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clarisse-doodles · 1 month
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inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is
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nicollekidman · 10 months
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the didn’t win the match. we didn’t see nate rejoin richmond two episodes after they got violent over the sight of him. we didn’t see rebecca help bex divorce rupert. sassy was there to say fuck you rupert and nothing else. zava sent an avacado which was apparently the entire point of his arc. no sam resolution with ola’s or his gf or sam richardson. jamie and roy last minute misogyny-off. rebecca crying pouring her heart out twice while ted emptily stares. rupert is a sex pest and a violent man (result is booing). we don’t see a conversation with henry or michelle about going back, they don’t pick him up from the airport. beard goes back to jane who has shredded his passport. ted has little to no reaction to trent’s book. shandy and jack? who? rebecca is ready to leave with ted. rebecca stumbles into unnamed brand new shadow Guy Character, who has a daughter played by the same actress who played young rebecca. beard and jane wedding. beard and jane wedding no ted. empty unsettling smile to camera while coaching his son who is apparently the only remaining connection ted has to uh the world. anyways. embarrassing!
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puddingcatbeans · 3 months
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tim drops a glass and spirals.
Tim is just trying to drink some water. Hydrate or die-drate, as Steph has taken to reminding him. But he must have moved too fast, or his lack of sleep must have caught up to him, because the next thing he knew, the glass had slipped out of his hands and smashed into pieces on the kitchen tiles.
Tim hears the sound as if there was an audio delay. A ringing had started in his ears, but nothing is louder than the sudden pounding of his heartbeat. He keeps hearing the echo of the glass smashing, and something in him is screaming useless apologies. It takes him a moment to realize he's having trouble breathing.
Oh, he thinks. I'm having a panic attack.
Out the corner of his eye, he sees Kon rush into the kitchen. He was choosing a movie, Tim recalls absently. He always takes too long flipping through the categories, only to make Tim choose in the end.
"Rob? Hey," Kon is saying. He has his hands outstretched, but he stops an arm's length away.
Tim's fingers are clenched tight around the edge of the counter. He unlatches one, reaching out. When Kon steps forwards again, Tim clutches at Kon's shirt, right over his heart. He tries to copy Kon's breathing. Kon, the lovely specimen that he is, takes exaggerated breaths and counts aloud for him. They're doing one of the grounding exercises from training -- because PTSD is practically a requirement for capes by this point.
It's not working.
Tim gasps, head low and tears in his eyes. "B," he says. "I can't--"
"Okay, okay," Kon says. "Hold on."
When he makes to step away, Tim grasps his shirt tighter. He knows it's not rational, Kon's probably just trying to get his phone, but he can't make himself let go. He squeezes his eyes shut, struggling to get his breathing under control.
Distantly, he hears Kon's voice. "Mr. Wayne," Kon says, in the voice he uses when he's nervous but trying to hide it. "Sorry to bother you, but uh. How fast can you make it to Tim's apartment? Or I can fly him to you, if it's faster."
Tim stares at the glass pieces by his foot. They're kind of pretty. Like ruined things are, something you can never take back, only sit alone in a too-big mansion wondering where you went wrong.
"He's here, he's fine--um, physically fine. He's having a panic attack, I think, and uh--I think he'd like to see you--Oh, fifteen minutes, okay..."
He doesn't know how long he stands there, Kon's TTK holding him up. Then Bruce is there, and Kon is easing his fingers off his shirt.
Bruce is dressed in an immaculate suit, the kind he wears for the office. His face, though, was all Batman. Tim can't stop the flinch when he meets those stern eyes. They soften immediately.
"Tim," Bruce says, and Tim sucks in a breath. Bruce doesn't have a nickname for him, but like chum for Dick, or Jaylad, or how he calls Damian son. But Bruce will call his name like this sometimes, quiet, warm. Something that Tim holds carefully in the corner of his mind.
"B," Tim manages. He rips his hand off the counter. It hurts his nails. His legs are shaking.
"I'm right here," Bruce says, and it's not fair how easily he projects calm and commands all of Tim's attention. He holds out a hand, keeping eye contact. "I'm not going anywhere. Conner's in the other room. You're safe."
"I know," Tim says. He gulps in more air. Forces himself to hold it, breathe out. Without meaning to, his hand finds Bruce's. He holds it in a deathgrip. Bruce doesn't complain. "I just. I dropped the glass."
Bruce nods. He barely casts a glance over to the wreckage. "It's okay. We can clean it up later. No one is hurt."
"I didn't mean to," whispers Tim.
"I know."
"I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry for."
"Okay."
Bruce squeezes Tim's hand. "Would you like Conner to sit with you while I clean up the glass, or would you like me to sit with you?"
