#thomas wayne jr.

[hood-ex]

Wait, what’s Thomas’s backstory now?

Crime Syndicate #2

[fidothefinch]

From Hull, Hell, and Halifax

Whumptober, Day 13: "Til death do us part" Read on Ao3

Dick watched the executioner from his prison cell window.

The masked man was sharpening the guillotine blade in long strokes, the sching, sching, sching ringing in the cobblestone courtyard. The machine was equally beautiful and horrible; a weapon for quick and efficient death.

Dick hoped it would be quick.

The door to his cell opened. No knocking – prisoners were not paid that manner of respect. Still, Dick had been expecting this visit, and he did not turn from the window as several pairs of heavy, metal-laden feet marched inside.

“Kneel for the king,” one of the soldiers commanded.

Dick bit his tongue, straining to keep his posture unbothered as a pair of deceptively quiet footsteps entered. The back of his neck prickled at the feeling of all eyes watching him. He wondered what they saw – the layer of grime on the clothes he had worn since being thrown in this cell? The bruises and dried blood mapping his time in captivity? Or were they focused on the blue bird stitched across his shoulders, a symbol of hope for the community and a source of shame for the throne?

Nobody moved.

When it became clear that he did not plan to turn, and pair of cold armored hands clamped around his shoulders. They forced his gaze away from the window, and slammed him to his knees. Dick barely managed to avoid biting his own tongue. His knees split against the rough stone.

“Bow to your king,” the guard commanded again.

Dick glared. In all of his missions, he had never been so close to the man. He looked remarkably like Bruce – dark hair, the same jaw line, the same nose. Dick tried to imagine his guardian wearing similar attire – heavy velvet, pearls and gemstones, the finest silks. A sickening display of wealth. But the king’s eyes held none of the warmth that his brother’s did. No, Thomas’s eyes were cold and cruel.

“I do not bow to tyrants,” Dick said, voice surprisingly steady despite his weariness.

The hit came so quickly he had no time to dodge, and it landed squarely across his cheekbone, whipping his head to the side. This time, his teeth snapped briefly around his tongue, and blood began to pool in his mouth.

A harsh yank on the chain connecting his shackled wrists to the floor sent his upper body sprawling forward, arms outstretched. “You would do well to show respect to His Majesty, traitor scum.”

Dick craned his neck up to spit thick, red blood out of his mouth and took great pleasure in the disgusted backpedaling of the guards. “And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” he asked.

Fine leather shoes glided forward and stopped in front of him, toes spreading the drops of blood. “So this is the little bird who has been causing so much mischief?” The king sounded the same way Bruce did when he identified a rare medicinal herb, but with a touch more condescension.

Dick would hardly call his theft, sabotage, and acts of treason “mischief,” but he wasn’t about to confess to his crimes. The chain slacked just enough for another guard to tug his head back by his hair. He grinned without humor, hoping it showed off his bloodied teeth. “Who, me?”

The corners of the king’s mouth tugged down. “Tell the servants to bring a bath,” he told one of the guards, somehow making eye contact with Dick while still not addressing him. “And to mend the clothes.”

Dick’s stomach churned, and for the first time in several days, it wasn’t from the hunger. “I would have cleaned up, if I had known to expect a visitor.”

“Silence.”

Dick’s mouth snapped shut at the word, conditioned by years of hearing it in the same tone from his mentor. If the king noticed, he did not draw attention to it. Instead, he leaned down and gripped Dick’s chin. He tilted Dick’s face side to side, like he were inspecting a prize horse.

“You bear a remarkable resemblance to your parents,” he observed.

Dick’s heart stuttered in his chest.

Something in his face must have shown his surprise, because Thomas’s lips curled in a self-satisfied smirk. “Yes, I saw them several times as a younger man. It was such a shame, what happened.”

He was being deliberate in not revealing Nightwing’s true identity, and the fact only made him more wary. The king had a plan, and Dick was beginning to feel more and more like a pawn.

“Your execution is scheduled for tomorrow.”

Dick swallowed past the urge to vomit.

