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please do not. the tim drake
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#batman#dc comics#dc robin#dc universe#superhero#batfam#batfamily#jason todd#red hood#damian wayne#red robin#tim drake#dick grayson#nightwing
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I thought about them again, i really like when halloween specials show characters in fun costumes, specially when the characters already usually wear costumes…
#sadly the cover of the yj halloween chapter doesnt have cassie and also just dresses them as their seniors#which is kinda boring#young justice#cassie sandsmark#kon el#tim drake#bart allen
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Jason and Damian meet in the LoA AU where Damian vehemently insists that Jason is his only real brother since they have the same mother and father. The others try to tell him that Jason is also adopted, but Damian will just stare at them like they are stupid and go "is Father not his Father in the eyes of the law?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
"Does Mother not call him as her son?"
"I mean she does-"
"Are they not my Mother and Father as well?"
"Yes?"
"The matter has been concluded, then, Richard."
"What about me? Bruce is also my dad on paper?"
"You get half of the acknownledgement, of course, as you have been getting so far."
"What about Tim, then?"
"I don't see how he is relevant to this conversation."
"I'm just curious where he lands on the brother percentage scale."
"Nowhere. Timothy is a neighbour. Though I shall offer him hospitality while he is under our roof."
"You tripped him on the patrol last night."
"Does the alleyway look like our house to you?"
#damian looking at tim after patrol: isn't it time for you to go home#dc#dcu#damian wayne#robin#jason todd#red hood#dick grayson#tim drake#batfam
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Wayne Enterprises didn’t really need a small business specializing in “ecto-weapons” invented by self-purported ghost hunters, but S.T.A.R. Labs tipped Lucius Fox off that Lex Luthor was trying to buy an obscure little company in Illinois, and thwarting Luthor was always worthwhile. Now Tim just had to figure out what to do with all the equipment and the concerningly large arsenal of guns and things that looked like normal household items but seemed to have other, horrific purposes. He would have laughed at the way they slapped “Fenton” in front of every invention name (do ghost hunters really need a Fenton thermos? Won’t a normal thermos keep their coffee hot just as well? Are ghosts like trout, to be caught with a Fenton Ghost Fisher which just looks like a normal fishing rod but glow-in-the-dark. And what the fuck even is a Fenton Peeler!?), but he thought with some chagrin about the batarangs, batmobile, and everything else that had “bat” as a prefix in the batcave.
However, of all the things Tim hadn’t expected to find when he flew out to do an inventory of assets after they bought the business sight-unseen, a portal generating a Lazarus Pit in gaseous form was probably at the top of his list. He didn’t even know that Lazarus water could change states from a liquid to a gas like that. Maybe there actually was something to the whole ghost thing. He supposed that it made sense for ghosts to exist, after all Deadman was part of Justice League Dark. Speaking of. . . he should see if Bruce could call in someone from JLD to assess things. He was feeling decidedly out of his depth.
John Constantine did not like to consult for mega corporations like Wayne Enterprises, but Batman had specifically requested he go check something out and he figured, where's the harm?
There.
There’s the harm.
It turned out the “thing” he’d been called in to look at is a machine that can tear open a stable portal into the Infinite Realms. That is not something that should be possible. That is not something technology should be capable of achieving. That is definitely not something that should exist. Bloody hell, what had the Bats roped him into!?
This really should have been Zatana’s job. Or Deadman’s. Hell, Raven or Secret would be preferable. Because John would prefer not to be dealing with this. In fact, he would prefer to be back in literal Hell than deal with the crazy shit in the Infinite Realms. Could John handle demons, archangels, and even gods? Yeah. He can bind or exorcize most supernatural threats. Does that mean he relishes the idea of going toe to toe with heavy hitters from the Infinite Realms? Absolutely not.
Some beings who lived there were just little blob ghosts made from ectoplasm and emotion. Some were the restless undead who could not or would not cross over to their afterlives. And some were the embodiments of concepts like nature, destructive weather, and dreams. He wasn’t sure where Death fit into the Realms, whether she ruled or visited, or if it was actually just an extension of her, but he didn’t really want to find out. There were many things John could defeat. Death wasn’t one of them. And now he was looking at a portal into a realm where the living were not meant to be.