Tim reaches up to wipe at his eyes. "I can... I should clean it up. It's my mess."
"That's not one of the options, Tim."
"... You."
"Okay," says Bruce. He leads them both into the living room. Kon takes one look at them and disappears back into the kitchen.
They sit on the couch. Feeling exhausted and wrung-dry, Tim leans into Bruce's shoulder. His solidness is familiar. Safe. There's a part of Tim that is still cowering on the kitchen floor, bleeding and shivering at the memory of sharp nails and sharper reprimands. But he's miles away from the lonely ten year old who thought love was something to be earned. He's better now.
By the time Conner returns, perching awkwardly in the armchair, Bruce has put on a documentary. It's about the desert. Tim sinks further into the couch. He breathes.
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leafyforreal · 9 months
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thinking about how the one time dick has a say in who gets to be robin the fandom bashes him to hell bc how daaare dick take his own mantle away from tiiiim (the guy who stole it) now he's saaaad :(
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bobbinalong · 4 months
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i'm gonna miss jon lewis writing steph, he seemed like he actually cared about her outside of tim. and he wrote them together very sweetly.
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sporkberries · 1 year
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People need to remember that every single member of the batfamily are complete losers and being a part of it is not an accomplishment 😂 Helena is better off without them lmao
I think my problem is people automatically lumping her in with the batfamily just because she’s worked with them/ is in gotham. I hate when i see random batfam posts tagged with helena that clearly know nothing about her and mention her briefly.
Helena’s relationships with some of the batfam IS interesting, and they are a big part of her story. The issue is with people who know nothing about her just associating her as “random batfam member”
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"Master Bruce, is everything alright?" Alfred asked as he set down a steaming mug on a coaster.
"Hn." Bruce barely responded, not taking his eyes away from the screen.
Alfred followed his eyes to the news article currently taking over the Batcomputer. "Ah. Did your Variety interview not go well?"
Bruce sighed. "It's not that it didn't go well, Alfred. I got asked that question again."
"Again?" Alfred furrowed his eyebrows. "That must be the third time this month."
"Fourth, actually. Jason texted me only a couple minutes after this was posted to update the tally."
Alfred hummed, staring at the words written in bold. "Hm. Well it seems you need to find a way to put an end to this."
Bruce finally looked at him, picking the mug up and blowing on it. "How would you suggest I do that?"
"Have you considered giving Clark a call?"
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"No fucking way, Bruce." Tim crossed his arms, glaring up at him. "You did not call a press conference just for this."
Bruce adjusted his deep red tie in the mirror, pointedly looking away from his son. "I had no other choice. People wouldn't stop asking me about it, and it may compromise my identity. I need to lay this to rest once and for all."
Tim stared at him incredulously. "It's not that serious."
"Except it is."
"Bruce. I need you to listen to me carefully." Tim clapped his hands, and Bruce finally looked at him. "You asked your best friend in the world to fly to Gotham and dress up as Batman just so you, in your civies, could walk up on a stage in front of dozens of reporters and compare your asses?"
"The people of Gotham need to believe that the butts don't match, Tim. Because if they ever find out that they do, then everything I've done for the past 22 years means nothing." Bruce adjusted his cufflinks before heading over to the door. Tim grumbled and followed him out.
Sure enough, the room was packed with reporters and even some civilians. Bruce was certain they were more people outside. This joke had been the talk of Gotham for months, now. Everyone had an opinion on it. He'd been getting asked about Batman's butt in every interview for the past 3 months.
It was past time to end this.
Tim stopped at the staircase as Bruce walked on stage and to the podium. He tapped the mic set up in the center, gathering all the attention in the room on him. The crowd fell silent, the only noises being a few camera shutters.
"Good afternoon, Gotham. As I'm sure you've all heard, in recent months, there have been many comparisons between my own back end and that of Batman, with the argument that it proves he and I are one in the same. I'm here today to lay that rumor to rest." He explained with his best Brucie smile. "Before we begin, I'd like to take the time to highlight my upcoming fundraiser for the American Cancer Association."
He took a moment to explain the event, clearly boring the audience exactly as he'd intended. There'd be no room for argument after this.
"Now, without further adieu, please welcome Batman to the stage!"
Clark jumped in through an open skylight, absolutely dazzling the crowd. There were cheers, camera flashes, and quickly shouted questions. Clark ignored them all, clearly pouring all of his energy into recreating Batman's signature stoic look.
Bruce approached him as he stood, reaching his hand out to shake.
"Thanks for doing this." Bruce whispered, trying to pour as much relief into that statement as he could.
"You owe me for this." Clark replied. He let go, nodding at the audience as he turned to face the back wall.
