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thealtoduck · 1 year

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Being the Riddler’s criminal sidekick…

Tim Drake x Male Reader

Warnings: superhero violence, implied child abuse, horrible parents, mentions of sex…

Summary: Tim meets the Riddler’s sidekick for the first time and finds himself quite charmed by him…

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How did you end up as the Riddler’s right hand man?

Well, the answer was simple: ”Why not?”

You grew up in a rough household, your father was an deadbeat alchoholic and your mother had left him for the divorce lawyer and his house in the suburbs.

She left you, she left you alone with the man that she was escaping from, imagine the impact that has on a childs psyche.

So from then on you followed one rule: Trust no one.

When you entered your teenage years you escaped from your father as soon as possible on to the streets of Gotham. Which is no place for a child.

Soon you found your way into crime which also led you to the Riddler.

You were at a bar looking for a new job when you saw the Riddler trying to convince a couple of men to join him as his henchmen. They however were not convinced to join him though as they didn’t like the idea that he quite literally gives clues for the cops and Batman to find him.

You however saw it as an oppurtunity, Riddler was already infamous and if he was this desperate for help it might lead to you getting a bigger cut of whatever scheme he had come up with.

So when the other men left you walked over to the Riddler and sat down across from him. ”Looks like your having some trouble, what if i could be of some assistance” you said. ”Yeah, because a teenager is exactly the muscle my operation needs” he said sarcastically.

”Oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t see the line of people wating to work for you” you said sarcastically.

The Riddler then smirked and said ”You’re in”.

He took you to his lair and introduced to his henchwomen ”Query and Echo” who were dressed as what could only be described as S&M biker chicks.

You went on to become the Riddler’s own sidekick, he gave you the nickname ”Clue”. You had become his close follower as well as one of the only three people who could sass the Riddler without getting shot.

He even let you nickname him ”Eddie”

Though getting this job wasn’t only sunshine and rainbows, it put a bigger target on your back by the authorities. After a botched mission you were arrested and became the youngest person ever sent to Arkham Asylum.

Not that you really deserved to be there you weren’t a mass murdering maniac but your close association to the Riddler probably made people assume you were… that or the judge was feeling extra pissy that day in court.

While in Arkham you met both Penguin and Two Face who offred you a job but you decided to stick by Riddler.

And you were right to do so as he soon broke you out of Arkham.

Then it was back to work…

Two years later…

You, Riddler, Query and Echo had stolen valuables from a museum, that you, Query and Echo were now trying to calculate how much you could sell it for. Meanwhile Riddler was gloating about his genius riddles and traps he had left behind for the dynamic duo to find.

As if on cue Batman and Robin smashed right through the window landing in front of you, Query and Echo. ”Oh, Batsy and Sparrow, what a surprise!” you said sarcastically standing up.

”But an unwelcomed one at that, get him girls” you told the two henchwoman who swiftly attacked the Batman.

”Robin, go get Clue, i’ll take care of these two and find Riddler” Batman commanded his sidekick. The black-haired superhero ran towards you. You grabbed a baseball bat and pointed the end towards Robin. ”Been a while Dove, i’ve missed you”.

”Do you have a list of birds just to avoid saying my name?” Robin asked annoyed. ”You tell me Peacock” you taunted. Robin brought out his staff and you started exchanging blows.

He managed to disarm you from the bat with his staff. So you ran up to him and grabbed his staff and ripped it out of his hand and threw it aside and you continued your fight.

Your fight had brought you to a staircase and you playing dirty as usual pushed him down it. Though unfortunately enough for you he grabbed your jacket and pulled you down with him. When both of you landed at the bottom of the stairs, both of you were now twisting in pain.

”Not my best idea” you said to yourself you said rubbing your forehead in pain. ”You’ve ever had one?” Robin asked equally in pain making you glare at him. ”Can we take like a 3 minute break?” you asked sitting up leaning against a wall. ”Can’t believe i’m agreeing to this but sure” Robin said as he did the same.

Both of you were sweaty and breathing heavily from your fight. ”So… how’s your day been” you asked casually slipping a cigarette in to your mouth and lighting it. ”Your really asking me that?” he asked semi-annoyed and very confused. ”Yeah, why not?, want one?” You asked, offering him a cigarette. He shook his head still very confused how casual you were treating this.

Robin then looked around and stated ”Gotta admit for a secret villain lair this place is quite cozy”. ”Right, Query and Echo decorated it, my room is right down the hallway to the right, they helped me put together an Ikea bed”.

”So i’ll ask again, how was your day?” you asked casually taking another puff of the cigarette. Tim was confused by the casual conversation the two of you were having but maybe this would be a good distraction.

”It was decent, got a coffee, finished some work and you know now i’m here” Tim answered. ”Cool cool” you said blowing some smoke. ”How was your’s?” Robin asked.

”Good, i stole some stuff, it was fun” you said cheerfully and Robin gave what almost sounded like a small chuckle.

You then stared at him and asked with a cigarette between your lips ”Wanna fuck?”.

”What?!” Robin questioned loudly starting to cough from breathing in the smoke. ”Sorry, i just heard Batman gets it on with Catwoman so i assumed you know…” you said putting out the cigarette.

”I mean it’s not like that, you’re attractive and stuff, it’s just you know bad guy and all that stuff…” Robin said making you laugh. ”Yeah, it’s fine Parrot, i get it” you said while laughing. You then stood up ”Well, i gotta get going, bye bye birdy” and you started sprinting through the hallway.

Tim stood up to run after you but you pressed a button on a remote making a bunch turrets appear from the walls targeting him. Tim ran up the stairs the two of you had fallen down as they started shooting. He ran back to the main room where Batman was cuffing Riddler to a chair.

”Did you get Clue?” Batman asked. ”No, he got away” Tim answered disappointed. ”Echo and Query got away too, they’re probably regrouping” Batman explained.

They left as GCPD arrived to take Riddler away and Tim thought back on what Clue had said to him more specifically the ”Wanna fuck?” part, he found himself thinking ”What if i said ”Yes””.

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bigskydreaming · 2 years

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In all seriousness, there’s a line Jason has in this issue that’s so unintentionally meta I might have to write a thousand posts about it.

Its the ‘but I always knew someday you’d screw up worse than anyone’ line, for me.

I feel like that’s at the heart of a lot of fandom issues. Specifically the way we’re always complaining about how Dick’s vilified for like, saying insensitive things sometimes with it treated like that’s comparable to times Jason’s physically attacked his brothers or Bruce has literally been abusive, etc, etc. Or how people are sometimes almost DESPERATE to treat “Dick threw Jason into Arkham/wanted to send Tim there” as something he actually did instead of just wild misrepresentations or outright fanon inventions.

Because the thing is.....like I’m always saying, Dick is not a perfect character! He messes up! But he doesn’t have a lot of history of doing explicitly terrible/harmful things to his friends and family OUTSIDE of times when he’s like....brainwashed or mind controlled.....but in large part this is because of how damn OFTEN he’s brainwashed and mind controlled to make him an antagonist to his friends and family! And that’s NOT to his character’s benefit, like, at ALL.

BUT I think a lot of fans of other characters PERCEIVE it to be. They look at the things other people hold against their own faves, and then look at Dick being mind controlled when he does his worst shit as like him getting some kind of free pass that lets him off the hook in the way their own faves aren’t for their worst moments. But again...these stories are not to Dick’s benefit! They hardly ever do ANYTHING to actually develop or advance his character. In most of them he’s at best a passenger or passive bystander in what’s supposed to be a story ABOUT him. At worst he’s all of that AND still blamed or held accountable IN CANON for the very things he had no agency in doing whatsoever....

And while yeah, there are always going to be Dick Grayson fans who make a big deal about how these things weren’t his fault and try and write fix-it fics for all of that, that’s literally no different from the way fans of ALL characters try to reframe, defend or fix worst behaviors of their faves.....

There is a fundamental discrepancy still, at the heart of this all. The awareness that acknowledged or not, characters aren’t responsible for what they’re written doing when they’re literally not in control of their own actions....versus responsible for what they’re written doing while traumatized or struggling, but still ultimately the only person in the driver’s seat of their own behavior.

And I think there’s a certain...resentment, built around the fact that for a lot of the shit Dick gets vilified for in fandom, fanon, and even in a lot of canon....we CAN say....you do know that he was literally brainwashed at the time? That he was amnesiac and with none of the learned behaviors or personality characteristics he’s spent the last fifteen years of his life cultivating? That he literally wasn’t himself at the time in a way that’s simply not true of various other characters who have at times lashed out in moments of trauma or hurt that are understandable but still not actually okay simply because they’re understandable?

And so I think that kinda...builds up, and tends to look for an outlet in the many ways people try and treat relatively minor infractions of Dick’s when he IS the only one responsible, as being on the same level as the more major ones of other characters.

As well as in the way it often feels like many fans are kinda just....WAITING for the moment that Dick ‘fucks up’ on par with the various things that are held against certain other characters.

Almost as if they feel they’re owed that kinda fuck up from his character, to level the playing field or whatever.

And like....that’s....not how that works? At all?

But hey, this is just me spitballing here. I’m just saying I think there’s at least something to this idea.

#tuesday spoilers #DC spoilers

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katmaatui · 2 years

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24, 26 for Starfire, 32, 40, 45 for Dick Grayson

24.) Ship(s) that makes you cringe.

For Kory, I honestly have only seen two things I don't like, both of which are based on RHatO so my hatred tracks. Its Jayfire and Joyfire. The way they are written will always hurt Kory, and Roy too usually.

26.) What’s the worst costume design for [Kory]?

RHatO outfit one hundred percent. What, what is this? It looks so uncomfortable, and there is no way those boobs are staying up.

32.) Which character got a solo that didn’t deserve one?

Should I be a one trip pony and say Jason, again? Nah. I’ll be different and say Harley Quinn, a character I hate so much I edited her out of a cover I used as my homescreen. She is boring and I want to give her space over to Roy or Kory (with a good author).

40.) What’s your most detested plot point?

I’m going to go with a Nightwing plot point, and hmmm. I’m split between the recent “Bats of Christmas Past” story that made teenager Dick responsible for ruining Christmas because BRUCE didn’t call. (Oh yeah to that person I told that I would write an essay over it, its coming eventually. I just got busy right after I told you that.) Or I do hate Death of the Family aka the plot point where somehow Joker manages to beat all of the batmembers, trick them into thinking he cut off their faces, and put in chairs they couldn’t escape but Bruce could escape easily. You can see why its detested.

45.) What’s the worst take you’ve seen about [Dick] (popular or not)?

The Robin situation and his role in it. First thing, actually Alfred was the one to first give Damian, Robin. This meant that if Dick were to keep Tim as Robin, then he would have to take away the one thing that said that they even wanted or cared about Damian from a traumatized 10 year old assassin. Second, Dick never abandoned Tim, threw him into Arkham, or whatever other things people make up to trash on him. What actually happened was that Tim pushed everyone away while hanging onto what really was at that point a wild goose chase. They had Bruce’s body. There was no reason to think he had traveled through time. Thirdly, Tim forgave Dick years ago for what happened. It was literally like the 11 issue of Red Robin and they were getting along great. Finally, please stop taking everything that happens in Red Robin as perfectly unbiased because Tim even admits that he is unreliable. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#I really didn't realize how much pent up anger I had over the Robin issue #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #Koriand'r #Anti Rhato #Ask Reply #Ask games #Edit: I fixed the name of the recent Nightwing story that annoyed me #I accidently mentioned one of the other stories in the issue by accident #I was referring to 'Bats of Christmas Past' not 'Carol of the Bats'

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iphoenixrising · 3 years

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DickTim Week 2021: Day 5 Winged!Talon Tim au

So. another dual prompt and I really regret nothing about this one tbh. I took tomorrow’s Talon and today’s Wings and made a Winged!Talon!Tim fic. Of course, I talked to the wonderful babes on Capes & Coffee about a what if combination and this just, whew. Careful, it might break your heart a little, but damn if it isn’t an interesting idea.

Not beta read, so don't be a hater :D

Previous Talon!Tim universe posts: The initial idea, Babe and I talking it out, Talon Training Ask, Ra’s vs the Court, Talon and Ra’s, Talon and Ra’s take 2, Talon and Shiva short.

Watching B take on the new and improved Talon is really the entertainment of the year.

Once upon a time it had taken all of them plus more to take down as much of the Court of Owls as humanly possible. Of course, like rats, the Bats knew there would be no way to get the entire Court or all the Talons, not when the upper echelons of Gotham had spent the better part of 200 years creating, storing, training, and obtaining more.

