#young justice packs

[detectiveforfree]

huddle cuddle for warmth season ;)

[syphasfire]

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[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for Drakel; YJ packs up and gets pupped. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

But Kon doesn’t have anything that smells like him, not even the stupid Bat-blocker scent, and–

Wait, Kon thinks, tightening his TTK around himself again and pausing right before he shoves the other couch over. The stupid–the blockers. Robin always wears them, and they’re heavy-duty and durable and meant for long-term wear, but like . . . but he’s a Bat, and he’s Robin, so like–

So he’s got backups, because when didn’t a Bat have a backup. Kon knows he does, because he’s seen him stick weird little random things in weird little random places in the base or his belt or just his suit outright, like, a thousand times. There’s no way he doesn’t have any of those stupid Bat-blockers tucked away somewhere in the base. 

Which–yeah. There’s definitely Bat-blockers somewhere around here. And he knows that’s not Robin’s real scent, obviously, but . . . well, it’s the only scent he’s ever caught off Robin anyway, so . . . 

Kon thinks, very carefully: okay. Places Robin would keep spare blockers. Places Robin would hide spare blockers. 

He tightens his TTK a little more, and thinks . . . someplace that none of them would just stumble over accidentally, but still easy-access, but not predictable or obvious either. Just . . . someplace subtle, but smart, but simple, but . . . 

There’s gotta be some somewhere. There’s no way Robin doesn’t have any backup blockers on-base. Like, definitely most of them are in his belt, but that’s only one stash, so obviously, like . . . obviously there’s more somewhere. It’s Robin. Mr. “Wears Two Masks to the Team Sleepover Just in Case We Play Truth-or-Dare and Superboy’s a Prick About It”. 

There’s definitely, definitely more Bat-blockers somewhere. 

Locker room’s too obvious. Meeting room and common room are too busy. Storage area’s too out of the way. Kitchen’s too likely to end up contaminated. Garage is–

Garage, Kon thinks abruptly, and then tightens his TTK around himself and his arms around his nesting stuff, and then zips out of the common room and down the hall. They’re in and out through there all the time but nobody really lingers there, it’s literally just the Super-Cycle most of the time and it fuckin’ adores Rob, so no way it’d rat out any of his hiding places, and– 

Kon jerks to a stop about three feet into the garage and realizes–the Super-Cycle. The Super-Cycle might be– 

The Super-Cycle Is, in fact, here. It perks up curiously, its horn trilling, and half-rolls, half-wriggles towards him. Kon . . . stares at it. 

It’s the first, like–sapient, like . . . he’s not really sure how smart the Super-Cycle is, but it’s not stupid, he knows. Like–maybe dog-smart, or dolphin-smart, or little-kid-smart, or maybe smarter than any of them really understand in a way they can’t understand, or . . . 

He hasn’t��he’s–

Kon feels like an idiot, but he’s fucking embarrassed.

[deven895]

Another set of these

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[sepia-stained-sunset]

Tim doesn't tell his family anything about his Bruce-quest so obviously they turn to Young Justice for answers. And of course Young Justice lies through their teeth to protect their bird.

Except they have little to no coordination, or any experience formulating a plausible cover-story , so as far as the Bats are concerned, Tim's Bruce-quest was alarmingly similar to the Mission: Impossible movies

[catluniscia]

Bat Pack

My Card where you can find my socials, where to buy my merch, and commission information, and places to support me like ko-fi  https://blackmoonrose13.carrd.co/ Speed paint: https://youtube.com/shorts/MixzbXhzTFw A team that came out from the new 52 which consists of Chupacabra aka Diego Perez, Megabat aka Lucas LaPorte, and Bratgirl aka Merissa Cooper. Funfact she was who I mainly wanted to draw, but the way I posed her there was room for the others. Look I am doing art with more than one person -confetti-. I do love the look of their outfits and I really REALLY hope they are still active in comics...There isn't much talk of them on the wiki, which is sad, I would love to know if they are still solving crimes and such...starting to think because they are part of new 52 and that wasn't too loved...but they were in Infinite Frontier in 2021 they had to be doing something since then right?  I just want to know more about this cool trio of teens -shakes dc comics logo- gimmie more information about them darn it I couldn't even figure out if Megabat was darker skinned or not because the two images you have of him are two different skin tones -shakes more- How am I supposed to work with such little and conflicting info. No Joke Megabat and Bratgirl the few refs the skin tones were like very off from each other, not even enough to do like a proper sample size where I take samples mix and get a medium color and pray it works. which is what I do most of the time -deep breath- I know the shading is a little jank here and there but I tried my best and I am just still tired and recovering...I know work on simple things but I am bored and I don't feel like knitting right now!

