#things said as batfamily

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

batfamily as conversations i’ve had with my male coworkers part i forgot

steph: i’ve had this headache for days now it’s pissing me off

damian: maybe you need a lobotomy

steph: ur so right

duke: you could just get the strongest man in the world

tim: yeah me

babs:

duke:

jason:

tim: anyways

roy: was that your dad?

jason: yeah..? why

kori: his beard is luscious

jason: omg

roy hiding his beard: i feel like i need to hide my face

kori: you?? what about me??

jason: he’s growing it out purposefully

roy: he looks majestic like a wise wizard

cass goes to answer the phone

bruce: don’t answer the phone

cass: why is it because i have bad customer service?

bruce: yes.

cass: aw fuck 😬

jason: *uses tape dispenser*

damian: why is it so loud

jason: it’s ancient

damian: very old

jason: it’s as old as alfred

damian: omg

babs: dick why do you have spiderweb on ur pants

dick: idk *removes web and places it on jason*

jason: ew no! wait this isn’t spider web it’s thread

babs: no it’s not look at his pants it’s got all web stuff on it

jason: i’m not looking at another mans ass

babs: it’s not his ass it’s his hip

jason: and what’s beside that?

steph: did one of you piss in the girls bathroom?

jason and duke: what??

tim: why?

steph: cus the toilet seat was up

tim: oh yeah my bad

steph: you had me gaslighting myself like did i leave the seat up??

tim: yeah it was you

[batsyheere]

"So, handling your archnemesis," Danny starts. The room falls quiet, heads slowly turning to look at the man as he writes the words on the chalkboard. When finished, the characters somehow both messy and neat at once, Danny places the chalk back down and claps his hands.

"I typically call them fruitloops. Often they're in a better position than you are- older, richer, more powerful. They may have some sort of status that protects them when facing the public."

Tim wondered where Dick was right now, and if he was laughing. His brain was lagging like a computer as he tried to process what Danny was saying, and how seriously a few of his fellow teen vigilantes were taking this.

"Some of their more common tactics are-" the chalk was picked back up, and Danny writes as he speaks.

"Manipulation, isolation, conditioning, and empathy."

MICE.

Tim stares at the board, and quietly slips put his phone.

-What have I done to deserve this.

Enjoy your lessons Tim-

His head thumps against the desk. Conner leans over, gives him a pat on the shoulder but returns to taking notes as Danny goes on to explain the conditioning tactic.

[rusomnia]

tim: why would i choose peace when i can ruin lives instead?

jason, trying to remember how people think this is the moral one:

[arkangelo-7]

Let’s be honest, the only thing funnier than Dick and Bruce trying to co-parent Damian is Dick, Bruce, and Jason trying to co-parent Damian.

[p1nkshield]

Damian: What is it that you want Grayson? I am in the middle of sharpening my many blades.

Dick: I assure you this is much more important! I’m about to teach you a new technique.

Damian: My interest is piqued. Continue.

Dick: I know you want to deny it Dami, but you my friend are an adorable little guy.

Damian: [raises knife]

Dick: Before you throw anything hear me out! You can use it to your advantage! I’ve been doing it for years and it still works on Bruce sometimes even though I’m like 20 something. I can teach you my ways! You can be my successor!

Damian: … fine I will try this only once to humor you Grayson.

Later in the day

Damian: Are you sure about this? Father may think my mind has been taken over.

Dick, sending Damian into the room: it will work I promise! go make me proud!

Damian: Baba? I was wondering if you wanted to go sword shopping with me? It could be fun.

Bruce: …are you feeling alright?

Damian: I’m fine, I just thought that I should drop the formalities for once.

Bruce: …o-okay let’s go, is there any sword you want in particular?

Damian: yes actually, and can we get hot chocolate after?

Bruce holding back tears: mhm.

