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[myrefugeblog]

Hoje é meu aniversário, então...

Batkids e aniversários.

• O primeiro aniversário que Dick se lembra foi comemorado enquanto eles estavam em turnê. O circo estava em São Petersburgo, seus pais o levou para ver a Praça de Santo Isaac, onde as primeiras rosas estavam surgindo. Depois que ele foi adotado por Bruce, Dick sempre visita as rosas que foram plantadas por Martha. Ele sempre presenteia os membros de sua família com uma rosa em

• O último aniversário que Jason teve com sua mãe, eles estavam passando muita necessidade. O dinheiro estava apertado, mas ela conseguiu um pedaço de bolo e uma vela e encorajou Jason a fazer um pedido. Hoje em dia, não importa o quão irritado com a batfamília Jason esteja, ele faz questão de preparar o bolo de aniversário deles.

• Tim não se lembra de ter tido uma festa de aniversário. Seus pais sempre trouxeram "presentes" (objetos que provavelmente deveriam pertencer a museus) que eles afirmam ter sido escolhidos para comemorar a data, mas nunca estavam presentes. Desde que Tim se tornou integrante da família no dia de seu aniversário tanto os Waynes, quanto seus amigos, se reúnem na mansão (que inevitavelmente precisa de reformas depois de cada festa).

• Steph manteve uma tradição com sua mãe de ter ao menos uma refeição juntas no dia do seu aniversário. Como sua mãe trabalhave em regime de plantão em hospitais em alguns anos elas se reuniam no café da manhã, em outros no almoço, ou mesmo no jantar. Depois que ela se integrou aos Waynes, apesar de seus protestos "Eu não sou sua filha Bruce" reuniões com toda batfamília antes da patrulha no dia do seu aniversário se tornaram comuns.

• Damian não teve a infância mais ajustada de todas, mas no seu aniverário ele e Talia sempre estavam em uma misssão. Uma maneira conveniente deles terem o dia inteiro sozinhos, nesses dias Talia incentivava Damian a agir mais livrimente. Depois de ir para Gotham ela ainda faz visitas na semana do aniversário de Damian, normalmente no fim de semana.

• Cass nunca comemorou aniversário antes de ser adotada. Ela escolheu comemorar dia 20 de março, Cass prefere pegar uma pessoa da família e viajar para um local que nenhum dos dois tenha visitado ainda.

• Duke passa os dias (manhã e tarde) do seu aniversário fora de patrulha, ele passa com sua família e visitando seus parentes. Durante a noite ele passa em patrulha com toda a batfamília. No fim de semana, após seu aniversário, Duke faz uma festa na mansão.

[fanaticalthings]

Bruce Wayne except he texts like an ominous boomer

wdym you can't tell if he's threatening them?

Based on this post by @mysterycitrus :)

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Bonus:

Happy birthday, Tim 🥰

[bruciemilf]

Funny: Bruce is completely ignorant about gen z slang

Funnier: Bruce misunderstands slang in general because his brain takes everything literally

For example:

Steph: Bruce, you look dope today.

Bruce, wondering how in God’s name he can look like weed:

[violent138]

On the role of Alfred, as understood by the JLA:

Robin!Dick: "It's pretty much Alfie that calls all the shots, sets my bed time and Batman's."

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Red Hood: "It's like a Charlie's angels situation."

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Red Robin, before going against League orders: "The boss? You mean like, Alfred? No I haven't asked him yet."

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Spoiler: "You really want to be late for the dinner? Alfred won't be happy."

Bruce: *closes computer* "We'll finish this up some other time."

JLA: *confused*

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Clark, after Bruce gets severely injured: "Oh God, Alfred’s going to kill me."

Hal: "Relax, what's he even going to do? You're bullet proof."

Clark, groaning and sitting down, head in hands: "That's not going to stop him."

Oliver: "Say the word, and I'll get you on an island not found on any map."

Hal: ???

[bluejayscrying]

Babs using her oracle 'hacking' (lets be fr she probs already has access) skills to hop into everyones devices at random intervals of the day like:

*Tims phone pings with a tinder notification*

Immediate Text from Barbra: Don't match with her she eats her tortillas cold with no cheese

~

*Duke searches "how do you tell if your seeing ghosts or just sleepy"*

first link on google opens a website that just says in all caps: DUKE YOUR SHIFT IS OVER GO. HOME.

~

just babs knowing everything 24/7. imagine Stephanie starts talking at home about something she's upset about, and her TV just starts blasting cat videos.

[superbat-love]

Dick: [flaunting his Halloween costume] Ta-da! Guess what I’m supposed to be?

Cass: Fun Batman.

Jason: Batman having a midlife crisis.

Duke: Rainbow Batman?

Damian: Father with a fruit hat.

Tim: Fruity Batman.

Barbara: Batman finally being honest with himself.

Steph: Batman’s ‘Date night with Superman’ outfit.

