#scary dick

[frogaroundandfindout]

Love how dick didn’t even come there to do this. It was just a stop along the way.

Batman and Robin #12

[singswan-springswan]

In a happy world where Jason is legally resurrected and gets to go to college like he's always dreamed of

[bruciemilf]

Really glad we’re crowning Dick as the scariest batfamily member. Society is healing.

Don’t mind me, just imagining Bruce’s hands, big, soft, covered in the labor of violence, holding his eldest’s face, saying, “This is Dick. He’s the kindest person I know.”

Dick’s fists are behind his back. He’s holding some socialite’s bloody tongue in them. If they’re going to use it to talk shit about his father, they don’t need it. His smile is sunshine and war.

[frownyalfred]

"Bruce trains so he can always pick up his kids" nah. Bruce trains so that he can throw his kids. sending a 225 lb missile of muscle at his enemies is much more useful than being able to cuddle them, send tweet

[everwalldigan]

I love it when people draw Robin!Dick as a little creepy unsettling child like yes he embodies the blue eyed stare and moves in ways humans were never meant to move in and he never really grew out of it. Like the bright colours, the flips and the quips are so deceiving he’s so unsettling in the way no other Robin could quite replicate. I just know every criminal breathed a sigh of relief when he finally outgrew the tights.

[myssalyssa101]

I love the idea of the batfam forgetting just how scary Nightwing can be.

Most of the time he’s all smiles and he’s always trying to deescalate issue in the calmest way possible. But there are times that he has to actually get serious and fully destroy someone and THAT right there is what I love.

*The family on a mission together. Which is rare in itself. Especially since Red Hood is there. The last thing he wants is to be caught with any of the bats.

They are surrounded by goons and everyone sans Nightwing is incapacitated because of some injuries caused by said goons.

Then Nightwing just goes feral, completely destroying the goons, both effectively and quickly and everyone is sitting there just mouths agape because that’s Dick Grayson doing that.

The Dick Grayson that is always smiling and laughing.

The Dick Grayson that is always trying to hug everyone.

That’s Nightwing right there.

The Nightwing that fell in his face trying to get out the Batmobile last night

The Nightwing that survived an assassination attempt last week because he befriended the assassin

That’s their brother there that just wiped the floor with the goons that took out almost all of the bats.

Once Nightwing has finished basically cracking the skull of the last goon, he stands and turns to the family. He has blood on his face but he quickly- tries- to wipe it off and starts beaming like usual.

“So what do you guys think that Agent A made of dinner tonight?” *

[deadsetobsessions]

“Danny!” Tim comes screeching into the Lavender Room. Bruce had it built and decorated for him when Danny had expressed interest in lurking on the manor grounds. They were an odd bunch, these Bats. They’d even taken to leaving him fresh cream and freshly baked loaves of bread on the built in counter. Interesting choice.

“Little Sparrow. What is it?” Danny moved, long strides just a bit off as he approached the frantic pseudo Robin. The kid clung to him as much as he was frantically tugging Danny to the main manor.

“It’s Bruce! He’s being controlled! I don’t know-” Danny scooped Tim up and pulled on that otherness the bubbled beneath his veins. They melded into shadows and emerged to the other side, sequestered a hidden alcove overlooking the Batcave.

The sounds of blows being traded echoed, bouncing weirdly off of the screeching bats. Danny loved it. He peered down as Nightwing slammed an elbow onto his mentor’s face before doing a twisty maneuver a naga would have approved of to kick him in the throat.

Some of those hits are harder than Danny expected. Both Danny and Tim caught the glint of an unhinged grin playing at Nightwing’s lips.

“It seems Dick has this well in hand, little sparrow,” Danny lowered his voice, amusement sparking like grinding steel behind his eyes.

“…He might be working out some stuff.” Tim admitted, wincing as mind controlled Bruce took a crushing blow to the ribs.

“If that ‘stuff’ consists of repressed anger, yes.” Danny sighed admiringly as Nightwing screamed in Bruce’s face before kicking him viciously in the ankle. “Perhaps I’ll step in, hm, little sparrow?”

Tim’s grip tightened on his sleeve before releasing. “Better you than me.”

Danny hummed, drawing a little more from his otherness to appear directly before Bruce.

“That’s enough, Jwenar.”

“Awe,” it was disconcerting to hear a high pitched voice coming from “I eat gravel and Alfred’s honey oatmeal for breakfast” Batman. “Come on Danny! I was just having a bit o’ fun! He’d have gotten his body back!”

“When? In ninety years? Out, Jwenar. I won’t say it again,” Danny sternly pointed away from Bruce, eyes flashing green. Behind him, Dick was trying to look like he wasn’t disappointed his beat down had been interrupted.

“Ugh,” Jwenar sulked, detaching themselves from Bruce’s neck. The little mosquito like fae snarled. “Next time, then.”

“There will be no next time.” Danny scolded, before swatting them so hard, they rocketed back into the Wilds.

“… Was it necessary to hit me that hard, Dick?” Bruce wearily asked, holding his broken nose.

