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meu deus. é verdade. tem origins plus.... eu sabia q eu tava esquecendo algm coisa niaaoaoooo😭😭
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hey, i hope youre doing well!! if you feel so inclined, i think #2 with damijon (shippy or not, whichever works!) and bruce or lois would be nice!
2. “Get out!” “Please let me explain.” “Out!”
cw: for accidental injury of a loved one
The sickening crunch was enough to make Jon's stomach flip on its on. He staggered back, and the twisted look of pain made him want to throw up then and there. Damian fell to the floor, grabbing at his arm as he hissed in pain.
The older teen didn't make any other sign that he was hurt, other then the slight rocking and how he was cradling his arm. But Jon knew. Jon had known immediately.
What had happened was this, Damian had thrown a punch at Jon. They had been training, but Jon had just asked for a break, and Damian neglected to accommodate him. He had lunged after him, and in a fit of anger, Jon had whipped around and grabbed his arm, twisting and yanking in a fast, cruel move. The snap had been instant.
"Oh my gosh, Damian, I'm so sorry!" The thirteen year old cried, stepping forwards towards his best friend.
"Don't touch me!" Damian snapped, kicking out and hitting Jon in the knee. He barely felt it.
"Boys, what's going on?"
Jon stiffened, feeling even sicker as he heard Bruce walking over.
"I'm fine!" Damian turned his anger towards his father, but Bruce knew better then to believe him.
He scanned over Damian, and then Jon, who seemed physically fine, and it was like he instantly knew.
"Jon what did you do?"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean too, I just-"
Bruce didn't let him finish, having gently taken Damian's arm. He must've instantly felt the break.
"I think you should go home now," Bruce said, but he wasn't harsh. He looked a little sad, almost.
"I'm sorry, I-"
Jon looked down at Damian, into his green eyes. He saw how unfocused they were, how they were starting to fill with tears. He must be in tremendous pain.
"Get out, Jon." Even this wasn't mean, he could tell Bruce was trying to be gentle, but still do what was best for his child.
"Please let me explain," he whispered, crossing his arms over his body, hugging himself.
Bruce shook his head sadly, easily picking up Damian. He was so small. Why was he still so small?
"Out." He nodded back towards the doors of the batcave.
"I'm sorry," Jon whispered out again, hanging his head.
He turned and left, feeling sick. Feeling like he was going to cry. He was horrible. How could he hurt Damian like that? He made it back home, and crawled into his bed, curling up, covering his head with the blankets, and then just started crying. He had hurt his best friend.
#damian wayne#jonathan samuel kent#bruce wayne#batfam#super sons#tw broken bones#tw injury#tw self half#writing prompt#prompt ask#send me prompts and shiz#ask box#coravao#queerbutstillhere writes#queerbutstillhere#angst
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request 16/? i want the funniest quote you can find from bbb cai. the absolute funniest quote from anything anytime in bbb
You mean this message from @coravao that haunts me?
Image ID below the cut!
[IMAGE ID: The background of the image is a blurred grey. In the top half of the image a male figure faces away and leans to the left. He has tanned skin and white hair, and is wearing dark green pants, no shoes, and a dark green cape that flows to the right. In the bottom half of the image is the text “all im saying is maybe ra’s al ghul would be a more powerful villain if he showed a little more skin” written in bright green Lucida Calligraphy with a dark green text shadow. END ID]
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my first two attacks for this year’s art fight! character credit goes to tintenhai and burrberrie on artfight!
#if you wanna fight i'm coravao on artfight too!#artfight#artfight2020#team sugar#7/3/2020#coravaoart
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itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini~
Bikini Ra’s is brought to you by @desert-lily (they made the cah card that sparked this and asdfgh thank you but also,,,)
extra:
@wisdom-walks-alone @darlinglissa @bisexualoftheblade @wiitts @coravao @timmydrakewings @wiitts (come get y’all’s juice)
#I can explain#I AM SO SORRY#Ra's al Ghul#Damian Wayne#dc comics#my art#digital art#fee's finished this#cw suggestive#do I tag this as nsfw??#I WANNA THANK JOEY AGAIN FOR MAKING THIS CARD BC IT IS JUST THAT FUNNY#but it also made me draw the most cursed thing so conflicted feelings here /lh#i hate that I actually drew this#goodbye#if my blog gets suspended or smth...I deserved it
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Last post for @batfam-big-bang !
[IMAGE ID: The viewer is looking down from above on Timothy Drake dressed as Red Robin with a light source coming from the right side of the canvas. Tim does not have a domino or his Red Robin cowl up. His hair is down and his is standing in the lower right hand corner of the image. He has a red long sleeve top, tight black pants, black boots as well as black cape and gold Red Robin symbol in the center of his chest connected to the black straps that cross his torso. He also has a gold utility belt and black gloves. He is looking off into the distance and cast a long shadow in the shape of Batman's silhouette. END ID]
A fanfic by: @thelittleredrobinhood
Please also check out @houser-of-stories and @coravao who also contributed with their art!
#batfam big bang 2020#bat boys#batfamily#tim drake#doodle#art#fan art#drawing#digital art#fanfic art#red robin#batman#dc#dc comics
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golden slumbers fill your eyes
A holiday gift for @coravao !!