Politicians were investigated, corrupt cops removed, and criminals burrowed underground once word of what the capes did to save the day got passed around.

For the first time in years, crime in Gotham was at an all time low.

But, as the coin flip dictates, nothing good lasts forever. Trouble is always brewing below the surface to eventually rise to the top and try to take over.

Case in point:

The Bats of Gotham have come up against a new threat wearing the signature Talon armor, and the call goes out to all available capes for help taking on the undead mercenary before another crime family ends up in the Obituaries rather than Blackgate.

The fact the Court is still up and running after the Batfamily took them down in a fiery blaze that ended with all their Talons gone, Sensei exposed, and most the ruling families imprisoned or poisoned by Lincoln March, is like a kick to the abdomen after they closed that particular book. Worse, with a new Talon soldier is sighted running around Gotham, another circus kid has been kidnapped and turned into the right hand of the Court of Owls. Dick, with his absolute survivors guilt, is the one to make going after the Talon and whoever is still behind the scenes a top priority.

Which is how they find themselves in the middle of Knight’s Stadium facing down a Talon that is too short to be March. Red Hood, Nightwing, Robin, Batgirl, and Black Bat pretty much got their asses handed to them in the first twelve minutes. Pretty hard to understand until you take into account the new and improved Talon facing them now is terrifying in a completely different way than most undead assassins are.

He knows them.

He knows them in ways that lets him fight fast and furious with vicious accuracy, striking at weaknesses few of the vigilantes of Gotham realized they even had.

He isn't as big as Lincoln or even Cobb, not nearly as old. He hasn't been kept in cryostasis waiting for the next generation to need his skills. He doesn't have creaks in his joints from being put on deep freeze too many times.

This one is silent and efficient, obviously trained in multiple types of martial arts, is highly proficient with or without the standard Talon knives, is a master tactician, counters the majority of their moves with alarming consistency–

and the fucking Talon has wings.

Honest-to-God wings.

Everyone had assumed the metal monstrosities on his back were weapons of some kind, but the glint of steel in the streetlight flash a warning before the lumps moved in an arch, extending far out past his shoulder blades, slicing into Red Hood’s body suit with a razor-sharp edge, shredding the armor like paper.

It’s not enough he’s got weapons obviously made specifically for his skill set, it’s not enough he’s an assassin and doesn’t hold to the same standards of non-lethal combat, it’s not enough that he can use his wings to fly or to fight like he’s using another limb to kick the shit out of them, and it’s not enough that he effortlessly counters so many of their attacks that he has to have some kind of inside information on all of them and their fighting styles.

The knives are definitely a thing when the Talon can throw them hard enough to penetrate parts of their suits in between armored plating, which further drives the theory that this is a person they’ve dealt with before. Intimately. Few people in the world know how their suits are made. Even more, few people know particulars enough when their suits are constantly reconstructed.

The only thing on their side that tipped the scales in their favor–

–the Batman.

The wings threw him off his game, obviously, but not enough to stop B from holding his own with swift and merciless force.

It's like watching a dance of fast and furious fists, blades in Talon's hands glinting deadly in the night, finding B's suit over and over and over until he's made it to blood and bone. He takes every hit the Batman can dish out, head snapping back, left, and right with the volley of jaw-breaking blows and bone-shattering kicks.

None of it gives the Talon pause. When a move makes him drop a blade, another is already in hand, cutting into their body suits, wings flipping out to defend or distract, sweeping moves and well coordinated attacks.

The unnatural appendages are like another arm, another leg, an extension working on the same central nervous system, regardless as to how the Court managed to make it happen.

A jump kick off a trash can is a lucky shot as a wing catches B in the ribs hard enough to knock him into the wall of Mike's Famous Hotdogs. The only thing saving the Dark Knight from a concussion or permanent brain damage is the plating in his cowl.

It gives the Talon enough time to make a final bid for a battered Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin struggling to their feet again, eyes for their fallen mentor.

Before he can lunge forward to start the attack yet again, the Talon just stops, pauses like he’s stuck or something, and in the span of a breath, both wings extend fully, flap powerfully once to propel him up into the Gotham night.

O tries her best to track his flight through the city, but no one’s arms are working well enough to toss a tracker on him.

She loses him over Cape Carmine, slams her palms against her system in frustration, makes sure she gets as much footage from the confrontation as possible.

After some sleep and a whole lot of bandages and ice packs, the Bat family meets in the Cave to watch the footage, breakdown the Talon’s fighting style, his weaponry, and make theories on his identity.

O helps out with readings she has of electronic pulses she managed to capture coming from the armor over his wings. She thinks she might be able to use it to track him if they can get close enough for her equipment to ping the signal again.

B makes a trip to Arkham since Freeze apparently hasn’t stopped producing the formula used to put Talons in cryostasis.

It’s not until Gotham’s power grid has a massive surge that O and the Bats can pinpoint a possible location, all of them invested in one hell of a fight to get the last rats still scurrying in the underground.

The plan of attack comes together smoothly once they’ve scoped out the location, seen the shady activity, and together, they make one hell of a plan.

And because, you know, Gotham, it is completely normal for the Court of Owl's headquarters to have a skylight.

Natch.

For this one, they've got Batgirl and Black Bat, Red Hood and Robin, Nightwing and B, a real family affair.

O's quiet voice over comms leading them through the maze of traps and empty rooms, abandoned libraries and spooky ball rooms. The laboratory isn't the most horrific they've all ever seen (because the Joker's summer place is literally the stuff of nightmares), but a few of them do gag on the smell alone.

The plan, however, goes horribly awry when the clear sounds of tormented screaming echoes from right under their reinforced bootheels.

Black Bat's fists clench hard, her breathing wheezes out when the tone, the utter agony goes right through her.

A shudder slides up Robin's spine as all of them turn toward the noise.

Without a flicker or a word, the Batman moves, strafing in the shadows toward the sound. He can't assume it's an innocent civilian with something the Court wants, but he's betting on the fact that scream will lead them to whoever is running the show.

The medieval room has bars and reinforced locks, implements hanging on the wall. The cement brick is stained rust colored with old blood, the vestiges of training, and the awful realization they've found another hidden niche in the city that always existed right under their noses is punctuated with the abrupt drop in temperature, with the sudden charge in the air, with the zzzzcrack snapping beyond the door, replaced with a muted buzzing Robin can feel in his back teeth.

B is already on his way to the roof, Batgirl down through the floor vent while Nightwing picks the locks with fast precision, knocking the tumblers around.

Robin and Red Hood stay close to the reinforced door, balancing on the balls of their feet, katana and .45s at the ready.

Black Bat takes the high road, ceiling tiles giving way under her Bat-a-rang. She gives a sharp nod before she's up and gone.

"All right. Ready?" Nightwing stands, cracks his neck, flips his escrimas in both hands, works his shoulders to prepare for the strain of each blow he plans to give.

"Ya betcha ass," Hood murmurs low, a cut figure with both guns at his sides, gloved fingers on the trigger guard.

"Don't disappoint," Robin snarls, "either of you."

"Nice pep talk, squirt," Nightwing snickers.

"Tt, back up your mouth with action."

"Better shuddap, Demon. Golden Boy ain't fuckin' 'round. Neither is the Bat. We get one more chance a' this asshole. We ain't gonna blow it again, ya feel me?"

"Finally, something we agree on, Hood."

"Other than N's shitty mullet?"

Nightwing swiftly glares at them both over his shoulder, unconsciously putting himself front and center of the trio, ready to be the first in once they get the signal.

– which is the sound of the glass raining down from the heavens.

Three booted feet kick the door hard enough to take it off the hinges, lying against the faded stains like a fallen body.

First step in the room is the complete opposite to what they'd all been expecting.

The two Owl masks aren't the usual, but a perversion of the originals, crudely drawn yawning mouths complete with fangs dripping blood.

But.

The boy on his knees, arms in a binder holding the appendages hostage at a painful angle, is dripping the real thing. Rivulets down his chest and where his back is partially visible. Some from the base of the wings going into the back of his shoulder blades where the skin is torn and raw.

The bar gag shoved in his mouth doesn't take away from the splatters on his chin, the bruising on his face, the swollen eye. But it's his wings that makes the Bats falter from the initial rushing attack.

His wings are without the armor, are bound straight up above his restrained body with hooks grotesquely puncturing through the downy softness, desecrating the beauty with blood and gore. The angle makes the pull to his back where the wings are part of him just another agony on top of atrocity.

"Fuck," from the first Owl mask, and a swift move frees the Talon's bound arms, the appendages flopping uselessly to the floor, only his trapped, tortured wings keeping him up on his knees.

The second Owl shoves the first back, "let him take care of them. Let's get out of here!"

The first Owl snarls out something low and foreign, the phrases rolling off his tongue.

The words lock into place, and the Talon's head snaps up, snarling around the gag in his mouth.

When his face is finally, finally visible, the protectors of Gotham are frozen in their tracks.

Familiar violet-blue eyes, too-long blue-black hair, cut jawline and pointed nose. Tiny scar on his right cheek from the time he caught Ra's al Ghul's ring across the face.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," is barely heard through the Red Hood's synths and in no way fully expresses his utter horror at what these dirty motherfuckers have done.

Robin wretches, bile burning the back of his throat once those eyes swing up to the masked parody of the Owls and his bare upper body is visible through the blood and sweat on his chest, when the scars peeking through on his collar bones form a half-visible Y-incision, when the coloring of the bared wings now makes sense (robin's wings, Damian Wayne thinks with his heart beating pitter patter fast, and his stomach in knots, they put robin's wings on him...).

And the hurt, agonized noise coming out of Nightwing's chest is the only noise he can make when those dimmed, dazed eyes swing from the Owls back to the vigilantes frozen in their spots, when there's no spark of joy or fondness or stubbornness he's so used to seeing staring him down.

The errant thought, the first instinct, is the only humane way to deal with this new Talon is to put him down for good wars with the man behind the mask that only wants to reach out, wants to pull the Talon into his body and curve over, to scream at the injustice of it all, to rail at himself for not even suspecting.

Another switch flipped and the hooks release his wings, blood splattering on top the old stains.

"Get them! Don't fuck it up this time or you won't get another chance," the second Owl shoves the Talon's injured shoulder in the direction of the horrified vigilantes.

They don't even bother to take the gag out of his mouth before setting him on his target.

A flap of wings, and the Talon is on his feet again, swaying only slightly. He's in the boots and pants from earlier, the rest of his uniform tossed carelessly behind him by his tormentors. A sweep of his feet and the knives glint in bare palms, a whisper of a sound.

The curved, clawed blade glints in the overhead light when the Talon raises it and cuts the strap of the bar gag in his bloody mouth, turns his head to spit it out without looking away from the vigilantes.

The Batman, grim and stoic in the face of this surprising turn of events, gives the barest nod. From her hiding spot behind the complex machinery, Black Bat takes off after the running Owl members, leaving the rest of the family to deal with their former third Robin.

The wings flinchingly flare out and their former bird hunches over, ready for the attack.

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait,” the Red Hood removes the helmet, leaves the domino underneath. He keeps one hand out in peace, slowly dipping down to put his helmet on the ground. “Is us, Tim. Timmy. Baby Bird. Is us. Yer family. Gotta lookit us, yeah?”

For the first time, the Talon speaks, “who’s Tim?”

And then he lunges.

The fight happens very differently this time.

The former power behind the punches is obviously dulled with the Talon’s identity reveal. He doesn’t hold back, is utterly ruthless with his attacks. He takes out B’s right knee, puts Hood down on the stained floor, knocks Robin into the wall with crushing force, and slams Batgirl’s head off the operating table.

He stands over Nightwing, wicked blade in hand and robin’s wings spread wide. He takes a knee, the sharp edge right above N’s adam’s apple, staring down impassively into the whiteouts.

“Timmy,” N spits blood, grunting when one knee pins his arm down. “Timmy, please. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I love you and I’m sorry they did this to you.”

Those eyes don’t change in the slightest. “You should not have tried to oppose the Owls.”

“We beat them once,” Nightwing gasps, “and you helped us, Baby Bird. You were with us then, don’t you remember.”

“I was nothing before the Court perfected me,” the Talon replies emotionlessly.

“You were perfect before they ever touched you.”

“No,” and the Talon leans down, puts them a breath away. “The only thing you and those others do is put the criminals back in prison, back in Arkham for them to escape again, for them to kill and destroy over and over again. Like this, I can stop them permanently.”

“Oh Timmy,” and behind the whiteouts, Nightwing’s eyes spill over, his vision wavery. “Timmy–”

“Don’t call me that. Stop calling me that.”

