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India Ink painting practice with Batman

#batfam #dcu #bruce wayne #gotham #art #artwork #architecture #ink #ink drawing #painting #batman art #india ink #a little bonus in the corner #jason todd #red hood

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I hate drawing humans but wanted to draw the Batboys so here they are as dogs

#au #batfam #batman #dcu #red robin #jason todd #tim drake #red hood #robin #damian wayne #nightwing #dick grayson #art #artwork #watercolour art #watercolour #watercolor #doggo #dog #fanart

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I finished like another 4k words of this over on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53844289

Please enjoy

If Gotham was in the PJO universe

The Mist is thinner in Gotham.  No one truly knows why but the leading theory is that Gotham is a hellmouth that spews out so many monsters that the Mist is unable to properly hide it all.  Because of this, the Mist fills the gaps it is unable to cover by convincing everyone that Gotham is just a weird city.

Where a small monster in New York would look like a rat, in Gotham it looks like a mutant rat but people still ignore it because it's Gotham.

While unconventional, Gotham’s Mist system is very effective.  People who have never visited the city believe that the stories are all just hoaxes or a mix of shared delusions and/or mutated animals, produced by the toxic waste known to have been dumped around the island.  But anyone who has ever entered Gotham, even if only for a moment, becomes forever influenced by the Mist, left to reason away all oddities the city offers as nothing to think about.

It’s a system that has worked for centuries to keep the human world separate from the world of monsters and Gods but it’s also deeply flawed.  

Demi-gods don't survive long in Gotham.  Sure, part of it can be attributed to the higher number of monsters or that the Mist doesn't hide the mythical world from young Demi-gods well enough to hide them from monsters until they're older (most Gotham born Demi-gods don't survive long enough to make it to the first grade).

But it's more than that.  The parents of Demi-gods have tried countless times to save their children by fleeing Gotham but it never works.  The Mist fights to keep Gotham self-contained, though it's unclear why.  Maybe it sees the city's flaws like a virus that can infect other areas or maybe it acts like a body, walling off a foreign object to protect the rest of the system.  Regardless, it makes fleeing near impossible.  Cars malfunction, job offers outside of the city are suddenly rescinded, savings accounts are mysteriously drained.  And for the few that do make it out, that escape Gotham's clutches, it makes absolutely no difference.  Much like how the Mist permanently alters mortals, it does the same to Demi-gods.  It taints them, ruining their meager protection and paints a target on their chest begging for monsters to see it.  Even the few that escaped Gotham before birth are marked by the city.

At this point, most gods don't even bother with having children with Gothamites as it always ends in tragedy.

Mortals are also at risk.  It's nowhere near the danger Demi-gods face, but the forced apathy towards that which is hidden by the Mist makes them vulnerable to particularly hungry or angered monsters that roam the streets.  Sure, most monsters still ignore most of Gotham's populus, deeming them useless, but on the rare occasion one does decide to attack, Gotham mortals don't have the same drive that causes other mortals to run from the Mist covered danger.  And why would they, it's just another Gotham Tuesday to them.

"That man somehow seems to be grabbing and hitting too many things at once, as if he has numerous arms?  Well, you shoulda seen what happened at the bank two weeks ago, now that was weird."

"Someone just threw a glowing rock over 100 yards?  They've got nothing on that weird child on my kids little league team."

#au #batman #batfam #dc comics #dcu #dc universe #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #gotham #crossover #non-magical batfam #not demi-gods #clear sight

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Some Batboys as Forest Animals

#au #red robin #batfam #dcu #batman #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #dick grayson #red hood #nightwing #robin #watercolour art #watercolour #art #artwork #please accept this humble offering

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Titans Tower AU (Tim calls Jason a misogynist and confuses him into stopping)

"I didn't realize you were a misogynistic pig.  Punishing an innocent person just to get back at someone else, ugh, I thought you'd be better than that."

The words made Jason freeze, arm paused midair.  He'd been about to bring down the kids own bo staff down against his back but all thoughts fled Jason's mind as he tried to process the words that had spilled out of the kids mouth.  He'd been so taken aback by the kid's statement that the green bled from his vision and loosened his stance, unsure what his next move should be.