AO3 link here
Summary: In which Duke needs to sleep, Damian needs to do his own work, and Bruce just has so much love for his kids it's not even a joke anymore.
Duke Thomas - the Signal - was the daytime patrol, and he liked that just fine. It was, in a weird way, like an extra 9 to 5 job, one that involved a fair bit more violence than most, and a lot more physical exertion, but one that he could pack up at the end of the day nonetheless. He was not like the others, who spent all day pretending to be normal, and then spent their nights proving they weren’t. Duke Thomas had a normal sleep schedule, had hobbies that didn’t involve chucking himself off tall buildings for fun, and could separate his vigilante job from his more pressing job called ‘being a normal teenager’. That job was harder than it sounded.
The thing was, Duke was a meta-human living in Gotham. Duke was a meta-human vigilante living in Gotham. And Batman had, for as long as anyone could remember, had one hard and fast rule (there was a list of these Rules pinned up in the Batcave, and this one was listed as number 2, right below Rule number 1: No killing). That Rule was ‘no metas in Gotham.’ It applied to everyone - even Superman. So, by that logic, Duke was not allowed in Gotham. Obviously Duke was allowed in Gotham; it wasn’t his fault he had weird and/or super cool light powers after all and it wasn’t like Bruce could actually stop him or his powers from existing. Just, it was kind of weird to think about, that Duke was the exception to one of Batman’s longest held rules, that Bruce prized him over Superman. He wasn’t sure he liked that.
So, Duke worked hard. Sure, he had a sleep schedule and normal hobbies, and other stuff to do, but he had to make Bruce’s exception worth it. He had to prove himself worthy. He tried not to use his powers too much, at least not when Bruce would know about it, and did well in school, and helped Alfred out around the manor, and got on as well with Damian as anyone could. He snuck out for short patrols at lunch, and when he got alerts he made sure to be as quick and efficient as possible. He tried his hardest not to get hurt because that was just added pressure on an already strained system. When the others moaned about cases in the cave after a long night, when he was just about to head out for the morning, he’d offer to help out, and they never refused an extra helping hand.
When he was just starting out, Duke and Bruce had sat down together and laid out some ground rules. School comes first. If you get in over your head, call for back-up. No hiding injuries. Keep the day cases and the night cases separate. He’d never really had any issues sticking to them. His job was, essentially, to keep his head down and be the ‘normal’ one so Bruce could focus on wrangling his other unruly offspring. He did well enough at school that it looked like he was taking it seriously and so Bruce did not check his attendance record, luckily for Duke. He rarely got in over his head because the nastiest criminals came out at night, but if he did, he never called for anyone and got himself out of trouble without any of them really knowing (his powers were useful sometimes at least). There was no point hiding injuries from Alfred: the man was like a bloodhound. Duke didn’t even try.
The day cases and the night cases rule...well, that was a little harder.
Duke thought perhaps Bruce had made that rule to stop the others piling even more work onto their plates. All of them, Duke included, had a tendency to pick all the battles, rather than taking on a healthy workload, and Bruce understandably did not want Duke giving them even more opportunity to not sleep in favour of doing work. But Duke knew what he was doing now, and honestly? The day patrol did not involve nearly as much detective work as the night shift vigilantes did. Probably a good thing, all told, but it left him feeling a bit useless. So if Tim or Damian or Cass were struggling with a case, Duke would offer to help out. Sometimes Duke did actually have useful info from something he’d seen that day, often he was just a fresh set of eyes to look over data and prove that no, they hadn’t missed anything. Rarely, there was something there that Duke could follow up on the next day. This particular case of Damian’s was an exception.
Damian had asked Duke to keep it on the down low, because he didn’t want Bruce to know he’d struggled. Duke could sympathise. He tried to prove himself every single day and he knew Damian felt the same. Still, it was a Sunday, and he’d been out since before 8am, had a very brief lunch, and then kept on working until about 8pm, far later than he’d normally stay out. It was beginning to get dark, and he’d missed dinner, and Bruce had promised extra training that day before night patrol but Duke was late so that probably wasn’t going to happen. He’d actually finished his patrol two hours ago, but the follow up on Damian’s case had taken longer than the kid had promised him. Of course he couldn’t tell anyone that, because he was sworn to secrecy, but he’d make sure Damian knew, somehow. The follow up had been a bust anyway, no extra intel to show for the hours Duke had spent staking out the warehouse on fifth that Damian had assured him was the spot of a major drug trafficking operation. Two long, boring hours of sitting around, growing stiff, and cold, and tired. It was only 8pm, but Duke was ready to sleep.
(Earlier in the day, a bored college student had shouted out the window ‘do a flip!’ and Duke had complied even before he realised he was doing it. The whoops and cheers had followed him into the evening, when he needed the mental boost. It was one of the advantages of daytime patrol.)
He got back to the cave and the others were all ready to leave. No training for him then. Duke couldn’t help but be relieved, though he knew he shouldn’t be. He dragged his feet through normal clocking out procedure, showering, reporting back, stowing the suit in his cubby, filling out case files, muffling a yawn behind his hand as he did so. Bruce noticed because of course he did. Of course it was Duke’s moment of weakness that he caught, in the moments before he left the cave.
