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ao3statistics · 3 months
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This is self-made. Date: 08.01.2024.
Not very spectacular results if I'm being honest.
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Guys... come on... give him a break
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aprocessionofthoughts · 6 months
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It's cold inside
ai-less whumptober2023 day 17- you look a little pale fandom- batman TW- none Summary- Tim suffers from cuddle pollen
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Tim was so cold. He was currently lying in bed at his apartment huddled under a pile of blankets. His phone had fallen out of his blanket pile a while ago, and he hadn’t been willing to leave the small comfort of the blankets to retrieve it.
He knew, logically, that the blankets wouldn’t really make a difference.
He hated Ivy.
Everything sucked. He hadn’t even been able to catch her. She’d just made sure some of her plants sprayed him with pollen before vanishing, and leaving poor Tim to deal with the aftermath. 
Seriously, why did she have to take her frustration out on him? It wasn’t his fault she had fought with Harley.
He groaned, curling into a tighter ball. He wrapped his arms around himself, hoping the self-hug would work. It didn’t. 
He wanted Dick’s warm hugs, and Bruce’s head pats. He wanted Jason’s brusque worrying and Steph’s teasing.
He closed his eyes. There was no point thinking of any of them.
They were all busy.
Jason was crime bossing in Crime Alley, Dick was in Bludhaven. Bruce was at an important WE meeting. Cass was still in Hong Kong and Steph had mentioned she’d be studying for her exams today. And Time would never ask Damian. He shuddered at the mere thought of asking the little gremlin.
His shaking got worse.
He shuddered. Everything ached. 
His phone range. He ignored it.
It rang again.
He was not getting out of his blanket pile to grab it.
It rang again.
Ugghh. He covered his ears and ignored it.
Three more times it rang.
What did they want!? 
Tim was unavailable.
They could figure something else out.
But what if they really needed help?
Okay, if it rang one more time, Tim would answer.
He waited, praying to all the deities he’d heard about. Surely, one of them must be real. It stayed silent. Yes! Thank you unknown deity!
Then someone knocked.
On his window.
He was not going to get up! If it was a murderer they’d have to stab him through all his blanket layers.
He heard the window open. If only he had his phone so he could bet Steph on which brother it would be.
“Are you dead?”
Jason. Tim sighed, but didn’t respond. Jason would find him soon enough.
“Timberly? Is that you or did you just leave all your blankets on the bed?”
Tim grunted.
The blankets shifted, and Tim let out an involuntary whine as they were shoved off him. Above him, Jason froze. Tim curled into himself. With an actual person so close, the trembling had increased.
“Shit, Timbit, what’s wrong with you? You look a little pale.”
“Ivy.” Tim managed through chattering teeth. 
“Then what the hell are you doing here? You know blankets don’t work with cuddle pollen.” 
Tim ignored him. 
Jason sighed. “Do you want me to call, Dick?”
“He’s busy.”
“And he’d totally drop everything to come cuddle with you.”
Tim wished Jason would hug him. He wished Jason would leave.
“Fine.” Jason said. “Mover over.” “What–” 
Then Jason was shoving him to the side of the bed, and Tim didn’t have time to be annoyed because then he was laying down next to him and slinging an arm over Tim’s chest.
Time melted against him.
Tim could hear Jason on his phone, but he didn’t bother trying to figure out what he was doing. He finally felt warm. 
He was just starting to fully relax when he heard his window slide open again.
“Tim!,” Dick said, coming into the room. “Jason said you got hit with cuddle pollen. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“He thought you were too busy to come.” Jason grunted.
Dick’s expression crumbled, “I’ll always come if you need me, babybird. You too, Little Wing.”
Tim closed his eyes, and Jason shifted behind him.
Then there was someone gently shoving him back into Jason, and laying down in front of him.
He opened his eyes to see Dick settling in front of him wrapping his arm around him and Jason.
The last of the cold left him, and Tim finally was able to fall asleep snuggled between two of his brothers.
