#discowing will never die

[i-care-bout-things-too]

Batfam Ages:

Okay, there is no such thing as an exact science when determining the ages of the Batfam, but the easiest thing you can do is work of the concrete ages that you /do/ know, and make them fit with canon events to the best of your ability. Now, canon changes all the time—which definitely makes this a challenge, but I’m going to just explain my process for determining their ages and you can disagree if you’d like, or you can use this to write fic like I do where ages are semi important,

Let’s begin. I’m going to give you the arbitrary number of 15, this will be important later.

Dick Grayson:

Depending on the canon, Dick is 8, 10, 12, or 15 when his parents die. All of these numbers will have problems depending on which you pick, but I go for the safe bet of 10 years old. Why? Well, a little known fact is that Dick ends up in juvie after his parents die, and he’s not immediately taken in by Batman. Thus, it takes a little while longer for him to become Robin, which doesn’t immediately happen after he becomes Bruce’s ward anyway, because Batman doesn’t immediately go and spill the beans. Thus, Dick ends up in Bruce’s car at around ten or eleven, but doesn’t become Robin until he’s 12.

Now Dick is Robin up until he’s about 18, when Bruce takes Robin from Dick because it’s too dangerous and Dick refuses to quit. Dick joins up with the teen titans full time, and he’s still Robin for a little while longer until we get Nightwing, aka Discowing, for the very first time at age 19. Simultaneously, while this is happening, a little kid is stealing the Batmobile’s tires.

Jason Todd:

Our beloved street rat Robin, Jason Todd, swings a tire iron at Batman and then gets taken out for fast food. It’s great, it’s cute, it doesn’t immediately lead to his adoption though, either. No, instead Jason ends up in an orphanage that is trafficking children. Bruce shows up one day to check up on Jason, and is made aware of this by his soon to be first adopted son (yeah, you heard me, Dick isn’t adopted yet). They take down the trafficking ring, and Bruce adopts Jason. Jason then becomes Robin at age 13.

Unfortunately for our boy, he was widely disliked by comic fans across North America, DC did a little telephone poll, and by a few hundred votes, DC changed comic history forever by killing off a high profile character what seems like /permanently/ for the first time ever. No resurrections this time. (Hah, right!). Which is to say, Jason Todd has the second shortest run as Robin at just two years, dying at age 15.

Tim Drake:

So then we get Robin numero 3. Tim Drake sees Batman getting darker and more violent and goes y’know, someone should do something about that. He tries talking to Nightwing, but he’s in a bad place with Bruce after learning Jason died via a Newspaper (yeah, Bruce sucks for that one), and tells Tim he won’t be going back to Robin. Thus, lil Timmy Drake gets an idea in his head. He looks himself in the mirror and goes, I can fix him, and then, Tim Drake becomes Robin at age 12.

Tim Drake has one of the longest runs as Robin, with only a mild interruption from a lil blond Bat.

Stephanie Brown:

Stephanie Brown starts off as the vigilante Spoiler, whose whole purpose in life is to spoil the plans of her C-list villain dad, Cluemaster. She meets Robin (Tim), hits him in the face with a brick, and then ends up dating him. Unlike most characters who appear a few times and never come back, Stephanie manages to stick around. She gets pregnant at age 15 (it’s not Tim’s, and no she did not cheat, this happened priorly), she gives birth, the baby is put up for adoption, and she becomes Robin after Tim’s dad, Jack Drake, finds out Tim is Robin and bans him from it. Tim is forced to quit and Stephanie picks up the mantle. She’s clocks in the shortest run as Robin, working with Batman for about two months before Bruce forces her to stop. Tim picks up the mantle again, and Steph goes back to being Spoiler—only to get killed by Black Mask, making her the second “Robin” to die. DC does retcon her death, and we later learn she was only badly beaten and sent off to live in a foreign country before she makes her return.

Jason Todd, Again:

While all this is going on, stuff is happening behind the scenes. Namely, Jason coming back to life. A common misconception here however is how long Jason was actually dead. While I wouldn’t be able to find the panels to confirm it, the true number is a “short” 6 months. Yep, while years passed in the real world, possibly decades, actually, Jason was dead all of 6 months. According to the books, he undigs himself from his grave six feet under (because Superboy punched through the multiverse or something?) and ends up wondering around Gotham as a mindless little zombie. Conveniently, Talia al Ghul stumbles upon her beloved’s lost little bird, and she decides to take him home and train him. He’s with them for a bit, gets dunked into a Lazarus pit, comes back very very angry, is shipped off to the all caste for a bit, and upon his return to the al Ghuls, is informed he’s been replaced by little Timmy Drake.

Jason makes his whole plan, and decides to make a splash by returning to Gotham wearing an old moniker of the Joker’s and taking over Gotham’s underworld. He beheads a few criminals, tries to kill Tim, tries to get Bruce to kill the Joker, and doesn’t really have success in those latter two objectives. That puts Jason at age 19, roughly. We don’t really know how to count the months he was dead.

Damian Wayne:

Shortly after Jason’s unmasking as the Red Hood, Damian Wayne turns 10 years old and beats his mother, Talia al Ghul, in combat. His prize is to be taken to his father and given to him for training. We know definitively that Damian is 10 thanks to this we can measure out the age gaps between the others and get their ages at this point in time. Dick at age 19 became Nightwing, while Jason is made Robin at age 13, so they have a six year age gap. Jason dying 2 years later at age 15 leads to Tim becoming Robin at age 12, they have a 3 year age gap. Tim is Robin for 3 years before Jason comes back and Damian trails after him a few months behind, putting Tim at around 16/17 while Damian is 10. I tend towards 16 instead of 17 because DC stopped aging Tim for a while, so it just makes more sense to pick the lower number. Thus, when Damian is 10, Tim is 16 as is Steph, Jason is 19, and Dick is 25.

Thanks to Damian being quite young, DC has kept an active track of how and when they age him. We know Damian is only with Bruce a few short months before he disappears into the time stream and Dick makes him Robin, and we also know that Damian’s 11th birthday is celebrated after Bruce is reinstated to the proper time. However, DC follows this up by killing Damian and making him the third Robin to die, the second to do so in the suit itself, and he’s dead for a significant number of months. In this time, Dick also dies—as in his heart is stopped by Lex Luthor for a few seconds, and then restarted, after his identity is revealed on live TV. Bruce decides to let the world believe Nightwing died and stayed dead, and Dick is sent off to Spyral to do secret spy stuff for Bruce. There is an issue around here in the “Grayson” run that claims Dick is twenty-one years old, which is ENTIRELY incompatible with the time line I just painstakingly established, and I go ahead and outright dismiss it because it clearly doesn’t work with a majority of canon. While Dick is with Spyral, Damian is brought back to life, and he goes on a year of redemption (which doesn’t actually last a whole year, but I digress). He and Dick meet again, and we move into Rebirth somewhere around here with the conclusion of Spyral and Batman and Robin Eternal.

General Events:

Damian turns 12 presumably sometime during rebirth, although not specified, I do believe Truth and Justice issue #6 to be his 12th or 13th birthday, but I lean towards 12 because of the costumes everyone wears in the issue. Steph is spoiler, Cass is Orphan, Tim is Red Robin, Red Hood has yet to don his solo Outlaw uniform, and Barbara is Batgirl.

I can’t name a specific issue for Damian’s 13th birthday, but it’s canonical that Damian turned 14 in his solo Robin series, Robin (2021) while he was off finding himself before the Lazarus Tournament, and since then, there’s been the Shadow War, Batman Vs Robin, Dark Crisis event somewhere around there, the Lazarus Planet event, Gotham War, DC Knight Terrors, and Beast World event, which catches us up to the modern day world.

Since Damian hasn’t yet turned 15 despite ALL of that going on, and is still for now at least, 14, that means Tim and Steph are 20, Jason is 23, and Dick is 29.

I know I mentioned Cass and Babs, and I would love to give you a proper age for them but I don’t know where to place them in DC canon like I do the others, however people do commonly place Cass roughly around the same age as Jason making her 22 or 23, and Babs tends towards being 6-8 years older than Dick, although that is an age gap DC has been slowly bridging over the years. Still, I put her at 35 years old. I don’t have a reference for Duke Thomas either, but he’s commonly placed as being two years younger than Tim making him 18 currently.

Lastly, I bring back the arbitrary number of 15, given that that is the number of years that separate Dick and Damian, I also use that age gap between Dick and Bruce—meaning that Bruce took Dick in when he was 25, and placing Bruce at 44 years old in main continuity.

Overall Ages Currently:

Bruce Wayne: 44

Barbara Gordon: 35

Dick Grayson: 29

Jason Todd: 23

Cassandra Cain: 22

Tim Drake: 20

Stephanie Brown: 20

Duke Thomas: 18

Damian Wayne: 14

#damian wayne #dc #dc comics #dc robin #damian al ghul #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #batfamily #batman and robin #batman #batfam #batgirl #red hood #red robin #the signal #orphan #spoiler #nightwing #timeline #ages #feel free to ask questions #i will answer #June’s stuff #June’s thoughts

[moedango]

Batman aboverse

In this AU, Dick was the one who gave Robin to Jason after knowing him for a week.

They are closer in age in this AU. Around 2 years.

Both are 11 and 9 respectively.

It’s his own way of claiming Jason actually.

Dick: Robin belongs to me and I gave you Robin so that means you belong to me now!

Bruce: That’s not how it-

Jason: Ok!

Bruce, panicking over his child: JASON??!!

And that’s how the tales of 2 robins began. Yes there’s a few years where there are 2 robins in Gotham.

But Jason only started being Robin when he’s 12.

Dick was never adopted. He stays as Bruce ward because he can’t see the man as his father figure. He’s like Steph in a sense. A close family friend who r related to the family by dating someone in the family.

When Dick was 16, he decided to venture more from being a Robin. N also the time when he realised that he want to be something more with Jason.

“Will you be the Flamebird to my Nightwing?”

“Not anytime soon Big Bird~,”

“But maybe in the future?”

It’s a shy yes from Jason if he ever heard it.

Dick started courting Jason slowly. Giving him small trinkets and gifts. If Jason want to take it slow, Dick can do that. He can be patient.