“Make sure you get some rest, Duke,” was all he said, before the roar of the Batmobile drowned out all other noise and he was gone.
The cave was always unnervingly quiet when no one was in there. Duke kept tapping away at the computer and he could hear Alfred puttering about by the medbay, rolling bandages or whatever it was he was doing, but they did not speak and for the most part silence reigned. It was weird. Normally, Duke left when the others were still around and returned just as they were trooping down for a brief pre-patrol meeting. Normally, the cave was alive with chatter and hustle and bustle - because as much as Bruce would argue, he did have a child hoarding problem - and the cave might’ve been huge but with upwards of seven people in there it got a teensy bit cramped. Sometimes. A little. It was the good kind of cramped, though, the kind of cramped where everyone you love is together in one space and happy and laughing and warm. So, to be in the cave with no one else, to feel the silence and the space pressing in on him, was strange. Duke didn’t like it much. And he was still tired. And he still wanted to sleep. But he had a report to write and he had to write up notes on the useless stakeout for Damian and… and…
He yawned again. God, he was so tired. The sooner he got this done, the sooner he could go to bed and sleep. He went back to typing. Slowly, achingly slowly, the report filled. He blinked. Urgh, he’d filled a whole line with As. His eyes were itchy with tiredness, and the light of the screen was irritating. He closed them, just for a second, just to give them a break…
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When the Batmobile roared back into the cave, the first thing Bruce noticed was the light on over the Batcomputer. The second thing he noticed was that Alfred had a finger to his lips, telling him to be quiet. Then he saw Duke. He was fast asleep, cheek pressed into the desk in a position that was surely uncomfortable. Bruce frowned.
“I didn’t have the heart to wake him,” Alfred whispered, and he was right - Alfred was always right - poor Duke looked exhausted. Besides, it was bordering on 3am now, there were only a matter of hours before he’d have to be up again. Bruce weighed up the decision: let him continue sleeping, and wake up sore; or carry him to his room, and hope he didn’t wake up halfway there. Then Duke shifted in his sleep, the angle of his neck and back becoming even more crooked, and Bruce winced. The decision had been made for him.
Duke was almost too big to carry, but Bruce did not take that as an excuse. To him, all of his kids were the perfect size to carry around, should they want or need him to take their weight, and Duke was no different. As he shifted Duke in his arms, Duke mumbled in his sleep and tucked his head into Bruce’s shoulder. It was ridiculously endearing, and Bruce had to fight back the soft smile that threatened to overtake his face. Then he realised no one was watching, and let the smile sneak across his lips and stay there. He climbed the stairs slowly, careful not to jostle his precious load, careful not to bump against anything or wake him up. They were almost back to Duke’s room when he wriggled, grunted, and Bruce felt him stiffen as he realised he was being carried.
“Go back to sleep, Duke,” Bruce told him, softly. He couldn’t see Duke’s face, but he felt him relax in his grip.
“Gotta finish the report,” Duke mumbled. It was a sleepy kind of mumble, made when the brain hasn’t quite connected to the mouth and the words blurred together into one amorphous blob.
“Tomorrow,” Bruce soothed, as he nudged the door open with his back. “For now, just sleep.” Duke had buried his head in Bruce’s shoulder again, and he felt him nod.
“Damian can do his own stakeout next time,” he yawned, and Bruce chuckled. Of course that was why he was so tired. Always doing something for someone else.
“I’ll tell him that,” he said, as he wrapped the covers around him. Duke’s eyes fluttered closed and he tugged the duvet up to his chin. Bruce smiled, and headed towards the door. His own bed was calling, now that all his kids were asleep.
“Thanks, Bruce,” he heard Duke whisper into the dark.
“You have nothing to thank me for, son,” he whispered back.
#batfam fanfiction#batfamily#Family Fluff#duke thomas#so much fluff#hugs for everyone#Bruce is a good dad#gift fic#i know almost nothing about duke so hopefully i did him justice
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wip title game
tagged by @coravao (thanks for reaching out after tumblr ate the notif)
rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous
I don’t technically have a wip folder, so I just listed all my in-progress docs
- quiet birds 4+
- jthjtc 50+
- Conner Luthor
- Doesn’t realize they’ve been injured
- Dissociation
- Tortured for information
- Ambush
- Nightwing Damian
- What’s in a name? (Ch9)
- Dragon Tim
- Retirement
- There’s nothing funny about that
- Checking the lines
I think that’s all of them. Some are just named for the bad things happen bingo prompt they’re for. Feel free to ask about any of them if you’re curious
Tagging @autistic-damian-wayne and anyone else who wants to do this
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The Shadows We Cast
This is my contribution to this years @batfam-big-bang Big Bang! I’ve never been apart of anything like this and it was incredible. I have never met such kind and talented people and I can’t wait to do more with all of them in the future. The mods are all amazing and wonderful people and I can’t thank them enough for existing.
Special thanks to @shelbychild, @kuraness, and @xvivon for betaing this chapter, and @houser-of-stories for the art for this chapter, and @coravao and @dreamer-247 for the artwork for later chapters. You were all so incredibly helpful and I’m sorry I made you work so hard.
