clothes.

“See that sign over there?” Robin pointed down the street, a bright neon sign displayed the word “PIZZA” in red lettering, encased in a yellow circle you assumed was also pizza. “Twenty-four hours. You’ll be glad to know they do their best work in these hours.”

“You mean ‘vigilante hours?’” You joked, nudging him with your elbow.

“Something like that.” He nudged back. Suddenly, he leaped off the edge of the building—which actually wasn’t that tall if you were used to this sort of thing—and used a grapple gun to break the landing.

“Wow. We’re doing this, huh.” You equipped a whip and secured it to the neighboring building, descending yourself in a much more anticlimactic way—but still impressive if you weren’t used to this sort of thing. “Show off.”

“Had to do it one of these days, you’re always one-upping me.” He said walking forward, just a casual stroll down the streets of Gotham in costume, ignoring any pedestrians or nearby residents that may be up this late. Part of you hoped that you’d run into trouble just to see how it’d feel to fight side by side, show him you’re more than just mischief, you’re a bit kickass, too.

After a few minutes of chatting, the pair of you made it to the pizza shop. Robin opened the door for you where the bell above the door chimed when you entered. The employees watched as two masked freaked walked inside and casually asked what they could get for you. You shrugged when Robin looked at you for your preference, letting him pick for you. Then he pulled out a couple twenty dollar bills from his pocket and told them “keep the change.”

“Got any more of those for me?” You batted your eyes and tilted your head.

“You want to get paid for this date?” He chuckled, wondering if he should make his next joke, but he knew you had a sense of humor. “Wouldn’t that make you a hooker?” You broke into laughter that he joined in on and tapped him on the arm.

“Hey, whatever you wanna call me. As long as I get a couple bucks, what’s the harm?” You joked back and Robin thought to himself how nice your genuine laughter was, not just those careful little chuckles and giggles were. Your true smile was goofy and brilliant to him. Lost in the moment, your order was called up and the two of you left the shop with a hot box of pizza.

“Hold this real quick?” Robin handed the box off to you, then grabbed your waist and grappled to a nearby rooftop as you squealed from surprise.

“What ever happened to a gentlemanly warning? I could have dropped the pizza!” You told him as he took it back.

“Looks good to me.” He peeked in and brought it to another ledge. “I take it you like the view?”

“What do you mean?” You walked closer and took a seat.

“I always see you sitting or standing on the edge of these buildings. You just brooding?” He raised a brow.

“That’s more of a Batman thing.” You took a piece of pizza and took a bite.

“Then tell me why you’re always hanging out on tall buildings.”

“I like looking around, is that a crime?” You asked with a mouthful of cheese and bread.

“No, but breaking and entering is. And stealing, of course.” He took a slice and sat beside you. Below your dangling feet was just another street of Gotham City, a street he protected and you would just watch. Nothing special about it, especially since there were no museums or penthouses here.

You sat with your hands at your sides, leaning forward a bit to get a better view of the ground. It was then that you felt a gentle touch, Robin’s hand on yours. You glanced at him from the side and he saw as your lip curled slightly. If you didn’t know any better, you might have seen him blush. It was strange in a way, feeling so drawn to someone without a name. “Robin” had a nice ring to it, though.

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[batfsm]

A Lonely Place Of Dying (my thoughts):

248-250/ Somehow I doubt you always wait patiently Alfred, you try to though. I do like what you say to Tim though. Think you’re trying to be a good grandfather right here and you aren’t even his grandfather yet.

Oh, so I actually thought Alfred gave it to Tim, the Robin suit. he just left it out and let him come to the conclusion himself. He did kind of try to stop him by mentioning Jason. It didn’t work though.

252/ protesting Alfred? I guess it’s so you can claim Innocence to Bruce later on.

254-269/ Tim is doing OK against Harvey until he picks up the one thing, my brain is not working on what it is. Scares him so much that he comes to Tim’s rescue. I’m glad he did, but Harvey’s mad. Tim finds them, as I knew he would. They don’t look happy he’s wearing the suit, but hey, at least he saves their lives. Albert is coming to his defense, which is good.

I do like the smiles, Dick and Alfred exchange as Bruce and Tim argue/talk before they go to get Harvey and take him back to jail. (All three in the Batmobile? Batman and Nightwing approve.) Or wait is it Arkham Arby’s going to? I don’t know, I think it’s jail.

Love how they end up in the Manor and Bruce still kind of argues with Tim. it’s just gonna be the dynamic. In a way it reminds me of Dick and Bruce, but Tim seems to listen to him a lot better (in someways.) This, I think is where they except him for good.*

Tim, you already earned their trust, you just don’t know it yet. (Neither do they in some ways I think.) Though I do hate what Bruce and Alfred do to you in the future. Especially Bruce but I can understand why also at the same time. He doesn’t want another dead Robin.

Oh boy, ending with the Jokers laugh. Not good.

*So I wasn’t wrong about Tim and how he became Robin.

https://www.tumblr.com/batfsm/750332023903764481/ugh-my-whole-thing-i-was-writing-got-lost-you

I still don’t consider Duke a Robin until he dons the colors but that’s me. I also don’t consider Alfred giving anyone Robin making them Robin because, in Damian’s case, Dick realized he needed to be Robin to not kill or something like that and in Tim’s case, I’m still in the middle of his origin so I might be wrong, he was given the suit, one of Jason’s old ones, but it wasn’t until Dick and Bruce acknowledged how helpful he was, that he technically became Robin.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Cheshire's Chase

《Catlad/Stray x Reader! HEADCANONS》

More Catlad Tim! HEADCANONS! Mini fic at end! Slight Robin Au too!

Tim is obsessed with the Batfamily (Regardless if you are Robin/Vigilante! Reader)

Tim often writes in a small journal about the crime-fighting family!

He looks up to Dick since he met him before at Haley's circus before his parents had became a bit detached.

Jason never met Tim as Robin, but did look up to him! Finding this Robin a tad bit cooler than when the first Robin was taking crooks down.

Nightwing on the other hand babies Catlad when Tim is first starting out! The two would even sneak out from their parents- *ahem* "parental guardians", to get some air and just talk. [Tim just straight-up fanboying and trying to play it cool. He asks questions about Batman, Nightwing, Robin, and etc.

-

Sighing stupidly at your phone, you felt your cheeks, warm as an oven and your heart all mushy. A small squeal leaves your lips as you twirl about on your way to Wayne manor. A skip in your step without a care in the world as you ring the doorbell.

Instead of Alfred greeting you, Bruce Wayne meets you at the front door. 

"Ah, (Y/N), thank you for arriving in such short notice."

"Of course Mr. Wayne!" You yell, a bit too much excitement in your voice.

The play-boy billionaire eyes you with a questioning look. "Alright.. Well, I must head off now. Alfred and Dick will be back to the manor in a few hours. You know the rules, so I'll be off. Take care of Damien, have a good one!" The CEO waves goodbye as he heads to his garage.

You do a small wave back, soon heading inside the lustrous manor.

Your feet tapping against the cold floor as you wander around the manor for the "baby" you were supposed to be "sitting".

"(L/N)." Damien calls out to you from the stairs to the upstairs bedrooms. Ace and Titus sitting beside him with straightened postures.

You smile at the tiny kid, waving at him to come down. He does so, with a eye-roll and a click of his tongue. The two dogs following behind him like soldiers.

"You seem in good spirits (L/N), more so than usual." The boy said, the two of you outside in the ginormous backyard as you pick up a toy ball for the dogs. 