Danny hadn’t returned to Fenton Works since graduating high school. It turned out that he was less anxious when he was not living with people who fantasized about “tearing him apart molecule by molecule” and thought that discussing their plans to dissect him (although he maintained that it would be a vivisection since he’s only half dead) made for fascinating dinner conversation. Who would have thought that his constant stress, anxiety, and insomnia were caused by environmental factors? He’d been unpacking things with a very nice therapist his sister helped him find, and seen great improvements in his mental health. It really helped that she was dead too, and unlike Spectra she didn’t feed off the misery of her patients.
Danny hadn’t intended to ever return to Fenton Works, but when Jazz told him that Jack and Maddie sold their life's work to Wayne Enterprises and a multibillionaire playboy was about to have unfettered access to the Ghost Zone, he was. . . concerned. To say the least. And that was why he was in the middle of doing some light sabotage when Tim Drake-Wayne and a guy in a trenchcoat who reeked of cigarette smoke entered the basement lab. It’s why he was hiding under the Specter Speeder removing the ecto-engine, and there to overhear the conversation that followed.
“So, am I right in thinking that’s a Lazarus Pit?” Tim asked Constantine.
The older man stared at the portal, then at Tim, then at the portal for an uncomfortably long time. Then he pulled out a flask and drained half its contents before saying, “Yes and no. That is basically the same substance as the pits, but I think that this does something else entirely. It seems like this machine basically functions as a summoning circle, but instead of pulling one entity from one side to the other, this is just an open doorway that is perpetually pulling in anything or anyone who gets within its sphere of influence.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good thing, John.”
“It’s really not,”
“So what does that mean, is it like a blown hatch in space causing rapid depressurization?” Tim felt a little ill at the thought. “What is it even pulling into our world?”
“No, no. Nothing so dramatic as that. It’s more like, hm, so the way summoning circles work is they invite or compel a specific entity to manifest, by basically making a one-way magical portal for them. This portal is kinda like an invitational summoning, which entices, but doesn’t force anyone to enter. Usually a summoning will have a purpose though, and the being you summon will be offered a deal. If this is doing what I think it is and pulling citizens of the Infinite Realms through and leaving them on this side without a contract or direction, they’re probably getting pretty frustrated and causing havoc. It’s like offering someone a job in another country so they have to get a visa and uproot everything, only to get off the plane and find an empty office, no housing, and no paycheck.” John lit up a cigarette and took a drag.
Tim wrinkled his nose, but knew from long experience that it wasn’t worth it to argue about American tobacco restrictions in the workplace with Constantine, especially while the man was doing him a favor. Also, the man looked like he really needed either a cigarette or another drink, and he’d prefer second hand smoke to a drunk sorcerer. “So then why hasn’t this town been overrun by these beings from the Infinite Realms?”
“Good question kid, but what I really want to know is how is this portal staying open? Really, how was it opened in the first place is the most pressing issue.” John mused.
Tim had already located the blueprints for the portal while waiting for Constantine, but either the Fentons had intentionally falsified the documents to seem plausible just long enough to make off with the money, or he just didn’t understand enough of the interaction between physics and the occult to comprehend how the portal could possibly function.
He flipped back through the blueprints while the blond man sat cross legged in front of the swirling green portal and his low, distracted mutterings took on the cadence of a chant. The curl of smoke from his lit cigarette unfurled into some kind of spell array, and began to glow. Huh, maybe Tim shouldn't be too quick to judge him for tobacco misuse. Tim triple checked the flat file for any more information about the portal, and came up empty handed.