“I don’t know, B, was it necessary to withhold Jason’s death from me?” Dick asked sweetly. Danny rumbled with laughter.

He liked these Bats, feral as they were.

His mouth stretched into a sharp, sharp, sharp grin.

He thinks he’ll keep them.

[flwrkid14]

Everyone Wants to Be Tim Drake’s Favorite Brother

Being Tim Drake’s favorite isn’t just about bragging rights—it’s about power, perks, and an almost supernatural level of protection.

It starts with the little things. Tim isn’t one for grand gestures, but when he cares about someone, it’s obvious. He listens—really listens—to the small comments, the things others might forget. That offhand remark about a snack you miss? Tim’s already on his way to get it for you. Complaining that your suit’s not fitting quite right? Tim’s hands-on with upgrades by morning. If you're Tim’s favorite, it’s a constant stream of thoughtful gestures. Gear gets upgraded, favorite books and gadgets mysteriously show up, and Tim’s always thinking of how he can make your life easier.

But being Tim’s favorite is more than just gifts. It’s the way Tim treats you, the way he prioritizes you over everything else. Tim listens when you vent, has your back during arguments, even when you’re wrong, and somehow—somehow—he gets Bruce to listen to you more than anyone else.

Bruce listens to everyone, of course. He’s the Bat. But when Tim speaks, it’s different. Bruce doesn’t just hear Tim—he acts. Whether it’s adjusting mission plans, reevaluating tactics, or considering Gotham’s crime trends. He’ll mention something, and suddenly, Bruce is shifting his approach. No one else seems to have that pull over him. Tim has a way of cutting through Bruce’s stubbornness that no one else can match. It’s not lost on anyone that when you’re Tim’s favorite, Bruce seems to listen to you more, too.

And then, there’s the most dangerous perk of all: Tim’s wrath.

Everyone in Gotham has learned to fear the consequences of hurting anyone Tim cares about. They all remember how Janet Drake, Tim’s mother, was exactly the same. Janet didn’t just love fiercely; she made people fear the consequences of betraying her affection. She’d build strong alliances and maintain an iron grip on them, ensuring no one dared to harm those she called her own. She had a reputation for turning the tables in ways that left lasting marks on Gotham’s criminals, so it’s no surprise that Tim inherited the same instincts. The last time one of his favorites got hurt in Gotham, the Rogue responsible learned the hard way that crossing a Drake isn’t something you do lightly. That night, the Rogue barely escaped with his life, and the damage he caused was felt across Gotham for weeks.

The rumors from that time still make the rounds. Red Robin hunted that Rogue down, dismantling supply lines and ruining their operations in ways no one else could, using connections no one could have anticipated for him to have. He sent a message—a warning—one that still echoes through Gotham’s criminal world. After that, the Rogues were far more cautious when it came to hurting anyone Red Robin seemed particularly attached to.

These days, the Rogues are more careful. If they can see who Tim’s favorite is, they back off. Patrols get easier. The punches are pulled. The threats don’t carry the same weight. It's almost comical. Once, Jason caught Riddler mid-riddle and swore he saw him glance over his shoulder like he was checking for something—and then mutter, “Not worth it,” before retreating.

Of course, everyone’s gotten a taste of these perks at some point.

Jason remembers his time as Tim’s favorite. When he first came back, Tim went above and beyond. His gear was upgraded constantly, his safehouses were restocked with his favorite things, and there were custom modifications to everything. Tim even managed to reclaim all his old safehouses from the GCPD archives with no problem. Jason never openly admitted it, but he savored every moment. It felt good to be cared for like that.

Cass had it too when she struggled to reconnect with the family. Tim stuck close, quietly offering his support—whether it was with training or just sitting together. She didn’t ask for a suit upgrade, just mentioned how bulky it was in passing, and Tim designed a new one for her the following week, fitting it perfectly to her style. And as for the Rogues? They couldn't run away fast enough when she showed up.

Right now, they all suspect Duke to be the favorite. Tim’s always inviting him to collaborate on tech projects or sharing valuable intel. And Duke has started receiving gifts that seem to show up at just the right moment—books, custom gadgets, and even the occasional throwback cereal he mentioned in passing. Tim’s also been there for him every step of the way, making sure he’s always in the loop, collaborating on projects, and taking the time to make Duke feel seen.

“You know,” Duke said one night, stirring his soup casually, “Scarecrow’s been weirdly quiet lately.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Jason said with a raised eyebrow. “What did you do?”

Duke blinked. “Nothing.”

Jason shot Tim a look. “What did you do?”

Tim’s smirk was all the answer Jason needed.

And that’s the thing—being Tim’s favorite isn’t just about attention or gear. It’s about something more. It’s about protection. Once you’re Tim’s favorite, the world seems like it can’t touch you. And everyone knows it.

They’ve all had their time as Tim’s favorite. Jason, Cass, even Damian had his moment. But once you’re no longer the favorite, it’s hard not to crave it again.

Jason lingers in the Batcave, pretending to talk about his gear but subtly hinting at upgrades Tim could add to it.

Damian scoffs at the idea of being prioritized, but Tim catches him comparing his gear to Duke’s own, new and improved gear, muttering to himself, “It’s adequate,” like it’s an insult.