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fic-ive-read · 1 year
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metukah · 2 years
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Words:1,249
Chapters:1/1
Language:English
Published:Sep 17, 2022
Status:Completed
Rating:Teen
Warnings:No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories:M/M
Fandoms:DCU, Batman - All Media Types, White Collar (TV 2009)
Relationships:Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper & Wally West, Dick Grayson/Roy Harper/Wally West
Characters:Dick Grayson, Peter Burke, Diana Berrigan, Clinton Jones, Roy Harper, Wally West, Jason Todd, Leslie Thompkins
Additional Tags:Neal Caffrey and Dick Grayson are the Same Person, Dick Grayson is a Talon, Protective Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd is Robin, Canon-Typical Violence, Wally West is Alive, Stakeout, Dick Grayson Kills Joker (DCU), Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson Gets a Hug, Good Sibling Dick Grayson
Summary:Dick's undercover assignment isn't as important as his little brother. day 232 of one word prompts and Dick being a good older brother is important to me
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Jason: Ew, this tastes gross *turning to Dick next to him and holding it out to him* try it
Dick: What? No way, you just said it tastes gross, why would I try it?
Jason: fine *turns to Tim on the other side of him, holding it out* try this
Tim: *takes a bite* Yeah, disgusting
Damian: Oh please, Drake's a baby, let me try it
Tim: *passes it to Damian*
Damian: *Tries it* Eww, yeah, no, this is gross
Steph: *Takes it from Damian, trying it* makes me want to vomit, try it Cass
Cass: *Takes a bite* yeah no, please never get this again, you want some Duke?
Duke: Why not *takes a bite* Meh, it's not horrible, it's just not good
Dick: Well now I feel left out
Duke: *hands it to Dick*
Dick: *takes a bite*
Dick:
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Bruce, in the background: *slaps his forehead* why are they like this
Jason: You wanna try Bruce?
Bruce, dad who feels bad when he says no to his kids: *pained smile* *through clenched teeth* Suuuure...
Dick: *hands it to Bruce*
Bruce: *takes a bite, spits it out into his napkin* Awful, truly atrocious, I'm going to sue, that was so awful
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blackbatcass · 5 months
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I’ve said this in tags before but I want to make it known: dick and cass desperately need regular brunches wherein they can get some fucking moral support. It’s called the ‘we understand batman a LITTLE TOO WELL to be healthy’ club
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 175
Talon -William Cobb, that was his name once, he remembers that much at least- stares down blankly at the small child who is clinging to its -his His HIS- pant leg, tiny claws digging into the cloth and gripping onto the armor. It he freezes, unsure as to how to react. With Hunts or Orders, the talon knew exactly what to do. Entertain. Kill. Simple. 
Talons were supposed to kill witnesses, he- IT knows this, especially as one of the oldest talons that belonged to the Court. Yet the talon hesitates, something stopping it from doing so. The child looks up at it, something oh so familiar about the motion, with blue-green eyes before burying their face against its- his?- leg. 
“'̵m̸ ̵c̴o̷l̵d̸…” the child-chick… spoke? Not-spoke. Something else, familiar-yet-not. But cold, he knew that. Cold was bad, it meant sleep, not rest but a deep frozen sleep that took time to awaken from. A dangerous thing. A thing not-talons didn’t wake up from. 
The chick -Hadn’t he had a child once, all that time ago- whined, bringing its-his attention back to them. Talon could wait to return to the Court for a few hours more- the task it had been given was already complete-and keep the Cold away from the tiny chick. Just for a little bit. 
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nibordereht · 1 year
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Damian: Do not call me baby brother.
Tim: If I'm not the baby brother anymore is because of you so shut up.
Jason, to Dick: You never called me baby brother...
Dick: I didn't even want you to be alive, Jay.
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finemealprompt · 4 days
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DP x DC Prompt #12
Dick was used to being teased about having a thing for red heads. If you look at his romantic relationships, it would support that conclusion. Raya, Cheyenne, Starfire, Barbara, not to mention the men he's dated.
But he swears he's not interested in Jasmine Fenton just because she's a red head! She's really smart, she works in child services, and she is never bothered when he has to suddenly leave. She's truly amazing.
Perhaps he should've found it suspicious she wasn't bothered when he had to run off suddenly. But he was just so grateful to find someone who had seemingly unending patience.
When she came to his apartment with a bloodied teen, he realized there was more to Jazz than he ever knew.
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There's something about Tim that has always slightly unnerved Bruce.
That's not to say he doesn't truly love him, the little Robin who dragged him kicking and screaming from the edge, who reminds him everyday he has to be better.
Yet something in his eyes always makes him hesitate.
Watching him solve cases connect dots that even Bruce at his most able couldn't hope to understand.