Chapter: 1/6
Length: 4,300 words
Fandom: Batman
Ratings: General Audiences
Trigger Warnings: Food Mention, Fire Mention,
Relationships: Dick Grayson/Barbra Gordon
Characters: Dick Grayson, Barbra Gordon, Jason Todd, Tim Drake-Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth
Summary:
Just another ordinary day in Gotham city and Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Duke are enjoying the calm in different ways. But in the sunlight everyone casts shadows, and some are harder to avoid than others.
Chapter 1: Dick
The morning light shines through Dicks window, casting his small bedroom in a golden hue. He quickly glances at the clock on his bedside table, 8:00am faintly glowing on its screen. Dejectedly, he resigns to his fate; he has to get up.
After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he carefully turns to the other side of the bed to see the beautiful redhead sleeping next to him. Barbara Gordon - sometimes he still can’t believe it. How did he ever get a girl like her? She’s smart, kind, and brave... not to mention the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.
He takes a minute just to let it sink in, then carefully kisses her forehead, and, though her eyes flutter, she doesn’t wake. Silently, he sneaks out of bed and creeps out of their room. Normally Babs would cook breakfast, but she was up late solving a cold case with Tim, and Dick wants to do something nice for her.
He slowly makes his way to the kitchen, stretching his sore muscles as he walks. Each step feels as though his own body is against him, fighting with everything it has to convince him to go back to his warm bed, but he persists. There was a time in his life when he could jump out of bed and run all the way to breakfast, but that time has long since passed.
He pauses for a moment, taken aback. When did his childhood begin to feel like a lifetime ago? He swears it was only yesterday he was running through the manor halls. Glancing around him, he takes in his surroundings; the short hallway from his bedroom to the kitchen is dark, getting lighter with each passing second. He could just see their couch, with Barbara’s favorite blanket strewn across the top and the kitchen table still covered in case files from last night.
Finally, he looks to the wall in front of him, filled with pictures of his family. The single picture of his parents surrounded by the family he has found, the family he has watched grow. There are pictures of all of them, though his favorite is the newest: a group photo of him and his brothers; even Jason is there. He can’t help but smile at the memory; it was right after Duke's first solo patrol and they all had dinner at the manor to celebrate.
Dick remembers starting out, all the pressure and the fear, but he can’t be happier with how it all turned out, with what he started. He knows it was hard on them following in his footsteps, but he can’t be prouder of what they’ve accomplished. He only hopes they know that.
After another moment, and a few deep breaths, he walks the rest of the way to his kitchen. After turning on the light, the first thing he does is start the coffee machine, the smell of the roasting beans waking him up properly. As that brews, Dick carefully clears the table, making sure to keep Barbara’s work in order.
Then he walks over to the fridge and opens it slowly, taking stock of what’s inside. His usual go-to is a nice big bowl of cereal, but Barbara deserves better. After a minute, he decides his best bet is just some simple scrambled eggs and toast; even he couldn’t mess that up, again.
A few more minutes pass and just as Dick is finishing the eggs, Barbara comes into view.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Dick says when he spots her. He always has to see her to know she’s there. So many years of training ingrained stealth into her bones, even silent in her wheelchair.
“Morning. Is that breakfast?”
“Yep! Scrambled eggs with extra cheese, just how you like it.” Dick places her coffee and plate of food on the dining room table just as she wheels into her spot, their motions fluid around each other, practiced a hundred times.
“Thanks babe,” she says, wrapping her hands around the warm mug. He got the coffee just right too. Dick kisses her quickly on the forehead in response, then turns to retrieve his own breakfast.
Though just as he is about to sit down, smoke fills the room.
“The toast!” He remembers too late. He promptly jumps to his feet as Babs begins to laugh. Acting quickly, he pulls out the toast and opens a window, just in time to stop the fire alarm from going off, again. After a few minutes of frantically waving his arms back and forth to clear the smoke, he finally sits down, now with the burnt toast in hand.
“A lot of help you were,” he says teasingly to his girlfriend, who has continued to eat her breakfast without him.
“You had it under control, you always do. Please tell me you aren’t going to eat that?” she asks when she notices Dick begin to butter the black toast.
“What? I like it burnt.” He grins. Babs just shakes her head, a fond smile appearing at her lips.
Once breakfast is finished and the plates cleaned and put away, Barbara opens her laptop and checks her messages.
“So, what do you want to do today?” Dick asks, leaning on the back of her wheelchair to see the screen.
“I don’t know. It looks like Duke is already out on patrol and he seems to have the city under control for now,” she says without looking up.
“Well then, it looks like we can have a quiet Saturday for once.”
“That sounds nice,” Barbara says longingly.
“It does. I just need to call Bruce real quick. Then I’m all yours.” Dick kisses her cheek then grabs his phone and dials.
He puts his phone next to his ear as he walks towards the window. Outside his apartment, Gotham City is slowly waking up: cars making their way to jobs, kids enjoying their day off from school. After a few more rings, he hears Bruce’s answering machine, not unexpected this early in the morning. Though by now he knows B doesn’t ever bother listening to his voicemails, so he doesn’t leave one.