“You know me, you know us. You have to remember–”

“Lies. All of it lies!”

Nightwing’s chest stutters, his fist clenching, “it’s not. None of it is. Not even this–”

And he’s fast enough to grab the back of the Talon’s neck, to lean up enough against the blade pressed against his throat, can bring their mouths together, can kiss him like he’s dying and the Talon is the only thing that can save him.

It’s sloppy and awkward because the Talon doesn’t know what’s happening, gasps against the vigilante’s mouth. The tongue sliding over his, the muffled moan in his mouth sparks something in the back of his brain where the Court of Owls could never touch.

When Nightwing pulls back, stares up at wide violet-blue eyes, when the blade falls away to clatter against the block, when the Talon’s mouth trembles and tears fill his eyes, when his wings flutter and falter, fold in on them both, when his voice goes hoarse with, “D-Dick?” Nightwing throws both arms around his waist and holds on.

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carrotkicks · 3 years

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My brother told me about the arkham myth and he READ red robin. multiple times. he owns 3/4 trades. that's how widespread this myth is. i learned about it from the red robin nerd himself and he told it to me as if it were fact. actually idk if he knows it's not true, despite him literally owning the comic

huh. well, maybe people just,,, don't care about whether it's true or not? to give Tim more to angst about?

but hasn't he had enough angst? dc literally threw him and Dick into the traumalympics throughout the 00s, i think he needs some break.

#ask

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movedyoakkemae · 3 years

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dick & bruce throughout the years.

trigger warnings: eating disorders, murder, child abuse, allusions to rape, allusions to suicidal behaviours.

Dick and Bruce have a very complicated relationship that has gone from being great to terrible to mellowed to terrible to mellow again. I’d like to preface this that I don’t hate Bruce -- he is not a perfect father, and he does care very much for Dick, but in some ways, that isn’t enough when coupled with some of the actions that he has taken. Despite the fact that, at twenty-five, Dick has forgiven Bruce for a lot of his faults over the years, he has not forgotten.

For the sake of ease, I’ve split this meta into sections of the vague timeline and, sometimes, differences in their interactions. Like everything in Dick’s backstory, this is a mix of canon, fanon, and my own headcanons. I will not push this on Bruce writers and if there’s stuff not canon to your Bruce, I’m willing to adjust.

Early Robin Years. (Ages 9 - 14).

Dick was a relatively angry and traumatised kid from his parents’ murder, and when he first moved into the manor, he didn’t want a parent in Bruce. He wanted his parents back. He was belligerent towards anything he felt was parental affection. He also had terrible nightmares and night terrors, to the point where he wouldn’t sleep most nights. He also wouldn’t eat much -- a few pieces of fruit here and there.

When Dick was training to be Robin, he actually ended up doing a lot better. He still couldn’t sleep through the night, but he actually could sleep for five-six hours instead of two-three. He also started eating more (even if he still didn’t have much of an appetite), and things got even better when he started patrolling as Robin.

This, in part, is why Bruce wasn’t as reluctant to let Dick out as Robin as some reasonable parents might expect him to be. Well, in a lot of ways, he was, but seeing how being Robin positively affected Dick, he couldn’t bare to stop him from being Robin.

Their relationship was probably the healthiest during this time period. Bruce had been exactly what he needed in an adult figure at this time, and despite not labelling as “father and son” between them, it was very clearly a father and son relationship to most outsiders. In some ways, perhaps more of a father and an adult son, with Dick oftentimes being Bruce’s emotional support, but Bruce also would ground Dick to make sure he did his homework, and that’s not what one does with an adult son.

However, when Dick was eleven and Two Face beat him into unconsciousness, Bruce did fire Dick as Robin for the first time. Dick ran away from Wayne Manor and joined the junior League of Assassins as “Freddy Lloyd”. Alfred was the one who went in search of Dick while Bruce dealt with the Arkham escapees. Bruce and Dick crossed paths, and Bruce and Dick together took down the leader of the junior League of Assassins and Bruce said that he would rehire Dick again as Robin if he listened to his instructions. Dick agreed, and the two of them went to take down Two-Face.

Also, just a general note, it’s Dick who cajoles Bruce into making friends with who would eventually be the other members of the Justice League, which includes Clark, since Clark and Bruce didn’t meet until after Dick came into Bruce’s life. Dick was often, even as a little kid, teaching Bruce to connect to other people ( and, sometimes, how ).

Late Robin Years. (Ages 14 - 18).

However, Dick and Bruce were feeling that same strain when Dick started to make his own decisions and founded the Titans (along with the rest of the Fab Five). Bruce was dealing with his “my child is growing up” phrase that all parents eventually go through and was dealing with it... poorly. It wasn’t so bad while Dick was still fourteen, but when Dick reached sixteen and was starting to go out on dates and hanging out with the Titans more, they started to get into a lot more arguments.

Also, at this point, both of them were emotionally against their original deal (”You’re not my dad.” “I don’t want to replace your father.”) and Dick did think of Bruce as a father figure and Bruce did think of Dick as a son. However, Dick was feeling the strain of being unsure of whether or not Bruce actually wanted him around because he cared about him or because Bruce wanted to control him. Bruce was not helping in matters because he didn’t outright say that he cared about Dick and was aggressive in his worry.

This all came to an explosive conclusion when Dick gets fired from being Robin after being shot by the Joker. As I mention here, Dick had assumed that being fired meant that Bruce was kicking him out of the manor and out of his life, so he left and moved into the Titans Tower full-time. (A lot of the Titans had to be stopped from heading to Gotham and kicking Bruce’s ass).

Nightwing & Batman Years (Ages 18 - 23).

In the beginning of Dick’s rise to Nightwing, their relationship was still contentious. Dick had all but assumed that Bruce threw him out, and Bruce didn’t really do anything to mitigate these thoughts. They didn’t speak to each other for a year (aside from maybe an awkward phone call or two) until Jason was adopted by Bruce.

As I mention in my Dick & Jason meta, as found here, Dick did not take out his anger towards Bruce on Jason. Instead, he came into the manor and asked Bruce why wasn’t he adopted by him (although, he didn’t begrudge the fact that Jason had been). Bruce admitted that he missed Dick but then asked him to immediately leave the manor. Dick, hurt and reeling from both what he wanted and then having it taken away, did as Bruce asked him to. This caused another bout of silence between the two of them until Dick found out that Jason became Robin.

In this, Dick became furious. Bruce fired him for getting injured in the line-of-duty and not putting his full focus in Gotham once, and now Bruce was going to take his mother’s name and his family’s colours and give it to Jason? Dick stormed into Gotham and nearly came to blows with Bruce about it, and there was a lot of tension throughout their relationship.

This came to a head when Jason dies while Dick was in space and Bruce didn’t even give him a call about it. Dick arrives and Bruce is immediately confrontational and Dick tells Bruce that he wasn’t there to fight. Bruce continues being confrontational and Dick rises up in response when he feels that Bruce is blaming him. Bruce punches Dick in the face when he thinks that Dick is blaming him for Jason’s death and then shouts an angry tirade and officially breaks all ties with Dick.

Regardless of his age and the fact that Bruce was mourning and that both were eventually confrontational, I do consider this punch to be child abuse. This, coupled with Dick also mourning Jason’s loss and assuming that he wasn’t considered to be family, causes the silence between Dick and Bruce to become frosty.

Tim in a lot of ways saved Bruce’s life but also saved Dick and Bruce’s relationship. When Tim came into the picture, he managed to get Dick and Bruce to reconcile as well, as it helped that Dick often times came into Gotham to hang out with Tim a lot more than he did with Jason (due to guilt over the fact that he wasn’t 100% around for Jason when Jason needed him). It took a while, but Dick eventually forgave Bruce and they began speaking again, even if it was awkward and stilted at first.

Bruce during this time even admitted to Dick that he does think of Dick as his son and that he feels guilty over the fact that he didn’t adopt Dick when he was a kid and that he was genuinely proud of how Dick grew up, which was great and one of the few times that Bruce was actually emotionally available for Dick.

Now, my thoughts on the Blockbuster and Tarantula plotline will be its own meta later, but a lot of Dick’s denial about what happened with Tarantula caused him to focus more on what happened with Blockbuster and Bruce’s reaction to the fact that Dick essentially allowed Blockbuster to die. (There is, in part, fear of what Bruce’s reaction to be if he found out what happened on that rooftop, but Dick buries it down. Pretends it doesn’t exist).

Bruce’s confrontation with Dick when Dick was suicidal was both good and kind of worrying, with him being aggressive but saying a lot of what Dick needed to hear. Dick felt a little bit more confident that Bruce wasn’t going to kick him out or hate him for his role in Blockbuster’s death, and the two of them were a bit better for it.

In my timeline, two years later, Dick was adopted by Bruce when he was 22. Dick signed the papers without hesitation, but he didn’t attach “-Wayne” to his last name. He still didn’t feel comfortable with calling Bruce “Dad” to his face, and very rarely did he refer to Bruce as “Dad” or “his father” internally or to the other siblings. In some ways, the lateness of the adoption made him feel awkward, but it still mostly strengthen the idea that Bruce wasn’t just going to throw Dick away.

There isn’t much to say on their relationship while the family thought Bruce was dead. Dick missed Bruce a lot and wished he hadn’t been dead.

Back-to-Nightwing & Grayson & Back-to-Nightwing-Again Years (Ages 24 - Present).

Dick had spent some time when Bruce was back as another Batman but bowed out after a few days because he assumed that Bruce and Damian would want to have the time to relearn how to be father and son again without him in the picture. Dick also knew that he would eventually flip his shit @ Bruce in another argument, and he didn’t want Damian to see that, so he left.

By leaving as early as he did and without waiting for another fall-out to emerge, Dick and Bruce actually had a good relationship until Forever Evil happened.

Bruce, so upset over the fact that he had to watch Dick die in front of him, reacts in absolutely the worst way possible -- literally gets into a fist-fight with Dick and forces him to go undercover while making Dick be complicit in keeping the secret of him being alive from the family. This is the worst absolute fucking thing Bruce could have done at this point and, literally, I will never forget this.

Dick was pissed when he came back from being Grayson, but he swallowed it back down because Damian was alive and he didn’t want anything to stain both his and Damian’s return. He was so absolutely furious, though, that Bruce had kept Damian’s return from him because Bruce knew that Dick would have given up on Spyral and came back if he knew Damian had come back to life.

Still, he didn’t argue with Bruce, didn’t even argue with his family members who blamed him solely for the Spyral and him “lying” about being dead. He took that blame, left for the newly rebuilt Bludhaven, and is trying to ignore everything that went down around the whole Agent Grayson debacle. He’s mostly succeeded and is good at acting like everything’s 100% alright between him and Bruce on his side.

Just in general, Dick is always worried about what Bruce thinks of him. He never thinks he’s good enough for Bruce, even though Bruce could say over and over again that he thinks of Dick as being better than him in almost every way. In most instances, Bruce doesn’t apologise for things, Dick has to reach out himself and fix things, and then Dick takes on the burden of Bruce’s lack of emotional responsibilities and has to “understand” Bruce and why he won’t apologise.

In a lot of ways, their dynamic is unhealthy. Dick really feels the need on taking on the role of Bruce’s emotional support and takes the brunt of Bruce’s lack of emotional intelligence. Often times, Dick internalises it as being his fault. They do really love and care for each other, but Bruce just needs to be not only a better father, but also a better person and be able to apologise for his mistakes. He has on occasion, or has risen to the occasion and actually shared his emotions in a positive way, but not always.

Dick doesn’t hesitate to call Bruce out when Bruce is being shit to the rest of the family, but sometimes with when it happens to him, it’s a mixed bag. Sometimes he calls Bruce out about it, sometimes he internalises it. It’s not always Bruce’s fault whenever Dick internalises his perception of Bruce’s negative opinion, but Bruce could be doing more to showcase that he would always love, care, and support Dick. It also doesn’t help that sometimes he gives mixed signals in that regard (i.e., telling Dick he missed him and then immediately telling him to get out of the manor).

They love each other, but Bruce especially needs to be better at communicating and needs to actually reach out more in a way that’s not confrontational or condescending or ignorant to the fact that Dick is an adult but still his kid. Bruce is often times good at small gestures but bad at emotional conversations, and sometimes Dick needs that.

Some metas written by other people that I feel also encapsulate how I feel about Dick & Bruce really well.

The “Don’t Be My Parent” v. “Why the fuck didn’t you adopt me?” & Bruce’s failings as a parent during this.