Watching him fight it's calculated every move planned but executed with a grace that would make ballerinas jealous.
He couldn't identify it the greatest detective stumped by his own son until one day when he walked down to the cave.
His eldest sparing with Tim it was beautiful moves that he could never replicate they worked as if they were one. Escrima quickly blocked by a bow staff, every single move perfectly executed.
It felt like for once he could see clearly the thing that had made him so uncomfortable brought forth a fear that was so instinctual.
It was Dick.
The same moves, the quiet grace the deadly motions, even the anger.
A perfect copy a clone couldn't even hope to achieve.
He stays so still almost frozen afraid to catch the predators attention.
As Tim ends it heading to the showers his eyes drift meeting Dick's.
A smile that before he would call kind he can't help but see almost a sadistic undertone like a animal playing with it's food.
He breaks first, hair standing on end as he heads back up into the manor.
He should do something, but he can't whatever monsters that are his sons he decides to turn a blind eye.
To let the tigers play he knows he is beaten that if he were to try anything his blood would stain his eldest's chin.
But a darker deeper part of Bruce recognizes the same look he ignores in the mirror.
The look that both Jason and Damian try so hard to replicate.
He has never consciously favored his children but as he erases contingencies and allows full access to a network he had never shared with anyone before he can't help but feel a tide changing.
Sitting the next morning at the table secrets smiles shared between him and his sons. Jealously crossing theirs brothers eyes he wants to cackle, scream but it's time he returns the loyalty that they have bled.
After all what's some secrets between Kings and crowned princes.
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Dick: Are. you. serious?!
Damian: It was the only option!
Dick: THE ONLY- I need a second
Damian: I-
Dick: NO! I. need. a second!
Roy: Great, cause I'm raring to go!
Roy, turning to Emiko: What in the fresh hell were you thinking?!
Emiko: I don't have to explain myself to you
Roy: Acting tough for a girl who knows I have Dinah on speed dial
Emiko: Pull your phone out and you'll have some broken fingers to match your broken phone
Roy: Oh yeah? Well-
Dick: Okay! I'm calm! Let's just apologize to each other and have a calm discussion about-
Damian: I'm not sorry
Dick:
Dick: I am no longer calm. Wally! Sub in!
Wally: What? Oh. Um sure
Wally: Ace! How dare you! I... am very mad. At you.
Ace: Uh, yeah! Yeah! I'm also mad, very mad, and now I'm going to argue! Because you... You don't listen to me!
Wally: And you don't listen to me!! So now I'm goING TO YELL ABOUT IT!
Ace: GREAT! I'M GOING TO YELL BACK!
Wally and Ace: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Emiko:
Roy: ... what the fuck
Dick: Oh my g- You two know that you don't have to pretend to argue to make us feel better, right?
Wally: We just didn't want to rub it in
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vulnonapix1234 · 11 months
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The lack of cursed Tim Drake stories/aus is honestly unbelievable.
He grew up in a house full of Archeological findings, mostly alone without any adult supervision.
Anyway. I have one that isn't as angsty as it could be, in which he doesn't get cursed out of maliciously, but because of kindness.
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The curse was held in a wolf statue and gifted him the ability to turn into one. But only if his emotions get out of hand. Be it happiness, fear, or anger.
So he trained himself to control his emotions, as his wolf side was quite handy for his bird-watching hobby.
(He also ends up with quite the resting bitch face because of this. It also helped him a lot as Robin)
But he also needs to shift from time to time or else he'll get... a bit irrational.
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Then he becomes Robin and Bruce, the best detective in the world, has no idea about his true nature.
The only people that know are Alfred, Cass, and Jason.
Alfred found out on one of his "check ins" With Tim. He used to visit him daily with an nice lunch packet to make sure he was alright and the first time he did, Tim was so surprised that he spawned tail and puppy ears.
Cass is his cuddle buddy. They are like siblings and love each other. Tim is also aware that someone must know. For case of emergency.
Jason wanted to cripple his replacement and got body checked by an overgrown puppy. Like Tim got so happy that his packmate was still alive that he couldn't control himself. The shook was enough to snap him out of the pit madness
(Jason: does dad know?
Tim: dad?
Jason: I meant Bruce.
Tim: ew. That's my boss.)
The rest of the batfamily doesn't know, but is still influenced by his ferral wild side.
