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Fallen.

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Really enjoyed working on this commission about Jason. Thanks to my amazing commissioner🙏

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meeting robin

the justice league is happy that batman is socializing, but they're worried that he doesn't seem to notice when robin is switched out every few years

warnings and tags: miscommunication but it's funny, alien invasion, mentioned violence

“Batman,” Clark said slowly, “why do you have a second heartbeat?”

Instead of responding, Batman grunted.

“A second heartbeat?” Barry questioned, zipping over. “How would that even work?”

Another grunt from Batman.

“Batman?”

“I don’t.”

“But I can hear a second heartbeat coming from you.” Clark said, confused.

“It’s not mine.”

Barry choked. “Huh? Who is it then?”

“Robin’s.”

Clark frowned. “Who’s Robin?”

Batman grunted again, and Barry groaned.

“Come on, man!”

Then, Batman’s cape, which hid his entire body, shifted. Clark heard a small giggle. A child popped out, beaming.

“I’m Robin!” he exclaimed, clearly excited to be there. Barry was startled and jumped back a bit.

“What the f-” he stopped short when Batman glared at him. “Fudge?”

“Batman, what is…who is this?” Clark asked.

“This is Robin.” Batman said, like it explained anything.

“We got that. Why is he here?”

Robin bounced. “I’m gonna help!” he said, and Clark caught an accent he couldn’t quite place.

“Help?”

This got him a nod. “Yeah. B said I was ready to meet the Justice League!”

“Who’s B?”

Robin squinted at Barry’s question. Then pointed up at Batman. “B.”

“Batman, where’s Robin?” Diana asked, surprised the young vigilante wasn’t with Batman.

“He’s busy. Couldn’t come.” Batman said, and Diana got the sense that there was something that Batman wasn’t saying to her, but she decided to leave it be.

“I see. Is he alright?”

“Fine. Work.” Batman seemed to be giving short answers again, something he’d stopped doing after Robin had shown up.

“Well, tell him we all missed him, please.”

Batman grunted.

“Batman, what happened to Robin?” Barry questioned, staring at the small boy that had replaced the teen they’d watched grow up. This one seemed shy, half hidden behind Batman.

“Nothing.”

“Well something had to have happened, Robin was a lot taller last time we saw him.” Clark said, also watching the boy. “That’s not the same person.”

“No.” Batman said in an almost growl.

“Huh?” Barry said, confused.

“That’s not the Robin we know. That’s someone else.” Clark said.

“We’re ready to start.” Diana said from behind Batman and Robin, the latter of which startled by her.

Clark heard a quiet ‘woah’ from the boy and smiled. He must be a fan of Wonder Woman.

The Justice League and Robin shuffled into the meeting room, Robin sitting in a chair very close to Batman.

For the entire meeting, he sat quietly, mostly watching Diana with obvious wonder across his face.

Afterwards, Diana approached him, kneeling down to his level.

“Hello. My name is Diana.”

“H-hi.”

“How long have you been Robin?” she asked gently.

“Uh,” he looked up at Batman, who nodded encouragingly to the small boy. “A few months.”

“And are you enjoying it?”

Robin nodded. “Yeah. It’s fun and we get ta help people.'' This boy had an accent as well, though it was quite different from the first Robin’s.

“That’s wonderful.” Diana said. “We’re excited to work with you, Robin.” the kid beamed, looking like he was having the best day of his life.

“Batman, what the fuck?” Barry exclaimed, ignoring the various looks he got at the curse. “Why did Robin get smaller again?”

“Because I’m a different person.” Robin said.

“But he just replaced the first one like, two years ago!”

“Four, actually.”

“Batman? Could you explain, please?” Diana asked.

They got a grunt in response.

Clark sighed. “Batman, please, can you explain this?”

Robin scoffed. “Are you stupid?”

“Robin.” Batman’s tone had a warning in it.

“There’s nothing to explain.”

A grunt.