"Ooohh... Yeah, I-I guess something good did happen today...!" You state, your voice becoming higher pitched and faster. Ignoring Damien's cold stare as you throw the toy ball, Ace runs after it, while Titus looks at his Master for confirmation. Damien nods, smirking a bit at his animal companion as he runs off toward Ace. 

"Well what is it?"

""Scuse me?"

"What made you this "happy" today?" The young Wayne reiterates, petting Ace and Titus once they brought back the ball and another ball?

Where did they find the other one??

"IT-S Uhnnn, teenage stuff, it'll make you SO BOreeed, don't worry about it, kay?!" You grab one of the balls and chuck it so fast and far it flew outside the gardens.

"Damn.. I mean! DANG!" You try to censor yourself, forgetting there was a child present. 

"(L/N), I know what cursing is, your just like Grayson whenever he loses his balance." Damien scoffs, and you chuckle at the oh-so "perfect Garyson" falling on his face whenever he tries to black-flip to impress you and Damien.

"I know, but your still a ity-bity tike! I don't wanna ruin your child like innocence!" You whine dramatically, attempting to go in for a hug as Damien expertly avoids your hug attack.

"Augh, your worse than Garyson!" He hisses, this time changing his route to inside the manor.

"Come on, we need to get that ball back!"

"Fine..!" You groan out, pouting. "But I think it's an accomplishment that I'm worse than him!"

Wandering around the Crest Hill neighborhood, you stare in awe at the pristine houses and ginormous manors and mansions of rich households.

Damien nudged your leg when he noticed the stupid expression on your face.

"You've seen Wayne Manor before, these buildings aren't as amazing. That one over there isn't even old, it's rather plain too."

You eye the one Damien pointed out curiously, "who's home is it?"

Damien shoots you a look, which you could only offer a timid smile.

The boy sighs and names all the residents on the street, explaining to you the reasons he even knew were due to his father's connections with the higher upper-class citizens of Gotham. Most of them attended the charities they frequented.

"The newer building is Drake Manor-"

Damien becomes quiet as he turns around, you following his position.

A familiar teen walks up to the two of you...

Oh.

SHIT-

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"

Your body trembles in place as you turn around, Damien who notices your frightened stance. Glares at the newcomer that decided to approach the two of you.

"TIM- I-I mean! Hi-! Drake, Tim Drake??" You babble, wanting to find the nearest rock and crush it on your skull.

"Uhm, yeah, that's me.. Why are you in Crest Hill? I thought you... Wait, do you live here?" Tim coughed, realizing his slip up.

"OH-ya see.. I had.. A baby-sitting gig, so that's why I'm here. BU-Ut... No, I don't live here, in this area, or neighborhood."

Tim's eyes don't meet your own, he rubs the back of his neck and apologized for the assumption.

"No! It's fine, really!" You honestly were just more focused on the fact Tim even knew you existed. The two of you didn't really talk with each other, except on the occasional "hi" or nod in greeting when seeing each other. (Which would always light up your day!)

"And the one that does live here is standing beside me." You gestured to Damien, who squares up in front of Tim. 

Not frightened or shy by the lanky looking male in front of him.

"It was nice seeing you, Drake. But we have to keep looking for our ball, excuse us." 

Damien, grabs your hand, trying to tug you away, but you stay rooted on the sidewalk.

"W-well I guess will see each other later?"

" Definitely," Tim said. His slips form into a grin as he walks back to his destination.

"Yeah.." You giggle stupidly. 

Once Tim was out of sight and hearing, you stumble forward as Damien pulls you along.

"Wait! Damien! Calm down! My legs are asleep right now!" You cry out, he ignored you as the two of you find the ball and head back to the manor.

-

Mini Catlad And Other Batbrats HEADCANONS

Nightwing babies Catlad when first meeting them. Red Hood shoots at him, Robin tried to kill him.

Robin in this Au has a fun rivalry with Catlad, the two often bickering instead of fighting, or both at the same time.

I would like to think Catlad has intentionally flirted with you while babysitting Robin or Damien just to piss off the kid. But I can see that the two respect each other. But won't admit it unless they were both about to die.

"What's wrong?" Catlad smiles evilly at the two of you, or rather, mostly towards Robin. Who seemed fed up with the thief's antics. While you and Damien had decided to go to the museum to check out a new exhibit. (Dick had begged you to take Damien in his steed because of reasons.)

But, the two cat burglars had decided to make an entrance...

Batman was off running after Catwoman, while Robin stood protectively in front of you. Glaring at the cat-themed villain, while you smile at Catlad. Remembering the two of you rendezvous on apartment roof-tops a few days back.

You started to pray for his safety when Robin threw out a flash bomb at your friend.

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[Hope you guys enjoyed it! I need to start thinking about making a bat-brats as villain series. Also, hint for the next one, it's gonna be a hoot! Get it?]

[nitewrighter]

I think one of the reasons dc/warner bros like to push Batman (other than “cool/dark/edgy”) is ironically, it’s the easiest hero to sell toys of. As a character with no powers, he has to make do with tech, that means accessories! He can’t fly and doesn’t have super speed, ergo the Batmobile or batwing, or a bat jet pack! He needs different suits for different jobs, so that justifies variant figures! With other heroes, you’d just get the figure and that’s it. Why would the flash need a car? Why would Superman need power armor? If you’re old enough to remember, or research back enough, you’ll know the stupidity of the Superman mobile, or the just sad justice jogger. You could have a super figure’s eyes light up to show heat vision, but that’s about it. I guess you could have a green lantern toy line with construct accessories, but clear green plastic might be flimsy or too expensive, I don’t know. I’d think this was why they gave Wonder Woman a sword and shield, cuz they thought the lasso was lame, if not for BoYz DoNt LiKe GiRl HeRoZ! (Convo for another time, but even as a kid I hated that, and I was a boy)

So tldr, one of the reasons dc pushes bats is once upon a time they saw dollar signs at the idea of bat ji Joe.

Also the fact that you can make Batman Merch out of anything just by making it black and/or gray and just slapping a Batman logo on it--it's just probably a lot easier than finagling around other hero's color schemes.

Thinking about the Batsketball again...

But on a lore level, yeah, Batman is basically the "Cool Toys" superhero. You pretty much have every person in the DC universe commenting on how many "Cool toys" Batman has, or how much of a manchild having all those "Cool Toys" makes him. Like, I hate hate hate Frank Miller and of course I would fight him any day of the week, but the one thing All Star Batman and Robin had going for it was the GIANT BEAUTIFUL JIM LEE ILLUSTRATED BATCAVE PULLOUT MULTI-PAGE SPREAD. Like I need you to picture me in bed, giant glass of ice water on my nightstand, absolutely fucking miserable as I trudge through the worst fucking Batman characterization of my goddamn life, and then, AND THEN-- I go, "Oh, this is a pull-out," I carefully unfold it because library book, and then my jaw drops. I literally felt all the 8-year-old boy parts of my brain activate, and then you have young Dick Grayson's voice narrating it with five little words: "And it just. keeps. going."

A thing I really do like about all of Batman's tech and toys is they're all very tactile, and one of the things that's making Arkham Knight very fun as I'm playing through it is this factor of figuring out which of your little gadgets to use in which situation, and you're so proud of yourself when you figure out when the game expects you to use a certain gadget without the game cuing you to do so, or when you get a new gadget and then go back to all the parts of the map you previously weren't able to access without it (Baby "Square shape goes in Square hole" brain activation...) and the game also has very fun sound and vibration design and camera work to make using the various doodads feel very tactile even as it's happening in the game, but okay, let's take all those factors and pivot to Superman.