[anxi04]

a list of ways steph has used to stop tim from going super villain mode

tim, who currently has a random wannabe rogue two seconds away from death: get out of here spoiler i have it covered.

steph, not thinking much: this is kinda… cringe of you RR. like even more cringe than naming yourself red robin

tim, staring at steph cause the fucking AUDACITY: excuse me?!

bob, can see the light at the end of the tunnel: am i already in hell

———

steph, decided there’s not enough Chaos: tim when you become a rogue can you be the catwoman to my batman

tim, who is having a Very Bad Day and contemplating rogue status: ew gross never *throws up*

———

steph, has decided she is the only one actively stopping tim’s villain arc and found the best way to prevent it: what would you even make your villain name?

tim, drawing up a costume for a totally hypothetical villain arc: re-

steph: not red x right? you’re gonna be original with the name?

tim: …maybe i’d go with j-

steph: and you’d never lean into the whole joker junior thing cause that’s dumb

tim:

steph: and you HAVE to change your name cause no one’s gonna take a villain named after a restaurant seriously

tim, deleting the costume design: …i’d let the media name me.

———

tim, contemplating jokers murder: i-

steph, sprinting out of nowhere and throwing a snickers bar directly into his throat wrapper and all: hey rr.

tim, choking:

joker, thought he was about to turn a bat EVIL evil: what.

———

tim, thinking of joining ra’s:

steph: so why does ra’s have a crush on you

tim: motherfucking what.

ra’s, very much only wants tim as an heir(child): what.

tim, about to throw up: never mind.

ra’s, about to cry:

———

steph, sensing tim about to go off the deep end: wanna steal the batmobile and see how fast it goes

tim, very much distracted with that idea and forgetting the vicious plan he had before: can we attach rockets to it

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

Batfam as things my friends and I have said

Tim, at a toy store: Don't get close to me with that affectionate shit. *spots toy trucks* Look, trucks :D

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Cassandra: Maybe that's why my life's so peaceful. Because I don't like men

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Tim: I'm bisexual. I don't like choosing

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Damian: They're holding hands. I hope they die

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Stephanie: If I had a penis....

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Stephanie: The other day Duke learnt about periods. He was devastated.

Duke, fake crying: Shit ain't right

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Tim: Can I just kill myself, guys? Dick: Not yet, Timmy

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Jason: I don't wanna smell it, Dick

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Jason: Stephanie, I wanna drink

Stephanie + Jason simultaneously: Drink alcohol. yeah.

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Duke: I'm doing it correctly but my answers still not coming up

Damian: Then you're not doing it correctly

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Dick, pointing at pads: How strong is your pussy?

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Jason: Am I scared or am I hard?

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Cassandra: Why did you look at me with that tone???

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Bruce: The omegaverse? That was in the spiderman movie, right?

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Stephanie: Why must we decide? Tim: The bible says Adam and Eve, not Adam or Eve

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Damian: I'm not exotic, I'm just brown

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Stephanie: Are penises heavy?

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Duke: I'm just...

Stephanie: Ken

Tim: a girl

Duke: dead.

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Dick: Now that we're alone let's get into the real stuff. What's your childhood trauma, babygirl?

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Dick: Look at those gay flags

Jason: Those are countries

[spoilers-ahead]

okay!! now that it’s not 2am for me, i’m going to post my selkie!jason todd hc’s straight up au apparently! 

(uh. this was supposed to just be a list of hc’s but i got slightly,,,, carried away)

his selkie skin looks like an oversized red hoodie in his human form, and is just warm enough to help him survive new england winters.

when the summer heat becomes unbearable, he slings the hoodie around his waist

alternatively, he just coasts it out underwater. perks of living in a coastal city!

willis todd was a selkie. he used to tell jason stories of what it was like to swim through the big, wide ocean. of how freeing it felt. how different it is, from the smoggy, heavy air of gotham --- different, but both theirs, in their own right.

but to be honest, jason doesn’t remember much about the stories he was told, or really, anything about willis --- he had been in and out of blackgate for most of jason’s life, working for two-face to try and make ends meet, before dying. 