Dialing a new number, he raises his phone back up to his ear. It takes less than one ring for a voice to come through.
“Grayson.”
“Morning, Damian,” Dick says cheerfully.
“Of that I am aware. What is the reason for this phone call?” Damian asks in his ever-emotionless tone.
“What? A guy can’t just call his little brother?” Dick asks playfully.
“Is that a rhetorical question?” Damian retorts dryly.
“Well now that you mention it. I called Bruce, but he didn’t pick up. Did he make it back from Star City ok?”
“Father has yet to return, he must have gotten caught up in the case, goodness knows Queen probably needs the help. He will undoubtedly make contact later when he remembers to look up from the computer screen,” Damian replies, though more curtly than usual.
“Is everything ok over there?” Dick asks. Most people couldn’t tell, but Dick could hear the odd tone in his little brother’s voice.
“Everything is fine. Brown was finally able to get Drake to sleep and I am under orders not to disturb him,” Damian responds.
“That’s good. How long was he awake this time?” asks Dick, as he turns to lean against his window.
“3 days. I don’t understand how he could even function… Not that I care. If that is what it takes for him to be of use then so be it. The mission is all that matters,” he adds quickly.
“Of course, the mission, but you know he’s family too. It’s okay to worry about him,” Dick says carefully.
“I am not worried. It would be a waste of my time to feel such emotions for anyone, let alone that imbecile,” Damian snaps, though Dick ignores the tone.
“Well I’m glad you’re not worried because Tim can handle himself,”
“If that will be all?” Damian asks haughtily.
“But if Tim isn’t bothering you what is?” Dick probes.
“Nothing.”
“Damian?” he questions.
“Really, Grayson, I am fine.”
“Ok, if you say so. Hey, since Bruce is still gone, do you want to patrol together tonight? Or are you going with Jon?” Dick asks, changing the subject.
“Kent and I have no plans. If you require my assistance, I can accompany you,” Damian replies.
“Awesome, 7 sound good?” Dick offers.
“Perfectly acceptable. I will meet you in the cave then.”
“Cool, see you then,” Dick replies happily.
Damian hangs up the phone without another word.
Dick takes a deep breath. Concern for his little brother is still fresh in his mind, but he knows if something were really wrong Damian would have told him. Shaking his head, he moves from his spot at the window back to where Babs is sitting, still looking at her laptop.
“Everything ok?” she asks without looking up from the screen.
“Yah. Bruce isn’t back yet so I spoke to Damian. Apparently, Stephanie finally got Tim to sleep.”
“Ooh, how long was he awake this time?” Babs questions, finally looking up.
“3 days. Did he seem alright while you were working together last night?” Dick asks while settling on the sofa next to her wheelchair.
“No more sleep deprived than usual. I have no idea how he does that, but I’ll admit I’m kind of jealous.”
“I’m not. I can’t imagine trying to deal with both of you while you're hyped up on caffeine.” Dick shuddered at the thought. He still had a bruise from the last time it was his turn to get Tim to sleep.
“You wouldn’t stand a chance.” Barbara smirks. “So did Damian know when Bruce is going to be back?”
“He didn’t know, if he’s not back by tonight Damian and I are going to head out for patrol around 7,” Dick responds.
“Hmm, it's not like Bruce not to call in. Maybe I should check up on him…”
“I’m sure he’s fine. Oliver would have called if something were wrong. Now come on, we have the whole day to ourselves. What do you want to do?” Dick says confidently.
“Well, there is some shopping I’ve wanted to do, and we could probably use a new toaster, one that’s a little harder to set on fire,” Barbara remarks with a grin.
“Hey!” Though just as Dick is about to protest, one look from Babs has him thinking twice. He puts his hands up in defeat. “You know what, that’s fair. And we can grab lunch while we're out, my treat.”
“Old Chuck’s Sandwich Truck?”
“You got it! I’ll grab our coats.” Dick smiles, kissing Barbara’s cheek.
The shops aren’t far from their apartment and the autumn weather hasn’t turned on them yet. The pair decide to take the opportunity and enjoy the cool day, walking leisurely to the shops.
The errands don’t take too long, just some essentials and a new toaster. Though they take their time simply enjoying each other’s company. Finally, arms full of bags, they start to make their way home.
The streets are busy but not yet filled with holiday shopping madness. Everyone is still in light jackets and shorts, no need to hide away from the cold yet. On the last turn to their apartment, they take a left instead of a right, heading toward a small nearby park. This particular park has all the best food trucks, though that has nothing to do with why he picked an apartment nearby, definitely.
Their walks were never dull, conversation always flowing easily between Dick and Barbara; from new movies to old memories, the topics never stayed the same for long. Though right now they walk in comfortable silence, no words are needed. At a crosswalk Dick glances down at Barbara with a smile, simply content to see her face, though she doesn’t notice. Her attention is taken by a bus unloading across the street; she can’t help but grin and stifle a laugh.
Across the entire left side of the bus is an ad for Wayne Enterprises, with a giant picture to Tim Drake-Wayne’s face. Dick follows her eyes and they almost miss the sign to cross, they are laughing so much. Tears in their eyes, they finish the walk to the park, still giggling to themselves.