John, meanwhile, kept chanting as the magical array grew and spread to encompass the entire entrance to the portal. At last he stopped speaking and stood up, stepping back to double check his work. “Alright, Drake. You might wanna close your eyes for this one. It’s gonna be bright,” he said, popping his cigarette back between his lips. Then he stepped forward and blew a mouthful of smoke on the center of the array. The smoke caught against the softly glowing lines, pushing them until they floated back and collided with the nebulous green swirls and, despite Tim closing his eyes, flashed so incandescently white he could see them through his eyelids.
“OW! Fuck!!” John clutched his face, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. “I’m doubling my consulting fee,” he grumbled under his breath.
“You alright?” Tim asked, blinking spots out of his vision.
“Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec.” He too was blinking now. “That was not supposed to be so bright.”
“I’m assuming it worked though.”
“It had bloody well better ’ave worked.” The older man squinted at the slightly dimmer lines which still shone painfully bright against the green. “Oh. Yeah, that worked. Fuck. . .”
“What?” Tim looked on in alarm as Constantine pressed a hand over his mouth.
“Oh man. What wanker did you say created this portal?”
“Presumably Drs. Madeline and Jack Fenton. Why?” He drew the last syllable out skeptically.
“Because, they opened this portal with a child sacrifice, and bound his death and all the lost life potential to their bloody machine to create a perpetual gateway to the Infinite Realms.”
Pt. 1 (you're here) Pt. 2 Pt. 3
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp#timothy drake wayne#tim drake#tim drake wayne#red robin#john constantine#A Round Door Like a Porthole[comma] Lazarus Green#the whole thing is on Ao3#but I figured I should post here too#because why not?#but I'm breaking it into a few posts#just to spread it out a little
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Batter Up!
Redrew a few panels from yj #27!
#dc#dc fanart#dc comics#yj98#young justice#superboy#impulse#robin#wonder girl#kon el#conner kent#bart allen#tim drake#cassie sandsmark
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Classic Batman humor
#again no original jokes#but they work for our boys#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#my art#doodles#dc comics#redhood#batman#red robin#batfam#batfamily#batboys#red hood#nightwing#dc robin#robin#dc batman#dc#dc fanart#dcu#dc universe
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Gotham’s Finest Family & Friends By freelance illustrator, Gabriel Larragán
#Gabriel Larragán#antygabo14#dc comics#batman#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#kate kane#helena bertinelli#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#duke thomas#barbara gordon#harper row#luke fox#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#selina kyle#jim gordon#fan art#redesign
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does tim smooch the homies back 👀
of course he does! ;)
#bad doodles#tim drake#bart allen#kon el#young justice#dc comics#my art#digital art#couldn't resist doing a doodle version as well
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Since we know Bruce rigs Dick’s escrima sticks to insane levels of electricity, and that they’re presumably waterproof in a way where Dick can still use them in wet conditions, is there a world where Dick accidentally drops them to the bottom of Gotham Harbor and starts a constant electricity feedback loop down there where he can’t ground them with his suit/gloves?
Dick, staring down at the blue web of electricity spreading across the bottom of Gotham Harbor: well. fuck.
Tim: B is gonna kill you.
Dick, getting ready to dive down: not if this does first
Tim: what do you mean IF
#shhh just me butchering electricity stuff#but if they don’t short out in water and they’re activated#but dick doesn’t ground them with his gloves#this could happen right?#bruce wayne#batman#dc#thoughts#dick grayson#Tim drake#nightwing
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Headcannon that due to diligently monitoring the Wayne family’s media image, Alfred is chronically online, and as such, is constantly dropping slang into conversation like-
(Over the coms)
Batman: Alfred, what’s the update on the Arkham situation?
Alfred: *Ahem* Unfortunately sir, it is as they say- ‘we’re cooked’
Collective groans from Tim, Dick, and Jason over the coms
Batman: …Huh?
Jason: *muttering* I knew I should’ve stayed outa this one…
Damian: I don’t understand, what are we cooking?
Alfred: It’s giving ‘failure era’, sir-
Dick: Damn it!
Tim: We really are cooked
Damian: What does that -?
Alfred: It’s lowkey not-
Batman: In English Alfred. Please.
Alfred: *Sigh* My apologies, sir. The Joker has escaped.