what jason mostly remembers, are the warnings. don’t let anybody know you’re a selkie. don’t let anybody find your skin. they will find it, and they will use it to control you. even decades later, jason would still remember those warnings. 

catherine is the one who teaches him how to swim, who helps him trial-and-error his way into putting his skin on, and learn how to make the transition seamless. 

after she dies, jason spends three months as a seal, to just... exist. forget.   

although jason technically lives on the streets, whenever he can;t find food, whenever he can’t find somewhere warm to sleep, whenever just being human becomes too unbearable, he spends the night as a seal. he ends up spending more time in the ocean, than on land.

that’s not to say he’s very good at being a seal --- he barely knows how to swim, has to learn how to fish the hard way. 

when bruce finds jason stealing his car tires, he marvels over how nice jason’s hoodie is, soft and fluffy even after all of jason’s time on the streets, especially given the condition jason is in, ribs showing from malnutrition, and the worn and raggedy shape of the rest of his stuff.

jason is skittish when he goes to live in the manor, even after a few weeks. he always adopts an expression particularly similar to a cornered wild animal around alfred in particular, alfred, who keeps on trying to take his hoodie away, purportedly to wash it.

alfred eventually gives up on trying to force jason to wash it --- he figures that as jason becomes more comfortable living at the manor, he’ll wind up telling them why he’s so protective over that hoodie, and they can work something out then. 

whenever wayne manor overwhelms jason with how big and how decadently expensive all the decor is, jason runs away, run to the ocean. 

jason doesn’t actually end up telling alfred and bruce that he’s a selkie --- bruce just has a ridiculous amount of motion alarms, which are triggered every time jason ran off. he had followed jason the third night, and saw him transform. 

bruce doesn’t tell jason that he knows, assuming that jason kept this a secret because he didn’t fully trust either of them. he would later learn that he was right in this assumption (a rare win for bruce in terms of emotional awareness)

except jason doesn’t fully trust either of them, even after a few months. bruce impulsively decides to do a few things --- a) tell jason about batman and robin and his crime-fighting secret identity, and b) tell jason he already knows about him being a selkie. 

jason is absolutely bamboozled by the fact that bruce knows, and yet hasn’t tried to take his hoodie to control him, or to stop him from playing in the ocean for a few hours. 

in fact, (under alfred’s encouragement) bruce offers to take him to the ocean during the day, so he can get “a proper night’s rest that a growing young boy such as himself would need”

jason remembers what his father told him, to never trust anyone, never let his guard down. but bruce has known about jason being a selkie for so long, and he didn’t take his hoodie or try anything. of course he can trust bruce. 

and when he tries on the robin costume for the first time, it fits perfectly. just like his hoodie, his second skin. it fits just like magic. 

oh, it’s a little loose in some places, the legacy of dick fucking grayson a little heavy sometimes, but he’ll grow into it. he’ll make himself, if he has to. 

also, jason finds the fact that even though he’s a friggin’ selkie, his callsign is a bird (a robin, no less) incredibly ironic and funny 

being a selkie is actually so useful for vigilantehood. the amount of people who talk freely, openly, and loudly about their drug smuggling plans near the ports is quite frankly, ridiculous.

honestly, towards the end of his robin years, jason remains genuinely surprised nobody catches on to him or his tactics yet. bruce is very proud.  

even though jason is safe, has been safe for three years, and trusts bruce with his life, his skin, and everything, old habits are hard to break. so he has his hoodie on when he goes to find sheila. 

and anyways, he wants to see if sheila is a selkie too. he’s taking biology right now, and they’re learning about punnett squares. jason’s never met another selkie before, other than willis who he barely remembers. there’s a possibility that sheila knows something, anything, so he has to try. 

sheila gets a glint in her eyes when jason mentions that he’s a selkie, tells him that while she’s not one herself, she’s familiar with the myth. she has long suspected that willis was a selkie, she tells him, and she’s glad to have confirmation. 