Superman doesn't have the Batcave, he has the Fortress of Solitude, and the Fortress of Solitude is not a Toy Chest like the Batcave is. The Fortress of Solitude is not a teenager's basement room to brood. The name itself is very intentional: It's Superman saying, "Yes, I save humanity, but I need breaks from it, I need a space to contemplate my work and my heritage, as well as get some distance from it for perspective, or else I will go fucking bonkers." And it's not just a house or a trophy room, either, it's a museum, it's an archive. I think about the Grant Morrison commentary about the bottle city of Kandor being a family heirloom like a snow globe or a music box--beautiful and yet distant, and that also sets a lot of the mood for the Fortress of Solitude: If the Batcave is a big toybox full of robot dinosaurs and a batarang target range and a lot of tactile stuff, then the Fortress of Solitude is a lot more, "You can look but please please please do not touch unless you really know what you're doing." You touch one crystal in the Fortress of Solitude and Jor-El's giant hologram head pops up booming 'KAL-EL, MY SON, THESE ARE THE PRECIOUS RECORDED HISTORIES OF OUR PEOPLE--' and you're like "Oh Jesus fuck how do I turn this off---"

One of the things I've come to really like in recent comics is how, as Superman has embraced having a family, that the Fortress itself feels warmer and more dynamic--Lois is using it as a space to research and write a book about Krypton, Kara tinkers with Kryptonian technology, Jon spent stints there as a toddler in Superman: Space Age, Krypto is there... It's actually kind of reflected how museums have become a lot more dynamic and kid-friendly in recent years. It's still clearly a space they all respect, but there's a much stronger element of enrichment than, "Look at this thing behind glass."

But anyway, yeah, Superman's stories are really more, like, fantastical than Batman's, so it goes to reason that Superman-play is more daydreaming and broad imaginative concepts while Batman-play is more physical and tinkering. So Batman in general is more likely to have lots of toys.

[cocomuffy]

I watched Teen Titans: The Judas Contract (2017) because The Batman (2022) was too long.

7/10

spoilers, obviously. here are my live thoughts:

I THINK ITS A DICKORY MOVIE AND IF IT IS I WILL BE SO HAPPY YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Kory kissed him to learn English- I'm laughing so hard right now this is hilarious.

if i had watched this movie in 2020 i would have realized i was bi a lot sooner

The coloration of the "Five Years Ago" and "Now" text is messing with my designer heart rn

it's the red nightwing outfit!!!!!! i havent got to see that much. i much prefer the blue bc there's already like seven red batfam members but like i do think it looks stylish because its dick and dick pulls off everything

"Nightwing." "Nightwing." "Dick..!" "oh, yeah?"

OH THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEEEEE

"they're different..." trails off. "like kory will tell you." "noo, you go aheaddd..." "I've been studying them for years--"

I ALREADY LOVE THEM "robin stop complimenting the bad guys"

no they did not just got there (at 9:40)

damian is just such a brat i love him

kicking my feet, squealing, giggling, throwing up BECAUSE SHE HAS HIS NINE AND HE HAS HER SIX--

i took a fifteen minute break to do the math on how old dick and kory are and got 36?!??!?!?!

garfield has no rizz

i just got like... punched in the gut seven times??? "i just miss my son"

it's the fact that damian is like "i approve of your gf" and nightwing's like "okay???"

"You don't have to move a mountain to help people, Terra." - Probably the theme of this movie

i was not ready for the sexual jokes

oh no raven is on the groundddd

how stupid is damain?!?!??!?!?!?!! especially after the part that slade says about lazarus pits?! he has to know that there is no way he can feasibly win this! and terra isn't helping! which means that terra is probably working with slade!!! GUESS WHO CALLED IT!!!!!!!!!!!

oh god this slade and terra stuff is no good

please tell me that we were not about to get a dick and kory makeout scene

oh thank god for damian

oh my god imagine going into your surpise party thinking people are about to kill you :skull:

ugh i dont like this garfield selfie timeskip whatever

and hasn't anyone noticed robin isn't here???

im doing os much calculations rn for no reason at all

AWWWWWWWWWWWWW STARFIRE'S GOT SOMETHING TO SAYYYYYYYYYY THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND THEY JUST WANT THE BEST FOR EACH OTHER I LOVE THEM

aw. beastboy being supportive

"Do you know why I'm an orphan?" "uhhh... your parents died?"

nooo terra and beast boy kissed absolutely not they are not for each other terra doesn't need any relationships periodddd

aww but bb is really cute after so ig it makes it a lil better

slade shut up this is supposed to be a nice moment

i will never get over dick calling kory babe its too precious i love them so much

i dont trust that gift. i dont trust that.

they're making their moveeeeee- they're taking all the titansss oh noooo

i think that leaves nightwing as the last survivor which is really nerve wracking because i love dick grayson so much??

gar youre so stupid

oh no kory i love you kory please be okayyy

dick just got shot in the chest oh my god, oh my god. screaming crying hyperventilating oh my god oh my god oh my god.

oh i shouldve known he'd be just fine htis is why i love him hes so dependable

OH MY GOD HE JUST RE-SET HIS SHOULDER ON A SUPPORT BEAM HOLY MOLY

"What did you do to Robin?" "I beat the crap out of him for being mouthy."

i have the stupidest sense of humor.

guys i love dick grayson so much and he's the only one left and mmmmm im so ready for this i love dick grayson hes my favorite

ohhh huh terra's getting betrayeeddddd (i never liked terra even though she makes sense she just gives me ickies)

eugh i hate slade he just likes to make sexual references to people that he should not be making those references to i know hes like a predator but it just doesnt make me happy

what is this machine even doing? is it draining their blood? you would need some sort of needle or something? ik that brother blood said something about life? is it draining their life force like some kind of dark crystal jim henson type stuff? what's going on with it? their powers? like... if they wanted nightwing then they weren't going for powers, and they did regular humans first anyway? i dont understand.

woah its the titans against a villian with similar powers!!!!!!!! /j

i like this first pairing of kori and jaime and gar and raven against brother blood and damian and dick against slade bc it feels really personal and also fair.

terra was obivously going to save them all there was no doubt in my mind.

and then teamwork and then they win because of course they do

woah she just shot him like three times that was excessive

oh noooo terraaaaa ( im not sad )

DAMIAN GOT A PUPPY EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS RIGHT WEONFOIEWFOIBEWOINFOWNEONFEW

"Terra Markov was like a diamond, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen."

no beast boy dont make me feel for her

i just realized that i think i called "jaime" "hime" for some godforsaken reason i swear to god my ears are stupid.

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final thoughts:

this movie was a bit much for me on sexual innuendos and references, but most of it was plot relevant. i love to see dickory so im good with that. animation was good. characters were good. had to warm up to gar but that's okay.

7/10

[thewanderingconstellation]

Really liked where this is going and the mental seed just IMMEDIATELY planted onto my brain and now I have to bear my own fruits in the form of a continuation >:3

Alright so in my opinion, Tim, in a sense, may be more paranoid and unhinged than Batman. If not then imma say it's my head Canon, ANYWAYS!

It wasn't too long until Tim would eventually fall for the coffee maker instead of just the coffee. He couldn't help it! Danny was so nice, smart, caring, funny, witty, understanding, and he gets Tim. From everything the shorter (I head Canon Danny to be shorter than Tim by half a head or a few inches at least) boy, his parents definitely sounded neglectful just like Tim's parents, how he had the drive to help people in need just like he has ever since he became Robin and now Red Robin, how he always had to know where the people they care about were and what their status would be right now.