Dick's first courting gift was a pretty stone he found during his mission with the Titans. (Jay accepted the stone with a giggle and call Dick a true bird)

Jay's favourite gift from Dick is the wolf plushie that at least half his size that wore a Discowing suit. (It become a permanent resident in his nest)

They shared Jason’s heat once. Jason is 16 n Dick 18

They promised to discuss about it more after his mission.

They didn’t get to though.

So many things happened at such a short span that leads to Jason searching for another family that may perhaps accept him.

(Someone he can trust and hold on to. Dick's not here and he can't trust B anymore)

And Jay didn’t exactly die alone.

#jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #omega jason todd #alpha dick grayson #dickjay #omega!jason #dc universe #2 robins in the same era #Dick fell first and hard #I’m just gonna drop this n continue it later #abo verse #omegaverse #abo

[mimiaguilar-bansheebender]

Can you believe this was one the top voted ship for the june pride cover 🥺 i was so happy to draw them! Gotham knights truly fed the brudick fandom and the scrapped discowing jacket was my favorite thing ever 🥺 I’ve never liked jean jackets, but i just might make my own version. Now, just looking at it, you can guess that the biggest challenge with this one was the background, but it was actually the idea. I wanted to being some subtle kind of love, something sweet and pure that can be found on their relationship. Be it platonic or romantic, one of the cutest things I’ve found about these two is their capability of reaching out to each other and being absolute butt heads at the same time. Meant to find each other across dimensions, being so similar and so different. Batman is a dark idea, a blob formed from fear and shadows to criminals. Nightwing always represents hope and new beginnings, so that’s why i decided to do my own rendition of "The Invitation" (die einladung) by Quint Buchholz. I feel like his original piece had such breathtaking simplicity i felt the need to fill it to the brim with details XD plus.

Remember kiddos, we’re playing barbies with fictional characters 💜 i will not entertain drama, discourse nor threats 💜 i will block on sight 💜

💜If my content isn’t for you i understand 💜 if u need to block me, i understand 💜 i do not understand peer pressure nonsense 💜 i have taxes and chronic pain to worry about 💜

#brudick #batcest #dick grayson #nightwing #batman #batman x nightwing #dc

[thebisexualdogdad]

So picture it WFA verse. Dicks bf finds the discowing and thinks it’s just a costume (he knows who everyone is he just somehow never saw the discowing in action) and he shows up to the manor in it and the others die laughing or go “omg it still exists.”

And Dick is like “holy crap you look fantastic. Why are you wearing my old suit?”

“What do you mean? Isn’t this just like a costume?”

"No that's my old nightwing suit"

"Dick are you telling me you actually wore this out in public??"

"Yeah isn't it awesome!"

Enter Jason who dies laughing the moment he sees you in the suit "Oh my god Grayson even your boyfriend looks dorky in that lame suit"

"You guys!! It's not lame!!"

#wayne family adventures ask

[danny-chase]

Thinking about Damian messing around looking his family up on the internet and his eyes popping out of his head finding old Dick 'Discowing' Grayson interviews

The New Teen Titans (1984) #6

#the way Tim was probably watching this interview #batfam #dick grayson #damian wayne #discowing will never die #jason: Bruce how come Dick gets to be on tv #Bruce: we're URBAN LEGENDS #jason: mhm sure #batfamily #image in alt

[miraculouslycurious]

This Is NOT Identity Theft

Just a quick Maribat Crack Fic ~ Prompt/Idea came from @jinx-jade ~ Thank you to everyone on the Maribat? Get In! Discord Server for motivating me to finish this! 

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Miracle Queen had been a disaster for Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She had lost each and every temporary hero and Master Fu within a few hours.

She stopped her spiraling and took a breath. She and Chat Noir had revealed themselves shortly after Miracle Queen and had formed a sibling relationship between the two. Marinette had finally been able to explain why the ‘high road’ was wrong and now Adrien was able to stand up for Marinette whenever Lila tried to blame Marinette for something.

The rest of the class had fallen deep into Lila’s ever growing circle of lies. There were however, a few exceptions. 

After the events of Miracle Queen, Chloé had been growing into a kinder, new version of herself, as she was extremely ashamed of her actions while akumatized. The rest of the class didn’t believe that Chloé was working to be better as Lila had told them that Chloè was just pretending to be nice. 

Chloé had apologized profusely to Marinette for the way she had treated the bluenette in past years. Marinette had forgiven her and welcomed her with open arms into the group of outcasts.

Juleka had been the only one in the class with brain cells left. She had had the sense to check her sources and apologize to Marinette.  Luka and Kagami had quickly joined their group and they became the new Team Miraculous. 

Since Miracle Queen had ended in everyone getting exposed, the miraculi switched holders. Luka took up the Fox Miraculous, Chloé was now using the Dragon Miraculous, Juleka was using the snake miraculous, while Kagami was using the Bee miraculous. Adrien and Marinette still held the Cat and Ladybug respectively. 

Luka went by the name Todd, as it meant fox, Chloé went by Demon Spawn, Juleka went by Nighthood, a reference to the ‘hood’ cobras had, while Kagami used the name Hachi, meaning bee in Japanese. 

As time went on, team miraculous strengthened while Hawkmoth got more and more desperate. Sentimonsters began appearing less and less, as the peacock miraculous was weakening Mayura.

The only thing left to do was to find Hawkmoth and take his miraculous away. 

Now, the Miraculous Team was not incompetent in any sense, however they did not have the equipment or skills needed to track down the butterfly miraculous. That was when they finally decided to contact the Justice League and arrange a meeting. 

——

Grabbing the horse miraculous, Marinette called for Tikki and Kaalki to merge before practically shoving the other members of her team through the portal. 

Arriving in the meeting room of the watchtower, Team Miraculous arrived to see some of the more prominent members of the Justice League. Present in the room was some of the bafam; Batman himself, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin and Robin, along with other members such as Superman, Green Lantern, Aquaman and The Flash. 

Ladybug stepped forward and addressed the room full of heroes. "Hello Justice League. I am Ladybug and I'm here with my team" she gestured to the teens behind her. “In order to seek help in ending Hawkmoth’s reign of emotional captivity over Paris once and for all.”

Green Lantern snorted. “Yeah right, that sounds like something out of the Anime Nightwing watches.” 

Ladybug’s eyes turned from an ocean blue to a stormy sky. “I can assure you Mr. Lantern, that none of this is fake or made up. I have watched my team, my friends and my family die countless times because of our enemy, just to be brought back, still remembering how they died.” 

Superman sucked in a long breath before exhaling. “How can we help?” 

“At this point, we only need help tracking down the identities of Mayura and Hawkmoth.” 

“We will do everything possible to help you guys. Please give us a moment.” Superman and the older members of the league headed out into the hall, leaving Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin and Robin with Team Miraculous. Both groups took one look at each other before turning back to their respective teams. 

In reality, the bats were eavesdropping on Team Miraculous’s conversation while pretending to be chatting about something else. Todd, Luka’s form while using the fox miraculous had wandered over to the windows overlooking the city. 

“Hey Todd! Get back over here!” Nighthood called. 

The remaining bats in the room froze, all of them staring at Red Hood. 

“What do you need, replacement?” Todd asked, smirking at Juleka as he used the nickname he had chosen after she started using the snake miraculous, as he had been the wielder of the snake before her.

The bats were staring at this point, checking to make sure that Red Hood and Red Robin were still standing next to them.

“Ugh, I hate that nickname. Anyways, have you seen Demon Spawn? She wandered off somewhere and I can’t find her.” Nighthood asked. “LB and Chat haven’t seen her either, and Hachi is… probably trying to locate all the weapons in this building.” 

The bats looked between one another before bolting into the hallway to find Batman and leave. Damian, Tim, and Jason were now all terrified of whatever psychic powers the teens held and Dick? Dick was worried about whether any of them would end up wearing a version of his Discowing suit. That suit was his, and his alone. 

They never did end up taking Dick’s suit as inspiration. Marinette made sure of it, as in her eyes, it was a disgrace to humankind and should be burned in fire.

#Maribat #justice league #batman #miraculous ladybug #crack #what the frick #did i write #whyyyy #nicknames

[astralis01]

Batsis Headcanons

-Being the oldest in the family is tiring. “Jay, please don’t strangle Rich.” “Timmy, bro, don’t cook ramen in coffee.” “Dami, please put away your katana. He did not question your honor.”

-You had made Alfred an apron that says ‘Batman is nothing without Alfred’. He still wears that apron to this day with a lot of pride.

-As the first and oldest member of the Bat clan, it is duty as official babysitting. “(Y/n), please. I need to go to the meeting.” “Dad, I have to go to work and you have two grown-ass adults in your home. Tell them.”

-When Dick came at first from the circus, it was taken up by (Y/n) to calm down Dick if he had any nightmares about his parents death.

-Slowly, as he started smiling more, he was thrown into the turmoil of being Robin. So, alongside with Batman and (H/n), there was a little bundle of happy traffic lights. Seriously, Bruce.

-As he started making friends in the hero community, you also started meeting his friends. You’re absolute favourites had to be Roy Harper and Wally West. They were allowed in the manor without any bounds so there was chances that you would walk on something. “What did I walk onto?” “(N/n), tell Wally to give my pants back,” “The hell. Give him his pants,Wall”

-Then Barbara came along to be Batgirl. You were seriously glad that she was along you. Though, you now had to deal with a lot of flirting from Dick and Barbara.

-Both of you became best friends in record amount of time.

-Dick had a fight with Bruce, that resulted in both of them falling out, you comforted him. He went on to become Nightwing, with the horrible costume. You still relentlessly tease him. “So, you grew out of your green scale panty phrase.” “Please, just go away.” “So, how much did the criminals fear you in Discowing.” “Shut up.”

-You had known Jason before he had tried to steal the tyres of the Batmobile. “Hey, I’m (Y/n). Do you want to come with me to the burger place?” “Why are you helping me?”

-He was suspicious at first but he warmed up soon enough and then one night Bruce comes in with Jason in the manor. “Jay, what are you doing here?” “He adopted me.” “Wait, you two know each other?????????”

-After training from Dick, Bruce and you, he became the next Robin. It was safe to say, you both put a new meaning to the term ‘Dynamic Duo’.