jason positively vibrates with excitement, can’t wait to ask, to pester his mother (mother!) with questions upon questions until. 

until. 

sheila doesn’t do anything after she gives him to the joker. she just smokes and smokes. and she doesn’t tell the joker about his hoodie, despite how it would have been much easier for the joker to destroy him that way. much more painful too.  

small mercies, he supposes, in between hacking coughs that brings blood bubbling up his lips. 

after he dies, his hoodie is ripped and in tatters from the crowbar, with burns along the edges from the bomb. bruce has to carefully peel it off his body. 

when jason was alive, his magic kept the hoodie in perfect condition, always. even when the rest of him was covered head-to-toe in mud, or dripping sludge from the nasty gotham sewers. 

bruce stares at the same hoodie, blood-soaked and mangled, so incredibly dissonant from how he remembered it on jason, when he was bright, whole, and alive. 

he can’t stand it. the hoodie that was so precious to jason, that was jason, at the core of him, in this state. dirty and ripped and devoid of the magic jason had exuded. 

in a moment of desperation, late at night, bruce asks alfred to teach him how to sew. he doesn’t dare to practice on jason’s beloved hoodie --- instead, he starts with the suits in his closet, grabbing the first one he sees, regardless of price. rips a hole and sews it back together over and over until he perfects his technique. 

and then he washes the fabric gently, using baby fabric cleanser and scrubbing for hours upon hours until the last traces of the deep-set brown stain from jason’s blood washes down the drain.

he painstakingly sews the scraps of fabric back together with a red thread, carefully sourced to match the hoodie to try and make it flow seamlessly like it used to. 

it doesn’t work, not exactly. despite his best efforts, the creases bruce had carefully sewn together are prominent and thick like scars, littering the  soft fabric.

so he gives up. he hangs it over the grandfather clock entrance to the cave in his study. brings it with him every time he visits jason’s grave, because he doesn’t ever want to keep jason’s hoodie away from him, but he also can’t bear for it to get ruined. 

dick visits him. a rare occurrence, these days. 

dick yells at him, as he is wont to do. 

these days, it feels like they spend more time angry at each other than not. dick says that this isn’t right. isn’t fair to anybody, not to alfred, not to himself, definitely not to jason. he rants, jason deserves to be remembered as he was in life, not frozen in death. 

perhaps he is right. bruce is not unaware of the state of violent, cutting stasis he is in, this putrefaction of his life. and he is certainly not unaware of how it is affecting the people around him. dick. alfred. the neighbor’s kid, the one who wants to be robin.   

bruce tries. not for himself, but for tim. for alfred, for dick. even for stephanie brown, who sometimes, when she smirks just right, or says something with just the right twang, he swears he can see jason in her. 

he still can’t bear to put the hoodie away, because jason deserved better than to be forgotten, so he folds it gently and places it in his closet instead. 

he also can’t bear to look at it for very long, so he forces himself to every single day. 

it’s different from the glass case that houses robin’s tattered suit in the cave --- that, is a reminder of how he failed robin. this, this is salt in a constant, stabbing, festering would, reminding him of how he failed his son. 

it was stephanie, that eventually helped him figure out what to do with the hoodie. when she was young, young enough to cry at ripped pants and skinned knees, young enough that her mother hadn’t touched the drugs yet, her mother would dry up her tears, give her a hug and a kiss on the forehead, before patching her pants up. 

what not many people know, is that before crystal brown set her mind on becoming a nurse, she wanted to be an artist, first. and so she grabs her old set of embroidery needles, and stitched little designs. dogs and cats. stars and planets. tools and gadgets. 

bruce doesn’t react, doesn’t even move, even as stephanie finishes her story. she hangs there awkwardly for a second, stares up at jason’s suit, waiting for him to respond, before shuffling towards the exit of the cave. 

thank you, spoiler, bruce manages to croak out. 

ah, yeah, she says, shrugging lightly while slouching in on herself, any time, boss. she walks out, and bruce watches her go from the reflection on the darkened computer. 