“Please tell me you got a photo of that,” Dick asks once they reach the park.
“Of course. Who do you think I am, Bruce?” Babs replies sarcastically.
“Can you…”
“Already sent to your phone,” Barbara answers before he can even finish his question.
“I’m gonna send it to Tim, he’ll love this.” Dick takes out his phone and sends his little brother a quick text with the photo.
Following one last laughing fit, the pair head to a small food truck tucked in the back corner of the park, the aroma hitting them twenty feet away, and by the time they order both their stomachs are rumbling.
After placing their order, they sit down on a nearby table. It’s covered in graffiti, like everything in Gotham, but at least it looks clean and isn’t mysteriously wet. Dick doesn’t really notice though; his mind has traveled back to the bus ad with Tim’s face. He looked so grown up.
“So, Tim must be doing well at Wayne Enterprises huh?” Barbara asks, noticing the distracted look on her boyfriend’s face.
“Huh? Oh, yeah he is. It's only been a few months and productivity is up 10%,” he says, turning his full attention back to his girlfriend.
“You must be proud of him.”
“The whole family is.” And he means it: Tim is doing a great job.
“But?”
“I just hope he isn’t pushing himself too hard. There’s a reason I didn’t go into business at W.E. Our lives are busy enough with, well, you know. I couldn’t handle that kind of pressure on top of it.”
The words came out before he could stop them, but it was nice to finally air his worries out into the world.
“But that’s what makes you two different: stress like that is where Tim shines,” Barbara says, trying to ease his concern.
“I guess, but he still shouldn’t stay awake for days on end.”
“That’s just what he does, I don’t think anyone can change that,” Barbara points out. “Though maybe I should have tried to get him to rest last night.”
“He wouldn’t have listened; you’re right about no one being able to change him,” Dick says, and offers up a small smile.
“Except Stephanie apparently,” Barbara corrects.
“Except Steph. At this point she may be our only hope.” He smiles for real now. He’s so glad Tim has someone like her in his life.
After a few moments of content silence, the cook shouts that their order is ready. Dick gets up and retrieves their food and brings it back to the table. As the pair eats, their conversation returns to lighter things: the meal, the weather, the rules about their new toaster. The worries from their previous conversation melt away.
Once they finish, they throw away their trash and begin walking home. As they make their way back onto the street, a light rain begins to fall from above. Some passers by raise their umbrellas while others hurry indoors, but Dick and Barbara don’t even flinch. This was Gotham after all; rain was nothing. Though they both hope it stops before patrol, as rain and spandex don’t mix well.
On the final block of their walk they pass by a newsstand, still a common sight in Gotham. It’s almost like some parts of the city are frozen in time. Shifting her bags to one arm, Babs grabs a now slightly soggy paper and pays. It may be old fashioned, but some habits are harder to break. She blames her Dad for this one.
A few more feet and Dick steps up and unlocks the complex door, holding it open for Barbara to pass through. She smiles gratefully and rolls up to the elevator doors, hitting the button with her newspaper.
While waiting for the elevator she begins scanning the cover, a proud smile quickly appearing on her face. The front page headline was from last night: Batman and Robin had busted a local gang, and though some got away, most were now safely behind bars.
A moment later the elevator arrives, and they begin the slow ascent to their apartment floor.
“How’s it feel being a hero?” Barbara asks him coyly, holding up the newspaper for her boyfriend to see.
“You did all the hard work finding them,” he responds.
“Really though, how are you doing filling in for the big bad bat?” Barbara asks, becoming serious.
“It's fine. He needed my help, so I helped.” Dick shrugs.
“Really? No mixed feelings? I know you don’t want to become Batman, but you’ve really started to get good at it,” she probes.
“…Honestly? At first, I hated it, you know that. But after Bruce came back and it became a once in a while thing, it's not so bad. It’s just no matter what I do, I know I’ll never be as good as Bruce. Like last night, it should have been a piece of cake, but some of them still got away.” He looked down, guilt evident on his face.
“But you’re not Bruce and that’s ok,” Barbara reassures him.
“Is it? Part of the reason I didn’t want the cowl was because I didn’t want to know just how much better he is than me.” He sighs, shifting his bags to run a hand over his face.
“And?”
“And maybe I didn’t want him to know either, but now we both do. I just know how much I’ve already let him down, by not joining the company, by becoming a cop. I didn’t want to disappoint him in this too.”
“You aren’t. You’re doing a great job, and if I recall he didn’t start out perfectly either. You’re putting too much pressure on yourself,” she insists.
“Maybe.”
“Hey, there has to be some upside to it?” she asks, trying to lighten the mood.
“I mean, it is nice to patrol with Damian again,” he says.
“Oh yeah?”
“His fighting skills have come so far, and he actually listens to orders now and…” He can’t help the wave of pride washing over him as he talks about all of Damian’s achievements.
The elevator doors open to their floor. Realizing they could be heard, he shifts the conversation.
“…and his grades are great! All A’s. And he’s finally making friends, he and Jon have been hanging out a ton lately, I’m actually surprised he was free tonight,” he continues, careful of saying anything suspicious.
Reaching their apartment door, they make their way inside and begin putting away their groceries.