-Then, you heard the news of Barbara becoming paralyzed from waist down because of the Joker and you were tempted to hurt him again, badly.

-While you were away with Dick with the Teen Titans, Jason ran away and when you arrived, all you saw was Jason’s dead body.

-You were furious to say at least. You wanted to hunt the Joker like some kind of animal but you knew you shouldn’t. So, you left him in a full body cast and left Gotham for a while.

-During this time, you went to the League of Assassins. There, you saw your dad’s another of his biological offspring, Damian. You trained with him for a while, becoming close with him and then left the League.

-When you returned, you saw that your dad was training another kid to be Robin. You could not bear with that. You had already lost a brother you could not let another child die.

-You protested a lot but then Tim told you how much he wanted to be Robin, so you agreed. But seriously, who can say no to Timmy’s puppy eyes.

-During your time away, you had no one to remind you to take care of yourself so your habits kinda worsened a lot.

-Timmy was your coffee and computer buddy. “Go to sleep Timmy.” “Says the one who has not touched the bed in two days. Hypocrite.”

-One night, you encountered the Red Hood that your father and Tim had been chasing for a while. It did not take even ten minutes for you to figure out his identity. “Jay?” “What the absolute f**k?”

-You dragged him off to your apartment and then demanded he tell you the whole story. That night, you cried for the third time in your life.

-Jason and you were again working together like earlier you had been. Though, you mostly worked from the shadows.

-After a confrontation between Jason and Bruce, they agreed on working together again.

-Then came along Stephanie. The next Robin. She was like Dick but blonde and a girl. Dick and Stephanie had to meet according to you but then she faked her death.

-After that was Cass. A former assassin whom you had worked alongside with in the League. You loved Cass and she was officially and legally your new sister.

-Then came along Damian. Damian was in a nut of whom Jason was. You never said that allowed, fearing the circumstances. Damian came along and was stuck to you, hissing at anybody who tried to come near you. 

-Jason, Tim and Dick, all of them hissed back at him while you got away and spent some time with Cass, away from angry snakes.

-One night, Joker and Scarecrow were working together and you got captured by both of them. Scarecrow dosed you with his fear toxin but it was not the effect they were looking for.

-You started beating up the Joker and he was almost close to death when you were stopped. When you were asked why did you do so you replied, “I have no fear. That was just payback to the Joker for what he has done to my family.”

-There was one rule in Gotham, nobody rapes or abuses any person, (H/n) will go after you. That has been proved numerous times.

-You never had a boyfriend that lasted long enough because of your ginormous intimidating family standing behind you.

-Overall, they are your idiots and you were not going to exchange these idiots for the world.

#dc #dc comics #batfam #batsis!reader #batboys x batsis #batfam x batsis #batsis imagine #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #barabara gordon #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dick grayson x sister!reader #jason todd x sister!reader #tim drake x sister!reader #damian wayne x sister!reader #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #barbara gordon x sister!reader #cassandra cain x sister!reader #stephanie brown x sister!reader #batman #nightwing #red robin #red hood #robin #batgirl

[outoftheframework]

an introduction to the fanon batfamily

Are you new to the DC Batfamily fandom? Or perhaps do you need a refresher on our favorite vigilante disasters? Well, look no further! Here is your holy grail list of the traits/characteristics/cliches we as a fandom have collectively decided to embrace instead of the actual source material. 

Just a quick disclaimer (because people get very passionate about how these characters are portrayed) this is a collection of my headcanons popular on the internet. These are (mostly) in no way canon-correct. 

Let’s start out with the man himself:

BRUCE WAYNE

Has too many kids

Has a problem with adopting small dark-haired children with tragic backstories. It’s literally a compulsion. He cannot stop himself. 

Classic Dad

Doesn’t understand “teen lingo”

Will forget your name

Cannot function by himself (as Bruce)

Can make two dishes correctly: cereal and grilled cheese

Will fall asleep in business meetings

Wears either a three-piece designer suit or no shirt and sweatpants

Many headcanon him as gay.

Valid

My personal option is that he’s a disaster bi

DICK GRAYSON

The cutest child ever created

Robin!Dick is just an endless spout of puns and adorableness

Never grew out of sliding down railings/swinging on chandeliers

Fashion icon but not really

Never lives down Discowing

70s/80s/90s/Early 2000s mashup in every outfit

Simply better with finger stripes

Damian’s real dad

Stop erasing his Romani heritage

BARBARA GORDON

Simply the smartest

Computer science queen

Strong, independent woman who doesn’t need a man but at the same time puts up with Dick

Barbara says fuck the joker

Holds one of the two collective braincells

Could and should run the entire GCPD

JASON TODD

One day we all decided that Jay likes Shakespeare more than his family

Literature icon

Destined to be chained to Roy Harper forever

Better with the white hair streak

“fuck y’all; did you die??”

Actual zombie

Needs a dog

Of Latinx descent

fucking crowbars, man

CASSANDRA CAIN

Stop excluding her from fanart??

Sign language and disability icon

The best fighter of the bunch

Fashion icon but like actually

A sweetheart that needs to be protected at all costs

Bruce’s favorite child

Of Asian descent

DUKE THOMAS

Literal ray of sunshine

Also needs to be in more fan content

!!!!!!

Owner of the other collective brain cell

Common. Sense.

Confused but excited

“Um, why is there a turkey in the bat- you know what? Never mind.”

Invented the color yellow

TIM DRAKE

Out of every headcanon, Tim’s being a coffee/caffeine addict is somehow almost universally accepted 

Alfred worries about this kid 24/7

Cursed to always be 17

The detective Robin who is always 20 steps ahead

The N52 Red Robin series is a treasure and the injustice done to it is unacceptable

Needs long hair

Fancast is definitively Ryan Potter

Skateboards

“Drake” superhero name is stupid and we should say it

STEPHANIE BROWN

Purple icon

Bring back waffle-obsessed Steph

If she’s not dating Tim she better be dating Cass

Her Robin career was too short 

Steph said Gay Rights

Somehow at the manor 24/7 when she doesn’t live there

Sometimes the bane of Bruce’s existence

Sassy queen

DAMIAN WAYNE

“TT” every other sentence in fanfiction

(I am guilty of this)

Better when Jon’s his best friend

Stop erasing his Arabic background

“Demon Spawn”

Okay but literally when did this start? I see this in every fanfic.

Always carrying a katana (?)

Dick’s actual son

Somehow I feel like this is controversial but I’m not sure why. Not saying these are all “correct,” they’re just common in the fandom :) hope this helps! feel free to add more tropes/cliches. Thanks for reading!!

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#batman #batfam #batfamily #batfamily fanfiction #batman fanfiction #dc #dc comics #bruce wayne #dick grayson #barbara gordon #jason todd #cassandra cain #duke thomas #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #nightwing #batgirl #red hood #robin

[iphoenixrising]

Hey babe, this has been sitting in my giant google doc prompt ideas for weeks so... The batboys find evidence of Dick’s emo phase, and then they find Damian watching eyeliner tutorials and buying dark clothes and Dick just wants to die. Damian becomes emo, and Dick re-finds his love for eyeliner and leather jackets (ya better watch out Jay). [this idea is open to anyone]

WELL BABE.

You know Tim is going to be the one to bring out all the remaining pictures that the mullet was for real a thing. But then, there’s the shots of leather jackets and khol-smeared eyes under N’s domino.

That’s probably where Dami first saw the look. I mean, Tim could totally be pulling an attempt to make it easier to work with the current Robin, so he just shows up at the Manor with a shoe box stowed somewhere on his person.

“I have some evidence from a case I’m working. I need you to check it out.”

Since Drake isn’t so bad now that Dami is older, the tunic more worn from his own trials, he follows his Predecessor up to his room in the Manor and gapes at the first stack of 5x7s Tim shoves in his hands.

“I’ve never shown these to anyone. Ever. Dick would kill me if he knew they existed.”

As Tim probably expects, Dami feels the same way about the Discowing suit as all the former Robins did:

Horrified yet unable to look away from the trainwreck.

The mullet days have them sharing a laugh at how that ponytail did nothing for him, but when he changed it up for the more sleek look, he hit some kind of stride away from awful costume design.

Dami gets to the middle of the stack and the photos are better quality, closer, obviously during Tim’s Robin hey-day that he absolutely notices the darkness under Grayson’s eyes stay even when he’s out of the mask.

But of course, Dick’s six sense goes off that some family bonding is happening and he’s not there to hug everyone into submission! *GASP* Must find little brothers.

And the pictures spread all over Dami’s bed spread is all the damning evidence he was such an Emo vigilante at one time...

That’s probably where it starts for Dami. What do you think, babe?

[knightstemplars]

From someone who won’t see the episode in two days... this is how I imagine Dick in the Goode Goggles in the same style BB had:

Robin!Dick: Hi, I’m Robin, the Boy Wonder!

KF!Wally: And I’m Kid Flash, your best friend!

Robin!Dick: Wally, hey!

KF!Wally: Yup, I’m so happy we managed to create a team, right? Look at you though! They grow up so fast...

Discowing!Dick: Huh, what? Oh yeah now I’m Nightwing—!

Batgirl!Barbara: —the Hunk Wonder!

Discowing!Dick: Babs! I mean, Batgirl!

Robin!Jason: And check me out, I’m the new Robin! This is the greatest day of my life! Too bad you were to jealous to care, right Dick?

Discowing!Dick: No wait I never meant—!

Civilian!Wally: Oops! I guess you have enough members now, I can quit, right? Nothing bad’s going to happen if I ever return.

Robin!Jason: Yeah and I’ll take on any challenge you give me, even if I get myself killed thanks to your poor leading skills!

Batgirl!Barbara: Even after you leave, I’ll take your place, what do you think’ll happen? I’ll get myself shot?

Wally, Barbara, and Jason: Hahaha! That’ll neeever happen, Dick would never allow anyone to do something that!

Pre-Oracle!Barbara: Yeah I mean what type of person would let the love of his life get paralysed?

Older!KF!Wally: His best friend to cease from existence?

Dead!Robin!Jason: His little brother to die such a horrible death?

Wally, Barbara, and Jason: Dick Grayson would!

Nightwing!Dick: No! It wasn’t supposed to be like this!