Mostly Damian. Because Tim can't take this tiny Puppy seriously. He is a baby and part of his Pack. Tim also doesn't get that he is trying to murder him. He seriously thinks that Damian is initiating play fights and he, as a good big brother, indulges in it. These playfights are actually pretty good for Damian.
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It helps with his murderous tendencies and it became more playing than fighting quickly.
These Play Fights help a lot with stress and anxiety for the both of them.
Dick isn't aware that they are playing. He seriously thinks that they dislike each other as if Tim wouldn't pull Damian into Bruces' bed whenever they had a bad patrol.
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Also, his relationship with dick is a lot more open.
He gets that he sounded like a lunatic. He understands that Damian is the new pack puppy that needs to be watched 24/7.
But he also knows that his big brother loves him a lot and that he gives the best hugs. He loves him with all his heart and trusts him with his life.
Tim is protective of Duke. He is still new to the pack and the villigate life. That he patrols all alone gives him a lot of anxiety and he often follows him in wolf form. Duke thinks that he is a lost stray and always has some jerky for him.
The only person that Tim has a bit of a problem is Bruce. Because he is eternally torn between "this is a work relationship and he is my boss" and "Papa who gives me loving head pats". It's a real struggle for him.
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aprocessionofthoughts · 6 months
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Brother Mine, I'll Always Care for You
ai-less whumptober23 day 28- sweating fandom- batman TW-sickness summary- Jason is not feeling well, but at least his brother is there to help
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Jason was not feeling well. He had not been feeling well all week, but today was especially bad. 
He had woken up that morning covered in sweat and with his throat feeling parched. He had tried to get up to grab a glass off water but had to quickly lie down again when a wave of dizziness hit him.
The Pit was quiet so this had nothing to do with that, which meant that this was normal human sickness. How annoying. Jason hated being sick. Hated how helpless sick it made him feel.
But there was nothing he could do about, and he was definitely not calling anyone over to help.
So, slowly he made his way off the bed. He had to lean against the wall so he wouldn’t fall over, but after some struggling he was able to make his way to the kitchen. He reached for a glass, but it slipped through his fingers and shattered when it hit the ground.
He cursed and bent to clean it up. Which, looking back, was a terrible idea. The dizziness overtook him and his legs gave out. He was able to catch himself with his hands so he didn’t faceplant. But now, apart from the dizziness, his hands stung from where the glass shards bit into his palms. 
He felt his eyes prickle with tears. He hated that he was so weak. He was Red Hood. He was Jason Todd. He stood up to the freakin’ Batman. A little sickness whouldn’t have this big of an effect. 
He moved into a seated position, leaning back against the cupboards. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe deeply. He would be een more useless if he couldn’t pull himself together.
He had just gathered himself when he heard one of his windows open. Of course, now one of his nosy siblings chose to visit. He tried to push himself to his feet, but his body wasn’t cooperating.
“Jason?”
Of course, it was Dick. The Golden Boy, the perfect child. Jason bet sickness had never bested him. Only weak Jason Todd, street rat, was impaired by what was probably just a head cold. Jason shivered against the cabinets he was leaning against. No that was the Pit talking, or his self-esteem Whatever. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Jason was feeling like crap, and now his nosy brother was here and would probably send him to the Manor where he could be surrounded by nosy, judgmental siblings people.
“Jason?” Dick said again, this time peering into the kitchen.
“Shoot, what happened?” Dick’s face shifted to concern as he knelt by Jason. 
Jason couldn’t bring himself to look at his brother.
“It’s nothing.”
“But Jason, you’re hands.” Dick’s hands moved forward as if wanting to take hold of one of Jason’s hands, but he stopped. Jason wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. “Let me get your first aid kit.” Dick said and swiftly got up, heading to the bathroom which was where all their safehouses kept first aid kit. 
Jason waited with his eyes closed. He felt awful and he was shivering and sweating.
He opened his eyes again when he heard Dick enter the kitchen.
First, his brother swept up the glass then knelt by him and gently took one of his hands. Using a piar of tweezers he removed the bits of glass, before cleaning them with an antiseptic. Jason hissed at the sting.
“Shhh. It’s okay.” Dick said quietly.
When he had finished wrapping both of his hands in bandages, which was kind of excessive in Jason’s opinion, he packed away the kit.
Part of Jason hates being helpless and needing someone to take care of him, but a small part that he tries to shove down wants to lean into his brother, wants to close his eyes and know Dick will take care of him.