"What the fuck about this is misogynistic Bird Brain"

The kid responded with a sigh as if exasperated by having to explain himself.  He gingerly pulled himself up from the protective fetal pose he'd taken, dragging himself into a sitting position and leaning against the wall behind him.  It unnerved Jason, seeing the person he'd just been viciously fighting suddenly switch from fear to boredom.  There was something seriously wrong with this kid.

"It's the entire concept, the history.  This is such a patriarchal move, punishing a man that you have a problem with by hurting their family.  Who do you think is the person that gets caught in the crossfire the most historically?  The wife.  And you're just perpetuating it."

Jason rapidly blinked, trying to keep up with the sudden rant, stance relaxing even further as he became increasingly more confused.

"Sure, I'm not a woman but you're just sending the message that you agree with it.  Look at all of those people who look to you for approval in Crime Alley.  They're going to see that you agree with this type of 'punishment' and do you really think they wouldn't stoop low enough to not hurt innocent wifes and children.  You're just acting like a cog in the machine, keeping the cycle of violence against innocent victims going.  You claim to have morals but I sure don't fucking see them now.  You didn't even have the decency to fight me on neutral territory, instead ambushing me in one of the few places I could feel safe when I was nowhere near prepared."

The words were swirling around his mind, making him more conscious of his every action.  He tried to reply, not sure what he was going to say but just wanting the kid to shut up for a moment to let him think, but the kid cut him off before he could even make a sound.

"Ah ah ah, don't even think about saying shit about me being in armor.  I just came back from fighting a giant freaking robot for hours, muscles strained and finally relaxing, guard down because I'm somewhere I consider home.  It's fucking bullshit to say this was an even fight.  So is that it, not just a misogynist but a child abuser?"

Robin had slowly (agonizingly) gotten back on his feet and was slowly walking towards Jason, pushing him backwards as he tried to keep a distance between them.  As much as he loathed to admit it, the kid was freaking him out.  Maybe it was the unsettling switch in emotions or maybe a reaction to being lectured and judged.  Either way, he just wanted to get away from the young hero and was running through the escape routes he'd left himself, trying to think of the nearest one.

"Cause guess what buckoo, me being Robin doesn't change the fact that I'm 15 and fighting me unprepared just further proves you just wanted to beat me up.  What, does me not being a kid suddenly matter to you because it sure did when you were yelling about Batman having child soldiers.  Fucking pick a side dude.  Do you have morals or not?"

He barely caught the last sentence, already running away but the words stuck in his mind, echoing even hours later.  It haunted him.  Before their encounter, he'd thought he had some.  Sure, he was a murderer and a crime lord but he protected innocent people.  He prevented kids being used as mules or being sold drugs, he protected the prostitutes from abuse and paid them a more than fair wage.  But he wasn't sure anymore.

Fucking teenagers.

#au #red robin #batfam #batman #dcu #jason todd #tim drake #red hood #dc titans #titan's tower #robin #blurb #is Jason Todd a misogynist? #the answer may surprise you #according to this teenager he is #you know the scene

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Jason and Steph probably have a whole theory about Tim only knowing so much because he's the one that caused like half of those wounds

the bat kids should have a very fucked up trivia game that they’ve made up but it’s just photos of various wounds and they have to guess what caused it

Someone started it as a way to learn all the types of wounds that happen bc of each weapon with some Flash Cards From Hell but since then they’ve made an actual game

they play it every game night and Tim is very smug about his streak of three fucking years and everyone else thinks that he’s either a psychopath or just very into weapons. Jason wants to beat him up either way

every time they start playing Bruce starts shaking his head tiredly bc of the bat kids’ bullshit. (He’s a fucking hypocrite, he’s done shit just as fucked up. Karma’s a bitch, Bruce)

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If Gotham was in the PJO universe

The Mist is thinner in Gotham.  No one truly knows why but the leading theory is that Gotham is a hellmouth that spews out so many monsters that the Mist is unable to properly hide it all.  Because of this, the Mist fills the gaps it is unable to cover by convincing everyone that Gotham is just a weird city.