Dick & Bruce’s mixture of friends, brothers, and father & son.

#⤷ dick g.【 ❝ well get traught or get dead. ❞ 】metas.#save me holy shit #how am i writing THIS MUCH for a meta yet can't even get 100 words on actual writing #OR EVEN WRITE A BIO TF #long post //#mentions of eating disorders //#mentions of murder //#mentions of child abuse //#mentions of rape //#mentions of suicide //

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xatanna-troy · 4 years

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When the Dark Knight almost killed for his children.

and no one knew.

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He should’ve seen it coming. He should’ve anticipated it. He should’ve been prepared. But he wasn’t.

Another criminal at large was terrorizing the city. It started with murders, then bombings, and soon gas homocides. Batman was on his trail for weeks; and everytime another day passed, another innocent life was added onto the list. The criminal didn’t bother to conceal his identity, neither did he make any demands. He just caused the chaos. While some speculated that the Joker was behind the murders, or maybe Scarecrow, but both of them were spending their sentence in Arkham, and were apparently enjoying the show.

Batman had finally found his location, his frustrations taking its peak when he gathered his sons and daughter to go after the criminal. Every moment the criminal heartlessly took a life, it was placed on the dark knight’s conscience. Batman had the option of going in alone, or maybe just taking robin with him; but it seemed his oldest sons had other plans.

Apparently the criminal was an escaped prisoner from Blüdhaven prison, and had a long line of sexual assault reports to answer to, which prompted Nightwing and Red hood to join in the fight.

But if he knew it would’ve been a bad idea, he would’ve chained his children to the cave and left them there.

Orphan and Red Robin were taking the back entry of the warehouse, Nightwing and Red hood in the front while Batman and Robin took the top. The silence of the location was palpable, as Batman had to constantly keep check on Red hood and Robin to make sure they don’t do anything brash.

The plan went accordingly. Only the criminal had his own plan too. Traps were set around the entire perimeter, making him wonder how he missed it. It was clear to Bruce that this was no ordinary man; he was smart, he was calculating, he wasn’t your regular psychopath.

The comms scrambled as they entered the warehouse, eliminating any methods of contact between their partners as they carefully trudged through the large area. Batman could only rely and trust in his sons and daughters’ instincts and hope that they find each other before anything destructive happens.

But they didn’t.

“BATMAN!” A scream echoed through the darkness, and his heart lurched at the sound of Red Robin’s voice. If Tim was yelling for help, it only meant nothing good was happening. But he couldn’t leave the warehouse, not yet, not when he’s so close to catching this guy.

“Robin. Go.”

Robin made a sound of protest, but the infamous bat glare shut him up, and he followed his father’s orders and left in the direction of the sound. Batman continued his investigation of the warehouse, keeping wary as his cowl enabled him to see through the dark.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM ! SLAM!

Loud noises of metal erupted near him, and the lights flickered on. Batman found him in another room, confusion brewing in his head as he kept a straight face. The criminal grinned as he stepped out of the shadows.

“Batman.” He addressed, making Batman’s posture tense. His eyes flickered around the room, analyzing every inch of its layout to understand how to use it to his advantage.

“Do you like it? I designed it myself. Fake layout with a million rooms underneath. No one gets in, no one gets out.” He laughed, walking up to the bat. As soon as he was, within his grasp, Batman seized his collar, only to let go when an electrical shock erupted through his insulated suit.

“How?” He muttered, shoving the criminal off. The man grinned again, “I did my research.” He simply replied, shrugging as if it were obvious. Batman narrowed his eyes under the cowl, choosing his next words carefully: “what do you want?”

The criminal chuckled, “to break the Batman.” He said, determination dripping from his voice.

The dark knight resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “how original.” He said, his monotone making the criminal laugh again. The man approached him again, leaning towards his face, seemingly undaunted by the cowl.

“No no. Im not out to break you like those other idiots. I actually know how to break you.” He said, raising a finger, and poking his suit. “Ever wonder what happened to your kids?” He asked rhetorically.

As if on cue, the man clicked a button and a tv flickered on, the sight of the state of the other heroes making Batman hold his breath. Nightwing and red hood struggling in a room similar to his own, flooded to the chest with flowing water. Orphan and Red Robin suffocating in another room and gasping from lack of air. And Robin, Robin was caged in metal box with heat flowing into it. “Breath taking isn’t it? The sight of your children on the brink of death. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking to try baked Robin.” He said, grinning maniacally.

Batman head butted the criminal, making him stumble back. He grabbed onto his collar again, resisting the shocks that burned through his body. “Let them go you bastard.” He growled, sending a punch across his face. The criminal laughed at the pain, blood trailing down his lip.

“Now why would I do that?” He said, clicking the button again. The flow of water increased, the level reaching to Nightwing and Red Hood’s chins, while orphan and Red Robin collapsed onto the floor in suffocation. Batman saw robin suppressing a reaction at the hot metal touching his skin. Batman grabbed the remote, looking over it before turning to him, grabbing his neck. “How do I turn it off?” He demanded. The man on the ground shrugged, “you can’t.”

Batman’s breathing quickened, he needed to stay calm. But it was difficult to do when the sight of his kids dying was literally right infront of him. “What the hell do you want ?!” He demanded, raising the criminal by his collar and slamming him against the wall. The shocks continued to pulse through his hands, but he didn’t care, he’d rather loose his hands than his kids. The criminal only grinned again at him, “to break...Batman.” He said.

Batman growled, seeing red, he threw the man to the ground. “You think this is a game?!” He yelled, punching him straight on the face. “You think it’s funny to play with their lives?!” He screamed, punching him continuously. His fists felt numb as he continued to touch the criminal. Whatever electrical suit he wore, did a good job at whatever he was doing.

The criminal began to laugh, and it only agitated him more. He reminded him so much of the joker. So much of how joker used to taunt him when Jason died. He wasn’t going to let Jason die. Not again. He wasn’t going to let any of his kids die.

In a blind feat of rage, Batman continued attacking the criminal, punishing him for putting the boys and cass in danger. “You f*cking BASTARD!! TELL ME HOW TO SAVE THEM!!” He screamed.

The criminal grinned bloody and bruised. “You’ll....have...to...kill...me..” he heaved out. “It’s in my suit.....and...its...connected...to...my...brain...”

The criminal leaned up against him, “you want to save them? Break your rule. Be a killer like the rest of us.” He grinned.

Batman growled, “don’t think I’ll spare you for this.” He snapped, his hands wrapping around his throat, cutting of his air supply. Bruce had never felt so much anger, and he didn’t know where it was coming from. The criminal showed no resistance, only letting him choke him. “Tick tok.” He heaved out between gasps. The dark knight’s grip tightened, clenching his jaw in rage.

With one hand still wrapped around his throat, he used to the other to punch him again. “You sick...f*cking bastard.” He growled.

Batman shouldve been paying attention to the tv. But he wasn’t. If he did, he’d know that the traps had timers, and within fifteen minutes, they’d be free. They’d probably be unconscious but they be Alive and fine. This was all a game, a ploy. Once they find out Batman broke his moral code, they’d shun him.

Bruce watched the criminal’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his pulse weakening.

Almost. Almost. He thought. Almost there and they’d be alright. He can still save them.

“BATMAN? CAN YOU HEAR US? WHERE ARE YOU?”

Nightwing’s voice snapped him out of his rage, he turned back, to see the rooms were now empty, and his children were Alive.

Heavily breathing, he realized he’d been tricked, and hasted away from the criminal. The man had passed out, looking deathly pale as it is. Bruce looked down at his hands, seeing the shock burned through his gloves and into his skin.

He almost killed a man. That was his intention. The horrifying realization burned into him like a stab wound.

No, he almost killed for his kids. He reasoned, but it was what it was. Killing was killing. That’s why he never went after joker no matter how much he wanted to.

“BATMAN DO YOU COPY??!”

The dark knight gulped, standing up shakily. He pressed a burnt finger against his cowl.

“I’m here. The hostile has been subdued.”

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incorrectbatfam · 4 years

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Batfam during New Years?

This would’ve been more appropriate three months ago, so I’ll be doing it for the 2019-2020 New Year’s

Also I realize this is a lot more than just batfamily and is probably the biggest crossover I’ve ever done but it feels right

Instead of having a blowout gala, the Waynes just invite a few close families. Namely the Supers, Speedsters, Wonders, and Arrows

Lois, Joan, and Iris help Alfred prepare a marvelous dinner while Clark, Jon, and Conner literally fly in with tables from elsewhere. Conner brings a table that looks suspiciously like the one from Mount Justice

Bruce jokingly allows everyone to bring a plus one because he assumes that all the plus ones were on the original invite. He forgot to account for Barry and Bart’s partners, so they have to send the Kents out again to find more chairs

Speaking of speedsters, Dick forgot to keep an eye on his and Wally nabs all the champagne, much to Jason’s chagrin

They have an early dinner because there’s still a lotta people and they want time for other things. That and it takes forever to make speedsters and Kryptonians feel full

There’s a kids table with Damian, Jon, Jai, Irey, little Lian, and toddlers Don and Dawn. Bruce makes an executive decision to move Bart there halfway through the meal

The teenagers gather in Tim’s bedroom to play Never Have I Ever with a stolen bottle of champagne, with a little help from Wonder Girl’s lasso of truth. And after a few drinks, it turns into a really weird game of Truth or Dare where a couple couples officially come out and Tim admits to to eating ketchup with a spoon, which Khaji Da does not react well to for reasons unknown even to Jaime

Meanwhile, the Outlaws find a corner to themselves to play Cards Against Humanity, but it’s rather hard when Lian keeps peeking over Roy’s shoulders and ask difficult questions like “What’s a [REDACTED]”

The adults gather and gossip on the couch with some wine that Selina totally didn’t steal from another party. They talk and reminisce, bittersweetly wondering where on Earth the time has gone. Because at one point, they were all young superheroes, and now they’re together in a manor full of legacies and holy cow do they feel old

Dick bundles the children up in poofy layers before they go outside to play in the snow. Cass declares an official snowball war and single handedly takes down a team made of an assassin, a super kid, two speedsters, and Nightwing

Duke asks Damian what his New Year’s resolution is. Damian replies, “Try not to kill anyone”. Duke is proud but also yeets away from the conversation faster than the Flash

Alfred also had an enormous croquembouche prepared for dessert stored in the other room. Stephanie, Donna, Kara, and Emiko take turns keeping lookout and shoving cream puffs down their shirts

They hook up a karaoke machine and literally everyone scrambles to do a duet with Black Canary (but Oliver gets first dibs). Barbara tricks the machine out so everyone’s voices come out as hilariously autotuned

Jay, Barry, Bart, Wally, Jai, and Irey still continue their annual tradition of racing around the world and experiencing New Year’s in every country. Jean Paul, Mia, and Hal all have a stopwatch in each hand (like those have any use). Irey wins the race, and they suspect Grandpa Garrick threw the competition for her. Bart comes in last because he stopped in El Paso to chat with Jaime’s family

Harper Row arrives late because of a last-minute mission but everyone instantly forgives her because the mission led to her bringing an entire ice cream truck to the party

Diana jokingly dares Clark to kiss Bruce at midnight. She didn’t think he’d actually do it. Lois and Selina have pictures

Barbara puts the ball drop on TV about half an hour before midnight and everyone gathers around in the main room. Tim and Dick also bring a ton of phones and laptops so they can Skype all the folks that aren’t there, from other hero families like the Atlanteans to Arkham inmates like Harley Quinn and Riddler. After all, they had all been through a lot over the years and the turn of the decade seemed like a better time than ever to put differences aside for one night and celebrate as they count down the seconds together

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itzagothamcitysiren · 4 years

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Welcome to the Family

I’ve finished writing this installment offically and eeepppp, I’m excited :) I also figured out where I want to go with this, starting to feel like that each installment is getting pretty formulaic and that another thing I’m excited about. I love Jason and I love setting Halley up during his Robin years BUT I also miss writing Tim and Damian like in my Mother’s Day 3-parter sooooo I’ve made a plan and can’t wait to start writing and posting it!

Also I’ve never done any requests or stuff like that before, but if there was anything you guys wanted to see happen in this don’t be afraid to ask!

You’re Taking Up a Fraction of My Mind pt.5

Jason was hell-bent on proving himself to Dick; he was going to make that prick eat his words and admit that he was wrong about him by the end of the night. He knew what he was doing and wasn’t just some dumb knock-off version of him. Too prove he knew how to get a handle of situations like these, he decided on going with a full frontal assault, landing onto the roof of the bank and rolling safely into a standing position. He saw the sky light, walking to the edge of where the cement roof met the glass and looked in.