Dick: …What? I’m supposed to be a Devil Fruit, guys! [points at his fruit stem headband]

Jason: I like my interpretation better.

Bruce: Thanks a lot, kids.

Dick: Well, what are you going to be wearing for Halloween, Bruce?

Bruce: This.

Barbara: You're going as Batman?

Bruce: No, I'm going as Bruce Wayne going as Batmaaan~~~

Tim: Omg, an even fruitier Batman.

[thedevilundercover]

I was thinking (shocking, I know) and I think the bat kids should have a little auction/market amongst themselves but for like stolen clothing

Like every three months they congregate in a fucking walmart parking lot (bc there’s way too much of them) at 3 am and they trade favours and stolen clothing for funsies.

There are some rules though like; It’s a strictly bat kid thing, no one else is allowed and the clothes must be of family members and family adjacents

Jason and Bruce’s clothes are always in demand bc theyre so fucking big.

*ehem* now here is my rendition of what would happen in one of these auction.

Tim: I’ll take the B/P route for a week if you give me your purple sweatshirt

Steph: Nuh uh 2 weeks or nothing

Dick: ✨guess what I got✨

every Bat kid looking at him, knowing what he was going to take out

Batkids, in synch: show us

Dick, pulling out one of Bruce’s oversized sweaters:

The whole group excluding Dick: Ỉ̸̝̱̪̞̃̅̔̂͜͝ ̸̞͑̊w̸̡̱̙̫̱̯̲̅̈́ȃ̴͖͎̠͔͇͊̂̚n̶̡̧̜͉͙̝̜͑̍t̵̺̭͍̪͛̐̈́ͅ ̸̹͓̳̂̓̇i̵̢̪̰̻̤̎̈̓ͅt̵̜̳̝͘

[feyinvestigations]

Out of costume intermission

Pt1 //// prev. //// next

Masterpost

[casscainmainly]

Robins.

Robin (1993) #126 // Robin War // Robin (1993) #26 // Batman (2011) #45 // Robin (1993) #40 // We Are Robin #1 // Robin (1993) #126 // Batman & The Signal #1 // Robin (1993) #128 // Batman (2011) #47 // Robin (1993) #128 // Robin War // Batgirl (2009) #3 // Robin War

[shyjusticewarrior]

[sufroyo]

Hey sorry I went into a rabbit hole on your blog, prolly got spammed sorry, but ur art is awesome and steph and duke are my favorites, but have you ever seen the post that perspective wise and in that one comic where they hugged Steph is as tall as jason???

hi! please no need to be sorry at all i love it when people go through tags on my blog its so sweet, im glad u enjoy my stuff!! 🥹🩷🩷🩷 i dont think ive seen the post in question but if it means steph being 6ft+....😁👍

[crikitune]

waittt wait imagine the batfam doing the "we listen and we don't judge" trend!? (forgive any formatting errors, first time making a post like this!)

all: we listen and we don't judge!

dick: when I first came to the manor, i used to strategically time whenever I'd do acrobatics -off the chandeliers and stuff, of course- to when bruce was about to walk in just so i could see him look terrified and start freaking out. it was the height of comedy to me

jason: lowkey a mood... damian: tormenting Father seems to be a common passtime with this group.

all: we listen and we don't judge!

barbara: when i first became oracle, i hacked all of my ex-boyfriends devices and gave each one irreversible viruses. now anytime i get bored, i go mess with their replacement electronics in reversible but annoying ways

steph: sounds incredibly healing! cass: as you should.

all: we listen and we don't judge

jason: when i attacked tim in the titans tower, i did it in an adult-sized Robin costume.

steph: PFTT- WHAT duke: ...why, man? just why?

jason: ...I thought it was symbolic and poetic justice.

all, laughing a little: we listen and we don't judge!

cass: When i was still learning to communicate, I'd sometimes pretend not to understand what people told me so that I didn't have to answer their questions and they couldn't pester me about it ☺️

jason, laughing: ohhh cass that is EVIL tim: god, i wish i could do that with the board members...

all: we listen and we don't judge

tim: when i was going to Brentwood during my Robin days, my alcoholic roommate found my Robin costume, put it on, then passed out in it, so I had to literally peel it off of him and then gaslight him into not remembering it.

dick: WHAT. jason: bet you couldn't get that smell out for ages. tim: i really, really couldn't...

all: we... we listen and we don't judge!

steph: when i first met tim, i smacked him in the face with a brick. also i started dating him without knowing his secret ID, so that was pretty brutal...

cass: you deserve better. tim: hey! i wasn't that bad! steph: ehhhh you were, but it's okay cus I love ya and we're over it now!

all: we listen, and we don't judge.

duke: uhm. around when i first started living at the manor i thought it would be funny to pull a prank on Dick, so I put nair in his shampoo. it backfired spectacularly.

dick: THAT WAS YOU!? damian: i thought only Todd would be so idiotic... steph: *breaking down in laughter* tim: you were the one who started the 4 month long prank war!? jason: duke. i'm going to hit you. duke: ...aha, oops?

all: we listen... and we don't judge.

damian: ahem. you all remember the box of kittens i found on patrol a few weeks ago, which father forced me to bring to a shelter? *nods* well i did not give them to the shelter. they are in my room. i let them out everytime you all are out.

steph: ohmygod, dami, whattt jason: damn, you are a delinquent after all!

dick: wait damian. where are the kittens now.

damian, who's hoodie looks suspiciously padded: nowhere.

dick: damian show us the kittens right now-

all, as dick starts wrestling damian to retrieve the kittens: we listen- and we don't judge!