Red Hooded Ninja!Jason: You can’t even recognise your own brother Dick? Why do you think I knew your every move? Blocked every kick? Oh, are you ashamed I’m a murderer now? Aw...

Nightwing!Dick: What? That was you?

RHN!Jason: Don’t pretend you didn’t suspect it, Boy Wonder, somewhere in your mind, you knew.

[Flashback to Rescue Op after Dick leaves.]

RHN!Jason: Gray... son?

Ra’s al Ghul: Excellent, your memory is returning.

Nightwing!Dick: No...

Robin!Jason: Why didn’t you save me, Dick?

KF!Wally: Why didn’t you save me, Dick?

Oracle!Babs: You could have saved me, Dick.

RHN!Jason: Why didn’t you save me, Dick?

#young justice #young justice outsiders #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #robin #wally west #kid flash #barbara gordon #batgirl #oracle

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Away From Here (Jaydick Fic for Fictober)

Prompt number: 2. “Just follow me, I know the area.”

Fandom : DCU

Rating: General Audience

Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death/ Non-canon compliant.

Summary : Jason dreamed that he became a killer. A man wearing a Red Helmet with guns on his hands and bodies on his feet. He waited a moment to wake up. What came instead is an 8-year-old Dick Grayson in his Robin uniform. “What do you want? Why are you showing me this dream.” “I told you, this is your future, and I’m here to save you from it. I’ll take you to a place safe from your future.”

Word count : 5k

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In his hands are smoking guns. Around him are the walls of abandoned skyscrapers he had known as his home. On his feet, is a puddle of blood flooding from the man filled with holes that lay limp in front of him. That person is not the only one bleeding, there are a lot more around him, by the roof. Some with heads snapped way to the back, holes on their face, and the only one here that could’ve done it is Jason himself.

He lets go of the guns from his trembling hands. He knows this place like the back of his hand, but suddenly, he has nowhere to run. His feet won't let him get away.

When he finally gains his senses, his instinct brings him home. The manor never felt like home, but Dick made it feel like it does.

The world feels uncanny and off-putting. Reality doesn’t feel solid, but Jason disregards it. He just wants to go home to the people that take him in.

When he does, he finds Alfred the butler that’s been the most present, looking at him with distaste then looks away. Jason felt a sharp pain in his heart, accompanied by sizzling anger, but what he wanted the most is an explanation. He doesn’t get that as his feet bring him down the hall against his will.

The hallways lead to the library where he often spends his days, then he turns the grandfather clock to open the path to the Batcave. There, Batman, even with his mask off, there’s no Bruce in that cave, only Batman. Even so, his adopted father always cares for him. Despite being his soldier, Jason is still his son. Batman looks at him, he doesn’t even look away, his furious furrowed eyes pierce through him like he had committed the greatest sin.

“I know what you did,” his adopted father growled.

On the multiple screens of the Batcomputer are someone in body armor, cargo pants, and a leather jacket. On his chest is a bat symbol painted in red. It’s a costume he has never seen before and his face is covered with a red helmet, but Jason knows that person is him. Clips of him murdering people with guns he promised he’ll never touch, snapping people’s necks, stomping them to the ground played again and again. Jason would never do that, but the feeling in his gut forced him to believe otherwise.

Again, without his permission, his body starts to move. His feet walk down the familiar hallways and sets of stairs until he finally faces Dick’s room. He knocks before he lets himself in. Dick in a tight brand-new Nightwing suit he has never seen before. Slick body-con black suit, enforced but not disrupting his beautiful form and the stark bright blue bat symbol on his chest and strips down his arms. A complete upgrade from the flashy discowing suit.

One thing that doesn’t change, is the throb in his heart whenever he sees Dick. Even when the one that’s been showing him compassion since he was adopted, is looking at him as the lowest scum of the earth.

His domino mask on hand, showing the hatred in his bright saturated blues.

“You’re a monster,” Dick spat, the coldness of his voice froze Jason on the spot.

“We should’ve let you die on the streets,” Dick approaches, and suddenly Jason feels small despite the line of his eyesight in this body is above Dick. “If I had known you’d betray me, I wouldn’t have taken you in.”

Jason screams but his mouth doesn’t move. In his forced silence in this weird world, he has no control in where he is or what he has done to deserve being abandoned again.

He tried so hard to be the soldier Batman needs, to be considerate for Alfred, and live up to Dick’s legacy as taking the Robin mantle. Did he fail again?

It wasn’t him that kill all those people. The gun was in his hand when he wakes up but Jason didn’t pull the trigger.

This must be a dream, he refuses it to be anything but.

As he thought so, he’s taken to another building with a blink of an eye. The first thing he noticed first is his bloody fist, and when the world becomes clear, he sees another body on his feet. It’s the only body laying on the floor, not one of those goons in black.

For the horrible sickening feeling of disgust at the back of his throat, his heart is oddly calm when he sees himself there. A bloody Robin that’s been beaten to death. The swollen face and busted lips bring back bad memories. He kneels down with his grown-up body, again without his consent, and takes off Robin’s domino mask. It’s not him.

His heart pounds a million beats per minute, and when he finally regains control of his body, the shock drops his body to the floor

“No,” he whispered his first word ever since entering this dream. Eyes gawking, horrified at the child in front of him.

“This isn’t a dream,” Whispered a voice he recognized. Another child appeared beside him, wearing the first Robin uniform with those scaly green boyshorts.

Little 8-year-old Dick Grayson kneels beside him with his little palms on Jason’s shoulder that looks even bigger now. How did he get so big? And how did Dick get so small? Guess, in a dream, everything is possible.

“But it isn’t Jay,” Says the first Robin, putting his gloved hands on each of Jason’s cheek, cradling his face gentler than one would a baby. Despite the bizarre things presented in front of him, he feels calm at Dick’s presence.

“Then what is this?” Jason decides to play along.

“This is your future,” Dick waves his hand behind him and in front of Jason, formed a mirror.

He looked at himself, and he looked like him from the clips on Batcomputer, but now he’s wearing a Robin costume, different from the one used by the boy that he presumed dead. His face grows large, more square and elongated than the last time he sees himself. He looks old, an adult. Like a mad man with the blood all over his face. Like his mother, with the bruises all over his face.

“His name is Tim, Tim Drake. In the near future, you’ll be replaced by him.” Dick lay his face on top of his head and his hand on the side of his face.

Both of them are looking at the mirror. The far difference of age in their look doesn’t feel real.

Then he looks away from the mirror, to where the boy named Tim still lay with lifeless eyes opened and staring at Jason.

“No, they wouldn’t do that to me, they wouldn’t abandon me, and you told me you won’t ever hate me, you told me that’s impossible,” Jason croaked to the little Robin beside him.

“Oh, sweet boy,” Dick tips his jaw with those little fingers, now that he thinks about it, it’s damning how little he was when he became a soldier. “I’m not Dick, your mind sees me as him because you trust him.”

“What do you want? Why are you showing me this dream.”

“I told you, this is your future, and I’m here to save you from it. I’ll take you to a place safe from your future.”

“A safe place? Where?”

“Somewhere far away, where you’ll always be young, where you’ll always be happy. To a land far away from this.” His voice soft and kind as he can be, so flattering as his voice have emotion too mature for his age.

“No... there’s no such place, you’re just an imagination. I’ll wake up soon, and I’ll forget you.”

“I am as real as you, and you’ll never forget me, I promise you.” It hurts how earnest Dick’s cute little face begged in agony, “Please, I’m trying to save you.”

“I don’t need saving!” Jason roared, and only now he hears himself with such a deep voice like Bruce’s. He shoves Dick away and stands up on his feet, towering above the dead Robin and Dick, “I’m Robin!”

“And Tim Drake knew that,” Dick adds eerily calm. “Find him, and you’ll know what I say is the truth,” Dick approaches with solemn eyes and a grimly pursed lips. “Call for me when you changed your mind, I’ll come to save you.”

“But, I don’t know who you are.”

Dick jumps up and loops his arms around Jason’s neck. The first affection he received in this odd dream.

Then Jason wakes up in his bed.

 ++++

 He couldn’t tell his dreams to anyone, not even to Dick who senses that Jason is holding back something. The cursed dream where little Robin appeared sticks in his head for the whole year. One day he just breaks and looks for this Tim Drake.

He doesn’t need to look up to Tim Drake, everyone in the city knew the multi-millionaire Drake family and their darling young and only son. He doesn’t even need to come to his house, because the kid appeared in between dark alleyways when Jason was patrolling.

He lands right behind Tim who jolts rigidly as his wide blue eyes twinkle.

“Robin! I-I-I-I-I was just...” he looks down to his camera and holds it tightly.

Of course Jason is angry. Why would Tim Drake go out in the night with cameras out if not for the intention to jeopardize their identity? But seeing his batman backpack, and Robin shoes says that his intention is otherwise. That and how small and so young Tim is, he couldn’t be older than 9. He wondered when –if his dream is real– that Tim replaced him.

No, no way. It’s just a dream. A stupid dream.

“You know who I am, don’t you Tim Drake?”

The child clutches his camera closer to his chest, looking down at his red, yellow and green shoes.

“I do,” He admits.

For now, Jason just smiled, “A little genius aren’t you?” He put his hands on top of Tim’s rubbing gently and messing up Tim’s hair. “Don’t go out too often alright? It’s dangerous out here. Promise me.”

“O-Okay, I’ll go out less,” Tim says with a cute furious blush.

Just to coax Tim more, Jason takes a selfie with Tim and promised to visit him in his room if Tim goes out less. The kid is cute, almost pure, it’s hard to imagine someone like Tim to be a Robin. That just adds another proof that it’s just a dream.

With a big smile and enthusiastic wave, they parted ways.

Jason goes back to Dick’s place that night. Wearing Dick’s hoodie that’s too big for him and training pants that need to be rolled 4 times to not make him stumble.

“You’re gonna tell me what’s this about?” Dick puts down a cup of chamomile tea on the coffee table in front of Jason.

“You’re not gonna believe me,” he turned himself into a ball and shrinks even deeper to the plump sofa.

Dick put his own tea on the table and scoots closer to Jason, “Oh c’mon, I’ve been in space and see the most fucked up shit, try me.”