“Batman, Robin is a girl.” Hal said, confused and done with the entire thing.

“Is that a problem, fuckface?” The entire League took a step back, surprised by this Robin’s language.

“No, of course not. I’m just surprised, that’s all.” Hal said, trying to recover.

Robin huffed before turning back to Batman.

“Language, Robin.” was Batman’s response.

“Oh, come on, I coulda said a whole lot worse.” Her accent reminded Clark of the second Robin’s accent, though more pronounced.

“Tell that to Agent A.”

Robin gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

Batman grunted, though this sounded like one of his amused grunts.

“Fiiine.” She turned to Hal. “I'm sorry for calling you a fuckface.” that got a sigh from Batman.

She turned back to Batman. “Happy?”

Batman grunted again, and while Robin seemed content, Clark and the rest of the league had no idea what it meant.

“Oh my god, this one has a sword!” Hal screeched, running into the meeting room.

“Who does?” Diana asked, standing.

“Robin! Batman got a new one and he has a sword! He tried to stab me!”

“If I had tried to stab you, you would have been stabbed.” a small voice said from the doorway.

Everyone looked over to find Robin, scowling and glaring at all of them.

“He looks just like Batman.” Barry whispered, and Clark agreed. The boy in front of them had an uncanny similarity to Batman.

“Of course I look like him, I’m his son.” Robin snapped, and there were various gasps around the room.

“His son?” Barry’s pitch was high enough that Clark winced.

“Yes.”

“Robin.” Batman appeared behind Robin, frowning at the small boy and looking more annoyed then concerned. “Please don’t stab them. They are our allies, not our enemies.”

Robin looked annoyed, glaring at the Justice League. “Fine.”

“Go sit.” Batman said, nudging the boy towards a chair.

Clark looked up when the computer whirred to life.

“Recognized, Nightwing, B-0-1. Recognized, Red Robin, B-0-3. Recognized, Spoiler, B-0-4. Recognized, Robin, B-0-5.”

Clark stood and walked over to the zeta tube, staring at the four people that stepped out.

“Hey, Supes!”

“Who are you?” he asked, confused.

“We’re-” the one in black and blue started, but was interrupted by the one in red.

“We’re looking for Batman. It’s an emergency.” he stated, matter of fact. “Where is he?”

Clark hesitated. He didn’t know these people or how they got into the tower to begin with, but he wasn’t keen on taking them to Batman.

He didn’t have time to make a decision before the zeta tube started again.

“Recognized, Red Hood, B-0-2.”

He knew that Red Hood was a crime lord, how was the computer recognizing him?

“Where’s B?” Hood asked as soon as he was through.

“We’re still working on that.”

Hood groaned. “What part of ‘emergency’ did you not understand?”

The person dressed in purple scoffed. “We just got here and Superman is in the way. You wanna fight Superman?”

Hood looked over at Clark. “Hi.”

“Hi. What’s going on?”

“We need Batman. Got a bit of an emergency.”

Clark frowned and looked down at Robin. “Robin, what is going on? Who are these people?”

Robin scoffed. “Hood and Red Robin both informed you of what is going on, Superman. I didn’t know you were that dense.”

At least he knew the name of one of the new ones.

“Alright. Just, stay here, okay?”

“Fine.” Robin snapped, looking annoyed.

Clark went over to the chair he’d been in and hit the intercom. “Batman, you’re needed by the zeta tubes.”

A few minutes later, Batman appeared. When he saw the assortment of vigilantes, he sighed loudly.

“What happened?” he asked, sounding tired.

“We are being attacked by aliens.” the one in purple said.

Clark frowned and Batman shook his head.

“So you came up here to tell me instead of using the coms? Why?”

“Well, the com lines are down.” Hood said. “So yes, we came up here.”

“B, we really need to go take care of the aliens. Can we go?” the one in black and blue asked.