“I am sure you have seen the guillotine in the courtyard. We had it specially erected, just for you.” The king’s fingers found the divot between two of his neck vertebrae and pressed down, sending a chill down Dick’s spine. It was the position of the cleanest decapitation. “You are well known for your showmanship, so I took the liberty of inviting the entire kingdom to watch.”

Dick stiffened. He knew, logically, that his execution would be made public. It could serve two purposes: a thinly-veiled threat to the Batman’s sympathizers and bid for loyalty from his enemies.

“Of course,” and Thomas stepped back, fingertips leaving burning stripes where he had touched Dick. “There is still time for me to reconsider. You just have to answer my question.”

“I work alone,” Dick ground out, voice steady despite his rising fear.

“Oh, wretched boy. I know that is not true.” Thomas’s thumb wiped away the blood that had dried under Dick’s nose and mouth. “Tell me where your little team of vagabonds is hiding, and I will stay your execution.”

This, at least, was easy. “No.”

“Give me a name, then. Just one name will—“

“Nightwing.”

Thomas was not amused. “You have proven yourself clever. But cleverness will not free you from your fate.” His eyes darkened. “Farewell, boy. Let your guards know if you remember where your friends are located.” His expression took on a dangerous edge as he continued, “I do so hope that they come to tomorrow’s showing.”

The tone sent a chill down Dick’s spine. He felt that he was missing something.

But with nothing more than a final, lingering smirk, the king and his guards left. The heavy wooden door thumped shut, and the lock turned with a thunk similar to that of the guillotine’s blade.

[lonely-dwelling]

 Owlman’s Origin Story (New 52)

From – Justice League Vol 2 #25

[ae-arts]

uhm.... dont worry about it

[bruciemilf]

The batkids earned a disaster uncle, I think

[mx-heinous]

Crack: Thomas Jr., like the dear older brother that he is, decides to perform some ancient ritual to summon the ghosts of their parents, specifically to tell them that Bruce wants to drop out of med school to make time for his vigilante bs.

Bruce, meanwhile, is on a conference call with the JL about something when his famously dead parents float through the ceiling, glaring behind him.

JL: UHHHH BATS, YOU MIGHT WANNA LOOK BEHIND YOU

Thomas: BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE, YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO

Bruce, going through the 5 stages of grief: MOM?! DAD?! HOW–

Martha: Your brother summoned us from the afterlife. Now, what did we hear about you wanting to drop out of med school?!

Bruce: ...

Bruce: You're not disappointed that I'm a vigilante?

Martha: Honey, we don't care that you're a vigilante. Knowing our family history, it's pretty par for the course, actually.

Thomas: What we do care about is our children becoming doctors. We are NOT letting you drop out!

Bruce, seeing the chance to mess with his brother: TJ NEVER WENT TO COLLEGE

Thomas and Martha: WHAT?!

Thomas and Martha are yelling at TJ about "being a good example for his younger brother." The Justice League is now questioning how young Batman actually is for him to still be in college, knowing that he's been a vigilante for a while. All while thinking, "You're Bruce Wayne? THAT Bruce Wayne??? Wait, Bruce Wayne has a brother????"

[timmydraker]

Tim accidently referring to the Joker as Dad but those who know about Joker Jr aren’t present and so everyone is left with the ‘realisation’ that Tim is the son of the biggest nightmare to their family.

It’s probably Jason and Steph, her there to bother Tim but Jason went to the manor for food and the two naturally started arguing. Maybe Jason tells Tim to stop costing on his case and prove a point be made against blonde, but Tim just offhandedly goes, “Later, I think my dad broke out of Arkham again but the guards aren’t doing anything. Maybe they’re in on it…”

The two present naturally look at each other with confusion and for the first time stop bickering to peak over his shoulder and see what his case is because, holy shit Tim had a villain for a dad and didn’t tell us? Only to see numerous photos of the Joker in his cell and many reports over the last week of how he’s been behaving and Jason…

Steph pushes the man out of the room when she sees his face go from frozen fear to anger, thinking it’s towards Tim and his secrecy and, while she totally gets that, now isn’t the time.