Jason reasonably hesitated, but Dick’s twinkly eyes and cat-like smile is working too well on him. With a defeated sigh, Jason scoots closer and lands his head on Dick’s shoulder.

“I had a bad dream, it was a year ago but I keep remembering it. Now I confirmed that some pieces of the dream are true.”

“Oh... bad dreams huh,” Dick deflated, putting an arm around Jason’s curled shoulders, “yeah I got them too... Sucks that you already got it.”

“It came with the job huh?”

“Sadly it is, it’s not the safest job. You can still tap out if you want, just be a kid and go to school.”

Jason actually liked the idea, and maybe he’ll avoid the future that comes near him... no way, that was a dream. Maybe Tim’s name in his dream is just a coincidence. A thing of Deja Vu. There’s no way that nightmare is his future. He won’t become that person he looked in the mirror. That’s not him, he won’t beat Tim up, he won't kill people, he won’t betray Dick.

“No, I like kicking ass.”

Dick chuckled, “Okay, just know that the option is there. What did you dream about anyway?”

“Nothing, I think it’s just a Deja Vu thing.”

Jason stayed the night, sleeping with Dick in his cramped single bed.

It’s not the first time Jason slept over at Dick’s but he can never get used to sleeping next to him. His body gets sensitive and over-conscious of the one next to him. At 3 am, he’s still wide awake. Whenever he does, he sits up on the side of the bed and just marvels at Dick’s sleeping face.

It’s like looking at snow white sleeping in a casket of glass, beautiful and out of reach. Even though he’s touching him, there’s an invisible glass that divides them. Dick sleeps deeply and always a tornado of a sleeper, but Jason never complained, because he’ll always get tangled between Dick’s limbs. It helps that Dick is a heavy sleeper and he won’t wake up when Jason snuggles close and steal a big hug.

Dick is in a fetal position, back curling towards where Jason sits. He dared himself to comb back the soft strands of hair from Dick’s beautiful face, sighing dreamily at the sight.

Dick doesn’t hate him, they promised they’ll be there for each other, and Jason meant to carry that promise for the rest of his life. He won't let him down, and he won't let his dream become a reality.

One day, when he’s older, when he can stand up on his own two feet, when he became an adult of a sort, he’ll tell Dick all the things he wanted to say.

Jason cradled the back of Dick’s head and dared himself to kiss the corner of his eyes. He slipped in between Dick’s arms and tuck his head under Dick’s jaw, his own arms wrapped around his built torso. He’s still not sleepy from this closeness, his heart in joyfully dancing. Jason lets it frolic, and enjoy the night awake in Dick’s arms.

 ++++++

 His mother died. His real mother.

What’s left in this musty dim warehouse is him with hands tied tightly on his back and a ticking time bomb sets on top of stacked boxes across the room. He tried the door, but it’s locked from the outside. There are hundreds of ideas in his head on how he escape this situation, but he saw the time on the bomb. Three seconds left, and he just slumped to the floor with the door on his back and close his eyes. Awaiting the explosion to take him.

At least this way, the far future he was shown is wrong. He’ll never be that monster.

“Jason,” Calls a voice of the dream.

Jason cracks his eyes open and sees Dick, grown-up this time with the slick black Nightwing suit with blue streaks on his arms and legs and chest. As much as he wants this to be a reality, it’s not. The clock stops at 00:01. Not only the clock, if he squints, the dust in the air had paused too.

Dick takes off his blue domino mask, looking down from where he’s standing with inhumane crystal blue eyes.

“Come with me Jason,” Dick persuades as he descends to his knees. His striped blue fingers crawl to the knot on Jason’s wrist. With simple touches, Jason’s hands are free.

Dick put his hand on top of Jason’s, now both of them are sitting on the grimy warehouse floor. His eyes won’t let him go, and Jason can’t look away.

“You’re... you’re going to kill me aren’t you?” Jason whispered, the morbid question somehow doesn’t scare him.

“I would never, I just wanted to protect you from your future.”

Jason remembered his dream again, and he started to hate himself, “Or were you trying to protect them from who I’ll become?”

“No, never,” Dick growled, he doesn’t look angry, but his firm voice weighs tons of tension. “There’s a lot of pain in your future, I want to protect you from it.”

Jason looks at the bomb, “But... I’m going to die, there’s no way I’ll grow up.”

Dick shook his head, “Six months after you die, you will be revived, awaken a different man filled with vengeance.”

“Why... why would I want vengeance?”

Dick looks at him solemnly, and looks at the bomb, “You’ll die here,” he says grimly. “Even so, Bruce didn’t avenge you, he let the Joker run free, and then, he’ll replace you with Tim.”

And that’s when Jason wavers. He wants to believe that none of it is real. However, he’s not afraid of the doppelganger in front of him. He might not be Dick, but, Jason clung to him as if he is.

“I don’t want to die,” Jason croaks.

Dick... the fake Dick smiled, “I’m not here to kill you, I’m just taking you away.”

“Where?”

Dick stood up and extend his hand, “Come, I’ll show you.”

It’s not that there’s no sliver of mistrust, but when Jason sees him, he remembers his dream as clearly as it just happened yesterday. His bloody fist, their distasteful faces. It makes his blood runs cold, like a dread burning on his throat, choking the life out of him when he sees what the future foresees him to become.

He takes Dick’s hand, “I’m not coming with you.”

The fake Dick doesn’t express any anomaly, but he paused, “Why?”

“Whatever I’ll do wrong, I’ll say I’m sorry. Wherever you’re taking me, I don’t want to be in a world where there’s no him.”

“What if they’ll never forgive you?”

The possibility drops a ton of weight on his heart. Even so, he eyes this being in front of him, dead on the soul. Even though he’s not sure if his imagination is truly alive and sentient, he can see a person behind those eyes.

“Even you don’t know about that,” Jason answered.

With a stoic face, Dick wraps him in a hug, “As you wish my child.”

Jason closed his eyes, and the light burns behind his eyelids. He only heard the explosion for a split second, and he didn’t even feel pain when he passes.

 ++++++

 Jason returned from the grave without a soul. The pit heals him wrong, and a few pieces of memory are lost with his sanity.

It all came back when his rage is at his peak and he goes head to head with Tim, his replacement.

Among the hits they landed on each other’s faces, one breaks the cage that keeps his memory suppressed

In a blink of an eye, a memory worth years pours into his conscious. In that one second of distraction, the new Robin’s incoming bo staff heading towards his head slowly. The bo arched by the sheer speed and strength that his replacement –that little Tim he met then– is putting.

It’s coming closer slowly, and Jason can dodge that easily. He doesn’t though.

Fighting with an intent to kill made this teenager opponent do the same. The hit on his head rings loudly and the tump of the metal bo against his skull made a loud and silencing thud. The hit threw him sideways just by the pillar, and he fell to the awaiting 20-meter drop.

A drop that never came.

In the next blink, Jason is already on the ground in the arms Dick in his BPD uniform. He saw him in this uniform A few months ago when he researched him. The job suits him. Though he knows this Dick isn’t real. Through the years of research, he knows who this person is now.

“I’m not a child anymore, you couldn’t save me,” Jason groaned. His head and body limp when Tim hits the balance and motoric function out of him. His vision grows sharp, and now he can see the new Robin jumping off the pillar with a retracting gun shooting forward, trying to catch Jason in mid-air.

The entity smiles and emits white light. It blinds him for a few seconds, but when it finally cleared, a beautiful woman with pale skin and white hair covered in veil takes over Dick’s form.

“Where did you take them?” Jason asked about the children.

“A better place than their future,” the woman’s voice sounds light and compassionate, it warms him wholly, almost having a lethargic effect on Jason.

“But you don’t know one’s future... just now, it’s supposed to be Tim in this floor bleeding, but it’s me this time. I can... I can change my future.”

The shining woman express no emotions, but the way she caresses Jason’s face says the opposite.

“I’m sorry my child, I failed to protect you.” She pressed her forehead on top of Jason’s, veiling him in her veil as well.

“I don’t... need protecting... I don’t need saving.”

“I’m not here to save you, I’m here to see you off.”

“What?”

“You’ve died before you hit the ground.”

“No... how do I... It’s just a hit in the head.”

“Too strong to a place it shouldn’t have.”

Jason stares blankly to the woman’s pale blue eyes. Her lips –that are almost as white as her skin– curled slightly downwards. For that moment in her arms, Jason can’t feel angry or regretful. He planned so many things ahead, his revenge, the Joker, his father, he wanted answers from his father. Even though he couldn’t get them now, all he feels now is relieve. The future he remembered had haunted him, and now he’s going to be freed from it.

Only one face that stops him though. The nights he spent with Dick, his sleeping face as Jason quietly stares.

A tear fall to his side as he looks up to where Tim is still falling slowly.

“Shall we go now, Jason?” she softly thread her voice.

“Can I... can I have a few seconds? Please, I need to say something to Tim,” Jason’s voice level and serene.

“Yes you may, it’s the last thing I could do to atone my failure,” her glowing hands gently pressed on top of Jason’s chest.

When Jason blinks again, his head is on the floor and Tim is checking his pulse with shaking hands. As Jason takes off his mask, Tim jolts, but relieved.

“Oh... oh thank god you’re alive, I didn’t mean to... you’re supposed to dodge and I would’ve-”

“Tim listen, I don’t have much time,” Jason blinks a couple of times, and he can see clearly the destruction they’ve created. The third Robin takes off his mask too, and his blue eyes are on the brink of tears. For a moment, Jason can see the tiny baby Tim, just being a fan, now basked in blood and bruises.

“This isn’t your fault... I’m sorry.”

“Wha- that... did I hit your head too hard?” Tim chuckled, though the morbid fear still clear on his face.

“Yeah, you’re a good fighter kid, you fit Robin just fine,” Jason lightly punches Tim on the shoulder. “You always have gut since you were a kid, you’re gonna make a great Robin.”

“You... you remembered me.”

“Of course I do,” Jason sees her behind Tim and smiled. “Tell Dick that I...” the words stuck behind his throat, weighed down by his heavy heart.

Oh, he can’t meet Dick anymore. He’ll never see him again.