“Yes. Go, I’ll be down in a minute.” Batman said, still just sounding mildly inconvenienced instead of like someone who was just informed of an alien invasion.

As soon as they were all gone, Clark rounded on Batman. “What the hell? Who are they?”

Batman grunted. “Notify the rest of the League, then get down there.” he walked away, and left through the zeta tube.

Clark sighed and did as Batman had asked.

“Will you explain this now?” Clark asked, waving at the group of vigilantes that all said they worked with Batman, despite the League only knowing about Robin.

Batman just grunted and Clark was about to lose it, but then Batman said, “Robin.”

Clark stopped. “Huh?”

“Nightwing was the first Robin, Hood the second, Red Robin the third, and Spoiler the fourth. Orphan was never Robin, but she was Batgirl. Signal is new and has only ever been Signal.

“What the fuck?” Barry exclaimed. “I thought they all died!”

Hood raised his hand. “I did die.”

Batman sighed at that.

“Did he really?” Clark asked.

“Yes. But he’s fine now.”

“Am I?”

Batman groaned.

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Tim: I could fix Batman

Jason: No, I could fix Batman. But then I fucking died and accidentally made him worse instead

Jason: But when I come back and try to make him worse on PURPOSE, suddenly he won't do it!

Tim, deadly serious: I would've killed The Joker for you

Jason: Aw, thanks Tim

Tim:

Tim, whispering: I could fix Red Hood...

Jason: Stop it

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someone in a fanfic: s-stutters in embarrassment

me, closing the tab: sorry I must go

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the rest of the flock :)

part 2 to this

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thinking about the batkids annoying each other and one of them just go "god i was an only child before bruce i miss it so much"

and then there's just a collective agreement and they're all staring at each other in silence after because somehow they forgot NONE of them had siblings before this

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Tim Drake died in Afganistan. He managed to get back to the hotel but between him passing out and the League reaching him, his heart stopped. So they put him in the pit, an opportunity Ra’s was so looking forward to because Tim was perfect, and if he could manipulate this boy like they had Jason then The perfect heir had finally been found.

The trouble is that The pit elevated anger, especially those felt around the initial death, and Tim has never been one prone to loud anger. Sure he put up a front when he was Robin, but Robin was as much a mask as every other personality Tim adopted.

The rage the pit latched onto was a quiet thing. “A real beauty,” the pit would have said if it had any form of consciousness. Because Tim had been sitting on this sizzling silent fury that he held just under his skin from the moment he saw Damian in the Robin colors. It wasn’t loud anger. It was sharp, and subtle, and calculated.

When Tim woke up in the pit, it was his everything.

His memories were scrambled, but there were a few things he knew for sure. His name was Tim, and Bruce was alive. He wasn’t sure who bruce was to him, but proving that this man was alive was a single driving point of his anger and Tim as he was now, with the pit flowing through him like a raging tornado, was ready to use everything and destroy everyone until this point was proven.

So he listened to Ra’s spew his cleverly worded lies. Pretended to go along as his new heir. He utilized all the training this man was willing to give and cannibalize the information they let him access freely.

When the council of Spiders arrives Tim has no trouble taking them out and oh? Look at that! All of Ra’s super secret bases are going up in smoke too? Except this version of Tim is much more thorough in his destruction. Ra’s tried to get in the way of Tim finding Bruce and Tim was not going to let that go easily. Total annihilation is exactly what he deserved and if Tim still happened to walk away with a cache of all the information backed up to his servers and a handful of elite assassins completly loyal to him then so be it. They weren’t necessary, but Tim appreciates that they were not afraid of him.

With the information turned over to the Justice League and Tim’s malware’s thoroughly keeping track of their progress towards bringing Bruce Back, Tim’s pit anger focuses on something else.

Except it’s not so much anger anymore that it is just…no longer masking. Tim was a certified sociopath with a talent for masking. It was the first thing his mother taught him when she realized he was just a little to similar to her. And Tim was good, to a point where he sometimes had himself fooled. But that was in the past. Tim didn’t remember why his mother trained him to mask, so he didn’t. And that’s probably why the pit directed him to his sister.