Two-Face stood off directing his goons on where to go, watching as they raided the bank. Goons walked towards the back of the lobby, most likely making their way to the vaults. Robin noted how the alarms weren’t going off already being disabled. He knew that Gordon would probably be sending units this way regardless being tipped off and Batman saying he’d deal with it; someone had to clean up their mess once they were done doing the cop’s jobs. This whole thing started to give Robin a strange feeling. It was too easy almost. Why would Two-Face tip them off like this? He shrugged it off, preparing himself to break through the glass-

“Are you stupid?” Nightwing gapped at him, pulling him back by his cape. “Going in alone? Ahead of me? All of them are armed, you’d be gunned down the moment you touched the floor. What were you thinking?” Nightwing let him go, pretty sure he wouldn’t try anything now. He pointed to the ledge of the roof. “We climb down, enter from a window a floor above them and sneak ourselves in, take them by surprise, hopefully not all at once.”

Nightwing didn’t give him a second to fight him on the plan, shoving him away from the sky light and towards the ledge, out of sight; if any of them below looked up they would’ve clearly seen Robin’s silhouette. Nightwing rolled his eyes as Robin huffed. The boy relented as he followed Nightwing down the building, landing on the fire escape a floor down. Nightwing was able to shimmy the window up with a tool from his belt and slowly lifted it, letting Robin go in first. He slipped in behind him, gently closing the window once his body was inside the office room.

He took a few steps to get in front of him, moving in the shadows as they crept out of the room and into the hallway. They exited the hallway and were met with a balcony where you could see the lobby area of the bank down below. A man who appeared to be keeping watch of bellow stood a little ways away from them, still oblivious to the two intruders. Nightwing put a finger over his lips, silently telling Robin to stay silent and still as he moved forward.

On the balls of his heels he crept in the shadows behind the man. When he was behind him, he reached a hand up to cover his mouth, the other arm wrapped around his neck, cutting off his airways. He backed them up away from the railing and back into the shadows of the hallway. Once he was sure the man was out like a light but still breathing, Nightwing carefully laid him to rest against the wall. He grabbed his gun and quickly took it apart so it’d be unusable.

He motioned with his hand for Robin to follow him now, speaking softly, “We take the stairs to the vault, take out the ones inside there first, then go to the lobby for the rest.” He signaled to the stairwell that led down to the vaults.

Robin for once nodded, not talking back or doing his own thing first, following Nightwing as they carefully crept down below. He wanted to protest, but he had no other plan ready to pitch and he was prime in bitterness about the roof. He felt his chest tighten when he followed Nightwing into the next hallway where there had been the stairs to get the vaults; he really hated taking orders from him.

“Hello boys,” Nightwing smirked when they reached the bottom of the stairs and away from the lobby above. He smirked when the henchman noticed them and jumped. Where all henchman so stupid? Yes, yes they were, Nightwing chuckled to himself, “Let’s dance,” He quipped, causing Robin to pretend to barf.

Nightwing took the lead, taking his escrima sticks out, letting electricity crackle out from the tips. Jumping in he began his attack, using his weapon to smack against the back of a man’s neck while the other jabbed into another’s stomach. He moved fast, ducking and dodging bullets that flew at him, kicking guns out of hands and swiftly taking out his own set of thugs. He didn’t rely too much on gadgets, using his speed and agility to take down his opponents.

In the middle of the fight he looked up to check on Robin. He was faring just as well, not as fast as Nightwing but his hits were more brutish, the impact of his fists causing the man he knocked down to spit out a tooth. When the enemy appeared to start to get the jump on him, he’d reach to his utility belt, pulling smoke pellets, slamming them down onto the floor, covering his area of the room in smoke. This gave him the advantage, continuing to let him punch out the men coming after him.

The boys breathe in heavily once the room was filled with either unconscious or groaning men, the smoke clearing. “They’re not getting up anytime soon,” Robin smirked, fixing his glove.

“Yeah,” Nightwing jeered, noting what Bruce meant about Jason’s fighting being rough.

“What did I do now?” Jason could sense the sneer in Dick’s tone, placing his hands on his hips in annoyance. “Seriously, there’s no pleasing you is there?”

“Don’t you think this is a little overkill?” Nightwing motioned to the men surrounding Jason on the floor. He looked to Jason before making his way towards the stairs, knowing that the gunshots must’ve already alerted everyone on the main floor.

“I really don’t know why you guys harp so hard on going easy on them. They’re the bad guys.” Jason glared at the back of Dick’s head as he followed.

“They are the bad guys,” Dick nodded in agreement but his voice was softer as he waited to jump back into action. “But we’re the good guys, so you should start acting like it.”

With that Dick jumped into the room, cartwheeling right into his first goon of the room. He easily ripped the gun out of his hand, slapping the bag filled with money away as well. He kicked the man away moving to the next. He could hear Harvey shouting for his men to kill the two vigilante’s while he began to make his way to the door, grabbing whatever bags filled with cash he could hold. He looked surprised to see them. He bellowed for his men not already engaged in the fight, ordering them to grab whatever they could and get to the vans but he stopped when he saw flashing blue and red lights flashing from outside the tall glass windows and door of the bank.

Robin saw this and ran past Nightwing determined to prevent Two-Face from escaping. He took out anyone who stood in his way, bashing in kneecaps and smashing fists into faces. He mowed them down, feeling adrenaline pumping through his veins as he got closer and closer to Two-Face. Taking out a batarang, he threw it, aiming and hitting his target. Two-Face was forced to drop the bag of cash in his hand as the blade of the batarang grazed his hand. He whipped his head around to look at the Robin, both of his faces enraged.

“Ew, you’re as ugly in person as I thought.” Robin mocked disgust, having never had the pleasure of meeting Harvey Dent yet. “And, I gotta say, this plan was pretty lame; I thought you’d be somewhat smarter. You literally told us where you were going to be. It’s like you wanted to go back to Arkham.”

“What are you talking about kid?” Two-Face sneered, pointing his gun out to aim at him.

“The envelope you sent to the police station? You wrote the addresses of where you were going to be. Are you so stupid that you already forgot?” Robin laughed, leaping into the air to avoid the bullet Two-Face sent his way. “Hey, don’t be salty, it’s your own fault you got caught!” He taunted, enjoying the frustrated look on the villain’s face as he rolled out of the way of another shot.

Harvey yelled out as the kid kept dodging his shots, switching over to his machine gun that rested on a strap around his torso, opening fire. Where did Batman get all these kid’s from? He had no idea what the kid was talking about, “I don’t know what you’re talking about kid,”

Robin puffed, nearly getting hit this time but jumped behind a counter at the last second. Two-Face’s voice was thick with aggravation as he grunted, hearing his gun click. Empty, he hissed, quickly reaching for his suit for a reload. Robin peeked his head over the counter, hearing his hesitation. He took the chance to jump out from his hiding place just as Nightwing finished taking down the last of the goons. Nightwing saw his mistake before Robin did and wasn’t all that surprised. The boy just kept proving that he was impulsive. He didn’t even bother trying to call out for him to stop instead raced to get to the pair as Robin reached Two-Face.

Robin kicked the machine gun out of his grasp, the force making him falter and hit the ground. As he was down Robin socked him right in the jaw when his feet touched the ground. Two-Face didn’t stay down for long, pushing himself up, recovering quickly as he pulled a second pistol he had concealed inside his coat pocket. He brought it up to jab into the underside of Robin’s chin, cocking it to let him know he would shot if he moved or try anything. Robin raised his hands up to signal that he wouldn’t, the metal cold against his skin.

Dent pulled him to his chest, so that they both face Nightwing, the gun now digging into the side of Robin’s head. Nightwing dropped his escrima’s knowing not to test Two-Face. He still remembered one of his first encounters with the villain as Robin. He’d been captured and beaten near to death; Two-Face was unhinged and had no problem hurting kids, especially Batman’s.

“Now, Nightwing, you’re going to let me walk out of here,” He said, saying his name like it was a joke. He had a no-nonsense tone to his voice as he continued, “Or else I’ll shoot the kid.” He started to back away, making Robin fall back with him.

Robin opened his mouth to talk, already seeing the look Nightwing shot him to shut the hell up. This kid was a real piece of work, Nightwing noted, his mind rushing to think of a way out of this situation that didn’t end with Robin with a bullet hole in his skull. What he didn’t know was that Robin already had a way out and his mouth was needed for it to work. He had a look of exasperation on his face as he let out a huff.

“You know, taking me as a hostage is probably the only good idea you’ve had all night-,”

“Kid, I will shoot you.” Dent hissed, knowing Robins were known for their mouths.

“Oh, no, I know you will.” Robin nodded, “But I really don’t think that’s a good idea and I swear I’m not saying that to just save my neck.” He continued not biting his tongue. “I just don’t think Batman would try anything funny if you had a hostage, me especially, I’m kinda his favorite now.” He eyed Dick as he let the dig slip out. Feeling spiteful at Dick’s unimpressed and clueless face, another lightbulb lit in his head. “Ha! I’m also the second Robin, and don’t you have some sort of 2 fetish?” Robin moved his taunts back to his captor, feeling the grip the man had on him tightening in anger.

“You little shi-,” Two-Face started but didn’t get to finish.

Robin moved quick, using the distracted state against him and heaving him up and over his shoulders. He let out a breath as he flipped him up and onto the floor. Kneeling down in one swift movement to hold down the hand with the pistol and dealing him a hard punch in the face, rendering him unconscious. He throw the gun aside, rubbing his hands together as he saw Two-Face out cold.

He felt pumped by his take down, almost jumping in place from excitement. He single handedly took down Two-Face, if Batman had only seen that. His self-celebration was cut short as he heard heavy footsteps approaching. It was Nightwing of course and he didn’t look pleased. Please, he’s just jealous he didn’t get to punch Two-Face in the face, Jason smirked, as he got closer.

“That was incredibly stupid.” Nightwing said, kneeling down to make sure Two-Face was really out. When he was pleased that he was he stood back up, towering over the boy. “What if he pulled the trigger while you were taking him down?”

“Then we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Robin laughed, rolling his eyes as Nightwing made a fussy face.

“That trick might’ve worked on him, but it wouldn’t work on someone like the Bane or Joker, hell, you’re lucky that it even worked on Dent.” Nightwing chastised, as the doors of the bank were flung open, revealing the GCPD; of course they show up once the fighting’s done. Nightwing rolled his eyes, leading Robin out of the building as the cops began handcuffing those inside. “That was pure luck nothing else. Don’t let it get to your head.”

Robin rolled his own eyes again, sick of Dick’s nagging. Once they were outside they noticed Batman arriving as well, going to talk to Gordon who also just showed up. The pair made their way to the two, seeing Gordon moving away to take a phone call. Batman saw the two boys approaching, giving them a curt nod, silently telling them good work.

“Dammit,” Gordon’s voice took their attention. He quickly hung up the phone, shooting Batman a pissed off look. “There’s been an incident at Arkham, Harley broke Joker out.”

Batman’s eyes narrowed at the news, turning to look at the bank. Harvey was being dragged out by officers. He looked back to Gordon before looking to Nightwing. Robin bit his lip, feeling rage take over him. Harvey’s words echoing in his head. He hadn’t sent the envelope to the police and Batman; he’s been set up and they played into it. The Joker must’ve somehow found out about the robbery. He did have his goons set up all over the place, he probably had Harley set some up inside Batman’s Rogue’s ranks.

Jason wanted to groan, realizing what that would mean. He looked at Dick, as he and Batman began to discuss with Gordon how best to track the Joker down. He had said it first, back at the police station. Dick was right, the Joker did in fact send the envelope.

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miss-choco-chips · 4 years

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Always with you.

Because Kon is always looking out for Tim.

----.----

He wakes up slowly, achingly aware of each heavy muscle keeping him anchored to the mattress as he lays on his side, each nerve ending pleading with him to just stay, just relax for a few hours, please stop putting them through so much stress.

Of course, they are ignored. He’s preparing himself from the inevitable onslaught of pain once he gets in a vertical position, when he feels the careful fingers combing through his hair.

He can’t even blink before a heavy hand drops to his waist, keeping him still, because yeah, vigilante reflexes.

-Shh, don’t get up dude. I’m just braiding your hair. Nothing to worry about.

The effect is immediate, body going lax, mind so stupidly fast at ease it probably wasn’t healthy.

-What’re y’ doin’ere? -he mumbles through heavy lips, barely even parting them for the words to escape.