His mind travels back when he was still a small tween. Making excuses to sleepover at Dick’s, slipping a hug when he’s asleep. The nights he spent watching him close, too high-strung to sleep just because they’re touching each other. The days when Dick’s offline is agony, and he remembers counting days until his 17th birthday to finally able to approach him.

He promised himself that he’ll tell Dick what he felt when he grows up, it seems that the only one he disappoints is himself.

“You can tell him himself,” Tim breathed, “Stop making that face, why are you saying these things?” his relieve turns into fear.

A hand landed on top of Tim’s and when he looks up, Jason knows Tim can see her too.

“You...” Tim breathed, eyes wide and lips hang in disbelieve, “I thought you were just a myth.”

She smiled as her slender glowing fingers caress along Tim’s jaw, “There’s going to be a lot of hardship in front of you, but your soul is pure and your future is bright, you’re going to be just fine.”

Jason is clutching her hands, and he sees body on the floor, no longer breathing. His line of eyesight is shorter, and the woman seems a lot taller, just like how he used to look up to Dick when he was little.

Tim jumped into a fighting stance, wary of the glowing being and him.

The being looks down towards him and smile, a sign. As she walks, Jason feels calm when he’s pulled to where she’s heading.

“You can’t take him!” Tim shrieked but they didn’t stop. “Jason! You haven’t told me what to tell Dick yet.”

Jason stops, so does her. There’s a heavy lump in his soul, and she looks at him, smiling and nodding in comprehension.

“It’s okay Tim, I’ll tell him myself.” He looks back, passing Tim a bright smile, “Don’t forget what I told you!”

Then Jason disappears.

 +++

 Chills run down his spine as the wind blows. He shouldn’t be able to feel those wind through his secure Nightwing suit.

He looks back to where the wind that brushed against his soul. The feeling in his heart makes him look up to the dark starless sky and found nothing. In that rooftop where he stood and searched for trouble, he spun around to where this feeling comes from.

At last, a boy materialized at the corner of the roof. He couldn’t believe his eyes. For a moment he thought he was under an influence, but there’s this serenity deep in his soul that called to the boy as someone dear.

Without his domino mask, the second Robin –Jason– is smiling with that toothy smile. A pinch twinged his heart, seeing Jason so small and in his old Robin suit. Boyish and innocent, his brother. For a solid second, he thought he was dreaming. But the reality is still intact and there’s his Jason, running towards him.

Dick catches him in mid-air, hugging him tightly. The warmth pressed against him, the small pair of arms that loops around his shoulder are squeezing tears from his eyes. The feeling of this contact hits too deep inside his broken heart. Too familiar to the days when he takes Jason in, when Dick has an adoring brother, before Jason died.

“How?” Dick croaks into Jason’s tiny shoulder. Detaching his arms from Jason’s back, the boy landed on the ground below, looking up with bright blue eyes filled with admiration and love, like he always does.

Jason tiptoed up to comb his bangs to the back of his ear, just like the nights he did when he thought Dick was asleep. Jason seems speechless as if overwhelmed, and his eyes brimming with tears.

“Without you, I would’ve lived without knowing what it felt like to have a family, to feel loved. So, thank you, for taking me in, for being there for me,” a tear falls down his rosy cheek, “I just wished I had enough time to return it to you.”

Dick feels his heart just sank into the abyss, he hates what Jason is implying.

“Jason, you... still can. You’re back right? You’re alive, you’re Red Hood... I don’t know what this is, but...” his words trail out to nothing when Jason shakes his head.

Jason wraps Dick in a hug, small but strong arms wrapped around his waist, “Goodbye, Dickie.”

A whine caught behind his throat, choking him out, and the pain in his heart feels physical. He wonders why he accepts this as it is, but somehow, he just knows.

Dick wraps his arms around Jason’s shoulder. With a hand on the back of his head, Dick pulls Jason closer and bury his face on top of his nest of hair. Inhaling the familiar scent, Dick’s tears fall on the blades of black and sobs.

“I love you, Jason.”

His little brother steps back, eyes wide as his expression broke. Something in his eyes that says something to him, something that Dick couldn’t point out, something that Jason won’t say.

“I love you too, Dick” Jason cried, grasping Dick’s hand tightly before finally letting go.

Dick tried to hold on to him, but he just slips through his hand. Just before he goes fully transparent, he sees a woman in the direction Jason is running.

It was only a glimpse, but Dick knows who she is, the savior of the tortured children. A lost soul of a woman that haunts the living and ‘saving’ children from their suffering. She takes the children’s soul and left their body in a state of comatose.

And she reaps the lives of adult grown up from the children she failed to save, giving them death without pain.

If Jason chose to go with her when he was young, he wouldn’t have died so horribly.

But he did anyway.

Dick just hoped Jason knew that he’s glad Jason chose to stay longer. Long enough for Dick to have these precious memories to live with now that he’s inevitably gone from the world.

#fictober19 #fictober #jaydick #jaydick fanfic #jaydick fanfiction #I kinda miss writing jaydick #I'm not totally happy with this but here it is I guess #emocel's

[iatethepomegranate]

Homecoming Chapter 22

@iontorch @dick-rarepairs

See notes for story masterpost and AO3 links.

Pairing: DickTiger

Rating: Teen (this chapter)

Length: 3k

Summary: Dick and Tiger settle back into Wayne Manor, but between Dick's new ailment and the secret they're keeping from Bruce, they're just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Notes: I LIVE. Okay, since I don’t trust Tumblr to let this post appear in the tags if I add links, I’m going to add masterpost and AO3 links in a reblog, so check the notes.

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Chapter 22

As the days passed, Dick waited for another migraine to come along and ruin his life again. It felt like everyone was watching him with bated breath, expecting him to drop any second... Dick most of all. Tim, at least, tried to make himself useful by going over Dick's symptoms to help him figure out his warning signs for when the attack finally did come.

Tiger had clammed up since that last conversation about the shooting. That was never a good sign. The man was a classic bottler when it came to his emotions and wouldn't entertain further discussion. It would all come to a head eventually. Dick was not looking forward to it.

What made matters worse, possibly, was that Bruce was being oddly polite to Tiger. It was possible he genuinely felt bad for kicking Tiger out, but there was also a chance he was trying to lull Tiger into a false sense of security. It wasn't working. Tiger was more anxious than ever. Unless that was Bruce's plan. Dick hoped not. That was a douchey kind of plan.

Dick came to dinner one night in a not-so-great mood. Irritable for no reason. He'd already snapped at Tiger three times in the past hour, and he'd deserved exactly none of them. And his neck was kinda stiff, which made sitting in a dining chair a rather annoying experience.

Tim took one look at him, pausing in the motion of cutting his steak, and said, “You know irritability and neck stiffness are pre-migraine symptoms, right?”

“Who says I'm irritable?” Dick replied, irritably. Internally, though, his mind was a litany of shit shit shit.

“You’ll probably have, like, twelve hours from when the symptoms started,” Tim said, looking back down at his plate. “Maybe more. Hard to say. Try to get a good night's sleep if you can.”

Dick wasn't sure how he was supposed to sleep with his neck like this. Tiger was staring at him, trying to catch his eye, but Dick didn't feel like talking. Especially not after snapping at him so much.

Tiger made a show of shrugging and piling brown rice onto both their plates. Dick also received a generous load of vegetables and not as much meat as he probably would've liked. But he'd already been an asshole today, so he shut up and took it.

Dick excused himself as soon as he was finished, knowing that he was not good company tonight. Tiger, in a fit of masochism, followed him back to their room.

Then, in what could only be a lack of self-preservation, he took Dick's hands and led him to the bed. “Sit. Let me help.”

“Look, I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to be around me. I don't want to be around me.” The words came out way sharper than he'd intended. Naturally.

“Hush.” Tiger knelt on the bed behind him and dug his thumbs into the hardened muscles on the back of Dick's neck. “I forgive you.”

“Ugh.”

Tiger kissed the top of his head. “I am trying to spoil you.”

“I don't deserve it.”

“I do not care.”

Dick shut up and let him rub his neck. It helped a bit. A warm shower later, he felt almost like himself.

Sleep was elusive. Dick kept shifting position, unable to get comfortable. Tiger had ended up on the edge of the bed, well away from his fidgeting. Dick was kind of offended but couldn't really be mad because Tiger had done that in his sleep.

He was still kinda mad.

Dick fell into a fragile kind of sleep eventually, flitting in and out when Tiger got up to pray. He woke in the daylight, eyes grainy and brain fogged. Right. Fatigue. Another fun symptom. Apparently even sleeping made him tired now.

Tiger was eating a bowl of oatmeal on the bed, legs crossed with a huge photo album in front of him. “Good morning.”

“Mmph.” Dick rubbed his eyes, which helped a tiny bit. “Is it morning?”

“Barely.”

Dick used Tiger's arm to haul himself into a sitting position, slumping against his shoulder. “Whatcha looking at?”

“Jason stole a photo album Alfred kept of your first few years as Robin.”

Dick rubbed his eyes again, until he could see the photos. Oh. Oh God. The green underpants. It was actually a leotard at least fifty percent of the time, but no one believed him.

Look, it wasn't that Dick was ashamed of his childhood fashion choices. It was just... well... everyone was ashamed for him.

“Bastard,” he muttered. “I'm gonna show you his album.” He dug his chin into Tiger's shoulder. “Nice breakfast. Where's mine?”

Tiger leaned over and grabbed another bowl from the nightstand. “I was about to wake you. Here.”

There were spiced pears in the oatmeal, which lifted his mood a little bit. But he still felt kinda fuzzy and doubted that would improve.

There was one photo in the album that Tiger paused over. It was a selfie, in a way. Dick-as-Robin making a face in a funhouse mirror. Alfred had seen the mask camera footage and liked it.

“Where is the camera?” Tiger asked.

“In the mask. It was a prototype at the time. The lenses broke constantly so we had to carry spare masks and cowls in our belts.”

“Wait.” Tiger's eyes went wide and his face turned the most worrying shade of grey. “You have cameras in your masks? Does Jason have...”

“Jason has a few,” Dick said. “He only wears the cam-masks when he's working with us.”

“So there is a video of Alia...”

The shooting. Fuck.

“Jason would've thought of that,” Dick said, trying to sound sure, even if he was kinda panicking. “Right?”