“Can you stand?”
Jason nods, and lets Dick help him to his feet and lead him to his room. Once he’s situated, Dick leaves and comes back with a glass of water.
Dick sits in the chair by his bed, and Jaons looks away.
“You can go now. Your job’s done.”
Dick just hums. “I think I’ll stay for a bit. I like spending time with my little brother.”
“Well you’ve got plenty of those. You can go help out your newest Robin.”
“Damian is fine at home. Right now, I want to help take care of you. I love you, Jason. You’re my little brother, and I’ll always care about you.”
Jason closes his eyes. It’s not fair. Dick isn’t allowed to say things like that when Jason is having trouble regulating his emotions. He wants what Dick says to be true so bad, but the Pit is always whispering that no one really cares about him. That everyone is just putting up with him and hoping he’ll just leave.
But as Dick brings a cool cloth and lays it across his feverish forehead, and as his big brother hums a song Jason vaguely remembers from when he was still Robin, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, his big brother really does care.
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edjectedly · 2 years
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New Dynamics, Go!
Disclaimer: This is an AU, I don’t respect canon and I am not going to pretend to :)
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I have decided that this is actually Battinson and that if he had raised Dick, Dick would definitely have more of a sibling relationship with him.
Jason:
Tim:
Jason:
Tim:
Batman: so…. you’re brothers now…. ifyouneedanythingaskDick
Batman: *sprints out of the room*
Tim: isn’t Dick back in Blüdhaven?
Jason: yup
Tim: does he do this often?
Jason: yup
Tim: so…. wanna see how I hacked into the Batcomputer?
Jason: of course
~Bonus~
Dick: Bruce. you. can’t. just. leave. them. alone. they’re little!
Batman: but I left you by yourself
Dick: I regularly fell off chandeliers! I shouldn’t have been left alone!
Batman: I thought you were happy….
Dick: oh my- I was happy, but kids need supervision. it’s impor-
Jason at the same time as Tim: Tim sat the Batcave on fire!
Tim at the same time as Jason: Jason sat the Batcave on fire!
Dick: it’s made out of rocks?????
Batman: my kids are so talented
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thatsnotahoodjason · 2 years
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in my experience of having siblings, the parent has an order when they talk about their kids
and this is what i think bruce's order is:
dick- usually the other person will bring dick grayson up, he's a media favourite of bruce's kids, and he has quite a few non-hero related accomplishments and media friendly stories for bruce to talk about
cass- i mostly feel like cass would be next as bruce loves to ramble about her, mostly talks about her ballet classes or school stuff. would talk about what a kind person she is
tim- in my head him and cass are the same age so when bruce is talking about cass' school work, it links tim in. he'd probably then talk about his photography or work at wayne enterprises
damian- damian hates the fact bruce is after tim in bruce's unconscious order. anyway, damian is next and bruce mostly talks again about his school stuff and new animals damian has adopted- "he takes after you, mr wayne"
duke- i dont actually know if bruce has adopted duke but regardless. bruce talks about how much duke gets along with the rest of the family. would probably do that talk about how much he's learning about pop culture with the teens these days (and then proceeds to give completely inaccurate examples)
jason- obviously jason is last as media still thinks he's dead and i can imagine bruce sorta tries not to mention jason much in public. but when he does 'the kid rant' he can't help it. obviously he can't talk about jason now, so he tries to only talk about him as a kid. maybe a bit about how much damian reminds him of jason. or how jason would've loved his younger siblings if he got to know them.
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kay-enemy · 2 months
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There's a lot of talk about Dick being a bad sibling in Red Robin (true) and when Jason was Robin (less true), but today I want to focus on how he treated Cass after her villain arc:
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As though Dick has never done anything wrong and been forgiven?? Like bruh, you beat a man to death (Joker, so hardly undeserved) and still get to be "family" (a dubious honor, tbh).
And just to be clear, he was fully aware Cass was only "evil" because she was drugged and manipulated:
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He's a real piece of work in this scene:
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And hey, for once Bruce isn't being awful! (If only he would take his own advice about fighting (read: abusing) family...)
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Yeah, definitely not a great big brother if he doesn't even think his sister deserves a second chance. Is this the kind of person who should be trusted with beating up criminals?
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All screenshots from Batgirl vol 2 #1 (2008)
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