The body behind his back inches closer, and he feels his hair being moved this and that way.

-Heard you had a rough night. Cassie showed me once how to braid her hair, said it was relaxing an’ stuff, so I thought it might help. You seriously need a haircut though.

-Shu’up.

-Go back to sleep, buddy. It’s still late. Or early, whatever.

-Need to… ‘vestigate a case… B’ce’ll be mad…

-No, you need to close your eyes and be nice to yourself. I doubt Batman is expecting a report at five in the morning when you got tossed around by Croc like a ragdoll three hours ago.

He wants to argue some more, but the hands move from the ends on his hair to his scalp in a light massage and he’s out like a light.

He wakes up six hours later, body and mind both thanking him for the extra rest, with groggy eyes and hair a tangled mess.

It’s the best sleep he’s had in months.

---.---

-Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit. Fuck!

Tim smiles, a small line of blood dripping from his parted lips- What would Ma said if she was here and listened to that, huh? Swear jar much?

-She would be cursing right along with me and probably kicking me in the ass to do something -the meta snapped back, hands hovering over his torso where the knife was still deeply buried- Should you put pressure on it? I feel like you need to put pressure on it.

-If I do, I’ll just move the knife around. And that’s gonna hurt like a bitch.

-Fuck. Fuuuck... then, take the knife out first. That sounds like a plan.

-It also sounds like me bleeding out quicker.

-You aren’t being helpful at all! Just… Here, if I could carry you…

-Don’t fucking touch me, you’ll... make it worse with your clumsy hands.

That’s not the reason he can’t stand Kon touching him right now, but he’s in no condition to elaborate either.

-Look who’s cursing now!

-I’m allowed to. I was stabbed.

-I KNOW YOU WERE, NOW TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

-You can just chill and keep me company -Tim sighs, head resting back against the wall he was using for support, hidden in a dark corner on the warehouse- I already sent a distress beacon, B should be here anytime now. No important organs were nicked, so I’ll be good as long as I get stitched up before I bleed out.

-That’s not comforting to hear. You suck at calming people.

-The person in pain should be the one freaking out. It’s going to be fine, trust me.

-I trust you to lead us into battle. I trust you when you say you figured something out, no matter how impossibly weird your explanation is. I trust you when you say ‘go left’ even if all the signs say ‘go right’. But I absolutely don’t trust you when it comes to your own health. You little bitch of a liar.

-...your bedside manners suck. Now get the hell out of here, I hear the Batmobile getting closer.

-You better survive until you get fixed up, Boy Wonder. I’ll give you hell forever if you die.

----.----

He’s sitting on the cold, hard ground when he feels the meta approaching. He doesn’t touch him, but Tim can still feel the worry basically overflowing off his body.

-It’s fine, don’t be so concerned.

-’Fine’ has a lot of new meanings when it comes from you, varying from ‘I want to cry a bit, hug me please’ to ‘I might need someone to watch over me, just in case I do something scarily stupid on purpose’.

-Those are very specific translations, for one short word.

-What can I say, I know how to read my buddy.

-Uh huh. And what does it mean, right now?

-You might be leaning more towards the latter, to be honest.

Tim hums, eyes still on the epitaph, hands carefully arranging the flowers on top. His parent’s names staring back at him, the stone where they were engraved as cold as their eyes had always been when they looked at him.

-Good thing I have you then, clone boy.

The pressure on his shoulder is sudden, but light. Barely even touching at all.

Tim feels it all the same, and for one brief, overwhelming second, he wonders what the fuck is wrong with him.

Quickly pushing the thought from his mind, he stands up again, turning to face his friend and give him his best shot at a smile.

-Walk me home?

---.---

Tears are falling from his eyes, and he furiously scrubs them off with one arm, the other still shoving shirts and pants into the open suitcase.

He’s leaving the manor, but he sure as fuck isn’t leaving his things behind. God knows what the little devil might do. He already took such a perverse pleasure in stealing everything Tim held precious, so why the hell not fuck his belongings up too?

He probably can’t fit everything into the suitcase, but even a portion of it would be enough. Even if Damian burned the rest, or if Alfred threw it out, or if Dick gave it to charity… he would at least keep a little for himself, a bit of the boy he was while living under this roof.

He sees Kon standing on the side, from the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t stop his motions. He needs to be quick about this, while Batman and his new Robin are still on patrol. Before Dick comes back and tries to stop him or… or worse. Worse like locking him up.

-Slow down -the calm, deep voice interjets from the side, like he could hear his thoughts- They just left, you still got time. You are going to hurt yourself like this.

-I might be a sad excuse from a vigilante -he snaps back, ignoring his friend’s advice, now trying to shove a shirt he stole from B-Bruce once. He’s taking this one even if he has to leave one of his own-, but even I won’t get injured by packing some shit.

-You aren’t that, Tim.

-Dick seems to differ, and I feel inclined to believe one of my former teachers and literal Batman over someone who loves me too much to hurt my frail, stupid feelings. No offense.

-None taken. I’m going to break Grayson’s face the first chance I have, though.

-If you can pull that off, I’ll buy you a milkshake.

-I’m holding you up to that, bud. Now, slow. down. You might not get hurt physically, but your mind is certainly doing you no favors.

-I need to leave, I need to move.

-You need to punch someone, preferably your brothers, and then call Cassie, or Cass, or someone who’s not a fucking backstabber and ask them to come and punch them too in your name.

-That’s what you said you were gonna do, though.

-Yeah, if I get the chance. But I can’t right now, you know. Also, I’m coming with you, so… that’s gonna take a while to get around to.

Tim keeps pushing stuff, but his shoulders are slightly less hunched, more relaxed. He sees Kon moving around a bit, looking at posters still hanging on the walls, framed pictures by the bedside table he couldn’t fit and weren’t important enough to make space for, everything that once made this space Tim’s, like he’s trying to commit it to memory. Like he might never see this again.

Considering what Tim was planning to do, that might as well be the case.

He doesn’t really care anymore.

-Did you tell him about me? -finally breaks the silence his friend, pacing apparently over, as he stands by Tim’s side, eyeing the Superboy shirt Tim was keeping close so it could be the thing at the top of the suitcase once he was done packing the rest. His voice is devoid of any judgement, and Tim’s heart clenches a bit. This night couldn't get more emotional if it tried.

He shakes his head. Timothy Jackson Drake was done with feelings.

Carefully avoiding his friend’s knowing stare, he scoffs- Of course not. I might be, as Dick kindly put it, delusional, but I’m not stupid. He would have just drugged me and dumped me into the deepest cell he could find at Arkham that wasn’t already occupied. I know I bitch about how incredibly easy it’s to break out of there, but that only applies to villains with henchmen on their payroll that can provide the manpower to devise a getaway.

Seeing as the case looked ready to burst, he added the last shirt and closed it, fighting against the zipper for a good minute and a half.

-Okay, I’m done. Let’s get out of here. I have a parental figure to find and drag back, kicking and screaming if I need to. You coming?

-Always. Who else would talk you out of stupid shit, Rob? I’m always on your side, you know that.

----.----

When Tim sees him again, flying parallel to his motorcycle in Paris of all fucking places, he wants nothing more than to punch him.

Kon tries to talk to him about what he’s doing, what happened to Bruce, why the fuck was he doing this to himself. Tim just wishes, more than ever, that he had more control of his mind, so he could just wave Conner’s hallucination away.

But, well, when does he ever get what he wants?

-Tim, please, just hear me out! I’m back, I…

-Yes, I can see it, you jackass -he bites back, making his way through the sewers-. You said you were coming with me, but then fucking disappeared until now. I got fucking Ra’s Al Ghul on my tail, you know? I could have used what little comfort you could provide.

-First of all, rude. Second, dude, I couldn't come. I was busy… coming back. Which brings me back to my earlier point. Tim. Buddy. Tim, I came back. This is me. Really me. Please, just… just touch me, okay? So you can be sure this is real. Rob, c’mon…

But Tim just shakes his head, and avoids both his hands and every mention of this topic, only answering back when Kon moves from that to talking about Clark and Lex, right and wrong.

Maybe his head is trying to remind him of Bruce’s teachings, about the dangers of falling into Ra’s web, like the silly fly that heard the spider’s honey-dripping words and fell from them.

Maybe everyone’s right and he just lost it. Whatever. He know he’s right about B. His mental health can take a back seat and enjoy the storm Tim is going to break loose, and he’ll get on it in a sec.

But he can’t just listen to Kon, can’t believe him, because it would destroy him if his hopes get once again destroyed.

He’s already stretched thin, running after a man he’s not 100% sure is even alive. He can’t spare any hope of the same belief to Kon.

When he leaves the city, Conner doesn’t follow. He looks sad as Tim walks away, but he doesn’t disappear on thin air like he used to. Instead, he flies away until Tim can no longer see him in the distance.

That gives him pause, for a second, because… that was new. Maybe… maybe Kon had actually… maybe he was...

But he steels his heart and keeps going, because he can’t chase two ghost at the same time.

And if Kon was truly back, the Tim welcoming him back couldn't be the one with two devils and no angel on his shoulders.

----.----

He’s back in his city, feeling more like himself than ever, even with the looming threat of Ra’s revenge hanging over his head.

He’s lighter, more at peace with himself, now full of evidence of Bruce’s situation that will grant him Justice League’s backup. Ready to throw it at Dick’s face, hopefully poking his eye with the flashdrive or harming his stupidly perfect face with a papercut.

He’s in a better place, finally. Tired, mourning the loss of two ninjas that gave their lives for his mission, and one organ less than what he had when he went away so many months ago, but… Mentally speaking, he hasn’t feel like this since before his mother died.

Enough that, when Kon landed in front of him, some quip about leather suits on his tongue, Tim felt strong enough to risk another heartbreak and jumped forward, arms circling around his best friend’s middle, hoping against hope he wouldn't just go through him like all the times in the past when he tried to hug Conner’s hallucination.

He hits a solid, steel-like chest, and his heart stops.

-Kon?

The meta’s arms wriggle out of his hold, and he proceeds to fold them around his tinier frame, plastering Tim to his front with a shaky breath.

Tim can’t breath. He wonders if he’s dead, too, but quickly discards the idea, because death couldn’t possibly be so warm.

-I told you, I’m back for good -his friend mumbles, arms clenching around Tim, voice breaking and heavy with emotion- Not that I ever truly left, but…

-W--what? -he’s choking up on his tears and confusion, wanting to get away from the hug so he could look at Kon’s eyes and discern the truth, but also knowing that the mere idea of letting go would make him cry even harder- Y-you died, what do you mean you never…

He can’t keep talking, because he feels like he would drive himself into a panic attack if he does, but thankfully, words aren’t really a necessity with his Superboy.

-I told you, Boy wonder, that I’ll always be by your side. And I was. Right up until I got back to life and then I had to track you down to tell you about it, not that your stubborn ass believed me…

Moments flash through Tim’s mind, quick and merciless. All the times he laid in bed, aching and mourning, and feeling gentle fingers sooth the pain away, both in his body and his heart. Sitting on top of buildings and contemplating how easy ending it all would be, just for Kon to appear out of nowhere, yelling at him ‘If you’re going through hell, keep going until you fucking leave it, idiot!’. Visiting his parents’ graves, getting verbally attacked by Damian, getting discarded by Dick, and then a comforting voice in his ear, encouraging him forward, begging for him to not give up yet.

-No. No, those… those were hallucinations. Proof that I’m crazy. Proof that...

-The only thing me being with you after death proved, was that you have no way of getting rid of me. And you aren’t crazy, Tim. Which is a testament to your resilience, because with all the shit you have to put up with, anyone would be. But you aren’t. I was a kickass ghost, your own personal supernatural buddy slash motivational coach, not a product of your tired mind. Now, the pink haired fairy sitting by your table that one time? That was because of sleep deprivation. You need to sleep more, my dude. And now, I’m alive, I’m back, and I’m here for you, like always.

Tim can’t even attempt to control the tears. Who knew a healing heart would ache so much? He’s crying louder now that he's unbelievably happy than when he was utterly destroyed. His heart feels like it’s growing up inside his body physically now, doubling in size and stronger than ever.

He feels like Ra’s could put his plan in motion right this second and he wouldn't give a shit. No revenge he could spring on Tim would dampen his happiness at the warmth of Kon hugging him back.

-Now, this reunion is very touching, and it was fucking time you got it into your thick head that I’m back for good, but -Tim scrunches his nose, head leaving Conner’s shoulder so he could look up at his face in confusion. The meta gave him a smile that was probably meant to be reassuring, but came out as vicious- I have a to do list, and punching Dick Grayson has the honor of being number one. Care to point me in the right direction?

