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ynnu-64 · 2 days
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Jolly guy
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ryemiffie · 3 days
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More quotes from my day as batfam incorrect quotes to amuse you lot:
Tim: So frankly I think you need to do some major self-evaluating.
Jason: Hm. Do you wanna see something cool?
Tim, just looking so done: Sure.
Jason:
Tim:
Jason:
Tim: Was it you not giving a fuck?
Jason: It was me not giving a fuck, yeah.
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pacificwaternymph · 2 days
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Okay, new game
To clarify: I'm not asking which Robin is your favorite, I'm asking who, out of all the Robins, has the best outfit. This is specifically about their ROBIN costumes, and not whatever mantles they may or may not have carried before or after being Robin.
Reference photos under the cut
Dick:
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Jason:
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Tim (Current Version):
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Stephanie:
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Damian (Classic Robin):
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Damian (Black + Gray + Red):
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Duke:
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Carrie:
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https://kathryn-058.etuoq.top/d/AeXNzVZ
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hollandorks · 1 day
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haven
battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader
interlude three
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Summary: After the sudden deaths of her mother and grandmother, y/n is forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke her heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, she vows to get to the bottom of her former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what she’s expecting.
a/n: I'm alive!!! I don't want to talk about how long it's been since the last chapter because it's a little bit embarrassing. Anyways, I'm back! Hopefully! So here's a brief little Bruce POV to hold you over until the next real chapter, which should hopefully only be a week or two maybe? (Also, I apologize in advance....)
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word count: 1.2k
Despite everyone who was trying hard to keep her alive, y/n felt utterly alone. 
Bruce's POV
“Bruce, my dear boy, I don’t tell you often enough, but you are…so stubbornly stupid it makes me feel twice my age.” 
Bruce startled and whirled around to face Alfred. The older man was leaning casually along the work station where Bruce’s video equipment was, his cane next to him, legs crossed at the ankles. 
Bruce opened his mouth and then closed it again. 
It was noon now, and he still hadn’t been to bed. He’d been out late staking out Maverick’s again, hoping to catch a lead on Frank Gallo or anyone that could lead him to the man, when Alfred’s call had come. Security breach. Elevator. The panic had almost killed him. Alfred’s next call came in when Bruce was almost home, telling him that everyone was safe. So he had changed direction and left to clean himself up to make an appearance as Bruce instead. 
And still the fear lingered. Someone had been in his home, feet away from y/n, and he had yet to find any proof of how they had done it. 
He wouldn’t–couldn’t–sleep until he was certain she was safe. 
“What did I do this time?” Bruce finally asked. He turned back to the security footage he was pouring over. It terrified him that they could have been so close to y/n. That he could have been too late. That he could have–
He shut the thought down as quickly as it came. No use dwelling on it now. 
“What haven’t you done? You imploded the most important relationship you have–repeatedly, if we’re being honest. You keep secrets from her but toe the line so recklessly it’s going to blow up in your face. You let your emotions get the best of you. And that’s just lately. Shall I go on?” Alfred recrossed his ankles in the other direction. 
Bruce grit his teeth but said nothing. He restarted the security footage from the beginning and paused it frame by frame. A loud clack echoed around the abandoned station each time he smashed the button to go to the next frame. 
“Let’s change tactics then. How long are you going to let her live in fear before you tell her that the Batman is watching over her from inside her home?” 
Bruce’s jaw ached with the force of his clenched teeth. Still, he said nothing. First y/n had yelled at him, now Alfred. He knew his behavior was…abysmal to say the least. But he had more important things to focus on than everyone’s emotions, his own included. 
He had to find Frank Gallo, and take down the rest of the family, once and for all. When that was done, when y/n was safe, he would think about all the ways he had ruined his relationship with her. 
“Are you listening to me, Bruce?” 
“I am trying,” Bruce said with a smack of his fist against the table, “to figure out who the fuck broke into my home and threatened y/n!” His voice echoed loudly around him, setting the bats to fluttering and chittering above them. He restarted the footage once again. 
Alfred made a noise in his throat. “She hasn’t slept at all.” 
Something oily slid down Bruce’s spine. “Neither have I.” It was a deflection and they both knew it. It killed Bruce to know y/n was so scared. But there wasn’t anything he could do about it–other than find those responsible and make them pay. She wouldn’t want his comfort, wouldn’t want him to hover, so he was doing the next best thing and trying to end it. 
Alfred sighed. “All I’m saying is–” 
“I know what you’re saying.” 
“Then why do I have to keep saying it?” 
Bruce went back to ignoring the older man. Let Alfred think what he wanted. Bruce had work to do. Nothing would get better until Frank Gallo and the rest of his family and cronies were gone for good. 
What gives you the right to act like this? she’d asked, all of her anger turned towards Bruce like a roaring inferno. What gave him the right? He had admitted it to her right before that–I give too much of a shit. 
She didn’t know he was still in love with her. That he always had been. 