He found Cass in Hong Kong after about a week of searching. She’d been doing what she does best just in a new location that wasn’t Gotham. When she spotted Tim she practically tackled him in a hug and for the first time since waking up in the pit Tim felt himself smiling over something that wasn’t a result of vindictive glee. Tim hugs her back and they stay like that for a while.

Cass was the only one who knew about Tim under his masks. While he couldn’t remember it completely as his memories were still spotty, there was an underlining trust that had lead him to Cass because she knew him in his entirety and accepted him. It was that same trust that allowed Cass to pull Tim back to Gotham once word of Bruce’s return had finally reached her.

Tim had been hesitant. They’d been in Hong Kong for a month and during that time he’d spent hours every day meditating to create some weird symbiotic partnership with the pit. Unfortunately Tim realized he wouldn’t be able to mask as efficiently as he had before. The pit was attached to his anger and Tim was always mad about something even if he was brilliant at hiding it. Unfortunately that anger would power the pit and with the pit buzzing just under his skin Tim couldn’t get himself to mask into whoever he had been before.

Cass thought that was good. She thought Tim shouldn’t have to hide who he is form the people who are supposed to love him. Tim was worried. If he went home and got turned away again he wasn’t convinced he wouldn’t raze the city to the ground in his anger. But Cass promised that if something like that happened she stop him and they’d leave together. They would come back to Hong Kong and set up camp here.

Turns out there wasn’t much to worry about. When they zeta’d into the cave Bruce was already waiting, having been informed of their arrival hours ahead of time. Cass moved to hug him first, Tim holding back, watching the scene carefully, watching the slightest of tension flow out of Bruce’s shoulders as he wrapped his arms around his daughter. He watched her kiss her forehead before letting her go and turning his attention to Tim.

Tim froze under the gaze. It wasn’t out of fear, more of nerves. Tim wasn’t necessarily the same person as when Bruce went missing and as the worlds greatest detective there’s not doubt the man could see the differences in the way Tim carried himself. He wasn’t sure if—

“Oh.” Tim melted into the arms now embracing him, as if something he thought lost had suddenly clicked into place. He felt the pit settle, felt his anger fizzle out.

“Welcome home, Tim.”

Tim wrapped his arms around Bruce determined to make this hug last for ever. “Missed you, Dad. Welcome home.” Beside him Cass laughed in a knowing way. The “see you had nothing to be worried about,” clear in the amused tone. Tim would have stuck his toungue out at her but right now he was focused on Bruce, and this warmth, and a hug he never wanted to end.

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DC X DP PROMPT #22

I've seen Everlasting Trio with Sam and Tucker being villains and Danny being a house husband, and I love it dearly, but what if it was flipped?

Danny isn't necessarily evil... He's nothing like how Dan operates, but he's still no where firmly on the 'good' spectrum. His lovely spouces on the other hand, had landed themselves onto the roster of the Justice League - and listen, Danny is very proud of them! Sam and Tucker worked very hard to get where they are, using their positions for immeasurable good. But, Danny is a bit over the whole hero thing. He would never stop his beloveds, but he's not going to make it easy on them.

Since Sam and Tucker had joined the JL, he's been biding his time. He didn't go into hiding, but he's been more subdued. They know what's up, they always know what's up. But Danny wants to have a good anniversary! And what could be a better anniversary than kidnapping your loved ones from work while their coworkers fight tooth and nail to retrieve them?

Maybe he's been listening to Jordan to much.. Danny won't complain! It sounds super romantic! So off he goes, with his brother and mirror sister, off to cause some minor mayhem.

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The ultimate comedy/angst idea. Tim has issues with authority without even knowing what authority is.

Like he's the pinnacle of latchkey kid. His parents weren't there to tell him no or anything and he has a shit ton of money. In the comics he very clearly goes "lol no" to every rule and has the "ask for forgiveness rather than permission" mindset.