And after the incident where he visited Danny's apartment—they changed places to get coffee since the last one was compromised and almost ended up as a disaster—as always to have his daily coffee dose immediately since he hasn't slept for 79 hours from going on crunch mode on multiple case files, the 3 tumblers of coffee that Danny gave him were already empty, and in his tired muddled mind, he forgot one teeny tiny thing.

He was still in his Red Robin get up.

"Danny. Coffee. Me" he mumbled as he used the barest of minimum words whenever he was very sleep deprived. Danny turned around with a raised brow before his eyes widened, looking at the vigilante up and down when he heard the familiar voice, very familiar. He always wondered why Tim and Red Robin's appearance and aura felt similar and he's now 95% sure why that was.

He smirked and as he gave Tim a warm cup of coffee. "Had a long night, Tim? Already finished the ones I gave you?" The only answer Tim gave him was a tired nod before the vigilante all but chugged the hot beverage with haste, Danny wondered every time if Tim ever felt hot pain whenever he did that.

They talked for a while, Danny mostly making more coffee and Tim drinking them immediately after Danny placed it down in front of him. It wasn't long before Danny sensed another presence near, more specifically, outside the window. Mind you, his apartment was on the 4th floor so he more or less guessed they might be the one of the bats and birds.

They already fooled Tim's whole family—Oh ancients Tim's dad is batman!—that they were dating, might as well commit to the bit (even though deep down, Danny wanted it to be true).

"You should go home now, Tim. It's 1 am and I need to sleep since my shift is at 8 am in the morning. You also need to sleep, can't have you deteriorating your health, Altair." Danny spoke softly, projecting love and care a little in his tone to make it more convincing to their apparently watching audience.

Tim "sleep deprived" Drake-Wayne, in his Red Robin gear, energized by coffee but mind still clouded to think clearly, just hummed in response. He stood up as he was about to leave but not before kissing Danny on the crown of his head. "Mhm. Bye. Robu." He said before exiting the apartment, leaving a shocked and frozen Danny.

.... Does your crush slash pretend boyfriend calling you a shortened version of their favorite coffee beans as a nickname considered them liking you back? The man loved coffee more than his health even.

Meanwhile...

Tim had just gotten back to the Batcave, mindlessly taking off his clothes(vigilante outfit) before sitting in front of the bat computer to start solving another case file, not noticing another person inside the cave, 2 people actually. "Tim?" He heard the voice of Dick behind him as he hummed questioningly, not turning from the big computer screen.

"I saw you and Danny talking," he groaned frustratingly at that, a bit ticked a member of his family followed him again after he specifically said to stop it, but 6 days of privacy was the maximum he could get after the 'mistaken cheating incident' apparently. He didn't say anything as he let Dick continue.

", and I really need you to be honest, baby bird... Does– Does he know?" Dick said, while still wearing his Nightwing suit. Tim didn't know what he meant but he was too tired and wanted to start solving cases again so he just went with it, maybe it was about if Danny knew he was Tim Drake-Wayne? "Of course, he's known a day after I met him."

He could hear Dick almost choke on his spit from behind him. "Tim! That's so irresponsible!! You can't trust him with that immediately! You can't tell him that after just a day or even a few months before we consider him trustworthy first!" Dick exclaimed which irked Tim, swiveling the chair towards Dick, Bruce right beside the eldest with a tight frown. What was so wrong in telling Danny his civilian identity? All of them knew Danny wasn't interested in the circle of the rich but Danny still befriended him without knowing he was part of it, and wasn't even phased by it other than a bit surprised when he told Danny he was the son of Bruce Wayne and the CEO of WE.

"Listen, Dick. I trust Danny and he trusts me, and if you think he isn't trustworthy, you have no right to say that without even fully knowing him yet! He told me he didn't care about it when I told him and he said it wouldn't change anything bad between us!" Dick just shook his head with an exasperated sigh.

"This is getting a bit much, baby bird. Maybe you and Danny should take some time off, separated for a while-"

Dick got cut off mid sentence when Tim let an involuntary growl slip between his lips. Separating with Danny for a while would mean he won't see him, which means he can't get coffee, which means he'll be tired again and would end up falling asleep instead of working. It would also mean preventing him from meeting and talking to the cute boy he made a connection with. At this point, he wasn't even sure if it's even in a platonic or romantic way anymore.

"Danny is mine. Mine and only MINE! I won't share him with anyone else! And if you think you can keep him away from me then I'm sorry to disappoint but that won't be happening. If anyone ever lays a finger on even a single hair on him, I'll make sure they won't even be able to use their hands or their arms anymore." Tim said it all in a dark and cold voice through gritted teeth.

He couldn't imagine anyone ever taking Danny and the delicious coffee he makes away from Tim before he would get to them first. He's already killed a lot of people in the LOA, what's one or a few more to add to the list?

Standing up and hastily scooping up every file and paper he had on the desk before matching to the exit of the Batcave to continue his work in his room. On second thought, he would just go back to his Nest and do it there.

While walking away, he missed the horror and dread filled looks on both Dick and Bruce's face, mostly Dick. They were now extremely worried for their brother's/son's mental health, especially his obviously obsessive and possessive attitude towards his boyfriend.

Danny, working as a cashier: Can I help you?

Tim half-deranged: Please I just want a cup of coffee

Danny squinted, then pulled out a binder: I'm sorry, sir, but you are on the Don't Serve Coffee list. I can offer you some tea instead-

Tim: NO. THIS IS THE FIFTH PLACE. BRUCE CAN'T OWN YOU ALL!

Danny leaning in to whisper: Look, man, I can't give you coffee under the cameras. Meet me in the back alley in twenty minutes and I'll get you a coffee. Bring Cash.

Tim: how much? Five hundred, six hundred or hell even a thousand? I'll bring whatever you want.

Danny: Chill dude, it's a cup of coffee. Three dollars is fine.

Tim: It's not just any coffee! It's my favorite brand and Bruce bought them out just to make sure they wouldn't sell to me anymore!

Danny: okay okay, this coffee means a lot to you. I get it. Twenty minutes alright?

Jason three weeks later in Bat cave: Tim's on drugs! I've caught him trading cash for small containers in a shady alley six times. We need an intervention.

Dick: What?! I thought that was his boyfriend!

Bruce: I also thought that was Tim boyfriend but if it's a drug dealer we have to help him.

Tim hiding in the shadows: shit.

Tim texting Danny: If anyone asks your my secret boyfriend who been making me teas in allies

Danny: who the hell would believe that? But I've had a boring week, so yeah, I'm down to be a pretend boyfriend.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

((Alrighty! It's been a while since I've done the comics things and we're finally on Prodigal!))

Dick wearing the cowl... oohhhhh this is already setting a tone

Oh okay that cover is jsut saying "Hey Dick's wearing the suit rn" but I think we're doing one of Robin's issues rn

Ah. Harvey's having therapy

...*Is Dick wearing the cowl or not?* I do like the title Brothers In Arms tho

Ah. We're getting the story of why Harvey scares the bejesus out of Dick

Harvey having one hell of an identity crisis, poor guy

And Dick stepped in as one of the hanging victims so it ended up being between him and Batman.. fuck

And we're moving onto talking about Jason

...I do kinda buy Jason being reckless to a degree because I guess you kinda need that quality to be able to take the occasional risk to survive but they're really skipping over the whole "he wanted to meet his mother" thing. Poor boy was having an identity crisis of his own, he didn't know Joker was gonna be involved at all!

Ah, this is essentially the recap issue because Dick doesn't know shit about what Tim's beginning was like and obviously Tim doesn't know the exact ins and outs of Dick's beginning

...oh... one hell of a way for your first major incident to end, Dick :( He would've been... what, 10?