#Tim Drake #kon el kent #Conner kent #my writting #young justice #teen titans #batfamily #Tim and Kon are best friends and not even death can do them apart #rip to marriage but friendship is different #Tim is not crazy #Hurt comfort #I wrote this in one sitting i feel like i was possesed #No edit people #tw: depression

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between-two-fandoms · 4 years

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Batfam/Power Rangers Concept:

- In the timeline when Tim went missing looking for Bruce when he "died" and ended up joining The League of Assassins he decided to fuck around and join a Power Ranger team instead.

- Tim decides he likes his new team because fuck you dick you threw me out a literal window and wanted me thrown into Arkham and decides to move to Reefside permanently.

- He learns about the Dino Rangers and all the other teams and becomes bffs with Hayley. Yes, he becomes an official ranger, and gets adopted by Tommy Oliver but he'd much rather prefer watching over the comms or configuring new megazord combos instead of fighting. He only joins the team on the field during magazord battles or big boy monster fights.

- Eventually he hears about Bruce Wayne returning from the dead during a battle and one of the civilians nearby is talking about it. He doesn't even bat (no pun intended) an eye in the direction of the millionaire anymore.

- As he gets used to the ranger gig he slowly bonds with the MMPR and other og teams. They become close like family.

- Tim sees Bruce revealed his birth son Damian Wayne and hopes Bruce raises Damian better than he never did Tim or Jason.

- one day the rangers recieve a transmission from the justice league requesting help. The Dino Thunder team answers it, and Tim goes with with the full intention of keeping his helmet on no matter where they are.

- the same weekend Dr. Oliver gets invited to a gala and Bruce put a plus five on his invintation.

- Tim's return to the public eye begins with a punch to Dick's face, and a huge hug to Damian.

- idk what happens next. Maybe tim shows up his super cool magic rock? Jason fanboys over the Power Rangers? Damian insists on fighting Tim to prove he's the better robin? Conner, Kira, and Ethan get extremely overprotective and cuddly with Tim throughout their stay in gotham? Bruce gets shook that superheroes who arent on the justice league radar? Seriously how the fuck did the justice League miss multiple towns getting attacked by aliens?

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iggy-of-fans · 5 years

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Part 6, here we are! Also, I hope nobody thinks I don't like Raven. She's literally my favorite TT ever. Hopefully I didn't lose too many of you to her turning. She does get a redemption, I promise!

Now, we're going to have the conclusion and the epilogue and then I'm done this one.

What is will always be

Damian had seen several of the magic users take to corners in the ballroom, and so when Jason returned fully costumed he took the Cat Miraculous and ran to the cave. He found Tim about to transform and stopped him.

"Take this one and transform instead" he said, "the weapon is a staff anyways. Give me the fox. I have an easier time hiding the eears under my hood. And my costume is brighter. No one will look twice at orange thrown in."

"That is…. Brilliant…. No One would believe you switched to a baton, and I don't know if we can switch weapons… Not that a flute is all that… Useful." Timothy said, handing the fox tail to Damien. They transformed quickly and threw on their costumes, finishing just in time for the others to start making their way down. Timothy tried to make it look like he was hiding something much larger than the little black triangles that blended into his hair, while Robin made sure his hat stayed securely on.

"The situation we find ourselves in today…."

When the JL saw that they had two missing teens Alfred decided to step in. He was out of practice, but he was sure he could help the teens. He looked to Oracle and begged the Miraculous box to open for him. It seemed his prayer was heard, at least somewhat, as the butterfly Miraculous fased up through the box.

"Oracle, take this. I will need your help to save those kids" Alfred handed her the Miraculous. Noroo awoke and looked at the woman, sitting patiently in a wheelchair and he gasped.

"oh my poor fairy! Who hurt you so?! I was hurt before too, do you want to help each other heal?" Noroo was quite young in comparison to the others in the inner circle and had very little experience out in the world. But he was eager to redeem himself in the eyes of the world. Barbara was shocked, but nodded. When the light faded, she sat in her chair with new purpose. A butterfly was born from her good intentions to help and landed on her hand. "Magic is so weird" she mumbled, before she thought of how to help the kids. She'd seen the fear in the shorter boys, but the taller one was determined to do the right thing. Him then. She powered up the butterfly, watching as Alfred concentrated hard as well. With a wave of his fan, the butterfly and feather took off to Metropolis.

… "Here's the plan, everyone. I need Tim to create an illusion of Robin to get close to Adrien and Alya. Then-"

"Sorry to interrupt Angel, but I don't fight with a staff" Robin stated, lifting his hood slightly to reveal the long fox ears. He dropped it and Guardian Angel looked shocked for a second.

"You brilliant, brilliant man!" she called, "Okay, new plan. We need a comm from their end. Can anyone do an impression of someone? Like Bane or something?"

"That would be me!" Red Hood called through the comms, shooting another assassin between the eyes.

"Perfect! Robin, use the mirage to create a ring under your left glove, make it real. You will have to be able to fake a cataclysm midway through, can you do that?" Robin just nodded his head, pulling the flute out from under his Cape and creating a perfect Bane replica. The battle still raging produced the perfect cover for them.

" Now, make it look like he's dragging you, don't fight too hard, or your illusion will vanish. Superman, get the real Bane and at least break his comm. Take the nerve toxin from Red Robin. Someone get the Red Hood the enemy communicator. Wonder Woman, assist Superman. Supergirl and Superboy. Are you recovered enough to take the ground troops out? Perfect. Remember Robin, you'll have to make an illusion of the ladybug earrings too. Tikki knows to run and hide as soon as he's distracted."

In Metropolis, Max had long since gone from scared to catatonic. Barely breathing and too terrified to speak. He'd been separated from Nino after their message was discovered. He was as good as dead.

Nino on the other hand kept tugging at his binds. There is a way out. Ladybug and Marinette would've found one. By Wayzz he hated himself. Why the hell had he let Lila get in the way of years of friendship? How had he believed the utter crap that came out of her mouth?

Luther had decided it wasn't worth the trouble to kill them since Adrien planned to just resurrect them with his wish, so he left them tied (and beaten and bloody) in a couple of offices on the top floor.. Nino glared at the door, anger coursing through him.

"Justice, I am Fairy Oracle, from Gotham. I can help you and your friend escape from not only this maniac, but away from the ones you once called friends."

"And I am Påfugl. I will lend you a companion to aide in your escape. If you accept our aide, unlike when you were Akumatized, you will remember and have ultimate control of your actions. What do you say?"

"I accept" Nino whispered. Immediately a green light overtook him. He felt the new powers coursing through him, but looking down he didn't look like his outlandish Bubbler form, but rather a bit like the American heroes, with a simple green spandex suit. He flexed his muscles. He didn't look too different from usual, didn't feel too different. But the binding broke from his muscles like glass. He wondered what the power up was hidden in. He hadn't seen the butterfly… Shrugging he looked to the door. He knew roughly that Max was in another office to the right of his own door. He also knew he had a minimum of four guards to fight through. He looked around for the companion he was supposed to receive.

"Look outside" a voice whispered through his head. He looked and saw a falcon flying in the distance, "when you're ready, jump. We will catch you."

Oh… Okay. He looked at the door and checked the slit to see if it was locked. Of course it was. Okay. Let's see how strong he really was. He yanked the door with all his might, pulling the door clear off the wall. Oops. The guards turned to look at this unknown and lifted their guns. Well, so much for stealth, Nino thought as he threw the door at the two guards. He saw the two that had take Max running down the hall from his right and he quickly picked the door back up and threw it at them too before taking off towards the rooms at the end of the hall. He broke three doors before he found Max, gaping at him like he had two heads.

"Let's GO!" Nino yelled, breaking the rope on Max and jumping out the nearest window.

"OH please dear God if I rot in jail, please just get us out of here" he whispered as he and Max fell fifteen stories and counting. Suddenly they abruptly stopped falling, claws closing in on their shirts as a giant falcon swooped over them and lifted off towards Gotham. Distantly Nino still heard the shouts from guards to shoot, but they were out of range.

With Bane subdued with Neuro-inhibitors, the assassins placed into bullet proof glass boxes, Scarecrow on his way to Arkham, and a quick Miraculous Ladybug to fix the damage, the heroes were left with a passed out Adrien and a cuffed Alya. Commissioner Gordon wanted to have Adrien brought to the hospital for treatment and Alya to the police station for questioning. But the heroes wouldn't be left out. Batman insisted he and Wonder Woman head to the hospital with Adrien. Red Hood nodded and asked Supergirl to accompany himself with Alya. Nightwing nodded to the passed out Raven, being held in cuffs by Star fire. Robin took hold of Guardian Angel and offered her a ride home on his Robin Bike. She smiled and was about to nod when a bird cry was heard from above. Looking up, everyone saw a giant falcon landing with two boys in its claws. They recognized them immediately as Max Kantê and Nino Lahiffe. Commissioner Gordon took them into custody as well, to decide what to do with them after, giving the heroes not joining for the Interrogation a rest. Guardian Angel thanked Comissioner Gordon, and went with Robin back to the batcave.

Once there, along with several other heroes who were recovering, Marinette tuned in to the screen where Red Hood and Supergirl were with Alya.

"Miss Cesaire, I am curious about what led you to follow Mr Agreste to Gotham" a translator sat in the room, turning her head to Alya.

"Lila Rossi is not a liar! I'm a journalist, I know this! She can't be a liar. That means Ladybug is and I just wanted her to admit Lila was telling the truth!" Alya screamed in frustration. The translator frowned as she spoke to Comissioner Gordon.

"What does that have to do with this incident?"

And so Red Hood gave the run down of Paris and what happened to Rossi, including her deportation and multiple lawsuits she was facing currently. The translator explained to Alya that the lawsuits were from both individuals who'd been lied about, including Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale, as well as the city of Paris on behalf of Ladybug. Alya paled with the words, shaking her head frantically.

"Did you or did you not lead the planned attack on a former classmate on behalf of Lila Rossi?" Red Hood asked. But Alya was mute. She wasn't wrong. She wasn't wrong.

" Marinette was just jealous" Alya whispered. She wasn't wrong! "Marinette was just so jealous, she bullied Lila!" she finally screamed, "Ladybug could have fixed her!"

"Has the girl mentioned, Marinette, ever shown bullying tendencies before? Been outwardly cruel or antagonistic when provoked or jealous?" Comissioner Gordon broke in. Alya froze. She thought about Kagami and Chloe and all the girls involved in Adrien's life and tried to come up with an example. She lowered her head and shook it no.

" Has Ladybug ever been able to bring back a deceased that was killed outside of a magical attack by these Akuma?"

"She cured Lila's tinnitus!" she exclaimed.

"the same Lila that lied about being bullied, and has lawsuits against her from multiple sources? You believe this to be a credible source? Let me ask this, has she ever cured anyone else of chronic illness?" Gordon asked. Alya shook her head.

"So you came here with the intention of what… Using Ladybug, aka, Guardian Angel, to bring back all those you and your partner killed?" Gordon looked skeptical.

"you can wish for anything with the jewel of creation and destruction. Even for life to be breathed into the dead" Alya said clearly.

"Is that a fact?" Gordon turned to Red Hood. He shook his head.

"The consequences of making any wish can be destructive. A wish for peace might kill half the population, simply because less population means more resources. The law of Alchemy states that everything must remain in balance. To bring back a dear friend, you have to lose another dear friend first. To bring back 14 innocent people, 14 other innocent people would have to die. From my understanding, they planned on not only resurrecting the people they themselves killed, but also the classmate who committed suicide. On top of this, they also planned on creating a "perfect world" in conjunction, to make sure no conflict happened in their class specifically" Red Hood played the video on his phone of Nino explaining this before he was caught. Gordon frowned. He glared at Alya, who was pale. They couldn't bring them back. They couldn't bring any of them back and that meant Marinette was dead and she'd never be able to see or hug or apologize or…. Alya puked on the floor. The realization that even limitless power was in fact limited. Gordon nodded and told an officer to put her in a cell and call Paris.

When Adrien awoke, he was cuffed to a hospital bed, his head was bandaged down past the right eye, and his torso was strapped to the bed with a warm blanket. In the room with him were Wonder Woman and Batman. He frowned.

"Mr Agreste. Do you know where you are?" Wonder Woman asked. He tried to shake his head but he opened his mouth anyways.

"Gotham City" his voice was scratchy and dry.

"Do you know why we are here?"

"I tried to get the Ladybug and Cat mirculouses."

"Why?"