“He did sound a little odd earlier, though he may just have been worried about Tim,” Dick remembers.
“Really, I thought they still weren’t getting along?” Barbara asks, a bit surprised.
“They aren’t really, but I know Damian cares. I should probably bring it up on patrol tonight just to be safe. I need to make sure he knows he can tell me stuff too, especially if Tim isn’t,” Dick answers, his tone going serious again.
“I’m sure Tim will come around.”
“Hopefully. Maybe I should speak to him tonight too, though I doubt Alfred will let him out on patrol.”
“If you want to stay there tonight that’s ok with me. I can do my work from here. You spend some time with your brothers,” she offers with a reassuring smile.
“Thanks babe. I think I will,” Dick kisses Barbara’s forehead in thanks. He’s so grateful for her sometimes; she always knows what to say.
“Well, we’ve got a little time before you have to head out, want to watch a movie?” she asks, hoping to distract him for a little bit.
“Sure. Why don’t you pick while I finish putting the groceries away,” he responds as he picks up another bag and begins to put its contents away.
“Perfect.” She begins turning toward the couch half way there when she adds, “And don’t even think of touching the new toaster.”
He glances to the kitchen counter where it still sits in a plastic bag, deciding that’s probably a good idea and leaves it where it is.
Once he’s done putting away the rest of the groceries, Dick walks over to the couch, shrugging off his jacket as he goes. On the TV screen the first Avengers movie is just starting to play.
“Oh Avengers, you know I love me some good Steve Rogers,” Dick says. Barbara playfully punches his arm when he comes into range, then loops hers around his neck.
“Well you’re in luck, there’s a whole marathon on.”
In an instant he picks her up and settles them both down on the couch. Raising one arm behind his head he grabs Barbara’s blanket and throws it over them both, content to spend the next few hours by her side.
Towards the end of the movie, right as Tony flies into the wormhole to save the day, a news briefing flashes interrupts the scene.
“Good evening Gotham my name is Vicky Vale here with breaking news. This just in Gotham’s newest hero The Signal has stopped a bank robbery at Gotham National. Video shows him handing over several would be thieves to GCPD officers waiting outside. More at 6 on WWTN!”
The screen cuts back to the movie just as the Avengers decide to go out for shawarma.
“Wow look at Duke! Looks like Damian isn’t the only one finding his place,” Barbara comments.
“He’s a natural alright. He’s been here less than a year and he’s already going solo,” Dick replies.
“Well his powers can’t hurt,” she adds.
“He doesn’t need them, he does it all on his own,” Dick says confidently.
“You sound impressed,” Babs says.
“I am, no way I was doing that stuff year 1.”
“You were only 10 at the time,” she recalls.
“Still, he’s caught on so fast. I’m just glad he took the daytime route, or I might be out of a job. But in all seriousness, he really is doing great, even Bruce is surprised. And not just on the streets, he’s found his place in the family too. Even Damian likes him.”
“Wow, that’s high praise from him,” Babs says, surprised.
“It is, and I’ll admit, I wasn’t too sure at first. I didn’t see what Bruce did, but I’m glad I was wrong. He’s just the change this family needed after the past few years,” Dick says with a smile.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Barbara concurs. “Well we may have missed the end of the movie, but another is on after this. While we wait, can I trust you to make popcorn?”
“Hey, popcorn is my specialty,” he says sarcastically, and kisses her head as he gets up.
While walking to the kitchen, an alert on his phone grabs his attention. Looking down, a message from Jason fills the screen.
“I’m heading out early, got a tip about an arms deal down by the docks. Anybody else want in?”
Wow, Jason really has come a long way if he’s asking for backup. Well, not so much asking, but it's probably as close as they’ll ever get from him. He hasn’t exactly needed them lately, which is fine. Jason is his own man now, but that doesn’t mean Dick doesn’t miss spending time with him.
Jason’s death had really changed Dick, made him reevaluate what mattered to him, and now that’s Jason’s back he hopes his little brother knows he’s on that list. Though he’s sure Jason definitely has other priorities; he has his own mission now after all.
A lot of other heroes in the community think of Jason as a black sheep, but Dick never has. If anything, it's always impressed him how dedicated he is to his cause. At first, he was jealous of this new kid taking over his spot, but as time went on, he saw how much the boy had earned it.
Ever since Jason joined the family, he’s had a plan, and even now, after everything, he still knows what he needs to do. In some ways, he may even be more dedicated than Tim, giving up everything he had to fight his own way.
Dick can admit there was a time, a long time, when that was all he wanted. Now look at him, playing Batman while Bruce is off saving the world or whatever he’s doing this week. Maybe somewhere deep-down, Dick still is jealous of Jason.
“Dick, are you burning the popcorn?” Babs shouts from the living room.
“What? No, of course not.” Barbara’s call snaps Dick back to reality just in time to salvage their food.
He quickly grabs a bowl from a cabinet and pours the only slightly black popcorn inside. After adding enough butter to make Alfred wince, he heads back to the living room.
“Everything ok?” she asks, seeing his face.
“Jason texted, he’s heading out early to a bust, and wanted to know if anyone would like to join him.”
“Why don’t you join him? You probably have just enough time to go get Damian and meet him there.”