Tiger sighed and shoved more oatmeal into his mouth. Good idea. Dick did the same. Soothing his panic with breakfast. They kept flipping through the album with a detachment born out of preoccupation.

As soon as Dick had scraped the last bite out of his bowl, Tiger snatched it off him. “I'll take these to the kitchen. And find Jason.”

“Yeah. Do that.” Dick wanted to trust Jason had remembered. If not... Bruce would have seen the footage by now.

God damn it.

Dick took a piss while he waited and then spent a few minutes flipping through the album, tracking Robin's fashion evolution over the years. And the Discowing outfit. He still thought the high collar was pretty cool, no matter what anyone else said. He just couldn't turn his head as much as he would've liked. Still, some of Bruce's old costumes had the same problem.

There was just something in him that made him desperate to defend even the most questionable of fashion decisions. It didn't matter if he had been questioning them himself. The instant someone else teased him, he had to take it all the way.

Voices erupted in the hallway.

“Maybe I just don't like the way you're trying to corner him.” Jason.

“That is not what I—”

“You're not fooling anyone, Bruce. You've had it out for him from the moment he entered the city.”

“This is not a productive conversation.” Tiger.

“Right?” Jason said. “You prepared to say whatever you wanted to say in front of Dick? You think he's gonna be happy?”

“You're being dramatic,” Bruce said.

“Am I, though? Am I?”

“But if you wish to be involved in this discussion, I have plenty of questions for you, too.”

“I've answered your questions already. Not my fault you didn't like the answers.”

“I am missing some context in this conversation,” Tiger said.

“So am I!” Dick yelled impulsively.

There were a few horrible seconds where no one breathed a word. Then Tiger, Jason and Bruce entered the room. Tiger and Jason at least had the grace to look sheepish.

“Is someone going to explain what the hell is going on?” Dick said. “Quickly, if you don't mind. Not sure how much time I have before my head explodes again.”

“Jason's mask camera footage is missing,” Bruce said. Well. That answered that question.

“I told you already,” Jason complained. “The equipment's been on the fritz for weeks.”

“You should've had it fixed.”

Jason shrugged. “You don't trust me with your stuff and Tim was mad at me again. What was I supposed to do? Steal your shit? I only do that when I'm really mad at you.”

Dick had a distinct feeling Jason was lying his ass off. He also had a feeling Bruce saw right through him.

Tiger leaned against the closet door, arms crossed, watching the exchange with a muscle twitching in his jaw. Dick would trust him on a battlefield, but he wasn't so sure how well he was gonna hold up in a war of words over something he already felt terrible about. Jason wasn't gonna budge. Dick certainly wouldn't. But Tiger...

“I find it convenient that your equipment failed on that night in particular,” Bruce was saying.

“Sorry. I forgot to pencil it in.”

“Do you let your grapnel gun wear down like that?”

“No, because I would die. Again.”

Bruce's face twitched; he hated it when Jason brought up the dying thing. “Jason. That's not—”

“Oh, am I playing dirty again? Sorry. Force of habit.” He was blatantly not sorry. “Sometimes you gotta prioritise the important stuff. You never look at my mask cam anyway.”

“Because I never know when you're wearing it.”

“Then why did you bother looking this time?” Jason was smiling now, but it wasn't a pleasant one. “Seems to me you were looking for something specific.”

“I deserve to know what happened when someone dies on my watch.”

“I told you what happened. Is my word not good enough?”

“No. It's not.”

“Bruce,” Dick said, before this could spiral further, “I was there, too, you know.”

“You didn't see what happened.”

It wasn't worth arguing. Bruce knew what he was talking about. Good old blood spatter analysis, ruining everything.

“I saw Jason holding Tiger's gun.” Dick wasn't about to let this go without a fight, though.

“That proves nothing. And evidence has conveniently disappeared. Where did Tiger's clothes end up?”

Tiger still looked kinda grey from earlier. It was probably best he wasn't talking much, because Dick honestly didn't know if he could keep the lie going.

Jason, bless him, kept fighting. “Well, fuck me for getting him out of that blood-soaked shit. Not like I was thinking about how you were gonna be a giant asshole over this. My bad.”

“You haven't told me where his clothes are.”

“Gone. They were wrecked. Maybe if you'd asked in a timely manner, you could've examined them.” Jason actually sounded convincing. Dick tried not to get his hopes up. Bruce wasn't called the World's Greatest Detective for nothing.

“This is all rather convenient,” Bruce said. “Your spare gun jammed, recording equipment failed and vital material evidence happened to disappear, all on the same night.”

Could they have done this better? Given the circumstances, could they have found a way to keep Tiger out of this without tripping Bruce's coincidence meter? Dick wasn't sure there was. If only Jason hadn't been wearing his mask cam that night.

Still, Bruce didn't have concrete evidence. He just had a pile of coincidences that could mean someone was hiding something. Certainly not enough for a legal conviction or possibly even a trial in the first place, but that was not what they had here.

Bruce didn't need incontrovertible proof to believe Tiger had helped kill Alia. All he needed was enough doubt in Jason's version of events.

“Enough,” Tiger said.

Bruce rounded on him, staring silently. He didn't need to speak. Dick and Jason shared a grimace behind Bruce's back.

“There were three shooters,” Tiger continued, crossing his arms tighter across his body. Dick could see the slightest hint of a tremor. “Jason, Helena... and me.”

Okay, so they were doing this now. Things were still salvageable. Maybe.

“He saved my life,” Dick added. “The three of them only had a split second to do something.”

“Murder is never the solution.”

“Then tell us, O Wise One,” Jason snapped, “what would you have done with fuck-all time to save your favourite son?”

“I'm not his favourite,” Dick muttered. They ignored him.

“I would not have resorted to murder.”

“That's not what I asked,” Jason growled. “Dick is on the floor, literally cornered, back against a wall. Daedalus's gun practically touching him. He won't miss. You have a second to do something and you don't have a good enough angle to hit his gun. If Daedalus takes over Dick's mind, he dies. If the gun goes off, he dies. If you spook the bastard, the gun will go off anyway and Dick dies. So tell me, with all your boundless wisdom, what could we have done in that second to save Dick's life without killing Daedalus? The woman he possessed isn't even a factor. She was a goner already.”

Tiger flinched. Dick wanted to go over and squeeze his hand, but that would just draw Bruce's attention while Jason tried to divert it.

“Remote-controlled batarang,” Bruce replied.

“Yeah, we didn't have one of those. Even if we did, setting it up would take time we didn't have and he probably would've heard it coming.”

“The fact remains,” Bruce said, turning back to Tiger. “You hid this from me.”

“He wasn't even there when I told you what happened,” Jason said. “You gonna get mad? Get mad at the right person.”

“People,” Dick corrected. “I helped Jason mess with the evidence.”

“You were a backseat driver, more like.”

“Stop it,” Tiger muttered.

Dick's fingers were tingling a little, which was not a good sign. He concentrated extra hard on speaking, because he was not about to let this fucking migraine muddle his words while he still had a choice.

“Tiger,” he said, “you didn't want us to lie for you.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “And yet he allowed it.”

Dick put his left hand on the bed, leaning into it to keep his balance. Even sitting was starting to get a little fraught. Fuck's sake.

“Bruce,” he said, “stop it. You've directed exactly none of this pissiness at me even though I was actively involved in the lie.” He had to take a second to get his mouth around his next sentence, holding up his right arm, which obeyed him enough, so they wouldn't talk over him. “That's why we lied. Jason and I knew you would be harder on him than anyone else.”

“Same shit, different day,” Jason said. “He was like this when he kicked Tiger out and he hasn't learned a damn thing.” Jason's voice was a touch louder than Dick's head liked right now.

“Bruce has a point,” Tiger said quietly.

“He's selectively applying that point,” Jason replied. “How about it, boss? If you're gonna be shitty to Tiger, then you should be just as shitty to me.”

“You are not dating my son,” Bruce said.

“I'm a grown-ass man, Bruce,” Dick said.

“And I happen to be your son,” Jason added. “Legally, anyway.”

“You're an adult in control of your own actions,” Bruce said. “You have made it clear that I cannot control you.”

“Uh, hello?” Dick waved his fingers, which didn't really want to cooperate. “I'm the eldest, and you're acting like I'm a teenager with a bad influence for a boyfriend.”

“Difference is,” Jason said, “he actually cares about you.”

Bruce looked like he'd been slapped. “That's not—”

Jason grinned, but it looked more like a grimace. “Am I wrong?”

Bruce was not often a man lost for words. He sometimes preferred to let his actions speak for him, but it was rare that he truly had no idea what to say or do. Witnessing it now was unsettling.

Any other time, Dick might've let Bruce work through it on his own. Things with Jason were complicated, and sometimes interfering made matters worse.

But he was really having trouble sitting up and there was a distinct numbness on the right side of his face, and down his arm. And there was a pounding building up in his head.

In the silence, Dick caught Tiger's eye. The man's features hardened, and he put himself between Bruce and Jason. Probably not the safest idea, but Dick couldn't think of another way. Damn brain fog.

“Enough,” he said. “This is not a productive conversation.”

“You do not get to tell me when I am finished,��� Bruce replied.

Jason glanced in Dick's direction. “Yeah? Well, I'm done.” He made a good show of storming out in a fit of temper, rather than giving his brother some space to lie down and die for a while.

“Jason...” Then Bruce followed him.

Well, that was one way to clear a room.

Tiger fetched Dick a glass of water. Apparently a pack of straws lived in Dick's nightstand now. He wasn't sure when exactly they appeared, but they made drinking a little easier with only half a face.

“Anything else you need?” Tiger asked softly.

Dick got him to help him into the bathroom. He wasn't sure how much he'd be moving in a few minutes. He also may have thrown up in the sink a little bit while he was in there.

Then Tiger helped him lie down. “There is a pager here,” he said, lifting the little thing from the nightstand. “Do you want me with you? If not, the pager will put you in touch with Alfred if you need anything.”

Dick waved him away with his good hand. He didn't want to put Tiger through this if he didn't have to. Besides, when he was at his worst last time, he couldn't even stand the sound of Alfred breathing.

Tiger helped him put a sleeping mask on and placed a bucket on the floor. Then he kissed Dick's hand, leaving him to his misery.