"Tim, could you come here and hold Batman's cape?" Bruce called.
Suddenly, all the attention was on his disgusted son. Tim grumbled, smashing on his best PR face as he strode up the steps and over to Clark.
Bruce quickly returned to the podium as Tim gathered up Clark's cape. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for." He smiled before standing next to Clark, facing the wall.
Tim lifted up the cape.
The first few seconds, there was a rush of noise. Cheers, camera, scribbling.
Then it got quiet. Really, oddly quiet. Bruce was tempted to turn around, but he wanted the crowd to see this for as long as possible; the butts did not match.
Finally, there was a yell from the middle of the room.
"Well, no wonder he hides that behind a cape."
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composeregg · 22 days
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Jontim
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star-ocean-peahen · 1 year
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A teenage boy with a contrasting streak in black hair is adopted by the foremost warrior against evil and taught by him until denied a heroic mantle spurring him to run away and die in an explosion, returning from the dead glowing green via a manipulative semi-immortal woman years later to torture the person currently bearing said mantle and rage against their former mentor but eventually calm down some and reconcile-
........am I talking about Morro or Jason Todd
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dukeaubergine · 2 years
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Venting: gotta just love people stating flat out wrong things about the comics to absolve their faves of blame in complex situations. “Tim was eighteen or nineteen at the start of Red Robin, so it wasn’t Dick’s job to take care of him” is just flat out untrue.
Tim is seventeen in Red Robin. This is canon. I don’t care if the the math from the preceding years of comics doesn’t add up. If we tried to count every school break or holiday celebration Tim had on-page he’d probably either be in his early 20′s by the end, or have had to have started his Robin career as a preteen (and Dick would be well out of his twenties).
It is a canon plot point that Tim has to become emancipated to thwart Ra’s plot with Hush. That can only be necessary if Tim is under eighteen. And that’s almost halfway through the run. Which means regardless of any other time markers, Tim has to be under eighteen at the start of Red Robin too.
So, yes, it actually is Dick’s job at the time to take care of Tim, unless he relinquishes guardianship to someone else. Or Tim becomes emancipated.
Bruce might not be legally dead, but the hero community assumes he is. Adult siblings probably don’t automatically become legal guardians in the event of parental death, but we see Dick taking responsibility for Damian, and considering “contingencies within contingencies” is the Bats’ modus operandi, it would be downright bizarre for Bruce not to have some kinda of guardianship papers prepared.
Either Dick is responsible for neither Damian nor Tim, or he is responsible for both of them.
And you know what? Cassandra Cain is 18 during her first Batgirl run, and she does get legally adopted before Bruce ‘dies’. If Dick wanted to absolve himself of responsibility for Tim, while keeping things within the family instead of reaching out to other heroes, he could call her up and arranged a guardianship transfer.
But no. He doesn’t. He just brushes off all of Tim’s concerns to the point Tim runs away from home.
Is Tim running away part of a comic book adventure plot to save Bruce? Yeah. Is Dick probably not legally responsible for Tim in-universe because Hush is impersonating Bruce so Bruce isn’t legally dead? Yeah. Does this put Tim and Damian in a weird custody limbo? Yeah.
Point all that out. Argue against Tim’s decisions and in favor of Dick’s all you want.
But don’t fucking claim Tim was older than he canonically was because you want an easy out for Dick.
Tim’s seventeen at the start of Red Robin. That’s canon.
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spite-and-waffles · 2 years
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I haven't read the DC Pride anthology. But I'm old enough to recognise what an incredible win it is to have so many canonically queer DC superheroes now AND a Pride anthology AND bi Tim Drake and bi Jon Kent. I'm also old enough to be mad as hell that TimKon STILL ISN'T FUCKING CANON and to know that it's very unlikely that DC is going to do right by their queer fans.
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nrth-wind-a · 2 years
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FOR TIM! TRUTH: Who's your worst sibling and why is it Dick?
Truths II Accepting
Tim snorted. "If Dick heard you say that..."
Considering his words with a careful expression, however-- if he was unable to lie, then he had to proceed with the utmost attention to detail-- he said, more seriously, "Honestly, I don't really think of any of my siblings as the worst. It's just that they also aren't... I mean, I'm not adopted anymore. So they're not really my siblings. I think of them that way, don't get me wrong-- it's just, I'm not one of the inner circle of the family, anymore." He shrugged, as if this was somehow obvious. "And I don't mind, not truly. I like being a Drake. I'm not a Wayne, and I don't really want to be."