that night, he takes out jason’s hoodie, smooths it out, grabs his threads, and stitches. 

he stitches on constellations, argo navis, for jason’s namesake in the greek myths he had loved so much. a tiny seal, playing with beach balls. little books, with quotes on the sides. a robin, big and bold. 

he tries to make it as true to jason as possible, not just in death and in bruce’s memories, but as he was in life.

jason wakes up abruptly.  

he wakes up in a coffin, cold, alone, and with a gaping hole in his chest. getting dipped in the lazarus pit only made it worse, only made him all the more aware of what he was missing, all the more conscious of it. 

he doesn’t bother trying to learn how to swim with two arms and two legs, instead of two fins and a tail. it doesn’t feel the same. it only reminds him of what he’s lost. 

sometimes, on sleepless nights that happen more often than not, he wonders what would have happened if he still had a hoodie, still could swim. 

if he still was robin. 

and he doesn’t have access to the cave anymore, or to the titan’s tower, or the watchtower, and his memory of the past is still patchy and shitty in some places. 

so in a burst of impulsivity fueled by the person he no longer is, he prints out photos of robin’s costume from the internet and recreates it on his own. 

if his skin is gone, then fine. fine! he’s perfectly perfunctorily aware that nothing about this resurrection of his is natural. if he doesn’t think too much about it, he’ll be alright. his hoodie, his skin, that was something he was born with, a birthright that died with him. 

but robin, robin was something that he helped shape. robin was something that he worked for, changed himself for. 

and the makeshift robin suit --- it doesn’t fit him, not anymore. no, it feels wrong, like a child playing with their parent’s suit. or --- he realizes, perhaps more accurately, like an adult realizing they no longer fit in their favorite clothes. 

and --- and --- what was the point of it all? what was the point, of trying to make bruce proud of him, of getting dick’s approval, of trying to futilely save people over and over again from the same gallery of supervillains who keep on escaping from prison?!

and what was the point of carving out a space for himself if the joker was just going to beat him out of it, and if tim drake was going to insert himself in the hole he left behind?

and then the next thing he knows he’s in titan’s tower hitting tim drake over and over again because who let him? who let him take jason’s role as a son, as a brother, as a hero? how dare he?

but when he’s slit tim’s throat and torn the ‘R’ off his chest, jason doesn’t feel any better. the robin suit still doesn’t fit. his hoodie’s still gone. 

he’s starting to think it never will, not again. 

sometimes, when he gets tired enough to let his mind wander, he wonders what happened to his suit. 

he’s pretty sure he died with it, so either the hoodie is with the joker, batman, or... gone entirely. (it’s not like they found willis’ skin after he died. maybe selkie skins just disappear in a cloud of sea foam once they die, or some little mermaid shit like that)

it’s a cold comfort, that nobody can manipulate him now. nobody can control him --- not even batman. 

(bruce had thought about it. when he first had his suspicious regarding who the red hood was, before he knew there was any trace of the son he once had left. he thought about using the hoodie, using jason’s selkie skin to coerce him, at least to stop murdering people, to stop hurting their family.) 

(he would never go that far, in retrospect, or at least, he doesn’t think he could ever. to do that to jason, betray his trust so thoroughly and completely... but it would be a lie to say that he didn’t consider it.)

bruce reflects on this as jason reveals himself, the joker tied up at his feet with a gun pressed to his head, and venom spitting from his son’s mouth.  

but when he lifts the batarang to hit jason’s gun, or wrist, or anything that’ll force him to drop the gun, he realizes that his hands are shaking. 

and when he throws the batarang, he knows a millisecond after he’s let go, that he’s miscalculated the ricochet. 

so when jason escapes that night, bruce knows he’s fucked up. 

jason goes off the maps, completely. bruce doesn’t know where he is, if he’s safe, if he even made it out of the explosion that night. 

it takes weeks. weeks for bruce to track jason down, from meticulously documenting the dropped threads of where the red hood was pulling strings in the gotham underworld behind the scenes, to tracking security cameras with facial recognition. 