Dick tries to remain above it all—he’s the eldest, after all. He doesn’t need Tim’s attention. But when he sees Tim working behind the scenes, tinkering with Duke’s gear or offering an unexpected assist to Jason, there’s that ache of longing for when he was the center of Tim’s world.

In the end, they’ll never say it, but every single one of them secretly wants to be Tim’s favorite. Because when Tim Drake decides you’re his favorite, you’re not just cared for—you’re protected and given an unwavering loyalty that makes you feel untouchable in Gotham.

And in Gotham, where danger is always close, nothing is more powerful than the protection and devotion of a Drake.

[psychemochanight]

Okay, there is talk of Dick yelling at his siblings in Batman's voice to calm them down...

But what about Bruce trying to use Dick's voice when they won't listen to him?

I imagine the batkids like the hyenas in The Lion King when they discover that it's Bruce and not Dick.

[frogaroundandfindout]

Dick drags a suspect screaming through the streets and threatens to drop him in the middle of traffic

Batman and Robin #3

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Dick, Tim, Bruce they all hallucinate. And the angst of it is insane but let's talk a bit more about the comfort.

They read each others files they know certain things happen helping each other instead of hurting.

Jason noticing Dick is staring off to the side, his brother getting anxious. He gently moves in front calling him. "Hey dickie whatever you seeing isn't real, it's alright."

Dick who prefers you to remind him it's all in his head.

Damian who walked down to the cave Tim is having an active conversation with the wall. Calling over to him, "Drake let's move to your room, I have a drawing to show you." Leading him by the hand and staying with him.

Damain and Jason both leaving animals specifically with Tim and Dick are after they noticed them relying on the animals not moving or twitching to help decide if something is actually there.

Dick interrupting a panicked Bruce who is seeing a blood covered Jason. Gently steering him to his room, laying down to watch a movie.

It's not abnormal for Tim to grab Jason, Damian or even Dick on a good day to ask if they see anything.

A quick call out of "Anyone else seeing this?" Is expected.

Code words change by the day between them.

Sometimes none of it works but just staying with them until whatever passes.

Bruce who isn't as obvious but will attempt to find Alfred, Jason guides.

Dukes powers doing wonders to help because if he's not seeing it you defiantly aren't.

A movie night interrupted by a panicked Dick asking if anyone else can hear that. Jason and Tim working to ground him.

It's unsetting for Jason, Damian, and Duke but it's absolutely terrifying for them doing everything they can to help.

It's worse though because sometimes it's just voices, or Tim feeling like there's bugs all over him, swearing Alfred the cat was just in here but he's safe in Damian's arms. Working together to try and make it just a bit easier for them.

[brucewaynehater101]

Dick Grayson as a villain is terrifying.

That man could commit mass amounts of terror, turn back to his loved ones with a soft smile, and complete fuck over their ability to fight him rationally. Hell, he'd probably even get a few of them to join him.

Dick would be the type of villain to successfully manipulate everyone around him. He would show the people he cares about (or needs to use) so much affection and love that it screws with their ability to condemn him.

[dickgraysonmybeloved]

Alfred, the grandfather who is this close to whipping out the shotgun: Master Jason, would you care for some mashed potatoes? Jason, back for a family dinner because Bruce isn't there and technically this fills his family dinner quota: Fine. But I'm not eating any green bean casserole. It tastes like sadness and disappointment. Tim, who has to eat at least three times a week under Alfred's watch: I think it's pretty good. Jason, snapping: You would. You're practically a sentient spreadsheet. You probably think beige is a vibrant colour. Tim, indigently: Beige is versatile. Jason, slamming down his knife and fork: You know what else is versatile? A Batarang to the face.

Bonus:

Dick, sitting across from them, waving his arms desperately trying to stop the inevitable brawl: Well, I think this corn is the best you've ever made Alfred! *Waving his hands again.* Corn is just the best, isn't it, guys? I love corn!

Tim and Jason whipping around, in sync: You would.

Dick, smile of plastic: Okay. Corn is the best. Say it with me now. Tim and Jason, in sync to their horror, fear filled eyes: Corn is the best.

Dick, with a normal human smile on his face: Good!

[bruciemilf]

ships where the human is scarier and more intimidating than their super powerful lover who could crush the world in the palms of their hand, my beloved

[bogleech]

@revretch and I were just talking about how we never see anyone mention this online, or depict it in artwork or in the media. Don't people CARE that a type of tiny ridiculous looking dog was (at least allegedly) bred to be hidden in your sleeves as a "defensive weapon?" Like a Pokemon? Like a real life summon spell? I don't even know for sure if that was ever actually done but it was at least a strong enough theory that they were carried around in sleeves anyway as a flex. The entire suggestion of it is so funny you'd think it'd be in a million cartoons. Or you'd think there'd be people even now dedicated to keeping them hidden in their coats like a gun.

[were-wolverine]

dick grayson has scary dog privilege but it’s just his younger siblings

dick: hi :D !!

cass, jason, tim & damian: *behind him, glaring*