Where a small monster in New York would look like a rat, in Gotham it looks like a mutant rat but people still ignore it because it's Gotham.

While unconventional, Gotham’s Mist system is very effective.  People who have never visited the city believe that the stories are all just hoaxes or a mix of shared delusions and/or mutated animals, produced by the toxic waste known to have been dumped around the island.  But anyone who has ever entered Gotham, even if only for a moment, becomes forever influenced by the Mist, left to reason away all oddities the city offers as nothing to think about.

It’s a system that has worked for centuries to keep the human world separate from the world of monsters and Gods but it’s also deeply flawed.  

Demi-gods don't survive long in Gotham.  Sure, part of it can be attributed to the higher number of monsters or that the Mist doesn't hide the mythical world from young Demi-gods well enough to hide them from monsters until they're older (most Gotham born Demi-gods don't survive long enough to make it to the first grade).

But it's more than that.  The parents of Demi-gods have tried countless times to save their children by fleeing Gotham but it never works.  The Mist fights to keep Gotham self-contained, though it's unclear why.  Maybe it sees the city's flaws like a virus that can infect other areas or maybe it acts like a body, walling off a foreign object to protect the rest of the system.  Regardless, it makes fleeing near impossible.  Cars malfunction, job offers outside of the city are suddenly rescinded, savings accounts are mysteriously drained.  And for the few that do make it out, that escape Gotham's clutches, it makes absolutely no difference.  Much like how the Mist permanently alters mortals, it does the same to Demi-gods.  It taints them, ruining their meager protection and paints a target on their chest begging for monsters to see it.  Even the few that escaped Gotham before birth are marked by the city.

At this point, most gods don't even bother with having children with Gothamites as it always ends in tragedy.

Mortals are also at risk.  It's nowhere near the danger Demi-gods face, but the forced apathy towards that which is hidden by the Mist makes them vulnerable to particularly hungry or angered monsters that roam the streets.  Sure, most monsters still ignore most of Gotham's populus, deeming them useless, but on the rare occasion one does decide to attack, Gotham mortals don't have the same drive that causes other mortals to run from the Mist covered danger.  And why would they, it's just another Gotham Tuesday to them.

"That man somehow seems to be grabbing and hitting too many things at once, as if he has numerous arms?  Well, you shoulda seen what happened at the bank two weeks ago, now that was weird."

"Someone just threw a glowing rock over 100 yards?  They've got nothing on that weird child on my kids little league team."

#au #batman #batfam #dc comics #dcu #dc universe #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #gotham #crossover #I want to try to bring the Batfam into this somehow #Maybe they can see through the mist? #robin #red robin #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne

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I feel like this moment gets underplayed so often. That moment must have been deeply traumatizing for both of them.

People often brush it off as, only remembering its plot convenience, but the Grayson's falling to their deaths was Tim's first ever memory. That is the bases on which everything else was built on. Sure, he doesn't seem to have a fear of heights but there is no way that shit didn't affect him.

Tim also knows how deeply traumatizing it was for Dick. So many people say that Tim was passively suicidal at that point (and I don't disagree) but he would never intentionally die by falling. Sure, he'd probably have been fine dying some other way but there is no chance he would have willingly let his big brother, his idol, have to bury another body, mangled from the fall.

Dick probably wasn't even conscious of the situation until he'd returned to solid land, little brother in arm. He's been a vigilante for over half of his life and a professional acrobat long before that, there is zero chance he wasn't trained to rely on muscle memory and suppressing unhelpful thoughts when flying. And there was nothing more important than catching Tim at that moment.

Afterwards though, he probably fully spiraled. He has to be in the same room as Tim at all times or else he has a breakdown. Robin/Red Robin/Batman are benched until Dick can trust himself not to panic seeing anyone in the air. His nightmares start up again and he barely sleeps for weeks. He's a husk of himself, relying heavily on Tim to pick up his slack, unable to shoulder the burdens he'd taken on after Bruce died during this time.