Ooooookay, Dick is taking up the cowl. Bruce is taking a step back to actually rest and also live the part of life he's neglected but can't justify leaving Gotham without Batman so... Dick

One hell of a prologue

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Oh hey Croc

Wayne Manor is still a mess and still no Alfred :( But at least Dick is in fact able to cook and can make sure he and Tim don't go hungry

Lol Dick's attempt at the spooky voice and Tim calling it a spooky voice and both of them acknowledging that Gordon's smart and will catch on soon enough

"Not stealing, Robin, more like borrowing one of dad's toys" "Toy's got muscles" "That's our dad." Dick has 100% already mentally adopted Tim even though Tim still has his dad

Tim's already having a great time and Dick is having understandable doubts and worries

Hoo boy, mr ventriloquist

But first, lunch

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Food acquired

So Arkham's still rubble, everyone's staying in Blackgate, the guards hate it and Harvey's up for court

And Tim skipped school to get lessons from Dick who's currently cleaning the house

...is Two Face seriously potentially getting out of court because of a name mix up? Is this really what we're doing?

Okay Scarface is jumping into the game again and trying to take his turf back, Tim is excited to be doing proper Batman and Robin things again and Dick is realising just how much weird shit he's missed

And also Gordon actively choosing not to ask for help because the trust is gone

So... Scarface, the puppet, is just going to a new person? Does everyone just fall into the delusion that he's real?

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...am I meeting a rat themed rogue?

Ratcatcher. Mkay

And Tim staying up late to make sure Dick knows about Two Face

Your dad wants to take you to a tennis match? That'd be kinda fun! It's time with your dad! He's trying, it's not his fault he's limiting your time with Robin

Harvey actually got out on a clerical error wtf

Oof Gordon really doesn't trust anything rn

So Ratcatcher was a pest control guy before basically going nuts?

Damn, that was actually really smart

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Well that's one hell of an opening. What've you done now, Tim?

...this is 100% a stress dream, there's no way Tim would actually go to school in costume

Called it! Stress dream... and incredible bed head

Ooof ass crack of dawn wake up after potentially getting in late from patrol to go fishing with his dad

Oh great! Two Face really hates Robin now! ...dang, that really recolours my interactions with my Two Face...

Tim's relationship is definitely on the rocks

Okay that's kind of iconic tho, Two Face standing there with a chainsaw saying he can hack

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Oof the pressure is already showing for Dick :( Poor guy

DIck's hair getting pretty long

And Two Face basically redoing the first time he and Dick crossed paths

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Oh heeeeeyyyyy Babs~ I see you

Fuck off Cluemaster

Tim, stop sassing Two Face

Ah so people actually can tell there's been multiple Robins

And Dick's ready to give the cowl back up

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Awwww Tim and Ariana on a movie date

Tim got the shit kicked out of him, didn't feel better as Robin and now his future step mother is here to help his dad with physio

Lol Dick making Tim actually help with the housework

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Oof, Dick having an identity crisis... and the poor guy is gonna have to do this again when Bruce gets lost in time and Damian shows up

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Ah. Tallyman is back

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Damn, Tim immediately checking Dick when he starts snapping and Dick listening and readjusting

They both split to investigate and yeah, it probably didn't feel good at the time but Dick was able to prove to himself that Jean Paul really wasn't involved. And he's not. He's not doing well

We've got someone called Steeljacket?

Oh and Bruce is home

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Bruce and Dick arguing and Tim going for an unwilling joyride on some asshole

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Jus Troika left and then I'll *finally* be done with this saga

[dragon-chica]

"Batmom"

The story of how the name Batmom came to be, and how it traveled.

It wasn't long after Dick started calling you 'mom' that he came up with the brilliant idea of since Bruce is Batman, you must be 'Batmom'!

He thought of it on patrol when Bruce was reminding him to only use codenames when Dick wanted to say something about you and wasn't supposed to say 'mom'.

He was very proud of himself and kept repeating 'Batmom, Batmom, Batmom' throughout the night so he wouldn't forget before they went home.

You always waited up to make sure both your boys got home safely and as soon as the Batmobile (also named by Dick) has parked your little boy had shot out of his seat toward you yelling "Batmom!!"

Bruce had a smile on his face because he knew you'd enjoy the new name and started putting their gear away while Dick told you all about their night and a rather long explanation about you being "Batmom".

After that "Batmom" just came naturally, Bruce and Dick referred to you as such on every patrol after, and sometimes at home. You adored it.

One night as you're getting into bed beside Bruce you elbow him lightly "Now that I have my own code-name I guess I'm a hero now too, huh?" it's playful and you expect a warm chuckle.

But instead Bruce wraps his arm around you, resting his head against the juncture of your neck.

"Of course, you saved me long ago."

I always picture Bruce and Batmom before bed with both their beside lamps on, Bruce in pastel silk buttoned two piece pajamas and sitting up on his side waiting for you to come to bed with him.

After Dick left Gotham Bruce still referred to you as 'Batmom' if he were to speak with you on coms during patrol, he didn't think much of it at first.

Until it hit him one night, you were 'Batmom' because Dick was talking to his mom, Bruce was talking about his mom, now he's working alone, if he's talking to you, just you on coms, there's not really a need for a code name is there.

He was quiet afterwards that night.

When he first takes Jason out on patrol, he instantly falls back into it.

Jason's a little stunned the first time he hears Batman (who really is much different than the kind and open Bruce-Dad at home) says in his deep, raspy tone "Batmom".

He instantly knew he was talking about you! And Jason loves it! He never knew you had a vigilante name too! And jumps right in on referring to you as 'Batmom' from there on out, a seamless switch.

Bruce realizes what he's done afterwards, too late for his own liking, but talking with Jason, a small Robin and calling you 'Batmom' as he always did with Dick, was just natural.

The first time he calls you 'Batmom' on coms again you pause for a few seconds and he can hear the smile in your reply.

After Jason's gone, Bruce is quiet during patrol. He doesn't speak much but he knows you're there, a comfort to you both. But when he does, he still calls you 'Batmom'.

Tim calls you 'Batmom' before he even goes on patrol, it surprises you a little, but you later find out it's because in every log or file in the Batcave that includes you in mention or footnote, Bruce has you as 'Batmom'.

You definitely tease Bruce about it later.

So Tim figured he should call you as such too, very professional. And not realizing it's more of a nickname your family gave you instead.

It's probably a year later he really realizes it's much more casual as he's sitting in a spinning chair in the cave whining "Batmoooom" to you.

Damian takes it as Fully serious.

He hasn't started seeing you as any kind of parental figure yet, but fully believes what Bruce says as law and as all your other children and Bruce call you 'Batmom' in costume, he does as well.

You feel a little fuzzy at first before realizing 'oh. he doesn't mean it like that'. When he completely turns back around after patrol.

It's Tim who finally breaks the news to him.

"You do realize we call her that because she's mom right? Not because she uses a secret identity."

Damian did not realize that, shows no expression beyond 'neutral resting anger' but his entire face goes red as he glares down at the streets.

The first time Cassandra called you 'Batmom' over the coms you were ready to cry.

She readily calls you Mom during the day when she does speak, but to hear her say Batmom? A relatively silly nickname your boys have called you for years? You heart.

She receives an extra kiss on the head after coming home and the others aren't sure why you seem so proud of her tonight?

And you don't tell Bruce when he asks why you seem so happy all the while before going to bed that night.

Honestly Duke raises his eyebrow a little the first time he hears everyone referring to you as 'Batmom'.

Sure you're their mom and it's not secret that every one of these boys is a total Mama's Boy, but these are also very professional crime fighting vigilantes that fight aliens and psycho-clowns.