Though when they get into the Jason starts a rant about how Bruce and Dick should have told him that the monster had a child, even if that child wasn’t Tim! Jason protects kids! Did they think he’d hurt him just because of who his father is?

No!

If anything, he’d become the kids full time body guard to stop that mad man from making Tim into another version of himself!

The two naturally go to tell the others, pulling Damian, Cass and Duke into a mostly unused room and telling them what they discovered, all while Tim stays in the library working on his case.

Cass is beyond worried but also confused because he doesn’t seem to have any physical characteristics of the Joker or Harley, but maybe the mother is different? Perhaps it’s still Janet and either she had a fling with the Joker or something far worse, which makes the young girl enraged on the woman’s behalf.

Damian makes a comment about him killing Tim, not in a serious manner but more as an option, but Duke shuts it down, saying that having a villain for a parent doesn’t mean anything about who you will be. He points out those in the family of that nature and other heroes like Superboy.

When asked why they didn’t get Dick or Babs involved, Jason says they defiantly know and lied about it.

It’s only after another three hours of working that Tim catches himself referring to the Joker as dad and shuts his laptop, making his way to Bruce’s room to hide under the older man’s bed like he usually does when that happens, only to overhear what his siblings are saying.

Tim presses his ear against the door to hear better.

“If that maniac had a kid, surely he’d have told everyone he had an heir or something.” That’s Steph’s voice, filled with worry that only he and Cass could detect as she hides it under a whiney tone.

Jason is next to respond, “maybe he doesn’t know? I mean, did Tim ever even interacted with him before he became Robin?”

It doesn’t take much more than that for Tim to realise that he must have been talking aloud again or absently answered someone earlier and misspoke in front of them.

Panic fills him as he avoids telling Bruce when he gets bad, even if it’s just a small thing, because the older man will start of being a concerned parent then go into Batman mode and only just stop himself from putting Tim in the confinement cell. Sure Tim came up with the idea of the cell so he wouldn’t hurt anyone if his conditioning got too bad, but he’s learnt the signs. He’s not a mindless drone, he still knows who he is and doesn’t hear someone talking to him or anything like that.

He just… sometimes forgets the Joker hurt him.

It’s not Tim’s fault that memories of watching TV with him and Harley, tucked between them with a big bowl of ice cream felt better than most memories of his real parents.

But he knows it’s wrong, always comes back to calling the Joker his enemy.

Bruce just doesn’t get that.

Tim hears them talk a bit more, theories about who his mother might be, if Tim is safe at the manor, if Joker knows he has a son…

Opening the door, Tim stands there and stares at them as all eyes snap to him in alarm.

He doesn’t let anybody speak, cutting them all off quickly, “He’s not my dad. Go the cave and search for file number 26557933301-JJ and put in the code AGELAST, all caps.”

With that he turns and leaves, walking at first before running to Bruce’s room to hide.

He goes to family dinner and pretends not to notice the quietness or how Jason is still there, eating his food quietly and waiting for the ball to drop.

Naturally, Damian is the one to say what he wants first, “So why is okay that Tim shot the joker but I got in trouble for stabbing Bane?”

Everyone groans.

[wtungsten]

i was inspired by this post to try to make a somewhat coherent guide to the Robins ^^

you can find the full slideshow here :D

[soupinaboot]

Batman's life must feel like a goddamn soap opera at times.

[shipsdoishipidk]

Slade: *crashing through the window* Dick: WHAT?!! Slade: I heard your fake father/uncle killed for you. Dick: WHO?! Wait-OWLMAN?! HE'S BACK?!! Slade: *strangling Dick* I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO'S ALLOWED TO KILL FOR YOU! Dick: WHAT THE FUCK?!

[hood-ex]

Oh… I much prefer the old story line… it now just feels like Bruce but Now I Kill™️ yknow

Right?? Ughhh they ruined him. He was so much more interesting before. Killing his brother and then wanting to fill the hole his brother left. Finding Dick to be the person to fill that hole and killing off Dick's family so he could take Dick in. It's far more twisted and dark, and there's this obsessive component to it that's both scary and intriguing. Siiigh. If only Thomas hadn't been obliterated before Rebirth.