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Tim: I want out
Bruce: Thank God! I always had hope that one of you would want to quit the life
Tim: No I literally want out. I want to patrol. Let me out
Bruce: No. You're grounded
Tim: You can't ground me! I'm just as rich as you! I'll buy my way out
Bruce: Tim, this is Wayne Manor, not the American prison industrial complex. You can't buy your way out of being grounded
Tim: That feels like a challenge. HEY JASON! I'll give you $300 to sneak me out of the house!
Jason: Sold! I would've done it for $30! Do you want explosions or not?
Tim: Let's try not to deal property damage but keep an open mind to the possibility
Bruce: Letting you two reconcile was a mistake
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brie-annwyl · 5 months
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guys.
Dick having to kill somebody on duty because his (and or someone else’s) life was in danger and him being absolutely terrified Bruce will revoke the adoption or disown him (“he will never forgive me. I’ll be alone all over again.”)
Jason in a kill or be killed moment freshly after reconciling with Bruce (he’s being personally invited to family outings by Bruce, being steps) and already grieving his relationship with his father. (“It was great while it lasted. I’ll miss having a family.”)
Tim being revealed to have killed 500-1000 people when he was with the league, and immediately moving around all him finances. Because he’s convinced Bruce will never let him step foot in the manor or WE again. (“Fück, would he let me get my personal items from my office? From my room? The cave? I should replace them all anyway… oh and there goes the trust fund too.”)
Damian being in a very similar situation as Jason when he was accused of murder, except he actually killed a man and absolutely freaking the fuck out because he knows Bruce would never forgive him for it. (“He almost disowned Todd, a son he chose because of this. I was basically left at his doorstep, as if the manor was a firehall. He didn’t want me, didn’t chose me. He will never want to see me again.”)
My brain ladies and gentlemen [and others :) ]
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moss-on-trees · 10 months
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DP x DC prompt: family drama + heist au
Danny and Bruce were dating before Jason died. Bruce was about to propose, though he wanted to wait until things were less tense with his son before doing so. Jason and Danny really got along despite the teen being wary of the older man when they first met due to his own baggage. Danny loved Jason like his own son.
After his son's death, Bruce pushes Danny away out of grief. Danny, who doesn't have any reason to stay permanently in the mortal realm anymore - his sister and friends are ghosts - decides to go look for Jason in the Ghost Zone to take care of his stepson in the afterlife.
Years later, when Jason has more or less reconciled with his family though things are still tense with his dad, he has a row with Bruce over him causing Danny's disappearance which leads to Damian, Cass and Tim asking Dick about who he is.
Dick tells them about the man who made Bruce very happy and whom they know better as the Justice League hero Phantom, who has been declared MIA for four years. He left so abruptly that he didn't give them any means to contact him and they haven't heard from him since, which really didn't help Jason's abandonment issues and Bruce's... everything. They only know he is most likely in the Infinite Realms since his family is there but they have no way to go there themselves.
They ask for pictures. Upon seeing them, Damian tells them the League of Assassins has a file with his picture that details a spell meant to summon him from the Ghost Zone, which Ra's Al Ghul hasn't yet used since he hasn't found a way to control him after summoning him.
Tim, Cass, Dick and Damian plan a heist to steal the League file and get Danny back so Bruce and Jasson can get closure.
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mysterycitrus · 4 months
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but if u say something mean about jtodd i will love you
that is such an amazing point anon ty
one of my (many) issues with jtodd is that popular fan interpretations ignore the actual, intentional tragedy of his character in order to massacre every other character in his orbit.
jtodd isn’t welcomed back into the fold by bruce or dick or tim or anyone else because of his own actions — he rejects the chance to return, and pursues his own idea of violent retribution instead. he can’t return because he himself has burnt that bridge. that is the nature of that kind of profound grief, you often self immolate because there is no other way to keep urself warm.
the tragedy is that yeah, jason does casually want to interact with his family (re outsiders, parts of utrh + batman 2009) but he can’t — because of what he’s done. he still respects dick and babs, but he’s irreversibly destroyed any properly trusting relationship that could’ve been rebuilt. he still loves bruce (and try as he might he just can’t stop) but bruce will never trust him around his allies again, because he broke bruce’s cardinal rule to spite bruce.
not only that, he used what he’d learnt as robin, the allies he’d gained through that legacy, and systematically uses that knowledge to cause harm. how could that ever be reconciled? how can anyone seriously ally themselves with that sort of person?
by comparison, fanon turns him into someone with no agency (pit madness), someone who is reviled unfairly (despite being a murderer), or someone who is beloved by those who would never justify his bad decisions (any of the other robins, cass, roy, etc) to the detriment of their own characterisation.
JTODD IS A TRAGEDY OF HIS OWN MAKING ! YOU CAN NEVER RETURN TO WHAT YOU ONCE WERE ! THE ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH !
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