once bruce manages find where he’s staying, make sure he’s safe, he knows what he wants to do. and, he knows what he needs to do. 

jason gets a package in the mail, five weeks after his disasterous meeting with batman and the joker. unmarked, unsigned, no return address. 

when jason opens the box gingerly and carefully, he holds on to his skin for the first time in years. and then, and then, and then --- something right slots into place. his fingers brushed gently over the tiny spotted seal he knows he used to look like, the books he remembered ranting to bruce about for hours on end. 

the robin, on the top left, over his heart, big enough to have changed him, yet small enough to not define him. 

it’s not perfect. it doesn’t even fix anything, not entirely. he still fights with bruce most times he sees him, tries to punch dick in the face, steadfastly ignores tim and steph the entire time. 

but it’s something. it’s something, and the next time nightwing, batman, spoiler, and robin fight a gang on the docks, the red hood gives them a helping hand before jumping back into the ocean and swimming away.

fin!

wow this got long

[logicaldelta]

Dick: I prefer eating stale chips actually

Tim: you're a freak

Dick:

Jason:

Tim: ... I'm sorry I only got an hour of sleep last night

[fuck-edfrugs]

I thinks it's essentially family tradition for the bats to get a neck scar at this point.

I've been watching Gotham and Bruce gets his neck cut by Jerome in season 2. Obviously Jason has the battarang scar and Tim has his from Jason trying to kill him. Cass, at least in young justice, has hers from getting her vocal chords removed iirc. I can't currently think if anything for dick, Damian (although he does have his spine replacement which is pretty close), Babs, Steph, or Duke, but I'm sure there's something in some iteration for them.

[raynetheinsane]

One of my favorite headcannons is that Tim is the only white person of the batkids and they all tease him relentlessly

Because Dick is Roma, Jason is racially ambiguous, Damian is Arab, Cass is half-chinese, and Duke is black

This leaves Tim, white as a ghost, looks like a lobster every summer Tim

And they WILL NOT LEAVE HIM ALONE

Jason, who made dinner that night: Dont worry tim, theres only salt and pepper on yours, i know you cant handle spice

Tim: I am going to stab you.

Playing some kind of horror game and a huge crash happens

Damian: Drake! Go investigate.

Tim: WHY ME???

Duke: Cus thats some white people shit

The amount of times the phrase “is it because im (insert race)” gets said to Tim in a day should be logged

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

part two of conversations i’ve have with my male co workers as the batfamily

this is for you @psychokatrixxxy 🥰

damian: what did you think of the new girl?

cass: she’s pretty?

damian: 🤨 that’s ur first impression?

dick: happy saturday

babs sounding like corpse husband himself: yeah i already wanna die

dick: 😳 are u sick

babs: no no don’t say that!

dick: omg u have the sniffles

babs: no!!

duke right as we open on a saturday: what if we just close early and go home

steph: i think we should honestly

duke: who’s gonna know if we do?

steph: who’s gonna know if we do.

printer prints something

steph sees dick is approaching: is it for dickie boy?

cass: did u just say is it for dickie boy?

dick hands her an item: presents 😊

steph: thank you ☺️ and yes i did

steph: cass and i were trying to figure out of tim is gay or not

jason: he said he studied the ✨fine arts ✨

steph: omg that’s the gayest thing i’ve ever heard

babs: there’s a man on the phone who doesn’t want to talk to me bc i’m a woman

jason, tim and dick: *trying to come up with a way to deal with it)

dick: wait i got this *answers the phone* hey this is the parts department 💅💍🌸🎀🩷

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS OMG 🥰🥰🥰

[nightmare-foundation]

Yknow, I feel like Dick not fighting back against the mistreatment of him during the Spyral arc (perpetrated by the batfamily) isn't super surprising from a trauma lens, at least not to me.

I've seen people tend to argue that Dick should've and would've fought back, and I'm definitely not arguing otherwise- but why DIDN'T he fight back??