[morgangalaxy43]

Bruce after seeing Thomas Jr and his kids on Gotham News after they attempted to kill the Joker for the 1000th time

[lonely-dwelling]

Weekly Round-Up: DC Comics Released 12/11/13  Owlman

Spencer: Yeah, things are coming together nicely on that front. This is easily the most enjoyable issue to come out of Forever Evil for me, and I think that’s largely because — unlike the rest of the Syndicate, especially Ultraman — Owlman feels like a real, fleshed out character.

 We talked last month about how Earth 3 feels like a world of irredeemable evil where everyone acts like a complete sociopath for seemingly no reason, but Owlman actually shows some nuance. It’s pretty clear that Thomas equates love with control:

Bruce and Dick have clashed over Bruce’s controlling attitude in the past, but underneath it’s always been clear that Bruce genuinely loved and wished the best for Dick. Owlman, though, can only show love by controlling someone; unlike Bruce, he never could have let Dick go off and become his own hero.

Instead, he’ll continue to try to “fix” his family until it’s perfect, but that’s an impossible task; perfect families don’t exist, especially when perfection is defined by having complete and total control over your family. I am certainly not rooting for Owlman, but I can’t help but feel a little for him; he longs for something that is impossible to find, but he doesn’t have the capacity to ever understand that. As far as I’m concerned, that’s a compelling villain.

I’ve probably gone on about this issue too long already, but before we move on I just wanted to praise artist Doug Mahnke and the rest of his team for their phenomenal work this issue. I’ve been a fan of Mahnke since his days on Joe Kelly’s JLA, but if you ask me, this is his best work since the New 52 began. He switches between emotion and action without missing a beat, and can even make a page that’s nothing but close-ups of a guy’s hands fascinating, but the stand-out moment for me is the beautiful splash of Owlman’s “explosive” (ugh) entrance.

Father, I shall become an Owl! Man!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 342

Danny reincarnates, y’know, as some realms beings who have previously died will do. He doesn’t choose a dimension or a perfect life or anything, he just misses being alive in a way that’s starting to grow unfamiliar now y'know? 

So he reincarnates, most memories gone and those not easily dismissed as dreams and imagination. He even gets a baby brother in this life, a tiny thing with bright blue eyes and a good grip on his fingers. He loves his baby brother. Adores him. Would do anything for him. 

Or, Danny incarnates as Thomas Wayne Jr, Bruce Wayne’s older brother. 

[bruciemilf]

Young! Dick thought living with Bruce was unbearable until he ran away and lived with his short of-kind of- through adoption - uncle.

“He has you on a curfew? Lame. Go out, have fun, get stabbed. Builds character!”

“Vegetables? lol?? Here’s 20 bucks and a soda. Vending machines’ down the street.”

“You wanna get a tattoo?? Hell yeah. Come on, my buddy doesn’t check ID. He has his own needles. You’re vaccinated, right?”

TJ completely vanishes when he wants to. Like there’s an underworld in Gotham only he has access to. He becomes one with shadow and leaves Dick by himself for a worrying amount of time.

And patrol? Nightmare. First off, TJ’s turf crawls with filth from head to toe. He’s in the red light district, — every section of Gotham is a red light for Dick, thought, — raging from worst, to a thing beyond worst.

Bruce isn’t surprised when a small bundle leaps into his arms the minute he crosses Owl-Man and his newfound sidekick. Former. Dick is no sidekick. He’s Bruce’s partner.

“Asleep?”

“Sedated.”

“Junior.”

“Have you seen this kid flip? You’re welcome. Anyway, happy I could help. You know you totally owe me one, right?”

“Come home for dinner.”

“Nope.”

“Alfred says so.”

“God damn it.”

[foolnamedjoey]

The Bat-uncles!!

(Ghostmaker and the Owl)