It probably terrified Damian who had never seen Dick as anything less than strong and somewhat composed in their time together. Dick hid that from him, maybe having seen the damage a mentor showing their student all of their trauma did with Bruce and Tim (Dick doesn't hide it from Tim, who was always his brother more than his student or kid like Damian is).

Wait, does anyone know of a fic from Dick's POV that walks through that scene from Red Robin #12 where Tim falls from the building, and Dick swoops in and catches him? I suddenly have a dire need to read about Dick clutching Tim tightly to his chest as he sinks to the floor of the rooftop. His hands shake, and even though everything is muffled from the pounding in his ears, he feels like he can make out a crowd of people screaming. His muscles tense further when the scent of copper and buttery popcorn penetrates the air around him, and he instinctively drops his head until he can smell Tim's shampoo instead.

And he's just kind of in and out of a flashback for a few moments, and it isn't until his comm sounds off in his ear that he jerks back to the present fully.

Because I need that.

#red robin

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Honestly incredible.

I love the governess Tim vibes I'm getting (maybe being with the Wayne's leaves him free to express himself how he wants, including wearing some of Martha's old, lovely dresses)(but maybe I'm biased and just want to see Tim in period accurate dresses).

I can't tell if the world has supernatural elements fully but I love the idea of the house being possessed non-maliciously by its past inhabitants who warm up to Tim as he stays there. Maybe the house is the one that finds all of the inhabitants, introducing them to Bruce so he'll give them sanctuary within their walls.

Idk much about American history of that time but a quick Google search tells me this would be near the time before the American Civil War so I could see Bruce being involved in that cause, even as an underground vigilante as (I don't think many Union members would respect him after fathering Damian publicly despite fighting against slavery).

I can't get the image of them all having a picnic on a hill, Tim in a gorgeous floral dress, the boys dressed down with suspenders over button up shirts, lounging in the warm sun as a family.

📓 - go for it, tell me what other fanfics are you hiding >:D

There's one I keep going back and forth as to whether it'd be better as-is or if I should scrape the serial numbers off and use it as the basis for an original project. People who share Discord servers with me may've heard this before.

Picture this: It's the 1850s and Timothy Jackson Drake (age 16-ish) has just been disowned for being caught with his male lover, Bernard, whose family in turn immediately shipped him off west to hide their shame. Destitute and rejected by all but the poorest of his former friends, when Tim receives a bizarre job offer to come work on the very private, very isolated estate of Mr. Bruce Wayne, far away from town, on the restriction that he leave in the dead of night, tell no one where he's going, and cannot leave the Manor grounds once he's accepted the position, he finds himself with little choice but to accept.

Said job, to Tim's surprise, turns out to be being the full-time tutor, caretaker and companion to Bruce's children, Jason (12) and Dick (8). High society is unaware that Bruce, the richest bachelor in the area, has these children, as his only known living family is his bastard son Damian (19), who hasn't been seen in town for years because he has a reputation for being violent and unstable and also he's very clearly brown and this is 19th century America. Damian doesn't stay at the Manor, but he does come by sometimes because he's fond of the boys, and does not initially leave a favorable impression on Tim by attacking him with a sword the first time they meet.

Moreover, the longer Tim stays at Wayne Manor, the more he starts to have strange experiences -- like being chased down a hallway late at night by the sounds of a phantom coach that seemed prepared to run him down, or going to check on a charge who's laid up with a fever to find a terrifying, inhumane specter looming over them.

Eventually it would come out that Bruce and Damian are using a cave system under the Manor to act as vigilantes both in the city and in the surrounding countryside and that Jason and Dick were adopted in part because they required extra protection as the key witnesses to particularly heinous crimes for which the perpetrators are both very powerful and still at large (may or may not involve the Court of Owls, but less a conspiracy and more a real-world secret society, a'la Skull and Bones, Hellfire Club, etc.).

In other words -- a Reverse Robins gay gothic romance adventure that I don't entirely know how to end yet. Aside from the fact that I was leaning towards DamiTim as the slowburn endgame ship, though the genre conventions would also allow for some BruTim in there so I haven't ruled that out yet.