#incorrect dc head cannons

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Batman: Crime is abnormaly quiet today, one more round and we should go home, chum.

Robin (Jason): A-Okay. I may even have time to read a bit before going to bed.

Batman: I'll think about it.

Robin: We could go to Bat Burguer! Di-Nightwing said they have an amazing chocolate milkshake.

Batman: I don't know, Robin...

Robin: I'm sure they have banana milkshake as well or something fruity.

Batman: Hm

Robin: I knew it!

Batman: Hm??

Robin: You are a fruit bat.

Batman: what?

Robin: I was reading a book about animals and they say that of the 1200 known species of bats only three are vampire bats. You are too normal to be a vampire bat. Also vampire bats are smaller and you are very big and vampire bats move solo and while you like to prented to be moody and lonley you have me, Agent A, Batgirl and Nightwing and that just in Gotham. So you are a fruit bat. And you love fruity things.

Batman: *smilling* I suppose.

Robin: And that means we are going to drink the milkshakes because you can't refuse fruit things!

Batman: Because I'm a fruit bat.

Robin: Yeah!!

----- [somewhere in the future] ----

Robin (Damain): I'm the son of Batman, I'll drink your blood, Hood.

Red Hood: Nah, B's totally a fruit bat and as the "blood son" that just means you like banana milkshake, sorry demon brat.

Batman: *in the background, accidentaly listens* *happy hm*

#jason todd #red hood #robin #can you tell I prefer jason as robin and feel sad dc stoled it from me? #i wanna know who he would be without the trauma and the pit #bruce wayne #batman #damian wayne #batfam #bruce wayne is a good dad #at least in my head he is in cannon is complicated #fluffy #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfamily #also yes baby jay implied bruce was to mid to be a rare type of bat #it was first a reference to him not having powers but i coudn't resist a light you're too normie

[awakened-shrub]

Just a Sad Head Cannon

A’ight, I know most people don’t appreciate this whole Ric Grayson thing, but I’ve been rewriting that shit in my head and it’s great for head cannon material. (I’ve honestly been thinking of just writing a long ass fic correcting all of their mistakes because damn it DC. How do you keep fucking up so bad?) Anyway, eventually Dick’s going to get at least some of his memories back and/or rejoin the whole vigilante life and accept the bat family as his own. We’re already seeing that. I mean he referred to Bruce as his father in the latest issue. 

But when everything is “fine” again, Dick is still going to have brain issues. Dude got shot in the head. He’s never going to be the same again. He’ll probably continue to have lost time, as mentioned in issue #50. So, a bullet in the brain gave him memory loss, mood swings, blackouts, seizures, and loss of motor function, much of which has probably been fixed in the hospital, I’m assuming. (They really haven’t told us shit about his recovery and it makes me angry.) What if he has trouble remembering words and names. That’s a common side effect of brain damage and it’d certainly fit with his memory issues. So then my brain created this scene:

Dick swept his feet under Damian’s legs as the boy jumps to avoid being knocked to the ground. Dick was not allowed back on patrol yet. He was still too unstable even after regaining most of his memories. Being shot in the head will do that to a guy. So for now, he trained, sparring with Robin. His attention snapped back into focus just in time to catch a small fist heading for his jaw. 

“Focus, Grayson.” Of course the kid had noticed his slip up. Dick had really been hoping he would’ve missed that one. “You’ll never be allowed back out if you can’t pay attention to the person your fighting.” The kid sounded like he was ready to go into a full Batman lecture.

“I know.” Dick dropped the kids fist. “I guess my brain is still a little mushy, ya know? Why don’t we take a break, D-” Damian’s name was abruptly cut off. He stared at the boy in front of him with wide eyes and furrowed brows, frustration written all of his face. “Ah. Deh. Dah- Mmm-” His mouth tried desperately to say the name of the boy but his mind was empty. What was his name?

“Grayson, what’s the matter?” Damain’s eyes were serious as he took a step closer to peer into his brothers face.

 Dicks head was hanging in shame as he searched for a name. His mouth wouldn't stop generating incorrect, choppy syllables of seemingly random sounds. His tone became more and more frustrated until he went silent and looked at his brother, barely able to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry” he choked. “I- um... What’s your name again?” 

Damain’s face immediately twisted with concern. “Damian. My name is Damian” His eyes were still and his tone was soft yet strong, but Dick could tell he was pleading, begging for his brother to not forget about him again. 

Dick’s eyes filled with tears as his knees hit the mat beneath them. Before Damian could even react he was pulled into a tight hug as Dick sobbed over his shoulder out of guilt? Embarrassment? Pain? Anger? It was hard to tell. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Damian. I’m sorry.” All he could get out of his mouths were apologies and Damian hushed him, lightly rubbing his hand on his older brother’s back, something he learned from him.

“It’s fine, Grayson.” He lied. None of this was fine. None of it. But it wasn’t Dick’s fault either. “You’re getting better.” He was silent for a moment. “And you’ll keep getting better, keep moving forward.” 

#dick grayson #ric grayson #nightwing #damian wayne #robin #batfam #bat family #i'm sorry #does this count as my contribution to Dick and Damian week?