“You think that’s a good idea?”
“Yes, I do. You’ve been feeling like your brothers aren’t confiding in you anymore, maybe spending some time with them will help. All of them.”
“You’re right, I just don’t want to make things worse.”
“You won’t. He wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t want you there.”
“Alright I’ll go. Sorry it looks like you’re going to have to eat all this popcorn without me.”
Barbara looks down at the slightly burned kernels. “That’s too bad,” she says sarcastically.
Dick turns around and begins making his may to their hidden compartment filled with gear. He reaches for his phone to respond when it beeps again.
“Oh, maybe he changed his mind,” Dick mumbles to himself, as he looks at the device, but spread across the screen is a message he never wants to see.
Emergency: Code Red!
“Oh no…”
#batfam#batman#dick grayson#damian wayne#jason todd#barbara gordon#tw: food#tw: fire#dc comics#tim drake#stephanie brown#bruce wayne#lovable dumbass#fluff#maybe a little angst#cliffhanger
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3, 5, and 11?
3. What is your most popular fanfic?
Unfortunately it seems to be this one!
Imagine
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19294480
I’m just not a fan of this fic, it’s one of the first ones I made after I came back to Ao3, so it’s not the best quality, and I hate how I formatted it!
5. What fanfic of yours should everyone have read?
You Call It Crime, We Call It Smart Family Business
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24831235
Listen,,, I’m a sucker for a mafia au, and the energy in this fic.... the vibes....
11. What’s your longest fanfic?
The Alliance of Empires
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22471729
99.6k ! Almost a full ass novel!!
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Sign-ups for the bingo are live! Use this link to fill out the form and use the link at the end of the form to join the event’s Discord. Remember our askbox is always open for any questions or concerns!
(taglist under the cut)
@jakulfrostie @artsying-ifer @timmydrakewings @desert-lily @mkore-writes
@coravao @preciousthingsareprecious @wingsdingsandpurplethings
@booksunderthestairs @deadpunkpan @vikingpoteto @wisdom-walks-alone
@darlinglissa @the-bisexual-disaster @turtleduck-vibes @dysfunctionalbatfam
@kultiras @queen-of-deans-booty @arevolutionapproaches @thespiderson
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another tag game
I was tagged by @coravao! Love you!
nickname: Leap, Leapfrog, Leaperonni, cursed...
hogwarts house: Hufflepuff
favorite color: I like pinks and blues and purples
favorite animal: Cats. And all the others.
favorite season: Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall. And winter since fall barely counts as a season up here.
somewhere you’d like to travel: there are plans for a licking tour of the UK
random fact about yourself: it’s windy right now and apparently the roof of my dorm sounds like someone is walking on it in the wind
Tagging @xvivon @timmydrakewings @darlinglissa
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wip title game
oh hahaha i’m procrastinating homework so now is a great time to do that ask meme my gorgeous friend @pichitinha tagged me in
rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
gonna cap myself at twenty like i’ve seen a few other folks do, because i, like the rest of us, am a complete mess:
trans! thing (x)
renegade rewrite ig
pizza boy au request (x)
not separated
spiderman planning doc (x)
they found neil
listen. sometimes the brain talks
w13!trc
conversation with the sparrow in the woods (x)
snippet dump
bby supers stories (x)
galaxy brain rebirth story
v early celan & roma draft
l&s stuff
soulmate au-birdflash-colors
with honors au
endgame ending rewrite
some spiderman thing but idk it’s funny
tattoo au
*british accent* oh fuck, i can’t believe you’ve done this (x & x)
followers: you can send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!
uhh i’m gonna tag @houser-of-stories @coravao @bisexualoftheblade & @geekinthecorner
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They ended up...just making up a new word
(this discussion happened because of this fic! Go check it out!)
@alaneiii @shelton-devers @bisexualoftheblade @wisdom-walks-alone @queerbutstillhere @coravao (if I forgot anyone I’m sorry asdfgh)
#ace attorney#objection.lol#video#i totally forgot that I made this#and then i just went through my gallery and went OH!?#I just did this for fun one day so the quality is not the best sorry asdfgh#it's just a silly little video#and i don't know why but#discord discussions just fit really well with ace attorney for some reason#also while you're still here pls go check out the fic!#it is really good and the authors both put a lot of heart into it!! <3
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wasn’t tagged by anyone but i love aesthetics so,
Rules: Google your name, favorite color, and the word “aesthetic,” and the first four images that work are now your aesthetic/personal moodboards!
tagging: @bisexualoftheblade @coravao @wingsdingsandpurplethings @afellowstargazingdreamer @darlinglissa
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Tagged by @timmydrakewings (F u skye I don’t even have 12 followers)
Rules: Create a new post and post the last line you wrote then tag as many people as there are words in the line.
“Robin - no, Tim, apparently - is flustered because himbo superboy made Robin blush.”
@bondingrazzledazzletime, @xvivon, @mininacl, @houser-of-stories, @reese-haleth, @shelbychild, @dc-is-gay @3rdrandomthing, @wiitts, @coravao, @queerbutstillhere, @alaneiii
Feel free to ignore this if you don’t feel like doing it :D
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