He’d hurt her so badly she couldn’t see what was right in front of her face–who he was, how he felt, what it was doing to him. If she would just open her eyes, she would know. 
Instead, she had yelled at him. 
He deserved it. He knew he deserved it. But walking in and seeing her hold Officer Martinez’s hand…it made him crazy. He had acted like the worst type of bastard without even thinking. It was pure instinct, the urge to protect her even from a guy like Martinez rising so strongly within him that it was almost as if he had blacked out. Like someone else had taken over his body. 
She rarely ever got mad at him. It had only happened a few times throughout their many years together. It was a sight to behold, her rage, and he had been equal measures impressed and angry both. 
“I don’t have time for this,” Bruce said after long stretch of silence. His voice was raw with exhaustion and emotion. “Either help me figure this out or go back upstairs.” 
He felt rather than saw Alfred bristle. He waited to get berated yet again, but Alfred merely pulled up the footage on another screen and got to work. 
They spent a few minutes in silence, Bruce’s eyes burning from lack of sleep, his thoughts churning. She hasn’t slept. He ached to go upstairs, to tell y/n that she was safe with him, that he would never let anything happen to her. 
But it already had, and all of it had been his fault. 
He knew without a doubt, just as he had known three years ago, that she was safest far away from him. And look what had happened already–the more she’d become entangled with him, with the Batman, the worse things got. She had spent three years in Bludhaven, far away from him, perfectly safe. And the minute she had come home to Gotham, come home to him…it had all gone to shit. Really it had gone to shit before that–when her grandmother had left the tower for the last time. 
Bruce liked to think that was his fault, too, not that he’d ever it admit it out loud. 
“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty,” Alfred said into the silence. His voice was gentle, almost placating. 
“Mm.” It wasn’t working, then, Bruce thought. He already felt guilty enough. 
“I hate seeing you like this. Both of you.” Alfred sighed again. “I just think that talking about it–all of it–would help you both. It might ease the strain of…everything else going on.”
Bruce couldn’t see how it could help, only how it would make things worse. But he didn’t say that to Alfred, merely nodded and kept working. 
Two nights later, all Bruce could think about was that Alfred had been right. 
He should have told y/n the truth while he had the chance.
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danonators · 2 days
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daemonmage · 21 hours
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Hot Take, I think the Bruce fires Dick retcon makes no sense and takes away from both characters.
Like why would Bruce be “oh I don’t want to lose my kid so I’ll fire him” and then adopt another kid and let them be Robin. That makes no sense at all?!
And it completely screws up Dick’s whole thing. Like Dick is supposed to represent freedom and independence. Him being fired takes away his agency in that moment and completely undermines his character motivations.
Also the departure does not have to be good. It can be a mess and Bruce and Dick can fight about it. I just want it to be Dick’s choice, because I feel like that fits better narratively.
So yeah the only thing I liked from Nightwing Year One was how he got the name Nightwing. Also in my Earth au thing Dick does still leave on his terms. I might write about my Earth someday I have like a full timeline.
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hearts4geo · 2 days
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Au where Batman is actually a girl, but still goes as Batman just to make it harder to find out her identity
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mr-aimalost · 2 days
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AGNOSTOPHOBIA [the fear of the unknown]
Uhm, wat'cha thinking 'bout such artstyle? I'm practicing for my comic bc i wanna it be as freaky as possible.
I think, Two-face is a perfect variant to show agnostophobia since him flipping the coin is looks like a try to belive what he is controling the situation and nothing unpredictable will happend. Или я обычный СПГС-ник.
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dreamy-lion · 1 day
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Riddle me this Ozzy . . .
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ryemiffie · 2 days
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More quotes from my day as batfam incorrect quotes:
Robin(Damian): I'm actually one of Batman's favourites.
Superboy(Jon): Batman has favourites?!
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Literally Batman at some point: No Tim you can not have more batgadgets. Oh? Jason is trying to end the world? Well at least he's found something that makes him happy.
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pacificwaternymph · 23 hours
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Anyone got fic recs where all the batkids are actual KIDS? Like... all at once?
Preferably ones with ALL the batkids, including Cass, Duke, Steph, and Barbara?
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bibibusinessman · 1 day
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trixter-god · 3 days
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Self indulgent Arkham story where we get to find out what exactly happened to Crane.
Like we saw him get nabbed by Croc and then assumed he died until in AC when you find out that Crane somehow survived the being a chew toy. Then in AK we find out this man decided instead of fixing his mauled face to some “normal” he reconfigures his face himself to look like his mask.
TO LOOK LIKE HIS MASK.
Along with the facts he now hobbles/walks slower, he wears a leg brace, the sickly green/white/yellow coloring to his skin.
I want this man’s hospital report, x-rays included, I want before and after full body pics. along with both his and Waylon’s statements and any (if any) eyewitness accounts of watching john probably clawing himself out of the sewers like a zombie. 
Johnathan Lauren Crane (not his real middle name) how you intrigue me so
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