Imagine when Bruce gets his shit together and like wants to start actually parenting Tim rather that Tim parenting him and like it fails miserably.

Bruce, using the BatDad Voice™️: Tim, I forbid you from doing that

Timothy "Rules? I have no clue what that even means" Drake thinking that this was a joke: lmfao that's cute

And maybe Bruce has a little learning arc like wow this kid is fucked up, wow I fucked up. Whoa I got parented by a baby and now that baby has a fucked up sense of self and has matured way too fast and lost it's childhood because I'm an emotional wreck who had to rely on a whole ass baby for emotional and mental support.

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Jason, to himself: If I can catch Tim off guard when he comes back from patrol he'll confess about breaking my favourite Wonder Woman's mug

Jason, as Tim wanders in: Got anything to confess??

Tim, very very high off Gotham Harbor fumes: Ra's pickled my spleen.

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DC x DP Prompt: Ouranos Reborn

The JL learn of a prophecy stating that Ouranus would be reborn in mortal flesh, die and revive, and gain the power to destroy the world.

A cult tries to summon Ouranus back into the world and the heroes try to stop them.

They fail.

The ritual is completed and inside the summoning circle is a teenaged Caucasian boy with a NASA sweatshirt who looks just as confused as the rest of them.

TLDR: Danny is the reincarnation of Ouranus and the future Ancient of Space.

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Tim: ok. See you all later.

Dick: where are you going???

Tim: I'm going to visit Ives.

Bruce : have fun 😊

Tim: see ya.

Everyone: ....

Jason: so we all agree Ives doesn't really exist right?

Everyone: *noises of agreement*

Dick: I think it's my fault. I told him he should be making friends his age and then he told me about Ives. Someone he had never brought up before but apparently they had been friends for years. And when I asked why I never met him he said Ives had cancer... Just- so casually...

Steph: yeah. I think he is real. I just think he is a fish. And Everytime he dies Tim gets one that looks the exact same and names it Ives.

Jason: no loving parent would ever name their child Ives. No offense Dick.

Dick: ??? What does this have to do with me? We're talking about Tim?

Damian: I believe it is delusion from too many head injuries.

Bruce: Come on. I think Tim is completely capable of making friends.... And I think it's sweet that he still fosters the creativity to have an imaginary one.

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im pretty sure i met an irl disney villain at my job a few weeks ago.

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inspired by the ‘your afternoon was already ruined’ post

Death Star Stormtroopers: “Freeze!”

Han: (panicking, trying to come up with a lie): Woah there don’t shoot, uh, you can’t shoot us because—because this guy is Darth Vader’s son! You don’t want to be responsible for shooting Darth Vader’s own flesh and bone do you?”

Luke: *glares incredulously*

Stormtroopers: “That is the dumbest thing—”

Leia: (done at this point, absolutely done with this rescue, better than Han at lying) “Exactly! Why would we tell you something so phenomenally insane if it weren’t true! Why do you think Darth Vader is so obsessed with finding Rebels, huh? Call him he’ll tell you!”

Luke: (also done, much better than Han at lying): “Or you could just shoot us; I’m sure my father, Darth Vader, inventor of the lightsaber, would be thrilled to meet the men who killed his son and his son’s friends.” *waves lightsaber arrogantly*

Stormtrooper 1: “Maybe we should call this in. I mean—he’s got a lightsaber, so that’s—that’s Vader stuff anyway.”

Stormtrooper 2: “are you kidding me right now?”

Leia: *shoots them while they’re distracted*

Han: “…We’re friends?”

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Tarkin: “The rebels said what? You incompetent fool, how could you buy such an absurd stalling—”

Vader: “My…son…”

Tarkin:

Tarkin: Oh fuck THIS.

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clark throwing shade at bruce through their sons never gets old

super sons #6 (2017)

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