[newx-menfan]

Literally NOBODY wins in this 😂🤣🤣🤣

[calligraphist-artemisia]

Chapters: 46/46 Fandom: Young Justice (Cartoon), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Series: Part 1 of Pack Bonds Universe Summary:

Dick Grayson hadn't expected to present as an omega - none of them had - and it certainly threw his family and his team for a loop. But Dick honestly couldn't say he minded it. Being an omega felt right. He was proud of his new status. But of course, there are always complications, and Dick will have to learn to reign in his new instincts, the ones that make him itch to reach out to his friends - his Pack - and soothe the bonds they share whether they're comfortable with it or not.

------- UPDATE -------

As of yesterday, this fic is now complete! The universe is not and I’ve talked a little bit about that in the end note of the last chapter, so if you’re interested in seeing what’s next for the Pack Bonds Universe, give that a quick read. (Important bits have been bolded to make it easier to skim, because I got a bit wordy with it.)

[northernbluetongue]

Loving this soo MUCH!!

👻♻️💻

[mangoisms]

WAIT A SECOND. just saw something. remember when i was wondering if people knew what batarangs were. because i constantly wonder about the level of knowledge ppl have in-universe in gotham. WELL

i didn’t even realize it when i read this issue but. PRESUMABLY. it IS because they’re at a party and she thinks he’s just ‘dressed’ as robin. so people do know that batarangs are. well. called batarangs. right?????

sorry i just saw this posted again on instagram and it BARELY hit me. ok. wow. it was for a thing in ck that i ultimately solved by having him call it that. but. that’s not necessary. apparently. well.

(also this page and the few after are so funny to me. this entire thing. bc bart and kon step in and then he gets mad 😭)

[im-not-remotely-traught]

it's new year's eve eve which means it's time to rewatch the last 3 episodes of yj season one. this year i'm also including insecurity but who knows, I might just continue through to season 2

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; "YJ packs up and gets pupped". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon feels like an idiot, but he’s fucking embarrassed. He’s going into heat and–and–Superman knew he was presenting, yeah, but it wasn’t, like–it wasn’t this far along, and he doesn’t know if Superman knew what he was presenting as, because– 

But he definitely, definitely smells like an omega now. And he doesn’t even know if the Super-Cycle can tell about that kind of thing or even has a way to register anyone’s scent or pheromones at all, but . . . but it’s still embarrassing, being around somebody else when he’s–when he’s like that for the first time. Being . . . being an omega around somebody else for the first time. Even if the Super-Cycle can’t tell or can’t talk about it or . . . 

“Uh,” Kon tries, and swallows roughly, feeling his face burn as he tries to hide his weird scavenged mishmash of nesting stuff behind his back, suddenly embarrassed by it too. The Super-Cycle beeps at him, wriggling its back again. It’s–excited, he thinks, so maybe it thinks there’s an adventure or a mission to go on or maybe it’s just happy to see one of them when it wasn’t expecting to, maybe, but–but he doesn’t– 

It’s just–embarrassing. 

“Uh,” he tries again, digging his fingers into his nesting stuff where it’s all bunched-up behind his back. “Hey, man, do you . . . do you know if . . .” 

He swallows, and the Super-Cycle tilts to one side with a maybe-questioning little trill of its horn. 