Walking around saying 'Batmom'. He almost thinks it's a joke to see what he'd do?

But they don't let up on it and have really good poker faces so he finally tries asking Dick (as if he wouldn't be worse if it was a joke..)

"Hey so like...if I were to say something to Mrs. Wayne during patrol, and we're not supposed to say actual names, what should I say?"

"Oh, Batmom!"

"No I mean seriously, what do I say?"

"We call her Batmom :)"

"Dude."

Dick looks too confused for this to be a joke.

These people are really weird.

Says 'Batmom' the next night.

It's daresay even more fun when other heroes join in on your nickname.

Dick was actually rather good at keeping it a secret from the Titans, he was never embarrassed saying it back in Gotham when he teamed up with the bats again.

But this is his team, he's cool, he's the leader, the seasoned hero, he worked with Batman, yes he calls you Mom and everyone hears him talk about you a lot- but Batmom?

Great joy was had when Jason had linked his coms to the Batcave and said 'Batmom' to you without thinking.

Roy is bent over laughing "Batmom?? BATMOM?"

somehow Jason's helmet gave him an even more deadpan stare. "Are you finished?"

"Not until I get to thank Batmom for letting me hear you say 'Batmom'."

Tim never hid it or made a big deal about it, Bart and Conner joining in on 'Batmom' as easily as any vigilante name.

Jon hears Damian call you 'Batmom' once in a conversation and takes it in stride.

Soon your inside affectionate nickname has spread like wildfire and in the same light as Batman, a hero's alter-ego and every crime fighter and their sidekick says so without batting an eye. (well, maybe a teasing wink.)

[pynkgothicka]

Could this thristy & dirty soul ask about all ageup batboys (or only Dick and Jay if 4 are so much) "hunting" a poor nurse Reader. One who met them in the hospital whey they escort a victim or a family member as cover or something like that in their vigilante alter egos, and asked them if they need a fix, due to his nature as a good person). Maybe, MAYBE (i'm horny rn uwu) with smut kinda any of the following: bondage, kidnapping, corruption kink, claiming/marking, dubcon or noncon, gaslighting

Dark! Batboys x Fem! Reader

a/n:This is like 6 pages long, and I'm sorry it took eons for me to finish… I don't even like the finished product tbh

Tags/Warnings: NONCON, breeding, fivesome????, praise, cliaming/marking, bondage, GASLIGHTING, SEXUAL ASSULT, KIDNAPPING, DEGRATION

Your personal hell started when Red Robin came to the asylum one night. He was so drained and out of it, you couldn't help but dote on him and nurse him back to health. You allowed him to rest in your office, all under your protection. You couldn't do much, but you assumed it was the thought that counts.

And when he woke up you were asleep instead. It was strange seeing someone so caring working in such a hellhole. And yet here you were, living proof there was some good in Gotham. So what else would he do besides not tell his adoptive brothers. And they made it their sole mission to talk and watch over you. All without you figuring it out.

"Make sure we have empty rooms for the night!!" Your Co worker called out to you, interrupting your train of thought as you made one of the hospital beds. Sweat poured down your face as the bright light of the room beamed down on you. "Oh and one of Batman's boys is going to be bringing in someone from an interrogation or something. Greet them for me and lead the way so the patient can be booked." You nodded your head and got back to work.

You picked up your clipboard and made your way to the front of the Asylum, your kitten heels getting stuck in the mud as you walked outside. You used your clipboard as an umbrella to hide from the rain. You were probably going to be assigned more than you could chew which would lead you to staying late, which is one thing you did not want to do in Gotham. If anything, all you needed to do was get home, on time and safe. You mumbled to yourself taking notes at what your plans for the night would end up being. And you weren't excited to say the least.

Unbeknownst to you though, you crashed right into a large mass. You stumbled back, thankfully your mud coated heel keeping you in place. You looked up to see no one other than the current Robin, bulkier than the previous ones. His sword was ever so bright in the night, the shine reflected off the moonlight. His hair was cut short and spiky, and he had one of your patients for the night. Just by one look at the man you could tell it was Fear Toxin. The way he shook and mumbled to himself was all the signs you needed.

“Ahem.”

The voice pulled you from your trance and you shook your head refocusing yourself. “I’m assuming you're in charge tonight?” His voice rang in authority. Yet there was a slight teasing in the way he spoke to you.

"Ermm, Yeah I guess. Is he okay?!" You asked, grabbing the injured man's hands. He jerked away from you still mumbling to himself. You realized that Scarecrow's toxin had settled in for far too long, most likely giving him irreversible brain damage. “Come on, let's get you some help.” You took the man away from the hulking Robin. His eyes followed you as you stumbled while pulling your heels from the ground at a steady pace. You opened the door to the infirmary, giving the trauma stricken man to your coworker. She pulled you close by your collar, placing a hand on your clipboard.

“Be careful with this one, I hear he has a real temper.”

“What?”

She motioned behind you, taking your clipboard. “I’d head home, quickly. Hes a fucking asshole.” She pulled away smiling at you. “Sign the new patient in, and have a lovely day sir.” You turned around seeing an uninterested Robin,and all he did was give a firm nod. You looked around anxiously teetering on your heels. You were about to turn around but a firm hand held you in place. You looked up and back at his hand.

"You have to come with me, We'd like to interrogate you for Scarecrow's recent crime."

"How would I, a nurse who's been at work all day, have anything to do with what's just happened?"

"Well you do know the Toxin like the back of your hand correct? So you would know something about his latest strand, correct?"

"What makes you think that??" You scoffed out trying to yank his hand away.

"You were just analyzing who I just bought in, and I never told you what happened. Now do you really want to challenge me?"

You let out a defeated sigh. "Fine. Lead me out." Robin turned around and led you out the building. You were walking just fine until a hand grabbed you at the back of your throat. The force pulled you back, rubbing against another man.

"Shh, you're alright."

There were two fingers in your neck, right at your pressure points. You started to blank out, vision getting spotty. You fell into the person's arms the last thing you heard was Robin and the other man arguing. It was all jumbled and blurred.

When you came too, you were in a nice bed. A hand rubbed at your hair, petting you like a cat. It was soothing, strangely. Your outfit was completely changed, now in red silk and lace. Everything was blurred but what you could easily make out was the two forms in bed with you. One was a bulkier figure with shaggy black hair, almost in a mullet. He laid facing you, an arm wrapped around your waist. The other was much skinner and leaner, and he was the one petting your hair, his own hair being short with an undercut.

“Look who's awake, And I thought Jason had hurt you. That would have been such a waste.” The one in front of you said rubbing your side. The one above you turned your face towards him, a small smile creeping into his face.

"You're so gorgeous when you sleep, Hey guys! She's up!” He then leaned down to kiss your forehead. It was strange how these boys showed you more love and affection than anyone has in your entire life. Then the door to the room bursted open two more bulked up adonises walking in and just staring at you. You shivered under their harsh gaze. The undercut one leaned down and whispered into your ear, "Don't be shy, they're not going to hurt you."

"I don't-" A strawberry was shoved into your mouth, the sweetness and chocolate coating cutting you off.

"Behave, they worked hard to get you." The bulkier one on the bed added. Then it hit you.

"Y-Your Robin…" everything started swirling around you as you started piecing together everything. These were all of Batman's boys, his main sidekicks at least. "Your all Robin…"

"You were always so smart." You looked deeper into the one who kept talking to you. That was Tim Drake, the boy who now runs Wayne's Enterprises.