#dc#batfam#batman#alfred pennyworth#alfred#bruce wayne#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#dick grayson#dc batfam#batfam hc#dc hc#batman hc#robin#dc robin#red hood#nightwing
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Headcanon that when the batkids are mad at Bruce or just, mildly annoyed, they deliberately use last names that piss Bruce off, a lot.
Kidnappers over the phone: We have Richard Wayne in our custody, if you want to see him again-
Dick, mad after Bruce made him throw out the discowing suit, in a muffled voice: It's actually Richard Grayson-Kent, get it right
Bruce, on the verge of a heart attack: Chum Please
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Barista at Batburger: What would you like your coffee cup to say?
Tim, not mad, just mildly annoyed at the way Bruce did the reports last night: My name is Tim Jordan-Gardener-Cruz-Scott
Bruce, clutching his Jokerized fries so hard veins appear: You're grounded
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Author, at a book signing event: And who should I address this to?
Jason, after Bruce had let the Joker live yet again: To Jason Dent, please
Bruce, standing in line next to him, whom Jason had brought along to pay for the signed copy: I should make Harvey pay child support
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Announcer: And the award goes to, Ms Cassandra Isley-Quinn!
Cass, mad because Bruce missed another one of her recitals, walking up to the stage:
Bruce:
Bruce, signing to her: You're killing me, you know that? You're killing your father
Harley, sitting next to Bruce along with Ivy: Yes! That's our daughter!
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Duke, calling some shady Gotham lawyer right in front of Bruce after he lectured him a little too much about keeping up secret identities: Hi, how much to legally change my name to Duke Thomas-Queen?
Shady lawyer: About 50$
Duke: Got it. Hey Bruce can I borrow 50$?
Bruce:
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Steph doesn't use the Wayne name anyway, but sometimes she uses it for Benefits™
Damian would much rather die than adopt the last name of anyone in the justice league or the batrouges or anyone except his very infamous lineages, because he doesn't want to associate with incompetent people
#dick grayson#jason todd#batfam#bruce wayne#tim drake#cassandra cain#duke thomas#nightwing#red hood#red robin#batgirl#signal dc#batman#dc#dc comics#batfam headcanons#batfamily headcanons#batfamily#batkids#batfam shenanigans#damian wayne#stephanie brown#robin
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I'm sorry, we as a society do not talk about the fact that in order to maintain his playboy billionaire status Bruce Wayne had to sleep with a lot of people,, a lot, of people in order to maintain that.
And I'm not shaming him for that, get your hot girl summer brucie hell yea, but what I will say is can you imagine,,,
How hilarious it would be that when eventually Batman's identity gets revealed- it's not the reaction he was expecting.
‘‘Oh my god. Oh my god, Bruce Wayne Bruce Wayne the the bimbo Sexy billionaire boy. He is the stoic hard-ass Batman. There's no way-”that's not the reaction. The reaction is
“holy fucking shit I've slept with Batman”
Three quarters of that city and beyond is sat in front of their TVs, their radios, their phones,, I don't care. They're sitting there, agape going ‘I have slept with the Dark Knight. I have seen Gotham's Bat naked on his knees-‘
bruce wouldn’t be able to look the justice league nor his kids in the eyes for weeks after the reveal, solely due to the gossip channels or smth
#look at me#hot girl summer bruce wayne#it’s his therapy#dc#batman#bruce wayne#brucie wayne#dc comics#batfam#jason todd#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne#stephanie brown#duke thomas#cassandra cain#alfred pennyworth#the justice league#superbat#batlantern
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a bit of a repeat post but the batboys reunited (damian’s design got altered so his addition was delayed)
I really want to sell it as a sticker sheet but I’m unsure how I want to go about it atp for those who are super desperate to get their hands on one of them I might put them up on RedBubble
The boys are my trial run if things go well the batgirls are next
#dc#dc comics#red hood#dc signal#robin#red robin#nightwing#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne#duke thomas#jason todd#batfamily#batfam#magical girl au#my art
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