"Because Ladybug should've healed Marinette. My Princess should be here with me. Ladybug was jealous and let her die and sent Lila away and took my ring and my family from me! Everything was ruined because of her!" Adrien shouted. Batman looked at him. This was going to be a long day.

"Tell us what happened from your perspective?"

And Adrien did.

Okay, so.... Here's part six. Seven will be really short but I couldn't find a way to include it in this.

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bigskydreaming · 2 years

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The hilarious thing is like, when you KNOW you could legit ‘trick’ people into becoming a fan of Dick Grayson by introducing them to various storylines or fics about him and just swapping out his name for Jason/Tim/etc.....but also you know even if you could make that point that hey you guys actually are likely to like this character based on all the stuff you claim to like about your other faves, like, people are so damn STUBBORN about not acknowledging their weirdness about this character that they’d never admit to enjoying those stories or arcs the second they realized they were really about Dick Grayson as opposed to someone else.

Like I stg some people just made the decision to not like Dick Grayson based on things they’d initially heard about him (that he threw Jason in Arkham, that he didn’t believe Tim about Bruce, that he was a terrible brother to Jason before he died, that he faked his own death and let his whole family mourn him while he had the time of his life playing superspy, etc, etc, ad nauseam), and they just eternally double down so even when they find out that like, literally none of these things are actually accurate, they refuse to change their minds about this character because they’re INVESTED in hating him just on principle at this point. And they like, idk, think they’d look silly if they admitted that maybe they had a few things wrong about his character initially.

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fics-by-maria · 5 years

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Our Deepest Roots (Part 3)

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The doctors didn't know what was wrong with Tim. Or more accurately, they only knew part of what was wrong with Tim. The broken bones and torn skin was the easy part. What gave them pause was the black edges of his facial wounds that seeped into his skin, slowly creeping along his veins. They'd ruled out poison almost immediately, and whatever it was seemed contained to Tim’s body.

All further attempts to contact Damian had gone ignored and things were getting bleaker by the day. Crane’s or more accurately, The Scarecrow’s body had been found under the Trigate Bridge, barely a mile from Arkham Asylum, and it was rapidly becoming apparent that they were no longer the biggest fish in the pond.

“I can't do this! I can't watch us fall apart!” Dick threw his hands up in defeat.

“Dick I know, this is new..”

“New?! NEW?! BRUCE I AM WATCHING MY FAMILY FALL APART IN AN ENTIRELY NEW WAY!” Dick covered his face in his hands, he wasn’t prepared for this. Everyone he had ever lost had been a sudden, singular event and then he was left with the aftermath.

Bruce was.. helpless again, he couldn't throw money at the problem to make it go away, he couldn't fight the problem, and he couldn’t stop it, he just had to watch as his son wasted away. He was trying to hold everything together, but things were starting to slip through the cracks. Jason had retreated from them, preferring to leave rather than have his family taken from him. Dick was starting to fray around the edges, he was shaken deeply by Tim’s injuries and Damian's refusal to speak with them. Alfred was, well he was Alfred, normal and unshakable. He was seemingly unaffected by the chaos around him and went about his job as he always had. It didn't make Bruce or Dick feel any better though.

“Are you sure? It sounded really serious..”

“Angel everything on the news sounds serious, and if you want something to worry about check up on Adrien.”

“Okay smartass, for one thing it's two am there right now. And for another, Gabriel's disappearance from prison doesn't mean anything, he doesn't have the ability to create akumas anymore, we made sure of it.”

“Alright, but I still think you should check on him. I’ll see you tomorrow Angel, have a good night.”

Damian hung up, letting out a heavy sigh. They’d been together for almost two months now, and he was worried about keeping her separate from the danger that swirled around him was his top priority. He was sure that she was safe until he heard his mother speak from behind him.

“So you do have a weakness. It happens to the best of us” Talia’s voice was a tone of cold amusement.

“Leave her alone.” Damian bristled at the underlying threat in her statement.

“What does she know?”

“Nothing.”

“Would she follow you blindly?”

“I don’t know.”

“But you would do so for her.”

“Of course.”

Talia looked at him for a moment, analyzing him before nodding.

“Tell her. She’s either worthy or not.”

“Mom!”

“This is not up for debate, she either follows you or she’s disposed of before she becomes a problem.”

“Fine, but just so you know, telling women that you’re part of an organization of assassins who follow the will of a centuries old man isn’t a great way to set the mood.”

Marinette sat at her desk, typing a paper as her girlfriend got ready for work. Her and Kagami had been dating for three months and she’d also been dating Damian for two. Marinette was lucky to be blessed with two strong partners who understood that she could love both of them.

“Check me?”

“Flawless as usual.”

“Seriously Mari, if any of my makeup is slightly off it’s gonna cause a problem”

“It’ll be fine, what do you have to fear?”

“Imperfection.”

“Okay you need to calm down, you were made for this. Literally. Your training was all leading to this, don’t fear it.”

“Easy for you to say, you get the missions with creativity involved.”

“I’m not sure how creative my solutions are, all I did was push him off a roof”

“Ah yes, the bird. Isn’t he still in the hospital?”

“Lets just say that the shattered bones were the least damaging of the gifts I left him with.”

Kagami laughed and kissed Marinette’s cheek before letting her fasten her necklace. Giving her girlfriend one last kiss, she pulled up her hood and leapt out of the window, Talon once again gracing the skyline of the city.

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our-happygirl500-fan · 5 years

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I know I talk about Jason and Steph parallels a lot but one major similarity between them is that they are the only two members of that Batfamily that have actually died.

Now before any of you say anything about how Damian died or how Steph faked her death or how Cass died twice what I mean is they are the only two members of the Batfamily who were dead both in comics and dead to us the readers. When Jason died and when Stephanie died we did not expect them to come back, the reader thought that was legitimately the end of their stories. Jason’s death affected Batman comics for years and was the entire reason Tim Drake’s character was created, even now he’s still ‘the Robin who died’ despite the fact that literally every Robin has died at one point or another because Jason’s death was supposed to be exactly that, his death we never expected to hear from him again. Same with Steph, time and time again we’ve seen women stuffed in fridges in comics and then never heard from again. No one thought that Steph was going to come back, no one expected her to the most any one hoped for was a memorial case for her and Cass dreaming of her. Steph coming back was a surprise and a victory for women but not for a second in the years she was dead did any of us believe she would be alive again.

But everyone else? We knew those death’s were a gimmick, we knew they were coming back. The times Cass died she came back within a panel or a few pages, when Dick’s heart stopped we were shown he was fine the very next page, sure some of the characters thought he was dead but the readers were literally watching him have super spy adventures at the same time. When they ‘killed’ Tim they made sure to constantly show the reader that no he’s actually alive and he’s trying to get back home. Bruce’s death was a big event but we all knew it wasn’t going to stick, it wasn’t going to last not only because comics like to keep a status quo but also because Tim’s whole first art in Red Robin was all about proving how Bruce wasn’t dead and bringing him back. He was barely dead to the characters and he wasn’t dead to the readers.

Damian’s ‘death’ is something I refuse to acknowledge for many reasons. Firstly it was the beginning of the end for DC’s respect for Robins. Before killing a Robin was a major event both in comics and outside of comics, Jason’s death was a huge event that had a voter poll; his death changed the entirety of the Batfamily and is the entire reason Tim exists. Steph’s death resounded through comic fans and led to large-scale controversy and one of the biggest feminist movements in comics that the industry ever saw. War Games was the start of the angst period in comics where writers seemed to have a bet going on in who could make their characters more miserable or how many they could ‘kill’ off. In one way or another Jason and Steph’s deaths meant something and the repercussions resounded out both for the characters and the readers.

After Damian’s death though, killing a Robin became something DC did every week. It was nothing more than a plot point they could play with for a while instead of an actual important event, killing a Robin used to be an actual weighted choice that writers would have to be forced into by editorial (as they were with Steph) and something that came with heavy consideration (as it was with Jason). With Damian though it was for nothing more than shock value and to sell comics.

Damian’s death is something I refuse to acknowledge merely on principle (a little like with the Ric storyline). The reason I don’t acknowledge Damian’s death is because at that point in comics death had become something of a joke the characters themselves even joke about it ‘no one stays dead anymore’ or ‘didn’t you die? I got better’ ect so we all knew that Damian could be brought back any time the comic writers wanted and Damian was too important of a character and too popular to not be brought back. After Damian’s death literally everyone who was sad about it said ‘well we just have to wait until they bring him back’ there wasn’t the resigned acceptance that fans had with Steph where we all believed she would stay dead because the girl killed off for man pain is pretty much never brought back and Jason’s death was such an intrinsic part of the DC universe for years that when he was actually brought back to life every one flipped their shit.

No one for a second believed that Damian’s death was permanent instead it heralded the age where DC would ‘kill’ off a Robin whenever they were stuck with what to do. Not only that but it also heralded the age where DC began to show what a huge disrespect they had for adopted families, before that point the Batfamily was the most famous found family there was and DC actually showed that just because they weren’t related didn’t make them any less than family.

However after Damian’s ‘death’ they threw it all out the window and started acting like adopted families were somehow less than blood families. DC writers would say in interviews that one of the reasons for Damian’s death was that ‘they wanted to show Batman holding the body of his dead son’ despite the fact that he’s already done that. Batman already did that in Death In The Family when Jason died. Batman already held the body of his dead son when he held dead Jason’s body, we didn’t need to see that again.

Also when Jason came back, the whole plot of Under The Red Hood was about how Jason wasn’t upset that he died, he had already forgiven Bruce for that, what he was upset about was the fact that Bruce let his killer practically walk free (because Arkham is a revolving door). He was upset that Bruce pretty much shrugged and moved onto Tim (no being mean to Tim here I’m talking about Jason’s point of view because it’s kind of messed up to be replaced like six months after your death). Jason wanted proof that Bruce cared about him and wanted Bruce in a way to kill the Joker so that the Joker could never hurt him or anyone else again but Bruce couldn’t give him that because it went against his code. However when Damian died the only thing that stopped Bruce from killing Heretic was Heretic’s resemblance to Damian. It’s incredibly messed up and is pretty much saying that Bruce cares more about his biological son than his adopted one, which is bad writing.

The fall out of Jason and Steph’s death were all about how their deaths had changed the world around them. Jason’s death made the Batman and comics in general darker in a sense and we’d always be reminded of this tragedy hanging over the Batfamily. Steph’s death rocked the Batfamily to its core leading to Barbara and the Birds of Prey going to Metropolis and Tim and Cass going to Bludhaven, Tim and Cass’s entire sibling relationship could be argued to have been founded on their shared grief over Steph since before then Tim had routinely stated that Cass creeped him out and that they weren’t friends, Steph’s death even changed the way writers wrote the Gotham underworld and made Black Mask one of the primary antagonists the Batfamily face that we know him as today. But the fall out of Damian’s death was not how it rocked the world, how it changed how Gotham and the Bats operated and shifted their dynamics, no the fall out of Damian’s death was all about trying to bring Damian back.

It could be argued that Jason was one of the first major deaths in comics and it wasn’t as normal to bring a character back in comics as it is today but it still is incredibly bad and messed up writing that Bruce did nothing but search for a way to bring Damian back when Jason didn’t get the same treatment. Even in comics we knew Damian’s death wasn’t permanent because all Bruce did was try to bring Damian back, even making a cover story that Damian was studying abroad because even the characters knew Damian would be back eventually.

Damian, Jason and Steph’s deaths were all gross and overly violent but it really felt like DC made us watch an 11 year old brutally die just for the heck of it. That’s why I like to say that if Cass and Steph had been around then Damian would have never died in the first place (I have mental images of Cass stopping Heretics sword like a badass while Steph whisks Damian away to safety).

To me I only consider the even Robins, Jason Todd and Stephanie Brown as the dead Robins because when they died we did not know they were coming back, they weren’t revealed to actually be okay in the next panel or comic they were dead and they were the only characters well and truly dead both in the comics and to us the readers.

They are the only characters in the Batfamily to truly beat death and they way they beat death in comics and metaphysically, parallels each other. Steph came back due to public outcry and the girl wonder feminist movement, when it was revealed that she was alive in comics she said it’s because Black Mask didn’t kill her, she survived, she was stronger than a gross male and gross male stereotypes it was a victory both for Stephanie and for every girl who loved comics. Jason was brought back because the guy who came up with Under The Red Hood had a really good idea; in comics he was brought back through a mysterious force to force Batman to face his past regrets.

Jason Todd and Stephanie Brown are the only Robins to actually come back from the dead.

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