“IneedsomeofRob’sblockers,” Kon blurts, and his face burns. “I–I–do you know if he–if he left any in–in any–” 

It’s not gonna answer him. It doesn’t even understand the stupid question, probably. It’s just gonna realize he’s not here to take it on a joyride and get bored and–and leave, and–and– 

Kon grits his teeth and doesn’t cry about the idea of the damn bike ditching him. He’s not–he’s not that pathetic. He’s just–not. 

He definitely is. 

“Sorry,” he manages. “Sorry, I–I just–didn’t mean to, like–” 

The Super-Cycle trills again, its headlights flashing a few times, and then rolls up to him and makes–a weird noise, suddenly. Kind of a . . . pop, almost, coming from the console and . . . 

Oh, Kon realizes, and feels his eyes dilate. 

He bolts into the driver’s seat and leans down over the console, and there’s a sort of–like, a hidden little . . . glove compartment kind of thing, almost, and it’s popped open. Inside it there’s a neat, careful little row of stuff that’s either recognizably Robin’s or generic to a fault, and tucked in at the very end of the neat little row of stuff, there’s four flat packs of scent blockers all sealed up in matte black foil wrappers. 

Kon snatches up all four of them and tears one of them open in his teeth so he doesn’t have to put down any of his nesting stuff, and gets an immediate noseful of the same neutral, barely-there blocker scent that means Robin in his head. And then, like–and then he does cry again, kind of, but it’s relief again, because–because that means– 

That’s all of them, he thinks, crumpling up the unwrapped blocker in his fist so the scent spreads out a little more, and feels so much better. And Robin’s blockers last for, like, for-fucking-ever, so . . . 

Kon sniffles a few more times, and then curls up around his collected little pile of stuff–Cassie’s shirt and Cissie’s towel and Suzie’s blanket and Bart’s weird cowboy outfit and Robin’s blockers–and sort of . . . shudders, kinda, feeling all shaky and overwhelmed and relieved. 

“Thanks,” he manages to choke out, and then cries some more. The Super-Cycle trills in concern, and he feels the driver’s seat adjust a little bit under and around him, like it’s trying to–like it’s trying to fit him better, maybe. 

Almost like the Super-Cycle’s trying to figure out how to hug him, kind of, though Kon doesn’t know if that’s actually what it’s thinking. 

He squeezes himself tight with his TTK, because that–that helps a little, still, and makes him feel like . . . makes him feel a little more . . . 

The Super-Cycle doesn’t usually get scent-scrubbed, so it smells a bit like everybody too. Not as much as his nesting stuff does, but–definitely it still smells like them. 

That’s–it helps, kinda. The base doesn’t smell like anybody at all, just all–empty and neutral and . . . like, it smells like him a little now, probably, but . . . but that just makes him feel even more stray than he already knows he is, and the Super-Cycle smelling like everyone else is–is really–

[incorrectbatfam]

Right to left: Tim, Kon, and Bart

Redraw of that one reposted twitter thread I have since deleted the reblog for (I have never watched the original material) (but this was fun).

[deven895]

Steph and Wally "On It" Salute o7 emotes

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[fakeicecubes]

Reasons why the rest of the JL believes Batman and all of his children are metas/cryptids

-Weirdly good instincts

-They only see the bat and kids at night

-Hasn’t died

-If they have died, they came back within the year

-The JL has seen all of them at one point or another stay up for 96 hours straight and act semi-normally

-One time Batman was stabbed and started bleeding green(it was slime Bruce packed for kids to play with if they were at a crime scene)

-Red Robin didn’t cry while watching A Dogs Purpose for Young Justice’s movie night(he did, the mask hid his tears)

-They all know an absurd amount of Golf facts

-Somehow none of them age

-All of them are friends with a super

Wonder Women has the list and they update it after every mission.

[rantceratops]

Self-reblog. Reblogging all that cat art that @/nightcomet01 did really brought me back to that old Happy Harbor Pack au me and a friend worked on but never finished all of back in the day. Good times ^^

More Spitfire werewolves were requested. And luckily I find wolves fairly easy to draw.