[fanaticalthings]

next thing you're gonna tell me is that the butts match 🙄

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[bruciemilf]

Jason’s alcohol tolerance is exactly 0.09%, which Dick knows. Which is the primary reason he roped his siblings into playing a drinking game.

At most, Steph, who likes to think she’s fluent in Jason, — or Batboys with repressed emotions, at least, — anticipated the following:

Angry shouting, maybe some swear words God definetly didn’t approve of, trying to fist fight Alfred’s plants, painting the Batmobile pink, and the works.

She definitely didn’t expect a ruby cheeked Jason to cry in Bruce’s lap.

“What the fuck are we gonna do if we don’t know eachother in the next life, huh?!”

Tim piped up with an a nerdy rant, — technically, if life were to reinvent itself into another existence, it’d simply be an alternative universe being created, — but Jason simply throws his shoe at him.

Bruce, much to Damian’s pride, doesn’t look shaken in the slightest. If he can handle his mother, he can handle everything,

“Sweetheart, I really think that’s not going to happen, thought,” he assures him with gentle conviction.

“But we’re not gonna know eachother! What the FUCK. I want to be your son in every life. I’m gonna kill God.”

“Please don’t kill God.”

“We’re Jewish, what do we care?!”

“Jay,” Bruce promised, “I would find you in every universe.”

That was supposed to make Jason feel better, not make him cry harder. But it’s cute Bruce tried, Dick thinks.

He still grounds all of them for paining the Batmobile, thought.

[a-chicken-with-adhd]

I can't get the image of Tim Drake doing self therapy in his room. Not like intellectualizing his feelings no, i offer something better.

Ranting about what happened to a giant squishmallow he keeps in the corner of his bed.

OR

Doing therapy play, where he acts out what happened with plushies while describing the events to the squishmallow. Maybe be grows out of it, maybe its his best kept secret.

Maybe Jason is a printed out picture of a crowbar glued onto cardboard while Dick is a weighted Nightwing bird plush that cost him 400$ . Maybe Bruce is a Monoploy board game piece that everyone has been looking for, and Damian is an old cat beanie baby. Maybe steph is a taco squishmallow and Duke is a yellow beanie boo. I'm not sure what Cass might be

[violent138]

Tim, looking around the darkened corridor: "You think it's a good idea to be breaking into random places right now?"

Jason said nothing, fumbling in his pockets.

Dick: "You live here, don't you?" Which gets everyone's attention laser-focused.

Jason just cast him a look, getting the door open.

Steph entered first, smacking into something that falls over. "Jeez." She complained, stumbling backward until Cass steadied her by the shoulders. "Sorry, that's my bad."

Duke turned on the lights in one motion, making everyone blink and wince.

"Get off me." Damian snapped, and Dick carefully let him go, letting him limp angrily into a chair. He frowned, scrutinizing the place. "You live here? Why would anyone--"

"Guys." Dick rubbed his eyes over the mask, cutting off Damian and Jason’s sharp answer. "First aid kit?" Dick asked Jason tiredly.

Jason nodded, moving to get it and heard Damian ask "What?" in response to a patented glare he must be getting.

Tim had made a beeline for the kitchen. "Dude, why do you have a singular set of dishes? And why are there just guns in this cabinet?"

Jason scoffed, handing Dick the kit. "Didn't realize I was running a fucking bed and breakfast."

"There's guns in this cabinet too!" Tim shook his head, opening and closing two more. "Oh good, just large knives in this one."

At Tim's raised eyebrows, Jason went into the kitchen and shooed Cass down the counter she was perched on, grabbing the paper plates he kept in a drawer and shoving them into Tim's chest.

Glancing at the way Steph was rubbing her neck, slouched at the table, Jason grabbed two ice packs, sliding one her way and throwing the other to Damian.

Duke, taking a book off Jason's meticulously organized shelf: "Why do you have seven copies of Pride and Prejudice? Did you keep forgetting you bought it, or--?"

Jason, storming over to put the book back. "Stop."

Dick looked up from the wound he was stitching. "Are they different at at all?"

"Are they in different languages?" Steph asked.

"Did you barter them for food? Because your fridge is fucking empty." Tim reported.

Jason groaned, realizing that they weren't going to drop it. "One has a different introduction and one is the zombies version. And yes, the rest are the same, now could you all stop touching stuff?"

"Why do you have five copies of the same book?"