#Dick Rare Pair Challenge #dicktiger #dick grayson #tiger king of kandahar #fanfiction #my fics #homecoming dicktiger fic

[fightwing]

🌟 cause we didn’t spend the last hour shooting off a bunch of ideas

me, after spending hours shouting at u abt this duo: AND ANOTHER THING @webheadedhero

1. okay so we’ve already talked about this one but i love it sm. peter & dick have been working together for about 2 years by now both super young vigilante babies except one day batman walks in with robin but its not the one peter knows. it goes on for about a week wherein no one addresses the fact that that isn’t peters old friend and he’s getting so frustrated that no one is answering him directly until later that night there’s a knock at his window and its some fucker in sweats and a domino mask and its dick on the verge of a breakdown who tells peter all the dirty details of how he was fired/quit and how he doesnt know what hes gonna do now, maybe live with the titans but that means not seeing peter and just YEA 

2. GOING OFF A NEW52 PLOT peter never finds out nightwings identity (and vice versa unless pete tells batman) so he finds out when the world does. peter watches from a tv when nightwings mask is ripped off and then later when dicks heart stops. he thinks hes dead but he notices batman acting all weird so he goes digging and he ends up finding dick alive & then they work together in spyral and also peter never lets dick live down discowing now that he knows hes meant to be some elusive and cool bachelor dick grayson

3. AU where Haly’s circus was in New York the night dicks parents were murdered so he ends up in a group home in the city. there he meets peter parker, who also just lost his parents. they grow up normal enough & besties in the home cause they have no one else until one day peter gets the spider bite. one of the kids in their home (jason bc im gonna make this complex or die) got jumped the other day and dick has basic martial arts training & acrobatics so HE starts vigilanting and one day the ‘famous’ nightwing & spiderman meet and as soon as they hear each others voice theyre like ‘….bro???’ *cue villain attack*

4. nightwing & spiderman having to run from the law when SHRA takes effect, essentially being runaways together and living in dingy places all around the world (ignoring peters actual side in CW 1 & 2 altho CW 2 could b a cool plot too) 

5. COLLEGE AU okay we could do this several different ways but ima go ahead and say: peter & dick have been heroes for years but when they finally turn 18 they both kind of realize they want normalcy. so they apply & get in to the same colleges, get an apartment together, and slowly keep edging back into the superhero life until its just like *peter sneaks in through the window at 3am to see dick sneaking out of the window in costume* bro. 

#me @ myself: this is excessive #* plotting #webheadedhero

[danny-chase]

Every now and then comics do something right...

Thank you @dykewing and @hood-ex SO MUCH for letting me know this exists I'm so happy right now!

(Panel is from Action Comics #618 if anyone else is interested)

#ahhhhhhhhhh i love it so much! #getting comic book recommendations is the best thing ever #lian harper content is blessed #dc please make more #lmao i see why people ship dick x roy now #and he's in discowing attire: DOUBLE BLESSED #discowing will never die #in my heart at least #niether will lian #dick grayson #batfam #batman #dc comics #batfamily #happy place #you know i was having a stressful day but now i can just look at this and smile

[audreycritter]

Hello, if you're still doing them flash fics, your last flash fic with Damian and the scientific study made me think of Dick, Alfred the Cat and Algernon?

I loved this prompt. And here you go!GenDick Grayson, Tim Drake, Algernon the Rat, Alfred the CatRATBAITINGDick Grayson is a desperate man.He's a desperate man in his own apartment with doors and windows all shut and his brother’s rat cage in the corner of the living room. The problem is that the rat cage is empty.But Dick Grayson is also a man quick on his feet, used to formulating plans in mere seconds when the stakes are life or death. He's not taken two steps toward his phone before he knows what he will do.“Tim, I need your help,” he says when the younger man answers. “Meet me at the Manor. No, it has to be right now. I'll make it up to you.”Dick slips out of the apartment quickly, only opening the door enough for him to fit through. He drives to the Manor trying not to think about what Jason will say or do if anything happens to Algernon. An hour later, he's driving back to his apartment with Tim in the passenger seat holding an animal carrier with Alfred inside. Dick is grateful that if Jason is out of town, at least Damian is there with him. “No one can ever know about this,” he says to Tim as he drives and the teen scowls at the animal carrier. Inside, Alfred the Cat hisses.“What I don't understand,” Tim says in reply, “is why Dev asked you. I mean, I get Jason asking Dev, but Dev could have asked me and he didn't say anything.”“Maybe because you hate Algie,” Dick says lightly. “Maybe because there's a video of you ranting about it for ten minutes. And Dev likes the rat.”“That was the drugs talking,” Tim mutters stiffly. “And I don't like him but I would have taken care of him. You’ve had him for two days and already lost him.”Dick grumbles a little at that but shrugs and parks the car. Alfred the cat switches tactics and leaves off hissing to meow piteously. “He thinks we're at the vet,” Tim ventures as a guess. “He scratched Alfred last month when they went. I haven't seen him that mad in years.”“Alfred or Alfred?” Dick asks. Tim gives him an exasperated look. “Cat or Man?” Dick amends.“Who do you think?” Tim says as an answer and he climbs out of the car.They go up the stairs together to Dick’s apartment and shimmy through the narrow opening, one after another, and then Tim stands in the hall still holding the carrier.“So, want me to just, like, walk around and wait for the noise to get louder? Like a metal detector, I guess, but with a cat?” Tim asks and Dick shakes his head and takes the carrier. He sets it on the floor and puts a hand on the latch.“I'm gonna let him out and when he stops freaking out, we just follow him.”“For the record,” Tim says, his face twisted into a frown, “I think that is a terrible idea.”“Noted. But we're both fast and Alfred is lazy.”“Man or cat?” Tim asks dryly, unamused and now nervously tapping his foot. “Listen, if this ends with a dead rat, I wasn't even here.”“Deal,” Dick agrees. “But Algie won't die. It's gonna work. Just watch and get ready to move.”The cat carrier swings open and Alfred shoots out like a bullet and makes a blurred beeline for Dick’s bedroom. Both boys follow, Tim stumbling over the cat carrier, only to find Alfred hiding and hissing far back beneath Dick’s bed. “Good job, Dick,” Tim says, patting Dick on the back. Dick is already pulling boxes and bags from beneath the bed, quickly clearing the space. Alfred retreats deeper and hisses again.“Well,” Dick says, ducking his head against the floor to peer into the darkness. “I'm pretty sure if Algie’s under there, he’s gonna come out pretty soon.”Tim sighs and sits down cross legged by Dick.“I guess we just wait.”Two hours later, the cat has not moved. Tim closes the Netflix app on his phone after four episodes of a comedy show and he grins at Dick. They're both numb from just sitting on carpet for so long.“Well, it was worth it to hang out with you at least. But I'm starving.”“I guess if we still pay attention,” Dick says slowly, eyeing the bed. “This isn't working as well as I'd hoped.”They go to the kitchen and ten minutes later, Alfred saunters out and hops onto the back of the couch and lays there, tail twitching.“Dick,” Tim says, frozen in the kitchen doorway. Dick is at his side in an instant. The couch and the cat are between them and the spot of carpet where Algernon is calmly sitting, cleaning his own ears with tiny paws. Alfred yawns and looks at the rat, then back at Dick and Tim, and then falls asleep.Tim and Dick both exhale, slowly, and Dick creeps around the couch and when he's only a foot away Algernon starts moving. Dick reaches for him once but Algernon steps across the carpet in a quick, little trot and climbs into his cage.Dick leaps and shuts the door and then stands and cheers, both arms in the air. “Rat alive and contained!”Tim is laughing again, so hard he's got tears in his eyes and the bowl of chips in his hand is tipping precariously. “You lazy bastard,” Dick accuses the cat, who twitches his nose but doesn't wake.“It figures Damian would have literally the worst cat in the world,” Tim says, munching a chip. “I sort of actually hate that we're never going to be able to hold this over his head.”“You can't tell anyone,” Dick says, repeating his warning from earlier, aghast. “Tim. You have to promise. I'm a dead man if you breathe a word. Dev and Jason?”“Discowing,” Tim says, holding a chip up to examine it. “That's the price for my silence. One week.”“Tim,” Dick pleads. “Tim.”“Okay, three days. And you have to patrol, you can't skip it.”Dick sighs and puts both hands over his face.“Fine. Fine, three days. But if I find out you've told anyone, I'm making you wear it for twice as long.”“I thought you said you weren't ashamed of it,” Tim says with a lopsided smirk. “A time and place for everything, Timbo. I'm not ashamed of when it was right, but now is not that time.”“I'll get Alfred,” Tim says, sounding gleeful. “Let's get him back before someone realizes he's missing.”Dick double-checks the latch on the rat cage and then steals a chip from Tim’s bowl. “Next time, the rat can stay with you.”“Hell, no,” Tim exclaims. “No. I hate that thing. I just wanted to be asked, that's all. No, you keep him.”Dick should not be satisfied by how much Tim, for all his complaints, cuddles the limp, purring cat before putting him in the cat carrier, but he is a little bit. He eats chips while he watches and then Tim slams the metal door shut and examines his hands. Dick takes a moment to bend over the rat cage and talk to Algernon, who regards him seriously while nibbling on food.“Okay, let's go.”“What'd I tell you?” Dick asked, picking the carrier up. “My plan worked after all.”

[danny-chase]

Made these little guys during quarantine but didn't have a tumblr to post it on so, well, it's been months but here they be XD. Please don't mind my cluttered desk whoops.

I can't find my original reference because it's been too long, but here's one that's pretty much the same thing with a different background

#look i had to do discowing too #and i did the finger stripes before i started doing everyone #pssshhh nah i don't have a favorite #I'm a filthy liar #i love ntt there a hot mess and it's great #dick grayson #rachel roth #beast boy #garfield logan #raven #oh crap there's so many of them #nightwing #discowing #discowing will never die #robin #cyborg #victor stone #starfire #koryand'r #donna troy #wondergirl #roy harper #speedy #wally west #kid flash #garth #aqualad #too many tags #the little stupid looking horse is a unicorn tape dispenser and it's horn broke off #it came with rainbow tape I've been saving for a special occasion