"Your Tim Drake… wait that means your Dick…. Damian… and Jason? You're supposed to be dead…" You looked down trying to wrap your head around what was happening. You were dreaming, maybe Scarecrow's toxin had gotten to you. Or maybe this was real, and you had to run. You started to get up, but Dicks hands game to your side pinning you down at the hips, you started lashing out in a fit of rage and sorrow. You needed to leave.

"Shit she's losing it, give me something to restrain her!." Dick yelled, keeping you down. His grip tightened as you got rougher, trying to harm Dick anyway imaginable. Your protests grew louder as Jason took your arms and tied them close to your body, turning into a board. Your feet were also tied at the ankles all with zip ties, the slightest movement would make them dig into your skin further than they were. You knew that they were going to bruise.

"You couldn't find anything else!?!" Damian yelled at Jason. The tension between the two was strong. "It's like you want to hurt her… I swear to fucking God, If she wasnt here I’d fucking kill you.."

"Fuck off, Your lucky that I even worked with you."

"Guys how about we show we aren't dysfunctional and make her feel welcomed?" Dick suggested obviously done with whatever they had going on. Dick looked down at you, now tear streaked and sobbing silently. "Are you scared baby? They aren't going to hurt you, look you just have to trust them alright?"

You repeated No over and over again as Tim and Dick tried calming you down. Tim kept stroking your hair while Dick held you close, arms wrapped around your torso. All Damian and Jason did though was eye each other down, breathing heavily with each tick. Dick finally sighed and let go of you before motioning for the two to follow him, then with them following behind, stepped outside and closed the door. A bit of pressure was relieved, as only Tim had you now.

"Dicks going to handle it darling, don't worry. I'm so happy you calmed down though. We had such a huge night planned out for you." Tim laid a kiss on your forehead, a loud mwah popping off in your ears.

"What do you mean…" You muttered out, eyeing the door down.

"We've been working on this for months, and of course we have to celebrate your arrival. Plus, Dick made chocolate covered strawberries, you don't want to make him feel bad do you?"

"I guess not…" Tim tore off the stem and placed one end into his own mouth before leaning down and hovering over your own. He poked at them, trying to get you to open up. In which you reluctantly did. Tim used this as an opportunity to kiss you, slipping his tongue in besides the strawberry. His kisses were slow and sensual, each time he pulled away he would come back and keep up the pace he set.

"You make me feel so whole darling. I need you…" Tim mumbled against your lips. He hugged you close, handling your bound arms with caution.

That entire night Dick, Damian and Jason didn't come back at all. It was just you and Tim spoiling the shit out of you. It was strange, when it was just you and him, you felt safe and untouchable. He handled you with such care and genuine love.

Tim loved you, and protected you, he loved you.Tim would watch movies with you and cuddle. He would whisper sweet nothings into your ear and overall treat you like a goddess. And that's what he genuinely saw you as, a goddess and he wanted to be one of your worshipers.

So when that peace was disrupted after a particularly bad mission, and you walked out of your room to see where Tim was, he was nowhere to be found. You started to panic, your only source of any real protection gone. Tim Would always come and greet you, then grab a snack, finally come back and spend the eture night with you. And you were stuck with 3 men who adored you and yet haven't acted on it.

So you tried turning around to head back to your "room." But Dick grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face the other two. "I'm assuming you're looking for Tim? He's going to be right back. But you know it's so weird that We are reaping none of the benefits of keeping you here huh?” Dick said, holding you in vice grip. You took in a gulp of air as Jason came closer to you, almost like he was a caged tiger and the slightest bit of movement would set Jason off. You backed further into the countertop, he looked pissed, hell everyone looked pissed.

“Why does he hoard you so much?” Jason stated.

That was the first time you heard him speak to you directly in a while. You kept muttering please as he soon was directly on you, looking down at your form. Jason leaned down and kissed you harshly and yet you could tell he meant every bit of it. His hands held you in place by your hips, and you could feel him slowly grind into your pelvis.

“Dick told us we could borrow you for a minute, as long as your guard is gone, you're ours.” Jason hissed into your neck, layering hickies on top of hickies. Damian came up next to you rubbing your back and trailing a hand to your hair. He forcefully turned it to where you looked at him and him only. He crashed your lips together, in a passionate kiss. Dick just watched, taking in everything he worked so hard to finally fall into place. It was such a long time of Dick having to force the two together, and get to a point of at least tolerating each other. Plus what kind of brother would he be if he didn't help his adoptive brothers get what they wanted.

Jason's kisses traveled further down, his hands making quick work of the large t-shirt you wore. Damian helped, disconnecting from your lips to pull the top above your head. He ground against your side, his hands coming to squeeze your breasts. You could feel Damian's smirk on your own lips. Meanwhile Jason was making quick work of your panties, yanking them down by the sides, watching as you became exposed to him. It was one big huge turn on, the anticipation and all the waiting he’d gone through,just for a taste of you. And Jason did, shoving his face right into your cunt, tongue lapping at your bud. You grabbed onto the counter-top, squeezing your eyes shut. You imagined it was someone else, some mass of black.You didn't want to associate yourself with what they were doing.

Then the door to the apartment opened, showing a horrified Tim Drake. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, and angered all at once.

“Wh-What are they… They Didn't want her.. This entire time. Why are they with-”

“Look at her Tim, don't you see everyones happy? Do you not want that for her… For us.”

DIck was wrong, you were horrified. Yet nothing could compare to the feeling of your blood going cold coming next.

“I've been spending all my time with her! Why do y-”

“Hey this is good for us, don't you trust me?” Tim looked off to the side before taking a deep breath in and nodding.

You snapped. You started to scratch again and beat at Jason's head. He pulled away, a string of spit connecting you to his lips. He grabbed at your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. Your face was red and stained.

“I think you need to be in zip ties again. Plus,” Jason got close to your ear and lowered his voice, “Gonna make it real easy to breed that cunt.” That took all the fight out of you, Damian pulling out a set of zip ties, easily locking you in place when you tried getting away from them. You slumped down on the ground and sobbed louder. You hid your face in your upper arms, npt daring to look up. You felt a hand rest of your arm and you tried jerking away from out of his grasp.

"Darling, come on it's not that bad… They are good people."

"No Tim… just no."

"I don't want to force you, but this is good for us. We can bond, as a family."

"I don't want to be in your fucked up fucking family. I.. I'm a virgin for god's sake…" You said sternly. You stayed put, refusing to get up and leave.

"What's the hold up?" You heard Damians voice come closer to you. You chose to ignore him, blocking everyone out.

"She's uncomfortable and a virgin-"

"Oh for god's sake Tim, get aggressive with her, rough her up." Damian grabbed you by your hair. "You need to learn where the fuck is your place. You think you have all these privileges but now, you're going to listen and obey." Your breaths became heavy and wearied out, you reluctantly nodded. "Your such a good girl, I think Tim should go first, since he's got so fucking attached huh? Plus I think he wants to pop that cherry for you, right?" Damian sneered, getting up and walking past the kneeling Tim. You barely paid any attention to what was happening around you. But you were brought back real quick when you were picked up and brought to your room. Your body was placed gently on the bed. Tim stood over you now completely naked, obviously nervous at what he was planning on doing.

"I already prepped her for you and everything. Get what you deserve." Jason taunted standing behind Tim. In which Tim gulped and nodded, taking you by your ankles and positing his cock in front of your needy entrance. He slid in slowly, both of you gasping and moaning out. Tim hesitantly pushed himself all the way to the hilt. His front half gave out, as he fell forwards and hovered over you.

“Do you like that?" He asked timidly over you.