Personally, to me, his behavior strikes me as fawning. He's not arguing against the shitty things the batfamily does to him or say about him, if anything he's agreeing with them. I could probably really look back over how he acts in B&R: Eternal, but from what I remember, he feels very people pleasing.

And imo this isn't super surprising? Especially if what happened in Nightwing #30 is still fresh in his mind, not to mention Spyral breaking him down and the others lashing out at him, physically and verbally. These things are very traumatizing, and would've changed him most likely. His trauma response being to fawn here makes sense; he Needs the others to work with him, and fighting them on something they won't budge on will only get him hurt. Not only that, but physical punishment seems to be a very real consequence at this time, and Dick is likely in survival mode.

If fawning means he can get his job done and not be physically punished, then it makes the most sense for him to go that route, as sad as it is. His trauma response moving from fight(?) to fawn would be a really interesting thing to explore. After all, Dick said things wouldn't be the same, but we don't know WHAT would change, or if it would even be for the better (since people seem to interpret that to mean 'I'm leaving after this' or similar, which is fair tbh but that statement can mean a multitude of things).

Overall, regardless of how in character it is, I think Dick turning to fawning makes sense in this situation. Being beaten by your father and then repeatedly physically and verbally assaulted by the rest of your family is deeply traumatizing, not to mention everything that is Spyral. If Dick can minimize the damage to himself as much as possible and finish the mission, then it makes sense for him to fawn.

[rusomnia]

tim: spleens are overrated

anyone: so's caffeine

tim, slamming his hand on the table: NEVER say such sacrilege infront of me again

[bonnibelerm]

Spoilers obviously

I gotta rent about this super bad but I absolutely HATE THOSE TIM DRAKE FANS. Like I love Tim as a character I really do & he used to be my favorite DC character too but I’m talking about those fans that make everybody in the Batfamily hate and abuse Tim and Tim getting sexually assaulted by Ra’s (which is actually very stereotypical and even racist) and, this is gonna be kinda invalid, but knows NOTHING about the characters around Tim. I’m not saying that you need to know all the characters but I’m saying that if you’re gonna include them in a fanfic at least do some research please. And sometimes they mischaracterize Tim HIMSELF. Like I thought that was your favorite character I thought you read all his comics where did you get the idea that he’s a sleep deprived depressed coffee addict that doesn’t know how to socialize. Now I can’t tell how people should characterize Tim since I’m not done reading the 90s Robin comics but even I know for a fact that he’s probably not all those things that people make him up to be. And the core 4 characterization is just…NO Kon’s whole personality isn’t being Tim’s boyfriend and worrying about him and having sooooo much Superboy shirts for Tim to wear (which implies that most people use TT 2003 Kon/white boy Kon characterization which says a lot) And NO Cassie isn’t the “tired mother” of the group NO her character isn’t about being the only female in the group. And Bart is NOT Tim and Kon’s love child no he isn’t an innocent social butterfly baby please like. I’m saying it again, you do NOT need to know ALL the characters and their traits. But if you don’t know ANYTHING about them, at least do a BIT research before you even include them in a fanfic. I don’t even wanna get to Batfamily but…Since WHEN was Jason Tim’s robin??? Since when did Bruce abused Tim?? Since when did Jack and Janet Drake ACTIVELY abused Tim and hit him?? This one is an actual question btw. I know that Jack pulled a gun to Bruce (?) but I’m not sure if Jack and Janet actually abused Tim other than neglecting him but I remember before his death Jack was trying to be a better parent to Tim. If Tim fans only read Red Robin, then they probably know that Tim loves his dad and he even had a flashback of his dad and him hanging out together.

this is NOT against all Tim fans by the way. This is specifically towards those who did all that thingies and probably only read Red Robin and WFA. (This isn’t against those comics too.)

[venominomenon]

Tim, talking about the gothamite accent: That's all we have, isn't it? What else do we have?

Steph: Syphilis.