"I-"

He gave you no time to respond as he pulled his hips away and thrusted inside you again. He was gentle yet somewhat harsh, but you could tell he was seeking both of your pleasures. You looked away in a daze as the rest of them stood over you menacingly. Tim was loudly moaning into your ears, not having any plans on stopping.

"Shit she's cumming, look at you. Making her fall apart." Dick blurts rubbing at your thighs. And he was right, you were in pure bliss, Tim hitting all the right spots inside you.

"Claim her, she came on your cock, so it's your right to cream her fucking cunt." Jason added.

"Y-Yeah… my fucking.. right…" Tim panted out forcing himself further into you, pushing you into overstimulation and his release. And he was coming undone before your very eyes. Tim pulled you up and bit down into your shoulder, muffling his own whimpers. And with that he shot himself deep inside your womb, the rest of the boys cheering you on. You watched as the man you trusted turned into something you feared the most. Tim pulled away from you falling next to you.

"Shes fucked dumb." Damian commented coming close to your face. "What's wrong, couldn't break loose??" He snickered tracing the red mark Tim left.

"I call dibs on going next…"

[superboy-tm]

Oh man I completely forgot that Alfred actually jumps in to help Tim!

Tim goes on to say that he's studied karate, but it's apparently not enough (and btw goes to show that while Tim may not be the best acrobat in the world or as natural as Jason apparently is, he's still plenty athletic).

Also, man are these guys bad at secret identities.

Luckily, Two Face just... doesn't hear? Or doesn't care? Unclear, but this literally never comes up again, so... okay, I guess.

Tim does find Batman and Nightwing, manages to life a beam off of them with a lot of effort, and rescues them.... only for Bruce to unmask him (if it's that easy, why aren't people doing it all the time? Did Tim just do a bad job putting the mask on? What on earth)

Anyway, then Alfred and Dick start really advocating for Tim to be Robin, which is a pretty big turn around from earlier tbh.

Like, man, "almost as brilliant as was Master Dick"? Alfred, my dude, he punched a guy and then almost immediately died and needed your help--literally when did he even do acrobatics??

Honestly, the whole following convo is so fantastic I could make several posts on those panels alone (at some point maybe I will). But I especially like this panel:

Just. Tim standing in Batman's shadow, completely intimidated when he thinks what he's saying is valuable! He's not a fearless kid, either, but he's willing to set his nerves aside if he thinks it's the right thing to do.

This boy!!

Also: he makes multiple arguments to Bruce about Bruce's safety, about making "criminals" think Robin can't be killed, etc. and all I can think about is whether Tim ever did debate. I think he's in, like, middle school at this point and idk if middle schools have debate teams, but I'm just saying that he sure knows how to build an argument...

And it works--

Batman: "Don't you know you can't kill Batman and Nightwing?"

A Lonely Place of Dying, Part 5

We've made it! The final part of Tim's introduction into the comics, aka Batman (1940) #442.

This issue has everything you could want in a Bat comic: enabling Alfred, overly complicated villain scheme, improbable heroics from a kid who's definitely not old enough!

Anyway, we start out with Alfred telling Tim to think positive thoughts and just wait for Dick and Bruce to save themselves...

Anyway, obviously Tim's not gonna be satisfied with just waiting around and hoping.

And, oh hey, a reminder of Jason's death and Tim's catch phrase is back! What's an issue of a Lonely Place of Dying without those things, eh?

Gotta love some nearly religious imagery with the Robin suit, tbh.

Alfred gives Tim a lift (gosh he's so baby) and just keeps being like "I shouldn't be doing this", which like, okay, whatever you say, Alf. But then we get Tim's first time in the mask! A reluctant hero, only here because his heroes have fallen down on the job (literally).

Finally, Tim in the original Robin costume!! He gets a hit in on Two Face, but boy does his upperhand not last for long. And hey, apparently Tim getting hit with a brick is a recurring theme... what could it mean...?

Anyway, apparently Robin's death hasn't been confirmed for most folks.

And also i think it's worth noting that, although fandom often tends to forget it, the Joker really isn't the only Batman Rogue who fucking hates Robin. Two Face has had it out for Robin since Dick was in the tunic, and he is not playing!

[icantkeepplantsalive]

My favorite headcannon-

So we all agree that Bernard would have a popular YouTube channel or Reddit where he posts his theory’s, right?

When Tim is pissed off at his family he makes up his own theory’s about them and tells Bernard- and Bernard obsesses and it spirals and soon everyone’s pissed off EXCEPT Tim

And even if he doesn’t beleive Tim or doesn’t post about it the bats all live in fear that he WILL and Tim revels in the chaos

Dick- *pisses Tim off for the third time this week because he’s bored*

Tim- *on the phone with Dick* Hey babe?

Bernard- Yes love?

Tim- you know, I’ve been thinking about it for a while- do you think Nightwing has a stunt double?

Bernard- what?

Dick- WHAT?!

Tim- I mean, we’ve all seen him do all those flips and tricks on the rooftop, but I’ve never seen it while he’s actually fighting.

Dick- TIM

Tim- What if there’s two? One who parkours and does all the tricks and one who actually fights crime?

Bernard- okay, but why would they do that?

Tim- maybe it’s a way to suprise criminals? If they think Nightwings showing off downtown they’ll feel safe doing somthing shifty on the other side of town, and then BAM- the other one shows up! Or another Bat! It’s a way to lil criminals into a false sense of security, Nightwing can’t actually do any of those tricks! It’s a body double!

Bernard- IT ALL MAKES SENSE!!

Dick- TIMOTHY JACKSON

(It spirals from their. Bernard posts a video and every hero ever sends a link of it to Dick. ((Bernard beleives Nightwings body double is Richard Grayson- who works part time at Gothams Gymnasium teaching acrobatics- who ELSE knows how to do a quadruple flip and he always seems to disappear when somthing bass going on in Gotham(((Tim CHOKES when Bernard tells him))) but he doesn’t post that part to protect him)) )

Jason- exists to piss of Tim*

Tim- stares him dead in the eye, pulls out his phone and calls his boyfriend*

Bernard- hey-

Tim- Bernard! You’ll never guess what I saw!

Bernard- wha-

Tim- Red Hood and Nightwing were kissing! And it looked like Red Hood proposed! They must’ve been together for years!

Bernard- oh my god! It makes so much sense!!

Bernard- later that night- what happened to you?

Tim- still grinning- I got kneecapped by Hood

Bernard- aww, maybe Nightwing said no

Damian- admit your faults, Drake, you are unworthy and unwanted-

Tim- *wordlessly pulls out his phone and calls Bernard

Bernard- Hey babe!

Tim- so I have a theory- you know how everyone thinks there have been like- five, six robins?

Bernard- yeaaaaah?

Tim- what if there’s just the one? And Batman de-ages them when they get to old? I mean, he does have access to alien tech, right

Bernard- they all look different?

Tim- side effect of alien tech knowledgey maybe? Maybe that’s why they keep getting SHORTER

Damian- accept your demise, Drake! *activly trying to kill Tim

Tim- *laughing

Bernard-*hangs up

Even after Bernard KNOWS they kee doing it, and Bernard does it way more often then Tim. Specifically when they’re being mean to his boyfriend. “Damian needed to be put in his place! He had no right to say that to you!” “Bruce KNOWS your swamped, he can handle his own shit or I will make him.” “If dick doesn’t want to SAY sorry than I will MAKE him sorry”

Bernard’s favorite thing to do is pair the boy boys together or with different hero’s or criminals. His biggest hit was an hour long video explaining the long history and love square between Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Batman, and Superman he made when Bruce made Tim cry

**it’s all in good fun and everybody loves each other in my world because I ship the Batboysxhappinessandoverfourhoursofsleep